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It was a fairly typical business trip in early June of 2001.� In the morning we met, went over the business plan one last time and reviewed the carefully worded agreements.� Naturally both sides wanted a change here and there, nothing onerous, just the minor tweaking that lets the other party know that you really are paying attention and are serious about the deal.� After a cordial lunch at the Tower Club, we broke for the day, agreeing to meet again tomorrow after the blood-sucking lawyers rephrase the boiler plate language of the offending paragraphs in the draft agreement.
Having nothing better to do, I returned to my hotel suite and changed into something a little more casual.� Around 2, I put into action my standard game plan for getting laid on the road.� First, I would cruise an upscale mall, looking for a fresh 18 year-old who, knowingly or not, wants to get laid too.� My target of choice would be a girl, showing some skin and who had a tattoo, preferably proudly displayed on the lower back.� It�s not that I particularly like tattooed girls, but the slut-stamp served several purposes for me, one it was an advertisement that she wanted to be approached and two, it was an advertisement that she was old enough to be tattooed and therefore old enough to be legally laid by a gentleman such as myself.
Girls of this age were always in need of something and yet were also chronically financially challenged.� Maybe they needed an expensive prom dress.� Maybe something else, like a three hundred dollar bikini. �Maybe they just needed a little cash.� What harm is it when a kindly, well dressed man asks you help him out buying something special for his girlfriend, perhaps by modeling some clothes?� Hey, it�s easy money trying on this and trying on that.� You wouldn�t believe the outfits some of these girls willingly model for a complete stranger.� Of course, after a while I�m not a total stranger anymore and they willingly accept something nice for being such good sports.�� With a little luck, they�ll agree to accompany me back to my hotel .� After that, well� happy time for all.
Of course this plan doesn�t always work, but it has often enough to make the effort worthwhile.� If I strike out in the young cunt department, then I go to Plan B, return to my hotel and take a long nap. Refreshed and ready to prowl for some older pussy, I have something light to eat.� Around 9 or 10 PM, I head to a club that has a good reputation as a pick up joint.� This is the most productive stratagem.� The single chicks looking for a sugar daddy or a one night stand, or the MILF on the loose while hubby is out of town trying to make buck, both make good playmates for an evening.
Finally if all else fails, Plan C.� About an hour or so from closing, I make it to a tittie bar and just buy some company for the night. One way or the other, I get what I want, and that�s to get laid, to sink my cock into the� warm moist cunt of yet another female.� The next day, having been rejuvenated by night of great sex, I conclude my business and head home a very happy man.
So here I am, cruising a mall in the Tampa Bay area.� School�s out and the place is packed with kids.� I mosey about, hanging near certain stores, checking out the available females.� As I watch, I am amazed that parents let their kids out of the house dressed as they are.� Here are three girls, all of maybe fifteen, wearing shorts so small and so tight as to leave little to the imagination.� With their midriffs barred, about the only thing covered are their tits and two of the girls are barely covered there.� If any one of them had a tattoo, the three of them might be fun.
Then there are the girls (and women) who make you wonder if they looked at themselves in the mirror before they went out.� With too tight clothes and jelly rolls exposed and hanging over their shorts, they�re not a pretty sight.�
The guys, of course, look so stupid with their baggy jeans hanging off their ass that they are comical. Someday, they might actually grow up, but for now, walking around gripping the front of their pants so they won�t just fall off, they look like little boys needing to go pee.� This is being cool?� How is walking around advertizing that you are an immature idiot being cool?�� Like I said, someday they may actually grow up.� One can only hope.
Try as I might, I�m not having much luck in finding what I�m looking for when a young girl catches my eye.� In a short skirt and a tasteful blouse, she�s not at all dressed like a teen-hooker.� What strikes me first is her blonde hair, hair that demands a look; luxurious hair, hanging in long curly tresses half-way down her back.� If you pulled it and straighten it out, it would easily reach past her ass.�� She�s even wearing a tasteful pair of shoes rather than the ubiquitous cheap flip flops.� I could only see her from the back, so I had absolutely no idea what her age was, only that she was petite and very feminine.� I followed her into a store to get a better look.
When I do, she catches me staring at her.� Quickly I look away and pretend that I�m browsing.� Looking back, she is gone.� I search about and find her again and have a good frontal view.� She is a tiny little doll and cute, cute, cute!� As I surreptitiously check her out, I conclude that she�s way too young and can�t be much older than eleven.� But before I break off my stalk, she catches me looking at her again.� I smile warmly, she smiles back.� Then I move away, lest I be accused of stalking a minor.
I worked my way to the food court and bought myself an iced coffee drink.� Finding a vacant table with a good view of the crowd, I sat with my back to a planter to rest my weary dogs and enjoy my refreshment.�� A few minutes pass and suddenly I see the young girl with the fantastic hair again.� Using my peripheral vision, I watch as she carries her tray of food across the court and takes up a table opposite of me.� While I�m waiting for a parent or her friend to show up, I can�t help but look at her.� Her eyes now capture my attention; what a gorgeous shade of blue!�� I don�t even realize it, but I�m starring.� She looks up.� Busted again!
Once again I pretend that I wasn�t doing what I was doing, starring at her.� Glancing up nonchalantly, I notice something else.� I can see up her skirt!� I can�t see anything, but it sure has my attention.� She didn�t appear to be paying any attention to me, but then she shifts in her chair as she takes a bite of her pizza.� Damn!� I can see farther up her skirt!�
I looked up, but she�s skillfully acting indifferent.� There�s a movement under her table and I glance back down as she adjusts her skirt.� But rather than pulling it down, she pulls it up!� I still can�t really see anything, but my god, that was deliberate!� I glance up and find that she is looking right at me, smiling demurely as she�s flashing me.� I look back down and she spreads her legs apart just slightly.� Expecting to see panties, I am shocked to see the faint outline of a bare pussy!� I look up finding the demure smile has a more mischievous quality to it.��
No longer needing to be covert, I grinned back in appreciation of the naughty show she was providing me. Emboldened, I signaled with my hand for her to spread her legs more. For my award, she displayed herself completely to me!� I nearly had a heart attack right then and there.� Fortunately I�m in good health and had a hard attack instead; a full blown, throbbing hard attack.� The sort that saps a man�s better senses.�� Studying the gorgeous sight offered me, I quickly formulated a plan heedless of the risks.
Before I know it I�m sitting next to her at the small square table at a right angle.� �You have the most gorgeous hair and eyes,� I begin.
�Is that all?� she replies with that mischievous look.
�No, that�s not all,� I answer as my hand finds her bare thigh, �but you are a very pretty girl, all of you.� I hope you don�t find me being too forward,� I asked as my hand slid higher up her thigh.
�No, not at all.�
�Good!� Well, maybe you can help me out.� I�m in a little bit of a bind.� I need a babysitter for tonight.�
�A babysitter?�
�Yes.� I�m from out of town, and I want to surprise my son and his wife tonight, by taking them out to dinner.� I need to find someone to watch after their two-year-old.� Do you baby sit? �
�Yes, I do.� Her eyes were locked to mine as my hand brushed across her bare pussy.
�I will pay you very well, it being on such short notice and all.� Oh, by the way, my name is Art.�
�Lea,� she replied as I lightly explored her smooth vulva, �Leeann.�
�Leeann.� What a pretty name. Will you baby sit for me tonight?�
�Okay,� she replied never breaking eye contact with me.
Boldly slipping a finger into her wet slit, I added, �You know, Leeann, I think you forgot your panties.�
Nodding towards the Victoria�s Secret, I said, �See that store over there?� Tell you what, why don�t you go over there and buy yourself some pretty panties to wear tonight when you�re babysitting,� Of course, if you don�t want to wear them all night, you could take them off.�
Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill.� �Pick out something nice and then come back and show me.�
She accepted my gift and strode off to the store.� On the one hand I was regretting giving up the chance to finger fuck her, but I was also thankful for the reprieve, as I didn�t need to be arrested for sexually fondling her in public.� That wouldn�t do, not at all.��� While she was away, I had a chance to recover my senses.� 'What in the fuck are you doing?' I asked myself.� Then I rationalized that from her behavior that she was much older than she appeared.� Yes, of course! I�ve known many women who were blessed with appearing much younger than they actually were.� She had to be at least sixteen!� That could still land me in jail for a long time, but the actual risk seemed minimal and well worth it.
Having rationalized that I wasn�t being a complete fool, I waited for her return.� The minutes ticked away and she didn�t return.� The minutes grew to over a half hour.� I concluded that she had taken the C-note and skedaddled.� I couldn�t blame her, but now I was regretting the missed opportunity of bringing her off in public.
The money was nothing and the experience was priceless, so what did I have to complain about?� It would have to be Plan B tonight, except that I was certain that the next female who flashed me was going to get my cock and not just a light fingering.� Having mourned my loss and accepting reality, I was about to leave the food court when Leeann came out of Victoria Secret�s carrying a small bag and sporting a huge grin.� Well!
She sat and showed me her purchase, a pair of lacey black panties, see through, except there wasn�t anything to see through in the back.� It wasn�t exactly a traditional thong, as it had a wide waistband, but like a thong, it left little to the imagination in the rear.� Inspecting the panties, I had to wonder if the thin back string that would ride up her crack was thick enough to cover her asshole.� I was certainly eager to find out.
It was already 4:30 PM and I told her that I would pick her up at 6:30 PM.� She gave me her address and a phone number in case I got lost.� I was content to sit and chat with this delectable creature, but she said that her mom was picking her up in a few minutes on her way home from work.
She then surprised me by offering me the change from her purchase.� �No, no, no!� Keep it.� Buy yourself something else.�
She beamed knowing that I was serious.� A few minutes later, I watched as she disappeared for her appointed rendezvous with her mother, my last view was her incredible mane of blond locks.� Damn!
Dressed in a nice business suit appropriate for dinner at swanky joint, I found the address Leeann had given me.�� Taking a deep breath, I made the plunge.� I was surprised when a man answered the door.� Her father?� For some reason I was under the impression� never mind!
�I�m Art Martin.� Leeann is babysitting my granddaughter tonight.� Is she ready?�
�Uh, just a minute.�
He turned and called out, �Leeann!� Mr. Martin is here for you!�
Inside I heard her reply, �Okay, Daddy!� I�m almost ready!�
Her father turned back to me with a questioning look.�� To cut off any prying questions, I asked, �Has she sat for a two-year-old before?�
�Yes, she has,� he replied.� �Several times.� She�s quite mature for a twelve year old.�
�Good.�� Excellent!� I replied as smoothly as possible as I absorbed the shocking� information just given to me.� Twelve!
My poker face must have cracked, as he quickly added, �She�s almost thirteen,� as way of reassuring me.
�Oh, very good,� I managed.�
To my relief, Leeann showed up at the door, and kissed her father goodbye.� Immediately it struck me that for a babysitting job, shorts and a tank top would be more the normal attire rather than the skirt and blouse she was wearing.� Shit!� Would her father notice what I had noticed?
Apparently not, for a moment later, I made good with my escape with his pre-teen daughter in my rental Cadillac STS.� Twelve!� Holy fuck!� Are you crazy!!!!� I was too stunned to speak for several minutes as I aimlessly drove off, my mind in turmoil. Leeann broke the silence.
�Are you really going out to dinner?� Am I really going to be babysitting tonight?�
�Uh, well, no.� I thought you understood��
�Are we going to your hotel?�
�Uh, not if you don�t want to,� I replied.� �Are you hungry?�
�No, I had supper.�
With that avenue of diversion cutoff I asked, �Would you like some ice cream, or something?� hoping for some time to collect my thoughts and make a decision.� �Yes, I could tell her father that my daughter-in-law got sick and we didn�t need a baby sitter after all.�
�Do you have room service in your hotel?�
�Sure.�
�Can I order something?�
�Uh, yes, you can order anything you like,� I replied comprehending the profound implications of her questions.� She wanted me to take her to my hotel room!� Certainly she knew what we would be doing once we got there.� Wait! How could she know? She�s only twelve!
Throwing caution to the wind I cleared my throat and asked �Uh, did you wear the panties you bought today?�
�Yes, and I can�t wait for you to see them!�
'Jesus!' I said to myself. 'She knows exactly what's what.'
�You won�t have them on for very long,� I replied as a warning.
�Yes, I know,� was the impish reply I got.�� Twelve or not, she was obviously game and understood my intentions.�� My stiffening pecker understood too.
We stopped at a traffic light. I turned to her and boldly lifted her skirt enough to see that she was indeed wearing the panties I had bought her.� She brushed my hand away declaring, �Someone might see!�� She had a point, but with the tinted windows, I doubt that anyone could actually see what I was doing.� Still, it demonstrated a degree of modesty that I found charming.� This was a special girl in every way; knowledgeable beyond her years, yet outwardly innocent.
There was no way I wasn�t going to go through with Plan A now. Relaxed and ready for a night I knew I�d never forget, I made it onto the freeway and headed back towards my hotel.� Turning my car over to the parking valet, we made our way through the lobby of the upscale hotel.� I was certain that every eye in the place was on me, watching and wondering what I was doing with this child. ��Pervert!� was universal judgment of everyone who saw me.� In actuality, I don�t think anyone noticed.
�Wow!� she exclaimed as we entered the plush suite of rooms.� A suite was an extravagance I enjoyed on the road, as it always made a good impression on my date for the evening.� Leeann immediately made herself comfortable by kicking off her shoes and trying out the sofa.� We sat in the sitting room and for a moment I was at a loss.� Leeann saved me from my sudden awkwardness by asking if she could order something from room service.�
�What would you like?� I asked grateful for the opening.
�Can I have some ice cream?�
�Of course.�� I picked up the phone and ordered two ice creams.� �They have chocolate, vanilla and butter scotch and chocolate chip.�
�They don�t have Cookies and Cream?"
�No, apparently not.�
�Okay, chocolate chip!�
While we waited for room service to deliver our order, I asked to see her panties again.� She was wearing an outfit similar to the one she was wearing at the mall and she lifted her skirt to give me a better view.� That wasn�t good enough.� �Take off your skirt, darling, so I can see you better.�
She smiled and immediately unfastened her skirt and unzipped.� My stiff prick got stiffer.� A moment later, she was stepping out of it.� Standing with her skirt in her hand, she waited further instructions.� Pointing to a chair on the other side of the room I said with a sudden huskiness in my voice, �Why don�t you put it over there.� I don�t think you�ll need it again until it�s time to take you home.�� When she turned, I had my first look at her cute butt and the beginning flair of her hips.�
After laying her skirt neatly on the chair so that it didn�t become needlessly wrinkled, she turned back, her blue eyes sparkling and a sweet smile on her face.�� She stood for a moment while I studied her.� �Gorgeous,� I remarked.� That pleased her and she walked towards me until she was standing in front of me.
Her crotch was eye level as I was sitting and the lace offered tantalizing glimpses of the treasures within.� I was pleased that the panties actually covered her vulva and didn�t ride obscenely up inside her. Through the lace, I could see the trace of her cuntal slit.� Very sexy.� My dick now ached with need.
My hands rose up her legs to her hips and then went around to her bare butt.� It was mighty tempting not to just rip the panties off and be done with them, but I resisted my more animalistic urges.� There was plenty of time, plenty of time to discover and get to know this precious paradoxical creature.
Gently I stroked her legs, hips, her butt and her tummy, fastidiously delaying the inevitable molesting of her young pussy.� I kissed her thighs lightly and kissed her tummy.� There was no hurry, just a man and a girl enjoying the tactile delight of a languid, tender and deliberate caress.
I had had her blouse unbuttoned and hanging open, well on my way of having her nude and getting my first tentative glimpse of her tiny tits when there was a knock at the door and the announcement, �Room Service!�
Softly I cursed at the intrusion, but it was my own doing. ��You better step into the bedroom, darling, while I answer the door.�
With lust filled eyes I watched her smooth shapely buttocks moving gracefully as she walked away.� Damn, I didn�t know if I wanted her to keep those panties on or not.� I snorted at my silly notion, of course I�ll dispense with those panties!
Closing the bedroom door behind her, I answered the door and let the room service clerk wheel in the cart with the two dishes of chocolate chip ice cream.� Not missing a thing, he spied the skirt on the chair and professional that he was, did not indicate that he had seen anything.�
�Would you and your lady like a bottle of champagne?� he offered.� Normally that would be fine, indeed it was almost standard procedure depending on the woman and whether she was there on her own free accord and for our mutual pleasure or if she was only there for my pleasure and to make a buck.� Tonight, I certainly didn�t need to get a twelve year old drunk.� It would only make my rape that much more egregious.�
�No, that won�t be necessary,� I replied as I handed him a generous tip to insure his discretion should it be needed.�
With our privacy restored, I opened the door and said, �Leeann, the ice cream is here.�
She came bounding out of the room, childlike excitement in her sparkling blue eyes.� Oblivious to her partial nudity, the sex pot had morphed into a child once again.� Gleefully she selected her bowl of frozen treat and then curled up on the sofa to eat it.� Once I sat next to her with my bowl, the child morphed back into sex pot as she fed me her ice cream and I fed her.� With each spoonful I fed her, she licked the spoon saucily, a preview of things to come.
Our ice cream finished, I took her hand and guided her back into the bedroom where the main events of the evening were to unfold.� Again the child emerged as she gushed about the big spa tub in the corner of the bedroom.� A bath?� That sounded good to me, so I began to draw a hot bath.� While the tub filled with hot water and bubbles, I took her in my arms, and bending over, kissed her.� She kissed back, stabbing through my lips with her tongue.� We stood and kissed for some time, while the tub filled and my hands explored her tight ass.�
With the water drawn, I told her that I was going to get more comfortable and retired into the bathroom.� What a relief it was to get out that damned suit and necktie and into something much more comfortable, mainly the luxurious hotel bathrobe and nothing else.
Coming back into the bedroom, I found that she was already in the tub, submerged in the bubbles, with her hair piled high upon her head to keep from getting wet.� �Damn it,� I cursed.� I wanted to personally peal those panties off, but I had mucked up the opportunity!
I sat on the side and brushed the bubbles away from her to see her titties.� She wasn�t even a handful, but her pebble-like nipples looked absolutely delicious, especially as the bubbles offered first a glimpse and then streaming away, offered more.� My hands wandered across her just developing boobs, delighting me with the feel of her hardening nipples.� Her eyes closed as I toyed with her titties.� She liked being felt up, liked it a lot.� Obviously she�d been felt up before.
I must have over done it or she was very sensitive, perhaps both, as she opened her eyes and with a big smile, twisted away from my caressing fingers. �Are you coming in?� she asked with an innocent, yet not so innocent, smirk.
I accepted her invitation and removed my robe.� I stood for moment, giving her chance to study my balls and my semi engorged cock as it continued to engorge with blood.� Far from being shocked or repelled by the sight, she seemed pleased at what she was seeing.� Easing into the water, I took up a position opposite her, straddling her legs with my legs.� I scooted down until her feet touched my genitals.� She immediately picked up on the idea and now it was her turn to feel me up with her feet.� Gleefully she teased and toyed, I in turn couldn�t get enough.�
Suddenly she withdrew her feet and moved over to my side, splashing water over the side of the tub.� She snuggled her bare back up against me, making it easy for me to nibble at her ears and once again explore her little tits.�
We cuddled like that for several minutes before she turned to face me, pressing her body against mine and straddling my lap.� My dick was squarely nuzzled in between her legs.� I�m certain that she noticed; I sure did.
We swapped tongues and made great kissy face while I gently humped into her.� She rose up on her knees and then smiling down at me sweetly, offered her nipple to my lips.� �Do you like my tits?� she asked while I flickered at her nip.
�Yes, I love your tits, baby.�
�You don�t think that they�re too small?�
I�ve been with many a woman through the years, tall, short, skinny, full bodied buxom vamps, white, black and Asian, you name it.� One thing they all had in common was a hypersensitivity to the appearance of their body.� Am I too fat?� Am I too tall?� Am I this, or am I that?� Too small?� Who cares?� I am certainly not some well hung stud, I have what I have and it works just fine.� I�ve never gotten any complaints with what I have and never expect to.� She hardly had any tits at all, but that didn�t matter to me at the moment, I had her and that�s what mattered.� �No, I think they�re perfect,� I answered honestly.
All too soon, the water grew tepid.� It was just as well, as I was more than ready to make love to her and fuck her for hours.� I looked about for a clock to judge how much time I had remaining with her and to make a guess as to how many times I would fuck her before taking her home.� It was 8:10 PM; I had at least four hours.�
Rising from the tub, I helped her out.� I remember vividly the image of her naked, glistening with water as globs of bubbles ran down her petite body.� �As I stood, towering over her dripping my own water and bubbles, I dried her, then after dabbing myself and letting her hair down, I led her to the plush king size bed.
Quickly I stripped off the coverlet and guided her to the center of the bed.� Gazing down at her with her amazing hair spread out over half the bed, I relished my prize for the tonight.� She was young, too young, but she was obviously experienced and I was going to be the next lucky male to fuck her.� Curiously, she had a worried look upon her face.
She had read my mind, as if that was hard to do, and said softly, �I�m a virgin.�
I wasn�t expecting that! I had been certain that she was experienced, and now��� �What did you say?� I asked not believing what I had just heard.
�I�m a virgin.�
�Uh� Do you want to remain a virgin?� I asked.
Expecting her to shake her head �no� and give me the green light, I was surprised when she barely squeaked out a timid, �Yes.�
With my pecker at the ready, suddenly the proverbial monkey wrench had been thrown into the gears!� Twelve or not, at this point I would fuck her in a heartbeat, but for Christ�s sake, she was twelve and now she tells me that she didn�t want to be fucked.� If she were a little older, say sixteen, I would have popped her, but twelve?
My better nature quickly took over and I told her, �Sweetheart, I won�t do anything you don�t want me to do.�� I�m not sure if I really meant it, but I said it with a certain degree of conviction.
Relief visibly came across her face.�� �Thank you,� she said smiling up at me.�
�Thank you?�
�Yes.� Thank you for not taking advantage of me.� I know you could, but I like you, Art.� I like you and now... now I know that I can trust you, too.�
�Well, fuck me!� It�s the Mr. Nice Guy syndrome!�� �Okay, so what do you want?� I asked not at all sure where all this was heading, if anywhere.
�I, I don�t know.� Anything, but that.�
�Do you like oral sex?�� She beamed back at me.� That was apparently more than okay.� �How about anal sex?�
�How do you mean?�
�Some girls, I understand, like anal intercourse so that they can technically remain virgins.�
She frowned and asked, �Wouldn�t that hurt?�� That eliminated that avenue.
�Okay, okay.� I think I get the picture.� No fucking� is that right?�� She nodded that was the deal.� �Okay, I won�t fuck you.� Not tonight.� Okay?�� She smiled and somewhat lewdly spread her legs inviting me to play, but with restrictions.
Having settled that matter, I positioned myself sitting at her feet.� I began by rubbing up and down her legs while I admired her smooth pre-teen pussy, a pussy that was semi off limits, but at the same time was available to me on a limited basis.� I fully intended to push those limits without irreparably crossing the line.�
I lifted her foot and brought it to my lips to kiss, caress and suck each toe, one by one.� She seemed to like that.� My kisses expanded across the sole of her foot and then to her ankle before returning to suck and lick between her dainty toes once again.� She really seemed to like that.� After lavishing oral attention to one foot, I moved to her other foot to repeat the tender loving process.� Soon I was kissing, and licking my way up her calves, and then kissing and licking up her inner thighs towards my goal and prize.� Her eyes were closed and her breathing was becoming ragged.� She was enjoying this, almost as much as I was.�
Upon nearing her pussy, I could smell her arousal.� It wasn�t nearly as strong as a woman, but then she wasn�t a woman, not yet.� I nuzzled my nose across her moist slit, relishing her fresh aroma and licked at the fold between her thighs and vulva.� The moans I heard expressed her approval.�
She only had a trace of hair, fuzz actually, and as I wiped my face across her mons, it felt as smooth as knew her ass to be.� Then I worked down between her legs again, bypassing the opportunity to taste her.� That could wait, but not for long.� I worked down her thighs to her knees and then ascended once again, this time with one thing in mind.� I teased her mercilessly, licking and kissing her vulva, but not penetrating her labia with my tongue; my nose, yes, but not my tongue.� With her beginning to squirm, I pressed the flat of my tongue against her sex and slowly dragged it upward.� I heard her softly moan, �Oh, god, yes.�
The next swipe of the tongue was just as slow, but this time, I parted her nether lips and took my first real taste of her.� Perfect and divine don�t begin to describe the taste of her young pussy.� Intoxicating, yes, maybe that�s the word, as my entire universe was suddenly reduced her pussy and my mouth.� I explored every inch of her sex, which as little as she was, wasn�t too much, but what a wonderful compact playground for this old man!
Eventually, drunk on virginal cunt juice, I made a concerted attack on her demure clit.� Just like the rest of her, it was petite; petite, but fully functioning.� The little bud was rigid against my laving tongue.� I was surprised at how quickly she exploded.� Most women take a while to reach their peak; not Leeann, she knew how to relax and let her orgasm swept over her.� She came quickly and she came hard, her dainty thighs clasping my head as her hips bucked wildly.� She peaked and then relaxed, settling in at an elevated state of arousal.� She tried to push my head away, but wasn�t strong enough to deter me as I continued to eat her out, pushing her into series of orgasmic peaks.�
As much as I was having fun, I inevitability grew tired and needed to give my poor tongue a brief rest.� I didn�t, however, give Leeann a rest, as I now brought my fingers into play with her pussy.� I sat up between her legs and fingered her at will, bringing her to another series of peaks that sapped her of her energy.� I didn�t penetrate her deeply though, as I quickly encountered her intact hymen.� Damn, she really hadn�t been fucked yet.
I finally decided that I needed to give her a rest before I rubbed her pussy raw.� I admired the now swollen and puffy nature of her heated reddened labia.� With her pussy lips pulsating invitingly, it was temping not to take her.� But I had my standards and my scruples, though they had indeed been sorely tested and strained these past few hours since I first saw her.� I wouldn�t rape her, that was all there was to it.� I had never raped anyone and wasn�t about to start now.� When I fucked her, it would be on mutual terms.� I held out hope, and yearned to feel my cock encased in her heavenly channel.�� If she asked me to fuck her, well, that was one thing, but she hadn�t.� Quite the opposite!
Contemplating my next move, I decided on something I rarely did.� Gently I turned her petite body over, my hands gliding over the firm moons of her buttocks.� Kneading her cheeks, I opened her up, catching brief glimpses of her anus.� The more I saw, the more I wanted to see.� Soon I was just holding her open to my glaze.� It was beautiful!� A nicely tanned wrinkly star.� As I lowered my face between her buns, I expected a funky musky odor, but fresh from a bath, she was very clean.� My tongue pressed into her and ground against her anus.� In response, she thrust her hips upward, inviting me to continue my anal assault with my rested tongue.
Crazed with my own lust, I licked, lapped and probed into her.� To my surprise, her anus opened and invited deeper penetration.� Soon I was fucking her ass with my tongue while my fingers worked her clit to another climax.� She screeched and whimpered into the pillows as I brought her off.� Then showing mercy, I stopped my assault.�
I sprawled out next to her while she recovered.�� I�d been hard since we finished the ice cream and so far that was all.� My poor dick was in agony by that time, throbbing and aching. Crystal clear, pre-seminal lubricant, literally drooled from my gaping meatus; it had been for some time evidenced by the numerous pecker tracks on the bedding.� I wasn�t exactly dripping, but it was streaming down the stalk of my dick and soaking my pubes.� I thought, should I just beat off and get it over?
My attention was diverted as Leeann began to stir.� �Wow!� That was awesome!� she murmured as she rolled over onto her back.� �You sure know how to make a girl feel good.�
�My pleasure,� I replied sincerely.
�Maybe we can do that again!� she said with a giggle.
�Again?�� The way my fatigued tongue felt at that moment, I was afraid that I might have a hard time talking without slurring my words.�
She sat up.� Actually she sprung up, like she was spring loaded and straddled my chest.� She was as light as a feather.� I was expecting that she might scoot up and stick her pussy back in my face, but she just bounced about slightly and playfully declared, �Okay, now it�s your turn.�
I didn�t answer her, but just smiled up at her and waited to see what was next.� I didn�t have long to wait.� Pushing down on my chest with her hands, she scooted backwards, dragging her cunt across my dick.� I grabbed her hips and held her in place, the flat of my cock nestled against the length of her slit.� I thrust upwards, driving my cock to slide along her slit.� Leeann�s eyes grew big as I continued to hump her, rubbing my cock into her pussy.� Pleadingly she begged, �Don�t��
�I�m not going to fuck you, darling.� I�m just faux-fucking.�
�I don�t want to.� Not yet. Please.��
I didn�t want to upset her.� Hell, I wasn�t about to ram my cock up her cunt, even though she probably wanted me to.� I was just going to faux fuck, and masturbate us with our genitals.� Of course, I knew that her resistance would crumble, and then, well� things do happen.� �Please,� she begged again.� I released my grip on her hips and she quickly scooted back farther and took up position between my legs.� There was a curious questioning look on her face.� Whatever her plan had been, I had disrupted it, at least momentarily.�
�I told you, I�m a virgin,� she scolded.
�I wasn�t going to fuck you.� Faux fuck, some call it play fucking.� Fucking, but not really fucking.� Fucking, but without penetration.� I�m not going to be the one to take your cherry.� I�ll leave that to someone special.�
�You are special,� she added.
�I mean, someone special like your boyfriend, and not some dirty old man like me.�
�You�re not a dirty old man.�
�Then what am I doing in bed with you?�
�Having fun?�
�Oh, god, yes, baby!� I laughed.� �I am having fun!� Maybe too much fun.� But� I shouldn�t be doing this with you.�� I could get in a lot of trouble.�
Reaching forward, Leeann ran her hands over my cock.�� �I know, but I�m having fun too.� I won�t get you in trouble. I just want us to play together.�
What�s a guy to do when a girl wants to play and is in fact playing with his dick?� �Okay, baby.� We�ll play.�
�Now, it�s your turn, Art.� So, you just relax and I�ll make you feel real good.�� Hell, what she was doing already felt damned good.� Where did she learn how to roll a guy�s cock tube just under the crown?� Oh, yeah!
As skillful as her manual manipulation of my cock was, I knew I died and went to heaven as she lowered her lips to my oozing cock head, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.� I gasped as I felt her tongue circling the tip of my penis.� Her mouth engulfed the broad head and lashed it with her dancing tongue. Her mouth was soft and warm, like a hot fruit pie.� Oh, fuck yeah!
Caressing the length of my shaft with her supple lips, she began taking long strokes, flicking her tongue against the soft underside of my glans when she reached it. I closed my own eyes and let my head fall back, lost in the delicious sensations created by her lips. As her head moved back and forth on my cock, her tongue would swirl around the head, sending electric chills all the way up my spine in response.� She sucked me like that for a long, wonderful time.
I should have been ready to blow the instant she took me in her mouth.� Instead, my arousal, already coasting along an elevated plain, increased gradually, building slowly, increasing the urgency for release, yet release didn�t come suddenly.� It came on like two tectonic plates, grinding along each other, the forces building and building until the strained rock layers rupture with a catastrophic release of energy.
I cried out in sweet agony as the first spurt surged into her mouth in a torrent, taking her by surprise. I felt her start and she moaned in pleasure as the second spermy spurt gushed over her tongue.� She pulled off and the third blast launched in a high arch to splatter across my abdomen.� The fourth, though weaker, had a similar fate as the third, causing the pool filling my navel to overflow.� She then took me back into her mouth as the final ejaculatory impulses pumped more sperm laden semen into her loving mouth. Through the lust induced fog, I could hear the wet, slurpy gurgles emanating from her hot tongued, soft-lipped mouth as she sucked and swallowed my cum.
The turmoil passed and as I twitched about in post-orgasmic bliss, the erectile tissue of my organ began its inevitable collapse.� Leeann planted open-mouthed kisses along the underside of my length before running her tongue up and down my shaft, kissing first my left and then my right testicle.� For quite some time I was somewhat unable and unwilling to move.� I was quite content to bask in the afterglow of a monumental cum. While I lay there, she continued to kiss and orally toy with my flaccid dick.� It was one hell of a blow job!� Easily the best I could remember in the past year, a year accentuated with several great blow jobs.
As I lay there, letting her molest me at will, the question that begged for an answer was, �Where in the hell did she learn all this?�� Was she the most popular girl in her neighborhood?� That didn�t seem to be the answer.� No, no way did she learn this with boys. Boys would have fucked her, that�s what boys do with young virgins.� And she certainly didn�t just learn this on her last date, never mind that she was too young to date.� No, she had learned this over time, learned to pleasure a man and learned to enjoy being pleasured by a man.� It had to be someone who had access to her over a long period of time, and someone who cared for her deeply and didn�t just use her.� Who would teach a young girl all about oral sex and yet never sink his cock into her cunt?� Only someone who would rather die than to hurt her.��� Her father.� It had to be her father!�
My eyes fluttered open and she was there, just inches from my face, grinning from ear to ear. She kissed me, smearing some of my cum that was on her lips onto my lips.� �Was that okay?� Did I do good?��
Still breathless, I whispered, �Honey, that was one of the best blow jobs I�ve ever had.�
�Really?�
�Really.�� I took a deep breath and propped myself up on an elbow.� �May I ask you something?� Something personal?�
�I guess.�
�Where did you learn to suck cock like that?�� She remained silent.� �You didn�t learn that from boys, and my guess is you didn�t learn it from the man who lives next door.� You don�t have to tell me, but� you learned it from your father, didn�t you?� �Her silence said it all.�
�You think I�m terrible?� she asked nearly in tears.�
�No, no, no.� You�re not terrible,� I reassured her.� �Far from it.� You are the most wonderful girl I�ve ever met.� Your father has taught you well.�
�You�re really nice, Art.� I�m glad I caught your attention today.�
�Yes, you did catch my attention.� I�m just glad you could babysit tonight on such short notice.� That brought a smile to her face.
We rested up for a little while, chatting about things, school, boys, other girls, her mom, my job, my passions.� We didn�t talk about her father; no matter how I presented the questions, on her father she was mute.� I admired the fact that she steadfastly maintained the trust with her father.� It made me feel safer too.�
While we talked she dipped her fingers in the cum on my stomach and finger painted my chest and nipples.� I did the same for her.� She wanted me to rub some in her pussy, but I didn�t think that was such a good idea, so I rubbed it on her asshole instead and did some gentle probing.� She wasn�t ready to start that and hopped out of bed.�
�Can I order something from room service again?� I�m starving!�
I showed Leeann the room service menu and she said she wanted the hamburger.� Two hamburgers it is!� I placed the call and then dragged her back into the bed for a general tittie sucking.� Half an hour later, or however long it takes to cook and prepare a twenty dollar hamburger and then let it grow stone cold, room service knocked.� It was the same guy as before.� Throwing the bath robe on, I let him into the sitting room and allowed him to take the empty ice cream dishes away with him.�
Actually the hamburger wasn�t that bad after warming it up in the microwave, but the fries� bleeeh!� Anyway, after we had finished, it was getting late and I suggested that I take her home.�
�Art, that play fucking thing��
�What about it?�
�It felt really nice, but I was afraid you might, you know��
�I understand.� I didn�t mean to scare you.�
�You didn�t scare me.� I liked it.� I scared me.� Do you think that we could... you know, maybe do that again? I mean... without me getting all scared and everything.�
�Is the Pope Catholic?�� She looked at me like I�d lost my mind, and then began to snicker.� She jumped and ran back into the bedroom and leaped into the bed.� It was an invitation I wasn�t going to refuse.�
�How about if I let you do all the work?� I said with a grin.
�Huh?�
�I�ll lie down and you get on top.� You move around and I�ll try to stay still.� That way I won�t get carried away and do something you don�t want me to do.�
�Okay.�
�First, you�ve got to get me hard.�� She beamed and went to it, attacking my semi-erect cock with her talented mouth.� In no time at all, she had me up and ready.� She then straddled me, smashing her sweet cunt against my erection.� Wiggling about, she set me in the slot, like a hot dog in a bun.� Then she began rocking back and forth, rubbing her cunt over my dick.� The more she did it, the more enthusiastically her hips moved.� She built up a pretty good pace, making sure that my cock head raked across her clit with each thrust. I just sat back and enjoyed it all.
It was fun watching her facial expressions change from gleeful, to serious, to joyful, to sultry, to rapturous; the way she stuck the tip of her tongue through her lips, and especially the loving looks she gave me as she worked towards our mutual goal of sexual ecstasy. I loved seeing the way that her long locks swirled around as her head moved.� Despite my intent, I couldn�t stay passive in this endeavor.� Soon I had her by the hips, helping her trust while thrusting up with my hips.� The pace continued to increase and with it our passions rose.� My cock was moving quickly, sliding very quickly along and through her labial lips.� One reckless thrust and she wouldn�t be a virgin any more.�
She threw her head back and shook with her pleasure.� At the same time, my cock erupted, disgorging a fresh load of cum onto my stomach and greasing up her cuntal groove as well.�� As my cock softened and lost its effectiveness, her hips slowed to a stop.� Falling forward, she hugged into my chest.� Over an hour later, we were still like that when I woke up.
One look at the clock and I knew that there was potentially a problem. �Leeann�� Leeann, sweetie!� Wake up, baby.� Wake up.� We�ve got to go.� It�s already past 1:30.�
�I told Daddy, I�d be home by one!�
�I know.� I know.� We fell asleep.� C�mon, we�ve got to get you home.��
We were stuck together with cum as she rolled off.� It was obvious that we would need to get cleaned up first.� I drew some water in the spa tub, not enough for a bath, but enough for a sponge bath.
I got her in and we washed each other one last time.� As I rose to step out, it occurred to me that five minutes more wouldn�t hurt anything.� Leeann looked up and found my cock in her face. She must have thought the same thing as she took me in her mouth for the third time that night.� I just wanted to feel her tongue caressing my dick one last time and having accomplished that, reluctantly I withdrew.
While she found the various parts of her outfit and dressed, I got back into my suit, tie and all.� It was a well after two, when we made it to the elevator.� The valet parking is usually very efficient, but at this time of night, it seemed we waited an eternity for my car to come around.� I was a bit uneasy as the valet looked at her and looked at me; he had the right idea.
As we sped towards her home, I asked if I could see her again tomorrow, explaining that my business should be concluded by ten and I could meet her somewhere afterwards.�
�No, I can�t, Art.� Not tomorrow.� Daddy�s off tomorrow and� he wants to spend some time with me.�
�Doing what?�
�Whatever.� You know� We always spend time together whenever we can.�
�Well, I�ve have to return home tomorrow and take care of my business.� I don�t know when I�ll be back, but�� I will be back.� Do you think you could babysit for me again?�
�I�d love to,� she replied with a girlish giggle.
�One thing, Leeann... if you�re still a virgin when I see you again� you won�t be afterwards.� I�m going to fuck you, sweetheart.� Fuck you like a woman should be fucked.� Okay?� Fair warning.�
�Uh, okay� I guess,� was the reply I got.
I pulled up to her house.� Tinted windows or not, it was dangerous to kiss her out in front of her house.� I kissed her anyway and as I did, I pressed a wad of bills into hands.
She looked at the money and then looked back at me.� �I�m not a prostitute.�
�No, you�re not.� I hired you to babysit and look, I�ve made you work overtime.�
�Art��
�It�s a gift.�
�Art��
�Take it.�
�Okay, thanks, but��
�Yes, baby.�
�I do want to see you again.�
�I have an idea, how about if I stay over another night?�
�Hey, not so fast!�
�Just kidding, but hell, if you�d say yes, I�ll stay.�
�Next time, Art.� Next time.�
I walked her up to the door.� As soon as she dug her key out of her purse, the door opened.� Her father looked at her and then at me.� �Late dinner?� he asked as she stepped inside.
�We went to a club afterwards and time just slipped by.� Sorry to bring her home so late.�
I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he wasn�t buying it.� Indeed, I knew that he knew.� His gaze broke momentarily.� He knew that I knew.� The front door closed.
Damn!� No doubt about it.� I�ve got to schedule me another trip to Tampa and soon.
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