"She knew, too. That little minx knew and she watched me shoot and she pumped me even faster and she said, 'Ooooo, that one went way high!'"
"I felt like I was squirting my brains out. Jesus, that was a good one. I get a hard-on just remembering like this."
"The stuff was all over – on the bed, on my shirt, on her hands. But she didn't seem to mind it. She even put her hand up to her nose and smelled it. She said it smelled like fish oil. I almost said, 'Taste it once,' but I didn't. I got up and got a rag and wet it in the laundry tub in the other part of the basement and came back and wiped it all up."
"That's the trouble with shooting off like that – it's so messy. I wish men didn't have stuff sometimes. It would sure solve a lot of problems."
"We didn't have a chance to do anything more. We heard the car come up the driveway. Mom and Louisa's Dad were back!"
"She got white in the face and got her bra on quick and was stepping into her panties just as we heard them come into the house upstairs. I got into my pants just as quick."
"I got cute and winked at Louisa and called up the stairs, 'Hey, Mom, will you tell Louisa to leave me alone? She's down here bothering me all the time!'"
"Louisa picked up on it right away. She yelled back she was just looking for something she lost and Mom told her to come upstairs and help her get supper ready."
"So Louisa grumbled and grinned at me and went upstairs. I knew we had a thing going we both liked a lot. I knew I'd see her again first chance there was."
"But we didn't get a good chance to be alone for a couple weeks at least. Really alone so we could get undressed and have a ball."
"She came down to my basement room a lot of times to 'bother me' while Mom was upstairs, or her dad was home, too. But she couldn't stay long… it was just quick stuff. You know, she'd pull her panties down to her ankles and hop up on the bed and I'd give her a quick fingering-off."
"She was always wet when I got my finger in her little slit, too. And she went off quicker and quicker, too. Till, after the tenth time – she managed to see me sometime or other for a few minutes every night – after about the tenth time she could have a climax in about two minutes."
"And she learned to just enjoy it in silence, too. She'd sort of hold her breath and grab my pillow and press it over her face when she came. She moaned a little bit, but even I could barely hear it, and she bit the pillow, too. And her pussy was all over the bed, jerking up and down, and sideways."
"So that took maybe three to five minutes, giving her an orgasm, and then she'd sit up and I'd get my prong out for her and she'd two-hand me off – whoosh, you know? I was always ready for that."
"We'd drop a hanky over the end of my prick a second before I squirted to keep the stuff from shooting all over. She got better and better at jacking me off… she could tell when to go fast. One time when we had time she pumped me up close till I was dribbling, almost ready to go off, then she stopped cold and let my prick simmer down. Then she grabbed it with both hands again and jacked me up to the edge. She did that three times and then the fourth time just kept on pounding her hands up and down – but fast – and I shot my nuts out! I thought I'd go through the roof! God! What a sexy little girl! God, what I had going for me… and I blew it! Shit, if I'd been smart I would have nursed her along and waited till she was old enough… right about now… and married her."
"Louisa's almost seventeen now – you know? – and she's a knockout! You'd swear model or movie star. And those incredible tits of hers are so big and ripe now. God! And I can't get near her."
"Yeah. Back to how I blew it. That was stupid Donald at his most stupid, that scene."
"We finally got together – another time when Mom and him went out to a show – and Louisa's eyes were shining with secret looks at me during supper. Was she hot for another long session! And I had a hard-on like you get sometimes when you know a good sex time is coming."
"I was going to try something different with her. I figured she was ready for it."
"So when the car pulled out and away went the folks, I headed for Louisa's room. She was already getting out of her clothes. I started to unbuckle and sat on her bed. But she said she didn't want to do anything in her room, let's go downstairs, and let her take a bath first."
"That was okay, I wanted her good and clean for what I was going to do. In fact, I hurried up and took a quick bath before her."
"Then I went downstairs and waited. I could hear her fill the tub – the pipes thumped – and hear her pull the plug, and then hear her bare feet slapping on the rubber runners as she came down the stairs."
"I only had a robe on. I was laying on my bed with a hard-on sticking up like a tent pole – to see what she'd say when she saw it that way."
"Louisa came through the doorway curtain and laughed. She was in a robe, too, the same one she wore that first time."
"She came over to the bed and climbed on. There wasn't any modesty or anything. She flipped open my robe and started playing with my prick. She liked to squeeze it as hard as she could to see if it hurt me. It didn't because she didn't have enough strength in her arms. She was just an eleven-year-old girl. In age and height and weight, yes, eleven years old. But with curves and those tits. Those mouth-watering tits. And she was learning quick about sex and she liked it a lot."
"She started whapping my prick around, bouncing it off my balls and like that. And I started unbuttoning her robe."
"I got her naked in a minute and started feeling up her out-of-sight tits. Then I slipped a finger down between her pussy lips and started tickling her clit in the juice."
"We were laying side by side, only opposite, in a kind of open sixty-nine, you know. That way it was easy for her to reach over and play with my prong and I had a clear way for my hand between her legs, and my finger doing little circles and up and down."
"And I said, after I had her going good, I said, 'Hey, Louisa, you want to feel something great, even better than coming this way?'"
"She said, 'Maybe. What?'"
"And I said, 'Let me go down on you. Let me tongue you off.'"
"You mean stick your tongue in me?" Her dark eyes got wide. She knew what it was, I mean, she'd heard about it, but she didn't think I'd do it. She said, "You want to?"
"Sure. Why not? Nothing wrong with it. The girls love it!" I was bullshitting there… I hadn't ever done it before. Other guys told me they did it, though, and they said their girls went crazy for it.
"And I had this wild yen to do it to Louisa. Give it to her for the first time in her life… drive her up the wall with it. Make her want it all the time… have her begging me for it, have her promising to do anything if I'd do it to her again. Yeah. Dream on."
"She giggled, just like a little girl, because she was embarrassed. She said, 'Go ahead and do it if you want to.' Then she said, 'But I won't put your thing in my mouth, just because you do it to me.'"
"I asked why not – because that's just what I was working to, you know? She just shrugged and made a face and said, 'Just because,' the way kids do."
"So I said – stupid – I said she didn't have to worry about me squirting in her mouth if she did try sucking me once, for a minute. And even if I did shoot when she was doing it, I said the stuff tasted good, that lots of girls liked the taste."
"I told her all about a girl who liked to suck me off. See, this girl was a figment… just made up… and how this girl said it tasted like hot gravy."
"I could see Louisa was skeptical. She said, 'It smells like fish.' And I said, 'Yes, but she – this girl – said it tasted like warm gravy. So it can't be so bad, even if I did happen to go off, that's all.' I didn't push it. I let it go. I wanted to go down on her and get her crazy for it."