Bedtime Story

A naughty bedtime tale by M8R1X (Mg8 oral anal)

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Since my neighbour Emma had taken a job in the city and had a two hour commute by rail each way, I had the privilege of minding Katy, her eight year old daughter. We had always gotten on well since the girl was in nappies, and although there was no relation, I was her Unky Rich and the constant companionship was nice. She really was a sweet little girl, when she wanted to be, however she was prone to blatant streaks of naughtiness at times, but what child wasn’t.

She had always been quite curious and also exceptionally nosy and those attributes rose exponentially with age. Little escaped her notice and her ambition in life was to learn as much as she possibly could about everyone and everything. Her secondary objective was to take personal inventory of everything, every place she visited and was always on the lookout for new acquisitions.

Her mum arrived home late, which was way past the girl’s bedtime and she refused to go to sleep unless I read her a story. The first stories I read didn’t go over well because she already knew them and they were ‘boring’. After a few weeks, I ran out of stories to read her and didn’t know where to turn for new and interesting ones. Her mum had given up long ago showed her the paddle when she refused to go to sleep. I wasn’t going to do that because I couldn’t bear to punish her and was convinced I could find stories that she would like. After a while, my quest seemed hopeless. However during one of her inspections of my library, she found a game book that I didn’t know existed, until she brought it to me and asked me to explain some things for her.

She was a bright girl and knew a lot about sex already, but the book was, how shall we say, very spicy. It featured featured adult party games with a strongly charged sexual bent. Of course, she loved games but these were far beyond her scope and I wasn’t about to play them with her. At least that was my stance in the beginning. I took ideas from some of the games and turned them into mildly interactive stories with a naughty element that was more on her intellectual level. The first dozen or so captured her interest, but not her active participation.

However, the naughtier I made the characters, the more she participated. That unveiled a lot of her secrets and secret interests. A lot of them piqued my curioscity because of things I learned about my neighbours and her friends. The story I’m about to relate, is one that she took a most active roll in and led to things beyond my wildest imaginations.

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“Old Snerdly was a really ugly troll, with prickly hair and scaly green skin, that spent most of the time sleeping under the Belfort bridge. The same one that spanned Sefton creek. It wasn’t traveled much but it was the only dry route that would take you from Anglishire to Brenton. The sound of an approaching carriage always roused the awful troll from his sleep and he would climb up the steep bank to watch the passers by. Of course, Snerdly didn’t make much money sleeping under the bridge and wanted to buy a new hat he had spotted at a fair in Lancanshire, so he devised a plan that would earn him some income.

He heard the carriage approach from a long way off, climbed up the bank to his post on the bridge and blocked the traverse. It was his intention to stop the coachman and demand a shilling from each of the passengers before he would let them cross. The surprise came when he spotted a small landau with no coachman, but a small girl in a frilly dress manning the reins.

‘Stop, stop, stop!’ He cried as he jumped out in front of the carriage and waved his hands and arms.

The little girl, named Katy, who was eight years of age, was frightened by the horrid creature and shivered in fear. She was so scared she almost did a wee in her pants.”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Katy, the eight year old neighbour girl I minded spoke up, “She has my name. I’ll bet she gets paddled if she wets her dress.”

“I’ll bet she gets paddled like a little girl I know that likes to wee her pants.”

“Are you talking about me?” The girl huffed in indignation, “I’m not a baby. I just have accidents.”

“The little girl I know has so much fun playing with her friends, she doesn’t want to stop and runs for the bushes but it’s too late.”

“It doesn’t happen very much and I can’t help it,” she explained as she tucked her hand under her dress to check her knicker gusset for dampness.

“She’s a mucky little tart that’s in such a hurry she doesn’t spend a second wiping after she goes.”

She looked down at the floor when I told her that like I had uncovered a secret that she wanted to hide. Then, she looked up at me with a big toothy grin and told me, “I don’t have to wipe all of the time.” So, I lifted up her skirt and pointed out the obvious dry yellow stains and she gave me a cheeky grin and told me, “Sometimes there’s no tissue.”

“Katy had a serious problem to contend with when the troll scared her. The dress she wore was very expensive and hard to wash. She knew her mum would take the paddle to her bare bum if she wet it, so she grasped herself between her legs and hoped the wee wouldn’t escape.

‘Give me a shilling if you want to pass,’ the beastly troll demanded.

‘I don’t have any money,’ the girl explained, ‘Please, let me pass before I wet my dress.’

‘You can use the bush over there but I need you to pay me something.’

The girl jumped out of the carriage and legged it to the bush, hiked her dress up, dropped her knicks and her wee shot out several feet. Since the troll had never seen a girl wee before, he was curious and wandered over to her for a closer look.

She couldn’t hide her fanny from the troll’s eyes so she went scarlet and begged, ‘Please don’t look at my private places,’ but the troll refused to look away.”

“That’s what Tommy Henderson does when he sees me head for the bushes. But he lets me watch him wee.”

“You are such a naughty girl letting the boys watch you wee.”

“When he watches me, his thing turn into a stick. He likes for me to hold it when it does,” she admitted.

“You probably let him touch you between the legs, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, nodded and told me, “I like it when he rubs me there.”

“Snerdly had the same problem that Tommy did. You see, trolls don’t wear trousers or pants and his ‘thing’ turned into a big and very menacing stick. It was Katy’s turn to be curious because she had never seen such a thing.”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Katy chuckled, “That sounds like Mister Combs, he goes into his garden without trousers and his thing is always big and hard.”

“You watch your neighbour naked? Why you naughty girl. What else does Mister Combs do?”

She looked down at the floor and smiled, then looked up at me and whispered, “He pulls on it because he knows I’m watching him.”

“Does anything come out of his willy, err, his thing when he pulls on it?”

Her head popped up when I asked and she looked confused as if she wanted to ask, “How would you know about that?” She didn’t answer but gave me a slight nod of the head.

“The troll stood in front of Katy with his long stick poking out and it was so hard it twitched. Katy was really curious about the stick and wanted to touch it to see what it felt like so she reached out and grabbed it.

Since nobody had ever touched the troll’s hard stick before, he was amazed at how good the girl’s hands felt and it jumped in her hand so she tried to pull away.

“Hee, hee, hee, that’s what Mister Comb’s thing does. He pushes it out at me and it jumps around. When it’s like that the tip is purple and stuff leaks from the end of it.”

“That’s the same thing that happened to the troll. He didn’t want the girl to pull her hand away so he grabbed it and rubbed the slippy stuff into her palm, and wanked… ah, rubbed her hand up and down his dick, I mean stick.”

“I’ll bet she made the creamy stuff squirt out, didn’t she?” Little Katy inquired.

“How would you know about the creamy stuff squirting out, naughty girl?”

“I just know because I’ve seen it,” then she lowered her voice to a whisper, “I like to watch it squirt out.”

Up until that point, there was only a little thickening in my pants, but upon that revelation, old willy went full boner and poked a tent out of the front of my trousers. I tried to cover it up but it had already attracted the girl’s eyes. She bit her lip and smiled at me as if to say, “I know what’s in your pants.”

I cleared my throat and tried to maintain my composure as I continued, “That’s what happened to the troll. She used her slippery hand to pull on the troll’s big hard dick and it felt so good he closed his eyes and enjoyed the wank. Neither he, nor the girl knew what came next and it surprised them both when long, creamy ropes of goo squirted out. Several of them landed on the girl’s face as she continued to pump the trolls dick until it went soft. He was so sleepy after that, he curled up under a tree and had little kip.

“Did she play with the creamy stuff on her face?” The girl inquired as if that’s what she would do.

“Oh, yes, you’re spot on. She thought the slippery stuff felt like a face lotion and rubbed it into her cheeks until they were soft and shiny. Do you know what the naughty little girl did next?” She slowly shook her head but her eyes betrayed her once again, so I questioned her, “You know what she did next, don’t you?”

She tilted her head down and looked at some imaginary blemish on her leg, before she looked at me and nodded, so I continued, “Katy couldn’t resist having a whiff of the troll’s goo so she sniffed her fingers. Then she rubbed a little on her tongue and was intrigued by the flavour. It was like nothing she had ever had in her mouth before so she sucked on her finger to get a better taste.”

“It doesn’t have much of a taste… oops,” she realized that she allowed something to slip that she shouldn’t have and slapped her hand over her mouth.

My dick grew another inch in my pants because she admitted to tasting sperm and wondered if she would like a taste of mine, straight from the tap. My breath was a bit ragged at that point, so in the meantime, I huffed along with the story.

“Katy really enjoyed the taste of the troll’s sperm, ah, his cream, and wandered over to where he was sleeping. Sadly, his dick was little and soft now…”

“Like a grubby worm,” Katy giggled.

“Yeh, I believe it was like a big fat grubby worm, but Katy spotted some juice on the tip and licked it off. The troll woke up a bit but the most amazing thing was his dick went hard again. Katy liked that so much, she wrapped her hands around it and kissed the tip. By the time the troll woke up, his dick was huge and there was more slippery juice leaking from the tip. Do you know what she did next?”

The girl realized she didn’t do a very good job of concealing her secrets from me, so she dropped all pretense and told me, “She sucked his dick in her mouth, didn’t she?”

“That’s exactly what she did and she liked it a lot. Even though the slippery juice did not have much flavour, she liked the way it felt in her mouth and wanted to suck all of the creamy sperm out. That’s something I really enjoy. When a girl sucks my dick and gets all of the cream out of my balls. It’s hard to find such a lovely creature. Just like in the story, I might have to stop carriages with pretty girls that need a wee so I can find one. You wouldn’t happen to know any naughty girls like that, now would you?”

She carefully examined the blemish on her leg again, and then looked at the bulge in my pants with hungry eyes and fingers that ached to touch it. Then in a soft, almost imperceptible whisper she said, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

My dick jumped when I heard that, but I pretended not to hear her and continued, “Such sweet girls are always rewarded for their efforts. Do you know if that’s really true if they like their fanny and botty licked?” I asked, and she quickly looked up with wide eyes filled with her surprise, like I had read her thoughts, so I asked her directly, “Would you like me to lick your pussy? I would really enjoy that.” She almost swooned as she tucked her hand under her dress and slipped down on the sofa cushion. So, I knelt between her legs and lifted her dress so I could see what she was doing down there. Then, I gently pulled her hand away and told her, “Allow me.”

The first thing I noticed was the giant wet spot on her gusset that rendered the fabric almost transparent around her pussy hole and stuffed my nose in for a whiff. For an eight year old, her sex scent was very developed and I lovingly drew the musky odour deep into my lungs. For me, the first and foremost priority was to bury my face in her wet muff and sop the sugary gravy up with my tongue. I tugged her knickers and she lifted her bum so I could pull them off, and then I placed her feet on the cushion and drew her legs apart.

“My, your beautiful pussy looks so wet and delicious,” I told her as I dragged my tongue through her sodden slot and then drilled it into her tingle bean. She ran her fingers through my hair and ground her pussy into my mouth and then I wiggled a fingertip into her tight little botty hole.

That was all it took to trigger the first orgasm and I took delight in the contractions that ran though her pussy and thighs so much, I suggested, “Some girls, with hot little pussies like yours, like to be filled up with a hard willy that will squirt them full of hot sperm. You wouldn’t happen to be one of those girls, now would you?”

Her eyes lit up but she was so excited the words stuck in her throat. So, I stood and removed my clothes while she anxiously waited for my cock to be unveiled. After my boxers joined the trousers on the floor, I knelt and stroked myself close to her face until she couldn’t stand it any longer and grasped me with her hands. Then she lapped up the juice on the tip before she skinned more of it up the shaft.

“You want to feel him inside of you… inside your pussy, don’t you?” I asked.

She looked me in the eyes, nodded her head and whispered, “Yes,” before she pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me saying, “It will go inside easier this way.”

Katy was a thin, lanky girl, probably from her last growth spurt that dissolved the last traces of puppy fat. She was almost nine and maybe four and a half foot at sixty pounds. Since she still wore her dress, I couldn’t appreciate her chest development but had my first look at her lower regions. Her thighs were slim and already had a nice flare and roundness to her hips. The most pronounced features that I noticed were her incredibly fat peach and plump pussy lips that parted nicely as she dragged my cock through the slick furrow. She coated him nicely with her abundant sex juice and gave me the merest glimpse of the final destination; the little pink mouthed notch that led to her pussy tube. It gaped red inside from the bottom of her split and she lowered her weight until the mushroom tip popped inside.

When she felt my cock enter her portal, her breath became ragged and then her eyes rolled into her head as she slithered down on my pole. Her exquisitely tight, buttery tube offered no resistance as the tiny ripples inside crackled electric sparks as they rolled themselves over my cock. I’m not particularly big but she managed to sink all but a mere inch of my length into her before she stopped and gave me a look of pride and self satisfaction because of her accomplishment that spoke, “I did it!”

“You girl, are simply amazing. I’ve never felt anything so nice in my life. How do you feel down there?”

“My whole body is tingly. Would you get on top of me now and do me good?”

“Love, that I will do and I will fuck your ears off before I pump you full of my hot, creamy sperm. How does that sound to you?”

A little wail escaped before she groaned, “Yes… that sounds wonderful.”

And that was what I did. It was a wonder that I held out as long as I did because I fucked her through so many screaming orgasms, I lost count. However, that was only the glorious start of a long, wonderful and lasting relationship. The lovely part was I had found a girl, quite young indeed, that loved sperm and I happily gave her as much as she craved. Not only did she relish it in her mouth, she could orgasm from its hot, wet heat as it splashed against her skin. Hardly a day passed where we did nothing and if we couldn’t fuck, and we fucked a lot, she sucked my balls dry.

The End