"Lisa_s Awakening" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harrison Kevin)

Chapter 3

Paul spent the rest of the day in something like a state of shock. He felt guilty and embarrassed about what he had done with Lisa, but be also felt extremely aroused by the little girl, and he knew nothing could prevent him from seeing her again.

He forced himself to work on some trivial but time-consuming calculations for the computer program until dinner. He went out for supper and had several drinks and returned home to a fitful night's sleep. Re was conscious in the morning of having had many erotic dreams featuring the little girl across the courtyard.

Paul rose early, but couldn't bring himself to eat more than orange juice and coffee for breakfast. He carried the coffee pot and mug to his desk and stared moodily out the window at the empty pool. Finally, around nine, a man he had seen once or twice before came out the back door of Lisa's apartment and crossed the courtyard to the garage. He was blond and round-faced, and Paul recognized him immediately as being Lisa's father. Paul experienced a moment of irrational fear that the man would see him, and only with difficulty did he restrain himself from ducking below the desk. Of course, Lisa's father never glanced towards Paul's window.

Paul never consciously decided to go over to Lisa's house. It was as if someone else had taken his body into the bedroom and dressed it in cotton slacks and a T-shirt. Who commanded his feet to walk across the court, around the pool, stopping at her back door? Who pressed the doorbell?

Lisa answered the door in her nightgown, but she seemed genuinely glad to see him.

"Hi!" she greeted. "You must be up early today! My daddy just left for work!"

"Good morning!" Paul said. Suddenly he felt very strange. He looked at the little girl… she seemed like a perfect stranger, and he Wondered what he was doing there, as if he had sleep-walked.

But little Lisa didn't feel at all ill at ease. She came up to Paul and put her thin arms around-his neck for a kiss, and he bent over to her without thinking. He was aware how much taller he was. Then he felt his arms encircling her warm, soft body and his body was flooded with feelings from his mostly forgotten erotic dreams of the previous night.

He pressed her to him and eagerly sought her lips. Her mouth parted for him and his tongue slowly penetrated her wet pink lips. Her little body pressed against him. She was wearing a thin cotton gown, very short, and her little nipples pressed into him. His hand trailed down her back, over her round asscheeks, and under her gown. He ascertained she was wearing bikini panties of very thin Cotton, and he stroked the crack of her ass through the cotton.

"I was sorry you left. But I wasn't mad!"

"Good! She kissed him again. "I was just gonna have some orange juice. You want some?"

"I'd love some!" Paul laughed.

"Sit down, "she invited seriously.

Paul sat down at the dinette table and watched Lisa preparing frozen orange juice. Her thin flannel gown was baby-pink, and he soon observed that her cotton panties were the same color. She danced around the kitchen barefoot, and every half-minute she found some task requiring her to reach high or bend low, so Paul had plenty of opportunities to study her perfectly rounded little ass under thin panties.

She turned serious eyes on him and said, "I could warm up some of the coffee from breakfast if you'd like some."

The eagerness in her voice suddenly made Paul realize she was playing a part with him. A part learned from thousands hours of watching domestic scenes on television and movie screens. She was playing a half-real, half-fantasy game of "house" with him, and she was offering him coffee as if they were lovers meeting in the kitchen set of a soap opera.

"I'd love some," Paul said, and he felt his sexual arousal growing as he watched the beautiful little blond girl pouring coffee.

She gave him his cup and sat down next to him, crossing one ankle over the other knee and exposing the crotch of her pink panties. The elastic leg-holes were decorated with little lace flowers. He waited to see if her next statement would be more borrowed soap opera dialogue, but she surprised him by starting to talk immediately about sex again.

"Paul, ya know, yesterday when you were playing with my pussy?"

"Yes?"

Well, ya know, I got really wet down there! I had to change my panties when I got home Is that the way it's 'sposed to be?"

Paul chuckled. "It sure is, baby! That's what's supposed to happen when you get turned on!"

"OH!" Lisa looked relieved. "Does that happen to all girls when you play with their pussy?"

"That's right." Paul answered. "It's like when a man gets a bard-on. A man's cock gets big and hard, and a woman's pussy gets wet and juicy. It's to make it easier to fuck. The girl's cunt gets all juicy and slippery so the man's cock can slide into it without hurting her." Sexual excitement thrilled through Paul's body while he talked about sex to the little girl.

"Oh!" she said again. She thought for a moment, and then asked, "Paul, did you have a hard-on yesterday when we were kissing?"

"Yes, I did!" Paul admitted.

Lisa giggled with sexual energy. "I want you to kiss me some more!" she said. Then, remembering her role in the game she was half-playing she stood up and said with mock seriousness, "Let me show you the rest of the house."

She held her hand out to him. He took it, and she led him straight to the bedroom. Lisa stretched out on her bed and invited Paul to join her.

"I want you to kiss me, and touch me, and make me feel good again!" the little whispered to him.

Paul kissed her, his tongue lingering in her pink little mouth. His hands caressed her back and shoulders.

"I can make your little pussy get wet without even touching it!" Pal whispered.

"How?" Lisa asked.

"First of all, by feeling your breasts," he answered. His hand moved around to the front of her body, and he started caressing the soft, firm mounds of her budding breasts. "Does that feel good?"

"Oh, yes, it does!" she said, giggling. She had known there was something "dirty" about breasts, and now she understood why as Paul's fondling filled her young body with pleasure. "Oh, do it some more! It feels so good!"

Paul stroked and gently pinched her little breasts saving the nipples for last, until, she was squirming with joy. Then he used both hands and tenderly pinched both her little nipples, applying gentle pressure until her little nipples were erect as thumbs.

"Oh, I never knew my breasts could feel so good!" she cooed. "My nipples feel all tickly when you do that! Do it some more!"

Paul tugged her little nightgown up almost to her shoulders and fondled her naked breasts. The little mounds of flesh were hardly developed at all, but the nipples were more mature, more like a young woman's.

They were a deep rose-pink, in contrast to the Ivory pink of her soft skin Paul rolled the stiffened nipples between his fingers until Lisa was squirming with pleasure.

"Oh, that feels so good, Paul!" she moaned. "It makes me shiver all over when you play with my nipples like that!"

Paul decided he wanted to kiss them. He started working his way down her neck. He rolled her over on her back and kissed his way down between her little breasts.

"Oh, your lips are so soft and warm!" Lisa giggled.

Paul kissed and licked his way around the gentle mound of her right breast. He loved the smell of her clean little girl's flesh, and the feel of her soft skin under his lips. He could feel his cock swelling with passion. He stuck his tongue out and licked all around her tit, not touching the nipple until last.

"Your little tits are so pretty!" he said "I love kissing them! And now I'm gonna kiss and lick and suck your nipples!"

Lisa lay squirming on the bed while Paul started mouthing her nipples. Her young body was thrilling with new sensations, her heart pounded as the tip of Paul's tongue laved her swelling nipple. She giggled nervously as a new wave of pleasure swept through her.

Paul swirled his tongue around her right nipple until it was glistening, quivering with pleasure. Then he moved over and did the same thing to the left one, until they were both pulsating with sexual excitement.

"That makes my little nipples so hard!" Lisa gasped. "I love it! It tickles so hard!"

Paul moved back to the right nipple. He sucked it gently into his mouth and bathed it with his lips and tongue.

"Oh. Paul! You're sucking my tit! You're sucking my nipple, Paul, and it feels so good!"

Opening his jaws, Paul got his lips around as much of her tit as be could. He sucked almost the whole little breast into his mouth, lapping the stiff nipple with his tongue. Lisa twitched with sexual joy.

"Oh, suck me! Suck me! Suck my nipple, Paul! Now suck the other one!"

Paul moved over to her left tit and repeated the action. Continuing to caress her right breast with he fingers, he sucked her left into his mouth and loved it with his tongue while gently sucking on it. Lisa loved it!

"Oh, suck me! Suck my nipples, Paul! You make my breasts feel so good!" Lisa panted.

He sucked her nipples until her whole body was quivering with passion. Then he whispered in her ear.

"Do you remember what I told you? That I could make your pussy get juicy without even touching it?"

"I remember!" Lisa moaned.

Paul slid his hand-down her belly until he touched the top of her panties. He moved his fingertips lightly over the immature mound of her pussy. He could feel her body quivering through the thin cotton panties.

"Do you think your pussy is juicy yet?" he asked.

"Oh, I think it is! Lisa gasped. "Paul, it makes my pussy tickle when you suck my nipples! Did you know that?"

"That's right!" Paul said. "There's a nerve or something like that running straight from a girl's pussy to her tits!"

"Oh, hurry up and touch my pussy, Paul!" Lisa giggled. "I really want you to! It feels tickly down there!"

Lisa opened her lovely thighs, and Paul's hand slipped over her pussy. He could tell at first touch he had been true to his promise to make her get juicy! It was so wet between her legs already that the crotch of her panties slid like they were oiled. He pressed his finger gently over-her clit and rubbed softly.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Touch my pussy! Play with my cunt, Paul!" Lisa said. Her little body trembled as Paul's finger caressed her throbbing slit.

Lisa closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the powerful new sensations. She had hardly been aware of the area between her legs until now, and suddenly it seemed as though every nerve in her body was connected either to her pussy or to her breasts.

Her little belly contracting with pleasure spasms, Lisa squirmed on the bed and let Paul touch her wherever he wanted to. He tweaked her clitty, for a while, and then moved his probing fingertip down to her virgin slit. Her pussy juices made the soft cotton panties cling to her like a second skin, and he could feel her cunt almost as though it was naked.

"Oh, Lisa! Lisa!" Paul moaned. His hand exploring between her thighs, he pressed his lips to her left nipple. He could feel his stiff cock straining against his slacks, his balls tightening with pleasure. He made himself forget everything except the physical pleasure of his body, and the body of the slim twelve year old virginal girl next to him.

I'm sucking this child's nipples and caressing her little cunt with my hand! he told himself.

"I want to take your gown off," he said. She lifted her body for a moment so he could slip the thin garment over her bead and shoulders.

Shall I take her panties off, too? he asked himself. He was sure she would let him do it if he wanted to. But then he realized there was something exciting about the little girl in her pink cotton bikini panties, and he decided to wait for a while before treating himself to her naked young cunt. He settled back down beside her and put his hand back between her lovely thighs. Lisa put her arms around his neck and eagerly spread her legs for him.

"You're touching my cunt!" Lisa whispered. She was discovering that her excitement increased when she said dirty things to Paul while he was feeling her. "You're feeling my cunt! My cunt is getting all drippy from your feeling it! I like it when you rub my cunt and my… my… what's that word for the place in my slit where it feels so good when you feel me there?"

"Your clit," Paul told her.

"Clit or clitty. Short for clitoris." she said.

Paul caressed the little girl's crotch from her asshole to the top of her slit. He was trembling with passion.

"Do you want to put your hand on my cock?" he whispered.

"Oh, I don't know! I might be scared!" Lisa giggled.

Paul caught one of her hands in his and guided it to his crotch. His trousers were thin, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and he pressed Lisa's fingers to his throbbing prick.

"Oh, is that it?" she squealed. "It feels so big! What do you want me to do with it?"

"Like this!" Paul showed her how to grasp the swollen knob and squeeze it gently with a pulsating pressure. When he was satisfied that she knew how to caress him, he put his hand back on her panties and resumed stroking her little cunt.

Her panties were soaked through the crotch with her passion fluids. Paul slipped one finger inside the leg-hole and touched her naked sexual flesh for the first time. A lightning-like thrill of excitement flashed through them both.

"Oh, Paul! Your finger is on my naked pussy!" she gasped. "You're inside my panties, touching my cunt!"

Paul let his finger move directly to her slit. The Inner lips of her vagina were swollen with passion, and the inside of her wet pussy was the softest thing Paul had ever touched. Lisa writhed with passion when she felt his fingertip slip between the lips of her slit.

"Oh! Ah! Oooohhh!" the little girl moaned.

Paul twitched his fingertip, stirring the dripping mouth of the child's virgin twat. Lisa squirmed and trembled.

"Oh, you're tickling my cunt! It feels so strange and good! I feel like I'm on a roller-coaster, and I'm peeing at the same time!" she gasped.

Paul stopped fingering her and took his hand-to the top of her panties.

"I'm gonna slide my whole band down the front of your panties so I can play with your cunt better," he explained.

His fingers slipped under the elastic band and he was stroking her naked pubic hair. It was very thin and downy, and it didn't grow very far up her pussy mound. He continued on down until his fingers found wet, trembling flesh.

"My cunt!" Lisa whispered. "You're feeling my naked cunt!"

Paul laid his middle finger down her crack so it covered her clit and the tip was right between the inner lips of her slit. He started rubbing back and forth, stimulating both her clit and cunt at the same time.

"Oh, cunt! Oh, cunt!" she babbled. "Oh, cunt! Cock! Shit! Piss! Fuck! Cunt! Cock! Fuck!"

She wasn't neglecting his cock either. Her little fingers kept up the steady gentle pressure on the swollen red tip, through the thin slacks, and Paul's crotch was churning with pleasure.

"I'm gonna make you come today, little girl!" Paul whispered. "I'm gonna stroke your little cunt until you have an orgasm in my hand!"

Her little slit was bubbling with froth, and Paul smeared some up on her clit. His finger twitched back and forth, faster and faster. Lisa's little clit was swollen with sexual excitement, and it radiated with electrical pleasure.

"Oh! Oh, shitty fucking cunt-cock!" Lisa panted. "It tickles so hard! It feels so good! Oh, Paul, it feels so good I'm scared!"

"Relax!" he whispered. "Just relax and concentrate on the good feelings!"

His finger slid back and forth across her erect little clit, stirring her slit-lips with the fingertip. Lisa was squirming and shivering, and her pretty blond head rolled from side to side, eyes half-closed and glazed with pleasure.

"Oh! OOOOOoohhhh!" she moaned. "Feels so good! Cunt feels good! Oohh! Oh, Paul!"

She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, jerking and moaning with-pleasure.

Paul could feel her orgasm coming through her trembling limbs. Her belly muscles knotted under his arm. His hand massaged her throbbing clit, and her virgin slit bubbled with joy juice.

"Ooohh! Aaahh! ooohh, fuck! Aoh, Paul! Ah! Oh! Oh, Paul! Ah! Au! A-a-h-h! Oh, Lisa was on the verge of orgasm when the telephone started ringing.

Paul's heart leaped into his throat, and he jerked involuntarily to his feet, his head reeling. Lisa gasped, shuddering. She stood still for a moment staring at Paul with gaping eyes as the phone bell pounded in their-heads.

Paul stared down at the little girl on the bed. Her long blond hair was tangled on the pillow. Her half-grown breasts trembled as she breathed, the red nipples swollen with passion. Her slender belly was knotted, and her little panties were pushed halfway down her slim hips, showing the top of her cream-colored pubic hair. A dark spot in the crotch showed where the love-juice had soaked through.

The telephone kept on ringing.

Lisa leaped out of bed, grabbed a terrycloth robe, and ran for the kitchen phone.

"H-hello?" she gasped. "Oh, h-hi, Daddy! No I'm fine! I… I was out in the pool and I heard the phone ringing!"

Paul still stood by the bed, staring at the place Where the little girl bad lain. He looked down at his own body-his hard-on was pressing against his pants, and a spot of moisture stains the material near the tip of his cock. He could still feel Lisa's fingertips pulsating around the swollen knob.

"Oh, you're gonna be home early? Ooohh, goody! What are we gonna do? Ooohh goody-goody! Oh, hurry home, Daddy!"

Paul took a deep breath and forced himself to walk out of the apartment. He did not look at Lisa as he left. It took great effort not to run across the courtyard to his own door.

Back inside his own kitchen, Paul allowed himself to sink into a chair. A thousand turbulent emotions surged through him.

"Jesus Christ!" he exploded. "Paul Evans, what the fuck do you think you're doing? What if that little girl's father had come home early without calling? Where would you be right now?"

He realized his whole body was shacking. He stumbled to the cabinet where he kept his liquor supply and poured himself a hefty amount of scotch, drinking it off with trembling hands. Then he went into the living room and sat at the desk. His glance fell out the window to the pool, to Lisa's back door. He got up and pulled the shade across the window over the desk.

This was a warning, he told himself. Let it be a warning. Don't let this happen again. Leave her alone. Don't even think about her. Get to work! Finish those calculations.

He turned on the light over the desk and tried to work. But his mind refused to forget the creamy feel of her little cunt, the excitement of her trembling little clit as it swelled with pleasure. Nor would his cock forget her touch. It stayed hard as a rock, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his task at hand.