Sew And Sew

Sew And Sew (Mg10 oral preg solo)

A threaded tale by M8R1X

A man’s heart is captured by a designing neighbour girl.

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“Ding, ding, ding… ding, ding,” Came Marsha’s chime on my mobile. “Yes, gorgeous, how may I help you?” I answered.

“Danny, how did you know it was me?” My ten year old neighbour girl asked.

“I set my mobile so it chimes a certain way when my special girl rings me up. That way I know to drop whatever I’m doing and answer it right away.”

“Hee, hee, hee, you’re so smart, Danny. Turn your phone on video so I can show you something I made.”

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen or heard from you in ages.”

“I’m making things with the sewing machine I got for my birthday.”

“That’s right, you had a birthday and I missed it. How old are you now, twelve?”

“Hah, hah, you’re so silly. You know I just turned ten. Guess what I made first?”

“I haven’t a clue, so you have to tell me?” I asked.

“Panties! I’ve begged and begged mum to buy me some sexy ones but she told me I’m too young. My little girl panties are so, so boring. So, I made some from my old summer dresses.”

“You didn’t? Are you going to show them to me?”

“That’s why I wanted you to turn on the video. Now take a look,” and she lifted the front of her dress up and I was gobsmacked.

They were an obscenely tiny white, pink polka dotted thong and I remember her wearing the dress they were made from. They were held up with a string around her waist and sported a thin ribbon that barely covered her private places. Most noticeably, the ribbon sank into her split and left most of her fat pussy lips exposed.

“Now, take a look at the back,” she said as moved her mobile around, pulled the waist band up and the strip of cloth sank between her cheeks.

“Oh, gawd,” I groaned, “They’re so sexy on you. Don’t show me any more right now, I have to see them in person.”

“Ha, ha, ha, did you go hard, Danny? Show me what I did to you?”

“I shouldn’t,” I told her as I pointed the camera down at my bulge.

“Nice!” she squealed, “Now show me what’s inside,” she demanded.

I never could resist her, so I opened the front of my trousers, gave her a little peek under the waist of my boxers and told her, “That’s all you get to see until you come over and model them for me.”

“Saturday... I’ll be over Saturday. I’ve made several pair along with matching bras, some shorts and sexy halter and tube tops that I want to model for you.”

“I didn’t know you were ready for a bra,” I remarked.

“I’ve been growing, Danny. Quite a bit since I saw you last.”

The only thing I remembered were two little bumps in the t-shirts she liked to wear. Let’s not forget the slinky bandeau tube tops that barely covered her chest. I was anxious to see how much she had grown.

“I can’t wait,” I told her before we rang off.

In reality, I really couldn’t wait and counted the seconds until Saturday arrived. I recorded our call and after it was finished, I plugged my mobile into the telly and had a long and loving encounter with Misses Palm.

When she watched telly with me, she usually sat across the sofa, rather immodestly I might add, with her knees up and her delectable gusset exposed, or on the ground in front of me with a prime view of her panty covered real estate. She pretended not to notice the fact that I was recording her while she put on a sexy show for the camera but it didn’t stop there. Soon afterwards, she would grab my mobile and abscond to the bath for a more personal film session. I stumbled across the videos while I was going through my growing collection and, needless to say, they were so hot I paid her tribute by tossing off twice... in quick succession.

She made a habit of filming her pussy and bare bum or even rubbing herself while she told the camera, “I thought you might like this.”

So, I filmed my wanks for her and put them where she would find them. Let me say, I recorded some massive money shots. It spooked me after I didn’t hear from her for a few weeks because I believed my films had frightened her or something but it turned out to be the opposite. My heart sang when I heard her chimes today and I made her a long tribute video with a very messy conclusion.

Time dragged on and on until Saturday then she rang me and said, “Mum’s spending the day with her mates so I’m spending the day with you.”

More precious words have never entered my ears. “Yes!” I shouted to myself. Things could get very naughty with a whole fun day to ourselves.

She dropped her pack on the step when I opened the door, flew into my arms and tried to squeeze the stuffing out of me. That was a first and it marked the start of something even more special between us. Of course, I took the liberty of squeezing her bum cheeks and she hugged me even harder.

“Why did you bring a pack with you?” I asked

“If mum goes to Birmingham with her mates I’ll have to sleepover with you,” she informed me.

Of course, I had no objections. She’s slept over at my place several times before, but that was before we shared the intimate videos. I know she had watched some of the ones I made of her but she had yet to see them all… on the big screen.

“Are you hungry? I’ll do a batch of pancakes and bacon if you’re interested,” I inquired.

“Yum! The oats porridge I had earlier wasn’t very filling.”

We chatted at the table and she covered her various sewing projects with me, including a dress that she had started on. I knew she was creative but didn’t know the extent until now.

“Show me what you made on your new sewing machine,” I asked as she followed me to the lounge. So, she dug sets of bras and panties out of her pack and laid them on the tea table along with various revealing tops. “Where is the pink polka dotted thong you showed me?” I inquired.

“I’m wearing them,” and she slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist to show me.

“Grrr!” I growled, “They look even better in person,” I told her.

“See, here’s the matching bra,” and she quickly unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it open for me.

There they were... her new titties. Though not as big as she made them out to be, they were quite noticeable in her thin little bra.

“The bra is very sexy, but what’s underneath looks even nicer,” I told her.

“How do you think this would look on me?” She asked as she held up a tiny g-string and bra, if you could call it that.

“You may as well be naked,” I told her.

“Mum says that sexy clothing is more exciting than being naked,” she informed me.

“Your mum is right. But who’s going to be able to appreciate how sexy they look on you? If your mum knew about them I don’t believe she would let you wear them.”

“I made them for you and you’re the only one that will see me in them. Here, let me show you the video I made for you,” and she pulled out her mobile and searched through it. “I recorded your call when you gave me a peek,” and she played the part where I pulled my shorts open. “This is what I did after that,” and in the video, she stripped down to her thong and laid back in the bed.

“Let’s put it on the telly,” I told her, paused the video and plugged the cable in. “Oh, my, gawd, your titties are so beautiful,” I gasped as they appeared on the giant screen.

She pulled the gusset aside and I saw her glistening pink paradise for the first time. I’m afraid my cock tried to claw its way out of my pants as I watched her sink her fingers into her wet slit and the sound was so sharp you could hear the squish along her soft little sighs.

“That’s what I do every night in bed when I think of you. I pretend your fingers are making me feel good.”

“I have a confession to make; I wank myself while I think of that beautiful body of yours. Its so lovely to finally see your pussy and watch you make it feel good.”

“When I dream, I dream of you and it’s so real I have to rub myself when I wake up. Mum nearly caught me once when she checked to see if I was awake.”

“Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh,” she softly cooed from the telly in an obvious orgasm. It was so lovely to watch her in the throws of pleasure and my cock throbbed in harmony to her lovely sounds.

“I’ve never watched anything as beautiful as when you got feeling. But now that you’re here, I want to give it to you so I can see and feel and hear you when it happens. Here’s the video of you in those sexy thong panties,” and pulled up the video call I recorded and put it on the screen.

“Look, can you see how wet they are?” She pointed out the fact that the ribbon of her thong was soaked through and glued between her cunny lips. That was something I missed before but was very obvious on the big screen.

“You made me so hard I had to do this,” and it started off with a shot of me naked on the sofa stroking my dick to her video on the screen.

“It’s so big and beautiful,” she exclaimed, “I like watching you pull on it like that.”

“I want you to watch me do it for real,” I told her.

“Can I? I’ll rub myself for you while I watch.”

“I would love that, sweetheart, and I might even help you.”

“That’s what I dream of; your fingers doing me.”

“Let’s get naked. My pants are awfully tight right now and I need to take them off.”

“Will you take my clothes off for me? I want to feel your hands on me,” and she got up and stood between my knees.

The room filled with a dream like haze and my glowing, golden angel beamed such a dazzling smile directly in front of me. First, I lifted the front of her thin shift and admired the pink polka dotted strip of cloth that barely covered her ripe peach. That same strip was soaked and I ran my fingers through the thick syrup as I rubbed it into her slit.

“Your pussy is so lovely,” I moaned as I slowly lifted the dress over her tummy and then higher and higher over the thin bandage of a bra that barely covered her growing boobies.

Then, she lifted her arms and I whisked the little dress off of her and unfastened my trousers, pushed myself out and told her, “See what you did to me, my sugary tart?”

“Take it out for me, Danny, I want to see it all,” she pleaded and knelt between my legs while I drew my boxers down for her.

She was entranced with the throbbing baton of flesh and I told her, “Hold it for me. Let me feel your touch.”

Reverentially, she wrapped her soft, feathery fingers around the shaft and said, “He’s so strong and as hard as I imagined,” then she brushed her tender lips over the spongy tip and gave it a kiss.

My heart pounded in my chest and my breath was laboured. I was suddenly in very real danger of losing it all over her face and had to distract her, and myself, so I didn’t.

“Come give me a kiss,” I said as I pulled her over me and up to my lips… and hmmm… hers were more intoxicating than sherry and sweeter and juicier than ripe cherries.

First, I feasted on her mouth and then I rolled her thin, little pink polka dotted tube top over her breasts and nibbled my way down to the puffy little strawberries on her chest before I devoured them. Breathlessly, she pulled away and told me, “Take me to your bed. I want to lie naked with you.” Her nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons and she pulled my shirt off. Then, she removed my shoes and pulled my trousers and pants off and demanded, “Carry me.”

I gently laid her on the edge of my bed and removed her last article of clothing, the tiny wet thong, and told her, “You are even sexier when you’re naked.”

Then, I lifted her knees and worshiped at her altar; the divine crux between her legs. The same crutch that drove me so mad with its heavenly fragrance, I could not restrain my tongue another second. She shivered and moaned as I dragged it from her puckered bum hole and through her leaking furrow until it circled her thick bean.

“Thank you, Danny, I had hoped that you would do that.”

“No, thank you sweetheart for allowing me. You’re absolutely delicious… sugar, sweeter than candy.”

“I can’t imagine it being quite that tasty but what you’re doing feels delicious and makes me feel like I’m going to pop.”

“Go ahead and pop, sweetheart, that’s what I want you to do,” and I sucked the thick hood between my lips and drilled my tongue into the sensitive pearl that lay hidden beneath it.

The girl’s body was coated with a sheen of fresh, sweet sweat while she shivered like in the cold as a symphony of gratifying moans and deep sighs of pleasure played from her lips. They heightened as orgasm closed in on her until I gave her the final push that made her fly over the edge. All it took was my thumb, which was poised at her wet little opening and when it slipped into her hole, she was off to a silent climax. She bucked her hips once as it surged through her veins and then quietly melted into the bed. After that, it’s a wonder I didn’t deposit my seed on the side of the bed.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she opened her eyes and urged me over for a sloppy wet kiss and whispered, “I want you inside of me now.”

Her words struck me like a sack of bricks because I had never considered having full on sex with her before. Yeh, lately, I had thought about licking her before she tossed me off but never actually putting my cock inside her. After all, even as remarkably well developed as she was, she was only ten years old.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? Your first time can be very painful and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s not my first time, you know,” she assured me.

No, I didn’t know and her words struck me between my eyes. You don’t know how surprised I was to hear her tell me that. But, still it was too enticing an offer for me to resist. I wanted to be inside her more than life itself and fill her full of my life giving seed. The prospect alone was almost enough to make me come.

“I’m not going to ask and don’t want to know who you did it with,” I said as I climbed over her and she seemed so small and frail under me as nudged myself into her tiny entrance.

The head of my cock popped into the little opening which I thought nigh impossible because of its size, but I kept sliding into her like into the finger of a wet, silk glove. Don’t think she wasn’t tight because she was, however, she easily welcomed me inside her body.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for so long and now it’s finally happening,” she informed me.

Me, I had never dreamed I would ever be inside her, but now that I am, I felt privileged that she would have me. “You don’t know how incredible this is for me,” I told her as I brushed my lips against hers and slowly sheathed my sabre to the hilt.

She stayed the weekend because her mum didn’t collect her until Sunday night. During that time I believe we fucked our naughty bits raw but it was wonderful. By Sunday afternoon we finally returned to earth. Of course, now I was arse over tits in love with the girl and found out that she had a crush on me from the first time we met. We had a long heart to heart talk that answered most of the many questions that popped around inside my head. I came to find out that her mum not only gave her the sewing machine but it was her idea to make the intimate apparel and she even helped with the design and fitting, which was for my benefit alone.

“My mum told me that she knew how much you meant to me and that us girls had to work together and help each other out,” she explained, “That’s when she rolled out her plan for me and Saturday was an important day because I was ovulating.”

“Ovulating? I would never have guessed that your periods had started.”

“They started about a year ago and mum told me I was most fertile when I was ovulating so that’s when we had to do it if I wanted to catch.”

“Your mum wanted me to get you pregnant?” I asked bewildered.

“Wouldn’t you like for me to have your baby? Mum said she knew you well enough that you would never leave me if you got me pregnant. Mister Newly moved away because he believed we were getting too close so he had to leave. I thought he loved me but unlike you, all he wanted was the sex. Mum tried to warn me about it but I didn’t listen to her. Then, I met you and knew in my heart that you were the only one for me and would never leave,” she explained with teary eyes.

Eventually, with her mum’s approval, we did get married. By the time she became of age, we had three beautiful baby girls together. We had our first when she was just eleven and not only did her titties grow beyond our wildest expectations, she produced a tremendous amount of milk. So much so, rather than resort to a breast pump, I volunteered to keep them drained for her and it was love at first taste.

Our five year old still nursed and fought me at feeding time. However, we reached a compromise and if there was only enough of her mother’s milk for one, I let her have it and licked her pussy instead. We were a close knit family and at bedtime, I gave all of my girls a good licking, including the infant, and everyone slept more soundly at night.

The End

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