Chapter 3

The next day I hadn't even begun to miss my two sexy teenagers when Katie turned up at my doorstep. I shouldn't have been surprised, though it was hardly an hour since her sister had departed for the ocean. I wasted no time getting her inside and stripping her naked. With Sabrina and Missy around, I felt compelled to use Katie as harshly as they did. But she was so fucking beautiful. I had been longing to explore other avenues with her.

Now, I lay her on my bed and examined and toyed with every part of her body. Her legs were long and very slender, and they had never been shaved. They were sprinkled with tiny red-gold hairs, invisible until they caught the sunlight. I licked them all over, starting with her toes. Her nascent breasts were only faint swellings topped with puffy pink aureoles. I devoured the tasty mounds. Even her underarms (also never shaved) I licked like a dirty hound, making her squeal with laughter. And of course, her childish, gorgeous, endearing little virgin sex.

For all the pussy eating Katie had done on Missy and Sabrina, they had never returned the favor. I spend many happy hours rectifying that unfair situation. Her pussy was almost completely smooth, just a few fine reddish hairs adorned her plump rosy mons. I sucked, licked and tongue-fucked the sweet pink morsel until she swooned in ecstasy. Until then, I'd wondered if a pre-menstrual girl could orgasm. I don't know about other girls, but this one could. Multiple times.

I didn't spend all our time together satisfying her, though. She practically worshipped my cock, and I taught her how to hold it, stroke it, and suck it in the ways that gave me the most pleasure. Sometimes we watched porn together, and I used Katie in much the same way I would have used my right hand. She learned how to masturbate me slowly, using her mouth from time to time, keeping me hard for hours at a stretch. It was heaven. She became an expert at pushing me to the brink before stopping. It was delayed gratification of the most delicious kind. When I finally came, my huge built-up load of semen filled her mouth. She looked at me with adoration as she swallowed.

After showering one day, I returned to the living room to find Katie watching porn and masturbating. I stood silently in the doorway as she fingered her smooth kitty while the fuck pros moaned on TV. It was an arresting sight, this lovely young girl who hadn't yet had her first period, totally absorbed in a filthy smut video. It made me want to hug her and fuck the living daylights out of her, and not necessarily in that order.

'But she's only twelve, ' I told myself. Too young to fuck, even for an old pervert like me.

Instead, we spent four days in a row pleasing each other orally. I always sent Katie home in the evening, but on the fifth day, after gulping down my wad, the lovely tweener put her arms around me. She said, "Can I stay here tonight?" I hesitated. As much as I loved to play with her, Katie's personality could be irritating. She followed me around every minute, constantly seeking approval.

"I want..." she said. "I want you to fuck me tonight." She went on before I could protest. "I know what you're going to say, that I should wait, that I should find a boy my own age." That was, in fact, what I had been about to say. "But," she continued, "I don't want to do it with any stupid boys. They don't know how to make me feel good like you do. Please, I've been thinking about it all week, and I want you to be my first."

My earlier resolve evaporated. It was such a well-reasoned argument, how could I say no? So Katie called her mom and told her she was staying at a friend's house. Her mom didn't question her, or even ask the friend's name. I was forming a very low opinion of Katie and Sabrina's mom.

I made a nice dinner for the two of us, and opened a good bottle of Rioja. Katie didn't much appreciate the wine, but her eyes sparkled in the candlelight over the linen tablecloth and crystal goblets, and she devoured the meal as only a growing youngster can. After dinner we bathed by candlelight, soaping every inch of each other's bodies.

In my bed, I was especially tender with her, treating her more like a lover than I ever had before. I ate her pussy for a good thirty minutes, which I probably enjoyed more than she did. It was so sweet, so unspoiled, so young. I backed off several times just as she was about to cum, until she begged me to fuck her. Her cunt was plenty lubricated. I got on top of her and she instantly seized my dick, fitting the tip to her opening.

"You're sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, please fuck me," she said. "It's what I want; go on, fuck me."

The head of my cock was lodged between her plump labes, and I worked it up and down to coat it with her juices. I pushed it in just a fraction and her eyes got wide. I knew her hymen was stretching, getting ready to snap. I eased it in and out a few times, getting it good and wet, and held it poised just at the entrance. With her narrow, girlish hips I thought it's probably going to really hurt the first time something is forced inside her.

"You're so beautiful," I said, looking into her eyes as I rammed my cock home.

"Ow!" she cried, her lovely features screwed up in pain. I held still inside her for a minute, as she got used to the sensation of being filled. Then I pulled out.

"Don't stop now!" she said. "Put it back!" But I wasn't going to miss this chance. There would be plenty of time for fucking, but just then I had the opportunity to satisfy one of my darker fantasies. I went down on her, licking her sweet snatch, tasting the metallic tang of blood. I had just deflowered a twelve-year-old! My cock throbbed with need even as I brought her to the edge of the precipice once more.

"Please," she begged. "Please fuck me! I'm yours! Put your big dick in me and fuck me good!"

Man, did I ever. Katie had sucked me off only a couple of hours earlier, and I was able to last a good long time. She came almost the instant I put it back in her, and she came several more times, each time more vocal than the last, before I finally emptied my balls inside her. I didn't think she could get pregnant since she had not yet menstruated, but there was no worry anyway since I had had a vasectomy the year after my divorce.

Sometime during the night I had the most marvelous dream. A beautiful girl was sucking my cock, taking it all the way down her throat. I woke up to find Katie doing just that. In ten years of marriage, and all the girlfriends before and after, no one had ever woken me by sucking my dick. It was a long-held wish finally come true. As the pretty twelve-year-old gently tickled my balls while she sucked me—just the way I'd taught her—it occurred to me that I hadn't washed before going to sleep, and my dick probably still had traces of her blood on it. I groaned as I came, but no words were spoken. After licking me clean, she snuggled up to me and we both went back to sleep.

In the morning, I lingered in bed so my eyes could ravish Katie's sleeping form without haste. Her face was so lovely, her skin so clear and unblemished, dewy with pre-adolescent perfection. I drew back the covers to examine her. Her thin arms appeared so delicate, her body so defenseless. I gazed at her tiny pink-tipped breasts, and her almost hairless pussy, with traces of my cum crusted on it. She might be a pain in the ass, but I confess that I felt some affection for her at that moment.

I covered her up and went in the kitchen to make some coffee. The doorbell rang just as I'd got it started.

Earlier in this narrative I mentioned that I had a part time girlfriend, but that's not exactly true. The term 'booty call' would be more accurate. The way I understand it, that expression usually refers to a girl that you call when you need sex with no strings attached. I'm ashamed to say that in this case the roles were reversed. Justine called me when she needed sex, and always at her convenience.

I opened the door and there she stood. "Justine ... hello," I said, desperately thinking of an excuse to get rid of her.

She was a professional woman raising a daughter on her own, and she said she had no time for a relationship. We had met one night and fucked our brains out, but when I phoned her she was always busy. That didn't stop her from phoning me, or stopping by unannounced when she felt the urge. I put up with it because she was a great fuck.

"What are you doing here?" I said. "Aren't you working today?"

"Silly boy, it's Sunday," she said. "I just got out of church and I'm feeling randy. Aren't you going to ask me in?" She gave me a saucy look, and raised the hem of her skirt to reveal most of her thighs.

"Uh, I don't know," I stammered. "I—I don't really feel so great."

She put a hand on my chest and pushed me inside. "A little too much to drink last night, hmmm? I know how to make you feel better."

"No, really Justine—"

"Come on," she said, kicking off her shoes. "I'll make you forget all about that hangover." She walked towards my bedroom and I didn't know what to do short of tackling her. She stopped in the doorway. Katie was still asleep and all that could be seen was her mass of thick ginger hair. "Oh. You have company."

"Yeah, sorry, we'll get together another time—"

I was still hoping that I could get her out of the house before Katie awoke. But it was too late. She sat up and stretched, the covers falling to her waist. She looked very young and vulnerable with her ribs poking out, her little breast buds high on her chest.

"Who's there?" she said, still groggy.

Justine turned to me with her mouth open in shock. "How old is she?"

"Now, Justine—"

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked Katie in the face. "How old are you, honey?" she asked, in a voice that was a lot less harsh than the one she had used with me.

"Twelve," said Katie in her innocent little girl's voice. I remembered that Justine's daughter was the same age. This was very bad.

"Don't get the wrong idea," I said. "I'm looking after her while her sister is away."

"Oh, I bet you're looking after her, all right." Justine gave me a scornful look, and turned back to Katie. "You're an awfully pretty girl. Has this dirty old man been taking advantage of you?"

Katie smiled her fashion model smile, showing her white, even teeth. "He's nice to me. He's been teaching me a lot." She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I need to pee," she announced.

Justine gave a small gasp when she saw Katie's girlish naked body. "He's not nice," Justine told the girl. "He's a lecherous old goat." She took Katie's hand and helped her to rise. "Come with me and let's talk. We girls need to look out for each other." She pushed Katie towards the bathroom and mouthed the words, 'You bastard!' just before closing the door behind them.

I sagged with relief that Justine wasn't going to have me arrested—at least not right away. Then I began to wonder ... what was that woman up to? I crept to the bathroom door and laid my ear against it.

" ... yeah, he licks my pussy," Katie was saying. "Yesterday he did it for, like, an hour."

"Has a woman ever eaten you before?"

"No. And no one's ever licked me while I was peeing—oh! That's so ... mmmmm, oh my gosh..."

I'd always had my suspicions that Justine was bi-sexual. Now I wasn't sure if I was glad that she wouldn't be reporting me, or upset that she was getting it on with my— Whoa! I'd almost thought of Katie as my girlfriend. I gave myself a mental dope-slap. 'So you fucked her once, ' I said to myself. 'She's not your girlfriend. She's a twelve-year-old hottie who happens to suck dick extremely well. Don't get too attached, just use her while you have the chance.'

And so, as I listened through the bathroom door to Katie's ecstatic wail, I decided to make the best of the situation. When they emerged a bit later I was sitting on the bed with a mug of coffee. Katie was saying, "Can't I take a shower first?"

"No, angel," said Justine. "I don't think I can wait that long." Then she noticed me. "You pig! Katie told me that you popped her cherry last night. Couldn't you at least wait until she had her first period?"

"You're a fine one to talk," I said. "Couldn't you wait until she finished peeing?"

Justine's mouth opened as if to speak, then she stopped. She gave me a wry smile and said, "What do you say we share?"

I grinned. "Great minds think alike."

Katie and I began undressing the older woman. Justine was forty, and her hourglass figure was about as different from Katie's as you could imagine. I pulled off her blouse when Katie had finished unbuttoning it, and the little redhead's hands went straight to Justine's big jugs.

"Wow," Katie said when I'd unfastened Justine's bra. "Your boobs are amazing." She was squeezing the big mommy breasts which were indeed pretty amazing. Justine wore a 36D and for a woman her age they sagged remarkably little. She had large aureoles which crinkled under Katie's manipulation, the nipples growing fat and red.

"Suck them, honey," she said. Katie did, with relish, while I worked on removing the older woman's skirt. Justine's figure had thickened with the years and with childbirth, but her stomach was still reasonably flat. Her wide womanly hips were the opposite of Katie's narrow boyish ones.

Katie knelt at Justine's feet and slid her lacy black panties down. I could instantly smell the older woman's arousal. It seemed to attract the little girl like a magnet. I stood behind Justine and groped her tits while Katie buried her face in Justine's furry triangle. "Oh yes, honey, that's wonderful," she moaned. "Eat me ... suck on my clit..."

After a few minutes her knees almost buckled. "Wait," she said. "You're so good at that, I can't stand up anymore." Katie's dazzling smile glistened with love sauce. Justine lay on her back and Katie dove straight in, sucking with abandon, unembarrassed by the obscene slurping noises she was making. I knelt by the older woman's head so she could suck my cock.

Justine normally gave pretty good head, but having a twelve-year-old with the face of a beauty queen licking her pussy was clearly a distraction. It was a riveting sight, even if Katie's face was half hidden by that thick black jungle. Justine forgot all about my dick as the adorable tweener licked her to a shattering climax. Finally she had to push Katie's head away. "I need a break, honey," Justine said. "Let us make you feel good now."

We spread the nubile redhead out on her back and double-teamed her. Justine started at her feet. Katie giggled as the older woman sucked her toes, and licked between them. "I just adore your feet," she said. "They're so perfect." I kissed Katie's mouth before sucking her tender breast buds. Justine spent some time worshipping the girl's smooth legs before beginning on her snatch. "You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," Justine said.

I joined her between Katie's widespread legs, nibbling at the inside of the girl's slender thigh. The skin there was white as marble and so unbelievably soft, it was a revelation each time I touched it. I watched Justine dribble saliva on Katie's gooey snatch and spread it around with her tongue. She sucked the girl's labia into her mouth one after the other, then covered the whole of the childish sex with her mouth and sucked. Watching her made me hungry. I said, "My turn," and nudged the older woman aside.

"Do you like the way you taste?" Justine asked as she kissed the young girl deeply.

Katie didn't break their kiss to mumble, "Mmmm hmmm."

Yes, I agreed, she tastes fucking great. She was no longer a virgin, but she was still only twelve and her pussy was every bit as delicious as it had been the day before. I was spearing the little sweetie's fuckhole with my tongue as Justine kissed her way down Katie's body, pausing to suck her recently sprouted titties. When she reached me we kissed, sharing pre-teen girl essence on our tongues.

"Let's do it together," Justine suggested, so she licked Katie's tiny clit from above while I tongued her honey pot from below. With our spit and her own natural lubricant, the girl's pretty pussy soon became a swampy mess. It was too much for the sweet young thing, whose frantic cries and thrashing limbs signaled her release a few minutes later. You haven't truly lived until you've heard a girl in early adolescence squeal, "I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming!"