Deciding that he didn’t want to come in her mouth while in the river he lifted her slowly and guided her to stand in front of him. He smiled at the sight, the tiny girl with bubbles everywhere, her young breasts with their pointed nipples and the delight on her face. She stepped nearer and with one hand back on his cock she kissed his lips.
“You need a shave, you’re all rough,” she said, feeling his cheek.
“Yeah, I know” replied Frank, taking his razor and foam from the wash bag. He gave the shaving foam to Leslie and instructed her to shake it well, then allowed her, with some guidance, to apply it to his stubble.
“Can I do it?” she asked impatiently.
“I don’t know. Maybe watch for a while then we’ll see,” said Frank, putting a new blade in the razor. He had forgotten his small mirror so had to feel around for where to start. The first swathe cut down from his sideburn towards his chin.
“Cool! Let me feel!” she giggled, touching the newly shaved skin. “Wow, that feels like when you did it to me.”
“Did what?”
“Shaved me.”
“When I shaved your pussy for you, made it super-clean?”
“Yeah. That was so amazing, I came as you were doing it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, a little one when you pulled me open to get the last little bits.”
Frank’s stomach lurched at the thought again of her tiny pussy and he quickly continued shaving, pushing himself to focus on the more difficult areas while leaving a couple of easy patches for her. He looked quickly up and down the river then put his hand on her buttocks to guide her.
“Come on then, get on my lap and you can finish it off.” Without further prompting, Leslie straddled his legs facing him and took the razor from his hand. “Start at the top here and move the razor down gently. No need to push against my skin, just let it do the work.” Very slowly she brought the razor across his face, smiling as she noted that she had indeed shaved off some of his stubble and hadn’t cut anything off. She moved some foam from his neck and spread it over the next area, making sure it was soapy before she started. Frank was impressed by her attention and the level of care she took, although he was also pleased when she stated that she had finished.
“Nice job!” he said, feeling across his face. “Enjoy it?”
She beamed at him then shrugged silently. He reached down between her legs and laughed.
“You’re soaking, naughty girl. So shaving turns you on?” She shook her head. “Then what?”
Smiling, she dipped under the water to rinse off the shampoo before standing and gathering her things. “You,” she stated, leading the way back up to the cabin.
Still dripping from their visit to the river, they spread their towels out in the long wild grass to the side of the house and smoothed them down to provide a small strip on which to soak up the sun. Leslie sat up, her arms wrapped around her knees as she watched the birds flying through the branches of the huge oaks. Frank shuffled behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, smoothing the skin. She leaned her head back, acknowledging the attention and closed her eyes. He understood how these moments would the last few hours that they would share at the cabin and tried to commit her shape to memory. The tautness of her buttocks as she sat on the towel, the healthy shape of her body, her blonde hair that cascaded down over her back and her happy smile as she rolled her head in time with his massaging. She straightened, pulling her shoulders back as his hands worked away at the muscles around her shoulder blades and her hands slipped down to rest on the towel.
She gazed up at the clear blue sky and delighted in the feel of the man’s hands over her body. Sighing to herself, she turned onto her side and smiled as Frank lay down beside her and closed his eyes.
“We can drip dry here in the sun,” he said as he stretched to flex his muscles. Leslie leaned on her elbow and traced her finger across his cheek. She noted the thin patch of hair on his chest, the denser pubic hair below his navel and the rigid, bobbing penis that poked skywards. She stared for some time before checking that his eyes were still closed.
“Very smooth,” she said, please with her work on his beard.
“Not baby-smooth like you though.”
“You must have been once upon a time.”
“Yeah, like when I was Brian’s age, before anything started to grow.”
“I like being smooth you know.”
“Really? Do you think it feels cleaner?”
“Not just that. Just it’s cooler, it feels great when I run my fingers over it.”
“Yup, that’s what I thought!”
Leslie laughed and turned to him, resting her head on his chest, her arm across his waist. He touched her hair, pleased with the clean feeling between his fingers even though it wasn’t quite dry. She moved her leg over his thigh so that she pushed against his groin and his semi-hard cock, suggesting further pleasures to come. The sensuous circles made by her hand widened, touching his nipples, hips and pubic hair before sinking further to caress the divide between his balls and his thigh. Her tiny fingers felt erotic on the smooth skin of his balls and he took hold of her head, pulling her up gently so he could kiss her lips. She responded immediately, pleased with his embrace and traced a finger from his balls up to the tip of his cock. Her young breasts pressed against his chest and as they kissed he caressed her nipple, toying with it between his fingers as it hardened. Her tongue slipped into his mouth to tease him as her breathing quickened, fingers pushing deep into his hair.
They kissed for several minutes, touching and caressing to the accompaniment of nature’s morning chorus. An occasional bee flew over their love nest as the breeze swayed the long grass and the sun dried their bodies. Frank felt constantly hard, the promise of Leslie once again foremost in his mind. He felt that she had changed, grown up by a couple of years overnight, her responses and caresses more considered, meaningful, more heartfelt. She looked radiant, clean, lively and full of youth as she wrapped her limbs around him and even with the warmth of the sun she left a wet trail against his leg as she rubbed herself for some degree of satisfaction. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame, sensing the ridges of her ribs and maneuvering her easily so that she faced his feet.
“What?” she asked, wondering what he was doing.
“Shh!” said Frank, gripping her hips as he positioned her above him. He pulled her down towards his mouth and kissed her inner thighs to let her know his intentions. She groaned as the idea sank in, bringing to life a video she had watched with Jenny. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at her engorged labia, glistening with her excitement and the hood over her clitoris that offered future promise. He licked her thigh, delighted in the pure cleanliness of the little girl and the shudder that he sensed running through her as her anticipation and imagination gathered pace. Licking back along her vulva he flicked his tongue over her perineum, earning a gasp from above as Leslie stretched out, running her hands along his thighs. She bent further as she almost touched his toes and his cock brushed against the hardness of her nipple. Looking up he saw her anus, a tiny pure pink opening that begged to be explored. He gripped her taught buttocks and as he pulled them gently apart his tongue again flicked along the channel from the vagina towards the tiny brown opening, dwelling a little longer at its destination. He felt her head knock against his thighs with the intensity of the feeling and she rested there, unable to concentrate on anything else as he teased her little hole. She was so clean, smelling only of teenage shampoo and the summer scents of the morning. He teased her again and felt her head press harder against his thigh as her hands gripped his legs to steady herself.
Pulling her further open, he flicked his tongue around her tight opening, each encounter seeming to produce a gasp or sigh from the little girl. Her legs trembled constantly as he returned his attention to her pussy, lapping along the slick folds of her labia and around the hood of her clit. The taste of her juices intensified on his tongue, sweet and t
hick as he pushed deep inside her. He was rewarded by the warmth of her lips as she returned her attention to his cock. He felt her little fingers over his balls and the base of his cock as her elbows sank gently into his thighs. She seemed in no hurry, her lips moving at a similar pace as his tongue, both delivering pleasure and finding ways in which to bring the other closer to orgasm.
Frank kissed her inner thighs to provide a change of sensation to her. Her muscles defined her legs beautifully, the tendons taught around her knees and at the top of her thighs. He pulled the tight skin between his lips, earning a groan and a tremble from the little girl’s buttocks. His nose and cheek rubbed against the baby-like smoothness of her thigh, the silky feeling constant as he closed in on her swollen lips. Frank opened his eyes and looked down towards the girl, noting that she was resting on his thigh, her tongue flicking leisurely out at his cock as her warm breath contributed to the intensity of her attention. Closing his eyes he kissed again at the very top of her thighs, his cheek brushing against her pussy lips. He sensed a shudder, a tightening of her muscles and an intake of breath as her fingers gripped his cock and thigh slightly harder. He licked very slowly along the slick length of her pussy and she let out a deep sigh, trembling lightly. With both hands he gripped her buttocks and pulled her down so that his tongue slid easily from her pussy and towards her anus. He felt her hair drift sensuously across his leg as she rested again on his thigh and paused in her licking.
“Frank!”
“Mmm?”
But there was no reply, just an increased grip on his cock and muffled sobs when he flicked across the opening. It was clean, spotless, and seemed to be so sensitive as it puckered against the tip of his tongue. The girl squealed, shifting initially away from him then returning quickly to regain contact so that he could repeat the exploration and grab her buttocks in his hands. He licked down again across her vulva and over her clit causing Leslie to open her legs even further and lower her bottom closer to his mouth.
“Mmm?” he repeated.
“Frank. Please.”
He licked her asshole once again, pushing inside as far as he could.
“You like?”
“Fuck yeah!” she said, earning herself a slap on her buttocks which disturbed some nearby starlings.
“No swearing. Dirty little girl!” Frank smiled however at her arousal and looked up at the perfection of her pussy, the small inner lips, the moisture trailing from her vagina and the little hood over her clitoris that had moved back slightly. He wondered if it was usual for a nineteen year-old to find anal play so sensuous and his question was answered as she collapsed onto his chest so that her buttocks were jammed up against his hose. Her hands came round and grabbed her cheeks, pulling them apart to expose herself fully. Frank was shocked at her audacity and perhaps her trust, but nonetheless he leaned up and with his thumbs either side of her anus, parted her tight little hole.
“Oh god!” she hissed as he pushed his thumbs into her. His fingers meanwhile dug into her taught flesh, kneading her buttocks and resting on her tiny hands. This was not the most comfortable position for Frank but her obvious desire interested him and he continued to probe and lick as she became more animated and nosier in her reaction.
She was shaking now, her body hardly under control as he alternated between her pussy and her obscenely stretched anus. Even inside tasted clean and he wondered how he had managed to get his penis inside it two days ago since it was now fighting back against the tops of his thumbs. Her breathing was erratic as she shook heavily, her head between his shins and her buttocks pressed hard against his face. He pulled out one of his thumbs which earned a groan from deep within her, then slapped her buttocks hard, stinging his hand and raising a red pattern of four fingers across her pale flesh. She cried out loudly but he knew it wasn’t from pain. Again he slapped her before pushing back insider her with both thumbs and covering her clit with his mouth. The next swish of his tongue on her clit pushed her over the edge and she shuddered uncontrollably, squirting come onto his chin as her anus clasped and relaxed with her orgasm. He could feel her head jerking against his legs and her fingers digging into his flesh as she rode the wave of pleasure that racked her body without mercy. She relaxed gradually but every ten seconds or so she flinched as though stung by an insect as echoes of her orgasm revisited its grip on her conscious mind. He kissed her thighs, lapped at her swollen lips but avoided her clit. She slid forward very slightly and held onto his feet, giving him a wonderful view again of her bald pussy and the tightness of her buttocks, between which he knew there was her recently invaded anus, her second center of pleasure.
Leslie turned around, grinning happily as she slid into his arms and entwined her legs with his. She rested her head on his chest and played with the few hairs that she could find. Her pussy was wet, slipping across his thighs as she moved slowly but deliberately against him. Her small breasts were mashed against his chest, hidden from sight although her hard nipples gave her a constant source of pleasure while his hands roamed over her back and buttocks. She looked down and smiled at his cock, lying to one side but in her limited experience she thought it was still close to fully hard. Her fingers traced light circles over his skin and after a few seconds she noticed a twitch as it flicked up briefly. Experimenting, she touched the beginning of his pubic hair, gripping lightly then tugging as her nails dug into the skin. He responded with his fingers, caressing her tight buttocks, pulling, opening her as if to acknowledge there was more that they could do that morning. She looked up, pleased with his smile and closed her eyes as she leaned towards him. His lips glanced across hers so delicately that she was taken by surprise at his gentle intimacy. His hands pulled her closer as they kissed more deeply, their tongues exploring gently as the sun continued to warm them while nature quietly observed. Leslie slipped her hand though his pubic hair and found his cock, rigid once again as she wrapped her fingers around it and felt its soft warmth.
A thrill shot through her as she felt his cock harden with her touch, pulsing and relaxing each time she gently moved her hand up and down its length. She kissed his lips, teasing and searching with her tongue with a new-found sensitivity that pleased her immensely. Her heart beat in her chest with unusual force, energizing her as she slid up on top of him and felt his hardness glide across her pussy. He touched her cheek, kissing her again as her breasts slid over his chest and his feet guided her legs apart. Reaching down he grabbed her buttocks one more time, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing her to the fresh morning air. Their embrace intensified and Frank found himself fully committed to making love to the young girl despite the probable criminality of the act. His finger traced heavily across her anus, causing her to squeal with delight and shudder as he spread her wetness over the little hole. She responded, encouraging him, widening her legs so that her knees were up against his hips while her engorged pussy lips continued to glide up and down the length of his cock.
He slapped her buttocks hard, once, twice and then twisted so that she fell heavily onto her back. Grabbing her little ankles in one hand he pushed her feet back towards her head, opening her so that could position his cock against the pure pinkness of her teen pussy. He pushed her feet further back, her suppleness helping him to get her ankles within inches of her face. Her hairless pubic mound shone in the sunlight as he placed his cock in the folds of her labia.
“Fucking do it Frank!” she yelled, more than ready for his assault as she grabbed his arms tightly.
“Dirty little bitch,” he replied, looking down at her tiny breasts squashed against her thighs. He wondered if she minded being doubled up but then decided he simply didn’t care. He pulled back as far as he could without losing his aim then rammed into her in one short, brutal movement. His thrust caused him to lean down against her further so that her ankles now squashed against her face.
She screamed with the shock, then whimpered as he pulled back. The squelching sound of lubrication inside her pussy told him all he needed
to know and Frank thrust in again, hard, relentless as he picked up the pace towards satisfaction.
“Yes, harder!” pleaded Leslie as she dug her nails into this arms. Frank pounded into her with no concern for her welfare or whether she was even enjoying their love-making. Stroke after stroke bottomed-out inside her, his cock banging against her cervix before he pulled back for the next. Her face was red, as though she had stopped breathing but he continued, sensing that she was close as small spurts of come dripped along his cock.
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