“All done?”
“Yup!”
“That was quick!”
“Just the cream, stay there” He squirted the white cream from the tube, slightly concerned that the tube was almost empty, but there seemed to be enough for the area he had shaved. Starting just below her navel he massaged the cream into her skin using a circular motion that touched her clit each time. She moved slowly with him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers and anticipating how they might feel as he worked slowly lower towards her vagina. Frank took each lip in turn, his creamy fingers caressing the fine lip, teasing her vaginal entrance and dipping occasionally towards her anus. He finished the other side and determined he needed a little information from her. He squirted some cream from the tube onto her labia and massaged it lower until it covered her anus. He was delighted to note that she opened her legs a little more and showed no sign of pulling away. Bolder, he touched her tight ring and massaged the cream around the opening. The rise and fall of her chest was now obvious and he was rewarded for his exploration as her hand slid down her body and touched her clit.
“Oh goodness, so smooth!” she whispered.
“So very clean too,” said Frank as he very carefully pushed his index finger into her anus. “Feel your pussy.”
“Oh, so good! Just like a few years ago.”
“Is this what you like? Do you like to be touched here?” he asked quietly, massaging her slowly in tiny circles.
She nodded.
“And here?” he asked, pushing in about half an inch.
“Oh god yes” as she lay back, eyes closed as she tweaked her nipple.
Frank leaned down and licked the area where he had massaged the cream into her skin, flicking over her clit with his tongue while his finger remained in her anus. For several minutes he massaged her with increasing pressure and found out easily where she liked to be licked. Her movements became rapid, uncoordinated as she squirmed beneath his touch while trying to remain in contact. She whimpered continually, shrieking louder as she breathed heavily.
“Oh good god,” she said, shuddering and squirming with pleasure. He licked lower, up and down her vulva, pushing occasionally into her pussy to lap at the baby girl juices that flowed freely from her. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer as her hips rose off the cushion. “Frank!” she squealed, bucking against his mouth. “Frank, oh fuck!” she cried as he continued his regular licking and probing. A squirt of cum hit his lip as she experienced the first of her orgasms. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him tight against her throbbing clit. She shouted out to the forest as another squirt of liquid entered his mouth and her limbs suddenly locked.
He slipped the finger out of her anus and spread her pussy lips with his fingers, further revealing her swollen clit. Pushing against her pussy so as to ensure she knew she was spread wide open he probed her clit with the tip of his tongue, very lightly, teasing as she shuddered to his touch. He flicked irregularly, selecting slightly different areas each time, keeping her guessing before lapping along her clit with the flat of his tongue. Her groaning continued at the same level and he was careful to simply prolong the wait until she burst with another orgasm.
Moving up, away from her pussy, he kissed the newly-shaved area. It smelled of the moisturising cream and the smoothness of her skin against his upper lip was intoxicating. She twisted a little, pulling at his hair, her movements an unspoken complaint that he had moved away from the center of her pleasure. He kissed over the protrusion of her hip bone, down again towards the inside of her thighs and the tiny reminders of the stinging nettles. He sensed her annoyance in the guidance from her hand back towards her clit, but he ignored her, kissing from one thigh to the other while staring at her fully-aroused pussy. So tiny, so wet and such a proud clit that capped the whole enticing area.
Frank pushed his finger deep in and out of her rectum while his thumb pushed hard into her newly liberated vagina. She screamed and jerked, her sphincter pulsing with pleasure and satisfaction as she almost instantly came, shaking with a look of unadulterated shock on her face, her grip on his hair painful, desperate. Frank marveled at the response of the little girl, his cock hard, pressed against the mattress, wet with his own potential emission. As she calmed down he slowly slid his finger out of her anus, overjoyed to hear her deep groan of pleasure as his nail deliberately scratched against the tight opening. His thumb slipped out of her similarly, allowing more thick nectar to drip down onto the cushion. She rolled over slowly and curled up, hugging herself as the dappled sunlight played over her happy young body.
He slid the cushion onto the grass and lay down beside her, pulling her close but trying to avoid letting her feel his stiff cock against her buttocks. He kissed her shoulder and up into her long blonde hair as she smiled with his attention. He touched her back, feeling the dip where her shoulder blades were and rubbed again along the length of her spine. His fingers traced the boney ridges from her neck down to the beginning of her buttocks and he rested his head on his arm as he explored her body. Her little feet twitched occasionally, her toes flexing, moving to a rhythm of their own. He glanced over her hips to the cushion, noting the dark trail that started at one side and ended at the other, right in the middle through the floral pattern. She sighed and reached back, pulling herself closer so that even with his best efforts his hard cock jutted against her back. The young girl ran her fingers through the hair of his legs, from the back of his knees up to his hip, her motion limited by her position. Even though he was quite content caressing her and listening to the sounds of the forest, he was thrilled when she slowly turned over to face him, her arm wrapping round his neck.
She moved slowly towards him, staring at his lips, her eyes fluttering up to his as she approached. Frank kissed her gently on the lips, feeling them stick momentarily as he pulled back. He looked into her eyes to see the bright glint of the morning, her happy smile. She pulled herself closer and kissed him more fully, her hips moving closer as his cock stabbed her navel. He touched her breasts, her nipples soft, relaxed but so very inviting as he slowly kissed down from her mouth and over her chest, taking a little mound between his lips. She grabbed his hair behind his head, guiding him against her chest as her hand slipped between them between his legs and up to his buttocks. Frank felt her wrist against his balls and the little fingers that trailed slowly down over his buttocks. His concentration on her nipple faltered as her finger began a slow journey through the valley to his anus. He was shocked that a teen girl would be so bold but delighted as she made contact, scraping her nail briefly before moving on towards his balls.
“Frank?” she said, quietly.
“Hmm?”
“This might seem weird, but would you do something for me?”
“Sure,” he replied, his cock aching for attention as her fingers inched towards his balls.
“Could we go down to the river? I’d like to get washed, maybe wash my hair?” he said. Frank smiled to cover his astonishment. Here he was, busting to come on or in her, his cock rampant, straining as though trying to enter her navel, their motions giving every sign of imminent intercourse and yet she had suggested doing something else totally unconnected with his needs. Even the birds were twittering in anticipation of the impending exhibition of wild sex in the garden.
“Sure, there’s the soap in the house, remember?”
“Yeah, and I have a sachet of shampoo in my backpack,” she said, standing.
“Don’t forget the towel then,” he said, as helpfully as possible. He leaned back on the mattress as her little buttocks twitched with each step away from him. Although he continued to smile as she walked towards the cabin he was inwardly furious. He reached down and felt the hardness of his cock in his hand, confirming that he desperately needed to have the girl, or at least cum with her little fingers wrapped wound him. She returned quickly, carrying the things that she needed and waited after passing him so that he could catch up. They passed the tree where he had held her the previ
ous day, stains of her shit still marking the grass. They walked in silence down to the river and she turned to her right to enter the point where the water was warmer. He watched as she tip-toed over the smaller rocks along the bank of the river and his heart thumped in his chest at the sight of her shapely legs and the tightness of her buttocks. He wondered if he had been too harsh, too quick to become frustrated with the little girl. Perhaps, he thought, that his needs hadn’t even occurred to her and that her sense of sexual needs didn’t extend to others at her age. He tried to put himself in her place to understand how she might regard him. Certainly her experiences over the past twenty-four hours were unique, as they were for him. She had lost her virginity to her cousin while that cousin had sucked a strange guy, but not before that stranger had ejaculated in her ass, with or without her knowledge, while she cried and vomited thick red stuff down his chest. Plus the guy who was twice her age had shaved her pussy outdoors after spending the night naked with her. He decided that maybe, on reflection he ought to be more than content just bathing with the girl, naked, uninhibited, a once-in–a –lifetime experience that he could never share with anyone. He would give her ten minutes, goddammit.
She dropped the towel, shampoo and soap onto a rock and slowly knelt down in the water, sighing as she felt the current course between her legs. Frank sat too, watching her briefly before looking around, upstream and downstream, ensuring that they were alone. The air had warmed in the past hour, pleasing on his skin although he noted that his cock, not before time perhaps, had deflated and returned to normal size. Leslie leaned back on her hands and let her hair drape in the water, then back further until the water was up to her ears. She sat up and pulled the darkened hair through her hands, pushing it over her shoulder. Reaching for the shampoo she crawled over to Frank and turned away from him.
“Could you help?” she said, handing him the sachet of shampoo. Frank hid his mounting frustration as he tried to find the nick that would help tear open the packed and finally resorted to using his teeth before she shuffled closer between his legs.
“Lean your head back a little,” he said, allowing the shampoo to drip out onto her hair. He massaged it in while squeezing the pack a little as he tried to judge half way. He spread the shampoo around her scalp, pushing it further as the bubbles grew. His fingers massaged her scalp and he hoped that he was getting it right. By the amount of lather and the fact that all her hair had been covered he thought that she should be happy. After almost a minute of kneading he rinsed his hands in the water and supported her as she leaned back to rinse her hair. They repeated the process, washing her hair again, just as it said on the packet, he thought. She turned to him smiling, kneeling in front of him and looking down at his flaccid cock.
“Can you wash me now? I haven’t had a shower or anything since yesterday morning.”
He reached for the soap and wet it before asking her to raise her arms. She smiled at his command but did as requested. He soaped her hands, arms and over her shoulders, carefully avoiding her breasts in case they were out of bounds for some reason. His hands roamed her flat stomach, her hips and then as she stood, her thighs and shins. As he looked down he was inches from her pussy, that delightful region where his tongue had been only minutes before. As he stared she turned so he could wash her back. Her buttocks were smooth, taught as usual, divinely inviting. As he washed the top of her legs she leaned forward and shuffled backwards, presenting him with her buttocks.
“More here?” he asked, rubbing the soap along the valley of her bum.
“Much more. I think it could need a lot of attention,” she said, bending lower. His cock surged at the thought and he recalculated the new odds of satisfaction. Deciding that she just wanted to be clean, he soaped up his hands and pushed them both between the top of her legs, glancing over her pussy and anus. “Oh god, so dirty there!” she said quietly.
He pushed the bar of soap between her legs and pressed it against her clit. Moving it back and forth he used his wrist to massage her pussy as she sighed with pleasure. His hand moved back slowly towards her anus and he sensed that this, apart from truly being clean, was the true target of her desire. His middle finger tested the theory and she groaned at the slight intrusion. Gripping her hips he moved her so that she stood sideways between his legs then bent her at the waist. She giggled as she caught hold of the nearest rock, then his legs. Lying on his thighs she closed her legs, teasing him. His cock was rigid again, pressed in the gap between her hip and his stomach. His soapy fingers traced along her buttocks, down into the tight cleavage, glancing over her puckered little opening.
“Open your legs Leslie,” he said in a deep, authoritative voice.
“Why doctor?”
He looked down at her in astonishment, believing more strongly now that he was fairly well disconnected from the very developed sexual understanding of teenagers.
“I need to examine you.”
“I’m so dirty doctor!”
Not wanting to continue the dialog he pushed his middle finger hard into her rectum, and pulled it out immediately. She wailed at the intrusion and he assumed that it wasn’t what she had expected.
“Filthy!” he said, slapping her buttocks.
“Ow, fuck!”
He slapped her hard again on the other buttock and rewarded her with a firm finger over her anus. “Filthy language, filthy bum!” She simply squealed quietly with the second slap, and he continued to spank her, alternating between slow, gentle caresses of her upper thighs and cleaning trips into her anus with his fingers. He did however manage to ensure that she was internally as clean as possible and once her buttocks had become sufficiently reddened he helped her stand up and rinsed her off. She felt herself and looked at him with delight.
“See, everything is totally clean. Like new.” His cock ached and she was clearly very aware of his state when she reached for the soap. “Your turn.”
“No, it’s OK.”
“I want to clean you. Please, like yesterday?” she asked, seriously.
He shrugged as he stepped towards her. Her eyes shifted from the soap in her hands top his cock, then quickly back again. She looked up nervously, checking his reaction, uncertainty creeping in as she balanced the soap on the nearest rock. He wondered if she sensed his reluctance, the battle between his need to orgasm and his desire to have sex with her. However enjoyable it might be, this was not where he wanted to orgasm, simply streaking his load over her head and watching it drift down the river. He looked upstream then back round over her shoulder, checking that there was nobody in sight. He smiled slightly as he recalled hiding behind a tree when he first saw her and knew that someone else could be doing that at this very moment.
She looked up again and they smiled at each other, concern and embarrassment dissipated. He touched her cheek and she leaned against his hand affectionately. His stomach trembled with lust, confirming that he had a need and desire to bury himself inside her. Pulling her head slightly closer he guided her towards his cock. She understood, closing her eyes as her lips parted and he entered her mouth.
“Hands behind your back,” he said. She shuffled, losing contact with his cock. As she adjusted her balance he looked down, past her little nipples and thought he saw the outline of her pussy lips as the image rippled and shifted with the current. She looked up, bit her lip gently then took him again, easing her lips along his length. As the warmth of her mouth enveloped him he felt like being rough with her, bending her over a rock and taking her forcefully but decided that it would be over too quickly. He guided her gently, feeling the warmth of her head through the dampness of her hair as he pulled her into him. Frank watched her expression, alert for any sign of worry on her face that might indicate that he was pushing her too far or too fast. He smiled however as he watched his cock slowly disappear between her lips and heard the rush of air through her nose as she quickly learned to control her breathing. As he established a rhythm with her she looked up, her eyes wide but her lips str
etching into a smile. He let go of her head and pulled back so that the end of his cock just remained between her lips. She frowned, waiting, enquiring as he willed his pent up orgasm to go away.
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