Thumper's Friend Part 1 (15 page)

     
“You like to do it with boys?”

     
She nodded again.
 
“I’ve done it lots of times.
 
I even did it with Mr. Franklin, my Dad’s best friend.
 
I let him touch me.
 
He touched me here.”
 
She touched her tits.
 
“And here.”
 
She touched her crotch.
 
“He had his hands all over my ass.
 
I even let him put his hand up my shirt.
 
Then we did it.”
 
Kiva
sighed.
 
“I’d let you put your hands in my pants if you wanted.”

     
Scott went around the counter to her side.
 
With his foot, he moved her stool out so she was facing him.
 
Scott took the glass from
Kiva’s
hand.
 
She watched him with amusement.
 
He was smiling at her.

     
“What?” she said.

     
“Your Mom didn’t bring me over here.
 
Casey’s Mom did.”

     
Kiva
looked bewildered.
 
Then her eyes widened.
 
“No way.”
 
Scott nodded, still smiling.
 
“You did it with Casey’s mom, too?”

     
“Yes.”

     
“You’re pretty cool,” she said.

     
He put his hands on her waist, leaned forward and kissed her deeply.
 
She opened her mouth and let his tongue enter.
 
She instinctively twirled her tongue around his.
 
Their jaws moved like they were trying to eat each other.
 
Kiva
moaned.
 
Her small hand came up and caressed his cheek.
 
Her head tilted to one side, then the other.
 
When his hand moved up her side and over her heaving breast, she had no objection.
 
When he put his hands between her knees and spread her thighs and moved between them she didn’t try to stop him.
 
When he pulled her tank top out of her skirt, lifted the bottom of her tank up and squeezed her bare tit, she moaned and kissed him harder.

     
Scott pulled
Kiva’s
feet off the rungs of the stool and made her put them around his legs.
 
His hands closed around both of her tits and his thumbs rubbed the tips of her nipples.
 
Kiva’s
back arched in and she moaned again.
 
His hands went down her sides to her ass and he scooted her forward to the edge of the stool.
 
Kiva
gasped.
 
Her short skirt pushed up over her hips, exposing her sexy panties.
 
He rubbed the ridge of his cock along the crotch of her panties.

     
“Are you going to do it with me?”
Kiva
whispered.

     
“Yes.”

     
He noticed she was glancing at his groin.
 
His cock was hard as a rock down the leg of his pants.
 
He knew she could see it.
 
Her curiosity made her want to see it more, like the curiosity of wanting to look at a person who is deformed in some way.
 
She took her hand off her knee and put it over the huge lump in his jeans.

     
“Oh my God,”
Kiva
said.
 
“Mr. Franklin’s wasn’t this big.”
 
Scott watched her hand rub up and down the ridge.
 
It felt fantastic.

     
“Take it out,” he said.
 
Her fingers unzipped his fly.
 
She was breathing hard.
 
She had not bothered to push her tank top back down over her tits.
 
Her nipples had become hard again and her tits jiggled with her motions.

     
Her hand reached in the fly and pulled out his cock.
 
She gasped when she touched it and struggled to get it out.
 
“It’s beautiful,”
Kiva
exclaimed as she slowly stroked it.
 
She had a light, delicate grip, as if she was holding valuable china.
 
Her mouth opened and her tongue licked her lips, absently.
 
Scott let her stroke it for a few minutes,
then
put his hand under her chin.

     
“Let’s go up to your room,” he said.

     
“Ok.”
 
She jumped up off the stool.
 
Her skirt fell back into place over her hips and she pulled the tank top down over her tits.
 
Scott quickly got his cock back into his pants and followed her up the stairs to her room.
 
She stood in the middle of her room, looking at him.
 
He put his arms around her and kissed her.
 
He pulled her skirt up and rubbed her firm ass.
 
She parted her knees around his leg and ground her crotch on his thigh.

     
“Sit down there,” she whispered, pointing to a chair by her dresser.

     
Scott sat in the cushioned chair by the dresser.
 
Kiva
stood in the middle of her room and began to undress.
 
First, she pushed her short skirt off, revealing the skimpy panties she wore beneath with the wet spot in the crotch.
 
She let him look at her long, coltish legs and turned so he could see her taut, girlish little ass.
 
She bent forward and slipped her panties off, giving him
a brief glimpse of the moist, pink lips
her fine, dark hair couldn’t hide.

     
Scott had a huge, stiff erection bulging in his jeans, strong enough to rip the fabric open.
 
He rubbed it with his hand.
 
He was deeply involved in her actions as if she was a stripper doing a silent table dance just for him.
 
She slid the skimpy tank top off over her head and shook her hair out.
 
Her erect nipples were a light pink dab on the ends of her tits.

     
He was very pleased with her performance.
 
Kiva
didn’t seem to mind parading nude before him, like she was doing her chores in the privacy of her own home.
 
She stopped and looked at the bulge in his pants.
 
She smiled seductively, and it was very convincing, even from a girl of such a tender age.
 
Her left hand touched her thigh and moved toward her pussy.
 
She sighed.

     
“Do you want to do it on top of me? Or do you want me to do it on top?”

     
“I want you to suck me, first.”
 
He opened his pants again and pushed them down.
 
“Get down on your knees,” Scott instructed.

     
Almost with a purring sound,
Kiva
lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled toward him like a cat, her eyes gazing longingly at his cock.
 
Her round, upraised, naked ass swung slowly side to side, distracting him.
 
She licked her lips as if anticipating her next meal.

     
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there, like they’re tied.”

     
She straightened up on her knees and crossed her wrists behind her back like she had been bound as his slave.
 
She bit her lower lip.
 
She was squirming anxiously.
 
Scott spread his legs wide.
 
Kiva
moved directly between them.

     
Scott was holding his cock around the shaft near the base, gently pumping.

     
“When I cum, I want you to keep sucking me until I’m hard again.
 
Ok?”

     
“Ok,”
Kiva
said.
 
Her dark eyes looked very innocent and demure.

     
“Stick your tongue out,” Scott said.

     
He was so anxious he was squirming.
 
Kiva
opened her mouth and stuck out the end of her tongue.
 
Scott lowered the fat head of his cock to the tip of her tongue.
 
She let it rest there for a moment while she looked up into his eyes.
 
He could feel her warm, heavy breath on his sensitive skin.
 
She started licking the underside of the head, teasing it.
 
Then she closed her pouty lips around the head and sucked it into her mouth.

     
He was surprised how deep she took his cock, all the way to the soft skin at the back of her mouth.
 
Casey might have been naive and inexperienced, but her friend was a virtual expert.
 
Her technique was as graceful and arousing as her mother’s.
 
He was probably one of the few men in the world who knew how they both used their tongues the same way.
 
Did they know they did this? Did
Kiva
learn it from her mother or was it a coincidence? Maybe it was inherited.

     
Kiva
moved her head back, leaving the head between her full lips like an ice cream cone, and sucked it to the back of her mouth once more.
 
She kept her hands behind her back, never using them for leverage, even when it seemed like she would lose her balance.
 
She was already covered with sweat.
 
Her salacious mouth moved back and forth on his cock, covering it with saliva.
 
Scott had to hold the sides of the chair to keep
himself
from falling over.
 
His eyes rolled back in his head.
 
He was moaning deeply.
 
His cock strained to explode on her tongue.

     
She slid her lips down the shaft, brushing the thick vein on the underside with her tongue.
 
The head touched the back of her mouth and she gagged, but she didn’t yank it out.
 
Instead, she pressed her head down firmer.

     
“Swallow it,” Scott whispered.

     
She backed off, sucking the head over her tongue.
 
She appeared to be gathering herself.
 
Apparently, she knew what he meant and she was going to do it.
 
This was probably an indication that she had probably done it many times before.
 
This young girl had many secrets to reveal.
 
How much more would he learn when he got her on the bed?

     
She worked her mouth down over his cock once more.
 
The head pressed against the opening to her throat, gagging her terribly, but she persisted.
 
Scott thought he was going to die from pleasure.
 
The sensation of her mouth alone was enough to blow his mind.
 
Now she was forcing it down her throat, all without using her hands.

     
She was struggling to get past the gagging.
 
Her face was flushed and droplets of sweat ran down her cheeks.
 
Finally she swallowed the head and the rest of his cock easily followed.
 
Her puffy lips looked so sexy around it.
 
The thick shaft spread her jaws wide.
 
She swallowed it all the way to the base of her shaft and her nose was pressed against his hard belly.
 
She pulled it out of her throat, sucked on the head, took a deep breath, and went down on it again.

Neither of them heard the car in the driveway.
 
Nor did they hear the side door open.
 
Kiva’s
mother set the bag of groceries down on the counter and set her purse beside it.
 
She listened for a moment but couldn’t hear anything.
 
Kiva
was supposed to be here.
 
What could she be doing? She decided to go up to
Kiva’s
room to check.