Noel, still holding Larissa by the waist, turned to Ashton and introduced her to George. "Ashton, Kylie is right about George here. I think he is about as good a guy as you'll find at these gatherings, and he has expressed an interest in getting to know you better, so if you and your father have no objections I'll turn you over to him and let you get better acquainted," he said with a glance and wink in my direction. Two other men came over and whispered to Natalie and Jenna who turned and, excusing themselves, left with the men.
George was a very nice looking man, actually what Kylie would call a hunk I'm sure, and with Noel providing the satisfactory reference, I had no objections to his being Ashton's partner. Ashton, looking like the innocent teen that she is, or was, just looked at George and shyly went to stand beside him.
Most seats were taken but we spotted an unoccupied love seat and chair near one wall and proceeded to claim them. Kylie arm in arm with me, our little group walked by several other small groups, usually one or two men with a young girl or two together. One of those groups contained a man, a older woman, and a cute young girl who, except for what was being done to her, seemed the picture of innocence. The woman was smiling at her as her hand nonchalontly fondled the girls breast beneath her thin little tank top. The man with them knelt and was running his hands up and down her legs. Her chest was well developed underneath the little tank top and the very erect nipple was obvious on the breast not covered by the woman's hand. All of this I absorbed in the 10 seconds it took to walk to our chosen seats.
"Down boy," whispered Kylie to me. "Put you eyes back in your head and lets sit down on this love seat. There's room for us and George and Ashton too, I think." I did not see how four people were going to fit on that one love seat but didn't argue. As I stood to let Kylie sit first, she said "No, you sit Parker, then I'll join you. Here, sit right there," as she pushed me down and proceeded to sit on my lap. George sat next to me and patted his lap for Ashton to sit there. (OK, so four could sit on a love seat built for two.) With only momentary hesitation, she did so. Noel and Larissa were similarly ensconced in the chair next to us. Kylie bent her head and kissed me lightly on the lips. I admit that to receive those lovely lips I had to consciously close my mouth, so astonished was I at what I was seeing going on around me that it had been hanging open.
"Comfy?" she asked with a smile.
With her warm bottom sitting directly over the center of the only brain cells that were working at the time, I nodded and said "Extremely," adding inanely, "How about you?"
Squirming on my lap a bit and causing a lump to arise beneath her that she could not help but notice, she whispered "Extremely," breaking into a mischievous grin. Then evidencing a very intensely serious expression, so attractive on such a young girl, said, " Parker, we don't need to do anything right now. I know this is all very new to you and we can just sit here and watch if you'd like." Then turning mischievous again, added in a deep little girl voice, "If I do anything to you that you don't like or want me to, just say no and I'll stop – OK?" I could not help but laugh out loud, causing some heads to turn in our direction, at her imitation of her father's little speech earlier.
"Kylie, I promise. But I doubt that will be necessary." I said.
"OK. I'm just going to snuggle here where it's so warm and let you watch a little bit. At this party we can do whatever we want to whenever we want to, so take your time." She said as she snuggled deeper into my lap, allowing my growing erection to push up slightly between her legs. "mmmmmm," she whimpered as she closed her eyes and lay her pretty little head on my shoulder and continued to move on my lap, first spreading her legs slightly to allow my member to rise as high as the restriction of my trousers would allow, then closing them and capturing that rising between her thighs.
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Despite the distraction of Kylie and her 'snuggling', I was mesmerized at the proceedings. All around me men and a few women, who could have been mothers, were beginning to openly fondle the young girls. Things had progressed with the man and woman who had started on the young innocent I had passed earlier. The girl was still standing but they had her top completely off, her panties on the floor, and she was holding her skirt, raised to the waist to allow the kneeling woman to nuzzle between her legs. Opening her eyes and noticing where I was looking, Kylie whispered that the girl was named Kristen, and that that was her mother and the man was a guy named Connor. With the mother so engaged, the man, not her father, was gently suckling her lovely breasts, softly biting at the erect nipples. Kristen was making no objections to her treatment, quite the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely, actually moving her body back and forth, slowly humping her mother's mouth. It, quite honestly, was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.
I sat watching for around five minutes before Kylie, tiring of my inattention to her, began to 'snuggle' with more enthusiasm, and, reaching for my right hand, moved it to her breast, her hand over mine. and squeezed lightly. I took the not so subtle hint, and began fondling her breast through her thin blouse, feeling the breast pushing against the fabric of her thinner bra, a hard nipple underneath very apparent. She turned her head up to me, the most beautiful blue bedroom eyes I had ever seen staring at me, lips open, moist and inviting. I leaned to her and we kissed. Such was that kiss that I lost all awareness of anything except the willing, pliant, beautiful Kylie on my lap. As we kissed she worked her hands between us and began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.
Once all buttons were undone she leaned away from me and said. "Take it off of me, Parker." I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and she busied her hands at my belt, unfastening and unzipping my trousers. My erection instantly freed through the opening in my boxers. "Now my bra," she whispered. I fumbled a bit to find a clasp in her back before she smiled and said, "It fastens in front".
"Oh," I grinned sheepishly, going to the clasp between those perfect little breasts, freeing them and pushing the bra back off of her shoulders to join the blouse on the floor. Next she was at my shirt. I had a casual pull over shirt which she pulled up and over my head with surprising agility. Then she pressed those softly firm mounds into my chest and kissed me again, her hands rubbing my back, my hands roaming down her back to cup the cheeks of her ass through the fabric of her short skirt, pulling it up and touching the bare skin of those cheeks. I thought for a moment that she must not be wearing panties, but she pulled away from me and, with a smile stood, reached under her skirt and removed the thong she had been wearing. Then kneeling she removed my shoes and socks, grabbed the legs of my trousers and pulled them, boxers and all, off of me. I was then sitting on the small sofa totally nude with an erection so intense that it actually was a little painful. Kylie was standing in front of me with only that short skirt on and it riding dangerously high. Smiling at me she pulled it higher, displaying the sexiest patch of honey blond hair at that special junction and allowing her to spread her legs and return to my lap, this time straddling me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sliding forward, stopping when she had trapped my cock between our stomachs, my aching scrotum pressing against the soft pubic hair above her pussy.
She moved – God did this little girl have moves – against me, rubbing, my cock firmly wedged between us, her skirt up above her waist. Then she moved higher, the nipples of those small breasts tangling with my chest hair, to allow my cock to slide between her spread legs. Now positioned beneath her and between her thighs, the upper part of it rubbing along her extremely moist crack and beyond. She moved back and forth as our kiss became a marathon of licking, nibbling, sucking each others mouths and tongues. Then adjusting position ever so slightly she poised my erection at just the right place and lowered her body. I entered her as she slowly, ever so slowly lowered herself onto me. Words cannot describe the exquisite pleasure such friction elicits. Just an inch or two of penetration, then back up. We broke the kiss and I looked up at her beautiful face, her expression so innocent and wanton at the same time, eyes closed, breathing faster causing her small chest to rise and fall rapidly. My mouth gravitated of its own volition to her right breast. There I suckled, savoring the womanly taste of this newly mature partner. She moaned and put her hand behind my head pressing my mouth harder against her soft breast. I bit the nipple lightly, causing more movement from her hips. With each movement, more horizontal now than vertical, more of me slipped into her most intimate of places. She moved my head to the other breast and I repeated my actions there. Her movements increased, now matched by my own thrusts. No more slow insertion. I was now plumbing her depths. With each full thrust I could feel the head of my cock hit her cervix, each time eliciting louder moans and whimpers. I bit the nipple harder then sucked as much of that small breast into my mouth as possible, laving it there with my tongue. Kylie was just an insatiable sex partner, wanting more and more it seemed. My resistance was fading and there was no way I could last more than a minute longer if this kept up. I moved my hands from her back down to her hips to slow her down a little. Sensing that I needed to slow down, she slowed her movements to a near halt, me buried to the hilt. Then, the most amazing thing that I have ever felt, not from any other partner I have ever had, and I've had a few, happened. Sitting perfectly still with me embedded in her, she started squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing, then relaxing, those vaginal muscles. Over and over and over.
