Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 10:50:13 -0400 From: Joe Mamma Subject: Little biker chick IX Little Biker Chick IX Gentle reader: The entirety of this story is purely a figment of my imagination. No person of legal or illegal age other than yours truly was ever used in a sexual manner in its creation. I appreciate your patient waiting for this ninth installment. Let me know if you want more. Don't forget to send a donation in to NIFTY.ORG to help keep the site free! Also, and I must beg forgiveness for this, the last paragraph in the previous chapter mentioned that Allison and I met the young man described in this chapter together... the storyline has me meeting him when I was in Medical School... many apologies. Part IX As I settled down on the couch for a recharging nap I reminisced about the assless chaps that Allison was taking to Fred's for some alteration. Ordinarily it takes forever for custom work to be done but I knew that if anyone could entice Fred it was Allison...but I digress. My first encounter with assless chaps involved a 12-year-old boy I met many years ago. I was on summer break during medical school and had the good fortune to be able to take an extended ride. I'd ride until I got tired, sleep under a bridge, under a picnic table or if I was very lucky would meet someone along the way who had a place to crash. Then I'd move on until the next nightfall and do it again. I drifted off to sleep and was soon dreaming about my encounter with what turned out to be a Father/son duo. It was maybe an hour before sunset and I was in the middle of Arkansas, a place called Conway (the country music star Conway Twitty used this name to replace his original name, Harold Jenkins.) I was on I-40 and stopped at a rest area to take a leak and gather my thoughts. What this meant was I was going to take a couple tokes of some really good pot that I had and think about whether to press on for a little while longer or find a picnic table to crash under right there. I walked around stretching my legs and took a couple of hits from my torpedo when it appeared that there was no one looking. I decided to move on a bit more but first it was time to empty my bladder before hopping back on my sportster. I was standing at the sink washing my hands and splashing water on my face when I heard footsteps entering the restroom. I didn't think much about it really until I looked in the mirror and there was a dude who was the spitting image of the `leatherman' from the group The Village People. Ordinarily it wouldn't have bothered me a bit because I really am a `live and let live' kinda guy. When a boy who appeared to be about 12 or 13 came walking in right behind Leather Dude, dressed exactly like him (sans mustache) I unexpectedly let out a giggle...(that was some really good dope I'd been toking.) I managed to stifle any further noise but it had apparently been loud enough for the older man to hear. Before I could make a hasty exit he stepped up to me, stood about two feet away and asked me "Do you see something funny?" He was a little bit bigger than me, and I'm not a fighter so I said, "No man, not at all, it's just that the site of you two dressed alike tickled me." "I'm tired, I've been on the bike since first light, and I just took a couple of hits of some skank weed. I don't really mean anything... I'm sorry if I offended you, really I am." By now the young tweenage boy had sidled up next to his dad (I assumed as they looked alike even without the same get-up). I glanced at him and noticed that he had a remarkably pretty face and very pouty lips... now where did that thought come from? I'm not into young boys (at least I didn't know how much I WAS into them at the time!) "Dad," the youngster squeaked, "I don't think he's making fun... really I don't!" The guy relaxed his posture a bit and said "Okay man, no offense taken then." I breathed a sigh of relief and he stuck out his hand and said "Jake, and this is my boy Randy" "Ken" I said as I stuck out my hand. "Is that your sportster out back?" Randy asked "Sure is," I answered "nice bike... Dad has an Indian. '53 Chief" Now this was some seriously old iron and I just had to see it. I asked Jake if he'd let me take a look at his bike and he gladly said yes. "It's parked right next to your sportster," Jake told me "We'll be out in a minute and I'll let ya take a closer look." I walked on out to the parking lot and took another quick hit off of the torpedo as there was no one around. I went on over to where my bike was parked and stood there next to it and admired the older bike. It was either a very well kept original or someone had taken great pains to restore, and then enjoy, the old V-twin. Knowing better than to touch another man's ride without an invitation I just walked around the bike looking at the detail and the old school mechanics. This was one sweet ride! (It was also the inspiration for my `tractor' type seats on my current bike.) It wasn't but a minute when Jake and Randy came walking out of the restroom and then over to the bikes. I told Randy he could look at, and sit on, my bike if he wanted to while my attention was directed toward the old 80 cubic inch Indian Chief sitting in front of me. Jake explained that the bike had been his Grandfather's who bought it on a lark, rode it for a while, and then covered it up in the garage. He said his father had no interest in it at all and the bike came to him when his grandfather passed just a few years before. "All it took was new tires, an oil change, new plugs and fresh gas... she fired right up!" Jake boasted. "Gramps would fire it up from time to time but only put about a thousand miles on it." "She can get a bit temperamental but for the most part it's a great bike for riding around the general area. Randy and I get to spend some quality time together." It was just then that I heard Randy emit a slight giggle and I looked up to see his dad give him one of those `glares' that only dads can muster up. "Randy lives with his mom, so we try to do something fun whenever we can." I definitely heard another giggle from Randy that earned him an even fiercer glare from his Dad. Jake asked me about my travels, where I was headed, where I was staying etc. and I told him I was just headed `west' for now and in a few weeks I would be headed `east' in order to get back for school. He said he admired the freedom and wished me luck. Randy by this time was standing in front of the old Indian facing his Dad and me. I mounted the sporster, kicked her to life as Jake did the same to the old Chief. Jake mounted his bike as I was pushing mine back away from the curbing. Their bike was to my right and I was maybe 10 feet away when, after adjusting my helmet looked up just as Randy was mounting the bike behind his Dad. It was then that I noticed that the chaps he was wearing had no seat... and that Randy had no pants or underwear on underneath the black leather. He hadn't turned his back to me prior to this. I have to say the very firm looking tanned orbs of his ass were quite a view! Randy turned to look at me at the same time my jaw was dropping. He saw the surprised look on my face and then puckered his lips to blow me a kiss. At the time I wore a `brain bucket' type helmet... (Not much more coverage than what people use today for bicycles) and goggles. This was a good thing because with today's full faced helmets my jaw would have been broken due to the rapid drop it took and my eyes would have shot across the parking lot it they hadn't been stopped by the goggles. I just sat there on my bike, my cock getting harder by the second, and waited for them to pull out. I wanted to see this boy's rear as much as possible before we parted ways. They pulled away ahead of me and I followed. Once we were back on the interstate I continued to ride behind them occasionally catching a glimpse of Randy's tanned globes. We hadn't ridden much more than a couple of miles when I saw Randy tap his dad's helmet a couple of times and they pulled off onto the shoulder. Thinking there was something wrong I pulled off behind them to see if I could be of any assistance. Randy quickly dismounted and, since I couldn't unglue my eyes from his ass, I was treated to a view of not only the cleft of his cheeks but a momentary glimpse of his brown-eye and the back of his apparently hairless ball sac. The two of them chatted for a second and Jake walked back to my bike. "Want to bunk with us tonight?" He asked. "Randy has a bunk bed in his room that you could use." Dear God in Heaven... "Sure!" I readily agreed. "Lead the way" I followed them home that was only about 15 minutes further down the road. They had an average sized home in an average neighborhood. Nothing special either way you looked at it. Once we got the bikes parked and went into the house Jake offered me a beer and we sat on the couch. Randy disappeared and, judging by the sound coming from down the hall, he was taking a shower. "My boy says he liked the way you were looking at his ass" Jake said after a minute. I was busted with no where to turn... I quickly surmised that if there was going to be a problem I wouldn't have been invited back to their place nor would I still be alive. I could only nod my head and say, "I don't know what came over me, but I have to admit that seeing his naked ass was, uhm...interesting." "That ass is MINE motherfucker" Jake spat out... I was beginning to be a little scared now. Jake continued "and he does with it what I say." He stood up and walked over to the couch where I was sitting. He dropped his pants and dug into his shorts and whipped out the largest cock I'd ever seen. This thing had to be 10 inches soft and nearly as big around as a coke can. He gave it a few strokes and it grew and hardened until it was fully erect. It had to have been 13 inches long and was definitely the diameter of a coke can. I was wondering what the purpose of this demonstration was. "As you can see, I'm huge." He said, stating the obvious. "I'm bi, Randy is pure gay, and I know I'd kill him if I fucked his ass with this." He finally got around to the point of the story when he said, "His momma left a couple of years ago when she found me sucking his cock and him stroking me. We mess around some, he tries to suck me off, and I fuck him between his legs and get off some. We figure one of these days he'll be able to take it but for now, we just try to find someone from time to time to plow his ass... it was his idea to invite you over tonight." I explained that I ordinarily wasn't attracted to young boys but Randy definitely caught my eye. "Good!" I heard a high-pitched voice say Randy had finished his shower and was standing in the doorway leading down the hall. His hair was slicked back maybe with brylcreem or something like that. He was wearing some light blue eye shadow, had rouged his cheeks some, and was wearing rose red lipstick. He wore his leather vest and nothing else up top exposing his flat tummy, his barely developed pecs and his erect brown nipples. He had on the assless chaps, only this time the crotch was exposing his junk, which was fully turgid, standing straight up at a proud, 4.5 inches and his balls were in a smooth, hairless sac and were just starting to hang away from his body. Looking carefully I could see just the faintest of a shadow of his pubic hair. He walked over to the couch and stopped about an arm's length from me. I could only stare at his pulsing cock. "You go take a shower; I'll be out here playing with Dad." Randy instructed me. As I walked toward the bathroom he added, "Then we can suck and fuck!" I've taken some quick showers but this one had to set a record. I was out of the bathroom and back into the living room in a flash. Jake was seated in his easy chair scooted down so his crotch was at the edge of the cushion. His massive cock was standing straight up and Randy had the tip of it in his painfully stretched mouth. He was using both hands to stroke his Dad's log. He removed his mouth from his Dad's cock-head and I could see a ring of lipstick encircling the glans. I was wearing only a towel and my cock was hard as a rock tenting out the front of the cotton covering. Randy scooted back a little, beckoned me to step over his way and reached out to pull the towel away from me. I felt very inadequate with my 6-inch dick compared to Jake's python but Randy squealed in delight as he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward his waiting mouth. He was up on his knees and in one gulp swallowed my cock to the root. He pulled away for a minute saying "finally! A cock I can deep throat! Dad's is just too big!" The past hour or so was mind blowing to say the least. I couldn't believe these total strangers had invited me into their home and in the course of less than two hours had invited me to fuck a very sexy 12-year-old boy. Randy redirected his attention to my cock and bobbed up and down performing like an expert. Jake was stroking his log all the while staring at his boy's sweet ass. Randy pushed me back onto the couch, knelt down in front of me to continue his oral attentions to my cock and balls. Jake got up from his chair and positioned himself on his knees behind his son. He pulled a tube of KY from under one of the couch cushions, liberally coated his cock with the lube and placed his massive organ between his son's legs. He pumped his cock in and out from between Randy's thighs in a heated fucking motion. From time to time he would back away, grab his dick with his hand, and run the tip of his cock up and down the valley between his son's firm ass globes. He would do this for a moment then resume fucking Randy's thighs. I was about to blow my load when I heard Jake cry out with his orgasm. From my vantage point it appeared as if he was filling Randy's rectum with Daddy juice but the spurts of cum that hit my lower legs told me otherwise. Randy quickly stood up, turned and faced his father who then quickly slurped up his own jizz from his boy's belly. He gave his son's cock a quick lick or two then told the boy to get on all fours on the floor. The 12-year-old smooth boy obeyed his father and positioned himself with his ass in the air, shoulders on the floor. The globes of his muscular ass were so inviting. Jake tossed me the KY, told me to lube up, and help my self. I was able to see the brown starfish of Randy's ass quite well. It was very obvious that this was NOT virgin territory as there was a visible dilation of his anus. After lubing my cock I got myself into position and placed the tip of my rod at his hole. One push and I was in to the hilt. It was hot, warm, snug and very delicious feeling to my dick. I was so damned horny by this time I pounded him like a jackrabbit. There was no sound of discomfort coming from the pubescent tween, only pleasure. I only lasted a few minutes before shooting my load deep into his bowels. Once my cock plopped out of his asshole, I fell back onto my haunches, Randy quickly turned around and slurped my cock into his hot mouth cleansing all traces of my cum and his rectal fluids from my rod and balls. Jake looked at us, cock in hand, and said "I'm done for the evening...gonna go to bed. You guys have fun!" This was very bizarre of course, but who was I to question? Randy led me down the hall to his bedroom and told me that he would take the top bunk. The top tier wasn't all that high and I figured out why after a moment. Randy jumped up to the top mattress, turned so his ass was facing me, propped his feet up against the sideboard, let his knees drop to the side to where he was in the frog-leg position. His 4.5-inch hard cock with barely a sprinkling of pubic hair, his bald scrotum with grape-sized balls and his recently fucked asshole was at face level. "Eat me, Ken! Eat me!" I happily obliged, diving into his crotch that was framed by the black leather of the chaps. "Ken! Ken!" I heard "Wake up!" It was Allison gently shaking my shoulder saying my name over and again. I hated being awakened from the dream that was so erotic. She noticed my hard cock and gave is a squeeze. "Dreaming about me?" she teased, stroking my rod a couple of times. "You're just going to have to wait until tonight! Look what I've got!" She held up the newly tailored vest and chaps that Fred had altered for her. I didn't, yet I did, want to know what she had to do to get him to do this work so quickly. "Did you know Fred likes it up the ass as much as you do?" Well, that answered that question. The vest and chaps looked as if they would fit Kate pretty well. Allison wasn't all that big in the body as a young teen although she was of slightly above average height. Katie was tall for her age and a bit thicker for her age. I hoped that these would fit her just about right. At any rate it would be fodder for fantasy at the very least. I looked at the clock and it was time to shower, dress and hit the road. We mounted the VTX and headed out to cross the river into Kentucky. There was time to spare so we just cruised along enjoying the scenery. I deliberately held off using the blinker buddy as Allison, I assumed, would be joining Andrew and Carol for fun later on this evening as I got to spend time with Katie. We took our time on the ride over and after about an hour we arrived at the Ziff's place and dismounted the bike. Katie skipped out of the garage and met Allison and I in the driveway. Her flaming locks were loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a red baby-doll top with white polka dots. Her slightly tanned and lightly freckled shoulders looked so creamy under the spaghetti straps. The elasticized top emphasized her budding nipples and the small fat pads of her titlets. As she skipped her top billowed out exposing her taught abdomen and giving me a glimpse of her sexy outie navel. She was wearing white pedal pushers that appeared to be painted on her firm ass globes and hairless muscular thighs and calves. She was wearing spotless white canvas sneakers and no socks. She came to me, grabbed me around my waist and hugged me tightly to her sexy lithe body. Her hair fell back in a fountain of red as she tilted her head back, puckered her head back and leaned in for a kiss. I obliged this sexy little vixen with a slightly more than cursory touch of lips as my right hand slid from her mid back to her left ass cheek and gave it a little squeeze. She giggled a little bit as her right hand deftly moved from my lower back, palm grazing my ass cheek, toward my crotch, ending up with the back of her hand rubbing against my crotch and my rapidly expanding cock. Allison caught this sleight of hand act, looked at me with raised eyebrows and a grin. Katie turned her hand around, gave my cock a squeeze, emitted a sound between a chuckle and a giggle and turned to greet Allison. She stuck out her hand and the two girls shook hands. Katie clung to Allison's hand and led her through the garage and out into the back yard where her parents had set up the grill. I walked behind them enjoying the pleasant view of two very fine asses as they swayed back and forth. The two of them were chatting and seemed to be on their way to hitting it off very well. We all made our introductions and settled into the cushioned outdoor chairs around the table. Iced beverages were passed around and we settled into a comfortable banter. Allison was the first to refer to our clandestine activities by saying "Ken and I have been lovers almost since we first met. I'm glad he has met you because I know Katie will thoroughly enjoy his abilities." Talk about breaking the ice. In no time we all retelling stories of sexual play. I won't bore you with the details here but the story of how Andrew, Carol and Katie started with each other and how things have evolved is quite interesting. By this time Katie had moved over toward me and sat on my lap... actually straddling my right knee. As the conversation continued she began grinding her little crotch ever so subtly against my knee. This was incredibly arousing to me as I envisioned that puffy peach so lightly sprinkled with fine red pussy down. I was seeing a spark develop between Allison and the other two adults present at the table and Katie's grinding on my knee was giving me a very uncomfortable hard-on that was begging for relief. Andrew stood up, an erect cock obvious by the tenting of his shorts and announced that he was going to get the dogs and burgers going. "I think we'll have a bite of supper first then you and Katie can do whatever you'd like and Carol and I will get to know Allison. Katie giggled, and then ground her cunt into my knee a few more times, let out a small groan accompanied by a shudder and dismounted. She turned quickly, wrapping her arms behind my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She then turned to Allison and asked her if she'd like to see her room. Allison answered, "Sure sweetie! I have a little present for you!" Katie's eyes got wide and she broke out into a big grin. "I like presents!" she gushed The two younger girls wandered off and Carol and I helped Andrew with the grill and dinner preparations. "Allison is hot!" Carol said "Does she like girls and boys?" "Allison likes sex with young boys and girls as well as older women and men." I answered. "She is a very sexual human being and I've never known her to shy away from any circumstances." "Good!" Carol responded, "my pussy is gushing... she is very pretty and just oozes with sexiness!" After a while Allison and Katie came out of the house and were walking together, holding hands and chatting like old friends. "Allison sure has a pretty pussy!" Katie shared with the table "I'm gonna shave mine like she shaves hers once Mommy says I can!" "I had to use the restroom and Katie followed me in." Allison explained. "I'm glad you cleared that up," I replied "I hate the thought of you two playing around without me being there to watch!" We all had a chuckle at that and turned our attention to dinner. Dinner was soon cooked, eaten and the table cleared. "Katie?" I asked... would you like to go for a ride? If it's okay with your parents?" That I was going to be sexually active with this young lady sometime in the very near future was evident... asking her parent's permission for a motorcycle ride seemed a bit silly but there ARE protocols! They said it was okay and Katie ran off into the house with Allison on her heels. After a few minutes they came out and I was stunned to see my little red headed slut with her hair in a braided pony tail, a red bandana tied around her head, a very loose white wife-beater shirt under her black leather vest, and the assless chaps over a pair of peg-leg jeans and black leather boots. She was grinning ear to ear as was Allison... the alterations done by Fred were perfect. Allison at 13 and Katie at 9 ½ weren't that much different in size, but there was considerable work done on the quick... I guess having a 19 year old hot as hell college student plowing his ass with a strap-on was incentive enough? The chaps were crotch-less as well as assless I must add here. They were really not much more than two leather pants legs with snaps down the sides of the legs, held together by straps to a fairly wide belting mechanism. The end result was that Katie's long, muscular legs were encased in black leather while her denim clad crotch and ass were exposed to my lustful and longing gaze. Dear god was she ever sexy as hell! She sauntered over to where we adults were gathered, kissed her mom and dad and said "See ya later... me and Ken are goin' for a ride" The manner in which she said the word `ride' was so provocative, so suggestive, that no one who heard it could mistake it for anything other than "we're gonna fuck!" Again, who am I to argue? I mounted the bike and Katie got on behind me. Her helmet was in place letting only about 10 inches of red braided hair fall down the middle of her neck and upper back. She had put a light backpack/purse contraption over her arms somewhere along the way. I cranked up the bike; Katie snuggled up against me with her hands gripping the buddy belt. We took off beeping the horn a little at Andrew, Carol and Allison as they waved goodbye to us. "Who wears the strap on first?" Carol asked as the three of them headed toward the house. Katie and I had ridden about 10 minutes west of their home when I felt her hand snake around my right thigh and her fingertips brushing against my crotch. We were riding on a fairly well travelled road but I wasn't too worried about anyone seeing what she was doing. I WAS concerned that the distraction might cause an accident so, reluctantly, I removed her hand from my lap and put it back on my waist so she could hold on to the buddy belt. There is a very old inn/restaurant nearby called the Buck-run Inn that has a nice little park area with a small stream running through it. There are some short nature paths that meander through the area and I thought it might be a place to stop for a while. We were only a minute or two away from the turn-off so I decided to head back in that direction to allow at least a moment or two of private time with my little vixen. My cock was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum like crazy...maybe a little saunter into the woods and a quick hand job from my scarlet haired lover to be could be arranged. I noticed that the approach lane to the restaurant wasn't quite as well kept as I was used to seeing. I didn't think too much of it as the economy of late has been tough and many places of business were cutting back on `frills'. It's about ¾ mile back through a very nicely wooded area to the inn, which was built in part by Abraham Lincoln's father. As we rode back, it became clear to me that something was amiss. At the end of the road right at the entrance to the parking lot was a simple 2x6 propped up between two sawhorses. There was a simple handwritten sign that read "CLOSED" I was disappointed as this restaurant was a place that my family had frequented dozens of times over the years. Many birthdays, graduations, anniversaries etc. had been celebrated there. As a youngster we'd wander off into the woods and do some exploring. At the time it seemed like a dark wilderness, but really it was not any different than a city park. The trails may wander but we were never far from civilization or from our parent's calls. Even though a bit rough, the landscaping was still lovely and apparently the closure was recent as the area looked as if it had been tidied up in the not too distant past. I guided the bike around the blockade and into the parking lot. We parked, got off the bike, and took a brief look around. We were alone! There is a short path that leads down a small hill to a bridge that crosses the stream. On the other side are several pavilions for shelter, the numerous picnic tables still present as if waiting for a group of people to come along. We took the path across the stream and just explored for a few minutes. I told Katie about the different parties I'd attended there and how much fun could be had exploring the trails. "Did you ever play hide and seek here?" she queried. "Yep... lots of times!" was my response. She poked me in the side and said "TAG!!! YOU'RE IT!" and ran off giggling down the well worn path and into the woods. "You hafta count to 200 before you come looking!" was the last thing I heard as I saw her trotting down the path, between the bushes and ancient trees, the globes of her sweet ass undulating with each stride. I wasn't worried for her safety because the woods here had been `tamed' for over 50 years... the thickest of the underbrush was long gone and the paths wandered back and forth so closely together that one was never far from being in sight of another trail. Additionally, there was a stock fence that separated the restaurant grounds from the surrounding farms so I didn't worry about her wandering off. Admiring the energy of her youth, I counted slowly to 200 as Katie hid. Once I reached the two century mark I stepped onto the trail and traipsed into the woods in quest of my red headed pre-pubescent sex toy to-be. I had gone into the wooded area maybe 50 feet all the while looking for Katie. I looked around and recognized some of the landmarks from my youth... a gully here, a large limestone `cliff' ...really an area of limestone laid bare by hundreds of years of erosion... it was perhaps 15 to twenty feet tall. I slowly walked maybe 300 feet total, following the wandering trail, and had seen no sign of Katie at all. I decided that I'd probably passed her hiding spot and turned around to retrace my steps a bit. I hadn't walked more than 50 feet or so when I heard a giggling come from straight above me. I looked up and saw Katie standing on a tree limb perhaps 10 feet above the ground. The tree was quite large and the branch upon which Katie was standing was sturdy enough for her to be some distance from the tree trunk. It took me a moment, but I realized that not only was Katie standing on this limb...but she had managed to take off the jeans she had been wearing and was wearing only the shoes, chaps and the leather vest. Her feet were spread about two feet apart exposing her delectable peach to my hungry eyes. When I first heard the term peach used to describe a young girl's pussy I didn't quite get it. Here before my very eyes, however, was the perfect example of the peach. Her labia majora were very plump and med in the middle at the most delectable cleft. Imagine if you will the stem of a peach peaking from the folds as the clitoris and there you have it. Her arms were outstretched above her shoulders, hands grasping another limb for balance, and she had the cutest grin and the most devious sparkle in her eyes. I could see the undersides of her barely budding breasts... healthy puffy nipples really. My mouth was watering as was my cock. "See anything you like?" she asked. "Only the sweetest looking pussy in the world!" I called back. She squatted down on the limb, the movement resulting in the spreading of her knees and a greater exposure of her nearly labia and the half dozen or so red curly hairs. She scooted until her but was touching the limb, dropped her hands to her side, did some little flippity thing and before I knew it she was hanging by her hands from the tree limb. She was in a position to be facing me, her feet dangling maybe a foot above my shoulders. She had a good grip on the limb and obviously the strength to hang on... for a while anyway... I wasn't sure I'd be able to catch her if she fell, but I could help break her fall but with proper maneuvering I could ease her to the ground. I reached up, put my arms behind her calves and cradled them in my arms. The thought being I would just let her slip between my arms and my body slowing her descent. This actually worked quite well and as she released the limb, her body slipped between my arms and my body... just enough friction to slow her down so she touched the ground at a reasonable speed. I was able to brush my lips and tongue against her vulva as they slid in front of me. I could feel her body shiver as I tasted her oh so slightly musky crotch. Once she was on her own two feet, my arms still holding her close, she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said "Kiss me Ken! Kiss me hard!" So I did. If you've never kissed the lips of a preteen- I mean really passionately kissed...then you haven't lived. Her small head felt so good in my hand as I pressed the back of her head toward my own. Firmly yet gently our lips met, the softness of hers seemed to melt into mine. Our lips tangled at times with tentative touches and at others with a frenzied ferocity of pure lust. I'm a fairly strong man, but I couldn't continue to hold her entire weight for long. I broke the kiss and said... "Let's find a place to sit down!" There was a limestone boulder that had emerged from the surface of the Kentucky clay how many centuries ago? It was about 20 feet from where we stood and I swung Katie around to where she was in my arms much like a man would carry his newly wedded wife across the threshold. We were heading toward a threshold of another type! We nuzzled each other, the child giggling and me grinning like a fool as I carried her to the boulder. I sat down and Katie immediately swung her legs around so that she was straddling my thighs. I looked down at the leather vest she was wearing and marveled at how exquisitely sexy her immature breasts looked... buttermilk in color, lightly colored with their strawberry pink nipples firmly topping the barely perceptible mounds of chest flesh. She leaned back a bit to allow me access to her pectoral treasures and my head dove straight to her right titlet and engulfed nearly the entire mound into my mouth. Applying gentle suction and tickling the tip of her nipple with my tongue I was in Pedo-heaven! I switched from one to another, mouthing her tiny orbs, making a loud popping sound as the suction broke first from the right bud to the left and back again. Her areolas were turning closer to a red color as my oral ministrations brought increasing blood flow to the surface. Her nipples were becoming like tiny bullets as her sexual arousal increased heartbeat by heartbeat, suckle by suckle. My cock was straining to be released from my pants. Katie was straddling my thighs and grinding her crotch against the lump in my jeans so hard it was painful. I could smell her prepubescent odor from her ever moistening pussy... the aroma hitting me like the proverbial ton of bricks. I was going to have her, to ravish her, to pound her cunt like a jackhammer... and SOON! I backed up just a little bit on the boulder and reached up with my hands and stripped away the black leather vest. Her nearly flat chest was bared to my piercing gaze as I visually devoured the smooth skin, the barely perceptible mounds of tit-flesh, and the deep rose color of her cone shaped nipples. Both breastlets were glistening...dripping even with the saliva I had left behind only seconds before. I tossed the leather garment to the side and reached up and covered her miniature mammaries with the palms of my hands savoring the soft yet firm flesh mounds that were just the beginnings of a palmful. At first I gave them a gentle, just perceptible squeeze which brought out a soft moan from my fourth grade lover. This incited me to be a little more vigorous and I gave both of them a simultaneous grasp, much more of a pinch actually, and this resulted in a yelp from her tender mouth, the one I'd just recently devoured with my lips and tongue. "Yeeeeeaaagghhh! I'm cumming" she cried as her upper body stiffened, bringing her to a nearly straight upright position in front of me. Her legs stiffened a bit too resulting in a slight relief of the pressure against my cock which was uncomfortably bent in my jeans. I let go of her tits and leaned back on my shoulders against the flat top of the boulder. Katie had straightened all the way up and was upright on her knees. Her pussy was mere inches from my mouth. My eyes were momentarily out of focus... I'd been staring at her beautiful chest and when I changed my gaze to her swollen pudenda things were a bit blurry for just a second. As my eyes regained their focus, her plump mons came into view. From more than a couple of feet distant, her pussy seemed completely devoid of any hair. My closer vantage point afforded me the knowledge that there was just the faintest hint of strawberry blonde fuzz... no thicker, no darker, no longer than the hair on her forearms, developing in a spreading fern pattern over the soft, round Mons of Venus on this delectable nymph. I gave it a puff with my pursed lips and the hair was so short, so sparse, that there wasn't even a hint of movement. I pulled her to me and was delighted to realize that in this position my mouth was level with her lower abdomen between her navel and her pussy. I pressed my mouth against her slightly chubby belly and kissed and sucked the flesh in front of me like a man starved for weeks. I worked my way down her mons, to the top of her interlabial cleft. As I've mentioned earlier, the thickness of her clitoral hood, the labia minora and the overall appearance of her inner parts were more that of an adult than a soon to be ten year old girl. (I was to learn later that her parents had been using an estrogen cream on her for several months... this resulted in the thickening of this tissue as well as making it more pliable and increasing its innate lubricating capabilities... ahh! Better pedo living through chemistry!) Her clit was erect, poking its pea sized plumpness from under the prepuce. The hood of her clit was retracted ever so slightly exposing the pearlescent pink morsel. Her inner labial tissue was engorged with blood poking prominently from the plump outer lips each of which had just a couple of stray pubic hairs the most remarkable shade of red. Her vaginal opening was slightly agape... ready for my turgid torpedo to make its intrusion into the inner workings of her tweenage twat. There was a drop of thick, clear moisture gathering at the underside of her lower cleft. I reached out with my tongue to lap it up not wishing to waste one tiny bit of this evidence of her sexual arousal. The aroma of excited female...NO! excited, artificially estrogenized little girl... wafted to my olfactory glands caused a pulse of excitement to course through my now throbbing dick. Katie shuddered once again with a mild orgasm as I slowly trailed the flat of my tongue from near her puckered brown star, over the center of her peach, dipping ever so slightly into her pussy, up and up until reaching her clit which I stabbed very gently with the tip of my tongue which I had "rolled" Her body stiffened, she gasped and muttered breathlessly, "Oh. My. God!" Her hips began making an ever faster thrusting motion the more I licked her girlish pussy. I was extremely aroused and terribly uncomfortable on my perch atop the limestone. I looked around and spotted an area that was flat, devoid of anything that looked remotely like sticks, stones, and most importantly poison ivy. I had Katie stand up and as quickly as possible tore off my clothing to make a bed of sorts on the ground. I was convinced we were not at risk of being discovered and I was not going to be denied access to this girl's hot pussy! I had her lie down on the makeshift pallet and seeing her there, her bandana still around her flaming red hair, her chest with its buttermilk hue and ever so slightly developing breasts, her nearly flat tummy with its delightful innie belly button, the puffy prominence of her mons with the sparse pink fuzz, the engorged tissue of her labia minora exposed in a nearly scandalous manner by the splay of her bent knees... all of this inviting me to this fuck-feast with a soon to be fourth grader! I got down on my knees, happy that the underlying mat of leaves was thick enough to make a soft surface, grasped her legs at their junction with her buttocks and like a crazed and starving man dove into her crotch like a contestant at a watermelon eating contest. I slurped and salivated, licked and probed, pressed the bridge of my nose against her clitoris while my tongue did its dance on her labia. I curled my tongue and used the tip to probe and prod at the entrance to her pussy which was now exuding a steady stream of fuck me lube. Rivulets of liquid trickled down her perineum to moisten her anal rosebud. I moved the palm of my right hand up and used the steady stream of pussy cream to douse my index finger. I tickled her starfish with gentle pressure removing it only to gather the increasing flow of her vaginal secretions mixed with my copious saliva. Once adequately lubed I increased the pressure on the gate to her back passage and was soon buried to the second knuckle. This brought forth a low, throaty moan from my pre-pubescent lover and she bucked her hips off of the forest floor in a rapid fucking motion resulting in the burial of my finger to the last knuckle. I added a second finger and continued to finger fuck the anal passage of this horny little minx. By this time I was lapping her cunt for all I was worth and trying my best to maintain contact between my lips and tongue with her moving target of a twat. The tops of her leather chaps allowed enough access to her pussy area that I could eat without interference but the spreading combined moisture from her pussy and my mouth was making the leather wet and increased the olfactory stimulation I was getting. It was difficult but I managed to maintain oral ministrations until she rode the lingual pony to another orgasm. Her pussy emitted another gush of cream which flowed onto my finger which was still implanted in her rectum, the ring of her anal sphincter gripping it tightly. This lessened the friction and I was able to more rapidly saw into her shit chute. I curved my fingers forward allowing pressure on the back wall of her pussy from the rectal side. Her eyes bulged out and she ordered "FUCK ME NOW KEN I WANT IT IN ME!!!" I pulled my fingers from her asshole and pushed her bent knees toward her head. This exposed her pulsing pussy even more obscenely. Her entire perineum including her asshole was glistening with moisture and muscle spasms were causing her anus to wink and her introitus to alternately pucker and open as if a hungry mouth was opening and closing. I adjusted the level of her crotch and mine and with my left hand supporting her hips, her arms entwined behind her knees, I used my right hand to guide my throbbing fuck stick toward the entrance to heaven itself. She whined like the little girl she was as she felt the tip of my rod touch her cunt lips. I wanted to savor this moment but yet I simply could not resist the urge to plunge my cock into her depths as quickly and completely as possible. I rubbed the head of my throbbing aching cock up and down the cleft of her cunt a few times for added stimulation. Finally, I let my cockhead rest at her pussy opening for what seemed like an eternity yet I know it was only a split second before I lunged forward burying my cock into her tight channel until I felt the tip bump against her juvenile cervix. Katie screamed not with pain but with passion. I was so glad we were in the proverbial middle of nowhere as surely someone would unwittingly think she was being slaughtered. Instead, my little red-headed Lolita, my fourth grade fuck toy, the pre-pubescent provider of perfect pussy was being skewered by my cock and she loved every spectacular sensation that was burning through her body. My thrusts into her were met by repeated sounds of "ugh, ugh, mmmph, ugh, ugh, mmmph" coming from the back of my 9 year old lover's throat. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid seemingly with each passing moment. As I pumped her eyes would shut for a moment the open and look into mine. It was near impossible to tell if she was able to focus on me or not but our eyes met each time her lids were open and there was an intensity in her gaze that led me to believe there was a psychic or maybe physiological eruption ready to unleash. There was an unmistakable level of concentration in her face and from time to time she would suck her lower lip into her mouth and grasp it with her upper teeth. Gently, not breaking the skin or drawing blood, but nevertheless her upper teeth had a firm grip on her lip and this motion was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath through her barely open mouth... a reverse hiss if you will. I would like to say the thrusting lasted for hours but that's nowhere near the truth. The passion that had built up between my little lover and me made the measurement of time impossible. I know that I thrust as deeply and strongly as I could for as long as I could. What I wasn't prepared for was Katie's next vocalization. "In my ass Ken... IN MY ASS!" My mind rapidly processed this request and, not thinking about the possibility of hurting her. I withdrew my cock from her slick hot pussy, pressed the tip against her brown pucker and pressed forward. I was so glad that I had loosened up her back passage a bit with my finger as I ate her out. She produced so much lube that my cock was slick from tip to root and she was horny enough (and apparently experienced enough) that there was only the slightest gasp as my cock became buried up to the hilt with my pubic hair resting against her upturned ass cheeks mere seconds after the initiation of anal sex. I plowed this ground as thoroughly as I did her pussy. Rapidly and forcefully I inserted and withdrew my cock from this angel's ass. I looked down at the juncture of my cock and her asshole and marveled at the sight of her anal ring and surrounding tissue extrude from her body as it gripped my rod so tightly on withdrawal, then push back into her as I punched back into her pelvis. I had only been playing butt pirate for perhaps a minute or so when my angel looked me in the eye and said pleadingly, her words staccato as I plunged in and out. Her hands gripped my forearms and her fingernails dug into my flesh as she flexed then relaxed her fingers. "In... a ... minute... I'm gonna... cum... I want... you ... you... too... too... take ...your cock...outta ... my ass... and put... it... it back... into ... my pu...pus..pussy!" I pounded my preteen lover for a few seconds more when she nearly shouted "NOW KEN... DO IT NOW!" I withdrew my lance from her rectum and plunged immediately full length into her steamy cunt bumping into her cervix causing her to yell out in ecstasy. Her orgasm seemed to develop deep within the recesses of her abdomen, bubbling and boiling up through her oh so slightly chubby body. Her pussy clenched my dick so hard it was nearly impossible to move it back and forth. She let loose a guttural scream and her body went rigid, straightening her legs out with a force that nearly pushed me away. Spasm after spasm wracked her body and she trembled as if she were a living vibrator. This scene... the sounds, the smells, the tightness of her gripping cunt pushed me over the edge and as she reached the height of her spend my cock let loose with volley after volley of my hot semen. I felt splash after splash of my cum as it seemed to bounce off of the walls of her tight pussy and engulf my cock spreading its hot thickness between my dick and the walls of her steamy twat. I know by the sounds being made as I continued to thrust in and out of my little lover that there was copious amounts of our juices being spilled out of her pussy and dripping down the cleft of her ass cheeks. The tiny girl went completely limp underneath me and I was certain that she had passed out. I held my weight away from her body with my arms and could see that her face and chest were flushed as red as if she had been in the hot sun for hours on end. Her nipples were hard as little rocks and the small amount of breast tissue underneath them had, as if by magic, firmed up making her miniscule breasts prominent on her chest. I withdrew my cock ever so slowly, completely sated and out of breath. Katie opened her eyes and her gaze met mine. "Ken?" she queried softly "Yes sweetheart" I answered. "Will you eat your cum from me please? Daddy always does!" Of course I will I thought... anything for my sexy fourth grade vixen. END CHAPTER NINE.