Author: Dayvid Notellin ([email protected])
Title: Andi 3 � The Dare
Part: Chapter 3
Summary: Andi goes on a fact-finding
mission with a competent guide � lol.
Keywords: Mf, Mg, bi, cons exhib, voy,
ped, preteen, pt, teen, mast
Date: 07/03/2016
Note: Age is not specified, so read as
"f" or "g", according to your tastes.
[ Assumes you've read the story thus far. If
not, things might be a little confusing. Or maybe not! ]
Andi rolled over. And back. It must be
morning by now! She sat up and looked at the clock. 2AM? Jeez, this night was never
going to end!
Kellie and Debbie lay together, spooning.
Apparently their earlier play had given Debbie the idea that it was okay to be
more physical with Kellie now. Not that the girls hadn't spooned together many
times before, but tonight Debbie hadn't even hesitated to wrap herself around
Kellie from behind, slipping one hand around to hold her chest. And Kellie
didn't seem to mind it.
A part of Andi resented that, though she knew
quite well that they'd expected her to spoon too, either in front of Kellie or
behind Debbie. She even realized that their own feelings might have been a
little wounded when she'd elected to sleep apart from them. But she explained that
she wasn't rejecting them, she just felt hot and needed room. So she'd moved
over to the far side of the bed as they all settled in for sleep.
But that had been hours ago, and sleep
hadn't come. She wasn't wired, she was relaxed. In fact, she felt amazingly
relaxed. But where their climaxes had relaxed the other girls into a drowsy
state that sent them into slumber quickly, sleep had eluded Andi. And she knew
why.
Feel free to wake me up,
he'd said. The words rolled around in her head, knocking away even the thought
of sleep. If you want to show me more, feel free to wake me up!
She wanted to. Oh how she wanted to.
The way he'd looked at her had made her feel so special. So grown-up. So beautiful.
He'd even said she was beautiful. Several times!
But she knew it was more than that. He wanted
to see her naked. He wanted see her naked and... Well she wasn't sure
what else, but she knew it was something really, really naughty! And
that naughty feeling was making her na-na itch and twitch whenever her thoughts
even approached it.
She fantasized about it. About undressing for
him. About letting him see her. Really see her. Maybe even see her as
much as Kellie had let Andi and Debbie see her tonight! No, she couldn't just
spread herself open like that! Not even in front of her besties - now way not
in front of a man! And yet, the idea persisted. Nagging. No, more like begging
her to change her mind.
And dang Kellie! She was at least as
much of a show-off as Andi herself! She actually let her daddy see her
in just panties! And she said she done it plenty of times! And he... he must like
looking at his daughter almost naked! Well no surprise, Kellie had more chest
development than Andi had - discounting the nipples of course.
Part of her burned with a sort of jealousy.
She should just go show Kellie's father everything! That would show
Kellie! Trick her like that - how rude! She giggled. That expression was so
old! But still... If she showed him everything... She couldn't tell Kellie, but
she'd still know she won that contest! Her father would see her
pussy before he ever saw his daughter's!
The illogic wasn't lost on her. She knew
full-well that he'd changed her as a baby and bathed her as a child. But that
was different. They were big girls now. Men aren't supposed to see big girls
naked. It made them "horny" and gave them "erections". She
wasn't exactly sure what that was, though she had a pretty fair idea. Still,
there's a difference between theory and practice. She wondered if he got
erection earlier, when he was looking at her body that way. She hoped
so, then berated herself for having such a horrible thought, then smiled at
herself for berating herself. Of course he probably did! He'd said she
was "hot" and "sexy" and "beautiful". Didn't men
get erection when they saw girls like that? So if he saw her that way, he
probably got erection.
With a sudden surge of heat between her legs,
the thought came to her. I wonder if he played with himself because I made
him an erection? She knew that boys did it just like girls - well,
different than girls, but still. She'd played with herself after their
encounter - did he?
The idea ate at her. She had to know! She
fought it for as long as she could - about ten minutes which, alone in the dark
in the middle of the night, really is an eternity. But finally she realized the
futility of her fight. She could just ask. That was it. She'd go and
wake him, and ask, and then come back in to bed.
As young and inexperienced as she was, even
Andi didn't really believe her own line of bullshit. It was just a flimsy
justification to do what she knew she was going to do anyway. If it wasn't for
this excuse, she'd just invent some other. So she didn't ponder it any longer.
Slow and careful, she slid off the edge of the bed and quietly eased out the
door, avoiding the squeaking board and pulling it completely closed.
The odyssey down the thirty feet of hallway
took several long centuries, and was peppered with all manner of bogeymen and
the like. At least four times she was certain she heard Kellie's door
click open, and another dozen times she turned around to go back certain that
her waking him up in the middle of the night viewed upon by the grownup as some
childish shenanigans. Many times she doubted the look she'd seen in his eyes,
certain that her tiny body could never actually appeal to a grown man. It was
really only the threat of never knowing that forced her to finally slip
into his bedroom.
To her huge relief and horror, the second she
clicked the door closed, his soft voice sounded in the darkness. "Thank
God, I thought you'd never get here!"
Was he talking to her? Maybe he was
having a dream? And yet, as much as the doubts tried to re-assert themselves,
somehow she knew, simply knew, that he was not only talking to her -
he'd been waiting for her!
"Watch out for the..." The warning
came too late, and Andi cried out in pain as - in the unerring aim of toes in
dare places everywhere, hers found the edge of the dresser.
"Ow!" she yipped, the sound echoing
in the stillness of the night. But before she could even react, the light on
the nightstand came on and he was out of bed, beside her, scooping her up and
setting her on the edge of the bed, his face full of concern.
"Let me see it Andi," he said in
that soft, soothing voice every parent learns to soothe their child when
mishaps happened. His hands were huge and warm, taking her foot and guiding it
to the light, bending down to examine the injury closely.
It'd only been a bump though, more surprise
than pain causing the sharp "Ow", and she felt chagrin at having made
any sound at all. After confirming this fact, he grinned at her sheepishly.
"I'm sorry honey, I should have left a night-light on or something. My
bad. I just had... other things on my mind."
The way he grinned. The way he was looking at
her. It left no doubt. She was what had been on his mind. She blushed,
giggled, squirmed. She'd never felt so much raw attention on her before.
His eyes were huge, beautiful, deep, swallowing her whole and yet comforting,
supportive, and most of all, attentive.
Without breaking eye contact, he bent down
while lifting the foot, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her big toe.
She'd never known the tip of her toe was so sensitive! But she could feel
the softness of his lips. The warmth of his breath. It felt... it felt like
every bit of her was in her big toe, feeling that kiss!
"All better now," he grinned, the
familiarity of the ritual breaking her out of the trance. "Uh huh,"
she nodded, coming back to herself with wonder. What the hell was wrong with
her? She felt like she was drifting in and out of a dream. "Thank you
Mister Brown," she said politely.
"Good," he said, rising and sitting
on the bed beside her. The bed sank under his weight, tilting her toward him,
and as she leaned against him, she realized just how big he was. Of
course, he'd always been that big. It was just... different now
somehow, with him so close, and them so alone, and her so... so not naked, but
somehow feeling way more naked with him now than the time she'd had to
borrow Debbie's bikini at her pool party. Andi's mother was quite firm about
girls her age wearing two-piece suits, but this had been an emergency. Debbie's
mom was far more lenient about such things, and even though it wasn't too
skimpy, Andi had felt nearly naked among all the strangers.
She felt nakeder now. Way nakeder. And yet,
also way more safe. She knew Kellie's father. He'd been part of her life
forever. And he'd never hurt her or harm her in any way. He was also an adult.
Safe. Patient. Too damned patient! They sat together, sides touching for
what felt like forever, and he didn't make a move. Didn't say a word. Just sat,
waiting for her to... to what? What was she supposed to do? Did she have to do everything?
As if reading her mind (and maybe he was?) he
cleared his throat. "So, uh, Andi? Couldn't sleep?"
"Nuh uh," she said, then promptly
ran out of words, though she hadn't actually used any.
He wasn't put off at all. "Something on
your mind, eh?" It was a question, but thankfully, he didn't wait for a
reply. "I know how you feel. I couldn't sleep either. My mind's been
zooming around the inside of my skull at a hundred miles an hour!"
"I know, right?" she exploded, then
covered her mouth with one hand. The relief had been so great, and she
hadn't even known she'd wanted the affirmation.
He chuckled, affirming the affirmation.
"Well thank God I'm not the only one who's all mixed up about this... this
thing! I was so sure it was just me, and that you'd just gone to bed, totally
forgot about it like it hadn't meant anything to you. You too?"
"Me totally too!" she said,
then giggled at her horrid grammar, but he just grinned and wrapped one huge
arm around her. It wasn't a come-on; it was a comforting hug. A show of
camaraderie. A bonding.
He didn't wait so long this time. "So I
guess this means you want to show off for me as much as I want to see
you?"
Her heart leapt into her throat and she
couldn't speak. But she could nod, and she did. She did want him to see
her. She wanted to show off for him. She wanted him to see her as a woman - and
he wanted that too, she knew it!
Kids are often better at "taking the
bull by the horns" than adults are, and this was one such instance. Andi
slid off the bed, turning to face him. He had a look of delight on his face, as
if he was about to get the best dessert ever served and she grinned. It was
somehow easier now, as if she'd made a decision, had it ratified, and now action
was the word. She looked down at the neatly-tied bow on her nightie and reached
for it - then stopped, a wicked grin on her face.
She didn't know why, but she knew that
it would be awesome to untie it - but that it'd be awesome times awesome if she
could get him to untie it. She stepped closer, almost touching his knees
as he sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up at him with those huge eyes
that always got her an ice cream from her father when they went shopping.
He looked down at the cute face, recognizing
both the look and the intent. She wanted him to participate as a means
of making this a "team effort". The trouble was that it was a line that
could never be un-crossed. Up to now, he could always pretend that he was an
inactive participant. An innocent bystander. Not truly guilty of any
wrongdoing.
She'd leaped. How could he do less? With
slightly trembling fingers, he took one end of the tie string between his thumb
and forefinger, and pulled gently down. The bow came away easily and her
nightie fell open, exposing more of her chest. It was a tantalizing glimpse. If
she leaned forward - or he did - he might get a glimpse of nipple. And her
nipples seemed to be growing even as he watched, pressing outward, making twin
peaks in the thin fabric of the nightie.
She smiled. He smiled. Then on sudden
impulse, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I can't be sure honey,
but I think you're even prettier without the makeup than you are with it
on. It makes you look older, but hides some of your beauty."
She looked up at him, surprised. He liked
her looking younger? Well no, that wasn't what he said. It was more like, he
thought she was pretty and just didn't care how old she looked. The
thought made her smile again. Somehow it was okay that she was so young.
He didn't care! He just thought she was pretty!
The time at the mall hadn't been wasted. She
actually did know a thing or two about "showing off". She knew
that too much too soon wasn't as effective as deliberate, repeatedly startling
reveals were. So she didn't just slip her nightie off and let him look to his
heart's content, though part of her wanted to do exactly that. Instead she
giggled cutely, then danced back a bit, out of his reach, but giving him a
better over-all look.
She slid her hands over the nightie, drawing
the thin fabric taut against her, and especially over her nipples, drawing
attention to their stiffness. Sometimes she hated how poke-outy they were, but
she knew quite well how they drew the eyes of people whenever she was
incautious and wore to thin a sweater without a bra to hide them. They were a
constant source of disagreement between her and her mother. She thought her
father would side with her, except that then he'd never get a moment's peace.
Sliding her hands along her sides, she
gripped the fabric. Slowly she drew it upward, raising the hemline of the
nightie, pulling his eyes down to her legs. The nightie was thin enough that he
had to know she was wearing panties now, but that didn't seem to detract from
his fascination of her slow reveal. She only wished she'd worn something
more... well, less childish. She had a couple pair that could almost
pass for grown-up panties, or at least athletics. But tonight she'd worn a pair
that had stupid cartoon animals on them.
So on instinct, she took it the other
direction. Just as the panties came into view. She spoke in a voice that simply
reeked of "little girl" baby-talk, even lisping a bit.
"Mither Bwown, do you like my lil' pannies?" as she sped up the
reveal, bringing the hemline up to her belly-button.
For a moment she thought she'd misjudged.
Maybe the age thing was more important than she'd thought. His eyes grew wide,
and his cheeks flushed - heck, half his body flushed! He coughed, trying
to speak, but when he did, she felt a million times better. "Oh
sweetie," he said slowly, deliberately, emphasizing every syllable.
"I. Have. Never. Seen. Panties. I. Loved. More." He shivered, shook
his head, and looked at her with a quizzical grin. "I hope you're happy,
you brat. You totally caught me off-guard!"
Andi wasn't quite sure what he meant, only
that her idea had been a huge success, and it filled her with a sense of warmth
and triumph. She totally made a grownup react! Then she followed his
eyes down... down to his lap... and her jaw dropped. His pajamas were tenting.
It was like there was some sort of... animal in there or something.
Something that was struggling to stand up. It twitched. It bobbed. It rose
higher, pressing against the fabric which strove to contain and restrain it.
She knew essentially what a penis was - had
even seen drawings and a few poor-quality pictures. One of the boys in school
had even gotten busted showing his penis to girl, and she'd seen it before they
carted him off. But this was - another beast entirely. If that boy's penis had
been a lizard, Mr. Brown apparently had Godzilla between his legs! It just
kept... growing!
Andi couldn't seem to look away. And Kellie's
father couldn't look away from the look on her face as she stared at his
swelling pride, her hands still lifting her nightie to show off her cute little
panties. Her nipples were simply huge, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed,
and although the look on her face was one of astonishment, there was something
else there as well. Something that might very well be... barely-contained
eagerness perhaps? No, surely not. But maybe.
After a while, he spoke up. "Uh, sorry
Andi. I hope it didn't shock you."
She looked up at him. Then back down at it.
Then back up at him. "Holy cow! Is that...?"
He nodded.
"Jeez..." she said, her eyes
falling back to the still-twitching member which had finally achieved near-full
stature.
Chuckling, he commented, "Andi dear, you
have no idea how complimentary you are being now. But I'll tell you
want. If you can act that enraptured every time a man shows you his penis, you
can pick any man in the world and totally own him."
That brought her out of it, though she
continued glancing down from time to time. She suddenly remembered her hands.
"So I guess that means you do like my pannies?" she asked
demurely, batting her eyes.
"Oh hells to the yes!" he
agreed, making her grin once more. "Especially that little bit!"
"Huh?" she asked, looking down to
see what he was talking about. They were just panties, no one little bit was
noticeably different from any other little bit.
"Lower down honey. That little bit
there, where it's wet. You must be a very horny girl!" he smiled.
Andi felt like she was going to die of
embarrassment. She'd not only got wet from showing herself to him, but he'd seen
her wetness! He'd probably be all turned off and grossed out now. She dropped
the nightie hurriedly to cover up her shame and started to turn away.
"Halt!" he said in a commanding
tone. She froze.
"Obviously you've mistaken something
Andie, and it's important that we get this clear."
She turned back, looking at him, her face the
very picture of shame and misery. Surely he was going to tell her how horrid
she was now!
"Sweetie," he said, his voice
softening as she slid off the bed onto his knees before her. "No, no,
hands down. Let me show you something." She'd been trying to stop him as
he reached for the hem of her nightie, but desisted at his command. He lifted
the hem once more, bending down to get a close look at her panties, especially
the wet part.
With a voice full of triumph, he announced,
"I was right. That's not pee. You have nothing to be ashamed of
honey. That wetness is a normal, healthy woman's reaction when she's aroused!
You should be proud of it honey! While there are a small number of men
who don't get it, the vast majority consider a girl getting wet for him to be
about the highest compliment you can give him. It means that you're not lying
about liking him. Your body can't lie like that. If you're wet, it's because
you're horny. And any man who makes such a pretty, sexy girl like you horny -
well that's a guy who's gotta be pretty damned pleased with himself!"
She still looked a little doubtful, so he
tried another tack. "Look at it this way sweetie. Did you like seeing the
way you made me so hard - I mean, how looking at you made my cock grow up so
big?" She blushed at the naughty word, but nodded, so he went on.
"And you liked that because..."
She was a pretty bright girl, and caught on
fairly quickly. She hesitated, but finally squeaked out, "Because I know
for sure it means you like me?"
He nodded. "Same-same honey-bunny. I
like you. You turn me on. You make me horny. My cock gets hard. And you like
that. So why is it different that if I turn you on, and you get wet, why would
I not like that?"
She wended her way through the statement,
arriving at the end with a smile. With a sigh of relief, she lunged forward and
hugged him tight. His arms wrapped around her little body automatically, his
hands patting her back in the soothing manner of a parent comforting his child.
He'd have been happy to continue that for some time if it wasn't for the fact
that his rock-hard member was poking against her.
She moved back, giggling. "It's really
hard, isn't it?"
"It is darlin', he affirmed. It truly
is. All your fault!" he added, tapping the tip of her nose with one
finger, making her giggle again. "Uh, don't freak out, but I need to...
reposition it. It kinda hurts when the fabric keeps trying to bend it down like
this." His hand disappeared beneath his waistband, and when it withdrew,
his cock was pressing upward against his stomach instead of tenting his pants.
She looked disappointed. "Did it go
down?" she asked.
"No, no. Not at all honey. See? Here it
is." He pulled the fabric back so she could see the mammoth member
standing up beneath. He'd had to tug them up to keep the tip from popping out
of his waistband. "I just moved it so it's not being bent."
That was good enough for Andi, and when he
sat back on the edge of the bed, she smiled. "Wanna see some more?"
"Oh, indeed I do baby!" he said,
grinning. He had that hungry look again.
"Don't call me baby!" she said
hotly, then burst into laughter as she started to explain that he wasn't
calling her "a" baby. "I'm just teasin'," she laughed. She
felt so good after her scare. Liberated. It her wetness was... what did he say?
A normal reaction of a healthy woman. A woman. Men often called woman
"baby" and meant it as a compliment. But she'd been unable to resist
the temptation to get a rise out of him.
He rewarded her cleverness with the scowl you
give a friend who'd successfully played a trick on you. Nonchalantly he tugged
the waistband upward. Every movement made his cock strive to push upward to
freedom, and damn if he was going to expose himself to a little girl! Like her,
he was self-honest enough to recognize that for the self-deluding bullshit it
was, but it helped ease his aching conscious.
Andi smiled, twirled, her hems flying up to
expose her panties from every angle. She really was a delightfully sexy little
thing, with the butt of an eight-year-old-boy, as his father used to say. She
might not have much in the way of "curves" yet, but she definitely
had it going on in the legs, face, and most of all, personality departments.
She obviously enjoyed teasing and showing off, and that would take her far even
if she never really got "curvy".
She stopped twirling and faced him, thinking
how to tease him next. "Wanna see my chest?" she finally asked,
point-blank.
"Very much!" he enthused.
Andi giggled. "Not yet!" making him
frown once more, this time with the additional emphasis of sticking his tongue
out. "You're a tease!" he accused, though it was actually a
compliment, and one she accepted readily enough
"I know," she said as if suddenly
inspired. She slipped her hands under her nightie and slide her panties down
and off, twirling them on one finger, apparently thinking that's how a stripper
would do it. It was cute, but then she looked around for where to put them. She
was about to drop them on the floor, when he interrupted.
"No, no! Here honey!" He held his
hands up as if to catch.
Laughing, she flung them at him, then stood
watching puzzled as he caught them and pressed them to his nose. "Um...
ewww?" she said disapprovingly.
"Oh, God no honey! You smell divine!"
At her uncertain look he leaned forward and whispered, "That means you
smell really good. Divine is like, stuff from Heaven. Like angels." He
inhaled again. "Your pussy smells divine!" He licked the wet spot and
clearly expecting a shocked reaction, winked and said, "And you tastes
goodly too!"
But she wasn't shocked, which surprised him,
not knowing she'd seen one of her friends tasting another of her friend's
juices not so many hours before. It still seemed odd, weird even, but not
shocking. So he tried again. "I bet your pussy would taste amazing to lick!"
Once again this failed to shock the girl.
Debbie had implied earlier that she'd like to do that, and anyway, Andi had
heard of that sort of thing before, though she'd never had anyone say it to her
in that way. Still, while not shocked, it did make her uncomfortable. The way
she'd been dripping into the bowl earlier came to mind. She thought that might
be more "juice" than a "normal, healthy woman" might make,
and she didn't want to gross out her audience, even though she could feel those
juices making her wetter and wetter as their game of "show me"
continued.
So instead, she took the offensive.
Shrugging, she said, "Might like that!" then turned around
before he could answer. Then before he could say anything more, she flipped her
nightie up to give him a full-moon view of her ass, looking back over one
shoulder and winking lewdly.
He applauded. "Very nice Andi. Your
behind is as gorgeous as every other part I've seen! Simply spectacular!"
He stopped. "What?"
She was looking at him in that "What the
hell way that kids do when they see something unexpected. Specifically,
she was looking at his cock - or the outline of it. He glanced down, then back
up, grinning.
"Oh! I guess you thought I came. No
honey - not yet anyway. That's just precum."
She turned around, stepping closer, looking
directly at his cock outline, and more specifically at the dark wet spot where
the tip was.
"Ah, so you didn't know that, just like
women, men also get wet when we get really horny? Of course, since we're built
different, it comes out differently. But it serves the same purpose. It makes
it easier to fuck."
Andi looked up, slightly outraged at this
man, whom she knew to be a perfect gentleman, using that word in front of her.
It wasn't that she hadn't heard it a million times, it was that she didn't hear
it said to her by one of her parental figures. He might not be her
parent, but he stood in whenever she was at Kellie's.
But how would wet make it easier? He saw the
question in her eyes and fell into "teaching" mode, just like when
Kellie asked him something. "I guess you're wondering how it helps? Well,
you do know that the whole idea of fucking is to fit the man's cock into
the woman's pussy and slide it in and out to make both of them feel really
good, right?" It wasn't the explanation she was used to, but it seemed
legit enough. She nodded. "Well then surely you can appreciate how having
that hole coated with something slippery would help a lot. You've tried to put
your finger in your pussy when it wasn't wet?" Again the nod, though with
red cheeks. She'd never admitted that to a grownup before.
But she was getting the idea. It was like
Debbie and Kellie earlier. Kellie had been really wet, and Debbie had managed
to fit three fingers inside her! "So my... uh wetness. That makes
it slippery inside me, and your..."
"Precum," he supplied.
"Your precum makes your thing-"
"Cock." He corrected.
She hesitated, blushed, went on. "Your
precum makes your cock slippery on the outside. So together you can get
something that big inside?"
"You got it!" he said proudly.
Andi looked doubtful. "Must be really
slippery! I can't imagine something that big inside me!"
Kellie's father laughed. "Of course not
honey! Of course not! Women, like men, get bigger when they get older! That
includes your pussy honey."
Andi wasn't buying it. "No way my
p-", she fought past her reluctance to say the word to an adult, "No
way my pussy will ever get that big!" She sounded
disappointed.
"Of course not honey," he said.
"Don't worry. Women are amazing critters! You know that babies come
out of there, right? Well this is a lot smaller than a baby! The truth is that
a pussy can stretch and shrink to an amazing degree. Trust me, when you're
ready, this will fit just fine. Heck, it's not even all that huge, by adult
standards." He shrugged. "Just a little over average size
really."
But Andi had no opinion - she was too
distracted by what he'd said to comment. When you're ready, this WILL fit
just fine he'd said. A shudder ran through her as she realized that she
really, really wanted that to happen some day! She wanted Mr. Brown -
the father of one of her best friends - to... to fuck her! She felt like
she was on fire between her legs, as if her pussy was already trying to
get ready for it.
Of its own volition, her hand slid between
her legs. As expected, she was soaked down there. She couldn't let Mr.
Brown see her like that! But she so much wanted to show him her pussy!
And he wanted to see it to - of that she was certain. She just knew that
letting him see it would be... amazing somehow.
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm
drawing it out from between her legs. "No, no sweetie," he chided
gently. If I don't get to play with myself, you don't get to play with yourself
either. That would be totally unfair, don't you think?"
"But... I wasn't..." she started to
explain, but the look on his face told her he wouldn't understand. He
thought she was rubbing herself! And the evidence was on his side! Just as she
expected, he took her wrist in his huge paw and brought it up between them.
"Just as I thought. Soaked. Now what
exactly were you going to claim you weren't doing?"
As much as he said wetness was good,
she knew he'd meant normal amounts. Her hand was drenched, and it was
natural to assume she'd had her fingers inside. But she hadn't. She'd
barely even cupped it to check! But how could she even begin to explain
that with her hand so obviously soaked?
Worst of all was that that one little cupping
had only served to make her tingle and itch down there a hundred times worse.
She tried squeezing her legs together, but even that only seemed to enflame her
further. It was like she was so swollen down there that squeezing was like
rubbing!
Then he did something completely
unexpected. Taking her hand, he brought it up to his mouth, and licked. Making
a sound like a purring bear, he opened wide and sucked all four fingers into
his mouth!
It felt weird! Warm and wet and his
tongue was everywhere licking as he sucked, drawing her hand even
deeper, as if he was intent on eating her arm. Except that he wasn't chewing,
of course. She could feel his teeth, but they weren't being used.
Finally, he let her loose, and she wiped her wet hand on her nightie.
"Sorry sugar-butt. But I gotta tell you,
your pussy tastes absolutely wonderful."
"Uhhh... thanks?" she said
uncertainly. She knew he meant it as a compliment, only it still seemed weird,
licking her hand like that. Never mind that Debbie had done exactly that to
herself. Wait a minute, Debbie had done exactly that! And then Kellie
had done it with one finger...
She was pondering this when he interrupted.
"You've never... You've never tasted your juices before, have you little
one?"
What a stupid question! What kind of girl
tastes herself like that? She almost got mad before she remembered that Kellie
had done that very thing. "Uh, no," she said lamely. "I didn't
know... uh... didn't know people did that."
He nodded sagely. "Well now you know
hon. Not just girls. Men do to. Practically everyone does at some point, and
many continue to do so throughout their life, if they like the taste."
"No way!" she accused. "Now I know
you're lying! A boy tasting his... sperms? That would be completely
gay!"
He frowned. "Well first of all, I have
some gay friends, so please don't say gay like it's a bad thing. Second,
gay means you like partners of the same sex, not that you like yourself.
If it were otherwise, then everyone who masturbated would be gay. And third,
I'm not gay, and I have no problem with tasting my own juices. So neener
neener!"
"Sorry," she said, meaning it. She
hadn't meant it disparagingly. It was just part of the lingo at school that
she'd picked up without thinking. She could see how it was wrong though, and
promised herself to stop using it that way. But more importantly, Kelly's
father tasted his own juices? No way!
"No way I'm gonna believe you taste your
own juice though!"
"Tell ya what kiddo. I'll prove it right
here and now. And then, if you want to do likewise, I encourage - but don't
insist - that you do likewise. Fair enough?"
Andi nodded uncertainly.
"Good girl. Now watch." He reached
down, and she thought for a moment that she was finally going to get to
see it, but was disappointed when he loved a finger behind the waistband and
brought it back out wet. It didn't look how she'd heard. It wasn't white
for starters - more like water. But then he popped the finger into his mouth.
"See? I'm not dead, I'm not gay, and even though I don't find my own
juices as delicious as yours, they're not bad."
He waited patiently, watching her. When she
didn't move for a moment, he figured she wasn't going to follow his example.
"Okay sweet stuff. No pressure. Did you want to show me anything
else?"
Did she ever!
She wanted to take her nightie off, but there was no way he could miss how wet
she was if she did that! So she just looked at the floor, miserable in her
uncertainty.
"Andi honey," he said gently,
lifting her chin with one finger. "Do you trust me sweetheart?"
Her heart surged. Of course she
trusted him! How could he even ask? But parents only asked that when they
wanted you to agree to something you didn't want to do, so she was suspicious.
"I... I guess so." she admitted.
"Okay then honey. I'm going to do
something to help you, and I want you to just try to relax and enjoy it,
okay?"
She nodded uncertainly. She knew she
was totally messing this up, and wanted desperately to make it right again, but
had no idea how. Maybe he actually *could" help - somehow.
Getting up, he went into the bathroom for a
moment, then returned with a towel in hand. Kneeling down I front of her, he
brought her into his embrace. It felt wonderful. Warm. She trusted him. Of
course she did. He was the nicest man in the whole world!
And then she felt the towel. He'd placed it
over his forearm, and brought his towel-covered forearm up between her legs,
between her thighs, right up against her pussy! She gasped in shock, then in
pleasure. Then in profound relief. He did understand! He understood that
she was terribly, terribly horny, and also terrified of all the juices!
The towel over his arm solved both problems - she realized immediately
that it solved the wetness problem, and a moment later, when she felt his big,
strong arm pushing upward, pressing against her over-excited pussy, she
realized it solved the second issue when her hips began to buck involuntarily.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she
hung on. Her body was... doing things! She was grinding on the
towel-covered arm, humping it! Her juices made it warm and slippery against her
pussy, and his forearm was the exact right size. It was like when she
was a little girl and her uncle would give her "pony rides" on his
knee - only about a zillion times better!
The stars zoomed out of the skies and into
her brain. Her body caught fire, her skin sizzled. Everywhere she was in
contact with Mr. Brown was pure bliss. Her knees gave out and he held her up,
one arm around her, the other lifting her by the pressure applied between her
legs. The universe exploded, shrank back, exploded again, then did it again and
again in sudden repeated blasts of light and pleasure.
She never really lost consciousness
completely, but she did lose herself, several times. And each time, when she
came back, she was in Mr. Brown's embrace - and then she'd move, her pussy
would grind on the wet, slick towel, and she'd be off for another circuit
around the cosmos.
At some point, sheer exhaustion overcame
youthful energy and she found herself easing down off the highest cloud she'd
ever known, into the loving, gentle arms that held her. Gradually she came to
her senses and found that she was still in Mr. Brown's bedroom. He was still
holding her, though he was no longer applying pleasure to her nethers. Thank
God! She was super-hypersensitive there. She started to worry about the wetness
again, but was simply too exhausted. Fuck it. He knew anyway. There was
no way he couldn't at this point! And the, the dam burst inside her and she
found herself weeping, in huge gasping sobs, into his shoulder.
"There, there," he said, petting
her gently. "It's okay little pumpkin. I know, it was intense, but that's
just because you put it off so long." She tried to talk, to explain, but
all the came out was some blurry croaks. Still, he seemed to understand.
"I meant it honeybun," he said
soothingly. I know it's new and crazy sounding, but some men, like me, really do
love them juices. In fact, the best gift you could ever give me would be to do
exactly what you did on this towel, only on my mouth instead!"
"But that's so..." she sobbed,
"so... gross!" Her head buried in his shoulder again as fresh sobs
tore through her.
"Ah, ma petite," he cooed,
"you do not know how wrong you are. But if you give me a little more time,
we'll correct this misconception of yours. And I dare say, if experience is any
teacher, we may find that your own aversion is, as is often the case, the
mirror of your own love of similar experience."
"Huh?" she said, backing up enough
to look at him while wiping the tears from her eyes with the heel of one hand.
"What's that mean?"
He kissed her nose. "It means darling,
that as much as your juices bother you now, that is how much you will one day
love them - and the juices of others."
"Yuck!" she said, certain he was
wrong. Grownups always thought they knew stuff they didn't.
And yet, the vision of Kellie licking her
finger, of Debbie sucking her fingers, and most of all, the way this very man
licked and sucked the juices from her fingers - it gave her pause. What if she
was wrong? What if all this... this wetness was actually a good thing?
She remembered the way Mr. Brown had tasted
himself. She sighed. Reluctantly, she slipped one hand down. Even with the
towel, she was still wet enough. She brought her finger up, took a breath for
bravery, and slid it cautiously into her mouth.