Chapter 2

Three weeks have lapsed without seeing either Annisa or Danielle. It isn't that I haven't looked for them. Each evening returning from work, I scrutinize the area for both. The thought of Danielle's young preteen body moving seductively as she teases often has me tense with excitement. All my expectations seem to be embedded in my dirty mind. Finally resigned that my night with Annisa was a one nighter, I drift into my old rut. Even my three trips to the Laundromat didn't help as Rosy was nowhere to be seen.

Actually I feel relieved that Rosy seems to have disappeared, as much as I enjoyed her company, the thought of her mom or worse, the police coming to visit had me worried for a few days after the encounter. Her taste is still vivid in my mind. Without the diversions my life is at the plant. Working very hard, each night I am exhausted, keeping my need for extracurricular activity at bay. Then the unexpected happens.

After a long hard week, I had picked up the fixings for Black Russians, so after dinner and long soothing shower, I drape my body in a robe and build a double. I have to admit they go down smoothly. My big decision is should I enjoy another; since tomorrow is Saturday, why not? But a knock on the door stalls my second.

At the door is Danielle, a pink robe wrapped around her body. Her lips are coated with a dark maroon lip-gloss. Her eyes are lined with the same off-white eyeliner her mom wore the night we enjoyed each other. I have to pull my robe closed to stop what was sure to be indecent exposure.

"Good evening Danielle, can I do something for you?"

"You said I could talk to you if I needed too."

"Of course you can, anytime you feel like it."

"Can I come in?"

"Please, I was getting ready for bed, this week has been hell."

"I won't be long; I just needed someone to talk too. Mom is working late tonight. I have stomach cramps; my dad knew how to make me feel better. I really miss him."

"I can understand that. You and your dad were really close."

"As close as anyone can be. He was always there for me; he always made me feel good."

"I wish there was some way I could help."

"Do you really mean that or are you just saying that because it sounds right?"

"I do mean it, Danielle. But I will be honest with you; I wouldn't know how to act as a dad."

"He would always rub my tummy and make me feel better. I really feel the cramps at this time of the month."

This confuses me until I realize Danielle must be having her monthly period. I can remember my sisters being really bitchy at their time of the month.

"I think I can rub your tummy for you Danielle. What did your daddy do?"

She has me sit on the sofa then lays on her back with her head in my lap. This doesn't do anything for my hardon; my robe is certainly going to have problems staying closed. Danielle opens her robe exposing her bra and what has to be the smallest thong in the world. The band of cloth is so narrow it is fighting to contain her love lips. Like her mom, she has a full matt of pubic hair, much of it escaping her thong. She takes my hand and places it on her tummy; the heat of our contact is intense.

"Daddy used to rub me until I felt better."

Noticing her eyes closed, arms at her side I can't help but study her breasts and her love lips, although both are covered, there is no mistaking their outline in the material. Even on her back her breasts are standing out from her body, her pubes are very prominent. Slowly rubbing in a circular motion, Danielle starts moaning softly. Her skin is so soft and pliable. As my circles get larger she gets more vocal. Her sighs are much louder. Finally, my hand is at her bra and touching the band of her thong. Danielle, still moaning and sighing, and unconsciously spreads her legs giving me a wondrous view as the thong is pulled into her slit exposing her full nether lips.

"That feels so good, Leigh, can you rub lower; daddy always did."

Lower meant beyond her thong top and into her love lips. As much as I want to feel them, dare I? My hand is on the thong just at the top of her slit. There is a sizable protrusion pushing out against her thong, her clitoris is large like her mom's.

"Lower."

Any lower and I will be in heaven. Finally touching her clit, she takes a deep breath and lifts her hips. Massaging her clitoris has her moaning in a different pitch. Throwing caution to the wind, my finger slips under her thong and massages her clit. It is large and hard. Caressing Danielle in her private spot has her squirming with ecstasy. Her body shudders as she climaxes. Since I am deep into this, my hand slips deep into her thong and cups her love lips. They are moist and warm, sliding my finger between the lips I encounter a string; she is wearing a tampon. My finger slips in and is soon against the tampon. Danielle is so moist.

During my discovery, what I didn't notice was my cock had slipped out between the folds my robe and is now rubbing against Danielle's ear. In the throes of passion as she climaxes I don't know if she realizes that or not. My manipulations continue to result in Danielle having multiple climaxes. She is now panting and breathing heavily. Her nipples are pushing out against her bra and like her mom; they are so inviting and suckable.

"Thank you Leigh that is how my daddy used to do it. He enjoyed rubbing me."

Her daddy had been enjoying her at a very young age. I wonder how she felt at eight. When did her daddy start enjoying her between her legs? Is she still a virgin? With my finger still buried in her pussy, Danielle rolls her body towards me and when her lips touch my shaft it is me who shudders. When she engulfs me and starts sucking, I am dumbfounded. Her experienced sucking suggests she must have done this for her daddy. Her head is bobbing up and down; her tongue feels exhilarating as it rubs my mushroom head. There is nothing I can do, or want to do, but cum. The urge is so strong, hot cream soon floods Danielle's mouth. Her throat ripples as she swallows. She rolls down the foreskin and cleans every morsel of cum.

"Your cream tastes better than my daddy's did. I like it."

Her hand is still caressing my shrinking stub. She licks off any trace from her lips; her tongue looks so thick and sexy. Danielle pulls herself up putting her arm around my neck and kisses me. She shares my cream with me. This isn't a child's kiss, but a full blown kiss, tongue and all. The hand and finger I had in her cunt feels all sticky and gooey.

"That was nice, Leigh. Can I come over again when my tummy hurts?"

Still dumbfounded, I nod yes. Danielle slips off my lap, leaving my stub exposed, pulls her robe together and disappears out the door. It takes some effort to go to the bathroom and clean the mess off my hand. It is coated with Danielle's cum and menstrual blood, my red badge of courage. Sleep comes quickly; dreams of mounting Danielle fill my mind.

Waking Saturday morning and realizing that what had happened with Danielle wasn't a dream, I feel guilty. Did I take advantage of a young preteen? Recalling the events as clearly as possible, the recollection of Danielle asking for everything has me realize she knew what she was doing and what she wanted. I was the instrument. Although that seems to absolve me from guilt, I still feel uncomfortable. What will happen the next time we meet?

That situation happens without any input from me. During my second cup of coffee while musing about last night there is a soft knock on the door. Still in my robe, I wonder who and the hell is disturbing me so early Saturday morning. Opening the door, it is Danielle, this time she is dressed in a blouse and a skirt. My cock reacts as expected, trying to peak out between the folds of my robe.

"Good morning, Danielle."

"Good morning, Leigh may I come in?"

"Of course, sorry I am not dressed."

"Don't be, I would be still in bed too, but mom wants to go shopping. I just wanted to say thanks for last night. It has been three years since it happened like that. You were great."

"Why thank you Danielle, you weren't too bad yourself."

My hardon is raging, there is no way I can conceal it from Danielle. She notices and smiles.

"Sometimes I get cramps when I don't have my period. Can I come over then?"

"Of course, anything I can do to help."

"Last night's cramps are gone; you must have made them go away."

This is getting very uncomfortable. What I want to do is lay her down and examine every inch of her black pussy. Did her daddy take her cherry? I certainly would love to use my probe and find out.

"I think nature handled that. So when will you and your mom return?"

"Sometime this afternoon; may I will stop and say hello?"

"That would be nice."

She turns and leaves. I certainly need a cold shower. Saturday is cleaning day for me, once the apartment is done, a trip to the Laundromat completes the cleaning. After I complete my maid duties, I head out to shop and end up at the Laundromat. I wonder if Danielle will return later today. Will she be willing and want to continue what happened last night?

The washing seems to go quickly as my mind is still analyzing what happened last night. The clothes are in the dryers before three. As I watch the dryer turning I wonder will it continue. I want it to go further, but I will accept whatever Danielle decides. Then I hear.

"Hi Leigh, how have you been?"

It is Rosetta Toulouse, my young friend. She is wearing an outfit similar to the last time, but today she has an elasticized bandana type blouse around her budding nipples. She is smiling, looking delicious. Recalling how good her young pussy tastes, my hardon is up for the challenge.

"I have been good Rosy, and you?"

"Good too, but I want something."

"And what is that?"

"You know."

"Know what?"

"What you did with your mouth the last time in your apartment. Can we do it again?"

A cold sweat spreads over me as I look around. Fortunately no one is the least bit interested in us. Rosie's smooth bare legs look fantastic and knowing what is between them has me feeling growth in my cock.

"Rosy that isn't something you should be saying out loud, you could get me in a lot of trouble."

She looks around then comes closer whispering.

"I am sorry, it won't happen again, but can we?"

"I thought of you as well. I didn't think I would see you again."

"Of course you will see me again, I think about you every night when I go to bed or when I see mom's boyfriend between her legs licking. Can we do it now?"

"Won't your mom be concerned where you are?"

"I don't have to be home until nine thirty, it's Saturday so I can stay out longer."

"Well, you can come home with me as soon as the clothes are dry."

I can't believe I just said that. Standing before me is a young looking ten year old. Unlike Danielle who could pass for a woman, Rosy looks like a kid and a young preteen kid at that.

As I lug the laundry upstairs, Rosy follows. Like last time we passed a number of people on the stairs, but no one even took a second look. Everybody is consumed by their own agenda. Once in the apartment, Rosy slips out of her shorts and sits on the sofa. Her panties are a bit more mature this time, a silky looking red and they fit her body. She is excited as her nipples are pushing against the band covering her small breasts.

"Maybe we should go into the bedroom. My bed is much bigger than the sofa."

"Good idea! Mom's boyfriend likes doing her on the bed. Last night I watched him put his thing in mom. She makes a lot of noise when he does that. She really likes it."

"What do you think about that?"

"Well, I did wonder how it would feel. Would you put your thing in me?"

Now fucking this ten year old did cross my mind when I was eating her pussy last time, but I tried to dismiss it. My thought was it couldn't happen. But now with Rosy on my bed my desire to fuck her is growing.

"Do you want a thing in you?"

"Oh yes, my mommy loves it and really gets noisy when he pushes it in and out of her tinkle. Sometimes, he puts it in her bum hole, she likes that too."

The more I hear about Rosy's mom, the more interesting she sounds. All the information has me so hard it hurts. Undressing, I give Rosy a view of my seven inches. She quickly lowers her panties and removes her top giving me a view of her hairless, puffy pussy. There is a coating of moisture that causes it to glisten. Moving towards her she moves to the centre of the bed, her legs spread for me. This time there is no pee taste, just Rosy's juice. As I spread open her lips it seems to flow, an improvement over the first time we enjoyed each other. Licking her quickly has her body trembling with anticipation. Her clit is a dark pinkish purple and very hard. My tongue works on it bringing her to her first climax. Her small body arches when she explodes then collapses. The steady manipulation of my tongue brings her to the brink and over three more times. She is noticeably panting now.

"I like it when you do that. It makes me feel so good."

"I like doing it for you."

Her legs remain spread; her love lips are puffy, Rosy brings her knees up towards her chest exposing her smooth butt hole. Anal sex is one of my passions; however, I am concerned about her size. I know it stretches, but how much?

"Can you put your thing in me, Leigh? I want to try."

"Are you sure? It will hurt a bit if it goes in all the way."

"How much will it hurt?"

"Can't really tell you, but I know that you are a virgin so it will tear your hymen."

"Hymen?"

"Yes, it is your cherry. It is a tissue in your pussy that breaks when you have sex for the first time and causes a little pain."

"Mom doesn't seem to mind when her boyfriend does it too her."

"Your mom lost her cherry when she had sex for the first time. Once you have sex the hymen is gone and there is no more pain."

"I still want to. What do I do now?"

"Well, you can lie as you are now with your legs spread, or I can lie down and you can get on top of me."

"I watch mom do that with him; she really goes crazy. She slams her body down on his thing. I have seen him wince."

"The choice is yours', Rosy."

"Well, I want you to be on top of me for the first time. Maybe we can do it the other way later."

I like Rosy's attitude, already thinking ahead. My cock is more than ready; drops of precum are oozing out of me. Moving into position, my body covers hers. My cock at her pussy looks so ominous. The last thing I want is to hurt her, I should call it off, but she is so willing and excited. Hell, so am I. On first contact, the head of my cock hits the jackpot. Surprisingly, it slowly enters her, immediately hitting her cherry. Her eyes pop open with the contact.

"That is your cherry, Rosy. We can stop now."

"No you won't, I am okay."

Pushing against her hymen has her pushing upwards. We go through this motion four times before my cock continues its journey deep into her. It is fascinating to see my full seven inches buried in one so young. From this angle, I can actually see her tummy move as my cock slides in and out.

"Are you okay?"

In a very weak voice she answers.

"Yes, I can feel you."

In my excitement, I really have to concentrate on not cumming until she gives me an indication she is not in pain. The feeling on my cock is a memorable experience; the pressure on me is exhilarating. What would it be like in her tight virgin asshole? That is something to look forward to. Rosy's eyes are closed, her breathing heavy. Hopefully, it is a result of pleasure; I am fighting the urge to ejaculate. Her arms are around my neck squeezing and she is moaning loudly in my ear when I feel her body stiffen. There is no turning back whether she is cumming or not, my hot strings of thick cream pour deep into her body. The feeling of exhilaration runs through my body then disappears as quickly as it came. Panting above her, I hold my body from crushing her small frame. Rolling off her onto my back, what is left of my proud hardon leaves her pussy with a small pop. My stub is covered with a rosy shaded mixture of cum and virgin's blood.

Now that my carnal desires have been fulfilled, guilt floods over me. I have just ravished a young preteen girl. The problem with Rosy compared to Danielle, is that she looks like a little girl. I have an uncomfortable feeling about what just happened. She is still lying on her back, gobs of reddish cum slowly seeping out of her pussy. Then she opens her eyes smiles and hugs me.

"That was awesome. Now I know why mom likes it so much. When can we do it again?"

"Soon, but right now I think you should get cleaned up. A shower will help. I will show you where everything is."

Rosy's comment removes a bit of my guilt. She is more than thrilled about losing her cherry. I hope she feels that way when the glow of the event wears off. Listening for the shower to end, I wait. When Rosy appears she is glowing, her smile is that of an angel.

"I will walk you home Rosy, it is the least I can do."

It is a short distance between our buildings, in front of her's she squeezes my hand and disappears. Strolling home, I feel relieved, but something about today still is bothering me. I still can't believe I let my desires overrule my common sense. Rosy is walking like a duck. I can only hope she goes to bed before her mom gets home.

One good thing about the wonderful sex we had is that sleep comes quickly. Over the next week neither Danielle nor Rosy makes an appearance. Thankfully, my guilty feelings have disappeared. They have been replaced by need, the need of sexual relief. At this point I am game for anyone. Both Rosy and Annisa are known commodities in bed; Danielle is still an unknown as far as sex is concerned.

The weekend passes without seeing anyone. Hell, even the noises from next door have ceased. Except for the occasional door closing, I haven't heard a thing. Monday evening, I meet Annisa coming down the stairs as I am returning from work.