After about thirty minutes, the kids came back in, sweating and hot from the bike ride. They grabbed soda's and sat to play some GameBoy®. Mike was sitting on the couch relaxing in almost a napping position. I scooted back until I was leaning up against his legs. Terry and Carla were engrossed in the game that they were playing, so Mike leaned over and slid his hand down my shirt and cupped one of my tiny breasts in his hand. He toyed with my nipples until I was wiggling on the floor from the reaction it was causing between my legs.
I wondered how my breasts could stimulate me this way. They were just flesh and fatty tissue. Why did men seemed so fascinated by them? It was then I realized that because they were a part of my privates, and secret to open viewing, that must be why men are drawn to them. In many countries, women go around topless and men do not even notice them. Boy was I glad we lived here in America. Then again it could also be the fact that his touch was sending extremely small electric jolts throughout my body, leaving me wanting more.
So this is what foreplay is a part of. I thought, “I definitely like it!” Though I had seen Terry's cock plunging into Stacy's pussy, and I knew that it must have felt so much more powerful then the small amount of love tickling I was experiencing, I knew that I could trust Mike to never go to far, unless I was emotionally as well as physically ready for it.
I let him continue to cup my breasts and I reached into my own shorts and pulled them slightly away from my crotch, so he could look down and gaze upon my love triangle. His reaction was to grab my breasts even harder.
I teasingly let him watch me bring my hand to my mouth and wet my fingers with saliva. Holding the material far enough away so that he could get a clear view, I slid my now wet fingers between my labia. The lips on my vagina stretched apart and he could see how I slid my fingers up and down.
I looked up at Mike and winked, and I said, “I have to go to the bathroom, back in a few.” Mike knew I wanted him to follow, but didn't want it to be obvious to the two playing GameBoy®. So he got up and went into the kitchen, got a soda, and went back into the front room.
Mike set the can down on the coffee table and observed Carla and Terry playing a dual game that could take quite a few minutes to finish. He headed down the hallway as if to go to his room, when he veered left into the bathroom. I had left the door slightly ajar in anticipation.
He saw me standing there brushing my hair, and I thought of the picture he had seen, that showed the handle of the hairbrush deep inside my warm tunnel.
Mike told me I was brushing the wrong set of hair. Reaching down, he gently tugged my shorts to the floor of the bathroom.
He noticed I had changed into a light purple pair of panties and commented on how they looked so sexy.
Taking the edge of the elastic on my panties he rolled them downward, instead of just pulling them off. My tiny tuft of pubic hair came into view and he leaned over and kissed each individual hair. Mike continued rolling my panties down until my tiny slit came into view. Plunging his tongue into the small valley formed there, he heard my breath increase in anticipation of what might happen.
At no time did Mike make any sudden moves. He was so gentle and trustworthy. I know he will never hurt me and I will never do anything to harm him and I care for him as he has opened a door to my life that I wish never to be closed again.
As my panties finally touched the floor, I stepped out of them and squatted so his tongue could penetrate me even more deeply.
He reached over and grabbed the hairbrush I had been using just a few moments earlier. Placing the handle against my virginal entrance, he worked it back and forth until it slid it effortlessly into the warmth inside.
I could feel my vagina stretch as it attempted to engulf the odd shaped handle. My muscled quivered and contracted. He leaned over and sucked on my pussy lips as the handle continued its travels deep inside me.
The start of my first light orgasm, began down at my toes, to my knees, and deep inside me. His slurping sound was much greater now as he drove me over the edge and my legs buckled in the wave after intense wave of pure emotion. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours.
As I finally spent myself, he stood up and I leaned over and kissed him, tasting some of my own juices that had flowed over his mouth.
I reached down with my free hand and pulled his pants down, which freed his penis to stand straight out.
I dropped to my knees and bringing my lips to the tip of his cock, kissed the pulsating penis and then gently lifted his sack below, as if measuring them for weight. It was still a new experience to see his mature hard throbbing penis.
Tickling his balls and the pubic hair that surrounded them, I then drew his cock into my mouth as if I was sucking through a straw.
Taking as much of Mike's penis deep into my mouth as I could,
I swirled my tongue around the crown of his warm flesh. While my one hand continued to tickle his balls, my other formed around the base of his cock and began stroking him gently.
I gave him my total attention as I looked down my nose and saw the massive cock, sliding into my mouth. The view of his penis flowing in and out, caused my vagina to contract again.
I felt that by giving myself to him totally, nothing else mattered more than fulfilling his desires at that moment.
There are many different forms of love. One loved their parents, yet loved brothers and sisters in a complete different way. It was still love. This was another form of love and could only be shared by the two of them. The Secret that they must always carry hidden deep inside themselves, was as it should be. It was a private feeling. One that chance had allowed them to have. We didn't love each other as husband and wife would… that would require marriage, this was a special love in its own right.
If just a rumor of this got out that Mike had even touched some one of my young age, his entire life would come to an end.
If he was not killed in prison, the people of the backwards town that they lived in would shun him forever. His living depended on those townspeople. If anything happened to him, then he could no longer provide for his family. They would be torn apart, but most of all, the trust we had in each other would be broken.
If I had ever felt that he had crossed over that fine line that we had established, Mike said that he hoped that I would come to him and discuss the matter openly.
As he gazed down on me, with his phallus plunging itself into my young mouth, I wondered if he thought me so how innocent now.
My long flowing dark hair wrapped around his cock, teasing it with its gentle swaying. My just budding breasts were excited and my nipples stood forth almost farther than the mounds that surrounded them.
He could view my just forming pubic hair, not quite yet the triangle of passion that it would soon be.
I thought to myself that it was my own sexual needs that had allowed him to awaken my emotions. Was it his fault that I had lost some of my innocence? I knew deep inside myself that I could have easily chosen someone else, but had decided on being able to trust someone more experienced in the ways of life.
I had placed myself totally in his hands. But at this moment, it was more like he was in my hands. I felt that I would do anything in the world for him, and it wasn't just the heat of the moment.
Dear Diary,
I didn't mention another thing that happened in the bathroom Because it's kinda weird but sexy. I said I would do anything for Him, right? So…