Sunbathing, Part 1 - by Ndelta

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Published: 22-Jul-2013

Word Count: 6882

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A really nice summer's day in England is hard to better. Hot but not too hot, no bugs or mosquitos as you have in so many other places and normally not humid at all.

Of course the down side is that this happens very rarely but when it does it is truly wonderful and a great chance to get a little colour on your skin and enjoy the warmth of the sun on you.

I am lucky to have a pretty secluded garden, screened on three sides with only one side where my neighbours can see in. As a result it is a great place to lie in the sun on a hot summer's day.

There is actually a gap in the low hedge between our properties, which neither of us have bothered to fill in, after all we get on well together and occasionally visit each other for barbeques when the weather is good.

These neighbours are a couple, a little younger than me (I am in my mid 40s), and their young daughter, Kirsty. She is a typical "Tom Boy" type of girl, into all sorts of sports but particularly football, after all it is our national sport and we did invent it. (that's soccer to any US readers).

Kirsty's Dad does shift work so is often around in the day time which is useful in the holidays for keeping an eye on her and her Mum works part-time in the local supermarket.

Kirsty is 12 or 13 with short cropped blond hair and a fine athletic figure which is just starting to blossom into womanhood. As happens with girls of that age her hips have swollen to a womanly shape rather ahead of her bust so that she still has modest little girlie breasts, clearly not yet full-grown.

On the day that this story is about the weather was near perfect. It was mid week in July. I had taken the week off to just chill at home and do daytrips out and had hit the jackpot on the weather. Having been out the previous day I decided to indulge myself in a little sun bathing in the garden and had set myself up with a sun lounger strategically placed to get the maximum sun, a large glass of water and the book I was currently reading.

As I wanted to improve my tan I was wearing just a brief pair of swimming trunks some shades and suntan lotion. I am pretty proud of my body and the brief trunks enabled me to get the maximum tan, however they were not very subtle and tended to rather display my endowment so to speak, particularly if I got at all aroused.

I had been outside for about an hour or so and was starting to feel a little dozy, the sun always has that effect on me, so I put my book down and was starting to drift into sleep when I became aware of sounds from next door. What I heard was a football being kicked around, and occasionally the sound of a goal rattling as a shot hit the target.

Without looking up or opening my eyes I concluded that Kirsty must have come out into the garden to knock a ball around. Her Dad had set up a goal and net backing on to our property boundary.

This worked well except that occasionally if Kirsty missed the target the ball would come over into my garden. I had no problem with this and normally she would nip through the gap in the hedge and come and get the ball for herself.

I didn't feel any need to open my eyes or acknowledge her so just dozed on. Knowing that she was there however I inevitably thought of her and how graceful she always looked when playing sport, she really was a natural athlete and had an elegance about her. She was also pretty easy on the eye and I had recently started to notice how feminine she was starting to look.

I am not sure how much time passed but through my doziness I realised that the football noise had stopped and I gradually got the feeling that I was being watched. One advantage of wearing shades is that no one else can see where you are looking, so without moving at all I very slowly opened my eyes a little.

I could see Kirsty standing in my garden at the foot of my sun lounger looking at me. She was holding her football so I guessed that she had come into my garden to collect it.

As I was trying not to let her know that I was actually awake, I could not clearly see what she was looking at but I had this funny feeling that she was looking at my trunks, or more to the point at their contents. This immediately caused me to stir a little particularly when I realised what she was wearing.

As she often did, she was wearing the football shirt of her favourite team - Tottenham Hotspur or Spurs as they are know - but instead of football shorts she was just wearing bikini bottoms and fairly brief ones at that and a pair of tatty trainers.

Although I was squinting I could clearly see that she very nicely filed her bikini and I even thought that I could see the shape of her womanhood. As they were quite highly cut I certainly was able to enjoy the very feminine swell of her hips.

This did nothing to help me manage the feelings in my own trunks and to my horror I could feel myself filling out. To avoid being caught I stirred slightly, as if just moving around in my sleep, which caused Kirsty to snap out of her reverie and quickly go back next door.

I was awake now fully and gradually moved myself on the lounger until I could see her kicking the ball around next door. I hoped that I had done this in such a way as to allow her to think that I was still asleep.

Only a couple of minutes later Kirsty chipped the ball over the hedge again and came through the gap to collect it. Again, having picked up the ball she lingered a few moments looking down at me.

Over the next 20 minutes or so she did this repeatedly becoming more and more obvious. She was no longer even pretending to be playing football but instead was deliberately kicking the ball over the hedge so that she could stand fairly close to me and eye me up.

The idea that this pretty young girl was staring at my trunks and the package they contained had a very natural and obvious affect on me. I could do nothing to avoid the fact that I was now at least semi erect. I also knew that with these particular trunks this would be very obvious.

On one of her now brief visits back to her garden I took the opportunity to casually move one hand down to my waist; not to hold my growing erection but to rest beside it and therefore draw more attention to it and even accentuate it.

This seemed to work. The next time Kirsty came back "to collect her football" she stood even closer than before and was clearly staring straight at my crotch. While she was doing this I deliberately flexed my semi hard cock so that it moved inside my trunks as it if was alive.

I was rewarded with the smallest of gasps from Kirsty. It was quiet but clearly audible. It was all I could do to stop myself from smiling knowing that I was now toying with her and that she was really not concealing what she was doing.

I decided to see if I could take this further, perhaps even confront her and see what happened.

I stirred, as if waking and then, without really moving, I said.

"Hello Kirsty, how are you?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin. Because of the shades she had not seen my eyes open and was surprised when I had spoken.

"Oh wwwwellll, I'mmmm fine Mr StStStevens." Her shock and her stammering were really quite cute - I could swear she even started to blush slightly.

"Are you OK Kirsty? You seem a little flustered" It was fun messing with her like this.

"Oh no, I'm fine Mr Stevens I just thought you were asleep and I came to get my football."

"Of course you did." I said this in a way that certainly implied that there might have been another reason for her visit.

"Yes, I'm sorry Mr Stevens, I knocked it over the hedge, I hope you don't mind that I came to collect it?"

"Not at all Kirsty, you are always welcome over here anytime you like, you know that." I was still lying on the lounger with my hand beside my semi hardness, which had not reduced at all.

I sort of stretched, as you do when waking up, and deliberately raised my hips, causing my cock to press against the tight constraint of the swimming trunks. I realised with a little bit of shock that there was actually the start of a darker damp patch at the end of my cock where some precum must have started to leak.

Rather than being bothered by this I decided to leave it fully visible to her, it would not have gone unnoticed by her any way and could now be a part of my teasing her.

"Is your Dad not at home to play with you?"

"No, he's got a day shift today and won't be back until this evening and Mum is also at work so I am on my own today."

"You poor think, all on your own at home. You should have invited some friends over."

"Well actually I quite enjoy being on my own and I wanted to practice my football anyway."

"Well there is no need for you to be on your own the whole time. I was going to take a break for lunch soon anyway, why don't to come and join me for a drink - I'm pretty hot and you must be after playing football." Actually she didn't look too hot, after all she had just been pretending to play as an excuse to stare at me.

"OK Mr Stevens, if that's alright with you."

"Right then, that's what we'll do. Can you give an old man a hand getting up?" Of course I didn't need a hand getting up but I wanted us to get closer as I was going to try and take things further and wanted to keep her off balance.

I held my hand up to her and she came over and stood beside the lounger taking my hand and pulled. I did not make it easy for her and she had to brace her legs wide, hold my hand with both of hers and lean back to get the leverage to pull me to my feet.

As I started to rise I came up quickly which caught her by surprise and she staggered back. I was expecting this and our roles quickly changed. I was now holding her hands to stop her falling backwards.

I reached my free hand behind her and pulled her towards me.

"Whoa, steady on there, you nearly pulled me off my feet. Just as well I caught you or you would have been flat on your back." I pulled her into me under the pretence of stopping her from falling over and we were pushed so close to each other that my front and my obvious erection pressed against her belly and I held us like that for a moment longer than was necessary.

She was instantly embarrassed and lowered her head and when I eased my hold on her she stepped back from me. Of course with her head lowered in embarrassment she ended up looking straight at my crotch again.

I took one of her hands in mine. "Come on Tiger, let's go and get that drink." I led her in through the back door of my house into the darkness of the kitchen.

"Right, what would you like? I have coke or water, I'm going to have a beer myself but I guess you are too young for that."

"Can I have a coke please Mr Stevens? Would you also let me try your beer?" I was a little surprised by this but thought that I might be able to use this to my advantage. It was time for me to see how far her interest in me would go.

"Oh, you want to try my beer do you? You think you are grown up enough now to drink beer?" While talking I opened the fridge, popped myself a beer and passed her a can of coke.

"I think I am old enough to try it Mr Stevens." She opened her coke and started drinking it.

"Oh so you're all grown up now are you?" I was using a teasing tone of voice and not being nasty to her so she laughed.

"I guess I am starting to grow up." Time for me to push her further.

"I guess you are Kirsty - is that why you kept coming into my garden?"

"How do you mean? I was getting my football." That may have been true but it did not explain why she was now blushing slightly.

"Really, is that why you came over? I thought it was so that you could stare at my crotch."

She was sipping her coke when I said this and she actually choked on it. She was really embarrassed and did not know where to look. She blushed completely her face like a red traffic light.

"I wasn't Mr Stevens."

"Oh but you were Kirsty, I saw you." I was standing across the small kitchen from her leaning back against the counter so that my crotch was pushed forward and my now obvious erection was plain for her to see.

I placed my hand beside it again almost holding it and making it much more obvious.

"You were looking at this weren't you Kirsty." After a pause she nodded silently her eyes drifting down to my erection.

"Did you like looking at it?" Again she nodded.

"Do you look at other men's cocks?" That shocked her, using the word cock was unexpected and her head shot up and she looked at me.

She nodded again.

"Tell me Kirsty whose cocks do you look at?"

In a very quiet and slightly croaky voice she replied. "I sometimes glance at my Dad's."

"Have you seen it properly?"

"Not really, just a glimpse once when he came out of the shower." Her head had dropped again so I gripped myself again to draw her eyes to my now fully erect cock.

It was actually pushing the waist of my trunks away from my skin and seemed to be trying to force its way out of my trunks. There was also now a very clear wet patch at the end of it.

I noticed that she had crossed her legs and was squeezing them together tightly, I suspect she was feeling very aroused herself.

"Do you want to see a cock properly Kirsty?" Without taking her eyes off my bulge she nodded again.

"Do you want to see my cock Kirsty?" She hesitated and swallowed hard before nodding again.

"You can if you like."

"Can I?" her voice even croaked a little and I think her mouth was totally dry with anticipation.

"You can but I want to hear you ask." Her head shot up again, clearly embarrassed.

"What?"

"You have to ask for it Kirsty." She paused again and then very quietly.

"Can I see your.....can I see your....think?"

"You can do better than that Kirsty and you need to call it by its name." She hesitated.

"Can I see you cock please Mr Stevens?"

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it? Of course you can see it Kirsty. Come over here."

Kirsty closed the small gap between us; her head still down and her hands by her sides. As she stood in front of me I moved my hand from my trunks and placed both my hands on the kitchen counter beside me this pushed by crotch out in a very obvious manner.

"Here you are Kirsty, take a look if you want." Of course she was already looking right at it but there were still my trunks in the way.

"If you want to see it properly you will have to take my trunks down wont you?"

She looked up at me with a pleading and rather pitiful look in her face. She was torn between the desire that was obviously driving her and the fear of having to make things happen herself. I nodded to her.

"Go on Kirsty, if you want to that is."

She looked down again and tentatively reached out with first one hand and then both of them. She hooked her fingers in the waist back at each of my hips. I could feel that her hands were shaking but her interest and desire overrode her caution.

She was still looking down between our bodies and watched intently as her hands pulled my trunks downwards. She quickly realised that my cock was caught in them and so started to pull the trunks out from my body.

Suddenly my cock sprung free and she gasped as it bounced back against my stomach and made a wet slapping sound.

"Take them all the way down Kirsty, you will be able to see much better if you are on your knees." I of course had other ideas but she wasn't to know that. As she sunk to her knees her eyes remained fixed on my rock hard erection. I am not massive, perhaps 6 or 6 ½ inches but I have a lovely curve to my cock when it is fully hard, I am also uncut so have a very sensitive foreskin that many women seem to really enjoy playing with.

I gently put my hand on the side of her face and caressed her neck with my fingers. Then lightly cupping her chin I tilted her head until she was looking up at me.

"Do you like the look of it?"

"Oh yes Mr Stevens. It looks really nice and so hard, but why is it so wet at the end?"

"That's called precum Kirsty, men produce it when they are aroused as it helps them when they penetrate a woman."

"You mean when they put it in a girl's.....peepee place."

"Well, yes - although its not called that you know. Its proper name is a vagina but most people call it a pussy."

"I know, sorry, I should have used a more grown up name."

"Do you want to touch it Kirsty?"

"Can I Mr Stevens, really? I would love to." She seemed less nervous now and was keen to try more.

"Of course you can, I can show you how men like girls to touch them. Would you like that.?"

"Oh God yes."

My trunks were now round my ankles so I carefully stepped out of them very much enjoying the cool air on my hard cock. I pushed my hips forward as Kirsty reached out with one hand and took hold of my shaft. Her hand looked very small on my cock and her fingers did not quite reach around it.

"It's so hard Mr Stevens, its like its made of steel. And its so big, can it really fit inside a woman?"

"It's hard because you are very pretty and have aroused me Kirsty."

"Have I really Mr Stevens, you are not just saying that?"

"No you really have Kirsty, and I suspect that you are pretty aroused too aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I would bet that you are wet between your legs, that your pussy is wet." As I said this I could see Kirsty surreptitiously move her other hand in between her legs and onto her bikini bottoms.

"Would you like me to touch your pussy while you touch my hard cock?" She looked shocked, she raised her head to look at me, perhaps to see if I was serious. There was a long pause while she bit her bottom lip in a nervous way - it looked very endearing and made my heart skip a beat.

After what seemed like ages she very slightly nodded her head. It was the slightest of movements; I almost missed it.

She was still holding my cock and ever so slightly moving her hand up and down it driving me crazy with the nicest sensations.

"Sorry, Kirsty I didn't hear your answer, you will have to speak up."

"Yes, Me Stevens."

"Yes what?"

"Yes please Mr Stevens." She was so polite and well brought up.

"No I meant what do you want me to do?"

"Oh - Yes, I want you to touch my pussy Mr Stevens."

"Ok then young lady I think we should get you up and move somewhere a little more comfortable, don't you?"

I helped her to her feet, she seemed reluctant to let go of my cock but she did as it would have been awkward to walk around like that. I put my hand gently on her back and guided her from the kitchen into the downstairs corridor.

"Why don't we go upstairs into my bedroom, you can see out into your garden from there."

I was completely naked, my trunks were on the kitchen floor and Kirsty couldn't take her eyes off my cock as we left the kitchen.

As we moved along the corridor my hand moved down to cup and then squeeze her fantastic bottom, firm and muscular from all her sport but also deliciously curved as a young girl's bottom should be.

We climbed the stairs together, she leant into me slightly and I continued to stroke and fondle her bottom; enjoying the way it moved under my hand.

When I guided her into my bedroom at the back of the house she seemed impressed by the size of the bed and she was clearly very nervous.

"Kirsty, lets look out of the window at your garden."

I steered her across the room to the window still touching her bottom. I moved her in front of me and stood behind her trapping her gently between me and the window.

I was taller than her so my cock was now at the base of her back rather than her bottom. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and slid them slowly up taking her Spurs shirt with them.

As they came to her waist I moved them around to her front and onto her taut stomach before continuing up her torso.

"Do you want me to touch your breasts Kirsty?"

"Yes Mr Stevens, please." She pushed her chest out into my hands as they reached her small and barely formed breasts. Beautiful and tender little mounds that fitted comfortably into my palms with hard little bullet nipples on top. She had no bra on and really had no need for one.

She sighed as I fondled them and lightly pinched her nipples between my finger and thumb. Her head leant back against my chest so I was able to bend my neck down and kiss the tender and sensitive skin at the base of her neck. She let out an involuntary moan and reached behind to grab the sides of my hips and pull me into her.

She may have been young and totally inexperienced but she instinctively knew what to do and how to behave. She seemed to be trying to raise herself so that my cock would be lower than it was currently. She stood on her tiptoes and moved her hips back and up rocking her bottom towards my hardness but she was too short and could not reach me.

I lowered my hands from her breasts to her waist, holding her firmly I lifted her up until my she was high enough for my cock to slide between her legs and across the panel of her bikini bottoms. I could feel that they were soaking wet against my cock.

She was now leaning on the window sill on her hands taking some of her weight so that she could move her hips forward and backwards along my cock.

"Does that feel good Kirsty? Do you like my cock against your pussy?"

"Mmmmmm" was about all she could manage, her breathing was pretty ragged and I was sure that she had a climax building. We dry humped like that for a few minutes until I lowered her to the ground again so that she could stand. The moan she emitted was entirely one of regret.

I turned her so that she was now facing me with her back against the windowsill and my erection touching her belly.

"If I remember right you asked rather nicely for me to do something for you. Remind me what that was Kirsty?"

Her head was bowed in shyness or embarrassment and she was biting her bottom lip again.

"Would you touch my pussy please Mr Stevens."

"That was it, you wanted me to touch you while you were touching my big and hard cock." With that, I slid my hands from her waist - one passed behind her and started to lightly fondle her bottom again whilst I very slowly moved the other down the front of her tummy.

I was keeping a firm pressure on her to accentuate the contact. My fingers reached the top of her bikini bottoms and continued down on the outside of them. At the same time Kirsty reached for my cock again and explored it's length and girth with her delicate little fingers.

As she touched the bulbous end of my cock, which was now slick with precum, my fingers also reached her wetness. The crotch of her bikini was soaked with her juices.

"Goodness me, you are very wet Kirsty."

"Is that normal?" She sounded rather bashful.

"It is when someone is very aroused. Are you feeling very aroused Kirsty? Are you aroused by feeling my hard cock or by me touching your pussy?"

"Both. Your cock is fascinating, its so big and so hard and when you touch me I get a really funny feeling in my tummy, very low down sort of like I want to pee but nicer."

"You are also wet on your cock. Does that mean you are aroused too?"

"It certainly does Kirsty. You are a very pretty young woman and us touching each other like this has aroused me too. Do you want to find out what precum tastes like?"

"I don't know Mr Stevens, it is nice?"

"Most girls seem to think so but you should find out for yourself. Why don't you taste it on your fingers." With this Kirsty lifted her hand from my cock and slowly, perhaps nervously, brought it up to her mouth. Her tongue sneaked out between her lips and the tip cautiously touched her finger. She looked pensive for a moment or two and then smiled.

"Its OK, quite nice actually, a little salty but not nasty or anything."

"I'm glad you like it, perhaps I can show you how girls can make men very happy with their mouths and tongues. But first I think we should get your soaking wet bikini off young lady." With this I put both hands on the sides of her bikini bottoms and pushed then down.

This was not easy as she was so much shorter than I was and I had to bend down a little, Kirsty helped by wriggling her legs and in no time her bottoms had been kicked off and were on the floor beside us.

She was now only wearing her football shirt and trainers.

"That's better." I moved close to her again, she was back touching my cock, exploring it with her fingers lightly stroking it and for the first time I was able to have unrestricted access to her pussy and bottom.

As before I moved one hand behind her to stroke her perfect bottom and the other started at her hip and then moved down and across, sliding over her stomach towards her exposed pussy. The tension between us was almost palpable now, neither of us seemed capable of breath we were so intent on each other's touch.

My fingers continued downward, over the area where her pubic hair would shortly be growing, She was almost completely smooth with just a little downy hair starting and then I touched her engorged and wet slit for the first time.

Kirsty gasped, gripped my cock tighter and even flinched as my finger glided over her little clitoris protected in its hood of flesh and then down to run the whole length of her outer lips.

She was sopping wet and I could even feel wetness on the insides of her thighs she had leaked so much. As I drew my finger back up along her opening I pressed a little more firmly and my finger disappeared between her labia, totally engulfed in the virginal flesh of her pussy.

She seemed to wobble as if her legs were giving way and she passed her free arm around my waist to hold herself up and she let out a deep involuntary moan.

"Do you like that Kirsty? Do you like my finger touching you there?" She did not reply but just gripped my cock more firmly and started to stroke its length. It's funny how her increasing arousal caused her to focus on my cock more.

I found the smoothness of her pussy delectable and fascinating and I continued to gently explore her gradually allowing my middle finger to pass through her lips to the very entrance of her pussy. She started to make reflex movements with her hips, encouraging my finger to explore further.

In the meantime my other hand wandered up her back lifting her shirt with it and then round to the front to play with her breasts and nipples again. Kirsty was now not only pushing her hips forward onto my finger but was at the same time trying to bend my cock down towards her pussy.

Good luck with that, I thought. It was like an iron bar and there was no way she was going to be able to bend it but I understood what she was trying to do.

She clearly wanted more and it was now time to go the last remaining part of the way. To take her fully. Her pussy, although very wet, felt pretty tight on my finger and I was not sure she would be able to handle me but it was clear that this was what she wanted.

Using just my one free hand I managed to lift her shirt up and over her head, she was now just wearing her trainers and nothing else. With my finger still pressed into her pussy I wrapped my other arm across her bare back so that I could lift her and rest her bottom on the windowsill.

Anyone outside would have had a fantastic view but as there were no houses behind mine and her garden was empty there was no one to watch us.

Kirsty was now sitting much higher up and it was easy for me to bend over slightly and very gently and tenderly plant little kisses across her neck and on to the top of her chest. As my head moved down she arched her back pushing her small and pert little breasts forward and into my mouth.

I kissed, nibbled and sucked on them causing a reaction that I really think she didn't expect. Her head went back sharply enough to bang against the glass of the window and her moans had changed to a sort of mewing sound. She had let go of my cock and her arms were now around my back feeling its breadth and rubbing up and down the muscles of my shoulders. She had also wrapped her legs around my waist.

She was completely lost in the moment and was pulling me forward with her heels. As she was higher than she was before my cock was no longer pressing into her belly but was right by her pussy. Unfortunately, as I had bent to take her breasts in my mouth my hips had moved back but still the very tip of my cock was now nudging her lips.

Now was the moment.

I lifted my head from her chest and moved my hips forward slightly so I could straighten my back. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered very quietly.

"Tell me exactly what you want now Kirsty. Did you just want to get your football?" She shook her head slightly.

"Pardon, I didn't hear that."

"No Mr Stevens."

"Oh right, so if it is not your football you want what is it? Perhaps you want to try my beer, seeing that you are all grown up now." Again she shook her head.

"Hmmmmm?"

"No Mr Stevens ." As she said this I started to move my hips forward so that the head of my cock rubbed up the whole length of her wet slit and nudged her engorged clit before I moved back again.

"Well there must be something else you want." Again I moved my hips forward and ran the length of her pussy. She could take no more. She reached between us and again took hold of my cock and moved it until the bulbous head was right in the entrance of her pussy.

"Please Mr Stevens, I want this."

"You want this?" as I said the last word I pushed firmly forward and my cock head started to force its way into her pussy.

"Unggggh." Her back arched and she pushed forwards against me and the head was then in her. Just the head, nothing more. She let out a deep moan.

"Oh my God, its huge."

"What is Kirsty? This?" again I pushed forward on the last word and a little more of me entered her. She flinched but immediately opened her legs wider still, as wide as they would go.

"Oh God yes but so big." I moved my head so that my lips were only a fraction of an inch from hers then lightly touching and I started to very carefully move my hips backwards and forwards so that the inch or two of my cock that was in her was moving in and out of her.

After a few minutes she seemed to relax more and I started gradually lengthening my strokes, she was getting used to the feel and I was moving much more freely inside her but still only in the entrance to her pussy; and then I felt her barrier. She clearly still had her hymen in tact and I would have to change that.

"So if you don't want your football and you don't want to try my beer what do you want from me?"

She voice was breathless and small. "I want you in me. All of you, all the way."

"You want me in you? Do you mean you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes - please. I want you to fuck me to fill me, to take me."

With that I put my hands on her sides under her little beasts and lifted her off the windowsill. I was now holding her weight and she had her legs around my waist with about an inch of my cock still buried in her pussy entrance.

I leant forward and kissed her. With a little encouragement she opened her mouth to allow my probing tongue to enter. We melted into each other kissing passionately.

I started to slightly move my hips backwards and forwards again and then when I was almost out of her I broke our kiss and stayed with my lips almost touching hers.

"This might hurt for a moment Kirsty." With that I loosened my hold with my hands and at the same time thrust forward with my hips. I passed through her barrier with barely a hesitation and immediately had 4 inches buried inside her.

The pain hit her and she opened her mouth to cry out, I pressed my mouth to hers again to smother her pain with another deep and passionate kiss. I slowly pulled back again before plunging into her once more.

Over a half a dozen strokes I managed to get my full length into her. She was breathing in ragged gasps, she had broken our kiss when I had started to build some rhythm. Her head was now tilted back, her eyes were shut and her nipples were erect and raised from her chest like little bullets.

"So big, so full, oh my God that feels so good." I took control now and started to fuck her properly I wasn't sure we could do this standing so I turned and moved across to the bed without disengaging for a moment.

I lowered her down onto her back and with most of my weight on my hands I started to give her long deep and hard thrusts. I had lost all control and was pounding her tiny little pussy.

She was totally lost in the new sensations she was experiencing. She was making incoherent animal sounds, moans and mewing sounds and then when I thrust my full length into her she would grunt.

She started to writhe beneath me, her head rocking from side to side and I could feel her pussy get even more moist and start to spasm on my cock. She was nearly there, nearly at her first proper orgasm, whatever she may have experienced at her own hand was not comparable to what she was feeling now.

Her tightness was too much for me and I could feel my own climax building - that fantastic feeling that builds at the base of your cock and you know you are going to come soon.

"Oh God, more, fuck me, unggghh."

"I am going to cum Kirsty do you want to feel my cum in you?"

"Oh yes, fill me, cum in me, fuck me." Each word was punctuated by another thrust from my hips and then she came.

It started with her shuddering and shaking, her pussy started to spasm and squeeze my cock and she seemed to be able to open her legs just a little bit wider to enable me to get that little bit deeper into her. And I could hold back no more.

I felt my cum rising to that point of no return, with two last long deep thrusts I forced myself as far into her as possible and exploded; more cum than I had ever had and a stronger orgasm that I had ever experience. I forced rope after rope of thick cum deep into her newly opened pussy, leaving it right at the entrance to her immature womb as far in as possible.

It took a few minutes for us both to come down from the high and for our breathing to return to something like normal.

I rolled onto the bed beside Kirsty and wrapped her tenderly in my arms. She snuggled into my embrace, nestled against my chest with our legs intertwined. After a moment of contentment I lifted her chin with my hand and kissed her fully on the lips, intimately but without the passion, which had, for now at least, been released.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"More than I dreamt possible, if that is what sex is like why isn't everyone doing it all the time?"

"Perhaps they are but you are just not realising. And there is much more to it than what we have just done. I have only just introduced you to the subject and there is much for you to learn."

"Oh." Kirsty yelped and sat up suddenly looking between her legs.

"I felt something coming out of me."

We both looked at her beautiful, bald pussy and saw a trickle of my cum leaking from her - there was a little pink colour to it from her cherry when I had taken it.

"How does it feel?"

"A little sore and very stretched - I did not think I could take something as big as that. But it's a lovely feeling." Kirsty snuggled into my embrace again.

We kissed and explored each other's bodies for another hour or so and then Kirsty dressed and went home to make sure she was there when her parents returned.

Over that summer we met whenever she could safely get away, Kirsty was a very quick learner and had no limits to what she would try.....but that's for another day.


When Kirsty left after our first sexual encounter I stayed naked and wandered from my bedroom to the lovely big shower I had in my en suite bathroom. As the hot cascade of water washed over me I had some moments of guilt, had I coerced her, had I pushed her to do something she did not want to do?

Then I played the encounter over in my head again and realised that whilst I did push things forward, she had been a more than willing participant and after all she had initiated everything with her apparent need or desire to stare at my crotch as I sunbathed. Of course reliving the event in my head caused me to harden as I soaped myself and before long I was fully hard again.

I leant against the tiled wall of the shower and brought myself to another climax. I was surprised at the intensity, my knees almost gave way, also that I had managed to cum again so soon after I had filled Kirsty. It normally took me far longer to recover; I was clearly hyper-aroused by the whole affair.

As I stood at my bedroom window towelling myself dry I watched Kirsty come out into her garden with her football again, this time she was wearing shorts as well as her Spurs top. I wondered if the bikini bottoms had been just for my benefit?

I spent ten minutes or so admiring the grace with which she moved and the obvious skill she had with the football - there was definitely no need for the ball to have come into my garden so often earlier. Kirsty glanced occasionally towards my garden and once looked up to the window I was standing in. I smiled down at her and a knowing smile drifted across her face.

Before she could properly acknowledge me her head turned sharply towards her house, a moment later her mother came into the garden and gave her a hug, clearly just back from work again. As Kirsty hugged her Mum she looked over her shoulder and blew me a very obvious kiss.

I think that was all the answer I needed. I had no need to feel guilt about forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. She was of course so young that I could still get into a heap of trouble but I clearly had not coerced her.

Once dry I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of light trousers and spent the rest of the day between the garden and the kitchen, occasionally seeing Kirsty over the low hedge between our gardens but mostly just getting on with the jobs I had to do.

When I went to bed that night I had to, again, bring myself off to release the sexual tension I felt. The experience with Kirsty had been so intense that I could think of little else and I wondered, and hoped, that there may be other chances over the last few days that I had off work.

The following morning I woke refreshed after a good night's sleep, one of the best nights I had had for a while. I decided to stay at home again as there were a number of jobs I had to do, to mow the lawn and to do a few little DIY jobs around the house that had stacked up.

The weather was glorious again so I just wore a pair of canvas cut offs that came just below my knee and a baggy shirt. The cut offs were the sort you could wear if you wanted to look like a pirate and indeed I had worn them before at fancy dress parties. They were lovely and baggy and loose, so loose that I could pull them down without undoing the buttons or fly if I wanted to.

Ideal for doing jobs on a hot summer's day.

About mid morning I was pushing my mower around the garden when Kirsty's father John called to me from across the hedge. I turned the machine off and wandered over to him.

"Hi David, how are you?"

"Fine thanks John, and you?"

"Oh I'm fine although I have a really messed up schedule this week. I had a full night last night and have not had much sleep as I am back in after lunch for a late shift so I will probably be totally exhausted by the time I get home late this evening."

"The downside of shift work I suppose."

"Exactly, but I was thinking, as the weather is so good I thought I would fire up the barbie for Kirsty and me at lunchtime and wondered if you wanted to join us?"

"That's a really kind offer, if you are sure it's ok I would love to join you. Can I bring anything?"

"No need, I am not doing anything fancy, I'll give you a shout when it's ready."

"OK, if I'm not in the garden I will be in the house somewhere so either give me a shout or send Kirsty over to come and find me."

"OK, I'll see you later."

I went back to finish the lawn and then went into the house to wait for lunch. I didn't want to be in shouting distance as it would be fun to have Kirsty come and find me. Not only did I still feel horny but I also felt naughty and adventurous, this might be fun.

About 30 minutes later I smelt freshly lit charcoal - like me John did things right, no lazy gas barbecue for him but good old fashioned charcoal. I knew that in about another 30-40 minutes it would be ready and he would be calling me.

I popped up stairs and had a quick shower to freshen up, when I dressed I put a pair of tight, figure hugging, trunks on under the cut offs, something that would show my package off well if I pulled my cut offs down. I really hoped I would have a chance to show Kirsty.

I was upstairs when, right on cue, I heard John calling from the garden. I watched through my bedroom window, out of sight from him until I saw Kirsty weaving her way through the gap in the hedge to come and find me.

I moved to the stairs and started down towards to kitchen. I could hear Kirsty calling for me and was most of the way down when she walked through from the kitchen.

"Oh, there you are Mr Stevens. Dad says that lunch is nearly ready."

She stood at the bottom of the stairs looking slightly up at me as I hooked my fingers in the waist band of my cut offs and slowly pulled them down to reveal my mostly erect cock tightly constrained in my trunks. The shape of it was clear to see in a rather crude way.

Kirsty gasped and then looked nervously back through to kitchen to see if her father was in sight. When she turned back to me I had come down to the very bottom step. I reached out and lightly held her right wrist and moved her hand forward and straight onto my erection.

She moaned and immediately started to feel the outline of my manhood staring straight at it.

"So, you want more of this do you?"

She swallowed audibly and after checking again through the kitchen she looked at me and nodded.

"You want my hard cock?" again the slight nod.

"When is you mother home today?"

"She is working later than usual Mr Stevens and won't be back until nearly 7.00"

"In which case Kirsty, I think you can have this later after your father goes to work. If you really want it that is."

Her reply was as much a moan as it was spoken words and was accompanied but a further stroking of me through the material of my trunks.

"Oh God yes Mr Stevens, I have thought of little else since yesterday."

"OK let's go and join your Dad."

I pulled my cut offs up again, checked that my hard on was not obvious (another advantage of the tight trunks) and walked past Kirsty towards the garden.

"Come on then." and with that I was through the kitchen and into the garden.

"Sorry John, I was doing some jobs upstairs and I think Kirsty was a little shy to come and find me. Bless her."

"She's a good kid and growing into quite a young lady."

"I'm sure she is and she does you credit."

"That's kind of you David; did you hear that Kirsty? David thinks you are become quite the young lady."

"Thank you Mr Stevens, that's very nice of you."

"Please, call me David, we are neighbours after all."

Kirsty looked at me and blushed as only young girls can, cute enough to melt an old man's heart.

"David, we have burgers or hot dogs or both, they are nearly ready if you want to get your buns ready."

I went to the table where everything was laid out but on the way I realised that neither John nor I had a drink.

"John, I'm going to pop a cold one for myself, would you like one?"

"I'd love one but am off to work straight after lunch so I had better had a soft drink thanks all the same."

"No problem. Kirsty, would you be a sweetie and pop into my kitchen and bring me a beer from the fridge and cans of pop for you and your Dad."

Kirsty turned and went back through the hedge to my kitchen. She was only a moment or two and then was back out with a can of larger for me and a coke each for herself and her Dad. She came and joined us where we were at the barbecue and squeezed in between her Dad and me.

She held our drinks up to us and while her Dad leant over to kiss her on the cheek I ran my free hand over the curve of her bottom and down into the gap between her legs. Even through the skirt she was wearing I could feel the heat of her pussy. I guessed that she was pretty aroused. I certainly was.

I only touched her for a brief moment before returning my attention to the meat cooking on the barbecue as if nothing had happened. John dished up the burgers and hotdogs and we all moved over to the table on the decking at the back of their house.

Kirsty sat next to her Dad and I was across from them on the other side of the table. We chatted easily between us, John made sure that we included Kirsty in the conversation and asked her to tell us how her football season had gone.

Once we had finished eating John went and made himself a coffee and Kirsty brought another beer for me and a coke for herself this time from their fridge.

"Kirsty, are you sure you want another coke dear, it will go right through you, you know. You'll be peeing all afternoon if you are not careful" John admonished her as he sat back and enjoyed his coffee.

"I'll be fine Dad, stop worrying about me." this was accompanied by typically teenaged raised eyes, as if he was always going on at her.

"Sorry dear, I know you are much more grown up now but old habits die hard." Kirsty leant back in her seat but she also brought her feet up to the seat beside her bum. They were demurely kept together so her modesty was protected but it gave me a lovely view of the length of her legs.

I should explain what Kirsty was wearing. She had a simple white blouse that came to her waist but not long enough to tuck into her skirt, she did not seem to be wearing a bra or vest of any sort. The simple denim shirt she had on was not short and fell just about to her knees.

As she sat with her feet in the seat beside her bottom and her knees hugged to her chest she was able to pull her skirt down so that it was just over her knees. With both her thighs and her shins pressed together she was protecting her modest and although I could admire how long and slim her legs were I could not see anything more.

I was chatting to John about nothing very much, just enjoying a few minutes rest after a good feed, I was conscious that she was staring at me quite intently. I glanced over to her and she choose that moment, no doubt deliberately, to move her feet apart so that they were at opposite sides on the chair seat. Her thighs were still held close together but her shins were now not. Instead they were framing a triangle through which I could look straight at the gusset of her panties.

As her Dad was sitting a little behind her he saw nothing untoward but from where I was I had a fabulous view of her panties, bulging obviously with her sex. They were simple plain cotton knickers with a little piece of lace edging, they were faded pink as if they were not new and had been washed pretty often. The sort of knickers that any young girl would wear and in no way "sexy". It was not easy to concentrate on what John was saying with such a delectable view in front of my eyes but I don't think he noticed.

After a couple of minutes he got up and went to the barbecue to make sure the coals were bedded down nicely and he took all the dirty cookware in to the kitchen. No doubt, like most blokes, he expected his wife to clean them later.

While he was away from the table Kirsty took the opportunity to part her knees as far as her skirt would allow. She created a sort of tent with the skirt and I was able now to also see the front of her panties and the base of her tummy. I nearly choked when I realised that on the front panel she had the Rolling Stones logo, large red lips with a long tongue sticking out, the tongue came nearly to the top of her very obvious cameltoe. Maybe not girlie and innocent knickers after all. It looked like a very direct invitation.

"OK David, I am going to have to head to work now. No need for you to rush away if you want to relax with your beer. Kirsty will be fine here on her own until her mother gets back at about 7.00. Is it OK for her to come over if she needs anything?"

I was locked eye to eye with Kirsty as I replied. "Of course John, anytime. I would be delighted to help." As John was not looking at me I raised an eyebrow in a clear signal too her. The way she blushed made it clear that she had understood the double meaning.

"There you are Kirsty, you heard David, if there is anything you need or if you are not comfortable on your own just pop over and see him. Right, well that's me done. I'm off to work. Bye."

He kissed Kirsty on the top of her head, of course her legs were demurely together again, he waved at me as he disappeared into the house for the last time. Kirsty and I were still looking at each other when we heard the front door slam followed by the car starting and heading off. As the engine noise died away in the distance an intense silence fell on the garden, you could have cut the air with a knife.

Without breaking eye contact Kirsty slowly parted her knees again. This time she also reached both her hands above her head and stretched pushing her small budding breasts against the near transparent material of her blouse. I was aware of this in my peripheral vision as vague movement. I slowly allowed my eyes to drift down her body taking in her nipples pressed against her blouse and clearly erect and then moving down to her panties tight pressed against the mount of her sex with her lips and mons clearly discernible.

I was also pretty certain that there was a darker wet spot in the middle of her gusset. Was she really getting wet just sitting there and showing her panties to me? Was it me staring at her that aroused her or the act of flashing herself or perhaps it was the knowledge that we were alone for the next 5 hours or so until her mother came home?

It was warm now and my second beer had slid down without resistance, the idea of time alone, without interruption, with Kirsty was delicious and I was now pretty hard just sitting there looking at her. I was sure that if I just asked her we would pick up where we had left off yesterday but I wanted to repeat the process of a slower seduction. I had enjoyed making her initiate the contact between us yesterday and wanted to play a similar flirting game today.

Still holding Kirsty in an intense gaze I stood up, making no attempt to hide my obvious erection I walked around the table to stand in front of her looking down at her. I casually rested my hands on her knees allowing my thumb to gently caress the skin at the top of her lower leg.

"I have some jobs to do in the garden. Do you have any plans this afternoon? If not you can help me if you like."

She smiled slightly. "OK if you think I can help you."

"I am sure you will be fine."

I turned casually away and headed towards my garden. "Come on then Kirsty, no time like the present."

She followed me through the hedge and onto my property. I really did have jobs to do although I would have been perfectly able to do them on my own but I wanted Kirsty near me. I wanted to be able to discretely admire her but most importantly I wanted her to see me and be close to me. I wanted her to admire my strength and I suppose my body too.

We did of course find reason to casually touch each other in passing, absolutely nothing sexual but charged all the same and then as I started to get hot with the work and I felt my sweat start to run I took off my top. I could have sworn that I heard a sharp in take of breath at the sight of my muscular chest and stomach. We had been working for perhaps 45 minutes when I called a break.

"Right Kirsty I think we have both earned a reward, could you pop to the kitchen and get us both a drink?" she dutifully went into the house and emerged a moment later with another beer for me and a coke for herself.

We stood in the sun enjoying the warmth, both of us hot from the work, we were quiet but not distant from each other. I liked the fact that she seemed comfortable with silence between us. She fairly quickly finished her coke, perhaps she was thirsty after our work.

"David? Could I try your beer? Dad has never let me try it before."

"Feeling all grown up again today are we?" she blushed at the clear double meaning.

"Am I not grown up enough in your eyes?" a good answer and a delight that she was wanting to play this flirting game with me.

I took the beer bottle from my lips and looked at her. "Sure, why not? But I warn you that you may not like it."

I held the bottle out to her which meant that she had to come over to me to get it, as she reached for it I brought it back slightly towards me so that she had to stand pretty close. I could smell her clean hair and although she was also sweating she had a clean and fresh odour that was rather attractive.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a tiny sip. She paused and took another longer pull.

"Hey, that's not bad, I wasn't sure I would like it but it's nice."

I laughed "Funnily enough I rather like it myself, and that's my beer you are scoffing."

I reached for it but as I did she pulled it back from me. We were now almost touching, very close.

"You're not going to deprive me of such a small amount of your beer are you, I was just starting to enjoy exploring this whole grown up thing." Again a comment loaded with double meaning.

The bottle was only half full and I thought it would do her no harm. "Oh go on then but you had better get me a replacement as I am still thirsty. I turned her by her shoulders pointing her towards the kitchen and patted her on her bottom to send her on her way.

She giggled and almost skipped her way back into the kitchen clearly very pleased to have been given the rest of the bottle.

While she was away I peeled off my cut offs and sat back in my lounger to enjoy the heat of the afternoon. She came out and stood in front of me to the side of the lounger, about level with my waist. She gave me my fresh beer and took another sip of hers. I was pleased to note that she had not rushed her beer and there was still plenty left. I didn't want her being sick or anything and I was pretty sure that his really was her first beer.

"So you like the beer huh?"

"Yer, it's not bad actually, a bit bitter and I am more used to sweet drinks but I guess I could get used to it."

"Probably best not to tell you Dad I gave it to you. He may not think you are ready for that."

"I think there is quite a lot that he wouldn't think I am ready for.....but he would be wrong." The message was clear enough, yesterday's fun was something she definitely thought she was ready for and wanted to repeat.

While we were chatting I noticed that she was a little uncomfortable standing there, she was sort of moving from foot to foot. I guessed after three cans of coke and almost half a bottle of beer that she was needing a pee. This could be a good tease, see how long I could make her hold out. I can be pretty juvenile sometimes but I thought it would be fun.

Standing where she was the sun was almost directly behind her but not quite, so I was having to squint up at her and to hold one hand above my eye to block the sun out.

"Kirsty, could you move to your right a bit so that the sun isn't directly in my eyes?" She leant over the lounger but couldn't get quite far enough and looked very uncomfortable.

"A bit further please. Look, it might be easier to stand across the lounger." She reached her right leg over the lounger and was then perfectly placed to completely block the sun from my face and I was able to look at her without squinting. This was, naturally, no accident as I had placed the lounger deliberately so that this could happen.

"That's perfect, thank you." she was still up by my waist but now with her legs parted, straddling the lounger. She was actually right above the top of my thighs, just below my crotch. With my tight trunks on she could clearly see that it was again hard and showing very obviously.

I noticed her attempts to subtly glance at me, not very subtle really as she tried to enjoy the view. Time to increase the teasing.

"You know Kirsty you really have very nice legs, must be all the football you play, such a pity to hide them with that skirt." As I said this I put my beer down and reached up with both my hands and started to caress her lower legs, from her ankles up over her calf muscles to behind her knees.

"They looked better when you were wearing you bikini bottoms yesterday."

"Really, I didn't think you had noticed David." There was a knowing smile behind that comment and she rather blatantly looked at my trunks.

"You do seem to be rather enjoying the view." As she had been before she was starting to wiggle a little from side to side, I think her bladder was sending her increasingly urgent messages.

"Why don't you raise your skirt so that I can admire your legs, you do like me looking at them don't you?" She nodded and moved her hands to the hem of her skirt.

"You mean like this?" with which she slowly raised it until it was bunched up around her waist and I could again see her pink panties with their very suggestive lips and tongue.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking of. Such lovely legs but such naughty knickers. If I was your father I would put you over my knee and spank your bottom for being so naughty." She dramatically raised her eyebrows at this and again the hint of a smile, so she had thought about that sort of thing too, worth noting for the future but for now I had other ideas.

She was looking increasingly uncomfortable now and had started to bite her bottom lip.

"You look uncomfortable, are you OK?"

"I'm fine, it's just the coke and beer working its way through, I really need the loo. Can I go in and use yours?"

"No." That surprised her.

"I want you to stay and finish your beer, call it a punishment for wearing such naughty knickers, it would serve you right if you wet them."

"Oh God, I don't think I can, I really need to go."

"Stay there and finish your drink." I sat up, so that now my hands could run up and down her thighs both stimulating her and also holding her where she was. It also brought my face to a level with her panties and only a few inches away.

"Go on, drink your beer."

She actually moaned when she raised the bottle to her lips again but she drank some. It took her a good 5 minutes to drain the bottle and she was really jiggling about now. My hands were running up and down the back of her thighs and reaching through to the sensitive skin on her inner thigh right up by her panties.

"There, can I go now?"

"No, I want you to stay longer, to see how long you can hold out for. See if you can last while I count to 100."

"You're kidding. Please no."

"One, two, three...." I was in no hurry and was dragging it out. Kirsty was moving her hips back and forward and side to side to try and ease the pressure on her bladder and had a really pained look on her face. She was still holding her skirt up so I still had a fabulous view to enjoy.

"Twenty one, twenty two, ...."

"Are you going to make it?"

"No way, I can't."

"Just think how heavenly it will feel to let go, the pleasure and relief will be intense. Such satisfaction."

"Uuuuunnngh."

"The release of pressure, your bladder emptying."

"Pleeeease, this is too much, let me go."

"Thirty five, thirty six....."

"Imagine how good it will feel to let go."

"I can't hold any longer. I have to go and now."

"Don't move." I was very stern and at the same time I gripped the back of her thighs to hold her still."

"Arrrrrggggghhhh. No......" With my face just a few inches from the front of her panties I had a perfect view as she finally lost control. I had never even thought about 'water sports' before and never thought that such a thing would be erotic, but it was fascinating to see the darker patch appear just below the tongue on her panties. It quickly spread between her legs and then after a short delay I could see it running down her thighs.

I could smell its saltiness and warmth, it wasn't strong and was probably very dilute due to everything she had drunk. It didn't seem dirty at all but it was massively erotic and I was very hard indeed. Kirsty's head was bowed in embarrassment and she was biting her lip again but she couldn't stop herself from sighing deeply as the relief washed over her.

"Sit down Kirsty, now." I pulled her down onto my lap, making sure that she landed right on top of my erection and as she sat I pushed my hips up so that my arousal was pressing against her. I could feel the warmth of her pee running over my trunks and between my thighs.

"I bet that feels fantastic, all that pressure released, such a feeling of satisfaction." she moaned again as she continued to pee and ground her hips forward over my cock, now wet with her piss. Still she continued to pee, there seemed no end to it and my crotch and thighs were now also soaked.

"I can't describe how good it feels, it's such a relief, and you feel so hard, does it turn you on?"

"To my surprise it does, it feels warm and very erotic. Does it turn you on too?"

"Yessssss, more than I can believe. I think I am wet and I don't mean from the pee." She finally stopped and relaxed into my lap.

"Stand up now, here beside the lounger." she stood with her legs slightly apart because her panties were drooping in the crotch due to the weight of the wet material.

"Let's get these off you before you start to get cold." I reached up and peeled her soaking knickers down until she could kick them off. I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt which also fell to the ground at her feet.

"My trunks are also wet, take them off for me." it was an instruction rather than a request. She used both hands to grip the waist and I lifted my hips to ease their passage down my legs, as they came down my cock sprang up, as hard as I had ever been and shiny wet with her urine.

"Stand across the lounger again Kirsty." Another instruction which she complied with immediately. This whole experience seemed to have given me a different level of control over her. Of course she was young and I was an adult, even a father figure but this was different. It was a sort of compliance that had a sexual edge to it as if she would do whatever I asked of her.

She was now stood in front at me, still level with my waist but now with only her thin white blouse on. I leant forward again gripping her thighs from behind, I pulled her towards me and moved my head forward at the same time until I was almost touching her nearly hairless pussy. She was definitely aroused, her lips were puffy and there was a moist shine further back from where she had peed.

With my nose just millimetres from her I took a long deep sniff, and gave a deep and satisfied moan. My tongue snaked out and licked up the front half of her slit catching the last few remaining drips of urine waiting to drop. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, slightly salty but not pungent or dirty, it was actually a rather subtle taste.

She reached down and pulled my head forward with her hands increasing the strength of contact between us. She pushed her hips forward and my tongue traced further back and into her pussy. There was a different taste and feel here, more slippery and a clear flavour of arousal, there was no hiding her reaction. After licking her clean, all around her pussy including the inside of her thighs, I could not wait a moment longer, my desire was a physical ache.

"Sit down Kirsty." My hands on her hips helped her to lower herself down and onto my lap. My cock lay trapped between us, lined up perfectly along the line of her pussy. With guidance from me she started to slide and grind herself along my length delivering stimulation directly to her clitoris. Without reducing the contact between us I pulled her forward until her head was resting on my chest. I kissed her hair and ran my hands over her bare bottom while allowing her to continue stimulating herself against me.

Both of us revelled in the memory of what had just happened. The build up of tension in Kirsty as her need rose and then peaked with the joy of release tainted by natural embarrassment and then surrender. Through this there had also been a change in the balance between us. Despite her rising need she was absolutely obedient to me. It was something more than the fact that I was a grown up, it was far more of a submission, an acceptance that what I asked or her, no, demanded of her, was ultimately for her good.

She felt that through the pain of denial when her instinct was to simply go to the toilet in the house and then the almost orgasmic release when she finally overcame her inhibitions and emptied her bladder on us both. The combination of pleasure from the release and rising sexual arousal added another element. I was sure that she would play similar games again, perhaps on her own but hopefully with me also.

I had also learned through this, I had never sought sexual pleasure through water games before, I had never felt any desire to. I'm not a prude and it's not that I disapproved but it had never been something that attracted me, I now realised that the dominance element was arousing for me and the act of controlling her so firmly that she had no choice but to wet herself was stimulating. The fact that she then released herself over me too was a surprising additional pleasure. I enjoyed the feeling of her warm urine running over my crotch. The subtle and mild taste of the small amount I tried was also unexpectedly nice.

"Mmmmmm" Kirsty sighed, vibrating against my chest, I was sure that she had experienced as much pleasure as I had. We lay there for a few minutes, the only movement between us the slight back and forth of her hips over my crotch, I did not want us to loose the high that we had just experienced , indeed my contentment did nothing to reduce my aroused state which was being reinforced by her continued stimulation.

"Take your shirt off Kirsty." Obediently she sat up and took her shirt off over her head. I moved my hands from her hips to the sides of her chest just under her now exposed breasts. I pulled her forward until I could take first one nipple and then the other into my mouth, running my tongue around its erect shape to ensure that they sat up pert and hard. She moaned and leant her head back.

With my mouth still running over her chest I moved my hands back to her hips and gripped her firmly and guided her back and forth along the length of my cock. Much though I wanted to penetrate her again as I had yesterday I did not want that to happen here in the garden. Although private there was always the very slight risk that one of her parents would return unexpectedly or that we would some how or other be seen.

"I think we should go inside now don't you?"

"Yes David. Are you going to put it in me again?"

"Not if you don't use the right names I wont. Ask me properly."

"Will you put your big hard cock inside me again David?"

"Better but what is that called?" As we were having this discussion I swung me legs over the side of the lounger without disturbing Kirsty from my lap.

"Will you fuck me with your big hard cock David?"

"What a good idea Kirsty. Would you like that?" In response she leant forward and kissed me fully on the lips - nothing "little girl" in this kiss.

Without breaking our kiss I cupped my hands under her delectable bottom and in one movement stood and took her weight. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we continued to kiss as I walked with her across the garden and into the kitchen. All the time my fully erect cock was nudging at the entrance to her pussy and I cold feel her vaginal juices running down my cock and onto my balls.

Carrying Kirsty like this was no problem at all, she was so small and light that it took almost no effort and anyway she held some of her weight on with her hands around my neck.

Once we were in the kitchen and out of sight of any accidental interruptions I leant her back against a blank piece of wall, moving one hand under her bottom to take her weight I moved the other to my cock so that I could hold its base and guide the head to the entrance of her pussy.

Like this I first rubbed the head up and down her pussy smearing it with her juices so that it was nicely lubricated, at the same time it forced her lips apart in readiness for what was to come. Taking my hand away I gentle lowered her down onto my cock. She sighed as the first couple of inches pushed into her - much easier than yesterday but still very tight.

It felt fantastic to have the head of my cock buried in her pussy and I had to resist the urge to just plunge my full length into her. But that was not what I wanted - I wanted something more delicious more tender and something that would tease at the same time.

Once my cock was securely in the tight glove of her pussy I moved back off the wall and took her full weight again. After a little adjustment I had my arms underneath her knees taking her weight. Like this I walked down the hall to the stairs.

"Do you want to come to my bedroom again Kirsty?"

"Oh yes David, I want you to fuck me on your big bed."

"Alright, seeing as you have asked nicely..."

I started up the stairs; now I could have glided up smoothly but instead I took very deliberate steps almost bouncing my way up so that with each step my cock thrust further into her and then withdrew. By the time we were half way up I was giving her my full length again and she was grunting and gasping each time my pole embedded itself in her little pussy.

She was stretched, she was massively stimulated and she was clearly starting to build to her first orgasm. She was now vigorously bouncing up and down on my cock impaling herself rhythmically as I topped the stairs and walked towards my bedroom.

When I was standing by my bed I pulled her up off my cock which reluctantly left her with a clear slurping sound, she was so juiced up and groaned in frustration as I withdrew. I dropped her on the bed and then quickly turned her slight body until she was face down on her hands and knees.

"Something a little different for you today Kirsty." I lifted her hips up until her bottom was sticking up as much as possible and then I knelt behind her and started planting tiny, delicate little kisses all over the back of her thighs. I approached her sex and even tasted her juices on the inside of her thighs but I avoided actually touching her expectant lips and pussy.

I raised my hands to her buttocks and rather forcefully pushed her buttocks apart exposing her tight little brown rosebud. It was so pretty, puckered and hairless that I could not resist tickling it with the very tip of my tongue. She was incapable of stopping herself from moaning.

"Oh God David that feels amazing. Don't stop, please." I continued to tickle her, just touching her puckered ring with the tip of my tongue and then I stopped, moving my head back a little. She wiggled her bottom trying to find my tongue again.

In response I just blew gently on her ring and down across her pussy - she moaned. Then with no warning I licked firmly from just behind her pussy up and across her rosebud and on up her bottom crack. Then down again to repeat, pushing firmly with my tongue. Always licking from front to back and gradually increasing the pressure of my tongue. Then on the 4th or 5th pass I made my tongue narrow and rigid and pushed hard against her ring, managing to get it to open ever so slightly.

She groaned with pleasure and rolled her hips. I hummed while my mouth was still in contact with her and she moaned again.

"So you like that do you Kirsty?"

"It feels wow David, I never imagined my bottom cold give me pleasure but I want more, please don't stop."

"Seeing your pretty bottom sticking up like that have given me other ideas Kirsty." With this I stood up and firmly grasped her by the hips, she was the perfect height for my cock to slip into her well lubricated pussy and she was ready for me courtesy of our little walk up the stairs.

I touched my cock against her pussy entrance which was still a little open from when we have come up the stairs and felt the intense heat radiating from her. It was delicious as my cock head slipped easily into the warm and moist tightness of her sex. I paused with just my head inside her and teased her with a few tiny little short strokes.

"Does that feel good?" She nodded as she buried her head in the bed cover.

"Do you want a little more?" I was still teasing her with slight movement.

"God yes David, please don't tease me, I want all of you in me."

"You want all of me, every little bit of me? Do you think you are ready for that?"

"Oh yes, please."

"OK then I think this is what you are after." On the word -this- I pulled back with my hands on her hips and pushed forwards with all my strength and buried my cock to the very hilt with one long stroke. Her head shot up and she let out a cross between a yelp and a long gasp.

I didn't give her a moment to recover or to adapt to the extra penetration that doggy style gives before I withdrew again until I almost came out of her and then slammed back in again. She felt no less tight than before but it was clear that there was little pain for her and lots of pleasure, she grunted like an animal as I reached bottom inside her.

We rapidly built a strong rhythm of long and deep strokes, no holding back, no tenderness, just animal lust, rutting like beasts. It did not take long for her breathing to start to catch and become ragged and I could feel her flow of juice increase and her pussy to start to contract around my cock. I knew she would not be long in getting her orgasm and at the same time felt mine start to build.

I just love cumming doggy style, that moment when your body instinctively wants to get even further into her so that it can deposit your potent seed as near to her cervix as possible is just exquisite and the penetration is so much better in this position.

I felt the pressure building in my balls and move to the base of my cock, the rhythm of my strokes changed.

"I going to fill you now Kirsty, do you want my cum in you?"

"Oh God yes, fuck me, fill me, I want yooooouuuuuu, oh God I cummmmminnng tooooooo." She started to grunt with every thrust and I was at her like a jack hammer now. Sweat was pouring off us both and we were making sordid wet slapping sounds as we coupled.

I came first, those last few long and deep strokes, then the pause at your deepest penetration, and then you explode inside her. Rope after rope of cum propelled out of my cock deep inside her womanhood and all over the entrance to her uterus.

It was too much for her, she could feel that juice splash against her insides and she let go herself as waves of intense feeling washed over her, she was making incoherent sounds now, just totally surrendered to her own pleasure.

I could see her hair was stuck to her neck and shoulders by a sheen of sweat and her breathing was irregular and gasping. As we both came down from our orgasms I reached out and held her shoulders, still buried deep in her and I rolled us both over onto our sides.

Spooning like this I was able to add a little tenderness and started to gently stroke her sides and round to her immature chest, feeling and stroking the raised tenderness of her nipples. I could feel myself soften in the drenched sleeve of her pussy, no longer tight as my cock shrunk and before long I popped out with an obscene wet slurping sound, which caused us both to giggle.

"You felt so big and so deep like that, it was amazing. I love it when you fill me with your cum, my mind starts to float and I think I am going to pass out."

"I am glad you like it but there is so much more for you to learn. Do you want to learn more?"

"God yes, it feels amazing and I want it all the time - I thought of nothing else since yesterday and could hardly sleep last night."

"Good, we will have to try and find occasions when we can be alone - your parents must not know as they would not approve and would put a stop to it and I don't think you want that do you?" I tweaked her nipple as I said this and she yelped and rubbed her back and bottom into my front.

"Right young lady, we should have a quick shower after your little accident outside and then you need to get back before your parents get home. I'll just get your things from outside and come and join you in the shower in a minute."

We both got up from the bed, I pointed Kirsty to the shower and pulled some shorts on. I quickly went down to the garden and collected her clothes from beside the lounger where we had abandoned them and went back up to the bathroom - I couldn't resist taking a sniff of the soaking wet knickers. Despite being drenched in Kirsty's urine they did not smell bad - this seemed like a new line of sexual adventure for me.

So I was able to learn something from my rather young neighbour despite all my years of experience. I dropped her skirt and blouse on the bed as I passed and took the knickers into the bathroom with me. The shower was running and Kirsty was in already so I peeled off the shorts I had so recently put on and joined her, knickers in hand.

The first thing I did was to thoroughly rinse her knickers, once I had squeezed them out and draped them over the heated towel rail to dry I turned to my beautiful young companion. She was quite irresistible standing there in the cascade of water, once my hands were properly lathered up I set to helping her to wash thoroughly. It's true that I may have paid particular attention to her bottom and pussy but of course that was just to make sure she was completely clean.

Our shower ended up taking a full 45 minutes as we both seemed to be easily distracted. Before we had finished Kirsty was holding another deposit of my thick semen deep inside her and had a dreamy satisfied smile on her face by the time we had finished.

She finally made it home at about 6.00 pm to make sure that she was there when her mother returned. Although my holiday time was coming to an end we both knew that this would not be the end of our meetings as we were both incapable of stopping what had started the day before. We would have to work on ways to get some private time together.

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To be continued.... please add comments if you like how this is developing and please feel free to suggest how it might continue.