comments_readers: In the middle of a wet summer,a fantasy for a hot day out!
The garden was beautiful: established many years ago it had grown to a fecund maturity with trees and large shrubs filling the undulating acre and shading the stepped stream. It was opened once a year in aid of the church.
I was alone on a barely noticeable path wending my way between large shrubs which shaded the area between. As the path climbed I saw a small round hut at the top. It would have views over the whole garden. I walked on and reached the building: it was round and its walls were made of rough planks with their bark still on, the roof was of woven large reeds and the whole effect was of a natural outgrowth. It was perfectly camouflaged and couldn't be easily seen from the garden because the combination of its construction and the shade of the trees. I walked through the small doorway and looked out from its several openings. The garden tumbled away, the tops of trees and shrubs visible along with the heads of wandering visitors. Sunlight dappled the garden and from one point you could see an upper window of the main house. A shaft of sunlight entered the hut from this angle illuminating anyone who stood there like a spotlight. I avoided its glare and sat to rest in the shadow to one side.
As I sat I heard footsteps approaching and was wondered who was coming to spoil my sanctuary. I needn't have bothered! A girl appeared in the doorway. She was perhaps eleven. She was pretty, with dark brown straight hair falling beyond her shoulders, lively brown eyes and a full mouth. She was slim, with her hips and waist just beginning to form curves. She wore a pair of jeans which hugged her pert bum and a tight top which let me see the little bumps of her emerging tits, probably only large corona at this stage.
The girl looked briefly into the hut. She didn't seem to see me. She then walked into the beam of sunlight. She seemed to know what she was doing and was clearly familiar with the place. She stood in the light and faced the window in the house. She stood for a moment and then lifted up her top! She slowly pulled it up, revealing the sweet inches of her flat smooth white stomach, the rise of her ribcage and then the soft little points of her pink coronas! My cock twitched in my shorts. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She pulled her top right up and over her head, throwing it down on to the bench. She then smiled at the window and stroked her stomach, letting her hands run round and round. She then slid then up until she reached her nipples. She lightly caressed them and smiled at the window. She was putting on a show for someone!
My cock was hard when she began to unzip her jeans. She did it slowly, pulling the zip down and opening up her jeans to reveal her pink panties. She eased her jeans over her neat little bum and then pushed them down her slender thighs. They fell to the ground and she stepped out of them. She was gorgeous! With one hand she continued to caress her little titlets while the other began slide over and over the soft cotton of her panties which were tight enough to have been forced in between the moons of her ass. She had her legs slightly apart. I saw her fingertips appear below her pussy and realised she was caressing her slit! I moved quietly around the side of the hut until I could see what she was doing. She was absorbed in her performance for the mystery voyeur. Her panties had ridden up into her slit, making it clearly visible along with large mound of her mons. She had a big pussy! It matched her full mouth! The girl was stroking her mons and letting her fingers slide up and down over her pantie-encased slit!
My cock was rigid and I had to do something! I stripped off! No-one had come near since she'd entered and no voices were anywhere close. This was a secret place! As the girl stroked her pussy and caressed her pink nipples I moved quietly across the hut to the bench immediately behind through which the central pole for the hut rose. I was inches away from her graceful pale back and the little curves of her pert ass. As she teased herself her bum moved with little jiggles. I wanted to feel that soft skin!
I was still in shadow. I reached out and put a hand on her pantie covered butt, feeling the liquid softness of one bun against my palm.
Don't stop, I whispered, you're so lovely!
She gasped and then smiled. Thanks, she whispered, that's nice.
I caressed her bum through her panties, first one cheek then the other. My hand held the whole of each bum and I lightly squeezed them as I caressed her. She purred and sighed.
Do you live here, I asked, speaking in whispers.
No, but my grandparents do.
Who's in the window?
She giggled quietly. My granpa! He likes to watch me!
She giggled again.
What do you do afterwards? He must be very excited by you.
I go up and play with his cock! She giggled hornily. Granma is out showing people around all day.
I want to touch your bum properly, can I slip your panties down?
She sighed and smiled. Yes, that'd let granpa see my fanny too! He'd like that!
I pulled her panties down and gazed on the delicious mounds of her butt. They were white and unblemished. I ran my hand over and over her bum, kneading the soft warm flesh. She sighed. I watched her run her hand over the hairless rise of her mons and then ligtly trace the line of her slit. She gasped as she aroused herself. She then placed her legs a little further apart and I took advantage, sliding my hand down her butt, pushing her asscheeks apart so that my fingers could touch the rosebud of her asshole, making her smile and lick her lips, before moving underneath. Seconds later my fingers touched her slit. The soft lips gave a little as I pushed my fingers gently upwards.
Ooooooh, that's lovely!
The girl put a hand on each little tit and rolled her firm pink nipples between her fingers, giving her pussy over to me! I pushed a finger lengthwise in between her cuntlips, forcing the whole of her pussy to open. Juices oozed out and I could feel the heat of her narrow cunt. I slid my finger back and forth, making her gasp and sigh and rock against me in encouragement. I felt the little bud of her clit appearing at the top of her opening pussy. When I caressed it she shuddered.
She turned to me and smiled, her mouth wide apart and her eyes gleaming.
I'm called Amy, mmmmmmm, that's so nice! What's your name?
Alan. I love it too! She beamed. What will your granpa think?
She giggled. I'll find out later!
I slid along the bench until I was behind Amy. My hand was still between her legs, rubbing her sticky snatch. I kissed the small of her back and then each of her soft asscheeks, licking the tender skin. She mewed.
Ohhhh, that's lovely!
I put my free hand on to her butt and began to caress it once again and I let my fingers run up and down the shallow valley between, teasing her little pink asshole. Amy was rocking gently back and forth, making my finger slid up and down her slit as well keeping her asshole under pressure from my other fingers. My cock ached.
I suddenly curled my finger as it slipped along the moist mouth of her slit, pushing it slowly up the hot sticky channel of her tight cunt. Amy groaned a little and shuffled her legs further apart to help my entrance. She still rocked a little, making sure my finger kept pressing against her asshole, but she made sure she did nothing to impede my entrance to her cunt. It was narrow, soft and very sticky! I pushed my finger into Amy and her cunt formed a sheath around it, stretching as it went deeper. She moaned and gasped.
I love that! Mmmmmm, ooooooh, push it into mee!
To my delight it went the whole way in! She'd been taken before! I didn't mind, it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her hymen! I kept on pushing until my whole finger was in her cunt. I could feel her cervix! I then began to slowly fingerfuck her. She was so tight that each thrust up made her juices squish out and I loved the squelching sound of my finger as it moved up and down in her tight twat. Amy moaned quietly rocked. I pressed hard against her asshole and rubbed it in time with each thrust. She clearly loved this!
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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