Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 10:50:13 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little biker chick IX

Little Biker Chick IX

Gentle reader: The entirety of this story is purely a figment of my
imagination.  No person of legal or illegal age other than yours truly was
ever used in a sexual manner in its creation.  I appreciate your patient
waiting for this ninth installment.  Let me know if you want more.

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Also, and I must beg forgiveness for this, the last paragraph in the
previous chapter mentioned that Allison and I met the young man described
in this chapter together... the storyline has me meeting him when I was in
Medical School... many apologies.

Part IX


As I settled down on the couch for a recharging nap I reminisced about the
assless chaps that Allison was taking to Fred's for some alteration.
Ordinarily it takes forever for custom work to be done but I knew that if
anyone could entice Fred it was Allison...but I digress.

My first encounter with assless chaps involved a 12-year-old boy I met many
years ago.  I was on summer break during medical school and had the good
fortune to be able to take an extended ride.  I'd ride until I got tired,
sleep under a bridge, under a picnic table or if I was very lucky would
meet someone along the way who had a place to crash.  Then I'd move on
until the next nightfall and do it again.

I drifted off to sleep and was soon dreaming about my encounter with what
turned out to be a Father/son duo.

It was maybe an hour before sunset and I was in the middle of Arkansas, a
place called Conway (the country music star Conway Twitty used this name to
replace his original name, Harold Jenkins.)

I was on I-40 and stopped at a rest area to take a leak and gather my
thoughts.  What this meant was I was going to take a couple tokes of some
really good pot that I had and think about whether to press on for a little
while longer or find a picnic table to crash under right there.

I walked around stretching my legs and took a couple of hits from my
torpedo when it appeared that there was no one looking.  I decided to move
on a bit more but first it was time to empty my bladder before hopping back
on my sportster.

I was standing at the sink washing my hands and splashing water on my face
when I heard footsteps entering the restroom.  I didn't think much about it
really until I looked in the mirror and there was a dude who was the
spitting image of the `leatherman' from the group The Village People.

Ordinarily it wouldn't have bothered me a bit because I really am a `live
and let live' kinda guy.  When a boy who appeared to be about 12 or 13 came
walking in right behind Leather Dude, dressed exactly like him (sans
mustache) I unexpectedly let out a giggle...(that was some really good dope
I'd been toking.)

I managed to stifle any further noise but it had apparently been loud
enough for the older man to hear.  Before I could make a hasty exit he
stepped up to me, stood about two feet away and asked me


"Do you see something funny?"

He was a little bit bigger than me, and I'm not a fighter so I said, "No
man, not at all, it's just that the site of you two dressed alike tickled
me."

"I'm tired, I've been on the bike since first light, and I just took a
couple of hits of some skank weed.  I don't really mean anything... I'm
sorry if I offended you, really I am."

By now the young tweenage boy had sidled up next to his dad (I assumed as
they looked alike even without the same get-up).  I glanced at him and
noticed that he had a remarkably pretty face and very pouty lips... now
where did that thought come from?  I'm not into young boys (at least I
didn't know how much I WAS into them at the time!)

"Dad," the youngster squeaked, "I don't think he's making fun... really I
don't!"

The guy relaxed his posture a bit and said "Okay man, no offense taken
then."

I breathed a sigh of relief and he stuck out his hand and said

"Jake, and this is my boy Randy"

"Ken" I said as I stuck out my hand.

"Is that your sportster out back?" Randy asked

"Sure is," I answered

"nice bike... Dad has an Indian. '53 Chief"

Now this was some seriously old iron and I just had to see it. I asked Jake
if he'd let me take a look at his bike and he gladly said yes.

"It's parked right next to your sportster," Jake told me "We'll be out in a
minute and I'll let ya take a closer look."

I walked on out to the parking lot and took another quick hit off of the
torpedo as there was no one around.  I went on over to where my bike was
parked and stood there next to it and admired the older bike.  It was
either a very well kept original or someone had taken great pains to
restore, and then enjoy, the old V-twin.

Knowing better than to touch another man's ride without an invitation I
just walked around the bike looking at the detail and the old school
mechanics.  This was one sweet ride!  (It was also the inspiration for my
`tractor' type seats on my current bike.)

It wasn't but a minute when Jake and Randy came walking out of the restroom
and then over to the bikes.  I told Randy he could look at, and sit on, my
bike if he wanted to while my attention was directed toward the old 80
cubic inch Indian Chief sitting in front of me.

Jake explained that the bike had been his Grandfather's who bought it on a
lark, rode it for a while, and then covered it up in the garage.  He said
his father had no interest in it at all and the bike came to him when his
grandfather passed just a few years before.

"All it took was new tires, an oil change, new plugs and fresh gas... she
fired right up!"  Jake boasted. "Gramps would fire it up from time to time
but only put about a thousand miles on it."

"She can get a bit temperamental but for the most part it's a great bike
for riding around the general area.  Randy and I get to spend some quality
time together."

It was just then that I heard Randy emit a slight giggle and I looked up to
see his dad give him one of those `glares' that only dads can muster up.

"Randy lives with his mom, so we try to do something fun whenever we can."

I definitely heard another giggle from Randy that earned him an even
fiercer glare from his Dad.

Jake asked me about my travels, where I was headed, where I was staying
etc. and I told him I was just headed `west' for now and in a few weeks I
would be headed `east' in order to get back for school.

He said he admired the freedom and wished me luck.

Randy by this time was standing in front of the old Indian facing his Dad
and me.  I mounted the sporster, kicked her to life as Jake did the same to
the old Chief.

Jake mounted his bike as I was pushing mine back away from the curbing.

Their bike was to my right and I was maybe 10 feet away when, after
adjusting my helmet looked up just as Randy was mounting the bike behind
his Dad.

It was then that I noticed that the chaps he was wearing had no seat... and
that Randy had no pants or underwear on underneath the black leather.  He
hadn't turned his back to me prior to this.  I have to say the very firm
looking tanned orbs of his ass were quite a view!

Randy turned to look at me at the same time my jaw was dropping.  He saw
the surprised look on my face and then puckered his lips to blow me a kiss.

At the time I wore a `brain bucket' type helmet... (Not much more coverage
than what people use today for bicycles) and goggles.  This was a good
thing because with today's full faced helmets my jaw would have been broken
due to the rapid drop it took and my eyes would have shot across the
parking lot it they hadn't been stopped by the goggles.

I just sat there on my bike, my cock getting harder by the second, and
waited for them to pull out.  I wanted to see this boy's rear as much as
possible before we parted ways.

They pulled away ahead of me and I followed.  Once we were back on the
interstate I continued to ride behind them occasionally catching a glimpse
of Randy's tanned globes.  We hadn't ridden much more than a couple of
miles when I saw Randy tap his dad's helmet a couple of times and they
pulled off onto the shoulder.

Thinking there was something wrong I pulled off behind them to see if I
could be of any assistance.  Randy quickly dismounted and, since I couldn't
unglue my eyes from his ass, I was treated to a view of not only the cleft
of his cheeks but a momentary glimpse of his brown-eye and the back of his
apparently hairless ball sac.

The two of them chatted for a second and Jake walked back to my bike.

"Want to bunk with us tonight?" He asked.  "Randy has a bunk bed in his
room that you could use."

Dear God in Heaven...

"Sure!" I readily agreed.  "Lead the way"

I followed them home that was only about 15 minutes further down the road.
They had an average sized home in an average neighborhood.  Nothing special
either way you looked at it.

Once we got the bikes parked and went into the house Jake offered me a beer
and we sat on the couch.  Randy disappeared and, judging by the sound
coming from down the hall, he was taking a shower.

"My boy says he liked the way you were looking at his ass" Jake said after
a minute.

I was busted with no where to turn... I quickly surmised that if there was
going to be a problem I wouldn't have been invited back to their place nor
would I still be alive.

I could only nod my head and say, "I don't know what came over me, but I
have to admit that seeing his naked ass was, uhm...interesting."

"That ass is MINE motherfucker" Jake spat out...

I was beginning to be a little scared now.

Jake continued "and he does with it what I say."

He stood up and walked over to the couch where I was sitting.  He dropped
his pants and dug into his shorts and whipped out the largest cock I'd ever
seen.  This thing had to be 10 inches soft and nearly as big around as a
coke can.

He gave it a few strokes and it grew and hardened until it was fully erect.

It had to have been 13 inches long and was definitely the diameter of a
coke can.  I was wondering what the purpose of this demonstration was.

"As you can see, I'm huge." He said, stating the obvious.

"I'm bi, Randy is pure gay, and I know I'd kill him if I fucked his ass
with this."

He finally got around to the point of the story when he said,

"His momma left a couple of years ago when she found me sucking his cock
and him stroking me.  We mess around some, he tries to suck me off, and I
fuck him between his legs and get off some.  We figure one of these days
he'll be able to take it but for now, we just try to find someone from time
to time to plow his ass... it was his idea to invite you over tonight."

I explained that I ordinarily wasn't attracted to young boys but Randy
definitely caught my eye.

"Good!" I heard a high-pitched voice say

Randy had finished his shower and was standing in the doorway leading down
the hall.  His hair was slicked back maybe with brylcreem or something like
that.  He was wearing some light blue eye shadow, had rouged his cheeks
some, and was wearing rose red lipstick. He wore his leather vest and
nothing else up top exposing his flat tummy, his barely developed pecs and
his erect brown nipples. He had on the assless chaps, only this time the
crotch was exposing his junk, which was fully turgid, standing straight up
at a proud, 4.5 inches and his balls were in a smooth, hairless sac and
were just starting to hang away from his body.

Looking carefully I could see just the faintest of a shadow of his pubic
hair.

He walked over to the couch and stopped about an arm's length from me.  I
could only stare at his pulsing cock.

"You go take a shower; I'll be out here playing with Dad." Randy instructed
me.

As I walked toward the bathroom he added, "Then we can suck and fuck!"

I've taken some quick showers but this one had to set a record.  I was out
of the bathroom and back into the living room in a flash.

Jake was seated in his easy chair scooted down so his crotch was at the
edge of the cushion.  His massive cock was standing straight up and Randy
had the tip of it in his painfully stretched mouth.  He was using both
hands to stroke his Dad's log.

He removed his mouth from his Dad's cock-head and I could see a ring of
lipstick encircling the glans.

I was wearing only a towel and my cock was hard as a rock tenting out the
front of the cotton covering.

Randy scooted back a little, beckoned me to step over his way and reached
out to pull the towel away from me.

I felt very inadequate with my 6-inch dick compared to Jake's python but
Randy squealed in delight as he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward his
waiting mouth.  He was up on his knees and in one gulp swallowed my cock to
the root.

He pulled away for a minute saying "finally!  A cock I can deep throat!
Dad's is just too big!"

The past hour or so was mind blowing to say the least.  I couldn't believe
these total strangers had invited me into their home and in the course of
less than two hours had invited me to fuck a very sexy 12-year-old boy.

Randy redirected his attention to my cock and bobbed up and down performing
like an expert.  Jake was stroking his log all the while staring at his
boy's sweet ass.

Randy pushed me back onto the couch, knelt down in front of me to continue
his oral attentions to my cock and balls.  Jake got up from his chair and
positioned himself on his knees behind his son.

He pulled a tube of KY from under one of the couch cushions, liberally
coated his cock with the lube and placed his massive organ between his
son's legs.

He pumped his cock in and out from between Randy's thighs in a heated
fucking motion.  From time to time he would back away, grab his dick with
his hand, and run the tip of his cock up and down the valley between his
son's firm ass globes.  He would do this for a moment then resume fucking
Randy's thighs.

I was about to blow my load when I heard Jake cry out with his orgasm.
From my vantage point it appeared as if he was filling Randy's rectum with
Daddy juice but the spurts of cum that hit my lower legs told me otherwise.

Randy quickly stood up, turned and faced his father who then quickly
slurped up his own jizz from his boy's belly.  He gave his son's cock a
quick lick or two then told the boy to get on all fours on the floor.  The
12-year-old smooth boy obeyed his father and positioned himself with his
ass in the air, shoulders on the floor.  The globes of his muscular ass
were so inviting.

Jake tossed me the KY, told me to lube up, and help my self.

I was able to see the brown starfish of Randy's ass quite well. It was very
obvious that this was NOT virgin territory as there was a visible dilation
of his anus.

After lubing my cock I got myself into position and placed the tip of my
rod at his hole.  One push and I was in to the hilt.  It was hot, warm,
snug and very delicious feeling to my dick.

I was so damned horny by this time I pounded him like a jackrabbit.  There
was no sound of discomfort coming from the pubescent tween, only pleasure.

I only lasted a few minutes before shooting my load deep into his bowels.

Once my cock plopped out of his asshole, I fell back onto my haunches,
Randy quickly turned around and slurped my cock into his hot mouth
cleansing all traces of my cum and his rectal fluids from my rod and balls.

Jake looked at us, cock in hand, and said "I'm done for the evening...gonna
go to bed.  You guys have fun!"

This was very bizarre of course, but who was I to question?

Randy led me down the hall to his bedroom and told me that he would take
the top bunk.  The top tier wasn't all that high and I figured out why
after a moment.

Randy jumped up to the top mattress, turned so his ass was facing me,
propped his feet up against the sideboard, let his knees drop to the side
to where he was in the frog-leg position.

His 4.5-inch hard cock with barely a sprinkling of pubic hair, his bald
scrotum with grape-sized balls and his recently fucked asshole was at face
level.

"Eat me, Ken!  Eat me!"

I happily obliged, diving into his crotch that was framed by the black
leather of the chaps.

"Ken!  Ken!" I heard "Wake up!"

It was Allison gently shaking my shoulder saying my name over and again.

I hated being awakened from the dream that was so erotic.  She noticed my
hard cock and gave is a squeeze.

"Dreaming about me?" she teased, stroking my rod a couple of times.

"You're just going to have to wait until tonight!  Look what I've got!"

She held up the newly tailored vest and chaps that Fred had altered for
her.  I didn't, yet I did, want to know what she had to do to get him to do
this work so quickly.

"Did you know Fred likes it up the ass as much as you do?"

Well, that answered that question.

The vest and chaps looked as if they would fit Kate pretty well.  Allison
wasn't all that big in the body as a young teen although she was of
slightly above average height.  Katie was tall for her age and a bit
thicker for her age.  I hoped that these would fit her just about right.
At any rate it would be fodder for fantasy at the very least.

I looked at the clock and it was time to shower, dress and hit the road.

We mounted the VTX and headed out to cross the river into Kentucky.  There
was time to spare so we just cruised along enjoying the scenery.  I
deliberately held off using the blinker buddy as Allison, I assumed, would
be joining Andrew and Carol for fun later on this evening as I got to spend
time with Katie.

We took our time on the ride over and after about an hour we arrived at the
Ziff's place and dismounted the bike.

Katie skipped out of the garage and met Allison and I in the driveway.

Her flaming locks were loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a red
baby-doll top with white polka dots.  Her slightly tanned and lightly
freckled shoulders looked so creamy under the spaghetti straps.  The
elasticized top emphasized her budding nipples and the small fat pads of
her titlets.  As she skipped her top billowed out exposing her taught
abdomen and giving me a glimpse of her sexy outie navel.

She was wearing white pedal pushers that appeared to be painted on her firm
ass globes and hairless muscular thighs and calves.  She was wearing
spotless white canvas sneakers and no socks.

She came to me, grabbed me around my waist and hugged me tightly to her
sexy lithe body.  Her hair fell back in a fountain of red as she tilted her
head back, puckered her head back and leaned in for a kiss.

I obliged this sexy little vixen with a slightly more than cursory touch of
lips as my right hand slid from her mid back to her left ass cheek and gave
it a little squeeze.  She giggled a little bit as her right hand deftly
moved from my lower back, palm grazing my ass cheek, toward my crotch,
ending up with the back of her hand rubbing against my crotch and my
rapidly expanding cock.

Allison caught this sleight of hand act, looked at me with raised eyebrows
and a grin.

Katie turned her hand around, gave my cock a squeeze, emitted a sound
between a chuckle and a giggle and turned to greet Allison.

She stuck out her hand and the two girls shook hands.  Katie clung to
Allison's hand and led her through the garage and out into the back yard
where her parents had set up the grill.

I walked behind them enjoying the pleasant view of two very fine asses as
they swayed back and forth.  The two of them were chatting and seemed to be
on their way to hitting it off very well.

We all made our introductions and settled into the cushioned outdoor chairs
around the table.  Iced beverages were passed around and we settled into a
comfortable banter.

Allison was the first to refer to our clandestine activities by saying

"Ken and I have been lovers almost since we first met.  I'm glad he has met
you because I know Katie will thoroughly enjoy his abilities."

Talk about breaking the ice.

In no time we all retelling stories of sexual play.  I won't bore you with
the details here but the story of how Andrew, Carol and Katie started with
each other and how things have evolved is quite interesting.

By this time Katie had moved over toward me and sat on my lap... actually
straddling my right knee.  As the conversation continued she began grinding
her little crotch ever so subtly against my knee.  This was incredibly
arousing to me as I envisioned that puffy peach so lightly sprinkled with
fine red pussy down.

I was seeing a spark develop between Allison and the other two adults
present at the table and Katie's grinding on my knee was giving me a very
uncomfortable hard-on that was begging for relief.

Andrew stood up, an erect cock obvious by the tenting of his shorts and
announced that he was going to get the dogs and burgers going.

"I think we'll have a bite of supper first then you and Katie can do
whatever you'd like and Carol and I will get to know Allison.

Katie giggled, and then ground her cunt into my knee a few more times, let
out a small groan accompanied by a shudder and dismounted.  She turned
quickly, wrapping her arms behind my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the
cheek.

She then turned to Allison and asked her if she'd like to see her room.
Allison answered,

"Sure sweetie! I have a little present for you!"

Katie's eyes got wide and she broke out into a big grin.  "I like
presents!" she gushed

The two younger girls wandered off and Carol and I helped Andrew with the
grill and dinner preparations.

"Allison is hot!" Carol said "Does she like girls and boys?"

"Allison likes sex with young boys and girls as well as older women and
men." I answered.  "She is a very sexual human being and I've never known
her to shy away from any circumstances."

"Good!" Carol responded, "my pussy is gushing... she is very pretty and
just oozes with sexiness!"

After a while Allison and Katie came out of the house and were walking
together, holding hands and chatting like old friends.

"Allison sure has a pretty pussy!" Katie shared with the table "I'm gonna
shave mine like she shaves hers once Mommy says I can!"

"I had to use the restroom and Katie followed me in." Allison explained.

"I'm glad you cleared that up," I replied "I hate the thought of you two
playing around without me being there to watch!"

We all had a chuckle at that and turned our attention to dinner.

Dinner was soon cooked, eaten and the table cleared.

"Katie?" I asked... would you like to go for a ride?  If it's okay with
your parents?"

That I was going to be sexually active with this young lady sometime in the
very near future was evident... asking her parent's permission for a
motorcycle ride seemed a bit silly but there ARE protocols!

They said it was okay and Katie ran off into the house with Allison on her
heels.

After a few minutes they came out and I was stunned to see my little red
headed slut with her hair in a braided pony tail, a red bandana tied around
her head, a very loose white wife-beater shirt under her black leather
vest, and the assless chaps over a pair of peg-leg jeans and black leather
boots.

She was grinning ear to ear as was Allison... the alterations done by Fred
were perfect.  Allison at 13 and Katie at 9 ½ weren't that much
different in size, but there was considerable work done on the quick... I
guess having a 19 year old hot as hell college student plowing his ass with
a strap-on was incentive enough?

The chaps were crotch-less as well as assless I must add here.  They were
really not much more than two leather pants legs with snaps down the sides
of the legs, held together by straps to a fairly wide belting mechanism.
The end result was that Katie's long, muscular legs were encased in black
leather while her denim clad crotch and ass were exposed to my lustful and
longing gaze.  Dear god was she ever sexy as hell!

She sauntered over to where we adults were gathered, kissed her mom and dad
and said

"See ya later... me and Ken are goin' for a ride"

The manner in which she said the word `ride' was so provocative, so
suggestive, that no one who heard it could mistake it for anything other
than "we're gonna fuck!"

Again, who am I to argue?

I mounted the bike and Katie got on behind me.  Her helmet was in place
letting only about 10 inches of red braided hair fall down the middle of
her neck and upper back.  She had put a light backpack/purse contraption
over her arms somewhere along the way.  I cranked up the bike; Katie
snuggled up against me with her hands gripping the buddy belt.  We took off
beeping the horn a little at Andrew, Carol and Allison as they waved
goodbye to us.

"Who wears the strap on first?"  Carol asked as the three of them headed
toward the house.

Katie and I had ridden about 10 minutes west of their home when I felt her
hand snake around my right thigh and her fingertips brushing against my
crotch.  We were riding on a fairly well travelled road but I wasn't too
worried about anyone seeing what she was doing.  I WAS concerned that the
distraction might cause an accident so, reluctantly, I removed her hand
from my lap and put it back on my waist so she could hold on to the buddy
belt.

There is a very old inn/restaurant nearby called the Buck-run Inn that has
a nice little park area with a small stream running through it.  There are
some short nature paths that meander through the area and I thought it
might be a place to stop for a while.  We were only a minute or two away
from the turn-off so I decided to head back in that direction to allow at
least a moment or two of private time with my little vixen.  My cock was
hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum like crazy...maybe a little saunter into
the woods and a quick hand job from my scarlet haired lover to be could be
arranged.

I noticed that the approach lane to the restaurant wasn't quite as well
kept as I was used to seeing.  I didn't think too much of it as the economy
of late has been tough and many places of business were cutting back on
`frills'.

It's about ¾ mile back through a very nicely wooded area to the inn,
which was built in part by Abraham Lincoln's father.  As we rode back, it
became clear to me that something was amiss.

At the end of the road right at the entrance to the parking lot was a
simple 2x6 propped up between two sawhorses.  There was a simple
handwritten sign that read "CLOSED"

I was disappointed as this restaurant was a place that my family had
frequented dozens of times over the years.  Many birthdays, graduations,
anniversaries etc. had been celebrated there. As a youngster we'd wander
off into the woods and do some exploring.  At the time it seemed like a
dark wilderness, but really it was not any different than a city park.  The
trails may wander but we were never far from civilization or from our
parent's calls.

Even though a bit rough, the landscaping was still lovely and apparently
the closure was recent as the area looked as if it had been tidied up in
the not too distant past.

I guided the bike around the blockade and into the parking lot.  We parked,
got off the bike, and took a brief look around.  We were alone!

There is a short path that leads down a small hill to a bridge that crosses
the stream.  On the other side are several pavilions for shelter, the
numerous picnic tables still present as if waiting for a group of people to
come along.

We took the path across the stream and just explored for a few minutes.  I
told Katie about the different parties I'd attended there and how much fun
could be had exploring the trails.

"Did you ever play hide and seek here?" she queried.

"Yep... lots of times!" was my response.

She poked me in the side and said "TAG!!! YOU'RE IT!" and ran off giggling
down the well worn path and into the woods.

"You hafta count to 200 before you come looking!" was the last thing I
heard as I saw her trotting down the path, between the bushes and ancient
trees, the globes of her sweet ass undulating with each stride.

I wasn't worried for her safety because the woods here had been `tamed' for
over 50 years... the thickest of the underbrush was long gone and the paths
wandered back and forth so closely together that one was never far from
being in sight of another trail.  Additionally, there was a stock fence
that separated the restaurant grounds from the surrounding farms so I
didn't worry about her wandering off.

Admiring the energy of her youth, I counted slowly to 200 as Katie hid.
Once I reached the two century mark I stepped onto the trail and traipsed
into the woods in quest of my red headed pre-pubescent sex toy to-be.

I had gone into the wooded area maybe 50 feet all the while looking for
Katie.  I looked around and recognized some of the landmarks from my
youth... a gully here, a large limestone `cliff' ...really an area of
limestone laid bare by hundreds of years of erosion... it was perhaps 15 to
twenty feet tall.

I slowly walked maybe 300 feet total, following the wandering trail, and
had seen no sign of Katie at all.  I decided that I'd probably passed her
hiding spot and turned around to retrace my steps a bit.  I hadn't walked
more than 50 feet or so when I heard a giggling come from straight above
me.

I looked up and saw Katie standing on a tree limb perhaps 10 feet above the
ground.  The tree was quite large and the branch upon which Katie was
standing was sturdy enough for her to be some distance from the tree trunk.
It took me a moment, but I realized that not only was Katie standing on
this limb...but she had managed to take off the jeans she had been wearing
and was wearing only the shoes, chaps and the leather vest.

Her feet were spread about two feet apart exposing her delectable peach to
my hungry eyes.  When I first heard the term peach used to describe a young
girl's pussy I didn't quite get it.  Here before my very eyes, however, was
the perfect example of the peach.  Her labia majora were very plump and med
in the middle at the most delectable cleft.  Imagine if you will the stem
of a peach peaking from the folds as the clitoris and there you have it.

Her arms were outstretched above her shoulders, hands grasping another limb
for balance, and she had the cutest grin and the most devious sparkle in
her eyes.  I could see the undersides of her barely budding
breasts... healthy puffy nipples really.  My mouth was watering as was my
cock.

"See anything you like?" she asked.

"Only the sweetest looking pussy in the world!"  I called back.

She squatted down on the limb, the movement resulting in the spreading of
her knees and a greater exposure of her nearly labia and the half dozen or
so red curly hairs.

She scooted until her but was touching the limb, dropped her hands to her
side, did some little flippity thing and before I knew it she was hanging
by her hands from the tree limb.  She was in a position to be facing me,
her feet dangling maybe a foot above my shoulders.  She had a good grip on
the limb and obviously the strength to hang on... for a while anyway...


I wasn't sure I'd be able to catch her if she fell, but I could help break
her fall but with proper maneuvering I could ease her to the ground.

I reached up, put my arms behind her calves and cradled them in my arms.
The thought being I would just let her slip between my arms and my body
slowing her descent.  This actually worked quite well and as she released
the limb, her body slipped between my arms and my body... just enough
friction to slow her down so she touched the ground at a reasonable speed.
I was able to brush my lips and tongue against her vulva as they slid in
front of me.  I could feel her body shiver as I tasted her oh so slightly
musky crotch.

Once she was on her own two feet, my arms still holding her close, she
looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said

"Kiss me Ken!  Kiss me hard!"

So I did.

If you've never kissed the lips of a preteen- I mean really passionately
kissed...then you haven't lived.

Her small head felt so good in my hand as I pressed the back of her head
toward my own.  Firmly yet gently our lips met, the softness of hers seemed
to melt into mine.  Our lips tangled at times with tentative touches and at
others with a frenzied ferocity of pure lust.

I'm a fairly strong man, but I couldn't continue to hold her entire weight
for long.  I broke the kiss and said... "Let's find a place to sit down!"

There was a limestone boulder that had emerged from the surface of the
Kentucky clay how many centuries ago?  It was about 20 feet from where we
stood and I swung Katie around to where she was in my arms much like a man
would carry his newly wedded wife across the threshold.  We were heading
toward a threshold of another type!

We nuzzled each other, the child giggling and me grinning like a fool as I
carried her to the boulder.  I sat down and Katie immediately swung her
legs around so that she was straddling my thighs.  I looked down at the
leather vest she was wearing and marveled at how exquisitely sexy her
immature breasts looked... buttermilk in color, lightly colored with their
strawberry pink nipples firmly topping the barely perceptible mounds of
chest flesh.

She leaned back a bit to allow me access to her pectoral treasures and my
head dove straight to her right titlet and engulfed nearly the entire mound
into my mouth.  Applying gentle suction and tickling the tip of her nipple
with my tongue I was in Pedo-heaven!

I switched from one to another, mouthing her tiny orbs, making a loud
popping sound as the suction broke first from the right bud to the left and
back again.  Her areolas were turning closer to a red color as my oral
ministrations brought increasing blood flow to the surface.  Her nipples
were becoming like tiny bullets as her sexual arousal increased heartbeat
by heartbeat, suckle by suckle.

My cock was straining to be released from my pants.  Katie was straddling
my thighs and grinding her crotch against the lump in my jeans so hard it
was painful.

I could smell her prepubescent odor from her ever moistening pussy... the
aroma hitting me like the proverbial ton of bricks.  I was going to have
her, to ravish her, to pound her cunt like a jackhammer... and SOON!

I backed up just a little bit on the boulder and reached up with my hands
and stripped away the black leather vest.  Her nearly flat chest was bared
to my piercing gaze as I visually devoured the smooth skin, the barely
perceptible mounds of tit-flesh, and the deep rose color of her cone shaped
nipples.  Both breastlets were glistening...dripping even with the saliva I
had left behind only seconds before.

I tossed the leather garment to the side and reached up and covered her
miniature mammaries with the palms of my hands savoring the soft yet firm
flesh mounds that were just the beginnings of a palmful.  At first I gave
them a gentle, just perceptible squeeze which brought out a soft moan from
my fourth grade lover.  This incited me to be a little more vigorous and I
gave both of them a simultaneous grasp, much more of a pinch actually, and
this resulted in a yelp from her tender mouth, the one I'd just recently
devoured with my lips and tongue.

"Yeeeeeaaagghhh!  I'm cumming" she cried as her upper body stiffened,
bringing her to a nearly straight upright position in front of me.  Her
legs stiffened a bit too resulting in a slight relief of the pressure
against my cock which was uncomfortably bent in my jeans.

I let go of her tits and leaned back on my shoulders against the flat top
of the boulder.  Katie had straightened all the way up and was upright on
her knees.

Her pussy was mere inches from my mouth.  My eyes were momentarily out of
focus... I'd been staring at her beautiful chest and when I changed my gaze
to her swollen pudenda things were a bit blurry for just a second.  As my
eyes regained their focus, her plump mons came into view.

From more than a couple of feet distant, her pussy seemed completely devoid
of any hair.  My closer vantage point afforded me the knowledge that there
was just the faintest hint of strawberry blonde fuzz... no thicker, no
darker, no longer than the hair on her forearms, developing in a spreading
fern pattern over the soft, round Mons of Venus on this delectable nymph.
I gave it a puff with my pursed lips and the hair was so short, so sparse,
that there wasn't even a hint of movement.

I pulled her to me and was delighted to realize that in this position my
mouth was level with her lower abdomen between her navel and her pussy.  I
pressed my mouth against her slightly chubby belly and kissed and sucked
the flesh in front of me like a man starved for weeks.  I worked my way
down her mons, to the top of her interlabial cleft.

As I've mentioned earlier, the thickness of her clitoral hood, the labia
minora and the overall appearance of her inner parts were more that of an
adult than a soon to be ten year old girl.  (I was to learn later that her
parents had been using an estrogen cream on her for several months... this
resulted in the thickening of this tissue as well as making it more pliable
and increasing its innate lubricating capabilities... ahh! Better pedo
living through chemistry!)

Her clit was erect, poking its pea sized plumpness from under the prepuce.
The hood of her clit was retracted ever so slightly exposing the
pearlescent pink morsel.  Her inner labial tissue was engorged with blood
poking prominently from the plump outer lips each of which had just a
couple of stray pubic hairs the most remarkable shade of red.

Her vaginal opening was slightly agape... ready for my turgid torpedo to
make its intrusion into the inner workings of her tweenage twat.

There was a drop of thick, clear moisture gathering at the underside of her
lower cleft.  I reached out with my tongue to lap it up not wishing to
waste one tiny bit of this evidence of her sexual arousal.  The aroma of
excited female...NO!  excited, artificially estrogenized little
girl... wafted to my olfactory glands caused a pulse of excitement to
course through my now throbbing dick.

Katie shuddered once again with a mild orgasm as I slowly trailed the flat
of my tongue from near her puckered brown star, over the center of her
peach, dipping ever so slightly into her pussy, up and up until reaching
her clit which I stabbed very gently with the tip of my tongue which I had
"rolled" Her body stiffened, she gasped and muttered breathlessly,

"Oh. My. God!"

Her hips began making an ever faster thrusting motion the more I licked her
girlish pussy.

I was extremely aroused and terribly uncomfortable on my perch atop the
limestone.  I looked around and spotted an area that was flat, devoid of
anything that looked remotely like sticks, stones, and most importantly
poison ivy.

I had Katie stand up and as quickly as possible tore off my clothing to
make a bed of sorts on the ground.  I was convinced we were not at risk of
being discovered and I was not going to be denied access to this girl's hot
pussy!

I had her lie down on the makeshift pallet and seeing her there, her
bandana still around her flaming red hair, her chest with its buttermilk
hue and ever so slightly developing breasts, her nearly flat tummy with its
delightful innie belly button, the puffy prominence of her mons with the
sparse pink fuzz, the engorged tissue of her labia minora exposed in a
nearly scandalous manner by the splay of her bent knees... all of this
inviting me to this fuck-feast with a soon to be fourth grader!

I got down on my knees, happy that the underlying mat of leaves was thick
enough to make a soft surface, grasped her legs at their junction with her
buttocks and like a crazed and starving man dove into her crotch like a
contestant at a watermelon eating contest.

I slurped and salivated, licked and probed, pressed the bridge of my nose
against her clitoris while my tongue did its dance on her labia.  I curled
my tongue and used the tip to probe and prod at the entrance to her pussy
which was now exuding a steady stream of fuck me lube.

Rivulets of liquid trickled down her perineum to moisten her anal rosebud.
I moved the palm of my right hand up and used the steady stream of pussy
cream to douse my index finger.  I tickled her starfish with gentle
pressure removing it only to gather the increasing flow of her vaginal
secretions mixed with my copious saliva.

Once adequately lubed I increased the pressure on the gate to her back
passage and was soon buried to the second knuckle.  This brought forth a
low, throaty moan from my pre-pubescent lover and she bucked her hips off
of the forest floor in a rapid fucking motion resulting in the burial of my
finger to the last knuckle. I added a second finger and continued to finger
fuck the anal passage of this horny little minx.

By this time I was lapping her cunt for all I was worth and trying my best
to maintain contact between my lips and tongue with her moving target of a
twat.  The tops of her leather chaps allowed enough access to her pussy
area that I could eat without interference but the spreading combined
moisture from her pussy and my mouth was making the leather wet and
increased the olfactory stimulation I was getting.  It was difficult but I
managed to maintain oral ministrations until she rode the lingual pony to
another orgasm.

Her pussy emitted another gush of cream which flowed onto my finger which
was still implanted in her rectum, the ring of her anal sphincter gripping
it tightly.  This lessened the friction and I was able to more rapidly saw
into her shit chute.  I curved my fingers forward allowing pressure on the
back wall of her pussy from the rectal side.  Her eyes bulged out and she
ordered

"FUCK ME NOW KEN I WANT IT IN ME!!!"

I pulled my fingers from her asshole and pushed her bent knees toward her
head.  This exposed her pulsing pussy even more obscenely.  Her entire
perineum including her asshole was glistening with moisture and muscle
spasms were causing her anus to wink and her introitus to alternately
pucker and open as if a hungry mouth was opening and closing.

I adjusted the level of her crotch and mine and with my left hand
supporting her hips, her arms entwined behind her knees, I used my right
hand to guide my throbbing fuck stick toward the entrance to heaven itself.

She whined like the little girl she was as she felt the tip of my rod touch
her cunt lips.  I wanted to savor this moment but yet I simply could not
resist the urge to plunge my cock into her depths as quickly and completely
as possible.  I rubbed the head of my throbbing aching cock up and down the
cleft of her cunt a few times for added stimulation.

Finally, I let my cockhead rest at her pussy opening for what seemed like
an eternity yet I know it was only a split second before I lunged forward
burying my cock into her tight channel until I felt the tip bump against
her juvenile cervix.

Katie screamed not with pain but with passion.  I was so glad we were in
the proverbial middle of nowhere as surely someone would unwittingly think
she was being slaughtered.

Instead, my little red-headed Lolita, my fourth grade fuck toy, the
pre-pubescent provider of perfect pussy was being skewered by my cock and
she loved every spectacular sensation that was burning through her body.

My thrusts into her were met by repeated sounds of "ugh, ugh, mmmph, ugh,
ugh, mmmph" coming from the back of my 9 year old lover's throat.  Her
breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid seemingly with each passing
moment.

As I pumped her eyes would shut for a moment the open and look into mine.
It was near impossible to tell if she was able to focus on me or not but
our eyes met each time her lids were open and there was an intensity in her
gaze that led me to believe there was a psychic or maybe physiological
eruption ready to unleash.

There was an unmistakable level of concentration in her face and from time
to time she would suck her lower lip into her mouth and grasp it with her
upper teeth.  Gently, not breaking the skin or drawing blood, but
nevertheless her upper teeth had a firm grip on her lip and this motion was
accompanied by a sharp intake of breath through her barely open mouth... a
reverse hiss if you will.

I would like to say the thrusting lasted for hours but that's nowhere near
the truth.  The passion that had built up between my little lover and me
made the measurement of time impossible.  I know that I thrust as deeply
and strongly as I could for as long as I could.  What I wasn't prepared for
was Katie's next vocalization.

"In my ass Ken... IN MY ASS!"

My mind rapidly processed this request and, not thinking about the
possibility of hurting her.  I withdrew my cock from her slick hot pussy,
pressed the tip against her brown pucker and pressed forward.

I was so glad that I had loosened up her back passage a bit with my finger
as I ate her out.  She produced so much lube that my cock was slick from
tip to root and she was horny enough (and apparently experienced enough)
that there was only the slightest gasp as my cock became buried up to the
hilt with my pubic hair resting against her upturned ass cheeks mere
seconds after the initiation of anal sex.

I plowed this ground as thoroughly as I did her pussy.  Rapidly and
forcefully I inserted and withdrew my cock from this angel's ass.  I looked
down at the juncture of my cock and her asshole and marveled at the sight
of her anal ring and surrounding tissue extrude from her body as it gripped
my rod so tightly on withdrawal, then push back into her as I punched back
into her pelvis.  I had only been playing butt pirate for perhaps a minute
or so when my angel looked me in the eye and said pleadingly, her words
staccato as I plunged in and out.  Her hands gripped my forearms and her
fingernails dug into my flesh as she flexed then relaxed her fingers.

"In... a ... minute... I'm gonna... cum... I want... you
... you... too... too... take ...your cock...outta ... my ass... and
put... it... it back... into ... my pu...pus..pussy!"

I pounded my preteen lover for a few seconds more when she nearly shouted

"NOW KEN... DO IT NOW!"

I withdrew my lance from her rectum and plunged immediately full length
into her steamy cunt bumping into her cervix causing her to yell out in
ecstasy.  Her orgasm seemed to develop deep within the recesses of her
abdomen, bubbling and boiling up through her oh so slightly chubby body.
Her pussy clenched my dick so hard it was nearly impossible to move it back
and forth.  She let loose a guttural scream and her body went rigid,
straightening her legs out with a force that nearly pushed me away.

Spasm after spasm wracked her body and she trembled as if she were a living
vibrator.

This scene... the sounds, the smells, the tightness of her gripping cunt
pushed me over the edge and as she reached the height of her spend my cock
let loose with volley after volley of my hot semen.  I felt splash after
splash of my cum as it seemed to bounce off of the walls of her tight pussy
and engulf my cock spreading its hot thickness between my dick and the
walls of her steamy twat.  I know by the sounds being made as I continued
to thrust in and out of my little lover that there was copious amounts of
our juices being spilled out of her pussy and dripping down the cleft of
her ass cheeks.

The tiny girl went completely limp underneath me and I was certain that she
had passed out.  I held my weight away from her body with my arms and could
see that her face and chest were flushed as red as if she had been in the
hot sun for hours on end.  Her nipples were hard as little rocks and the
small amount of breast tissue underneath them had, as if by magic, firmed
up making her miniscule breasts prominent on her chest.

I withdrew my cock ever so slowly, completely sated and out of breath.
Katie opened her eyes and her gaze met mine.

"Ken?" she queried softly

"Yes sweetheart" I answered.

"Will you eat your cum from me please?  Daddy always does!"

Of course I will I thought... anything for my sexy fourth grade vixen.

END CHAPTER NINE.