Heather Brown: Blow girl

Loneliness made me start to daydream about Margot getting married and my having brothers and sisters and a father. I started really looking at the men she dated, trying to decide which of them I'd most want for my father. I liked several of them, but when Lou started staying overnight a couple of times a week, I decided he'd do nicely. He liked me and brought me small gifts when he brought Margot something. When I went to bed he'd kiss me good night and tell me not to forget my prayers. Later, hearing Lou's and Margot's soft voices and smothered laughter from the room next to mine, I'd fall asleep quickly, certain that my dreams were about to come true.

One evening I was home alone while Margot was off someplace. I was watching television when there was a knock on the door. Margot had given me explicit instructions never to open the door when I was home alone, but she had never spelled out why, and I was so lonely the prospect of being around another person, even a stranger, was exciting to me.

I answered the door and saw that it was Lou. "I thought you were out with Margot," I said over the chain lock that permitted the door to open a few inches.

"Uh, no," he said. "Well, uh, I was, but something came up that, uh, she had to take care of, so I came back here to wait for her. Do you mind if I come in?" In all of my ten-year-old innocence I thought nothing of it and undid the chain and let him in, and went back to the couch in front of the television set.

Lou stood in the middle of the room and asked, "Do you mind if I sit down next to you?"

"Why?" I said, "You want to watch television with me?"

"No," he said, "I thought we might sit and talk. You know, I've never gotten the chance to know you as well as I'd like because I'm always busy with your mother."

This approach was, of course, irresistible to me. He was interested in me! It seemed to me in my naivete that he wanted to be my father. I blurted out, "Are you going to marry Margot and be my daddy?"

"Well, maybe," he said, "but first we've got to get to know each other. I want us to get to know each other very well."

"Okay."

"I'll show you something very special if you'll turn off the TV," he said soothingly.

"Oh, goodie," I said, getting up to turn off the set. "What are you going to show me? I just love surprises." I turned around to walk back to the couch from the television. It was then that I saw he was unbuttoning his pants. I knew there was a difference between men and women down there, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. The idea that Lou was going to show me made me very interested. I blurted out, "Are you going to show me your… your thing?"

"Uh, well,…." he stammered. He seemed nervous. I couldn't understand why.

"That's all right," I said cheerfully, "I'd love to see it."

"Okay, then come over here, little one," he said as he finished unbuttoning his pants and stuck his hand inside the opening and pulled out his cock. It was long and curved with a bright-red knob on the end of it. I was astonished that it could be so big.

"Doesn't it hurt you walking around with it inside your pants?" I asked.

"No," he laughed, "it's not always this big. It only gets like this when I'm around someone I like, and I like you very much."

I was thrilled that he liked me. This opened a whole new door to me, a way I would be able to see if a man liked me, a wonderful surprise for a lonely little girl. "Can I touch it?" I asked.

"Of course. I wish you would," he said eagerly.

I leaned over him and ran my little fingers over his cock, lingering here and there, tracing my fingers along the outline of the huge pulsating vein that ran up its shaft, and then circling the throbbing tip of it. Then I noticed a little drop of moisture had appeared out of the small slit at the end of it. "Oh, what's that?" I said with alarm. "You're leaking."

He laughed again. "Na, I'm not leaking. I'm trying to show you how much I like you. When I like someone, not only does it grow, but makes a special milk if I really like someone in an extra-special way.

I was fascinated by what he was saying, but even more by the huge column of flesh twitching between his legs. My little cunt began to tighten and I absent-mindedly began to rub it, which made it feel even better.

Suddenly I became aware of what I was doing and blushed. "Don't worry," he reassured me, "that's the way you're supposed to feel down there when you like somebody. The way you feel just means you like me as much as I like you. Why don't we take off our clothes and I'll show you."

I hesitated a moment, but the lure of acceptance, of somebody liking me for myself alone, was too much for me to resist. "Okay," I agreed as I quickly shucked off my sneakers and stepped out of my checkered dress and white cotton underpants. I stood naked in front of him, my ten-year-old body panting with excitement, my hairless, inexperienced cunt feeling strangely hot and wet at the same time.

Lou was naked now, all six feet of him, with swirls of dark curly hair on his chest working down into a dark clump at his crotch from which his quivering cock insistently protruded.

Lou pulled me to the couch, and picking me up, placed my body so that it straddled his head and pushed my cunt against his mouth. His tongue shot into my warm, damp honey pat and I could feel strange juices flowing from my palpitating slit. He located the hard little nub of my clitoris and pushed his tongue against it. My ass was rolling sound an his face, and as I felt the thrilling suction of his mouth on my little clit, I went into a frenzied spasm. My body shook and my legs stiffened. The only thing in my experience that had compared with the feeling was when I had to go to the bathroom badly and had held it for a long time and then felt the relief of finally going. Almost automatically I raised myself up just a trifle and started to piss. Lou felt the liquid oozing out and opened his mouth wide to swallow the golden stream that gushed from my wide-open cunt.

Then Lou slid out from under me. At first I thought there was something wrong, but when he placed me on my back and started kissing me all over, all my restraint and hesitation left me. As if some voice in the back of my mind was telling me what to do next, I wiggled into a position so that Lou could mouth my cunt. I didn't know if the feeling of wetness between my legs was coming from Lou's mouth or from inside of me, but II loved it, and the wetness was growing. I began to shake and my crotch bumped hard against his mouth. I could see by the expression on Lou's face that he was suddenly scared, but he raised his head and when he saw a smile on my face he smiled back.

"Would you like to suck me?" he said.

I couldn't think of any other answer but "Okay." If this was what having a father was like, I loved it.

We repositioned ourselves and he lay back on the couch. Somehow, I just knew instinctively what to do. I slid my tongue along the length of his cock and gently nibbled at the skin. Then I lapped his balls, then took the head of his cock into my mouth and began sucking. I tried in vain to get the whole length of his cock into my tiny mouth but couldn't. But I could tell by the way he was moaning and writhing it made no difference. Suddenly, feeling adventurous, I kept his prick in my mouth and shifted around so that I could straddle Lou's face, placing my hot little cunt against his mouth while I kept sucking. He opened his mouth and I began to piss again. He took every drop and kept his tongue busy in my gooey, sloppy cunt. His tongue worked avidly in my cunt. My hips were churning. I could feel his cock growing even harder in my mouth. Something dribbled from it into my mouth, which was, I was quickly to learn, a hint of the cascade of burning sticky cum that spurted forth in another second in delicious spasms. As the jism spewed into my eager mouth, my body shuddered and stiffened to the exploding of a million rockets and slowly sailed a million miles into space.