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The Girls of Thailand Chapter Four
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THE GIRLS OF THAILAND
The following story is fiction, All characters portrayed in this story are
non-existent. Any resemblance to real people, dead, alive, is truly
coincidental.
This story contains scenes of men having sex with minor girls. If this
type of material offends you, exit now, and do not continue. If you are
under the age of eighteen, or are under the legal age in your city, state,
or country to read adult stories, exit now and do not continue.
THE GIRLS OF THAILAND
Chapter Four
After seeing how much the little girl enjoyed it, the girls got back in a
line, and I first went up to the ones who had put their clothes back on.
They were all having a great time I could tell, even though we didn't
speak the same language. While in some ways they acted very shy, they were
all eager to find out what new game this strange American man was going to
show them next, and bashfulness gave way to the youthful exploration of
the group. One by one I reached into their cheap cotton shirts and caressed
their little chests, no matter how much tit they did or didn't have. The
other little eleven year old, who had nearly cum on my finger her first
time through the line, had the cutest-feeling explosions just beginning to
sprout on her chest, and when I played with her hard nipple points she let
out a little scream, almost overcome with pleasure, and then blushingly
ran back to the end of the line. She had been so titillated and frustrated
by my fingers in her pussy that my stroking her nipples almost put her
over the edge. I knew I had a winner here, as I just love it when a young
girl who barely has budding breasts, can derive that much pleasure from
the sensitivity of her newly-forming sex-organs. I then started back under
their skirts and started again stroking their wet nubile pussies through
their underpants, if they had any. But this time I was slower and more
gentle in my fingering of them, squeezing my finger in and moving it around
but not at a frantic pace. I got the most pleasure from the one who had
panties on, and sliding my fingers through their leg-holes to get to their
slick pussies. It was as if I knew I was doing something forbidden, and
their panties were reminders of that.
All this finger-play had the effect of building their own intensity to a
higher level, as well as my own, but I would always stop before they got
too carried away. As I finished with one girl she would moan a little,
then giggle with the others waiting in line, and hurry to the end of the
line, waiting for her next turn. On the third time through the line, when
all had been through twice, I had each of them reach into my pants and
start playing with my dick. Up until now I had been doing all the
touching, and that was great, but now a new dimension was added. They had
to become active participants now and they fell to their new role with
much enthusiasm. Some would squeeze it quickly and scream to their cohorts
and rush away to the end of the line. One was almost afraid to touch it,
and looked as if she was about to cry. The others quickly scolded her and
I think told her that it was OK, or fun, or something, because the next
time she came down the line, she reached into my pants and looked up at me
and tried to smile. I patted her on the head with one hand while fingering
her wet pussy crease with the other, through her tight little panties, and
was very pleased to see her overcome her fears and almost enjoy touching
my rock-hard dick. When the time came for my sexy little eleven year old
to reach for my cock, I could hardly wait, and apparently neither could
she. She came up to me slowly, smiling bashfully, and then turned her head
as she reached into my stretched-out underpants. I quickly went through
all the baseball averages of the top home- run hitters, and anything else
I could think of to stall my imminent eruption. We were both extremely
excited, and I think we both knew it, and as much as I wanted her to
continue fondling my pole, I knew I'd better stop her or I would come
right then.
It was now time for the next progression in our systematic march towards
ecstasy. They were all losing any inhibitions they might have come in
with, and when I pulled up the skirt of my favorite eleven year old and
pulled down her tattered panties, an exhilarating gasp rippled through all
the girls. I dropped to my knees and simply stared at the most beautiful
young Venus-mound I had ever seen. I think everyone in the room was
holding their breath, until I lowered my head and nervously kissed her
pussy. She and I were both shaking by now, and it was all I could do to
not spread her on my bed and immediately fuck this beauty. But I didn't,
and somehow I managed to gain enough control to just lick this slick crack
enough to cause her to moan, and then I motioned for the next girl to come
over to me. By this time all of them were willing to have their panties
pulled down, and on the third time, after finally stepping out of my pants
completely, leaving on just my underpants, the girls removed their panties
just before I got to them, eagerly waiting to be sucked, while they pulled
on my erect staff.
My favorite eleven-year-old had the sweetest pussy of them all. I don't
think she had orgasmed yet, but her juices were rolling down her legs. Her
shiny mound was slightly puffy, but without a trace of hair, and the edges
of her labia were obviously engorged. If she hadn't cum yet she was very
close. It was murder to not finish up with her and bring us both off right
then, but I held out for what I hoped would be something more.
The other eleven-year-old was average looking, but also very sexy, in just
a skimpy T-shirt, and her bare pussy exposed to my hungry eyes and
fingers, and tongue. Her tit-growth was not as advanced as my cutey, but
her nipples were bigger and poked her shirt the most. The twelve-year-old
had those lemon-sized breasts and no pubic hair. The girls allowed me to
photograph them with their legs spread and even some would put their own
fingers in their pussies. With everyone obviously thoroughly into our fun
and games, I figured that I was in for one hot night. But when I decided
to expand the play a bit, and began to pull my shorts down, letting my
raging hard-on spring forth in the open, the games ended abruptly. The six
year old girl with the eager pussy that I had sucked first, said the
equivalent of "Oh, no!" and began putting her clothes back on. The other
girls followed suit and I was left by myself.
I figured that the girls were not yet ready to see my dick or to see me
naked. Hopefully they would not be so shy in ones or twos. I found out
later that day that my cute little eleven year old was named Sue-Lin.
Somehow I knew that Sue-Lin hadn't wanted to leave with the others, but
she did anyway.
The next afternoon I saw Sue-Lin sitting on the street curb right outside
my house. She looked rather pitiful there, in her torn and tattered dress
that was much too small, and obviously very old. It was a busy day on the
street and no one else seemed to notice her just sitting there all alone,
her chin in her hands, apparently with nothing on her mind. But to me it
seemed that she did indeed have something on her mind, as every so often
she would look furtively up and down the street, and then stand on her tip
toes peering over the fence looking up to my window. Then, I guess not
being able to see any movement inside, she sat back down on the curb,
resuming her former blank stare. I was overjoyed as I believed she had
come back just to see me, and maybe resume our play of the day before. I
was pleased that she was brave enough to come back, especially since all
of her girl friends had run away when I had exposed my rude, and apparently
intimidating, hard-on. I still didn't know why they had ended our session
when I dropped my shorts, since only moments before we had all been
playing quite freely with each others parts, and their "parts" were fully
exposed.
Finally after about her third or fourth time of peeking into my room
window, I suddenly appeared there, as if by accident, and gave her a big
smile. She looked startled at first, then embarrassed, but I quickly waved
at her to come around the side and come in. After looking up and down the
street a few times she rushed around the side and into my open door. It
was awkward at first, not speaking each others' language, but I motioned
her to sit on my bedside, while I went to the icebox to get some lemonade
for us. This was a big treat for her I think, and she uttered something
that must have meant "thank you".
Sometimes words are unnecessary, and even hinder proper actions, so a few
minutes after she arrived, I had her sitting on my lap, while I snuggled
into her ear whispering all kinds of sweet nothings which she couldn't
understand but got her relaxed and giggling just the same. I then began
tickling her gently, not threateningly, but playfully, around her stomach
and on her bare legs. I noticed immediately that she had nothing on her top
underneath that thin and torn dress, as was the custom with the poor of
Bangkok, and the warmth of her youthful body came searing through. As my
fingers would slide along her hips there on my lap, I felt the band of her
panties through her thin dress. I was glad she was wearing panties under
her dress. If and when I got to touch her in that area, it wouldn't be
such a shock through her panties, as it might be on her bare skin.
She loved every minute of our playtime and soon was tickling me back,
feeling a lot more comfortable here with me alone. I wanted to find out
how "comfortable", so soon my tickling fingers were reaching through some
of the larger holes in the top of her dress and touching the bare skin of
her tiny chest, in between her titties. This only increased her excitement
and her response was to immediately pull up my shirt and tickle me on my
chest. I looked in her eyes and she returned my stare, and then the
feverish tickling gradually became something more subdued, and less
frantic. I finally broke the stare and reached through a wide space in her
dress and touched her bare little tittie and nuzzled her face with my
nose, then quickly removed my hand. Her response was to grab my nipple and
squeeze it, while making a little face of her own at the same time, as if
to say "take that". So I did.
Continued in THE GIRLS OF THAILAND: Chapter Five
Thewiz
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