Just the mere thought of ejaculating inside her tight pink little twat sent a whole new thrill through him, and his cock, almost exhausted, gave one last tremendous spurt of jism.
Almost in a trance, lovely little Lisa leaned over until her lips quivered only inches above Paul's spewing prick. Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth hung open, and that last huge jet of come covered the child's lips, tongue, and teeth.
Paul watched Lisa drink his last ejaculation, and then sank back on the bed, moaning, shivering as his last spasms quivered away in his belly.
Lisa straightened up slowly, her eyes half closed and unfocused. Slowly, as if in a dream, she licked the creamy semen off her lips.
Paul held his arms out to her, and she cuddled up next to him. They snuggled in each other's arms, purring and shivering in the after glow of their shared pleasure.
As if by mutual unspoken agreement, Paul put his hands between her thighs, one over her little pussy and one between the cheeks of her perfect little ass, and Lisa put her little hand over his spent cock, and they petted each other in the places they had recently had so much pleasure.
They stayed that way for many minutes, whispering.
"Did I do it right for you?" Lisa asked.
"Oh, God! Did you ever!" Paul sighed. "You were really wonderful! I mean it, Lisa! The best I've had in years!"
Lisa's little breast stirred with pride, and she gave his tired cock a tender squeeze.
"I'm so glad!" she purred. "Paul, I.really like what you did to me, too! Thank you for making me have my first orgasm!"
"I loved it, baby!" Paul chuckled.
After a while Lisa stirred and said she had to go home. Paul watched as she got up. She was so beautiful! She had pulled her little panties back up over her round buttocks, covering the small blond mound of her little pussy. She wiggled back into the gown and shrugged into the bathrobe. Then she came back to the bed and kissed Paul on the mouth. "Shall I come back tomorrow?" she asked.
"Oh, please do!"
And then she was gone, Paul laid on the bed for a few minutes more, feeling very relaxed and satisfied. He still couldn't quite believe all this was real.
The phone started ringing. Paul decided to ignore it, then abruptly changed his mind and snatched up the receiver after the fifth ring.
"Hello?" He knew it would be Angela even before he heard the voice.
"Well, so you're still alive. I'd never know, since you're always too busy to call me!"
Paul sighed and moaned inwardly. "Hello, Angela," he said. "How have you been?" he asked mechanically.
"As if you really cared!" she whined. "No doubt you're spending night and day sticking numbers into your precious computer programs!"
Paul grinned maliciously into the telephone. "What makes you think that! As a matter of fact, just before you called, I was masturbated to ejaculation by an exceptionally lovely twelve year old girl! I played with her little pussy until she came for me, and then she jacked me off until I shot jism into her little white hands!"
Angela sounded as if she were gagging. "Oh, Paul Evans, you are the most disgusting, foul-mouthed bastard I have ever known! Your sense of humor is just as sick and warped as the rest…"
Paul returned the instrument to its cradle, severing the connection while her hysterical voice was still quacking out to the speaker.
"Good-by, Angela!" Paul said to the silent telephone. There was smudged wet fingerprint on the receiver. Paul's fingers were damp. He put them to his nose, and smelled again the musty scent of Lisa's little slit.
Chapter 5
Paul discovered he was actually humming to himself as he cooked up a light lunch. He sat down at the desk to eat, and almost immediately his eyes fell on a page of calculations that had totally frustrated him the day before.
The logic of the series of numbers instantly became obvious to him, and even before he had finished his breakfast, he picked up his pencil and started making notes on a piиce of scrap paper. By the time his egg was all eaten, he had switched on the computer terminal on and was mapping out major corrections in the program.
He worked through the afternoon until after dark. When he noticed the time, it was nine-thirty and he still didn't feel tired. He fixed himself a huge salad for dinner with chopped ham and grated cheese, and worked happily until almost midnight.
By the time he quit for the night, Paul had a clear understanding of all the problems in the Engineering Dynamics program, and he looked forward to the next few days work with pleasure for a change.
He turned out the lights and stretched out on the bed. He felt a glowing sense of well being. He thought about his work, but as sleep neared his thoughts were more and more intruded upon by the vision of the beautiful little girl across the courtyard. Paul drifted off to sleep imagining the child's pink wet slit, and remembering her squirming in his arms as she experienced her first orgasm.
He slept extremely well and awakened early, well refreshed. He got up quickly and made a pot of coffee. He was aware of Lisa's back door across the courtyard, but he was also interested in his work, and he made some notations while he drank his coffee.
Lisa's father left at a quarter to nine, looking as if he was late and in a hurry. Paul poured another cup of coffee and sharpened his pencil.
At ten minutes after nine the door across the court opened again and Lisa stepped out into the southern California sunshine. Her radiant blond beauty almost took Paul's breath away.
She was wearing a pair of very short white hip-hugger shorts, and her perfect little ass rolled under the stretching cloth as she twisted around admiring the day. The shorts were very tight in front too, stretching across the budding mound of her little pussy.
On top she ware a thin halter of white gauzy material, almost transparent, and from clear across the yard Paul could see the points in the garment where her little nipples strained.
Her white legs were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Once again, she stopped to examine the pool on her way across the court.
She kneeled down on the curb around the water, bending over to look at the smooth surface. The white shorts stretched tightly across her round buttocks, and Paul could tell she wasn't wearing any panties.
Paul was still in his robe, and he could feel his cock stiffen as he watched the lovely blond nympho. Had this beautiful vision of budding femininity actually allowed him to caress her little crack? Had her soft little white hands actually encircled his swollen cock and fondled his manhood until he ejaculated? Had that sweet angelic little mouth opened greedily to drink the creamy semen that spurted from his red throbbing dick?
Paul could tell that Lisa was looking at her reflection in the swimming pool. The white cloth strained across her lovely ass, and Paul stared hungrily at the thin strip of cloth that ran between the little girl's slim thighs.
Once again the thought of actually having intercourse with Lisa flashed through Paul's brain. His cock twitched inside of his robe. What would it be like to slip his hard prick inside those little legs wrapped passionately around your plunging ass?
A thrill ran through Paul's body, almost making him spill his coffee, and at the same moment Lisa stood up at the edge of the pool.
She stood straight and seemed to stretch toward the nourishing sun. Up on tip-toes she went, and Paul saw her little breasts straining against the thin halter. The muscles in her beautiful calves and thighs stood out as she stretched. She lifted her bare thin arms to the sun, arched her back, and shook with spontaneous childish animal pleasure, like a dog after a dip in cool water. Paul watched in delight as she switched her beguiling little ass.
Then, after this brief unintentional, moment of sun worship, the lovely child proceeded across the courtyard to Paul's door. Paul watched her approach, noticing the way her little pussy squirmed around as her thighs moved back and forth. He already had a full erection by the time the little girl knocked on his door.