Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 13:38:53 -0400 From: Joe Mamma Subject: Little Biker Chick part VI Little Biker Chick part VI (Back to present day for a moment.) AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've had great feedback from several readers. Please remember to donate a few bucks to keep nifty available and FREE! Now- back to Allison! Allison locked her hands behind my neck, pressing her bare chest against my lab coat and planted a big old wet tongue filled kiss. Our tongues dueled like they did the first time we kissed nearly 6 1/2 years previously. "I've got one hell of a story to tell you," I said as we broke the kiss apart. "Not anything like the one I have to tell you I bet!" she countered. "I guess we'll have to see then," I said as she unlocked her hands from my neck, got on her knees and started pulling at first my belt then my zipper. I had trained her well back in the days when she first came to me as the 13 year old, disheveled and dirty offspring of a crack-whore mother. She now knew exactly how I liked to be greeted by her and by this time there was no hesitation. Whenever we re-united after any period of separation she just automatically, intuitively by now, got on her knees and sucked my cock. My private office in my clinic has a very good level of privacy so there would be no noise leaving the room and certainly no one barging in. I had made it very clear to the staff that the door being shut meant leave me alone or risk my wrath. My pants by now were lowered to below my knees and I leaned my hips back against my large sturdy desk. Allison placed both of her hands at the base of my cock and commenced giving me terrific head. I had very specific memories of the blowjob that her crack-whore mother gave me in the back of my car that fortuitous night of our first meeting. It took some months before Allison could carry it off, but she was an eager student and always enjoyed the treats I gave her... both in the substance of my cum but also the pussy licking, finger sticking, ass probing, skin smacking kind that would reward her for a job well done. She also knew that I would also take care of her financial needs and upon my death, having no other heirs, she would inherit a tidy sum of money as well as my properties. She bobbed up and down on my turgid member, alternating suction and suction free, tonguing and tongue free, heavy spit and nearly none until I was nearly mad with the desire to paint her tonsils with my seminal discharge. Over the course of her training we added a little twist to the fellatio technique her mother had used on me. The moment she took the head of my cock into the deepest recesses of her throat and started the low frequency hum, she would reach behind my ball sack and insert one, two, or even three fingers into my ass and finger fuck my brownie hole until I blasted thick ropes of cum into her gullet. Being without a handy tube of KY jelly, today was a one-finger day. She had just finished the full suction/ full tongue traverse of my shaft and as she commenced the descent down my cock, burying her nose in my pubes and the tip of my cock into the farthest reaches of her throat she also initiated the hum, stuck her left index finger into my bunghole up to the nearest joint to her palm and began rotating this finger. I lasted about another 15 seconds and blasted my man seed into the back of her throat. She had learned to overcome her gag reflex many years previously and could manage to breathe through her nose while my cock was in her gullet and could swallow my load with ease. Of course it wasn't always this way but practice makes perfect. She took several healthy swallows, removed her sucking mouth from my cock slowly, gave her finger another wiggle and twist in my ass then removed it. She stood up and kissed me full on the lips. There was just a trace of the taste of my cum on her lips. She placed her index finger in her mouth and licked off the remnants of whatever she had picked up along its venture into my rectum. "How much longer Daddy?" she asked, "when can you get out of here and take me to dinner?" Several months after she moved in with me oh so long ago, she took to calling me 'Dad' or "Daddy." To outsiders who knew she was my ward it seemed cute and endearing. To us it had a deeper and I must say, slightly nefarious meaning. But I'll get to that later. "I have only about a half hour then I can leave. Why don't you go on back to the house, get cleaned up a little and then we'll go for a ride to the "Outlook-Inn" I told her. The "Outlook-Inn" was a 180-year-old establishment that originally started as a lookout point over the Ohio River near what is known as "Horseshoe Bend." Union soldiers bivouacked there both to guard against Confederate raiders and to give early warning to their compatriots of incoming friendly ships bearing supplies etc. It had fallen into disrepair for many years after the war, and after many subsequent re-incarnations had become a nice enough venue for meals, parties, receptions and the like. One could always get a good meal at a decent price and enjoy the view of the Ohio and stretches of Kentucky farmland across the water. There are also some quaint little antique shops and craft goods store within walking distance of the restaurant and it has become a tourist area over the years. It's never very crowded but there are usually a fair number of visitors scattered around these locations whenever we're there. From my house near Paoli, it was about a 1-1/2 hour bike ride to the spot. Allison and I had ridden many thousands of miles together and the route from our home to the restaurant took us through lovely farm and forested areas down roads that were both well paved yet twisty/hilly enough to make for an exciting ride. I've mentioned that Allison was the first one to enjoy the blinker buddy addition to the passenger seat on my bike. She still liked to snuggle up as close to my back as possible and took delight in the blasts of intense vibration that I snuck in at entirely unpredictable intervals. When she learned that we were up for a scoot, she squealed, gave me a very daughterly kiss on the cheek and a hug and left my office practically bounding with joy. It gave the office staff a thrill to see a young lady like her so obviously crazy about her 'daddy.' I am, to this day, 100% certain that none of them have a clue as to the real relationship I have with Allison. I had a couple more patients to see and once I finished with them and completed the paperwork I had for the day I took off for home. As I drove toward the house I wondered just what sort of exciting story Allison had to tell. It was running through my mind that it would have to be pretty special to top the tale of my recent visit with Katie and her parents. After parking the car next to Allison's Mini Cooper I entered the house. I didn't see her anywhere but I had a strong suspicion where I would find her. I went to my bedroom and saw her in the hot tube that was clearly visible through the master bedroom window. She was obviously naked, her now C cup breasts bobbing up and down in time with her bouncing movements. I knew that she was riding one of the jets of the whirlpool. I watched in silence as, eyes closed and head tilted slightly back, she rode the strong stream of water to orgasmic release. The Jacuzzi was always one of her favorite things at my house. I remember well the first time she experienced how much fun it could be to feel the pulsation of the water against her pussy. She had been my 'ward' for about 3 days on that occasion. I came home from work and checked her homework from her assignment for that day. I was soon to learn that she really needed very little checking as she grasped concepts rather quickly and was very self-motivated to do what research was necessary to answer questions. I fixed us a bite of supper and as we were straightening out the kitchen she told me she really didn't want to go home right away. "Today is the first of the month and I know mom will be strung out," she lamented. "A lot of her so-called boyfriends get their welfare checks on the first and they have money to spend on liquor, crack and pussy." She clasped her hands against her mouth after realizing what she had said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk like that!" "Well Allison," I replied. "I've heard the word 'pussy' before and if what you said is true, then I can hardly fault you for being direct." "Really, I just don't want to be there with her drinking and smoking pot and crack and doing whatever other kind of drug her 'boyfriends' bring her" she continued, "It weirds me out being around all that crap and with her doing sex stuff with all those guys, sometimes two or three at a time, around me it gets pretty creepy." I was very tempted to ask her if the sights and sounds of her mother's sexual escapades had any other effect upon her than to creep her out but I figured that was a conversation for another time. "Can I stay her until about 10 o'clock?" she inquired, "She'll either be gone for the night or passed out in her bedroom by that time." "Sure thing!" I answered back, "I was thinking about a soak in the Jacuzzi. I'm sure there is something on TV you could watch or maybe go online and do whatever it is you kids do." "I've never been in a Jacuzzi before, could I do it too?" Although I usually don't wear anything when I use the hot tub (I live in a fairly secluded area besides having a privacy fence) I wasn't crazy enough to do it in the nude with Allison around, at least not yet! "I suppose so, but do you have a bathing suit?" I answered her query. "Rats!" she exclaimed, "I didn't think of that! Wait! I know! I can just wear my bra and panties... they will cover up the same as a bathing suit would." And off she bounded to what she considered 'her room' to change. This might be fun I thought. I went to my bedroom, got my trunks and changed into them in the master bath. It wasn't but a minute after I had exited the bath when Allison came bounding into my room dressed in her A cup eggshell white bra and white low rider panties with frilly lacey trim around the waistband and legs. Her brown hair had been washed about two days prior and she appeared to have shaved her legs recently as evidenced by a few nicks and scrapes up and down her muscular thighs. Her feet, however, were a mess owing to her frequent forays outdoors without shoes. An idea entered my mind... I had a pumice stone in my bathroom that I would use on my feet to keep them halfway smooth. I opened the door to the deck and told Allison to go ahead and remove the cover to the hot tub and jump in. I retrieved the stone, grabbed a couple of towels and joined her. I reached the hot tub and stepped in glad to have done so before my hardening cock became too evident. As I situated myself on one of the built in seats nearest to the controls, Allison was bobbing around in the 8-person tub as if she were practicing for the Olympic swim team. I instructed her to have a seat across from me and turned on the pump. It took a second to get it adjusted to what I considered the right amount of 'bubbles' so, if the need arose, she wouldn't be able to see me rubbing my hard cock from time to time. At the moment that the water started swirling, Allison's eyes lit up and she giggled like the young girl that she was. "Wow!" she squealed, "this is SO COOL! It feels like there are a million fingers trying to tickle me!" That's the point I thought to myself. I relaxed back, closed my eyes briefly, and thought how heavenly this was to be in a hot tub with a 13-year-old girl wearing nothing but bra and panties. What Allison didn't realize was that while a bathing suit was generally designed NOT to be see-through when wet underwear was not intended to be that way. The manner in which she was seated had the water level at a couple of inches above the upper swell of her nearly A cup breasts. While I was glad the water motion caused by the jets of the pump would keep her from seeing me adjust my cock, which I had to do several times by this point, I was bummed that I couldn't see her nipples through her bra. After a few minutes of just sitting and relaxing Allison started to move around in the tub. She scooted to and fro her knees bent, keeping just her head above the water. Due to the size of the tub (I entertained on occasion and from time to time partied with a few adult couples and whomever I was dating at the time) there was plenty of room for her to maneuver. Her 'bounciness' in the hot tub got a little more vigorous and on occasion she would stand up enough to elevate her breasts above the level of the water. When she did this I could very clearly see her breasts and nipples through the cottony cloth of the cups of her bra. Whether or not she knew this was happening I never did ask. I did, however, thoroughly enjoy the view of her cupcake top breast mounds and the strawberry shaped areola that topped them. Although they were the pale pink that is normal for females who have never been pregnant, the areolar complex and nipples were on prominent display. To this day I don't know if she knew I was sneaking glances at her... she was sharp so I'm sure she did notice my furtive looks, but this little display lasted a minute or two and is permanently embedded in my visual memory bank. Tired of frolicking I guess she stood up in the water, her back to me saying, "This is fun! I want to do this again and again!" She turned around, lifting her arms and using both hands to pull her hair back in a damp ponytail. Facing me she tilted her head back a little. The results of this action highlighted her wet bra through which I could clearly see her breasts and nipples, and exposed to me her wet panties which allowed me to see her pudenda and just the slightest hint of her very sparse pubic hair. Not wishing to take her on the spot (okay, I WAS wishing I could, but new better than to rush things) I quietly instructed her to sit in a particular seat in the tub. This seat I knew was directly in line with one of the stronger jets of the water and my female guests tended to REALLY like sitting there. It also was close enough to my position to allow Allison to stretch out her legs and put her feet on my knees. "You know I'd never deliberately hurt your feelings don't you?" I asked her "What do you mean?" "You know that I like you right?" "Yes" she replied. "Well," I said, "I have this thing about feet. I really like smooth, clean feet and I've noticed that yours are a little dirty from where you've walked around barefoot outside." She thought just a second and said, "Well, you're right, but it's mainly because most of the time I only have one pair of shoes and I need to keep from wearing them out." "I thought that might be the case, but I have something in mind that you might like" She gave me a cautious glance, "What's that?" she asked. I explained to her about the pumice stone and how nice her feet would feel once they had been "treated" Her next move was to slide down a bit in her seat, prop her right foot on my knee and say, "Go for it! I'd like to have sexy feet." I don't remember mentioning anything about sexy feet... but, hey, who am I to argue? She leaned back against the edge of the hot tub propping both arms against the side. This had the wonderful result of occasionally exposing one or the other of her titties whenever the waves dipped below 'nip level.' Her calloused feet had softened somewhat and I took her right foot in my hand and rubbed it gently feeling for the worst areas. I didn't want out time in the hot tub to result in heat exhaustion so I went to work quickly. I took the stone and rubbed gently against the heel of her foot and the inner aspect of her great toe. Allison squirmed a bit on the seat as I was pumicing her foot. I was pretty sure what was happening, as I knew the water jet was aimed more or less right at her crotch. I finished with her right foot and as I placed her foot back in the water I scooted over a spot to my right to allow her to put her left foot up on my knees yet still maintain the position that allowed her pussy to be bombarded by the pulses of the warm water. I noticed that her facial expression was different, that her cheeks were becoming flushed and that her breathing seemed to be quickening. I pulled her foot just a bit closer to me and deliberately bumped my rock hard cock against her heel and pulled on her leg a bit to widen the gap between her thighs. I think by this time she was riding the waves of pleasure, so to speak, and was nearing climax. I took the opportunity to massage her left calf just above the ankle a bit and held it there for another minute or so until she gasped deeply, withdrew her leg from my hands and placed both feet firmly on the bottom of the tub, emitted a little squeak and pulled both of her arms from the edge of the tub and plunge them in the water and into her lap. I tried my best to maintain a neutral look on my face and was nearly successful. "You planned that didn't you!" she exclaimed after catching her breath "I'm gonna get you for that!" and she jumped up from her seated position and commenced splashing the warm water vigorously toward my face in a playful manner. I suppose the young sexually awakening girl had experienced orgasm before and knew at least a little about sex play. How could she not? Living with a mother who thought nothing about exposing her to her tricks, knowing full well that her daughter was seeing her service her clients surely made her very aware. I didn't admit to my 'crime' and quickly turned the splash war into a game that the both of us enjoyed for a minute. We had reached our time limit in the hot water and I announced that we needed to get out before we became hard-boiled. Allison stood up, the water dripping from her body, the translucent bra and panties clinging to her body putting on display her breasts with their still budding nipples, her pudenda with its light covering of pubic hair, the slit of her pussy invaded by the wet panty material and, to my amazement, her obviously very engorged clit peaking prominently from under the clitoral hood. It was almost as if the had a miniature erect penis pitching a tiny tent in the material of her lace trimmed panties. She looked directly into my eyes and said "I'm sure that there is something else hard-boiled." With that she stepped out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel, and drying herself as she walked toward the house her firm ass cheeks swaying side to side. When she reached the door she halted, looked over her shoulder at me as I followed behind her and said, "We need to talk." End part VI