Watching Littel Casey and her Friend

“Come here and kiss me, Mr. Dan,” Casey pleaded sweetly, her arms out stretched. She was the very picture of cuteness, and Dan gave her a good long look before he bowed to her request. Average looking in almost every way, except perhaps for the fullness of her breasts, she lay there on her back, languidly naked, gazing back at him, tired and happy. Her straight dark red hair was spread across the bed like a wild, tussled mane, framing the huge smile on her face as she raised her chin to meet his lips.

At sixteen, love for her was yet an undiscovered emotion, and she wasn’t sure if it was what she was feeling for her handsome neighbor-turned-lover. She’d been continuously amazed by what he was able to do with her and the pleasure he could send through body seemingly at will each time they got together. But beyond that she felt warm and comfortable and overwhelmingly happy being with him. Now, laying on his bed, utterly spent and thoroughly explored, she wanted to dissolve into him and never emerge.

Embraced in her soft, warm, loving kiss, Dan was beginning to wonder the same thing: is it possible to fall in love with such a young girl? She was simply amazing in her open-mindedness, and absolutely exuded sexuality unlike any other woman of any age that he’d been with in the past. The way she expressed herself, the way she moved eagerly from one thing to the next; it was like she was the perfect lover, sent from nowhere to be his own personal companion. If she was just five years older he would definitely make a relationship out of this with her. If she were ten years older he’d have proposed to her on the spot.

Not knowing they were sharing identical thoughts, they broke their kiss and let their eyes swim in each others for a moment, then another long kiss. He lowered his body carefully down to hers and embraced fully, fingers and legs entwined, skin seeking skin.

“You’re amazing,” Dan finally spoke, then paused to find the words. “I just don’t know what to do with you,” thinking forward, trying to find a place for her in his future.

“Just keep doing me,” she giggled back, warmed by what he’d said.

He laid his head down next to hers and slowly caressed her body while she lay still. The sweet smell of her young skin was intoxicating, and he began to feel his eyes grow heavy amid the tranquility of his afterglow and her perfect nearness. In another moment his breathing had slowed to the steady rhythm of sleep, ushered in by his sense of complete and utter joy at being right where he was, in the arms of a beloved.

He awoke only a short while later to that sound of lightly splashing water, confused by the fading imagery of his dream. He’d been awash in something, a sea, a wave, and while he was helplessly tossed about, the water was warm and perfect, and his breathing calm and natural whenever he went under. When the echoes of rushing surf had gone, he found himself alone on his bed, the light outside turning to evening. The room was quiet save for the gentle splashes coming from the bathroom. He rolled onto his back and threw his arms back over his head, listening to her bathe for a moment before sitting up.

Hearing the rustle, from the other room she called out cautiously, “Is someone awake?” He smiled and sighed, blinking away the last of his nap before getting up to pad across the room to her. From the doorway he just looked at her, sitting happily in the middle of his tub.

“You have a Jacuzzi!” she beamed, as if her discovery would be an equal surprise to him.

“Why, yes I do,” he said, playing along with mock amazement. “And I bet it holds two!” He stepped into its warmth behind her and lay back while letting her recline into him between his legs, her head resting just beneath his chin.

“Mmmm,” she purred. He wrapped his arms around her and began to caress her front, letting his fingers trace all the way from her shoulders to her slightly parted thighs. “Mr. Dan?” she asked in a far away voice, “how come everything you do to me feels so good?” She placed her hands on top of his and followed his touch across her body.

“Well,” he thought for a moment, “partly because I really enjoy making you feel so good, but mostly I think it’s because you want to be pleased, and are eager to find new ways of making it happen. Most people that I know are not so, enthusiastic, as you are.”

“Good!” she said, perking up a bit, holding his hands now to her breasts, “I don’t want to be like most people with you. I want to be your little Casey plaything!” She gave his hands a squeeze as he played gently with her nipples. “And I want to do this as much as we can so you can teach me more and more, and we can get better and better.” She turned her head back around, leaning to one side to meet his face, asking for a kiss, and he lowered his lips to hers. Her kisses were innocent and soft, but so naively hungry at the same time, youthful and urgent. Without having many kisses previous to this to compare them to, she knew them only to be full of either extremes of lust or passion. No trivial things, these.

When they parted he spoke. “We have to keep this secret, you know. It absolutely has to be, or we both get into a huge amount of trouble.” His voice was earnest, but he trusted her, and knew he was reiterating what she already would do. “And if we do it carefully, I think we might be able to keep making each other happy for as long as you want.” Their hands had moved together back down between her thighs, and their fingers mingled, vying for the best parts to touch. Her legs parted a little more, and her hips rocked up.

Still looking into his eyes she said, “Yes, Mr. Dan, I promise, promise, promise to keep it a secret, because I want so much more of you.” She was becoming aroused, although it seemed to come more from her heart than her body this time, and she kissed him once again deeply.

He smiled at her, not knowing fully what she was thinking, but aware that she’d gotten herself into a state again, something she seemed to do at will. “I just hope I can keep up with you,” he said only half in jest. “You never want to stop.”

“Aw, poor baby,” she cooed, “we’ll give you some more rest. There’s plenty of time cause I can stay all night if you want.” She sat up and ran some more hot water while her words sunk in, turning around to sit facing him when she shut it off. “I told my mom today I was going to stay overnight at a friend’s house since I’d gotten lonely by myself. So I just have to check in with her on my cell phone at some point.” They shared a grin at her ingenuity.

“Such a naughty little girl you are, lying to your parents like that.”

She just smiled, happy knowing that the night would go on as long as they could stay awake, and then start up again in the morning. Beneath the water she reached forward and began to fondle him. “I know I’m naughty, mister,” she apologized, “I can’t help it.” She gave him a good squeeze and a tug. “Please make me naughtier. Please?”

“Well,” he said, “if it’s possible, I’m certainly willing to try. Ask and you shall receive.”

“Hey, I do have a question, actually,” she remembered. “Those girls in the videos. How come they don’t have any pubic hair?”

“They shave,” he said bluntly, “or wax, one of the two. You didn’t know girls did that?”

“They wax?! Ouch, really?? I guess that explains it, but I don’t think I’m going to wax for you, mister. I might shave though. Wanna show me how?”

“Sure, we can do that,” he pondered, thinking through the process to be sure he could. “I kind of like your little wispy red hairs, though. Do you want it all off?”

“You can leave a little if you like. Let’s start lower and work our way up!”

“Alright, but you have to get out of the tub to get what we need. In that top drawer by the sink there’s a razor and some shaving cream. Go grab that and a towel then hop back in.”

She stood up and let the water slide off her a bit before stepping out and tip toeing across the floor. Her wet young body was amazing to see, and she watched him watching her in the mirror. She made a little show of wagging her ass it him as she pretended to search for what was right there in the drawer. “Hm, let’s see. Oh! Here it is!” Then she spun around quickly. “Ha! Caught you staring at me, you dirty old man!” He didn’t even bother to respond, just continued to stare at the front of her now.

She grabbed a towel and walked back over, stepping carefully into the tub after putting the items down on the surround. “Mmm, much warmer in here.”

“Well, too bad for you, because you have to sit on the edge of the tub to do this. That’s what the towel is for.” He unfolded it partially and placed it on the lip. “Here you go, little one. Sit here, legs apart.” They shifted in the tub to accommodate one another, she on the edge with her legs wide apart, him in the water in front of her. “Would you like to apply the shaving cream?” he asked.

“Nope,” she said excitedly, “you do it since you’re doing the shaving.”

He put some cream on his fingers, then spread it about her lips carefully as far down as he could, then picked up the razor. “It’ll probably take a few passed to get you nice and smooth,” he said as he began, holding her slippery lips first to one side, then the other. She looked down in fascination while he shaved, rinsed, re-creamed and shaved her agian, until she was perfectly smooth.

“How’s that?” he said, sitting back. She reached down and gasped when she touched herself.

‘Oh my god, that feels so incredible! So sensitive and smooth. Wow!” she just smiled and continued to run her fingers up and down.

“Glad you like it. But let me check something.” He moved her hand aside and leaned forward, putting his whole mouth over her and lapping straight up between her lips. He kissed and sucked her smooth clean skin, only receiving her tanginess when he penetrated her with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” she said involuntarily as her body curled at the shock of the pleasure. “Mmm, wow that feels good! Ooohhhh, yeah!” He was devouring her roughly and unforgivingly, almost forcing her to orgasm. There was nothing that tasted better than a freshly smoothed pussy, particularly if it was only sixteen. Almost nothing.

“Ok, that works.” He stopped abruptly, sitting back,

“Hey! Don’t stop now, mister!” she protested. “That felt amazing.”

“We’re not done. Stand up and turn around please.” She did as she was told, not sure what he was up to. “Good, now bend forward from me and hold your cheeks apart. We have to get every last hair off you.”

The sight of her bending forward presenting her wet, spread ass to him made him stop for a moment, but he quickly grabbed the cream and laid it on before shaving her smooth in two passes. He rinsed her by cupping water up to her and cleaned her off with his hands, then told her to keep her cheeks apart for him. Leaning in, he put his tongue directly into her anus, eliciting yet another gasp.

“Oh my, mister! That’s nice, too.” He held her thighs and rocked her body back onto his stiff tongue, savoring anew the clean smooth skin of tight sixteen year old anus and pressing himself as far into her as he could. When his tongue began to ache he slipped it out and returned his attention to her pussy, continuing there as he had been doing before. Now she was rapidly losing control as he ravenously devoured her entire sex, moving from clitoris to lips to anus and back again. When she had to let go of her cheeks to steady herself for her approaching orgasm, he shifted his grip to her ass, holding her roughly as he squeezed her apart. In the heat of his lust he let go and gave her ass a solid smack before grabbing her again.

“Oh yeah!” she said immediately, her voice full of lust. “Spank me like that, mister.” He smacked her again. Then a third time. “Oh, yes please. Spank your naughty little girl!“ Smack, smack. “Oh my god, yes. More! Oh, I’ve been such a bad girl for you, mister. Give me the spanking I deserve. OH!!”

He was spanking both cheeks alternately now, squeezing hard after each hit to set the sting into her and rub it out, reddening her pale skin violently. He was enjoying the force of the abuse as much as she was turned on by receiving it, and he had her right on the verge of cumming. He’d focus on her clit, letting his tongue bounce on it as he hit her, then move to penetrate either of her slick holes before she could cum. He built her up as high as he could this way, wanting to give her an orgasm so big she’d all but collapse back into the water. She was shouting out now, both from the pain of the stinging blows and the incredible pleasure of it, and her knees had weakened so that she was all but on all fours, half out of the tub, leaning her weight back onto his face. With one final and continuous shout she was at last allowed to cum, and she fell forward, shaking, pulling away from his face to escape the intensity of his touch. He let her fall, still holding her, and ran his hands all over her back and her reddened ass and thighs as the shivering orgasm ran through her, enjoying again the beautiful sight of his wet, curvaceous red head, prone and quivering.

“Oh my god,” she said, reaching back between her legs to feel her newly smoothed skin. “It’s so much more sensitive. OO!!” She shivered suddenly from the stimulus of her fingers cupping her pussy, bringing her body upright. “Ok, mister,” she said, slowly standing up and stepping out of the tub, “I think you need to fuck me now.” And with that she trotted back to the bedroom.

“Hey, you’re still all wet!” Dan said, perturbed by the trail of wet footprints.

“I know!” she giggled from the other room, “That’s why you need to come fuck me, silly.” As he quickly toweled off on his way to join her, he walked in to find her tossing the sheets completely off the bed. “Hey, c’mon, you’re trashing the place!”

“I know!!” she said again, jumping onto the bed on hands and knees, wagging her butt at him. Looking back over her shoulder with a precocious smile, she dared him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m going to teach my bad little girl another lesson, is what,” he said climbing onto the bed behind her.

“Uh, uh,” she said mockingly, crawling away from him across the bed. He grabbed her by an ankle and dragged her back to him, expecting her resistance to end there. But to his surprise, she kept at it, kicking her way free of his grasp, and returned to her hands and knees, her butt still towards him. “I don’t wanna lesson,” she pouted, her eyes smiling. Her words said no, but everything about her body said come and get me.

Her game of refusal had an immediate effect, bringing out his instinct to dominate her, and his arousal at having to fight to get her. He gave he ass a firm swat to bring her under control, and she drew her breath sharply at the sting.

“Behave, little one, or there will be consequences.” He gave her other cheek a smack for emphasis.

“Ow! No! Stop it, mister,” she cooed, “I’m just a little girl. You can’t treat me like that.” She rocked forward a little on her knees, drawing her butt away from him. He again grabbed her, this time by both ankles, and pulled her back across the bed.

“Oh, yes I can. And when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you.” He let go to spank her, and she again tried to wriggle away.

“Uh, uh, mister. You can’t do that. I’m a good girl,” she teased, squirming with one ankle still in his grasp. He landed a series of spanks, alternating sides while he drew her back yet again, this time much more forcefully. Her tiny body was easy to maneuver despite the writhing, and they were both turned on by the roughness of it. “Fight all you want. You know you’re being a bad girl, and you’re going to get what you deserve.”

Yet she still resisted, rocking side to side to evade his free hand, and crawling away at every opportunity. “You’re the one being bad, mister! Spanking helpless young girls just so you can fuck them. Ow! Does that make you feel like a big man, smacking my cute little ass?” At this he landed his hand fiercely on her butt and dug in his fingers, grabbing a firm hold and literally dragging her ass back to him.