Bacon And Eggs - Sex Stories

Bacon And Eggs

... imagined Bekki.

I was past the point of return when she opened the door.

I grunted, "Sorry," and exploded.

"Oh!" Bekki said. "I'm sorry! I didn't realise you were in here! Emm's asleep! I needed to pee!"

"Jeez," I said, once I could breathe again. "Shit."

Her cheeks flushed.

"It's ok," I said. "Sorry. I thought the door --. Please don't tell Emma. Our secret, ok?"

"Ooookay," she said, slowly. "Well. I'll help you clean up the floor."

She unrolled some toilet paper, wadded it up, and got down on her knees.

I should've stopped her, but I didn't. Her shorts barely covered the curve of her butt cheeks, and I stared as she wiped the floor. I noticed she got a tiny bit of cum on her bare finger.

"Gosh," she said. "You made a big mess."

"I know. Jeez. Here. Let me throw those away."

"Ok."

She handed me the sperm-soaked tissues.

"You, uhm, on your finger," I said.

She licked her finger.

I died inside.

"Want to wash your hands?" I asked.

"No. All clean, now."

She smiled up at me, still on her knees.

I couldn't believe this teenager just cleaned my cum off the floor while I stood there naked. I didn't know what to do, so I offered her my hand to help her up.

"Don't you want me to clean this, too?"

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my semi-erect penis. The gentle pressure of her hand squeezed out one last dribble of sperm.

She opened her mouth and licked my penis's head clean. Swallowed, and smiled up at ...

... me.

"There. All clean now."

Her tongue was soft and warm.

"Fuck," I groaned. "Have you ever even seen one before?"

"No," she said, "but I know girls lick them. It tastes nice. Salty."

I took in the contrasts. Her smooth skin, my hairy body. Her innocent eyes, my penis resting in her hand. Her on her knees, cleaning up after me, me standing over her. I felt dominant and strong, yet helpless in her tiny hand. It was so wrong, and arousing.

She studied my privates.

"You haven't got any hair down there," she said. "Why?"

"I shave," I said. "I like the way it feels when I, you know. Touch myself."

Her fingers explored my smooth testicles.

"I shave, too," she said. "As soon as it started growing."

I know it was wrong to ask, but everything was already wrong, and I had to know. Plus, her gentle fingers felt so good on my testicles. A tickle. A tingle. Even though I just orgasmed, I could feel my arousal.

"Do you ever, you know. Touch yourself? Like I was?"

She blushed.

"Well, yeah, sometimes."

"Does it feel good?"

"I guess, yes."

The head of my penis was starting to grow in her hand.

"It's getting bigger," she said

"Your hand," I said. "It feels good. What happens to you when it feels good?"

"Er ... well. I get tingly. You know, down here."

Her other hand dropped between her legs.

"And I get a bit wet."

"Oh," I tried to say, but it came out mostly as a groan.

She continued to massage my cock with her other hand, ...