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When we got home, I showed her around my house and asked her if she wanted a drink. I offered her anything I had. Anything at all.
We wound up standing in the kitchen, each with a rocks glass of Dark Honey on ice and a beer. We spoke of the last four days and what they meant. I told her what I heard her say that morning during our walk was that if we take our drinks upstairs, she would be home here. THIS would be her home. She would be mine and it would be forever. She nodded and we fell into a kiss that ended in my bedroom.
“Patty, I always have fantasy about the older woman. Would you be my older woman and take me and keep me as your own?”
“Gloria, I’ve always had a fantasy about a young girl. Would you be the little girl that will give herself to me and be mine and only mine? Forever?”
“I think Patty says ‘yes’. Gloria is most certainly telling Patty ‘yes’.” She giggled yet again, making my chest ache.
I made love for the first time that day. I knew it as soon as it happened. I made love for the first several times that day, actually. I undressed Gloria myself, peeling each of her four pieces of clothing off her, the last being rather utilitarian undies, pulling them gently over her heels, then I removed her high heels. She looked like she had a penchant for them as well, the high heels, but maybe not the finances to support her habit. That problem ended and was solved today. I was impressed with what lie before me. Her figure, her breasts, her shoulders, her neck, her legs, tummy, hips, all of her. She was beautiful.
Again, I didn’t want any accidents, so I removed her shoes, looking inside them for a clue. Finding it, I smiled, then I removed mine. I then laid my lips on hers and started to undress myself. As I kissed her beautiful, soft, supple lips, I unbuttoned and removed my blouse. My bra was next, and it was a front close, so I never lost contact with her left nipple as I undid the catch and removed it. It took some contortion on my part, but I was able to pull it off. Literally. My skirt came off then as I sucked and lightly chewed on the right nipple, slipping the skirt off over my thighs and lifting each knee to pull it completely off. Last were my panties, little lace boy shorts I like because they are so smooth under lightweight fabric fashions. I took her little pricklette, not even four inches long or an inch wide, even as all this was happening to her, in my mouth and sucked on it like a popsicle. This was not a common activity for her, I could tell by her startled look, which made me happy. I wanted her to feel me doing this to her and remember me loving her, giving her exactly what she asked me to do. Only me.
She didn’t get any harder or any longer or any bigger around. It was indeed about the size of a regular little hotdog, small, thin, not very long, and more than perfectly shaped. Textbook shaped. I was happy she was circumcised as that is a preference for me, but it wouldn’t have mattered. I would have treated that little thing like my own private little binky regardless. She had so little pubic hair, it was cute. Short light-colored wisps, and that was it. I licked around the base of her tiny erection, then reached out with my tongue and licked from her perineum, under her little testicles, up over them and up to the tip of her baby cock. I twirled my tongue around the little head and heard her moan and her hips lurch up. As soon as she did that, I took it back in my mouth and sucked until her orgasm was complete. She pulsed 5 or 6 times and I could feel and taste her semen as it came out on my tongue. It did not shoot. It dribbled.
Once she regained her breath, she asked me to show her what to do. She wanted to make love to me too and had no real idea how to do that. This was going to be so easy. My very own custom-made love doll.
“Baby doll, everything I just did for you, you can do for me and I will enjoy it just as much. Men and women aren’t that much different. They want love, they want the touching, the feel of a warm mouth and lips and tongue on the parts of them that feel good to their own touch. Play. I can direct you if I need to. Do you know what a clitoris is?” She nodded.
“Show me?” she said meekly. Just because she knew what it was didn’t mean she knew how to find one. Just her admitting that made me feel I had done nothing other than the right thing for us both.
I gently pulled my lips apart and touched the area at the top with my index finger. It was a bit engorged due to our activities and felt very sensitive. “That is my clit. See the little pinkish white nubbin? It is just like your little penis, but smaller. Like yours, it gets a little bigger when it’s played with. It’s very sensitive, but if you lick or suck on it gently, you will make Miss Patty a happy, happy lady.”
No more needed to be said. She was on me like ... I don’t know, white on rice? But she gently, as warned, bit, chewed, sucked, licked and fondled me to two orgasms before I had to ask her to slow down.
Next, I showed her my G-Spot, having her take her two middle fingers all the way in and curl up. Her fingers were just long enough to get to some of it. As I showed her how to lightly stroke it, in between catches of breath, I asked her if she’d ever used anything in her rectum. In her bottom.
She shook her head and then said, “When I am little, rubber bottle of water and a hose. Like that?”
“That will come, baby doll, that will come later. Anything like a stick or a hairbrush handle or your fingers?” She shook her head again. “You are going to have so much fun. You have something very similar inside your bottom, and I’m going to show you someday soon. Is your uncle going to fight with me to keep you?”
“No. He knows I am thinking I might really, really be in love you and he told me to have good luck with that, as the love, it is the most magic of all the feelings in the world.”
“Up until now, pumpkin, I would have called bullshit, but holding you in my arms, I think he’s on to something. If you are mine, I want to ask you for a favor.” She nodded. “I want to find out if your semen is good and it has sperm in it, and if they are OK.”
“I understand. You want to have our baby.”
“I do. Is that OK with you?” She nodded. “Are you sure? Really, really sure?” She smiled and nodded again. She pushed me back on the bed and with her fingers up inside my vagina, lifted her fingertips up and lightly rubbed the rough spot on the front wall, just behind my clitoris. Then she surprised me by going down to suck on my clit at the same time. Her fingers must’ve gotten tired, so she turned them sideways and when the side of her finger where the skin is next to the fingernail scratched across the rippled, textured surface, I exploded and literally came liquid gangbusters onto her face. I don’t remember EVER doing that before. It was a tremendously strong, physically encompassing feeling and was just as calming afterwards. I pulled her up my chest and kissed her, licking some of it off her face. She laughed. I kissed her again. Like I meant it. She stopped laughing and fell deeply into the kiss.
“Come with me, little one. Let’s take a shower together. I want to show you something.” We washed each other’s hair, something, I couldn’t believe I’d never done before. Having her wash my hair was enlightening. A truly intimate feeling. Before my princess Gloria, I had missed a lot. I hope to make up for lost time.
“I like your shampoo the smell. That feels so good, Patty. I love this. I love you. I do. Am I really home, Patty? Here?”
“Yes, little one, you are home. Here. With me.” I rinsed her hair and washed her body with a poof and some Dove liquid. She liked that, too. She liked what I did next even more.
With a bit of the Dove on my middle finger, I gently invaded her anus and worked my finger up to where I could feel the little knot. I rubbed it with the back of my fingernail and as soon as I felt her move, I put my other hand in front and held her little penis in my palm. She wasn’t even firm at that point and her little prick was only an inch long and way less than that wide. She came into my palm. That quick. I licked it off my palm, took her face in my hand, thumb on one cheek and fingers on the other, turned her to me and kissed her deeply, tongue and all, sharing what I had taken from her orgasm. She groaned and started to go limp. I was actually holding her up by her bottom from the back and under one arm from the front. She held me and started crying.
I turned the shower off and with a towel around her, drying her off a bit, I had her sit on the bed and wait for me. I got a towel for her hair and went back and finished up quickly, dried and sat next to her. I lifted her chin with my finger to pull her face up. I wiped her tears with my thumbs and asked her, “Are those tears of joy?” she nodded. “Good. I thought I had hurt you.”
She shook her head. “No, it did not hurt. The elephant came back and when you held me, I just want to be inside you. To have you take me into you. I can’t explain, but these are not tears of anything bad or wrong. They are tears of a very happy little girl. Very happy. I love you, Patty.”
“And I love you, little one. Let’s go fix something to eat.” I threw her an oversized t-shirt, really oversized on her, and we brushed our hair. She finished mine, and I can say that’s something else I will enjoy. Brushing her hair and having her brush mine.
Looking at us in the mirror and seeing the contrast was mildly amusing. She was small, maybe five-three and an hourglass figure. I was taller at five-seven and wasn’t as thin waisted. I was by no means thick. My twenty-five-inch waist matched well with the thirty-fives above and below, so I was well within the OK range, from what I’ve seen in men’s magazines and heard in conversations about such things.
She, however, was an hourglass in motion. If she weighed one-ten or was thicker at the waist than twenty or twenty-one inches, I’d be highly surprised. I was only at one-forty, and could tell she was certainly much, much lighter. And beautiful. And she knew how to warm tomato soup the right way while I put together some grilled cheese sandwiches. I told her we were going to go to the Roadhouse for dinner, if we made it out of bed. That got her laughing.
We sat at the table, me dipping my sandwich in the soup and eating it. She thought that was novel and tried it. Another convert. I asked her if I could be serious with her. Dead serious.
“Yes, of course, Patty. I have given myself to you, and I know things will be changing much for me, and for you. We need to talk. I know.”
“I need you to take time off or quit working at the store. I have things we need to do if you will still agree to our talks about a child for us. You understand that, right?”
“I do. Please let me get time off. I do not want to burn the bridge I may need to cross. Patty, I still will have the fear. What if you decide not me? What if the baby cannot be? Are you sure of me?”
“Please trust this, baby doll, that bridge will not be needed, but you are in charge of you. I would like you to take a couple days, and let them know it will be longer later, as we need some medical advice. Tell them what you want, but there will be some time needed.”
“You will always be there with me, please Patty? I am not good with doctors and nurses and hospitals. Many, many bad times and...”
“Always, doll. Always. From this morning forward, your happiness is mine. Your fears are mine. Your tears are mine. OK?”
She nodded, let me wipe a tear away with my napkin, smiled at me, and we finished lunch.
I taught her the womanly art of tribbing that afternoon. There was one plus she brought to the equation, and it was a definite plus. Having that little cocklette in me while we rubbed our groins together was so much more exciting than I’ve ever felt. It may not have been her little erection. It may have been that it was her. I remember doing it with a lady, both of us with butt plugs in our pussies, so I may have figured it out. It was probably that I was doing it with her. My Gloria. It went on for an hour, three and more likely four orgasms for yours truly, and two more for her. I was not on birth control and saw no need to worry about it. There was some apprehension about the health of her sperm, but we’d know soon enough if we even had an issue.
As we laid there, catching our breath, Gloria asked me to let her work until her time off could be scheduled and not be a problem for anyone else’s schedule.
“Why not just call in sick, then?”
“Patty, you know I am not sick. Quite opposite. That would be wrong. Are you teasing me?”
“No. Not really, but you just gave me another reason to love you, keep you, and never let you go.” We made out for a few minutes, then showered again. She had the same reaction as last time. I’m glad she enjoyed it. We shared what little semen she ejaculated, then finished up and dressed for dinner.
I had a dress that was probably best described as scandalously short on me, and I could only wear it to a couple of clubs in town without being asked to leave, but on her it was long enough and looked quite nice, if not still just a bit sexy. She was very long legged and more of a short torso. When I took her shoes off earlier in bed and saw the little eight with a circle around it, I was ecstatic. She might be able to wear some of mine, if not most of them. I found her some blue pumps to go with the dress, had her put some of her things in the matching clutch, then got dressed myself.
I wore a longer shirtdress so that I could wear stockings. I just felt the naughty need that evening, since I was going out with her and all. She asked if she should, but I told her that her legs were just fine, unless she really wanted to.
“Next time, maybe. I am dressed now. Thank you for making me look like the model in the magazine, Patty. I feel very special.”
“You look special, lover. You are a gorgeous little girl and I am so happy you’re mine. Proud to be yours, as well.” She smiled at me as I finished clipping the second welt to the open bottom of my Rago body briefer. Yes, yours truly was feeling a bit naughty that evening.
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