Curious, Mike picked one of the pictures up and saw Terry's cock jutting out in plain sight. The other two pictures finished the tale. He just placed them on Carla's dresser and walked out and went into his own room. He decided it was her life, and that, though Carla was his daughter, she was her own person as well. He thought about all the times when he was younger and wished he could have experienced life as well. The best he had during his early years was masturbating and dreaming of the most perfect woman he could imagine. Those were years lost and he could never make them up. But he certainly couldn't encourage her to start enjoying the thrills of sex without seeing it from a parents viewpoint as well.
Dear Diary,
School starts in about two hours. I had better stop a minute and get into the shower before Terry wakes up. Else I will never get ready in time to catch the bus. I'll be back in just a second.
Dear Diary,
Never mind. Terry has again beaten me to the bathroom. I might as well continue with my story.
After Mike got dressed, we headed out in the car to the movies.
The line was short, as the show had been playing for almost two weeks already. It was a science fiction movie we had all been wanting to see, but hadn't had the time before to get to.
The theater was dark and they headed toward the middle, where we could see the movie well, and still be away from the few other people already seated. Terry went to end of the aisle and sat.
Then Carla and I followed. Mike sat next to me and we leaned back to get comfortable while waiting for the pre-views and commercials were over.
Mike glanced over and saw Terry and Carla were holding hands.
Mike whispered to me that it was strange to think of one of the neighborhood boys actually with his daughter. He thought he had always realized it would be like this, but had hoped for some dashing young rich man to pull up in a limousine and ask if his daughter could go for a walk with him a few paces behind to protect his little girl if she needed him. Well she's not so little now.
Mike admitted to me that Carla had always been mature in her thinking and had more common sense than most of the kids he knew. Her grades at school had been slightly above average, but not perfect straight A's. It was good enough that she tried and that was all he could ask of her. He was more proud of her now then ever before.
As the movie started, Mike noticed that my hand had crept underneath the arm rest and was pressing itself against his crotch. He covered my hand with his, so that any casual glances in their direction would hide them. His cock strained to be free of his pants, but this was definitely not the place to whip it out. So I just deftly slid my hands into the waistband and down under his briefs to encase his now hard penis with my tiny fist.
Mike couldn't help himself from reacting to my touch, and as I stroked my hand up and down his rock hard penis, he could feel his hot sperm boiling inside his balls, screaming to be released from their prison. I pumped him fast and harder. Suddenly he spurted inside his underwear, soaking himself and my hand. I continued stroking him until his cock became limp and depleted.
Pulling my hand from inside his pants, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked the salty semen from them. The sight of that almost made Mike want to get up out of his seat and throw me to the floor and take me right there in the theater.
Terry had watched the entire act of me pumping Carla's father out of the corner of his eyes and was so engrossed he never noticed that his arm around Carla was positioned so his hand could cup her budding breasts. Carla noticed it though, and she reached up and forced his hand to place pressure on her tiny nipples. They began jutting forth through the thin tee-shirt material and Terry swirled his fingers around the aurora of her nipples. Carla felt her panties becoming soaked in the way her body responded to his caresses. I could see her knees drawing back and forth, as she caused her vagina to open and close in the pulsation to his playing with her breasts. I knew she couldn't orgasm this way, I myself did the same thing sometimes, but that it still felt good to do it, though it always left me excited wanting more.
We watched the entire movie this way and as the ending credits rolled onto the screen, we got up and exited through one of the side doors that no one else was using. Mike had a big stain on his pants and we teased him about peeing himself. He told them he had spilt his coke and to let it go at that. But we continued to tease him, so Mike pointed out that it must have been hot in the theater and Carla sure had sweated a lot, 'cause he could see right through her thin shorts and panties from all the moisture built up there. Carla thought she would die of embarrassment as we got into the car to head to her house.
We got home and Mike went into his room to change clothes again. Carla and Terry decided to go for a bike ride. After they left, Mike went into Carla's room, where I was borrowing a tee-shirt and noticed that pictures were still lying where he had placed them on the dresser. Mike looked at them and saw that the angle of the camera had caught Terry's penis on the out bound stroke and he could see Carla's vaginal lips stretching out to keep him deep inside her. Damn, he said to me. I really wished she had waited until she was at least sixteen. I might have been a little more emotionally prepared. Oh well, the best I can do, now that she has discovered how wonderful sex feels, is to counsel her on attempting to postpone any more until she is older and then make sure she understands birth control. There are to many unwanted babies in this world for children to be having children themselves. I told him that I was glad that he wasn't mad. I knew that Carla would just die if he found out and asked him to never say a word to her about finding the pictures. He said he'd never tease or reprimand her on something as private as this. So long as a friend of hers, by the name of Lori, would happen to hint that she might be a bit more cautious in the future? I told him I would talk with her at our first chance alone.
Mike knew all young adults wanted to explore the opposite sex, yet knew how it could easily it get out of hand when you have two inexperienced people trying it out on each other.
If they were just more open in the schools, maybe half the kids who end up pregnant wouldn't have been so eager to jump into bed with someone else.
It's not that sex is bad, it's just that when young hormones start talking, it's hard to keep a rein on it. Young boys have yet to learn self control. True all men think with their little head from time to time, but until they gain some experience and the novelty has worn down, they think totally with their little heads in the heat of the moment. I was at least fortunate to have someone as experienced as Mike was.
After about thirty minutes, the kids came back in, sweating and hot from the bike ride. They grabbed soda's and sat to play some GameBoy®. Mike was sitting on the couch relaxing in almost a napping position. I scooted back until I was leaning up against his legs. Terry and Carla were engrossed in the game that they were playing, so Mike leaned over and slid his hand down my shirt and cupped one of my tiny breasts in his hand. He toyed with my nipples until I was wiggling on the floor from the reaction it was causing between my legs.
I wondered how my breasts could stimulate me this way. They were just flesh and fatty tissue. Why did men seemed so fascinated by them? It was then I realized that because they were a part of my privates, and secret to open viewing, that must be why men are drawn to them. In many countries, women go around topless and men do not even notice them. Boy was I glad we lived here in America. Then again it could also be the fact that his touch was sending extremely small electric jolts throughout my body, leaving me wanting more.
So this is what foreplay is a part of. I thought, “I definitely like it!” Though I had seen Terry's cock plunging into Stacy's pussy, and I knew that it must have felt so much more powerful then the small amount of love tickling I was experiencing, I knew that I could trust Mike to never go to far, unless I was emotionally as well as physically ready for it.
I let him continue to cup my breasts and I reached into my own shorts and pulled them slightly away from my crotch, so he could look down and gaze upon my love triangle. His reaction was to grab my breasts even harder.
I teasingly let him watch me bring my hand to my mouth and wet my fingers with saliva. Holding the material far enough away so that he could get a clear view, I slid my now wet fingers between my labia. The lips on my vagina stretched apart and he could see how I slid my fingers up and down.
I looked up at Mike and winked, and I said, “I have to go to the bathroom, back in a few.” Mike knew I wanted him to follow, but didn't want it to be obvious to the two playing GameBoy®. So he got up and went into the kitchen, got a soda, and went back into the front room.
Mike set the can down on the coffee table and observed Carla and Terry playing a dual game that could take quite a few minutes to finish. He headed down the hallway as if to go to his room, when he veered left into the bathroom. I had left the door slightly ajar in anticipation.
He saw me standing there brushing my hair, and I thought of the picture he had seen, that showed the handle of the hairbrush deep inside my warm tunnel.
Mike told me I was brushing the wrong set of hair. Reaching down, he gently tugged my shorts to the floor of the bathroom.
He noticed I had changed into a light purple pair of panties and commented on how they looked so sexy.
Taking the edge of the elastic on my panties he rolled them downward, instead of just pulling them off. My tiny tuft of pubic hair came into view and he leaned over and kissed each individual hair. Mike continued rolling my panties down until my tiny slit came into view. Plunging his tongue into the small valley formed there, he heard my breath increase in anticipation of what might happen.
At no time did Mike make any sudden moves. He was so gentle and trustworthy. I know he will never hurt me and I will never do anything to harm him and I care for him as he has opened a door to my life that I wish never to be closed again.
As my panties finally touched the floor, I stepped out of them and squatted so his tongue could penetrate me even more deeply.
He reached over and grabbed the hairbrush I had been using just a few moments earlier. Placing the handle against my virginal entrance, he worked it back and forth until it slid it effortlessly into the warmth inside.
I could feel my vagina stretch as it attempted to engulf the odd shaped handle. My muscled quivered and contracted. He leaned over and sucked on my pussy lips as the handle continued its travels deep inside me.
The start of my first light orgasm, began down at my toes, to my knees, and deep inside me. His slurping sound was much greater now as he drove me over the edge and my legs buckled in the wave after intense wave of pure emotion. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours.
As I finally spent myself, he stood up and I leaned over and kissed him, tasting some of my own juices that had flowed over his mouth.
I reached down with my free hand and pulled his pants down, which freed his penis to stand straight out.
I dropped to my knees and bringing my lips to the tip of his cock, kissed the pulsating penis and then gently lifted his sack below, as if measuring them for weight. It was still a new experience to see his mature hard throbbing penis.
Tickling his balls and the pubic hair that surrounded them, I then drew his cock into my mouth as if I was sucking through a straw.
Taking as much of Mike's penis deep into my mouth as I could,
I swirled my tongue around the crown of his warm flesh. While my one hand continued to tickle his balls, my other formed around the base of his cock and began stroking him gently.
I gave him my total attention as I looked down my nose and saw the massive cock, sliding into my mouth. The view of his penis flowing in and out, caused my vagina to contract again.
I felt that by giving myself to him totally, nothing else mattered more than fulfilling his desires at that moment.
There are many different forms of love. One loved their parents, yet loved brothers and sisters in a complete different way. It was still love. This was another form of love and could only be shared by the two of them. The Secret that they must always carry hidden deep inside themselves, was as it should be. It was a private feeling. One that chance had allowed them to have. We didn't love each other as husband and wife would… that would require marriage, this was a special love in its own right.
If just a rumor of this got out that Mike had even touched some one of my young age, his entire life would come to an end.
If he was not killed in prison, the people of the backwards town that they lived in would shun him forever. His living depended on those townspeople. If anything happened to him, then he could no longer provide for his family. They would be torn apart, but most of all, the trust we had in each other would be broken.
If I had ever felt that he had crossed over that fine line that we had established, Mike said that he hoped that I would come to him and discuss the matter openly.