Short Stories by Kristen

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For the next few minutes I let my imagination run wild; Michelle and I cuddling together naked, touching, my excitement at her immature body and discovering how she felt, smelled and tasted all over. I'd feed the horses early so I could take the rest of the day off; assuming I didn't need to shovel the roof again. With the single bedside lamp illuminating the room in a soft, weak yellow light, holding my breath, I lifted the quilt. He had to be a hundred years old, his face full of wrinkles, sharp brown eyes twinkling with alertness and mischief.

After dinner, fire roaring, television on and Michelle leaning back against me, her feet in their usual position - on the sofa arm - and my arm pulled over her with my hand on her small tummy, I asked as gently as I could. I knew when Mom told me never to talk about it, that it was our special secret," Michelle said calmly. Hard work throughout the day was interrupted by Michelle pelting me with snowballs, or screaming in delight when sliding down the hill on an old toboggan, Dracula chasing after her. When frightened by thunderstorms, Michelle could calm them with a stroke of their neck and soft words. As I stood, quiet and unnoticed, watching her compact bottom move and an erection forming at the sight, I realized I hadn't actually seen Michelle naked.To the sound of soft inhalations, quiet pants, and the incredible feel of a ten-year-old's pussy covered in slippery cum, I brought her to her climax, a soft, snorting, clenching climax that was pure music to my ears. At dinner she hadn't blinked when I'd put a plate of rice, steamed vegetables and barbecued eel in front of her.

About to dive in and caress her lovely little bum again, this time with permission, a loud pounding echoed in from the front door. The process of undressing was conducted at speed and with no finesse, hopping from foot to foot and kicking jeans off.It started with caressing her amazing petite buttock, slipping the tip of my fingers along her short bum crack. A raging erection, a moist little pussy, and a sweet little girl all naked and warm and cuddly, all combined to shape my thoughts.

Lost in the eroticism of her pussy caressing my erection, I began moving her back and forth, almost masturbating myself with her. I ached with desire and briefly considered slipping my hand inside her cotton panties to actually feel her naked buttocks.The multi-colored knit cap she wore, courtesy of me, hid her baldness and the ugly black stitches that would need to be removed next week. She humped my erection with growing urgency and pressure, one leg hooked over my side, her arms around my neck. Rising again, I studied the perfection of her ten-year-old body; smooth creamy skin, too slender, her ribs visible, a long tummy.