This is the first story I've ever written for asstr. Over the last dozen years or so, I've read plenty of naughty stories. Enjoy;
Susie and Cindy by the Hillbilly Horndog
Mf fffff MF IncPlease allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jim. I'm 38, retired and filthy rich. How did I get that way so young? Read on McDuff and I'll 'splain it to you.
It started in high school when I did reasonably well and got some scholarships as a result. I ended up with a job at a good company that paid me very well. Then one day I caught a supervisor in another department using company resources to make himself a shitload of money in such a manner that would have the FBI, DEA, ATF, and several other federal alphabet soup agencies VERY interested. Being the head of the I.T. department I was able to make copies of enough evidence that it would put him in a room with striped sunlight for long enough he'd be a senile old fart by the time he got out of the pokey. I then took these copies to attorneys all over the state. I negotiated a price with each lawyer, paid each one for a year and left instructions that if anything suspicious ever happened to me that they should open the parcel I left with them, copy the contents and send one copy to each of all those alphabet soup agencies I mentioned earlier and a few I didn't. I also left instructions they should forward the contents as instructed if I disappear or fail to appear in their offices by the end of that 1 year term. I then contacted the crooked department head, showed him one copy of said evidence and said the information would be forwarded unless he handed over a whole lotta loot. He did, I thanked him and reminded him that he would hear no further from me unless something suspicious happened to me. Soon after this he asked for and got a transfer to an office out of state. All in all it worked out well for the two of us. The company suffered little if any harm. His business associates in his criminal enterprise did well financially and I no longer had to put in 50 or 60 hours a week dealing with assholes in suits who kissed ass for 20 or 30 years and had the mistaken impression they were somehow better than me. A few years and some good investments later, I'm retired and young enough to enjoy it. I moved to a quiet suburban neighborhood, and live a respectable lifestyle. I now spend a lot of my free time helping out in various charitable causes in the area. Sometimes, through my social contacts, I hear of an individual or family that fell on hard time: kid got sick, dad lost his job when the company went tits up, etc. There are more than a handful of parents who became single parents when the other spouse took off and left them with the kids and all the bills and suddenly found their mortgages and/or car payments paid off with no idea who did it.
So now you know why I was able to retire by the time I was 38. Now for the seedy part of the story, likely the part you were hoping to find when you downloaded this.
So far you would likely think I was a model citizen except for the blackmail thing. Now you'll find out you're wrong. I'm actually a closet pervert. Since I was 12 or so I've had an interest in young girls who were starting to develop into women. That year was during the time from the mid 70s to early 80s when my folks and I lived in a small town out in the middle of nowhere. This was before computers and video games weren't much of an option because our parents wouldn't let us sit on the couch all day and play them. Of the group of boys in my town, most of us lived in homes where there was only one tv set and our moms wanted to watch their soap operas and/or game shows. If we were lucky enough to have a tv in our rooms, our parents wouldn't let us put the Atari in there. It was hooked up to the tv in the living room so the whole family could use it.
Because of this we had to make our own fun. This usually meant we had to go outside and do something. Like many boys did at the time we built ourselves a fort out in the countryside just outside town. One day one of the guys brought in some Playboys his dad had thrown out. This started the rest of us trying to add to the collection. In our town we had one grocery store. One day I was over there and had to use the dunny. Lo and behold, there were several porno magazines in there on top of the tank for the toilet. This was the day I was finally grateful for those awful bib overalls my mom bought for me and sometimes made me wear. If you have no idea what overalls are, go to youtube, watch a clip from Hee Haw, and note the denim garments most of the men are wearing. Anyhow back to my story. I was finally thankful for them because they were perfect for hiding two or three dirty magazines as I smuggled them out of the store and back to the fort. I showed up the day I nicked the magazines as some of the other boys were just arriving. They made fun of me and the overalls, but stopped when I reached inside and pulled out three prime examples of photographic and printed smut.
We never jacked off there, at least when others were around. When we were alone, that was a different story, at least for me it was. A few times before I finished, I had to stop because I heard one of my mates walking through the bushes. Anyhow when there were at least two of us, we'd look at the pictures and debated the most appealing bits of the females on display and rated them in order of the ones we wanted to fuck the most. We then started a friendly argument about which one was the most desirable and which of the others we also wanted to fuck.
Remember this was the pre internet days, so we didn't have an infinite supply of porn, so the discussion soon turned to which girls at school we wanted to fuck and speculation over what they looked like naked and how we might get them to show us their naughty bits. Any in the group who had sisters either had never seen them naked or it was so long ago that from the waist up they looked just like us with the exception of longer hair on their heads. So we had no idea what the girls our own age looked like. There was one girl in our town who we invited to our little group. We hoped she would lift up her shirt or drop her pants, but she never did. I even pinched a porno magazine from the store that had some naked guys in it, but they didn't interest her. So our great plan to get her so horny she would strip for us had fizzled. Still my curiosity was never satisfied, but I always kept my fascination with girls who were just starting to grow boobs. As time passed, I kept a healthy interest in females my own age and ended up screwing a few of them. College was even better because none of us were in the small towns where we came from. We were in the big city where the university was and nobody gave a rat's ass who we were having it off with and for me the sex was great. There were a couple of times where I would be at a girlfriend's place and her 12 year old little sister was visiting, but nothing ever came of them.
The internet was a great development for me because I finally had access to unlimited porn. I didn't care if it came to me at a snails pace of 9600 bps. I could start a download and in a few minutes have a picture of a woman buck naked with me wondering how she got that coke bottle all the way up in there. It didn't take me long to find newsgroups and other online sources of written porn including stories about underage girls. These gave me clues as to where I could find pictures of underage stuff. When I found these newsgroups, I was in hog heaven. However they did require some filtering. Most of the pictures seemed to be of girls too young for my tastes. They had no tits and no pussy hair. I didn't care if their pussies were bald as long as they had at least some tits. The best pictures and videos were of the girls being fucked by guys older than themselves. Basically I enjoyed watching her get fucked if she appeared to enjoy being fucked. I eventually had a sizable collection and began protecting it in case I ever got that dreaded knock on the door.
Here things stayed for several years in a comfortable pattern. During this time I was driving home one day when I approached my house and saw a young girl who appeared to be having trouble with her bike. She was only two houses away from my place so I stopped the car and told her I'd park the car and come back to help her. Soon I was back and introduced myself: "Hi I'm Jim Morgan." "Hi" She replied. "I'm Susie Miller." Let me describe her. She was thin but not too skinny, had red hair a little past her shoulders and by her height, I guessed she was about 8, too young for me to be interested in her sexually. She was just a cute kid who needed a bit of help. As we walked back to my place, I found out she was indeed 8, actually "8 and a half" she told me. By the time we got back to my place, I found out her mom was a nurse who worked four days a week at one of the local hospitals. When Susie was out of school she stayed with her grandparents on her mom's side whenever mom was at work. Either they would come to her place or she would go to theirs. I just got her grandparents' address when we got to my place.
When we got to my place I turned the bike upside down and set it in the driveway, and looked at it. It was easy to find out what the problem was. The rear wheel was secured with a bolt that went through the center. On each side this bolt fitted in a groove that allowed you to tighten the chain by loosening a nut and moving the wheel up to a couple of inches to the rear. The wheel was already as far back as it would go. This meant the chain was just a wee bit too long. Now this is where I realized Susie was an intelligent kid. Most kids that age I knew wouldn't be interested in the nature of the problem. Their only concern would be whether or not the adult in question could fix it and how long the repair would take. Susie asked me: "What's wrong with it?" I told her and said I could fix it. She replied with: "How do you do that?" I told her and said it would only take a few minutes. She asked if she could watch. I said yes, but told her that first she needed to call her grandparents to tell them where she was. "There's a phone right there on the wall" I said as I pointed out the phone mounted on the wall in the garage. As she headed for it I said: "Just a moment while I get you a step ladder" as I realized she wouldn't be able to reach the dial. I got one out of the house and placed it in front of the phone. "Cool an antique" she said as she stepped up to the 50 year old rotary dial wall phone and dialed the number. She talked to grandma a minute or two then handed me the phone saying her grandma wanted to talk to me.
I picked up the phone and introduced myself: "Hi. Jim Morgan here. I was coming home from the store when I saw Susie a couple of houses from my place with some bike trouble." Grandma replied: "Hi Jim. I thought it was you the way Susie described the house." I knew Alice and Bernie Schwartz. They were always involved in the neighborhood civic stuff. They were part of the local block watch. They also helped organized the neighborhood yard sale that was held every spring as well as the neighborhood pot luck they held at their place ever fall when the weather cooled off, usually sometime in mid November. Bernie and Alice bought the empty lot next door at the same time they bought their house. They fenced it off and let their dogs have the run of it most of the time. They also planted some fruit trees and made it look really nice. Anyway, I told Alice what was wrong with the bike and told her I'd have it fixed in a few minutes. "Jim just send her home right away if she gets in your way. She's ever so curious." I said I would, but told her I didn't think that would be a problem. She said goodbye and we hung up.
I looked at the chain and found the one link with the clasp on it that could be removed so I got some pliers and got it off. I then removed that link and the chain came off. "Follow me into the garage." I said to Susie as I took the chain to my workbench. I had a vise there that could also be used as a small anvil. So I put the chain there, got a hammer and chisel, and hit one spot a few times until that link broke and I took it off. "Jim why don't you take two links off? It would save you having to come back and beat on the chain a second time." I replied: "Susie you're right, but I can't put a link back on the chain once I take it off. So it's better to take them off one at a time. That way I don't take off two links when I should only have removed one." "Ok." she said as I put the chain around both sprockets and put it back together. It was too tight with the wheel where it was, so I slid it forward, put the chain around the rear sprocket. Then I slid it back and tightened the nut.
I turned the bike rightside up and said: "All done. Susie try it out." She said thanks, got on it and rode around the driveway and a little on the sidewalk. She rode it back and told me it was just fine. "Good, now get on it and ride to your grandma's house. I'll get in the car and follow you in case there's trouble." She thanked me again and took off.
I followed her home. There was no trouble and parked when I saw her grandma out in the front yard. "Hi, I'm Jim." I said as I went to shake Alice's hand. "Nice to see you Jim. It's good there are still some good people in this world. If you hadn't been there she probably would have had to leave the bike and walk here. By the time I got back there to pick it up, someone might have taken it." I agreed but said I wouldn't have worried about that as a non functioning bike is not as appealing to a thief as one that does work. She then invited me in saying: “It's too hot to stay out here if you don't have to.” I agreed and we went in.
I asked her where Bernie was and she told me he was out running some errands and doing a bit of shopping. Then the look on her face suggested she suddenly remembered something. And she said: “Susie, get to your room and clean it up. It's getting a bit messy.” “Ok Grandma.” She said as she walked down the hall. “Alice, I've often seen Susie heading down my street in this direction. Does she stay with you a lot?”
“Yes she does Jim. Cindy married a guy a couple of years before Susie was born. He turned out to be a skirt chaser who didn't want to give it up. So Cindy divorced him. He agreed to her getting full custody as long as he didn't have to pay child support. The judge and Cindy agreed, so he was free to disappear. He was a nice guy while they were dating and before Cindy got pregnant. Then he turned into a skirt chaser that would make Bill Clinton or Ted Kennedy look like monks by comparison. About that time he got fired from his job. I think that was his choice. After that he would stay unemployed for months at a time and drink his UI check each week. By the time Susie was born, he was hardly ever at home. In fact he didn't know he was a father until 3 days after Susie was born. That was the last straw for Cindy. She told us she wanted to leave Otis and if possible, get into nursing since she was going to have to support Susie on her own. “
“How old was Cindy at that time?” I asked.
“She was 23 at the time. She wanted to get into nursing since she was in the 6th or 7th grade. By the time she finished university she had a degree in chemistry and was able to pass the test to get certified as an LPN. By the time Susie was born, she decided to go back to school to pick up the education she'd need in order to become an RN. This would pay better and allow her to do a better job of supporting herself and Susie. She had an apartment of her own at the time, you see Otis got the house. Anyway he came to us about a year later and told Bernie and I he was going to lose the house. So Bernie and I agreed to discuss buying it. We met with our lawyer who helped us with the paperwork. Apparently 6 years ago the bank saw the writing on the wall and decided we'd be a better risk than leaving the house with Otis. So we got a good deal on the house. I'm sure the fact we could lay hands on enough money to pay cash didn't hurt either. Cindy was happy but didn't like the idea of us carrying the burden of the mortgage. So we did our own private mortgage. As far as the state was concerned, we gave Cindy the house. She insisted we allow her to make monthly payments equivalent to a mortgage payment. This eased her conscience and without telling her, we've been putting the money in a college fund for Susie. So when she's ready for university, it will be paid for. Cindy wasn't too sure about that at first, but we told her that when you make mortgage payments to a bank, what they do with the money is up to them. Bernie told her to look at the money primarily as a college fund for Susie, but also as fund to handle any emergencies that may come up.”
“Sounds like the three of you have it all figured out.” I replied. “So far we have.” Alice agreed. I told her I needed to go home and she probably had better things to do than chew the fat with me. She told me to come back anytime and gave me their phone number so I could call. I said goodbye and headed for the door when I heard Bernie pull into the carport. I said bye and headed out. I met him bringing in the groceries so I helped. This ensured I ended up staying a few more minutes as I had to recount Susie's bike mishap to Bernie. He thanked me saying he wasn't mechanically inclined. I told him I wasn't either but said it pays to know a little as there are always little things coming up around the home that can be taken care of quickly and cheaply if you know what you're doing. He agreed saying he was also in favor of not wasting money. I gave him my phone number and invited him to come over that evening. He agreed and I promised that if he walked over or Alice drove him, I'd share some of my collection of amber fluids with him. He agreed saying he'd be over after supper. We said our final goodbyes and I left.
That evening around 7 the doorbell rang. “G'day Bernie” I said as I opened the door. “Let's go back to the pub and I'll get us something to drink.”
“We're leaving?” He said. “I thought the purpose of me walking over was to avoid the possibility of drunk driving.”
“No Bernie. The pub's right back here. Follow me.” I then took him back to a room I added onto the house a couple of years earlier. It's a fairly decent mockup of an Aussie pub. There's seating for 10 or 15 people as well as an idiot box on the wall, a pool table and a dart board. There's also a door to the back yard where the grill is. There's even a juke box filled with Slim Dusty records. There's also a door behind the bar that leads to the kitchen. In fact I do most of my eating in the pub. I don't have a proper dining room anymore. You see the addition was originally a dining room, but since I lived alone, I found I had no need for it. I found the pub was better for entertaining guests than a formal dining room.
“Care for a beer Bernie?” I asked him as I stood behind two taps at the bar.
“Right now I have Fosters or Carlton.” “On tap? Wow.” Bernie said. I told him I didn't do enough drinking to justify putting in kegs and taps so I decided to put the tap handles on the faucet for a small sink I had behind the bar. “You pull the Fosters tap for hot water and the Carlton tap for cold water.” I told him I actually had the beer in the fridge he saw behind the bar. He chose a Fosters and I got him one. I got me a coke since I'm not much of a drinker. I just keep it for guests. Bernie asked me if I was an Aussie. I told him I wasn't but just like the people there. I told him about the trips I had made there and how I picked up bits and pieces for the pub each time I went there. You see the tap handles I got from a pub in Alice Springs my last trip.
Next I took Bernie out to the garage where I showed him my workshop. I dug around and found an old piece of bicycle chain and showed him how I fixed Susie's bike. “Here's that link in the chain that's designed to be taken apart. Grab it with the needle nose pliers like this and squeeze them. As this bit here moves, be careful you don't lose it. Once it's out, like this just lay it aside and the rest of the link comes out like so. Then you get a hammer and chisel. Place the chisel here. Can you see that? Good. Then you hit it with the hammer.” I gave it a few whacks. “When that bit breaks hit the other end like this. When the other end of that bit falls off, you can pull out the rest of the link like that. Next put the chain back around both sprockets like this, making sure there's some slack. Take that removable link and put it back together and you're done.” Then I showed him a bicycle I had hanging from the ceiling of the workshop and pointed to the nut you loosen to move the rear wheel tightening or loosening the chain.
Next we went back to the pub and Bernie downed a few more brewskies while we discussed how a college educated businessman ended up with a workshop where he fixed bikes for neighborhood kids when he wasn't listening to A pub with no beer in his very own Aussie pub. Then the conversation changed to how a man who started out with a single deli in upstate New York ended up with several before he sold the chain and retired to Arizona. “That part was easy.” Bernie said. “Cindy had come here to study nursing at ASU. She married Otis and started her family here. So when Alice and I decided we were tired of shoveling high snowdrifts in the winter and paying even higher taxes the whole year round to the bloodsucking parasites in Albany, it was an easy choice to move here. “Wait a minute. You said Cindy's ex was named Otis. What's his last name?” “Campbell” Bernie said. When he didn't understand why I was laughing, I turned the laptop around and found a clip on it and showed it to Bernie. He understood when he saw Otis Campbell stagger into the Mayberry jail and try to get into the bed that was stuck to the wall. Then he got it and laughed with me. Watch the whole episode and you'll see that the walls of the cell were padded so the goat that ate the dynamite would only bump into soft things.
Things went this way for a couple of years. Jim would invite Bernie and Alice over for supper, and Susie if she were with them. Bernie and Alice decided they didn't like vegemite on toast (Susie liked it) , but liked the flavor it added to beef stew. Many of the neighbors agreed after the fall potluck and the guy who ran the neighborhood grocery started selling it. It has an indefinite shelf life and doesn't take up much space, so it was a no brainer.
Susie became a regular visitor at Jim's. She was interested in all the doodads he had in the workshop. One day she noticed he had various jars, jugs and bottles stored in different places and asked him why. “Susie, some of these chemicals are dangerous when mixed with each other. Some are dangerous by themselves. A few are harmless enough not to warrant special precautions. Allow me to demonstrate.” He opened the metal cabinet where he kept the pool chemicals and using an empty tin can, he poured some white powder into it. “Susie this is shock treatment. It's used when the chlorine level in the pool gets too low and algae starts to grown It brings up the chlorine level quickly.” He set he tin can on the table and went over to the shelf where the brake fluid was and got a bottle. He handed her a face mask like you use to protect your face from splashes and bits of whatever that might come off of whatever you're cutting with a saw. “Put this on then stay here.” She did and he put on a similar mask and took the chemicals out into the driveway. He then got the hose ready and laid it down next to the garage door. He went out to the tin can, poured a little bit of brake fluid in it and ran back to the garage door. He then grabbed the hose and told Susie to watch. A minute or so later whisps of smoke came out of the can. Suddenly it erupted in clouds of black smoke with flame sometimes visible. Jim turned the hose on the fire and put it out. “That young lady is why you don't want to mix chemicals when you don't know what you're doing. Store them away from each other and there's less chance of them mixing.” Then he pointed the the extinguished remains of his experiment and added: “Imagine what could happen if that went off indoors somewhere.”
That day Susie spent most of the day with Jim as her grandparents had various appointments to attend to. Alice had to go to the eye doctor to see about getting her glasses changed. Bernie had to go to the VA hospital on 7th street for a checkup. He was in good shape as both he and the doctor had expected. There was some new exhibit at the art museum at Central and McDowell so Alice just HAD to see it. Bernie wasn't into art, but Alice loved it and he loved her. Anyway around 7 that evening Cindy showed up after finishing her shift to pick up Susie.
“Mom you should have seen the explosion Jim set off for me today. It was really cool.”
“Well hon, what happened?”
“Jim has all these jars, bottles and jugs of chemicals in different places in his workshop. I asked him why he didn't keep them all in the same place. He told me it's safer that way then he gave me a demonstration.”
“What did he do?” Susie then told her mom what Jim and done and how he made her wear the face mask and stand well back.
Cindy chuckled and said: “I've met amateur photographers, radio operators and several other amateurs, but this is the first time I've met an amateur chemist. “Cindy I thought that since she was curious, the lesson would make a better impression if I actually showed her. It's one thing to tell a kid not to stick his finger in a light socket. It's another thing entirely to let him see the flash and sparks, hear the noise and smell the smoke. If it scares him a little, all the better.” “I can't argue with that, but please don't use the same method to show her the dangers of drinking and driving.” “Agreed.” Jim replied. Cindy said: “Jim I appreciate letting Susie hang out here. You're a good influence on her, but if you get tired of her or just don't want to be bothered, don't hesitate to send her over to my folks' place or home if I'm there.” “Not a problem Cindy, but she's not a bother. Considering how rude some kids are and how stupid others can be, it's refreshing to see a polite and intelligent girl.” “Thank you Jim.” “Susie after you've had a chance to go home and get changed, why don't I take the two of you out somewhere for dinner?” “That's awfully kind of you, but I can't.” “Why not? Too tired this evening?” “No Jim it's...” She paused for a moment and said; “Susie why don't you go into the living room and watch tv for a moment. Jim can we talk privately for a minute?” “Sure Cindy, let's go into the pub.”
Once Jim closed the door and they sat down, Cindy explained: “You're a really nice guy, but I feel I can't get involved with you.”
“Cindy I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not trying to make a pass at you.”
“Ok. I understand. It's just that after Otis, I had some other bad relationships and decided that I'm just not attracted to men anymore. I've chosen other women for my romantic needs. I guess you could say I'm lesbian. I told my folks several years ago and they weren't really pleased with the news, but they accepted it. They've always had a live and let live attitude. I've decided that for me it's a choice, not some inherited trait. So I decided I wouldn't tell Susie until she's older, but only if there's some reason to. There's no need to bring it up if she doesn't ask.”
“Cindy I couldn't agree more. That's your decision and nobody else's business. I have to confess I'm a bit disappointed because you are a very attractive young woman. You also have a great personality and I wouldn't mind dating someone like you. You're part of a family that I'm friends with, so I would enjoy spending time with you even if we're just friends. Now how about that dinner?”
“Jim I accept. How about if Susie and I are ready in an hour? Is that ok?”
“That's fine by me Cindy. I'll see the two of you in an hour.”
Jim picked them up at the agreed to time and they talked about where to go for supper. Cindy said she didn't want a big meal. She wasn't very hungry, but was more interested in the good company. She suggested one of those places where they have pizza and lots of games for the kids. Susie surprised them when she said she wasn't all that interested in the kids games anymore. After all she wasn't the little kid Jim helped with her bike almost a year and half ago. She was almost 10, would be in a couple of weeks. Cindy agreed that her little girl was growing up. Jim suggested that steak house in Scottsdale where the dress code prohibits neckties and if you wear one, they cut it off just below the knot and pin it to the ceiling. They agreed and went. Thankfully the wait wasn't too long and they were soon seated. Susie asked the waitress: “Pardon me maam, but why do you and your colleagues have those scissors in the pockets of your aprons?” “Dear they're for the people who don't follow the dress code. Look at that guy on your left.” Right on cue another waitress went to the table to Susie's left and said something they couldn't hear to a guy who was wearing a necktie. The gentleman, the people he was eating with and others who saw the events unfolding laughed as she reached over and cut off his tie about an inch below the knot. After she walked away with it, Jim got Susie's attention and pointed to the ceiling. She just sat there in stunned silence as she looked at the thousands of neckties. Neither she nor anyone else could see what the ceiling was made of. After she took it all in, she looked over at Jim who suddenly was wearing a tie. “Susie since this place opened, it's been a tradition to cut off the ties. It's all in fun. If a man protests, they won't take his $50 necktie. Now when the waitress comes with our drinks, why don't you report the blatant violation of the dress code that you see before you. Cindy get your camera ready. Your folks will love seeing this.” Cindy readied her video camera that she brought with her at Jim's suggestion. Moments later the waitress arrived and gave them their drinks and took their orders. When she got to Susie she took her order and Susie said in a pleasant tone: “Ma'am would you please do your duty and correct the flagrant violation of this establishment's dress code that's right in front of my face? Please. It's more than a lady my age should have to put up with.” The waitress smiled, looked at the 70s vintage polyester tie that was about 8 inches across at it's widest point and said with a smile: “Sir, you are aware of this establishment's dress code and you violated it in such a blatant manner. So I have no choice but to do my duty and save this young lady's dining experience from being totally ruined.” With that she took her scissors and did her duty. Everyone laughed and some of the diners cheered when the waitress held high her trophy. Then Jim unbuttoned his jacket and pointed out the one tie remaining. It was a Ladmo shirt. The collar and tie were printed on the t shirt. The waitress agreed that she could let that one slide as the tie was actually printed on the shirt, so it wasn't really a tie, just a picture of one. Like Jim she spent her childhood cheering for Ladmo and booing Gerald between cartoons while Wallace was completely unaware of whatever evil scheme Gerald cooked up. Note to readers: If you don't know who Wallace, Ladmo and Gerald were, look it up you poor poor deprived humans.
About a week later Susie took home one of those notes that children are so often sent home with, a notice of the parent teacher conferences coming up soon. The notice gave the note listed the nights available, included a phone number and email address for the teacher and asked the parents to contact their child's teacher to schedule a visit.
That evening Jim was tinkering around in the workshop when the phone rang. It was Cindy. “Jim Susie brought home a note today saying the school is having parent teacher conferences next week. Next week I'm on the evening shift and can't make it. Could you go in my place?” “Sure Cindy, I'll be glad to.” “Thanks Jim. I'll call the teacher tomorrow and let her know it's ok with me for you to go in my place. I'll also email her. Now would you like for me to call for the appointment, or would you rather take care of that?” “Cindy whatever you decide is fine by me. I won't make any commitments for any evenings next week until I hear from you. How's that?” “Great Jim. I'll let you know tomorrow.”
Cindy called the next day asking Jim if Monday night at 7 was ok. He agreed it was. Then he heard Susie politely attracting her mom's attention. “Jim Susie is asking if she can go with you. She says she's very interested in her education and would like to be as involved as she can be.” “Fine by me. I'll be happy to bring her along.”
Sunday afternoon Cindy and Susie came over to Jim's place with a change of clothes. Jim answered the door and invited them in. Cindy said: ”Jim, I thought it best to bring this over today so Susie can change into it after school tomorrow.” Jim looked over the outfit. It was a royal blue almost floor length dress with a neckline that wasn't really a neckline. Of course Susie had no tits yet, but even if she were built like Dolly Parton, she wouldn't show off anything. “This is beautiful. Where did you get it?” Jim asked. Susie answered: “My aunt in Tucson made it for me. She asked me to pick out the material so I did. Then she showed me this program she has on her computer. You supply it with a picture of the person the garment is being made for and it will show you what it will look like on that person. If you give it photos of the same person wearing the same outfit from multiple points of view, it will give you a 3D model so you can see them from any angle you choose.” “Susie that's amazing. This software interests me. I don't have any interest in making clothes, but I would like to see how it works and what it's limits are.” Cindy added: “I don't know a whole lot about it, but when my sister told me about it, I had her email me a copy of the manual. All I remember about it is that it says nude photos of the subject are required for best results, but that any clothing that stays close to the skin and doesn't stick out where the body doesn't stick out will do well enough for showing what someone will look like wearing something.” “Sounds great.” Jim said. “Jim I appreciate you filling in for me tomorrow.” “Cindy I'm glad to. You are a nurse. Your work is very important and raising a kid alone is tough.” Pleasantries were exchanged and goodbyes were said. Then the girls left.
If only there was something that would do the reverse. Jim thought to himself. He was thinking of some photos he had on his computer of preteen models with those cute developing bodies. The girls weren't nude, but usually wore tight, skimpy outfits. There were a few that were so hot looking that he kept their photos even though they had clothes on. He sat down at the computer and brought up some pictures from his secret collection, loosened his shorts and started beating his meat as he thought about sticking his hard dick into their hairless or nearly hairless tight little pussies and filling them full of cum. Eventually he brought himself off.
The next afternoon Susie showed up in one of her day to day school outfits – sneakers, jeans and a t shirt. As soon as she closed the door she jumped up and down and kissed Jim on the cheek. “OOOOOOOO I'm so excited about tonight. I'm interested in what the teacher has to say, but I'm also looking forward to wearing the dress. I really like it and it's too nice to wear to school. Something would happen to it or one of those trashy girls would try to tear it, cut it or something.” “Susie it's good you have that attitude. Your aunt put a lot of time into making that dress and it's good you want to take care of it.” “You're right Jim. I'm really glad to have it. Aunt Betty told me she designed it with extra material so she can let it out as I grow. Also she designed it so that once that extra material is used up, she can take the dress apart and add more. She said that I won't have to worry about that for a while. She told me if I'm like my mother that I'll be 13 or 14 before she has to do that. I hope she's wrong. I don't know if I want boobs that big when I grow up. I looked at one of mom's bras the other day. It's a C cup, but I would be happy with an A cup. A B cup would be too big for me.”
“Susie I'm sure you'll grow up to be a beautiful woman no matter what size your breasts end up being. In fact I believe you'll be beautiful even if you never develop any.”
“Jim don't scare me like that. I want at least some boobs.”
“Don't worry about that. A girl not developing any breasts is extremely rare. After all how many flat chested adult women do you see out there? “
“Thanks Jim. You always have a kind word when I'm worried about something. I don't want to look like this all my life and I don't want to have a pair of DD's bouncing around when I'm running. That reminds me. Can I run for a bit on the treadmill? I would run around the block a time or two, but not with the wind and rain.”
“Sure thing Susie. Go right ahead.”
“Thanks Jim. Oh never mind. I don't have any of my workout clothes here.”
“Susie you could try your swimsuit. It should still be in your drawer in the changing room. It might still fit.”
“Ok thanks.”
“She's growing up” He thought. Soon she'll have some cute little titties and an ass to die for. She never wears her pants tight enough for him to be sure, but he thought how he wouldn't be surprised to find she has one of those tight, firm bubble butts he finds so attractive. “What do you think Jim?” she asked as she returned with her swimsuit on and a bounce in her step. It's a one piece that covers everything it's supposed to, but most people would agree is a little too small for her now. Jim looked as she turned around. She does have a nice ass. It is the bubble butt he was thinking about earlier. Titties, he thought as she turned around again giving him a good view of her chest. She doesn't have any extra fat on her. Those aren't the tits that fat little girls get. Those are honest to god real tits. They're small, probably little more than swollen nipples, but real tits. She even is showing just a hint of a camel toe. Jim got an instant hardon but hoped it didn't show. Susie noticed the slight bulge in the front of his pants but didn't make the connection. She knew about sex and what causes a man to get hard. Her mom had that talk with her recently. She explained about sex, masturbation, birth control, protection from VD and a little about giving her partner a good time whether that partner is eventually male or female.
“Susie look at your chest. I can safely say you won't grow up flat chested. You'll be 11 in a few months and it looks like you're right on schedule. Also you might want to have that talk with your mom soon if you haven't already.”
“That's ok Jim. Mom had 'the talk' with me about a month ago. She said she wanted me to be ready before anything surprised me.”
“Susie you've got a great mom.”
“Thanks. She told me about sex, periods, diseases, protection, pregnancy, and all that stuff. She also gave me some points on how please someone whether I end up with a boyfriend or girlfriend. She said if I give a guy a bj, not to use my teeth or if I eat a girl not to bite her clitoris too hard. Said it can hurt..”
“I get the picture. Go ahead and run. You do have to think about getting ready in an hour or so. “
That evening they showed up in Susie's classroom right on time. “Susie it's good to see you and my how beautiful you look this evening. What a lovely outfit you have on. Where did you get it?” Susie told her and promised to send her aunt's email address. “And you must be Jim. How good of you to come. I understand how Cindy can't make it. My mom's a nurse so I understand. Oh, almost forgot. I'm Megan Broward.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Jim said as they shook hands.
“Jim would you and Susie mind if I record this? I like to if one parent can't make it but wants to. I could email it to Cindy this evening.”
They both agreed. Ms. Broward had lots of things, good things to say about Susie. She's a good student. She's polite, gets good grades and dresses well, better than many of the teachers in fact. Susie smiled as she heard all this good stuff said about her. What really impressed Ms. Broward is that Susie was the first student of hers who took enough interest in her education to want to go to the conference.
The next morning Cindy came by and asked how things went. Jim told her about the teacher recording the conference and emailing it to her. Cindy said she would check for it when she got home. Then Jim said he has some news but doesn't know how to go about telling Cindy. “Just come on out with it Jim. It's been my experience that it's better to do that rather than beat around the bush.” So Jim told Cindy about yesterday when Susie was concerned about her body and what she said about the talk she and her mom had. “Jim I understand what you're concerned about, but I wouldn't worry about it. I've raised Susie to understand that some things are best not broadcast to the world and she should only tell them to people she trusts. I believe she trusts you Now if you're uncomfortable hearing about some of the subject matter she discussed, just let me know and I'll tell her.”
“It's not that so much. I admit it's unusual for a young girl to tell me such personal stuff. I was just worried that she might tell that to the wrong people and I didn't want her to get hurt by it. If she wants someone to talk to, I'll be glad to listen. Is there anything she might say that you'd want me to tell you about? After all you are her mother.”
“Jim thanks. You're a good egg. Of course if she tells you she was raped or otherwise sexually molested, I want to know. I'm ok with Susie being intimate as long as she wants it. I just hope she waits a bit longer. She's the one who ultimately has to decide when to take that step in her life. I can't hold her hand forever. But I also understand what it's like to be a young girl and needing someone to talk to. I had both parents, but Susie's only got me. So I'm ok with it if you're the older male figure she needs to confide in.”
“Cindy you seem to have a more relaxed attitude about your daughter's sexuality than most people would. How did that happen? If you don't mind me asking of course.”
“Not a problem Jim. When I was 10 my mom told me about the birds and the bees. She also told me that when I get to the point where I'm just curious about it, or start thinking I want to have sex that I should talk to dad about it. She said he might have some insights on the matter from the boy's point of view. A few months later, just before I turned 11, I worked up the nerve to ask dad. He was really nice about it and made me feel comfortable talking to him. When I was about 11 and a half, I went to a sleepover at a friend's house. Most of us were 11, but one girl was 12 and another 10. There were, I believe now 8 or 9 of us in total. Anyway, Debbie, the girl whose house we were at had a really cool mom. She cleared a big space in the basement for us to lay out our sleeping bags. What was even better was that around 7 that evening, she said she was going over to a friend's house for the evening and wouldn't be home until midnight or a bit later. So as soon as Debbie's mom was out the door, we headed for the basement where we changed into our pajamas. Since there was nobody around but us girls, we all changed together. Of course this meant we saw each other naked and compared ourselves with each other. Once we all got our Pjs on we started talking about our favorite bands and of course, boys. Had anyone kissed a boy? Had anyone done anything else with a boy? And so on. Angela the 12 year old was the first to admit she had kissed a boy. What was it like? Everyone asked her. She told us how great it was and how good it felt when the boy put his tongue in her mouth. One girl said ewwww. Then Angela said don't knock it till you try it. We all stood speechless when she took the girl by the hand, embraced her and kissed her full on the mouth. The other girl said that was great after they finished. Then Angela kissed her on the mouth again. This time they went on for a lot longer. Then the other girl and Angela were moaning. Then they stopped. 'How ewwww was that?' Angela asked. The other girl said that was even better than the first kiss. “
Jim was rock hard by this time. Then Cindy continued: “The other girls wanted to try it so we did. The ones who had tongue kissed then kissed others until we all ended up in a frenzy of kissing. We found our favorite girls and paired off for a while. After 15 minutes or so Angela spoke up and told us her boyfriend taught her some other cool stuff. She took off her PJ tops, showing us her boobies the biggest anyone had. They were cone shaped and comparable to half a small lemon in size. 'Come on somebody. Take your top off too.' She pleaded. I liked what I felt before so I was the next one to take off her top. She gently began playing with her boobies then touched mine. It was like a spark jumped from her hands to my nipples. The others heard the moans I was making and they joined in. 'Gently. Be sure you're gentle with each others' boobs. If you're not, it hurts.' Then Angela stopped and said 'My turn please!!!” So I started playing with her hot little titties. By the sounds she was making, I guessed I was doing it right. Then she stopped me and told me to kiss one. So I kissed her boobies all over. Then she had me sucking on her nipples and gently biting at them.
This went on for a few minutes when she stopped me and said she needed more. She got up and took her bottoms off and her panties. I was so into what we were doing at the time that I stripped naked too. Then she went to kissing and sucking my tits and gently running her hands all over me. Then she ran her fingers along my bald pussy slit. Don't stop I begged in a moan when she finished that one swipe at my sex. She returned to my now totally wet cunt and put a finger in it. When she knelt down and licked my clit, I had my first cum almost instantly. By this time the other girls had stopped and were watching us. Then Angela said 'Don't just sit there with your mouths open, join in with your partners. Then someone asked her to show us how to lick our partners. She said for us to look at her again as she spread my pussy lips and showed us what to do. I was in ecstasy again. This time I was begging for it. I was humping my hips at her wonderful mouth until I came again. Then I eagerly returned the favor. Soon we were all moaning and cumming into each others' mouths. One pair even figured out how to arrange themselves into a 69. “
Jim was ready to strip off and bang her right then and there but restrained himself. “Cindy when did you finally do it with a guy?”
I was 12, almost 13 when I found a boy I liked. He was new to my school, but I thought he was cute and nice. Mom agreed and asked me if I thought he would be the one. I said I thought so and she said ok. She handed me a few condoms and told me to use them everytime he put it in me. “You've had your periods for 3 or 4 months now, so you're old enough to get pregnant, but I don't believe you're old enough to deal with one. I'll make an appointment for you to see the doctor so she can put you on the pill. But remember to use a condom each time he puts it in you until the doctor says you're safe to do without one. So I followed mom's advice, but I had to wait forever, almost two weeks before Tom and I had a chance. My parents let us do it in my room. Dad said 'I want my little girl's first time to be as comfortable as possible, not in a cramped back seat of a dirty old car. Just tell us you're going upstairs to show him your record collection and we'll leave you alone until you come down or his folks call or come over.' So the next day I came home from school with Tom and told mom I was going to show him my record collection. Mom said to have fun. Dad was at work so he missed it. We went into my room and I asked him to sit on the bed next to me. Tom sat down and asked me where my records were. I had to explain to him that was a code my mom suggested I use to let her and dad know I wanted to be up here alone with him. After we kissed for a few minutes, I put his hand on my shirt over one of my breasts. He tried to maul it, but I told him to be gentle. I took his shirt off and demonstrated on him. He tried again and was gentle. So I rewarded him by taking off my shirt and bra. I used some pointers I got from mom and soon had Tom sucking on one nipple while softly pinching the other. I reached for his dick, careful like mom said so I wouldn't hurt his balls. Then I took him to the bathroom. On the way out of my room I grabbed a robe for each of us. After we got into the bathroom I asked Tom if he wanted to take the rest of my clothes off or if he wanted me to do it. He wanted to take care of that so I let him. As soon as he had me naked he looked me over from head to toe, spending time gazing at my tits and more time staring at my almost bald pussy which had a little tuft of fine hair just above the slit. He told me I was beautiful and I thanked him. He then reached for my pussy, the first time he had done this. I stopped him to ask him if he was going to get in the shower with his clothes on. He quickly stripped off and asked me why we had to take a shower first. I told him what mom and dad both told me. 'You might put your tongue in me and you'll definitely put this in me.' I said as I grabbed his dick. 'I also might put it in my mouth. Don't you think we should both be as clean as we can?' He agreed and we got into the shower. Just before I turned the water on I heard dad come into the house and call me. 'Cindy come down here for a minute' He said. I then heard mom say nevermind right before she told dad I was showing Tom my record collection. Then I heard dad tell me it could wait until later. So I put the water on, got it comfortable and we had a great time getting each other squeaky clean. I had a little extra mess to wash down the drain as Tom came into my hand as I was washing his cock. Mom and dad both said to expect that as a young boy cums very easily. They also told me it would take a few minutes for him to recover and he'd last longer the second time. So we finished, got out, dried off, put the robes on and went back to my room. As soon as we shut the door we ended up in each other's arms. Tom put his hands inside my robe and on my titties. I could feel my nipples stiffen as he softly ran his hands over them. A moan escaped my lips just before I pushed him away. He had a shocked look on his face. Before he could say anything, I dropped my robe to the floor. I was standing there naked in front of him and admiring the tent in his when I said 'Tom take that robe off before you make a mess in it. He did and we climbed into the bed. He said 'Susie I don't know what to do. I mean I know where my dick goes, but that's all my dad told me.' I told him not to worry as my mom explained in a little more detail. I asked him if he knew how to eat pussy. He said he didn't so I explained it to him. I spread my legs, and bent my knees so they were pointing almost straight up and my feet were touching my ass. I did it just like I saw in the video my mom let me watch in my room one afternoon not long after “the talk”. It wasn't a regular porno tape, but an instructional video showing a couple trying several positions and getting each other off several ways in the process. Mom wouldn't let me keep the tape. She said she wanted me to get a vague idea of what to do. She didn't want me to get a bunch of bad ideas and misconceptions from porn. She and dad both told me the act of sex should be a way for a couple to show love to each other as well as a good time. He laid down so his face was just inches from my pussy. I spread my lips and showed him where to put his tongue by sticking a finger in my hole then I showed him my clit. He saw the moisture glistening on me and said I hadn't finished drying off from the shower. I had to tell him that was my pussy getting aroused and making it easier for him to enter me.
After a few minutes of his licking my clit and hole, the feeling I was hoping for began to build. I saw and felt the fireworks. This was the best cum I ever had up to that point. It was even better than when Angela ate me out at the sleepover. I wasn't sure about giving him a blowjob but I decided I owed him one since he made me feel so good. I had him lay on his back and I laid down so that I could reach his dick. I remembered what my dad told me 'Watch your teeth, lick the head a little first then put it in your mouth then lick and suck it just like you would if it were a lollypop. ' So that's what I did. He was ready and eager so I had to do what mom told me 'If his dick goes in too far and you start to gag, put your hand around the base of it.' He asked and I told him why I did that. He apologized and I asked him if this was his first bj. He said it was so I told him not to worry about it that was also my first and we're both learning. We went on a bit longer and he was enjoying it judging by his moans and heavy breathing, but I wasn't getting anything. So I stopped, released his dick and turned around so my pussy was in his face. I said eat me, then lowered my pussy, and he did. A couple of minutes later he came in my mouth. There wasn't much of it so I swallowed. He stopped so I stopped, released his dick and smiled as I told him he wasn't finished. He looked at me funny so I pointed to my pussy. He got the idea and went about eating me with gusto. Suddenly my breathing quickened and I started moaning. I almost yelled as I came. My folks must have heard me because I heard some heavy footsteps. I heard mom say something but didn't hear it good enough to understand. Then the footsteps retreated back down the stairs. Then I remembered something mom said and I said: “Thanks Tom. That was great.” Then I kissed him. Then we talked and cuddled for a little while. I started playing with his dick, but it wouldn't get stiff. Once again mom's lecture came to the rescue. I put his cock into my mouth and sucked it. He soon got hard so I told him: “Tom I need to feel you inside me.” I rolled onto my back and drew my knees up like I did the first time he ate me. He mounted me and I got him into position, but he couldn't push it in. I felt him push and I knew he was pushing in the right spot. It's the same spot I felt my finger go when I played with myself. Then I had an idea. Thank you mom and dad for your advice. I had Tom roll onto his back and I got on top of him, got my hole in just the right spot – his dickhead at the entrance and I lowered myself onto him. I felt a tear and it hurt a little bit. Mom told me it might not hurt a lot the first time if his dick isn't too big for my virgin pussy. She said after a time or two it wouldn't hurt anymore and I would be able to take bigger dicks or a dildo. I put my hands on his chest to keep my balance. I could feel his heart beating faster as his breathing became more ragged. He started thrusting up at me, pushing a little harder each time. Then I felt the fireworks coming. I started moaning louder and louder – uuuuuuhhhhh Uhhhhhhh Uhhhhhh UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OH MY GODDDDDDDDD TOMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I collapsed unable to continue. Then I weakly said as I rolled onto my back: “Tommy you finish.” He mounted me and managed to put it in me without any trouble. His thrusts got faster and faster and the moaning got louder and louder: “Cindy Cindy CINDY CINDY CINDY OH MYGOD CINDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! as he thrust into me and froze for several seconds, impaling himself into me as far as his dick would go. We laid there a few minutes then got up and went back for another shower. Tom was a very tender lover. Once in the shower, he got a washcloth and gently wiped my pussy. There wasn't much blood. Then it was my turn to wash his dick. This time he was completely spent. His dick didn't get the least bit hard. Finally we dried off, dressed and went downstairs.
When dad saw us, he said we made so much noise that it was obvious we had a good time. Mom just smiled. Then dad had something for Tom: “Tom, You and my daughter are welcome to make love here as long as you both want to. I only have two conditions. One, you and Cindy must use condoms every time until her doctor says she's been on the pill long enough for it to take effect. The pill must be taken exactly on schedule for at least a month. Cindy if you forget and skip a day, you and Tom will use condoms until a month has passed where you have taken the pill exactly as your doctor ordered. I won't have you getting pregnant while you're too young to raise a child. True in some primitive societies in Africa, a 12 year old girl might be considered by the tribe to be old enough to get pregnant. This is not a primitive tribe in Africa.
Two: Cindy your mother and I want the two of you to be in a safe place to do it each time you make love. The empty place down the street that you or someone else has figured out how to break into is not a safe place. If you can figure out how to break in, someone else can. There are some sick and twisted people out there. I don't want some pervert raping or killing one or both of you.
The only safe place you might have in addition to this home is Tom's house. And that's if and only if both of his parents are willing to permit the two of you to make love there. If either one does not agree to it, then Tom's house is not a safe place. The only other exception will be any campsite where the four of us are alone. As far as the two of us are concerned, you two are still too young to determine whether nor not any such campsite is a safe place. If the four of us ever go camping, fishing or anything else out in the wood and you want to make love, just ask. If we think it's safe, we'll tell you. Tom, Cindy we just want to make sure neither of you takes any foolish risks. '”
“Wow Cindy.” Jim said. “It looks like you lucked out with your parents. Not many kids in either of our generations had parents so understanding and supporting.”
“You're right Jim. Now it's your turn. How did your first time happen?”
“Cindy I was 14 and she was 13. We lived in a small town. We were both curious and didn't have any choices near our own ages besides each other. Her parents were both out of town one day when I went over. I knocked on the door. Annette answered and grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me into the living room. 'Jim I'm glad to see you. Both my parents are out of town so we have at least three hours to do whatever. My hormones were raging. Mr. Happy was standing at attention and she kissed me on the mouth. Soon we were making out and giving each other as much tongue as possible. After a little while necking on the couch, I reached down to caress her ass. She had on a skirt but I couldn't feel any panties on underneath. Turns out she wasn't wearing any. She stopped me and pulled her shirt off. Guess what, no bra. I didn't care and started fondling her titties. She said I was too rough. Then she took my hands in hers and showed me how to play with her titties so we both enjoyed it. Then she had me take my shirt off. I didn't argue. Soon she was feeling for my dick. I told her to stop or I was going to cum in my pants. So she told me to take them off. Who was I to argue? While I was taking mine off, she pulled her skirt off. She had cute tits that were starting to lose their cone shape and fill out a little. There was no reason for her to wear a bra. Those tits stood out just fine on their own. They didn't sag a bit. She had a little tuft of fur above her cunt and a little bit of barely visible fuzz on her pussy lips. We sat back down on the couch when she reached for my dick and gave me a handjob. It was the first time I came at someone else's hand. Until that day I came with the help of my right hand. After I came, I reached for her pussy and put a finger in it. She said 'yes Jim yes yes yes. Jim put another finger in. I did and she started squirming as I finger fucked her. I had eaten a girl several times a couple of summers before when I visited relatives back east. A second cousin of mine had me eat her out a few times. We both wanted to fuck, but couldn't get any rubbers. So we satisfied ourselves with her blowing me and me eating her cunt. I was 12 at the time and she was 15. Anyway, back to me and Annette. I stopped fingering her and told her to scoot forward on the couch. When she had her cunt at the edge, I kneeled down on the floor in front of her and started eating her pussy. She was like a wild woman. She couldn't sit still and started bucking her hips so fast it was difficult for me to keep my mouth close enough to her pussy for long enough that I could eat her. After I ate her to a couple of orgasms, she told me to put it in her right then and there. Once again who was I to argue? So we did. She moaned so loud it was a good thing she didn't have any neighbors close enough to hear her. Also she squeezed me so hard when she came that I thought she was going to pinch it off. I was able to hold off long enough that she came a second time as I came and squirted inside her pussy.”
“You didn't use a rubber?” Cindy asked. “No I didn't. Of course like a young idiot who didn't know what the hell he was doing, I Didn't think about it until after I came in her and pulled out. It turned out we were lucky in that her mom got her on the pill a few months before. We were enjoying the afterglow and were thinking about trying it again when the phone rang. It was her grandma who was coming over I a few minutes. That was the end of our first time. We did it several times in the next 6 months before her parents moved away. Now Cindy why did you give up on men?”
“Jim I was a confirmed heterosexual until after Otis left. I dated several guys who were only interested in what they could get out of the relationship. They would come inside me then get off me. Now when I made love with that girl from work, if she came first, she would keep working on me until I came. Since then I have only dated women. I have yet to make love to a girl who would get her cum and stop if I hadn't had mine yet.”
“Cindy it sounds like we both had interesting experiences. Now about Susie, what have you told her about safe places to make love? I want to know so I don't contradict anything you've told her.”
“Jim like my parents told me, I told her that our home is the only safe place for her to make love until I tell her otherwise.”
“Cindy if it's ok with you, I'll offer my home as a safe place for her and her boyfriend or girlfriend to be.”
“Jim that sounds good. I'll tell her the next time I see her. Now about you. You seem like a kind and considerate guy. If you're interested, I'll take a detour off lesbian lane this once.”
Jim didn't have to be told twice. He and Cindy didn't make love often, but they became a regular item. Thankfully they didn't have to use rubbers. She had the operation after Otis. Jim had his years ago. He didn't want children and thought things would be simpler with a vasectomy.
It seemed like only yesterday that Susie was 10, now she was a couple of weeks shy of her 11th birthday. She was over at Jim's house one afternoon when she asked him if they could talk. “Sure you can Susie dear. I'm here for you anytime you need to talk about anything, understand?”
“Yes Jim.”
“Ok beautiful what do you want to talk about?”
“Mom said that when I was ready for a man's point of view concerning sex, that I could ask you.”
“Ok Susie go ahead.”
“I know about what body parts go where. I know a little about oral sex, but what can you tell me that might make that first time as good as it can be? Mom told me it can hurt the first time or two.”
“Susie if he's going to put his dick inside you, make sure you're lubricated. Feel your pussy. If you're dry down there, don't let hm stick it in you. It will hurt a lot more than it should. Try some foreplay or oral sex. Have him eat your pussy or finger you. Also you can finger yourself in the hopes you pussy is just a bit slow in getting wet. If all else fails, try some lubricant. Check before the boy comes over to your place. If there isn't any you can find, ask your mom and tell her why you need it. She told me once that she told you your home is a safe place for you and a boyfriend or girlfriend to make love. It seems logical to me that she should buy you some if there's none around already. I told your mom I would offer this home as a safe place for you and your friend to make love. Since it seems you're thinking about doing it, I'll buy some in a little bit when I go to the store. I'll keep it in my bedroom. Just ask me if you need it and I'll give you the bottle. If you don't want to ask me if the boy's around, let me know ahead of time and I'll put it on top of the end table next to the bed in the guest bedroom.”
“Thanks Jim. You're the nicest guy I ever met.” She said just before she put her arms around his neck, pulled his head down and kissed him full on the mouth. She broke the kiss, but wouldn't let go of Jim. So he kissed her on the mouth. She opened her mouth. He opened his. She put her tongue in his mouth and he put his in her mouth. They battled each others for maybe 20 minutes when they let go of each other. “Susie, Angela taught you pretty well didn't she?” “Yes Jim she did.” They talked for a bit about sex and Jim told her what to expect from a boy her first time and told her how to correct him if he was too harsh. “Susie he's learning just like you are. He may be a little rough with your titties or your pussy. You may accidentally use your teeth a bit if you blow him. With a little practice you'll both learn how to please the other and you'll give each other lots of good times. Also Susie since you're thinking about becoming sexually active, you should talk to your mother about putting you on the pill. Also you might ask her to get you some rubbers just in case.”
“Thanks Jim, but I'm already on the pill. Mom took care of that and the doctor told me I no longer need to use condoms. But Jim I want to thank you for your concern just the same..” With that she gave him another kiss he would never forget.
That spring not long before school let out for the summer, Susie turned 11. She was no longer a little girl. She definitely had titties. Cindy told Jim that she took Susie to the store a few days ago for her first training bra. Cindy told Jim that she and Susie took a shower together the day before she bought the bra and that's when she decided it was time Susie needed one. Cindy said it was the first time she had seen Susie naked in several years. While they were in the shower, Cindy said she and Susie took the opportunity to examine each others bodies. Cindy told Susie she shaved hair in her armpits, legs and some of the hair around her pussy. If she didn't she wouldn't be able to wear the swimsuits she likes without a bunch of hair sticking out the sides. They talked about what hair Susie would need to shave and when. Cindy told Susie that's up to her and she won't have to worry about that for probably a couple of years yet. However she said she would be happy at any time she wanted to show Susie how to shave armpits, legs and of course pussy hair.
As they finished Cindy realized she was getting wet from the inside out, her pussy was sopping wet as a result of the discussion. “Susie I need to go to my bedroom for a while. I'll see you in a little bit.” Susie replied: “Mom you're going to masturbate aren't you?” Cindy said yes. “Mom that's what I was going to do in my room. I'm also getting wet from our time in the shower. Can I go into your room with you? Your bed is big enough for the two of us to play with ourselves and watch the other. I'd really like to see how you do it differently than me. Please mom. Please.” Cindy thought about it for a few seconds. To Susie it looked like she was taking forever and wouldn't want to. Finally Cindy spoke. “Susie I guess it's ok. You're growing up so fast it's amazing to me and I'm a bit surprised. Ok let's go.”
They hung their towels back up in the bathroom and went naked to Cindy's bed. Cindy laid down on the bead with her head on a pillow. She handed one to Susie and told her to lay down with her head facing the other way so they could see each other. Cindy started sliding her middle finger up and down her slit. Soon Susie could hear the squishing sounds it made. Then Cindy put two fingers together and slipped them inside her sopping wet cunt. Susie tried that, but couldn't. Her pussy was still to small to comfortably accept two fingers. “How would I get a dick in there if I have trouble getting one finger in?” Susie thought to herself. She saw her mom's breathing get more rapid as she got more and more excited. Finally Cindy reached into the night stand beside her bed and pulled out a dildo. Susie knew what they were. Her mom explained that and showed her one not near as big round or long as this one. She was amazed at how much her mom seemed to enjoy sticking that monster inside her. Susie started banging her own cunt with her finger. She kept it up until her mom had her cum and came back down from it. “Mom do you still have that small dildo you showed me earlier?” “Sure honey I do. Just a second. Cindy got up and searched the nightstand until she found it. “Honey do you want to use it like this or do you want me to lube it for you?” Susie replied: “Mom I don't know. Do you think I'm not wet enough to use it without lube?” Cindy thought for a minute. Finally she said to let her check. She reached over until she could feel Susie's tight little 11 year old pussy. It seemed to be very wet, but Cindy wanted to make sure. So she ran the finger the length of Susie's slit from her clit to her hole. Yes it was indeed wet and she reluctantly stopped. “Mom please don't stop.” Susie moaned. “Mom that feel so good. Please do it again.” Cindy agreed and gently caressed Susie's immature, developing pussy with her fingers. Then she let go for a moment. Soon Susie felt something new caressing her slit. She opened her eyes to see her mom teasing her cunt with that little dildo. “Susie I bought this for you and saved it until the right time. I guess this is it. Do you want me to fuck you with it or do you want to do it yourself?” “You do it mom. It feels so good. Suddenly Susie felt it stop and felt a new feeling at her hole. Mom was slowly pushing in the little girl sized dildo. Susie felt a slight tearing pain as the little plastic dick took a little piece of her cherry. She got more and more excited as her mother fucked her faster and faster with the dildo. Soon she was bucking her hips and moaning wildly as her mom brought her closer and closer to orgasm. “Mommmmmmmmmmmm Unnnnngggggghhhhh Unnnngggggghhhhhhhhh. Mom I feel so goooodddddddddddddd” Suddenly Susie felt and saw the fireworks. “Ohhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDD Mommmm aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” She screamed at her orgasm. Then she passed out.
A few minutes later Susie woke up saying: “Mom thanks that was the best ever. I never knew I could feel so good.” “I think you're right dear. You screamed loud enough to wake the dead. It's a good thing we had the windows closed. The neighbors might have called the cops thinking I was torturing you.” “Mom if that's torture I don't want you to ever stop. Let's do it again.” “Susie I have another idea.” Cindy brought her strapon outfit. She put her legs into it and fastened it around her hips. Where it covers her pussy, there's the part she inserts the dildo into. She put in the same little dildo she just fucked her horny 11 year old hot daughter with. “Lay on your back honey and spread your legs for mommy.” Susie complied and Cindy climbed on top of her and slowly lowered the strapon to the tip of her daughter's pussy hole. Then she quickly slipped it in. Susie moaned as the plastic dong entered her. With each of her mother's thrusts, Susie grunted and moaned. Soon it was a repeat. “Mom uuunnnnghhhhhhh. UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH MOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
After Susie woke up, she and her mom talked for a while Susie was too exhausted to do anything else and Cindy was wondering about her next step. Finally she made her decision. “Susie how about if you make love to me. What do you say honey?” “Mom I'd love to. How would I do it?” “Susie how about if you use the strapon I used on you just now?” “Ok Mom but you'll have to show me how to use it. I never even saw one before today.” Cindy agreed and got it ready. First she took off the dildo she used on Susie. Then she adjusted the straps to fit Susie's smaller body. Then she stuck on the big dildo she was using earlier. She showed Susie how to get started. At first Susie had a hard time keeping in rhythm with her mom. Then slowly she got the hang of it. After a few minutes she had to stop. “Mom I can't do this anymore. My muscles are getting tired.” “That's ok honey. Just lay on your back and I'll do the work for a while.” Susie turned over onto her back and the dildo was sticking straight up into the air. Susie watched as her mom lowered her hairy cunt onto the dildo. She enjoyed watching her mom's knockers bouncing up and down and she impaled herself on the plastic dong sticking up from little Susie's cunt. In a few minutes Cindy started moaning. “UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH OI OI OI OI OI OI AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OH GOD SUSIEEEEEEEE I'M CUMMINGGGGGG UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
After Cindy took the strapon off Susie they lay in the bed talking and caressing each others hair. “How did you like today Susie?” “Mom it was the greatest day of my life. I could spend the rest of my life in here as long as we did this every day.” “Girl you'd kill me in a week. Now what would you like to do tomorrow?”
Susie thought for a couple of minutes. She had one goal she had ever since she started getting interested in her developing body a few months ago. “It's ok Honey. You can tell Mom whatever you want to. There's no wrong answer.” Susie thought for a few seconds and said: “Mom I'd like for Jim to be my first.” Cindy replied: “That's a wonderful idea Susie. Jim is a good choice, but I'm curious. Why him instead of a boy closer to your own age?”
“Mom the boys old enough to want to have sex would brag about it to everyone they know. Besides, I heard about a girl at school who had sex with a boy. She didn't know it, but he had a video camera hidden in his room and recorded the whole thing. She found out a few days later that he was passing it around to his buddies. Jim has enough sense not to do something like that.”
“Good thinking Susie. Just remember that his dick will be bigger than any boys close to your age. So your first time will probably be a bit more uncomfortable than if you picked a boy.”
“Mom I'm ok with that. I'll ask him to go slow if it hurts, and like you said, my pussy will stretch to accommodate his dick.”
“Good girl Susie.”
The next day there was no school so Susie slept in. Cindy did too. They were both worn out from the day before. That afternoon around one, Susie called Jim to see if he was home. He was and invited her over. She was dressed and ready to go, so off she went. She got to Jim's place a little later. She let herself in and surprised Jim when she sneaked up on him. He turned around and put a lip lock on her. She responded and soon had him hard. He sat on the couch and invited her to join him. She sat on his lap facing him. He put his arms around her and hugged her as close to him as he could. She felt his hardon pressing against her belly just above her cunt. “Jim take your shirt off.” She begged him. He complied and she took hers off. His hands went for her bra covered tits. She was enjoying every minute of this when he stopped and quickly took the bra off. He just stood there admiring those perfect little young girl titties for just a moment before sucking on one and pinching the nipple on the other. It didn't take them long to shed the rest of their clothes and race to the shower. Soon they were both clean and dry except for Susie. She was wet between her legs. Her tight little virgin cunt was dripping wet. Jim laid her down on the bed and began eating that cute little cunt, drinking up the fluid that issued from within it. It didn't take him long to have her screaming as he sucked another orgasm out of her. Then he mounted her and slowly slid in.
“Jim I feel like I'm completely stuffed. That's the biggest think I ever had in me and it feels so good. Don't ever take it out ok?” “Susie it will deflate soon, but I'll keep you occupied in the meantime.” They fucked, sucked each other in a 69 and tried enough positions to keep them busy several hours until dark. Finally exhausted they had to give their bodies a rest. Susie called her mom and asked to stay the night. Cindy agreed and wished her a good time.
Postscript
Now years later Susie is out of college and is on the road to a great career. She still spends time with Jim. Sometimes they include Cindy in a threesome. A few times they included Cindy's co worker and lover. Barbara recently adopted a little girl. She's a redhead, 6 and cute as a bug. Cindy, Susie, Jim and even Barbara can't wait to see what comes about in 5 years or so.
The end.