1 comments/ 54072 views/ 5 favorites A Weekend With Renata-Saturday Morn By: Lestat2k02 Authors Note: "A Weekend With Renata-Saturday" is the 2nd part of the trilogy sequel to my story "Renata Gets A Ride". The number of people that read, "Renata Gets A Ride" has really floored me and the voting on it has made it my highest scoring story to date. I had intended for "Renata Gets A Ride" to be a stand alone story, but because of the number of readers it accumulated I've decided to do sequels because "hey I never know when to leave a good thing alone..." [chuckle] [chuckle] "A Weekend With Renata" will be a trilogy of stories, "Friday", "Saturday" and "Sunday". Only now it appears that "Saturday" will be broken into 2 parts because of how long it was getting. I've split the "Saturday" story into "Saturday Morning" and "Saturday Afternoon" to keep the length of them short enough to read quickly. I won't be spending much if any time referring back to the first Renata story, so if you haven't read "Renata Gets A Ride" you might want to do so now, just to help maintain continuity while reading the Weekend Trilogy. And if your reading this second story of the "Weekend trilogy" then I assume you've read the first. ~~Thanks, Lestat2k02 * * * * * Saturday Morning A Middle of the Night Bedtime Story My eyes opened, but very little changed it was very dark, the embers glowing in the fireplace provided very little light in the unfamiliar room where I was spending the night. As the clouds of sleep cleared my head I recognized an unfamiliar weight on my body. Renata and I had fallen asleep last night in the big recliner in front of the fireplace. Renata was my daughter's best friend and she was reclined on top of me, sleeping soundly and the soft warmth of her young body against mine was the most pleasant thing I had awoken to in a long time. The thin pink Barbie Princess nightgown she was wearing left nothing to the imagination, the girl in my arms might well have been naked considering how thin the fabric of her garment was. Renata's head rested on my bare chest that she had exposed by opening my robe, I could feel her breath tickling my skin every time my pretty young companion exhaled. Not wanting anything to change I remained as still as possible so as not to disturb my sleeping beauty. I thought about the games we had played the previous night. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Renata was the sexiest woman I had ever known. Sexier than I ever thought a woman could be. Huh, woman I thought to myself. Certainly Renata's little girl act was the sexiest thing about her. She uses her petite underdeveloped body to fuel the illusion of youth. She entices me with this illusion of youth; well to be honest it should really be described as forbidden youth. Renata's pigtails and school uniform had forced her to produce ID proving she was over 18 at check in last night before the owner of the Inn would give them their cottage. If I were to be honest with myself I would have to admit that in her school uniform with her hair in pigtails and five foot nothing of height Renata looks young, too young, criminally young. Continuing to be honest though I have to say that Renata's illusion of youth is a huge turn on, and as I said, she is the sexiest person I've ever known. Then there was the Barbie Princess nightgown. Jeeeez... The schoolgirl act had successfully projected Renata's illusion of youth, but that was nothing compared to the Barbie Princess nightie. Like I said, my daughter had one of these when she was 10, Renata couldn't pass herself off as a 10 year old, but she blew away the schoolgirl "illusion of youth" with a just plain old lecherous little girl fantasy. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, which wasn't that dark because the clouds had cleared away from the full moon, which was now reflecting off the drifts of snow to shine brightly through the shear curtains of the cottage. I could clearly see the little girl dressed in pink curled up in my arms. My one arm was innocently around her shoulders, but the other was resting lasciviously on a firm round cheek of Renata's pretty young ass. Having held Renata's tight fanny in my bare hand before I knew how thin the material of her Barbie nightgown was because this feeling through the stretched pink fabric was almost indistinguishable from the feeling of bare skin in my hand. I have to say that having this alluring young woman in my arms (and her ass in my hand) was more pleasant then you could possibly imagine, certainly more pleasant than I can describe, especially after two years of doing without. That afternoon in October, in the hotel room with Renata had been the first sexual contact I had had with a woman in over two years, not counting self-gratification. It was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, but it will end up being only a sneak preview of what this weekend will be. While I was thinking about all these things my hand involuntarily gave the cheek of Renata's fanny a gentle squeeze. I probably wouldn't even have known I did it except for the break in the unchanging rhythm of her breathing. The abrupt change in Renata's breathing brought me back from my mental wanderings and I found myself staring at my hand, the one that held the cheek of my beautiful companion's fanny. Renata was no longer curled up on top of me, while she slept she had stretched out full length on top of me and the ass cheek I had in my hand was near the end of my reach. I pulled my hand up bringing the hem of the Barbie Princess nightie with it until I had exposed Renata's magnificent young ass. I just gazed at Renata's ass in the moonlight for minutes on end, not believing how lucky I was to have such a glorious thing in my reach. I put my hand back on her cheek. Renata's skin was soft, but her fanny was firm and this time the gentle compressions of my fingers were purposeful. Renata's breath skipped, but then regained its cadence again as her unconscious mind, registered the touch of something on her bare behind. I increased the pressure of my fingers until Renata's head jerked up with a start, her eyes were open but she was still sleeping and she was struggling to speak. Huh... Er... What... Oh, Mr. Mason... What... Uh... Her head was clearing and she noticed the grip my fingers had on her rear end and she said in a sleep husky voice, "I was sleeping Mr. Mason, do you have to be naughty even when I'm sleeping?" In spite of what she said she repositioned herself so her ass was an easier reach for me than it had been. With her thinking more lucid and her voice more sparkling than sleepy she said "you like grabbing me there don't you Mr. Mason... You like playing with your little Barbie girl..." however instead of pressing her point she continued with "That's okay Mr. Mason, I like being grabbed there. Your little Barbie girl likes you to play with her any way you want." Her head bent down giving me a quick kiss on the chest and she rolled over the side of the recliner and onto the floor. I watched as she stirred the red-hot coals in the fireplace and put a new stack of wood on top of them. When she climbed back into the recliner and onto my lap she said "not as warm in here since the fire died down, huh Mr. Mason". Rather than lying back down she kind of positioned herself across me, leaning on one side of the recliner and letting her feet hang over the other side. I looked at the cute young girl in my lap for a few moments and then spoke. This was the first time that I actually instigated a conversation instead of just replying. I'm not at all sure where the thought came from, but I asked her why, with a boyfriend and all she was spending time with me. The answer was a lot longer than the question. To start with Renata told me that she had dumped her boyfriend the Monday after she got home from visiting my daughter Ange, which would also be the Monday after our Friday afternoon adventure. When I asked why I got a rambling recount of the sexual frustration that her relationship with her boyfriend had been. According to Renata his idea of satisfying a woman was shooting a good load of cum into them, the idea that the girl would like to cum also never entered his mind. "OH MY GOD!!! The pool table" Renata exclaimed in a rather loud but still sparkling voice. "One of his favorite things to do when we were alone at his house would be to pull my pants down and bend me over the edge of the pool table. I'd hear his zipper and his pants going down, next thing I know I feel him poking around with it between my legs until he found where it went, then a couple of shoves and I was having the pleasure of getting nailed from behind. Six grunts and pumps, eight of them tops and he was done, he'd pull it out of me and I'd be left with cum running down my leg." She was talking really fast now and with hardly a break for air continued with, "Twice while we were going out we made love naked. Only twice, every other time it was some version of a quickie. Twice we did it in his bed and he let me be on top, I got to set the pace, it didn't make any difference though, he still shot off pretty quick, but at least I got to keep riding him. I played with my own clit to make myself cum while I was on him. That's the only orgasms I ever had with him. I mean I could have gotten the same thing from a dildo, but at least he was there for them. He's not a bad guy, he just didn't get it." With only a quick breath she continued, "At the prom he rented a room with a few other guys and when it was our turn we left the ballroom and went up to the hotel room. I sat on the end of the bed and before I knew it his pants were down and he had grabbed my ankles and was pushing me back onto the bed, he folded me in half, then he spread my ankles a mile wide and pinned them on the bed. He was considerate enough to say that I looked so hot he couldn't wait for us to do it". Winking at me Renata said, "By the way you were right, I didn't have any panties on", she paused to flash me one of her gorgeous smiles before continuing, "he was in me and done with me before I knew he even started" she said with a laugh. I was quickly back again to not saying much, she dumped her boyfriend cause I had felt her up and eaten her out in a hotel room one afternoon. Even though according to her all she was getting from him was some quick dick, she had to realize that she wasn't going to be getting any dick from me. It didn't matter to me what else I had ever done with a woman, back when it still working, in the end I wanted to fuck, stopping at any point before that was torture. Don't get me wrong, I'd play for as long as she wanted to, but the finale was always doing it. For that reason I was having a hard time understanding why Renata would settle for cumming on my hand and giving up getting the high hard one. Oh well I though to myself, she wouldn't have any trouble getting some over in her new school in France. But sheeesh what was I thinking, what did I care why she wanted to spend the weekend with me as long as she did, and she was. Talk about being a moron, shut up (I said mentally to myself) and just enjoy yourself" There was still no sign of sunrise and there wasn't a clock in sight so we decided to try to go back to sleep for a while. All the dirty talking must have made Renata a little horny because after she had curled back up in my arms she said in her little girl voice, "Tell me a bedtime story Mr. Mason, tell me a bedtime story to help me go back to sleep. Tell me about the limo again only tell it like a bedtime story Mr. Mason". All the dirty talk had made me mentally horny so the idea of telling my pretty young companion a dirty bedtime story was more than appealing. Before starting the story it crossed my mind that my fantasy of taking Renata in the back seat of the limo was frightening close to being just another quickie like she got from her boyfriend. I guess the fact that Renata had an orgasm while I was telling the story made up for the fact that I had fantasized about quickie with her. Oh well what does it matter here's the story. Once upon a time there was a beautiful young lady who got a ride from an old guy. She was dressed like a little whore and the old guy couldn't keep his hands off her. The old guy was groping the beautiful young ladies body as he kissed her, copping feel after feel as they tried to suck each others tongues out of their mouths. Renata's hand had moved down to between her legs. The beautiful young lady was driving the old guy crazy. He wanted to fuck her brains out and that was okay because the beautiful young lady who was dressed like a whore wanted to be fucked. Renata's pretty young legs opened just a little to let her hand in between them. The old guy made the beautiful young lady lay down on the seat of the car. He spread her legs and opened her crotch so he could get to her tight wet pussy. The beautiful young lady pulled up her dress that a whore would wear so the old guy could see that her tight pussy was dripping wet and that she was ready for him to fuck her brains out. Renata whimpered softly as her finger slid inside her. The beautiful young lady wiggled her ass impatiently as she waited for the old guy to stick his cock into her tight wet pussy. Mmmm the beautiful young lady thought to herself, this leather seat is so soft, I've never been fucked on leather before. Renata's hand was raising and falling as she slipped her finger in and out of herself. The horny old guy with his pants down around his knees fell on the beautiful young girl, pushing his cock into her. The old guy's hard cock pushed the beautiful young ladies pussy open and because she was so wet his cock slid easily into her. His penetrating cock laid open the lips of the beautiful young ladies sopping pussy and filled her wet hole as it stretch enough accommodate his throbbing meat. Renata's head started lolling from side to side as she continued to dip her finger into herself. The beautiful young woman moaned with pleasure, and the horny old guy groaned with relief as his hard cock stretched the tight wet hole that belonged to the beautiful young lady who dressed like a whore. She didn't just dress like a whore though the beautiful young lady acted like a whore as she pumped her hips just like the old guy pumped his. The beautiful young lady fucked him as hard as he was fucking her. I put my hand over Renata's. As my hand moved with hers and I could feel that her middle finger was wet, coated with her warm sticky arousal. The beautiful young lady knew the horny old guy was going to make a mess in her tight little pussy long before she was finished so she started to reach for her cum button so she would be done at the same time as he was. When Renata lifted her hand and pulled her finger out of her slippery wet flower I pressed my middle finger over the top of hers and when she pushed hers back inside her mine went in right on top of hers. The old guy gave one last hard shove pinning the beautiful young lady to the soft leather seat and burying his throbbing hard cock deep inside her young tight wet pussy. Grunting loudly like a wild animal the old guy shot glob after glob of hot sticky cum into the beautiful young ladies willing body. My finger rode Renata's through the soft puffy lips of her flower and into her warm, wet recesses. I felt her soft as satin walls press against my finger from the top and sides as I felt the top of Renata's finger press against the underside of mine and I heard her moan so softly "oh Mr. Mason", as I finished my bedtime story. Acting like the whore that she was dressed like the beautiful young lady screamed for the old guy to fuck her and fill her with his hot cum. She shoved her crotch up as hard as she could, but the old guy was too heavy and she just ended squirming under him, cumming just as hard as he had. Renata's legs fell open wider as her finger and my finger overlapping hers slid between the puffy pink lips of her pussy. As our fingers pumped in and out of Renata's velvety slit we forced the juices of her aroused Passion to ooze from between her soft puffy lips. "Ahhhh Mr. Maaas-unnnnnn thaaat'sss gaaa-uuuud" Renata groaned, much louder than her previous moan had been and she stared intently at her own crotch watching our married fingers pumping in and out of her at an ever increasing pace. "Yesssss" my sweet beauty hissed as her head rolled back, our eyes met and she mouthed the words "so naughty" as our hands pumped in unison. Renata fooled me, but only for one pump when she left her finger buried inside her as far as it would stretch. My finger slid out of Renata but I pushed it back into her following the path marked by her own finger. My hand rested on hers and my finger was as deep in her soft wet vault as her own. I watched as she closed her eyes and I felt her hand starting to move again. Not pumping in and out this time, but twisting. No it wasn't really twisting either, our fingers were moving in circles, like we were stirring the fluids of her sexual desire. I matched Renata's movement as closely as I could; we stretched the opening to her hot insides as we moved our fingers around inside her. The movement of Renata's hand caused the heel of it to press on and grind into her sensitive arousal swollen clit. Renata's breathing became quicker and shallower and then turned to gasping and panting as her body tensed in preparation for the volcanic eruption of her arousal. Her eyes clinched shut tighter, her panting intensified, her grunting became more ardent and I could feel her muscles quivering in tiny spasms. Moments later she threw her head back violently and snapped her body to stretch her legs straight out and spread apart. "OH YESSS!!!" Renata wailed as her body now quaked with huge muscle spasms and I could feel her orgasm gushing around my finger that was still paired with Renata's as they stirred her orgasm to increasing levels of intensity. Renata slammed her legs closed on our hands as a wave of orgasm washed over her, they fell open again as the wave subsided. "OOOHAAAH YESSS", "OHH GAHD", "SOOO GOOOD" Renata screamed between jolting peaks of satisfaction. Her legs smashed together again when another spasm reverberated through her body. This time her legs stayed closed on our hands, clamped like a vice trapping our fingers deep inside her orgasming body. Eventually the vehemence of Renata's jerking lessened, her breathing became more controlled and the vice like grip of her legs loosened. "Thank you for my bedtime story Mr. Mason" purred my Barbie Princess, "It was delightfully naughty. Just like you Mr. Mason". Renata had lifted her head to face me and she was smiling slyly as she spoke. She broke eye contact and once again looked at the hands pressed between her lovely legs. She lifted her hand carrying mine with it and our fingers slipped from inside her. Renata took my hand in hers and guided my pussy soaked finger to her lips that parted and then closed over my sticky middle finger. Renata's lips moved up and down the length of my finger cleaning all of her arousal from it. "Mmmmm, yup Mr. Mason, that was a tasty bedtime story alright", again our eyes met and locked; then from the periphery of my vision I saw her finger, caked with arousal drying in the exposed air as it was moved toward my lips. Renata traced my lips with the tip of her finger, I caught the scent of her arousal more than the taste at this point, but when she pushed her finger between my lips and my tongue wrapped around her finger and the taste of her sweet arousal exploded in my mouth. It was exactly as I remembered the taste from our afternoon together and the sample that coated Renata's delicate finger only made me want more. I was going to have to dip my tongue into the sweet honey pot of my beautiful young Renata this weekend, hopefully more than once. The thought of Renata writhing in orgasm as my tongue drilled into her tasty wet slit was a huge turn on, but then again any thought that contained Renata was a huge turn on, if only mentally. A Weekend With Renata-Saturday Morn When I had licked Renata's finger clean she withdrew it from my mouth and once again smiled sweetly at me. "That was a tasty bedtime story alright Renata" I said. It wasn't long before my foxy young Barbie Princess had fallen back to sleep snuggled in my embrace and very shortly after that so was I. Eating Barbie for Breakfast The next time my eyes opened the silver moonlight that had been streaming through the shear curtains had been replaced by brilliant golden sunshine and as before my pretty little Barbie Princess was sleeping in my arms. As always Renata was cute beyond description, but the morning sunlight added an additional golden glow to her pigtails that made her even cuter. I felt bad waking her but nature was calling and I had to get to the bathroom desperately. "Hurry back Mr. Mason", Renata smiled and waved as I rolled off. For a guy in a wheel chair there is no such thing as a quick trip to the bathroom and a detailed description of the trip is uncalled for here. After I cleaned my self up I decided to leave the adult diaper behind in anticipation of Renata maybe wanting to play later with what hide under it. When I came rolling back the fire was roaring in the fireplace again and I joked about her being a firebug. She said it was a lot more fun to be naked if it was nice and warm. "Naked?" I said acting like I didn't know what was going to happen. Renata stood next to the recliner in so I could transfer back into it. She was still wearing and looking incredibly adorable in her Barbie Princess nightie and pink socks; we've already established that there were no panties under the nightgown and that made Renata both adorable and sexy. Yup, there was no doubt about what a sexy little cutie she was. When I was seated back in the recliner she climbed right into my lap and said "Mr. Mason, you're a naughty naughty man and I'm not wearing that much, how long do you think it will be before I'm naked?" her voice was seductively sweet and her smile was innocently sweet as she posed the question. Renata's pink Barbie nightgown was provocative as heck and it stretched over her body leaving little to the imagination. There was no arguing the fact that she was probably correct; being naked was in her future, sooner more likely than later. My adorable young Renata wrapped her arms around my neck, rested her chin on my shoulder and spoke softly into my ear. "What should we do now Mr. Mason?" She had been sitting farther out on my knees, but she wiggled closer pressing her upper body closer to mine before continuing in the same soft voice, "you know what you haven't done yet Mr. Mason, I cant believe a naughty man like you hasn't even touched my nipples yet". I had slipped my arms around Renata's waist when she laid her head down on my shoulder, this left my hands on her back and no where near her pretty little nipples. Her lips were closer to my ear before she softly spoke "Do I always have to ask twice Mr. Mason... Your little Barbie Girl wants her nipples touched". My hand moved from the back of Renata's body to the front, I spread my hand out flat and pressed it to her chest. Renata's nipple was in the "V" between my thumb and index finger, and the spread of my hand covered her entire pert little breast. My fingers clenched and released ever so slightly, firmly massaging the breast of the sweet young lady that was sitting on my lap. "mmmmm... Mr. Mason that feels nice." The gap between my thumb and finger narrowed closing down on her nipple until it was pinched betwixt them. I was rolling it and enjoying the feeling of it stiffening to my touch, it was fun knowing I was making Renata feel so good with just the touch of my hand and that I could bring her to orgasm anytime I wanted to. It helped offset in my mind the thought that I couldn't give Renata what her boy friend "quick dick" had been able to give her. "Mr. Mason?" again my drifting mind was brought back to reality by my sweet Renata's voice. "Would you do something for me Mr. Mason?" I laughed at her and said, "Do you really think there's any possibility I'll be able to say no to you Renata?" "No Mr. Mason you'll ever say no to me" I heard her whisper in my ear. She lifted her head from my shoulder and once again I was fixed by the gaze of Renata's enchantingly sweet eyes. She smiled and said, "andÖ even if you did say no Mr. Mason I think I could talk you out of it", she said with a growing smile and a wink. I was still smiling back at her when she continued. "I want to watch you use my panties Mr. Mason". "Huh?" "I want to watch you make yourself cum Mr. Mason. And I want to see you cum in my panties." "You want to watch me play with myself?" She bounced her head up and down in an exaggerated motion, like a little girl who just got her own way would and said, "Ooooh come on Mr. Mason, I really want to see you cum, I bet you're really cute when you make yourself cum and I want to watch". Renata had switched to the little girl pleading voice, so between the little pleading voice and the sight of the beautiful young girl in the Barbie Princess nightgown sitting on my lap I was ready to say okay, but before I could she continued. Renata leaned forward, again placing her lips near my ear and switching to her seductively pleading whisper said, "Lets go get on the bed Mr. Mason. We can sit facing each other and I'll take off my nightie so you can see me naked. I'll spread my legs really wide apart for you and you can watch while I use my little vibrator on myself. You can watch your Barbie girl use her little toy to fuck herself. Would that turn you on Mr. Mason?" Renata's seductive whisper was completely hypnotizing and even though I was ready to say yes I was transfixed by the hypnotic sound of her voice, in a trance and unable to speak. "Well Mr. Mason, would watching me fuck my bald little pussy make you excited enough to cum?" That's right I thought to myself I haven't gotten a good look at her bald pussy yet. Even though Renata was 18 and a half with those pigtails, that flat chest and bald pussy it would be easy to imagine I was watching some little 12 or 13 year old girl do herself with a vibrator. Ya I thought to myself, I shouldn't have any trouble making myself cum watching that. Still entranced by Renata's vocal seduction I couldn't speak, but involuntarily my grip on Renata's nipple tightened and I was pinching it between my fingers, the more she talked the harder I squeezed. "The only thing is Mr. Mason, I'm, a good girl, and I've never done this kind of thing before, so I need to know how I should do it". Renata's last word was immediately followed by a quiet groan that contained more discomfort that pleasure, her hand went to my hand, she pried my hand from her breast and said in a voice flavored with the sweetest little whimper, "Not so hard Mr. Mason, your hurting me. Here let me show you how I like it". With that her hand reached inside my bathrobe and she placed her hand on me. Where my hand covered Renata's entire breast, hers was small on my chest. Actually her hand started on my abdomen, then she pushed it up moving through the heavy dark hair that covered my body until the delicate fingers of her petite hand closed on my nipple. "Mmmmmm... Mr. Mason, your skin is always so warm". Renata's fingers deftly caressed my nipple while her other hand continued to move in circles over my entire chest. "I loved snug-cuddling with you last night." She wasn't looking at me as she spoke she was watching her hand move through the hair on my chest and her voice had taken on a distant quality as if she was reminiscing as she talked. Then suddenly, accompanied by a quick giggle she said, "That's a combination of snuggling and cuddling Mr. Mason, just in case you didn't know", her voice was once again sprinkled with innocence. Renata's fingers had never left my nipple and she was now tweaking it playfully. "See Mr. Mason this is how you should do it, it should feel nice it shouldn't hurt." As she uttered those few words her voice shifted again from softly sparkling innocence to enchantingly soft and seductive, she leaned close to me again, over my shoulder putting her lips close to my ear. "Now where was I Mr. Mason?" there was a pause and I could feel her soft warm breath sliding over my skin. In a voice just dribbling with innocence Renata pronounced "Oh ya... I'm just a sweet young girl Mr. Mason, I don't know how to do all these naughty things you make me do". Dribbling with innocence became gushing with seduction as she continued, "Mr. Mason, your little Barbie girl needs to know how you want her to fuck herself" "Should I be loud and scream out while I fuck myself Mr. Mason... Or would you like me to be quiet and just make sweet little grunting sounds?" "Should I do it hard and fast Mr. Mason?" "Or should I do it slow and easy?" "Should I touch my breast while I do it Mr. Mason?" As she said these last words her little hand moved from my chest to hers, she stroked herself as she continued. "Should I talk while I do it Mr. Mason? Should I say things like..." "OH YES MR. MASON!!" "THAT'S IT MR. MASON!!" "GOD THAT FEELS GOOD MR. MASON" "HARDER MR. MASON FUCK ME HARDER" It was the loudest whisper I had ever heard. Renata had never used a real voice, but it was like she was screaming those words in my ear. Like I said before, they were the words of the siren and the word were drawing me in. I was speechless, not that it mattered, I was at a loss for words anyway. How had someone so young learned to do this to a person, Renata was a master at articulating seduction. However even though Renata's verbal skills could probably give a dead man a hard on, she still hadn't done anything for me. Well actually she had, mentally I wanted Renata more than words can describe, but there was still no physical manifestation of this raging desire. The lingering stillness ended when Renata kissed my ear, then the tip of my nose and then rubbed the tip of my nose with the tip of hers. Looking into my eyes she said nonchalantly, "let's go get in bed Mr. Mason." To which my only reply was a silent nodding of my head up and down. After transferring back to my wheel chair I followed Renata to the bedroom. I was a 44 year old guy being lead around like a puppy by this pip-squeak of a girl. Oh well I thought to myself, one advantage of following Renata around in a wheel chair was that I got a great view of her tight little ass wiggling as she walked. Renata turned down the bed and stacked the pillows against the headboard for me to sit against so I could watch her performance and perform for her. I transferred to the bed, struggled out of my clothes and worked my way to a sitting position at the top of it. Renata had disappeared out into the great room and when she returned she had the pastel green panties from the night before in her hand. "Cant forget these Mr. Mason" she said tossing them to me. Then she retrieved her vibrator from her bag and tossed it on the end of the bed. I had been entertaining myself by watching Renata move about the room. Different women move in different ways. Some glide gracefully, some stalk confidently, some saunter proactively, but Renata moved with a youthful spring in her step. Was it part of her little girl act or was it her natural state of being I wondered. Either way she ended her movement with her back to me. She grabbed the hem of the Barbie Princess nightgown and in one smooth motion lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. And then I was staring again, from the moment it uncovered I just sat there staring at Renata's ass. Renata's arms flopped back down to her sides and she just stood there letting me look at the back of her naked body. The sight of Renata's remarkably beautiful young body made my hand go to my lap and I started fingering my flopping manhood. She looked back over her shoulder and watched me stare at her and play with myself. When Renata did turn around she held her arms in such a way that she hid all the good stuff. She looked so extraordinarily sexy standing there with her legs barely crossed and her arms and hands trying to cover herself, but pretend modesty aside she still just stood there letting me stare at her. "Are you sure I'm pretty Mr. Mason? Or do you just say that?" I chuckled as I shook my head and said, "Yes Renata, I'm sure your pretty, but you would be prettier if you moved your arms". Renata moved her arms, uncovering herself and displaying her lovely young body to me. She put her arms behind her back, lifted the front of her foot off the floor and rocked on it's heal while twisting her whole body back and forth like a little kid would. "You're a naughty man Mr. Mason", she said with a smile, "a naughty man that makes me, a good little girl do naughty things, I never used to take my clothes off like this before with men around, but the way you look at me just makes me want to do all these naughty things Mr. Mason." Renata just stood there letting me look at her while she watched me finger myself. She was lovely, so much beauty in such a petite package. Blonde pigtails bracketing a fresh young face, traces of childhood freckles were still visible on her cheeks but her faces dominant feature was undoubtedly her sassy smile. I admired Renata's perfect wholesome white skin as my eyes followed the contours of her neck and the curve of her shoulders that also had the faded remains of childhood freckles. The same faded freckles were sprinkled down the length of her delicately thin arms. Renata's breasts were small and perky with cute little pink nipples. Her waist narrowed, but just subtly, this was another one of the features that contributed to her young girl appearance. I had a vivid memory from the night before of touching the baby soft skin of Renata's now bald mound, but this was my first chance to see the effect it had. The golden threads of her soft bush were gone. The look of her bald pussy cemented the illusion of youth that Renata projected. "You like looking at me don't you Mr. Mason? Even though it's a naughty thing to look at naked young girls you like it don't you Mr. Mason?" "Naked or with clothes I love to look at you Renata." "Awwww what I nice thing to say Mr. Mason." That seemed to be a signal for her to move; she hopped on to the bed and sat with her back to the foot of it. Renata relaxed against the footboard that was tall enough to use as a backrest. She slouched down somewhat and she spread her legs as wide as she could, her knees were bent up and her feet were flat on the mattress and her crotch was wide open. "Is this okay Mr. Mason? Can you see my pussy good enough if I sit like this?" "Oh ya Renata, I can see it alright." Renata was caressing the inside of her thigh with one hand as she reached for her vibrator with her other hand. I was fingering my sleeping johnson with one hand while I held Renata's pastel green panties in the other. Renata spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and guided the tip of the silent vibrator up and down the length of her soaking slit. Even as wet as she already was I could see that the silent vibrator made Renata's body exuded more waves of sexual lubricant. My eyes were locked on the tip of the vibrator as Renata pushed the lips of her pussy open with it. I watched as the vibrator moved through the milk of Renata's arousal that sluiced between puffy lips of her pussy. The vibrator parted the creamy flow like the prow of a sailboat cutting through the sea. Renata was watching me as I held my soft meat erect with one hand and wrapped her panties around it with the other. Neither of us saw anything else the other was doing. I was at the head of the bed staring into Renata's crotch and she was at the foot of the bed staring at my crotch. The roof of the cottage could have collapsed around us from the weight of the snow and we would have never known. Nothing mattered to either of us except watching the other person pleasure them selves. We were a circle of exhibitionism and sexual self-gratification. Renata drove her arousal by manipulating her pussy with the vibrator. She enhanced her arousal by watching me pawing at my flopping panty cloaked dick, which in turn drove my arousal. I enhanced my arousal by staring at Renata's naked crotch and watching the parts of her wet pussy be pushed around by the vibrator. And so it went. We performed for each other, letting the other person's arousal stimulate our own. My fingers moved faster as I watched the tip of the vibrator in Renata's hand probe the little opening that was exposed by her fingers holding open the lips of her pussy. Watching my fingers move faster made Renata use her vibrator to breach the soaked gap between her legs and penetrate deeper into herself. Watching Renata penetrate her tight little carnal cave made my fingers move faster, and so it went. My vision seemed to tunnel, all I could see was the piece of beige plastic penetrating the flooded hole between Renata's legs. I watched as the pink folds of skin rolled in as Renata's vagina admitted the plastic prick. My gaze never left that spot as the same pink folds of skin rolled out as plastic prick re-emerged. To use an old saying, it wasn't long before Renata and I "curled each others toes". I was the one to go off first. The sight of Renata fucking herself, injecting and withdrawing her toy was just more than I could take, especially when I imagined that it was the old days and my tool was as hard as the plastic one she was using and that my tool was in the same place as the plastic one Renata was using. As usual just before I shot my wad my flopping willy hardened up a little in my hands and then one of my legs spasmed and jumped off the bed, then the other, then both. I heard Renata let out a long groan as a dark spot appeared on her panties as my cum seeped through the fabric of her panties. Renata pumped herself faster and I heard her groan "oh Mr. Mason" as the dark spot on her panties grew as my fingers kept milking my almost hard meat, making it shoot gob after gob of sticky white stuff into my sweet young Renata's panties while my legs jumped all over the bed. When the last squirt of my jizz soaked into the cloth of Renata's panties, I noticed that like the old saying, my toes had curled under sometime during my orgasm. And I heard the strained voice of my young partner moan out "oh Mr. Mason, look what you did. ohhh Mr. Mason you're so naughty". When finally I finished getting off from watching Renata pound her pussy and my lust clouded brain allowed me to see again I saw that Renata had buried her sex toy as far into her sloppy wet hole as it would go and she was churning it around like a spoon in a cook pot. "Urrrrrrrr... Mr. Mason, show it to me, pleeeeeeze". Renata was grinding her vibrator into herself with one hand and fondling one of her breasts with the other. While stretching and twisting her own nipple she moaned, "show me your cum Mr. Mason, I want to seeee it". I turned her pretty green panties over to reveal a considerable puddle of cum spread all over them. At the same moment she saw my puddle of cock milk she twisted the knob on the vibrator and for a split second I could hear it hum but them all sound in the room was drowned out by Renata's wailing orgasm. The explosion of her orgasm made Renata lift her ass off the bed and strength of her orgasm made it stay that way, arched above the bed as her body was jolted continuously while she was at height of her sexual summit. And I could also see, that like mine her toes curled under involuntarily as her body lost control to sexual satisfaction. With in minutes both of us were sprawled at our respective ends of the bed, we were both spent and breathing heavy, but one of us still wanted more. Renata was already missing the feeling of the pleasurable explosions that accompanied sexual gratification, self inflicted or otherwise. Renata pulled the vibrator from her cum soaked pussy and tossed it on to the floor. Renata moved toward me, supporting herself on her hands and feet Renata did an incredibly seductive crab walk for the short length of the bed and after straddling me and setting herself down in my lap she locked her arms tight around my neck without preamble or fore play of any kind Renata locked her mouth to mine and tried to devour my tongue, she sucked it out of my mouth and into hers. She raked my tongue lightly with her teeth as she pumped it and out between her lips. A Weekend With Renata-Saturday Morn Our lips parted with a loud gasp and Renata said breathlessly "are you hungry Mr. Mason?" I wasn't sure what she meant by the question and as usual I didn't reply immediately, which let Renata continue. "Eat me Mr. Mason, please". Renata's voice sounded so desperate as she continued, "I want to feel your tongue on me Mr. Mason." Renata was on her knees straddling me and while we were kissing my arms had embraced her but now my hands hand dropped to her butt and I was squeezing her ass in my hands. One of her sweet cheeks in each of my hands. I started to lift her by the grip I had on her ass and her legs assisted. As she was standing she dragged her breast across my face and I altered the pressure on her backside from a lift to a pull and stopped her upward movement so her nipple was right in front of my mouth. My lips parted and I extended my tongue. The tip of my tongue brushed the tip of her already stiff nipples that had hardened while she was banging herself with the vibrator. Renata whimpered and kissed the top of my baldhead as I tongued her chest bud as tenderly as I could. She rested her head on mine as my tongue lapped Renata's tiny pink areola and brushed the sides of her darker pink and very erect nipple. I kissed the nipple I had been teasing with my tongue and this brought a little whimper from the lips of my sweet young thing. Renata was experiencing conflicting sensations because while I was so affectionately kissing and teasing her stiff but delicate nipple my fingers were violently burying themselves into the cheeks of her ass and I wondered if sounds coming from my sweet young Renata were motivated by pleasure or discomfort. I was enjoying Renata's chest and the diminutive, but firm teenage breasts that dangled from it, but as usual my young partner knew what she wanted and was impatient to get it. She continued to stand and I gave Renata's ripe little nipple a parting kiss holding it as long as I could until her movement pulled it from my mouth. I kissed her tummy and belly button as they moved past and lastly caressed her baby soft mound with my lips as she slid it up over my uplifted chin. I leaned my head back and supported myself on my arms; I would have been staring at the ceiling except for Renata was straddling my face. Renata had gripped the headboard of the bed with her hands and planted her feet wide so she was presenting me with her sex drenched crotch. She was longing for me to feed on her even more than I desired to. "Eat me Mr. Mason" Renata pleaded. There was no sparkle to her voice, no playing the young girl, her voice was throaty and I could hear the craving in it. "EAT ME!!! Mr. Mason, oh god eat me", I could hear the hunger burning in Renata's voice as my tongue reached out to touch the sweet young flesh between her legs. The tip of my tongue touched deep in her crotch almost back to the crack of her tight sweet ass. Straining to extend my tongue as far as it would go I dragged it forward parting the wet delicate lips of her pussy, lapping up the desire that leaked from those lips that were plump with arousal, and then quickly dragging it across her engorged orgasmic pearl and finally to the babies bottom smooth skin of her bald mound. Renata loosed a guttural sound of greedy hunger which lasted as long as the stroke of my tongue to signify that her need had at least started to be quenched. I heard the words "awww yaaa Mr. Mason lick me just like that". And I did, back to front and front to back, I stroked Renata's crotch with my tongue like a painter would slap color on the side of a house with a paintbrush. In spite of Renata's demand that I eat her she didn't seem to mind that I was licking her instead of eating her. My tongue passed up by her pussy on one side. "Oh ya Mr. Mason" And back down on the other side. "Keep doing it" Up over one moist puffy pussy lip. "Just liiiike" Back over the other one. "Thaaaaat" Up, passing through her sodden slit, my tongue was smearing Renata's arousal over the skin of her naked mound. "ohhhhh g-g-g-od" Back down between Renata's luscious lips painting her crotch with another coat of creamy excitement. "thaaaaatsssss" Another swipe up Renata's wet crotch with a quick pause to press her terribly swollen clit. "sooooooooooo" Returning back through I let my teeth drag lightly over the puffed lips of Renata's sweet young pussy. "GOOD!!!" The space between Renata's legs became a highway of lechery and my tongue was the traffic, driving over and over her wet roads. All that my eyes could take in was some of my favorite parts of Renata's body flashing by. All that my nose could detect was the sweet musky aroma of woman sexually aroused and my tongue was covered with the exquisite taste that went with the intoxicating bouquet. Renata had been standing still over me, her hands braced on the headboard and her feet spread wide to either side of me, but suddenly she started moving her hips and pressing down harder on my face. Renata started slowly and wasn't pressing very hard, just rubbing her pussy over my face and outstretched tongue, she would stop and loiter and I assumed that was my cue to lick her right in that spot, which of course I did, but then she would start moving again. The longer she pumped the harder she pushed and before long I pulled my tongue back in my mouth before I accidentally bit it off. Renata was just using my face as something to rub her crotch against, as just something to masturbate against. Every thrust forward of her hips shoved her pussy across my face, over my chin, nose and forehead and then Renata would haul her hips back towing her pussy back across my face as she did. There was nothing I was able to do other than stay where I was and let Renata use me, or at least my face. It didn't take too long with Renata pumping her hips and grinding her crotch into face before she brought herself to yet another state of maximum prurience. Throwing her head back she cried out "oh god... Oh god... OH GOD!!!. The closer Renata got to cumming the wetter her pussy got and the wetter my face got as she ground her crotch into my face. "I'm gonna cum Mr. Mason... I'm gonna CUM!!!" I braced myself as Renata pushed even harder against me and started squeezing her legs together on my head as she lost control of her body to her orgasm. "AH AH UH", her breath came louder and shallower as Renata bucked her hips, crushing her crotch against my face and my ears between her closing thighs. Breaths changed to grunts, grunts to gasps and pants. The bucking of Renata's hips transformed into a lurching and twisting of her entire body as she surrendered herself to another orgasm. The milk of Renata's orgasm sluiced from between the lips of her pussy and discharged all over my face. Then Renata's knees buckled again and she collapsed, her body slid down the front of mine until her arms caught around my neck and her head rested on my chest. Renata clung to me, she was gasping for air while her body was still wracked with tremors caused by the last waves of her climax. I have to say that I was learning to like holding this sweet young lady in my arms while her body heaved and she gasped for breath while she quivered and recovered from her powerful orgasms. Renata was still clinging to me, nuzzling her head against my chest, arms clinched around my neck as she said, "Why am I being so naughty Mr. Mason, I want to be a good girl, but I keep letting you do such naughty things to me". 'Do such naughty things to her' I thought to myself. What does she think she was doing, she just about snapped my neck by grinding her crotch into my face and she says I do naughty things to her... "I don't know baby, you really are such a good girl, I know I shouldn't do all these naughty thing with you, but I can't help myself Renata, you're so pretty and sweet and sexy that I just cant keep my hands off you". I was still supporting myself on my arms and they were just about ready to give out so I had to ask Renata to let go long enough for me to lie down. After I got positioned on my back Renata crawled on top of me lying on her stomach. We pulled the thick comforter over us and she rested her head on my chest. Before long Renata was napping on top of me, cumming over and over again must be hard work I thought to myself as my own eyes started to close. I was chuckling silently to myself because I knew that making Renata cum wasn't hard work at all. To be continued in.... A Weekend With Renata - Saturday Afternoon