Her Secret Life

Chapter 2

Paul woke up at eight the following morning, feeling refreshed and ready to work. He showered and shaved and breakfasted quickly, and was at his desk before nine. He became immediately absorbed in his work, refusing to allow himself to even glance out the window toward the swimming pool.

Nevertheless, he was instantly aware when the little girl came out of her father's back door. Again he found himself incapable of taking his eyes off her lovely little body.

Instead of the yellow bikini, Lisa today was wearing a very short sun-dress of a thin knit material. There were big circles cut out under the arms, and the dress only came to the tops of her slender thighs. But it was clingy enough to show the gentle curve of her immature breasts.

Paul watched as Lisa dawdled for a moment by the pool. She leaned over and looked into the water, and her short dress inched up in the back, treating Paul to a glimpse of her white nylon panties stretched across the round cheeks of her ass. Then she turned around and walked straight up and knocked on Paul's veranda door.

Paul opened the door for her. "Come in, Lisa," he said. "How did you like Disneyland?"

"Oh. I loved it! I just loved it!" Lisa bubbled. They walked into the kitchen, Lisa bouncing with excitement as she told Paul about her adventures at the amusement park. "I made Daddy take me on all the scary rides, some of them twice! I just loved the jungle ride! Can I have some orange juice?"

Lisa sat on a stool while Paul went to the refrigerator and poured a glass of juices The stool was high, like a bar stool, and when Lisa put her bare heels on the rung, it brought her knees up and her skirt fell away, revealing her white bikini panties.

Paul handed her the orange juice, and sat down on a chair in front of her. He knew he had selected his position for the best view between the little girl's legs. She kept talking about the park, her animated little body squirming on the stool Paul tried not to stare where the white nylon stretched across her soft little sex place, but the white length of her open thighs kept pulling his eyes back to her crotch.

"This afternoon we're gonna go for a boat ride out on the ocean!" Lisa continued. "We're gonna try to catch some big fish! Maybe we'll catch one we can eat! Do you ever go fishing in the ocean?"

"Not very often," Paul admitted.

"How come you don't have to go to work?" she continued. "Do you work here at home?"

"Yes, I work right there, at the desk in the other room." Lisa hopped off the stool and ran into the living room, Paul following.

What's this?" she said leaning over the computer terminal.

Paul leaned over her, feeling the warmth from her little body. "It's a computer terminal," he said.

"That's a computer?" she asked.

"Not a whole computer. The computer is really big, and it's a long ways away, in another building. That terminal is connected to it, like with telephone wires."

"Oh." Lisa leaned over closer, and Paul moved closer behind her, until he could feel his upper thigh pressing against her round warm ass. "Well could we talk to it, if we wanted to?"

"We could, if we had anything to say." Paul reached around the little girl and flipped on the terminal switch. His arm brushed her bare shoulder, and he could feel her soft blond hair brush his face. It smelled clean and fresh.

"Say something to it!" Lisa squealed. She bounced up and down on her toes with excitement, and her round ass rubbed against Paul's thighs and his genitals. He was very much enjoying being so close to this little girl, and he wanted to prolong the contact.

"Okay. Watch the screen." Paul reached around her. His arm brushed against the swelling bud of her little breast, and she made no attempt to move away. Paul cradled his left arm loosely around her waist and typed out the standard address code.

The little television screen over the keyboard flashed snow for a second and then read-out: STANDING BY FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. PLEASE USE ENTRY KEY 779-BJ6.

"Wow!" the little girl said. "That's really neat!"

She leaned back and pressed her body against him, and then squirmed pleasurably, enjoying the animal physical contact. Hardly realizing what he was doing, Paul crouched slightly and opened his knees, so that the girl's soft round ass fitted perfectly into his crotch.

"Make it do some more!" she said.

Paul leaned forward to the keyboard again, using it as an excuse to hug the little girl's warm body close to him. He held her very close to him and typed out the instructions for the machine to read out his own entry catalogue. As he punched the address, he could feel his arm moving up and down over Lisa's young breasts.

Lights dance across the screen and then formed themselves to spell:

EVANS PAUL 2291 PACIFIC TERRACE #7 CONTRCT #22875-BN-8 ENTRY KEY 497-G4R

"Golly!" the little girl said. "That's really neat!"

She rubbed her young body against him in her excitement. He left his arm around her, feeling her breasts on his forearm. The mound of her tit swelled slightly, but her little nipple was almost as large as a woman's, and it was becoming erect from the casual friction of Paul's arm.

Lisa broke out of his embrace and skipped around the room. "Show me the rest of your house!" She said.

"There's not much more to see," he said "Just the bedroom."

He followed the little girl as she ran into the bedroom. She looked around once and then flopped on the bed. She pulled her bare feet up after her and raised her knees until Paul could see her round thighs all the way up to the bottom of her panties.

"How come you're not married?" she asked.

"I used to be," Paul answered. "But I got a divorce. Like your mommy and daddy." He sat down on the edge of the bed. Lisa moved her legs and her thighs parted, revealing the white crotch of her panties.

"Do you have a lot of girlfriends?" Lisa persisted.

"Not a lot. A few. Enough, I guess."

"Didn't you ‘n your wife have any kids?"

Paul shook his head. "Nope, we never got around to it. I guess it's best that way."

"Did you and your wife use birth control?" the little girl asked. The question was so unexpected that Paul broke out into a laugh.

"As a matter of fact, we did, but I think you're the first person who ever asked me that question! What do you know about birth control anyway?"

Lisa giggled and sat up on the bed. She crossed her legs and once again the leg-hole of her panties gaped just enough to show a thin strip of the pink flesh, lying next to the pussy. A tiny blond curl of downy pubic hair peeked out.

"I know it's what people use when they want to… you know, when they want, to do it, and they don't want to have babies!"

Paul could feel his heart hammering in his throat. He was amazed how it excited him just to be talking about sex with this beautiful little girl!

He decided to try to establish the limits of her knowledge and experience. What do you mean, ‘do it'?"

"Well, you know, doing it, ya know?" Like when a man and a woman do the baby-making thing, ya know?" Lisa's pretty face was slightly flushed with embarrassment, but the glow in her eyes revealed that she too was secretly excited by the turn the conversation had taken.

Without even thinking about it, Paul heard himself asking, "Do you ever do it? Have you ever done it with a boy?"

Lisa's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Oh, no! I'd be too scared!"

Paul pushed on. "Why would be scared?"

Lisa pouted and shrugged her shoulders. "Cause it's scary, ya know?"

Paul nodded. "I know. I was scared at first, too!"

Her eyes met his again. "Were you really?"

"Sure. Don't worry about it. Do you have any boyfriends?"

Lisa nodded. "One. His name is Roger. We go to school together. Sometimes he carries my books and I let him hold my hand."

"He holds your hand? Is that all?"

"Uh-huh. Once I let him kiss me."

"On the lips?"

"Yeah."

"Did he put his tongue inside your mouth?"

Lisa giggled. "No! That sounds… dirty!" She was still giggling.

"Didn't you ever like to do dirty things?" Paul asked.

Her face grew pouting and secretive. "I think about dirty things sometimes," she admitted.

"Like what?" Paul persisted.

Lisa squirmed with the exciting agony of her secret. Her little ass wiggled on the bed, her panties stretched still further, and for a brief second Paul thought he got a glimpse of folded pink ‘flesh nestled in shadowy blond curls.

"Tell me!" he bogged her.

"Well… once a couple of years ago I was at my friend Sheryl's house, ya know? And she has a little brother. He was about six or seven then, ya know?"

"Yeah? And what happened?"

Lisa giggled and squirmed, her pretty little face flushing with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

"Sheryl talked him into takin' his pants off!" she blurted, laughing and blushing. "We looked at his peter!" she added.

"Wow!" Paul said. "That must really have been exciting!" His head was swirling and his belly tingling.

What the fuck do I think I'm doing? Paul asked himself this little girl is only twelve years old, she's never even been properly kissed, and you're sitting with her, encouraging her to talk dirty, and getting a hard-on for her!

It was true! Talking to Lisa about sex, and watching her beautiful little body had made Paul so excited he could feel his cock stirring inside his pants. He tried to rearrange his legs so it wouldn't show.

I really should stop this right now, ho told himself. I really should tell her to go home so I can go back to work.

But instead, he heard himself saying, "Did you touch his peter?"

"No! I was scared! But Sheryl did!"

"She did!"

"Yeah! And you know what?"

"Tell me!"

"It got big! His peter got big!" Her face was suddenly serious. "Do all boys' peter get big like that?"

"Sure!" Paul answered. "Is that the only time you've ever seen a boy's peter?"

"Yes," Lisa said. She looked away for a moment, but then Paul caught her sneaking a glance at his lap.

And he had to admit he wanted her to see it! He wanted her to know he had a hard-on! He uncrossed.his legs so she could see it pressing upward against his pants. She kept looking at it, pretending not to.

And Paul had to admit he found this flirtation with this little girl more exciting than all the foreplay he'd gone through with women for many months!

"Do you know any dirty words?" Paul asked her.

Lisa giggled again. "Yes," she said.

"Tell me," he urged.

"I'm scared," she pouted.

"C'mon! It'll be fun, and I won't ever tell anybody!"

"Promise?"

"Sure! Tell me a dirty word you know!"

Lisa's face broke into a blushing grin. "Cock!" she burst out. "that's a boy's thing. Like peter!"

"Right!" Paul encourage. "What else?"

She giggled. "Piss and Shit!"

"Okay!" Paul said. "What else?"

She pouted shyly. "Pussy."

"What's that?"

"Don't you know?"

"I think so, but I want you to tell me!"

"It's a girl's thing! Like a boy's peter. Girls have a pussy!"

"Do you have a pussy?" Paul asked seriously.

"Of course!" she burst into a laugh. "Silly! All girls have a pussy!"

"Does your pussy have any hair on it?"

Lisa blushed deeply, but she answered. "A little bit! But not as much as mommy!"

"What color is it?" Paul pressed.

"Like my hair, only maybe a little darker!" she said, Showing, him a long lock of her straight honey-blond hair. "Mommy's is all black!"

Paul felt dizzy with sexual excitement. His cock was fully erect now, and the pressure of his pants rubbing against the swollen red knob sent thrills of pleasure surging through his crotch. "Do you know any more dirty words?" Paul asked.

Lisa smirked and blushed. "I know another one that's real dirty!" she giggled.

"Tell me! What is it, Lisa?"

The little girl squirmed with the pleasure of saying forbidden words. "It's fuck! she blurted.

"Tell me what fuck means!"

"You know what it means!"

"I want you to tell me!"

Lisa squirmed and blushed, her blue eyes blazing with excitement. She twisted on the bed, and her panties gaped again for a second, and Paul glimpsed thin pink lips before the white nylon stretched across her crotch again.

"It's like when a boy'n a girl do it, ya know!"

"How do they do it? Please tell me!"

"Well, first the boy's peter gets big."

"You mean, his cock gets a hard-on!" Paul said.

"Yeah!" Lisa laughed. "The boy's cock gets a hard-on!"

"And then what?"

"Well, then he puts it inside… you know! He puts it inside the girl's thing. Inside her pussy!"

"He sticks his hard cock up inside her cunt!" Paul said.

"Yeah! And that's how they fuck! ‘Cept when they get done, the man has an-an-"

"Orgasm?"

"Yeah! The man has an orgasm, and he shoots this white creamy stuff out of his peter, inside the girl's pussy! And that's what makes the babies grow inside her tummy!"

Lisa stopped talking, all out of breath, her eyes glassy with pleasure from talking about sex. Then she refocused and looked at Paul, a sudden worry shadowing her brow.

"That's right, isn't it?" she asked. "I mean, about the fucking and everything?"

Paul laughed. "Yeah, it's right. But did you know that girls have orgasms, too?"

"They do?"

"Sure!" Paul assured her.

"No, I didn't know that. They don't have any white creamy stuff come out of their pussies, do they?"

"No, Lisa," Paul said. "But it feels really good for them, just like for the man."

"Oh!" Lisa said.

"That's what sex and making love are all about! Didn't you know that?"

"Huh-uh."

Lisa shook her head speechlessly, her eyes suddenly wide. "I'd be scared," she said. "I did it once in the bathtub, and it tickled so hard, I got scared and quit."

Lisa spied the clock-radio beside Paul's bed.

"I gotta go!" she said, hopping abruptly off the bed. "Daddy said I could make some sandwiches to take I fishin'!"

Then, just as abruptly, she sat down on his lap and put her slender young arms around Paul's neck.

"I want you to give me a real grownup kiss!" she whispered. Before he could even close his eyes, she pressed her hot wet mouth to his lips. He put his arms around her and cuddled her to him. Her lips moved on his and he felt her little tongue probing into his mouth.

"Is that right?" she whispered.

"It's perfect!" Paul moaned.

Their lips met again, Paul gently inserted his tongue into the little girl's mouth. He tenderly caressed her lips and tongue with his lingual member, until he could feel her responding to his kiss.

"Oh, wow!" she sighed. "That does feel good! Let's do it some more!"

This time she opened her mouth wide, and their lips and tongues sought each other with a passionate hunger. Paul caressed the girl's back, and his hand moved slowly down to her ass.

He felt her round ass under his finger through the thin skirt. He felt the seams and elastic bands of her bikini panties. Then his hand slipped further down and he felt her naked thigh underneath his fingers.

Paul's senses swirled with sexual excitement. His hard cock throbbed against the pretty child's hip, and his trebling hand explored under her skirt. He forgot about everything in the world except the beautiful, aroused little virgin in his arms.

"Oh, Paul, kiss me again!" she moaned. "It makes me feel so funny! Dizzy, like a Ferris wheel!"

The little girl surrendered her mouth completely to him. He licked tenderly inside her lips, pouring his passion into her warm trembling mouth.

His hand moved on her thigh. He felt her panties under his fingers, and the warmth of the thin skin beneath the panties. He stroked her pretty round ass, and then moved his hand around to her lap. Her legs were slightly open, and be started caressing the insides of her thighs.

Paul wondered if he had the nerve to go ahead and touch her pussy, but at the same time he knew he lacked the power to stop.

"I'm going to touch your pussy!" he whispered into her ear.

"OH!" Lisa said.

Without pausing to think, Paul dipped his fingers between her thighs. At the same time, he lowered his left arm and lowered her upper body onto his lap. The movement left Lisa half-lying in his arms, her legs spread still further.

Paul stroked the thin soft material of her panties. Her pubic hair was too soft and downy to be felt through the thin nylon, but Paul could make out the outlines of her slit.

He pressed his fingers gently into her crotch, and she moaned and squirmed in his arms. He cradled the mound of her pussy in the palm of his hand, allowing the fingertips to tickle the upper part of her crack, where he knew her clitoris was.

"Oh, that feels funny!" Lisa giggled. But she made no move to stop his caressed.

The mound of her pussy was not as full as a woman's, but Paul could tell it really turned her on when he stroked it. He tickled it with his fingers until the girl's ass was squirming with pleasure.

"You're tickling my pussy!" Lisa panted.

Paul's finger crept down to her slit. He could feel the tender folds of her pussy through the thin panties. He rubbed back and forth across the lips of her little cunt, and soon she was shuddering with unknown pleasure.

Paul knew she was really getting excited when he felt the moisture from her little slit start soaking into her panties. The wet nylon clung to the girl's crotch, and he clearly felt the shape of her vaginal lips. He located the place he knew her clit should be, and started rolling his finger back and forth across the child's love-button.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, Paul!" Lisa gasped. "Oh, that feels so funny!"

"Do you like it, Lisa?"

"Oh, yes!" but it's scary, too!" the little girl answered. Then she giggled and hugged him close and whispered in his ear. "It feels kinda like when ya really hafta go to the bathroom, but it tickles real hard too! All the way up in my belly!"

Lisa opened her slim thighs still further. Paul pressed his hand between her legs and kept massaging her clit with one finger!

"Were are you touching me?" she whined. "I didn't know I had any place between my legs that felt like that!"

"Well, now you know! And you'll always be able to find it again!" Paul told her. "It's called clitoris, or clit or clitty for short."

"Oooohh… it feels so good!" she moaned.

Lisa hugged Paul tightly around the neck and kept kissing him while he fondled her cunt through her little white bikini panties. He moved his caressing finger faster and faster.

"Oh! Oh Oh, Paul! A-h-h-h-a-h-h-! Oh, Paul, you make me feel so good!" she moaned.

Paul licked tenderly into Lisa's shell-pink ear and whispered, "Lisa! Lisa, I want to make you have an orgasm! I want to make you come! I want to make you have an orgasm! I want to make you come!" I want to make you have your climax! I want to caress your pussy until you come for me! I want to make you have your first orgasm in my hand!"

Paul's hand was as good as his word. His experienced fingers stroked Lisa's little clit and cunt with increasing passion, and she responded by wiggling and squirming with pleasure. Her little ass was rubbing against his bard cock, sending waves of sexual pleasure throbbing through his huge bard-on.

Paul forgot who or where he was, allowing himself to slide into a voluptuously sexual consciousness. He forgot everything but the little girl's virgin pussy, and felt only the pleasure of her round ass squirming against his stiff dick.

Lisa too was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. Brand new sensations of intense pleasure were awakening in secret parts of her body she had never paid much attention to before. Her newly discovered clit was tingling with electric joy.

And her little slit was going through strange changes! It tickled really hard, like she was peeing, but she knew she didn't have to go to the bathroom… except that she could feel wetness between her legs! Where did that come from?

"Oh, Paul, I feel so strange!" she whispered.

Lisa's belly muscles tightened with pleasure, and her limbs started quivering with little spasms. She didn't know what was happening to her! Tremendous amounts of pleasure were thrilling through her little body, but her confusion and fear mounted with the pleasure, and suddenly she felt like her breath was pounding so fast that she couldn't breath.

"Oh, stop! Stop! Please!" she sobbed. She tore herself out of Paul's arms and stood shaking in the center of the room.

"I'm sorry, Lisa!" Paul said. "I didn't mean to scare you! Please forgive me!"

The little girl quickly regained control. "It's all right!" She reached out and took his hand.

"That's okay," Paul said. I understand."

Lisa leaned over and kissed him once more on the lips. "I gotta go make sandwiches. I'll see you tomorrow!"

And then she was gone.