by Mentor Propodal (Mf, bi, ws)
A free week! I flopped into my desk chair and stared lazily at the computer screen. My wife Cindy was away to Phoenix shopping with her buddies. A bachelor week. No plan to leave the house, no need to dress more than track shorts and a T-shirt. I inhaled the sweet first puff of a cigarette and began to scan the Web. I casually touched my cock and thought about checking out some eye candy.
The doorbell interrupted my surfing.
A young girl stood on the porch. I recognized her as the neighbor girl, one of a pair who had moved in next door. She was a coltish girl with cute little tits and bottom, but long, thin legs and arms. With her pixie cut hair, lovely brown eyes and full lips, she was easy to look at. We’d met the girls at their parent’s welcome party. She was Casey or Monica… which was it? She looked nervous, twisting the bottom of her crop top and shuffling her feet.
“Hi Casey!” I said, smiling.
“Hi Mister Sullivan,” she said. “No, I’m Monica.” She looked embarrassed to correct me.
“Oh, sorry, honey. Monica, of course. Come in?” I stood back to let her enter our living room.
“No. I just came to… .” She stopped, looking worried. “Can I.. we… have a couple of cigarettes?”
She looked so miserable that I reached automatically for my pack in my shorts. “For your Mom?” I asked. I remembered that her folks were smokers.
She looked blank and nodded.
“Sure,” I said. I tapped out a couple of cigarettes and handed them to her. Her big brown eyes fixed hungrily on the pack.
“Thanks,” she mumbled. She took the offering and gave me a cute little smile. She turned to leave and I watched her cute little bottom as she strode down the walk. Eleven or twelve I guessed her age as I found myself perving her cute little body. I seem to get super horny whenever Cindy was away, even when she’d just left. Watching her loose shorts move over her hips, I tried to determine if little Monica was wearing panties, and enjoying the fantasy that she was naked under her shorts.
~~*~~
The second doorbell came 90 minutes later. It was the other daughter.
“Hi Casey!” I beamed. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hi, Mister Sullivan,” she said. She seemed more anxious and nervous than her sister.
“Come in!” I stood back to let her into our home. She stepped in, pausing to remove her flip-flops near the door. I was holding the cigarette I’d been smoking, and she looked at it eagerly. I recognized the signs.
“Do you smoke already, Casey?”
She nodded, looking with bright eyes at my Marlboro. “Monica does too.”
I smiled slowly. “You ‘borrow’ them from your mom and dad, hmmm?”
She nodded again. “They left for the week, and there aren’t any in the house. Can I, um, have one of yours?” she asked.
I nodded and waved her onto the couch next to where I’d seated myself. I shook a cigarette out for her to take. She lit it with the table lighter and inhaled the sweet smoke with obvious relish. She turned her body on the couch to face me, brushing my leg with her bare foot.
“Sorry,” she murmured. I smiled and petted her soft bare foot. She seemed to like that, giving a little smile, but mostly was lost in enjoying the smoke.
“Where’s Missus Sullivan?” she asked.
“She’s also away for the week. In Phoenix,” I explained. I watched as she lay back on the arm of the couch, leaving her foot near my hand and opening her legs some. She smiled lazily as she watched my eyes drawn to the crotch of her shorts. I could see the edge of her pink panties through the loose leg hole and she moved her leg slowly back and forth to hide and expose her underwear. When I looked up, her expression was one of satisfaction and vague lust.
My mind began spinning off into another young girl fantasy. I inspected the little mounds in her T-shirt and imagined how they’d feel. I wondered if the nipples would stiffen if I sucked them. She was more compact and less mature than Monica. Her long blonde hair gave her an Alice-in-Wonderland-look that was very appealing. Would she respond if I played with her body? Moan and arch in response to skillful caresses? The effect of one cute young female in my little universe was awesome.
With some effort, I jerked myself back into reality.
“Which of you is older, Casey? You or your sister?” I asked.
“Oh, we’re not sisters,” she smiled. “People always think we are. We’re cousins. We were adopted by the Kimbels when we were nine. Our parents all died in the same car accident. Now, we’re both 12.”
While she was talking, I began to rub her smooth foot again. I have a thing for girl’s feet, and Casey didn’t seem to mind my fondling hers. I wondered if she’d notice the erection forming in my shorts, but didn’t want to look down to check it. We smoked quietly. I enjoyed the fondling and the sexual teasing of her moving legs. She seemed to love the attention and the smoke.
Casey stubbed out the butt in the ashtray. “Can I take one of these back to Monica?” she asked sweetly. I almost agreed, then thought better of it.
“She can come here to smoke with me if she wants to,” I said.
Casey nodded. “Cool! Do you mind if I come back too?” she asked. She coyly rubbed my foot with her toes.
“That’s fine. But, only one at a time.” I said pointedly. She gave a little smile, nodded, and walked toward the door. I covered her retreating ass with eye kisses. She slipped on her shoes. “Thanks, Mister Sullivan!”
~~~
The doorbell rang 30 minutes later.
“Hi, Monica!” I said, ushering her in.
“Thanks for letting me come over, Mister Sullivan,” she said, slipping her shoes off by the door. She walked over to the couch and waited for me to sit, then took her cousin’s place next to me. I offered her a cigarette, lit it, then lit one for myself.
The little girl inhaled deeply with obvious relish. A happy smile formed on her face as she folded her knee up and rested her foot on my bare leg. I stroked her foot and looked at the pretty young girl.
The girls were obviously related. Monica was a bit taller and thinner. She had a cute, pinched face and full lips. Her breasts were further developed and her bottom nicer and rounder. She seemed more shy, but sexier.
I let my hand stray from her foot up her calf, massaging gently. She watched, biting her lower lip apprehensively.
“Does that feel nice?” I asked, squeezing her leg to emphasize it. Her eyes widened some, but she nodded. I slid closer to her, feeling my hard cock poking in my shorts. Monica opened her legs more, looking worried. I glimpsed her panties: light blue cotton.
My hand slid up the inside of her leg onto her smooth thigh. She felt so good, so vulnerable. She smiled hopefully at me, showing a scared look and wishing my hand into safer territory.
“Casey said Missus Sullivan is in Phoenix,” she said softly.
“Yeah, I’m a bachelor for the week.” My hand moved slowly higher on her thigh. Without looking, she put her hand over mine to keep it from going higher.
She looked at me with a pleading look, then said, “Please!” The fear in her voice was tinged with arousal.
I sighed and let my hand drop to my leg. “Sorry, Monica. I hoped you’d like that too.” I looked away from her, showing my disappointment.
The girl looked miserable and murmured “I know. It makes me worry though.” She took a final puff from her cigarette and swung her legs off the couch. “I better let you get back to your stuff.” I watched her cute ass as she walked across the room to leave. I waved as she said goodbye.
***
Casey rang the doorbell a half hour later. “Hi, Mister Sullivan,” she chirped, slipping off her shoes. Smiling she moved to her seat on the couch. I sat down next to her, closer, moving her bare feet to rest on my leg. I gave us each a cigarette and slid my hand onto her little foot.
“Call me Tim, Casey.”
Casey smiled and scooted her bottom closer, sliding her legs apart. I glanced down to notice that she’d changed into looser shorts. I could plainly see her little panties and a few stray, fine pubic hairs.
The young girl smoked her cigarette contentedly, smiling bemused at my obvious interest in her legs. “Monica is worried that you don’t like her,” she said, looking at me questioningly. She rubbed my leg with her foot.
“She’s OK,” I said. I began rubbing Casey’s thigh watching her face carefully. She smiled and toked her cigarette. “She may be a little too shy to play adult games, though.”
She moved closer, letting my hand slide into her open leg of her shorts. She looked at me meaningfully showing no fear of my closeness to her pantied sex.
“She wants to play,” Casey insisted. “She’s just afraid.”
“And you? Are you afraid?”
She shook her head. “No, Tim,” she said. She inhaled a toke and blew it out softly, seductively in my face. She smiled more, seeming relaxed as my fingers stroked the skin close to her panties. I touched the elastic softly. She snorted softly but relaxed her legs open.
“Do you always wear underpants, Casey?” I asked. I drew my finger along the leg band.
Casey’s nostrils flared from the intimate touch, but she looked at me with a little worry. “Mostly I do. Momma makes us wear them.”
“Well, she’s gone for a while. I never wear them, and it’s nice.” I smiled at her. “You should try it.”
“Sometimes, I don’t wear them to bed. It does feel nice.” She blushed shyly and looked at her foot on my leg. Bravely, she slid the foot into the leg of my shorts and lifted the fabric. She must have seen something that showed her I wore no underpants because she smiled guiltily. She looked up at me. “You never wear them?”
I shook my head. She finished her cigarette and slipped off the couch. She looked confused as she stood next to me. “Give Monica another chance, Tim. I’ll have a talk with her.”
She seemed so grownup and sensible that I found myself nodding agreement. “Sure.”
She walked to the door with a nice saunter, slipped on her shoes, waved goodbye and was gone.
***
An hour later, Casey was back. I welcomed her in and we flopped onto the couch to smoke.
“Where’s Monica?” I asked, fondling her bare foot on my leg.
Casey rolled her eyes and told me her cousin had decided not to mooch any more cigarettes. She felt bad about begging for them, and worried about what she might do.
“She shouldn’t worry. I’ll never hurt her,” I said, puzzled.
Casey gave a little snort. “She likes getting hurt. Mom and Dad had to stop spanking her.”
“She likes spankings?” I asked.
Casey nodded. “Even on her bare bottom with a hairbrush. She would fight Daddy and bite him just to get harder ones. Doctor Anderson told Daddy not to spank her, to use other things.” She smiled crookedly, “I still hate spankings, so I still get them.”
I was already stroking my way up Casey’s nice leg, noticing that she was sitting a bit closer each time she visited. As I peeked for my panty show, I noticed she’d changed back into the tighter shorts. I could see a bit up her leg, but not to her panties. Her leg moved nervously side to side. I angled my head to peer down her thigh, seeing her reason for modesty: no panties!
The girl was watching my face and blushed at my pleased smile. “It is nicer without them,” she murmured, avoiding looking into my eyes. “You must never tell Momma about this!”
Smiling and shaking my head. “Never!” I said. She smoked happily as my hand slid up her thigh and into the leg of her shorts, stroking and massaging. The cut of the shorts made further movement impossible, but as I pulled my hand out, the tunnel it had formed in them allowed me to see her furry little sex. She watched my face steadily, holding a lung full of smoke as I stared between her legs. She giggled when I looked up at her and smiled. The smoke shot out and she began to cough. We both started laughing.
I fondled her pretty foot and could not stop smiling at her.
“You look so happy! Was it so good to see me, you know, there?” she asked with a little laugh.
I nodded. “It’s very good that you wanted to let me see, Casey.” More deep blushing colored her face.
“You liked it too, hmm?” I asked. Blushing nod.
“I was tingling when I walked over here with no underpants,” she admitted. Her gaze was fixed on her foot in my hand, and she took another drag on her cigarette. “It’s kinda fun being naughty.”
“It is!” I agreed.
She was stubbing out her cigarette and moving off the couch. “Almost dinner time,” she said. The wall clock read 5:30. “When do you usually eat, Tim?”
“In a little while,” I said. “Will you be back this evening?”
“If it’s OK,” she said. “And before dark. We aren’t allowed out after dark.”
I suggested 7 o’clock and she grinned happily.
~~~~~~~~~
I was polishing off my second glass of wine when the doorbell rang. I answered the door to let Casey in. She kicked off her shoes and walked right to her seat on the couch. I had changed into some very light, loose shorts. Casey wore a baggy pair of shorts and a cute, short T-shirt. She smiled as I offered her a smoke. Dainty little feet perched on my leg. I looked down to discover that she’d painted her toenails.
She grinned at my surprised look. “Like ‘em?” she asked.
“Yeah! They’re adorable!” I took a sip of the red wine, and lifted her foot to my mouth, kissing the wine onto her toes, then licking it off. I looked up to see her eyes closed with a lusty look on her young face. Looking down her leg, I could clearly see her young pussy, naked inside the gaping shorts. Sparse pubic hairs framed her fleshy pink vulva. She was aroused and moist. Her clit formed a nub at the top of her cleft. The sight so enchanted me that I was startled when she clenched her toes to make me look up again.
“Can I taste the wine?” she asked with a little smile.
I let her foot drop and reached for the glass, offering it to her. She straightened up to sip it, then smiled and handed it back. “It’s nice,” she said, without much enthusiasm. She reclined onto the arm of the couch, and I stroked her damp foot.
I was startled again when I felt her free foot touch my erection through my shorts. It was a gentle rub, just a toe touch, but it felt so strong. I moved closer to Casey, sliding my hand up her leg to reach inside her shorts and hold her bare bottom in my hand. We both moaned as this stimulation worked on us. Looking down at the crotch of her shorts, I could see a dark spot forming where her sex juices wet the fabric. It grew as we fondled each other. My fingers found the sexy groove of her ass, and I began stroking lower, exploring her. Her face gained a frightened, aroused look. I gave her a lusty smile and she tried to smile bravely. She began breathing faster, her nose flared..
“I should go,” she said. “Monica will worry.”
She swung her feet onto the floor. My hand slipped from her hip. She smiled as her gaze was held by the lump in my shorts.
“Maybe I’ll come by tomorrow,” she said shyly. “You’ll probably be lonely.”
“Sure, Casey. You could join me for coffee.”
The girl smiled and nodded. On an impulse, I hugged her close and kissed her forehead. She tried to keep space between us, but surprise and my strong arms plastered her smaller body against mine. My erection flattened itself on her bare belly. Casey gave a little squeak of surprise, then hugged me back.
As she opened the front door to leave, I handed her a cigarette. “For Monica. Tell her not to be so afraid of me.”
Casey beamed as she took it. “Oh! She’ll be so happy!”
She waved, turned, and skipped away.
~~~~~~~~~
I was reading an email from Cindy a few minutes later when the doorbell rang again.
“Hi Monica!” I said, smiling warmly, “Come in!”
The pretty girl was wearing a white t-shirt and tan skirt. She opened her hand to show him the cigarette she was carrying. A cute smile filled her face when she saw my surprise.
“Thought we could smoke together, Mister Sullivan,” she murmured, stepping slowly inside. She sat on the sofa waiting for me to join her. When I sat down, she dropped her sandals on the floor and swung her feet to rest on my thigh. I held the lighter for her, then lit myself a cigarette. She leaned back on the arm of the couch and inhaled dreamily. I fondled her pretty little foot. I watched for her reaction. She smiled timidly, then scooted lower on the couch, spreading her legs. I looked at the V of her legs, and the tiny pink panties covering her sex. Her expression showed arousal and some fear.
I decided to clear the air some.
“Casey said your mom and dad don’t spank you anymore,” I said softly.
The girl bit her lower lip and nodded, looking wide-eyed into my face. My hand slipped up her bare leg to feel her smooth thigh.
“She said you like spankings. That sometimes you make her spank you.”
Casey never said that, but I saw by the flash in Monica’s eyes that I had guessed right.
“Does she do it hard for you, honey?” I asked.
A tear formed and rolled down the girl’s cheek. She began softly sobbing as she tried to finish her cigarette.
I coaxed the story from her. When they started, Casey would spank her bare bottom with a hair brush, and then watch Monica frig herself. Lately, she would have to do chores for Casey to get spanked. This had progressed further. Now, Casey would get her to do “other” things.
I recognized the shy, submissive character of the young girl. I was sure she also enjoyed these “other” things.
“Would you like me to spank you, Monica?” I asked softly.
She looked down and nodded her head.
“I think I’d like it too,” I said, smiling invitingly.
She smiled back shyly. Her foot curled in my hand.
“Maybe if you come by tomorrow, we can have a cigarette and see if you still want this,” I said. “You better get home now though, it’s almost dark.”
Monica gave me a little smile as she hopped off the couch and scurried over to the door.
“See you tomorrow!” she chirped.
I slipped off to bed, wanking as I thought of her and sniffed the scent of her foot on my hand.
I had just finished answering Cindy’s email when the doorbell rang. Casey stood there with a worried look.
“I’m not too early to visit, am I?” she asked, looking at me in my light silk dressing robe. The short robe was all I wore.
“Not too early at all,” I said with a smile. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Yeah,” she said, walking along with me to the kitchen. I fixed us two cups, and walked out to the lanai to enjoy the morning air. We sat at a little café table there. I offered her a cigarette and lit one for myself.
Casey had dressed in a loose halter top and a short skirt. She was distracted as she smoked and watched me. The opening of the robe exposed my leg up high enough to show I wore nothing under it.
She began talking about Monica. “You gonna spank her, Tim?” she asked. Her legs twisted nervously under her chair. I watched her pretty bare feet caressing each other.
“I don’t know. Think she’ll come over to be spanked?” I asked.
Casey rolled her eye, smiling and nodding. “Of course!” she said. She coyly placed her bare foot on my bare right thigh. I smiled as she showed me more of her pretty leg too.
“Did you wear underpants today, Casey?” She shook her head, with a guilty grin and cute blush.
I captured her offered foot with my hand. “Me either,” I said. “Wanna show?”
Her toes curled in my hand at the naughtiness of that thought, but she bit her lip and nodded.
I watched her pretty face as I lifted my left foot up to rest on the table. She stared as my robe fell away. My cock was full, but not erect and my balls puddled below it. The girl’s mouth hung loose, her tongue licking her lips involuntarily.
“Your turn,” I said, squeezing her foot gently.
She looked dazed and nervous, but imitated my move, putting her right foot on the table, exposing her naked groin to my hungry eyes. Her vulva was deeply pink colored with a thin covering of fine brown hair. The lips were swollen and glistened in the morning sun. The angle allowed me to see her cute little anus below.
“Your pussy is adorable, Casey!” I said.
I looked into her face, where her eyes briefly flickered to my face, torn from their study of my forming erection. “Thanks,” she murmured.
Holding her soft foot, I used it to rub my shaft from my balls to the knob. I did it slowly, and Casey moved her toes to feel more. As I watched her open pussy, a dew drop of juice slipped from her lips onto the chair cushion. Her little hand hovered nearby, lightly rubbing her belly.
Barely looking, she grabbed for the butt of her neglected cigarette just before it fell from the ashtray, burning her finger in the process.
With a yelp, she popped her finger into her mouth and jumped up.
“Damn!” she said. “Hurts like hell!”
She looked at me sheepishly. “I better go put something on this…” she said.
I stood, adjusting my robe and walked her to the door.
“See ya later,” she said, still sucking on her finger as she popped out the door.
~~~~~~~~~
Monica was at the door ten minutes later. I checked- 10:30.
“Hi, sweetie,” I said. “Is Casey’s finger OK?”
The girl nodded, and looked nervously at my face. She was wearing a light sundress, a sleeveless turquoise floral print. Sitting on the couch to unfasten her sandals, she watched my face as I admired her pretty feet and long legs. As she adjusted herself, the dress rose up in the front, exposing most of her thigh. I was still wearing my robe and crossed my legs to let it open some.
I lit a cigarette and handed it to her. She watched carefully as my robe slid up, obviously aware of my commando attire. I sat modestly.
“You look lovely!” I said.
“Thanks,” she said. “But, I’ve been a bad girl.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I wet in my bed last night.” I could tell from her face and voice that this was pretend, but she tried to look ashamed.
“Oh!” I said sternly. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
She looked at me with innocent eyes. “A hard spanking?”
She was biting her lip and her legs moved nervously. Her bare toes curled into the carpet. She was obviously aroused. She inhaled a full lung of smoke.
“Yep,” I confirmed. “Twenty hard spanks. More if you cry or pee while you get them.”
This last rule caught her by surprise, but she stood up. “We should do this on the lanai,” she said. She walked ahead of me out to the café table and chairs.
Monica looked aroused and scared as she stubbed out her cigarette.
“Panties off,” I said. The girl reached under her dress and pulled down her pink panties. I could see as she tossed them on the table that they were already very wet.
“Kneel on the chair and put your hands on the table,” I said. She whimpered convincingly as she did this. Her toes curled and she shifted from side to side as I made her wait. Then, I lifted up her dress to put it over her back, exposing her bottom.
I stared breathlessly at the girl’s lovely nakedness. Her pale ass cheeks were smooth and brown, but white printed by her bikini. The dark shadow of her groove marked the center and the globes of her cheeks separated exquisitely from there, giving a teasing look at her cute brown anus. Below, the twisted, bloated lips of her pussy hung, glistening with her arousal.
I wanted to bury my face in this lovely teenage backside, to lick and bite and suck until she climaxed helplessly.
But, I knew what she wanted. I rubbed my hand over her bottom.
“Not too hard, please!” she whimpered.
I smacked her hard on her left cheek. She made a small cry.
I smacked her right cheek. A cry. Both cheeks bore red hand prints.
“You must count,” I said.
“Two!” she said quickly.
I began to spank her on alternate cheeks at a steady pace of one every two seconds. The girl counted and began to hump the air. Her voice as she counted became strained, but she did not miss a beat, or begin to cry. Then she began to miscount, counting the same stroke for each cheek. “Twelve.” Smack. “Twelve.” I knew this meant to spank harder, and did.
I bent to inspect her more closely, and saw that her pussy was much more swollen and wet. The lips were thicker and open like a flower. Her vagina drooled thick milky juices and the bud of her clit looked like a fleshy pea in its groove.
On stroke 18, I saw a trickle of pee drip from her pink pisshole. As I stroked her, it became a gush.
“Ten more!” I ordered, controlling my panting to sound annoyed. I was rock-hard and close to cumming without touching myself. Monica nodded her head and sobbed into the table. The rim of her anus was swollen into a little mouth that was kissing the air with excitement.
I gave her ten more rapid, hard spanks as she writhed and bucked. Her whimpers and cries made it impossible to understand her counts. The stream of her piss sprayed the concrete floor. I beat her red ass until she screamed and climaxed, nearly falling from the chair.
My hard cock, now out of my robe, dripped into a puddle of semen I’d squirted when Monica had started cumming. I watched the sobbing girl rub her bright red bottom, reaching up to pull down her dress. She slipped her feet to the floor and stood up, turning to me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She wiped her face with a tissue and stood in front of me expectantly. She looked so cute, so vulnerable. I had hit her hard.
I wrapped her little body in my arms to give her a hug. She whimpered happily and snuggled against me, sliding her arms around my waist inside my robe. My cock was trapped between us and she rocked against it and looked up to my face. My drooling knob painted her little belly with semen. Her eyes were red from crying, and she’d bitten her lip, but she somehow managed to look happy.
She looked down at the puddle of pee, and the glistening cum spot on the floor. She sniffed and straightened her dress. She picked up her panties and folded them, slipping them into her dress pocket.
“I better get this cleaned up,” she said. She straightened up. “Do you have a mop?”
“Don’t worry about it, Monica,” I said. “I’ll hose it down later.” She nodded.
Monica walked into the house to leave. She had recovered her composure quickly, and looked collected and content. “Sorry I called you ‘Daddy.’ I do that when I’m spanked. My real Daddy did it a lot,” she said.
I smiled at her. “I liked it. You can call me ‘Daddy.’ I’ll call you ‘baby.’ And, I liked spanking your lovely bottom.”
She smiled. “Me too!” she murmured. “A lot!” She slipped out the front door, almost skipping with happiness.
~~~~~~~~~ Noon
I was hosing down the lanai floor when Casey rang the doorbell. I looked at the clock. Twenty minutes. Time enough to get Monica’s story. I smiled. She’d be horny.
“You can let yourself in when you’re visiting alone, honey.” I said as I ushered her into the living room.
“Are you sure, Tim? I know people need privacy sometimes. What about your wife?”
“Well, maybe just this week then, while she’s away,” I said a little sheepishly. I had changed into my track shorts and T-shirt. She wore her loose shorts too, with a light, buttoned cotton shirt.
Casey picked up a cigarette and leaned her back against the couch arm to light it. She perched one little foot on my thigh, leaving the other one on the floor. She smiled as I enjoyed the view of her pretty pussy.
“Monica said you spanked her,” she said. “I made her show me her bottom. You have big strong hands! It was almost as red as I can make it with the hairbrush.” She opened and closed her legs slowly, playing peek-a-boo with me.
“She seemed to like it,” I said smiling at her.
“Are you kidding? She loved it! She’ll be wheedling for another soon. And, I’m sure she’s home rubbing herself right now.” Casey smiled and took a drag from her smoke. “She told me she peed herself. That’s always a sign that she’s cumming hard. Do you like spanking girls?”
I nodded solemnly, watching her fingers play with her shirt buttons.
“Do you like teasing guys?” I asked. I moved closer to her and her foot slid into my lap, toes resting on my swollen balls. She wiggled them slowly as she nodded to answer my question. She opened the button on her shirt, exposing her pale chest flesh between her breasts. I smiled encouragingly and held her warm bare foot between my legs, using it to stroke the underside of my stiffening erection.
Casey leaned over to stub out her cigarette, and the shirt gaped open, exposing her right breast completely. Her dark nipple was stiff and crinkled, standing proudly almost an inch from her modest breast. With a mind of its own, my right hand slipped into her shirt and captured the swollen nipple. She snorted with surprise and lust. Her pussy sprayed a squirt of juice and the teen shuttered and climaxed hard. I squeezed the little lump of her breast, and then slid my hand away. A series of little whimpering moans escaped from her lips. She curled herself into the corner of the couch. She gazed up at me with a dreamy expression.
She looked down, worried, but was happy to see her juice wetting the towel I’d put on the couch cushion. She looked into my face with grateful understanding. She slowly slid her foot from my hand and stood up to leave. “Can I come back later?” she asked with a smile.
I bent to kiss her pretty lips, my hand sliding down her back to squeeze her cute bottom. She squeaked and scampered off to the door. “Guess that means ‘yes’!”
I picked up the towel to sniff her juice on it. I moaned and reached into my shorts. Little girls smell so good! I shot into the towel less than a minute later.
~~~~~~~~~ 2 PM
Monica’s little face looked up at me when I opened the door.
“Hi, Daddy!” she chirped, smiling shyly.
I smiled too. She wanted more spanking. “Hi, baby!”
I sat on the couch and grabbed my pack of cigarettes. Monica slipped off her shoes, then reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, setting them on the coffee table. She sat down and perched her foot on my thigh.
As she lit her cigarette, her legs opened and she showed me her bare teen pussy. It was deep pink, swollen and glistening with her juice. She smiled as she captured my gaze with her display..
“Casey says you needed to rub yourself when you went home,” I said.
She stared into my face innocently. “I know it’s bad, but my hiney was so sore after that spanking. It always makes me want to touch myself.” She curled her lip. “Besides, she loves to watch me. That’s what makes her feel sexy! Watching and being watched.” She hesitated a moment. “She wants to watch you, um, h...hurt me.”
The girl was squirming and juicing more as she explained this. Her free hand stroked her thigh, moving toward her wet sex. She inhaled the smoke deeply, enjoying it and the attention her display commanded.
I stroked her pretty bare foot, enjoying its smoothness and slight dampness. I lifted it to my face, taking two toes in my mouth. I licked them, tasting between her toes, the yeasty taste of girl skin. She smiled at me as she stubbed out her smoke. She wiggled the toes in my mouth. I bit down gently. The girl’s lips opened
“You want to do it more, don’t you? You want to show me how naughty you are.” I smiled at her. “Go ahead, dirty girl. I will punish you, but, we know you like that too. Rub yourself, Monica. Show me what a filthy girl you are.”
She whimpered and slid her hand between her legs. She rolled the flesh at the top of her vulva in a circular motion, pressing her clit under the loose skin. Her mouth opened and she pulled her legs up wantonly. She sucked on her left index finger, then reached around to press it to her puckered anus, moaning contentedly as her finger slid into her rectum. She smiled defiantly at me as she masturbated herself shamelessly. The smell of wet pussy began to intoxicate me. I bit her toes more. She sprayed a little plume of pee as she clenched with the pain. I snorted with lust as the hot piss wet my arm. I bit the side of her foot hard to get more. She wet me and came. I shot in my pants, kissing her little foot as I ejaculated.
As we both recovered, she looked at me smugly as she pulled her dress down and reached for another cigarette. She nodded at the wet spot in my shorts. “Casey will be jealous,” she murmured. “She’d love to make you cum. She likes to taste that.”
I rubbed her foot thoughtfully as we smoked. I glanced at Monica, who was looking at the ceiling with a dreamy expression, her knee bent to afford me a nice view of her wet, red pussy. Her pink clit was poking from her lips, and the hood of her urethra was swollen and red. I mused about whether she liked getting hurt there, imagining chewing her little piss hole as she peed helplessly in my mouth. I was starting to harden from this daydream when I drifted to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4 PM
I awoke to the smell of burning tobacco. I looked up to see Casey sitting on the couch, solemnly smoking a cigarette, watching me.
“You said I could come in anytime,” she said with a smile. She wiggled her toes, and I noticed she’d wedged her little foot under my hip. As I sat up, she stood and slipped her panties off, dropping them on the coffee table. I lit a cigarette and captured her foot as she sat back down. She bent her knee and opened her legs to show me her engorged red sex, naked under her skirt, glistening with her dew.
“You look excited!” I said, grinning at her. “Did Monica tell you what we did?”
“Of course. She loves to tell. She needed more pain, so I used her some.” She smiled at the mystery of what they did. It had obviously made her hot and wet.
I leaned closer to her and stroked up her smooth leg, stopping just short of her groin. She slid lower on the arm of the couch, moving closer. I slid my hand down to her knee, then back up, but not high enough. She smiled at the tease and looked away, enjoying her cigarette and ignoring me. I played the same game, blowing a smoke ring. This caught her attention and she watched it happily, but said nothing.
We finished smoking at the same time. As she leaned close to stub out her cigarette, she showed me her naked tits under her V-neck t-shirt. Her pretty pink nipples were stiff and swollen into lumps.
“You have lovely titties, Casey,” I said. My hand held her shoulder to let me look longer. “Can I see you topless?”
She quivered with need and nodded her head, but her mouth said “Maybe next time, Tim.” Reaching under her skirt, she wet her finger in her snatch, then rubbed it over my lips and nostrils. “If you act nicer!”
She stuffed her panties in her pocket and marched out the door. The sexy scent of her juices on my lips made jerking off a matter of a minute.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 PM
Monica looked around nervously as she stood in the doorway. She wore a long t-shirt and was barefooted. She darted inside when I opened the door.
“Casey said this was all I could wear,” she said. “Just a t-shirt. She gets so bossy sometimes, but she can make me do stuff. Could I come to the back door next time?”
I nodded. “Sure, honey!” The tall privacy fences in our back yards had a connecting gate. She could slip into my yard unseen from the street. I rubbed down her back to feel that she wore no bra or panties. She moaned softly when my hand stroked her bottom.
“I’ve been bad, Daddy,” she whimpered, looking at the floor in mock misery.
I stroked her pretty hair, then turned her face up to look into mine. “Bad again? What did you do, baby?”
“I had an accident in my panties,” she said, a glint in her eyes showing her eagerness to confess.
I shook my head in disapproval. I waved her to the couch and lifted her shirt to strip her. She raised her arms obediently so I could slip it over her head. She folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs.
“Turn around.”
She turned to show me her bottom and legs striped with thin red marks. She looked so vulnerable and wounded that I wanted to kiss every part the whip had touched.
“Did you get Casey to whip you?”
She nodded. “She made me lick her bottom. Then she used the zipcord whip. I cummed six times, Daddy.”
I started to take off my shorts, then decided to make Monica take orders.
“Pull down Daddy’s shorts, baby.”
She hesitated, but saw the no-nonsense look in my eyes and reached out to grasp the waistband. She tugged them down, ducking to avoid being smacked by my hard cock, which she watched with fascination.
I sat on the couch and spread my legs. My hand found the riding crop on the cushion next to me. “Kiss me there, baby. Clean Daddy’s cock and balls with your tongue and mouth.”
Monica leaned closer, sniffing my groin and holding my dick to guide it to her lips. She licked around the foreskin, tasting my dick grease. She looked like she was going to refuse when I swatted her red bottom with the crop. Her mouth flew open, and I pushed my knob inside. She slurped my cock nicely, taking much of it into her hot wetness.
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