Marli and I, Part 6

To describe the feelings I had after that moment would be difficult. Naturally the erection I had was only a vague and very distant memory. But physically, I felt as though I suddenly had gallons of ice water in my intestines; the clenching, twisting sickness in my insides left me feeling as though I might either vomit or shit myself at any moment. Here I was worried about Marli telling my daughter, maybe telling her older sister, maybe her mom. It never occurred to me that she might tell Deena.

I wasn’t sure I could, but I tried to stand up. My head was spinning and my legs felt weak. If she told Deena, who else did she tell??? I wondered to myself. Oh shit, this is not good. This is not good at all.

I managed to get to my feet and collect myself just as I heard the bathroom door open around the corner. Marli had only been in there for a few minutes, but a lot had happened in those few minutes. A lot.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Marli asked. I must have looked the same way I felt.

I had no words. I stared at Marli, not seeing her, before regaining my senses, at which point I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. In sight of Deena but out of earshot.

I sat Marli on one of the stools and took a drink of water, instantly regretting it. My stomach was in knots.

Taking a deep breath, “You told Deena?!?”

“Huh?” she said, quizzically.

I related the story of what happened while she was gone (leaving out, of course, just how much I had enjoyed it), and what Deena had said afterward.

Marli giggled quietly. “She said she was going to do that. I didn’t believe her.”

“You knew?!” I asked, incredulous.

“Well no, she says she’ll do lots of things. Doesn’t mean she’ll do them. I thought she’d forget.” she explained calmly.

“But why did you tell her?” I asked, trying to keep my composure as I did the mental math of just how many years I might serve.

“I had to.” she said.

Again, no words. I’m pretty sure there was no requirement for this. I’d get a ruling later.

“What? Why???”

“Do you remember I told you about when I caught Cara?” Marli asked.

“Of course.” I said. Marli was referring to the time she’d caught her older sister Cara masturbating, and her sister proceeded to give her an education on the topic.

“Well the same thing happened to me a few days ago. Deena walked in on me in the bathroom and I was in the bathtub…doing stuff.” she said, blushing.

“And you told her about us?” I said, panicking.

“Well not right away. She asked what I was doing. And later it sort of slipped out. But don’t worry. She’ll never tell anyone.” she said.

“Honey, I appreciate that you think you can trust your sister, but she is ten years old. You’re eleven and you just told someone accidentally.” I reminded her.

“I’ll be twelve next week!” she said brightly, missing the point entirely. I decided to drop it and move on. Nobody of importance had been told, and getting freaked out and angry at Marli would be counterproductive.

“Oh that’s right! You’ll have to have a sleepover with Amber so we can celebrate.” I said, grinning wickedly. “So, what did your sister catch you doing?” I asked innocently.

“When mommy took us shopping, she let us pick out a bunch of stuff and I got a new brush.” she said.

I stood there, blinking, wondering if she’d heard my question correctly. The non sequitur threw me. “Huh?”

“Remember? I told you I use a brush…when I…play.” she said, urging me to get the hint.

“Oh!! Yes of course I remember!” I exclaimed. Marli had caught Cara fucking herself with the handle of a hairbrush. In turn, after Cara ‘showed her the ropes’ so to speak, Marli had taken to doing the same. In fact, Cara had taken Marli’s virginity with a brush, much to my disappointment.

“So when mommy took us shopping, I picked one out to play with.” she explained. “And I was playing with it in the tub and stupid Deena came running in without knocking and saw me. I had gotten it all the way in, too!” she said proudly. “I want to try that tonight.”

The word “that” was a game-changer. I gulped for air, my head spinning. “Wait, are you saying you had the brush in your butt?!” I asked, making sure I was still whispering.

“Of course, silly. I told you I wanted to try it. So when my mom offered to buy me a new brush I picked one out that I could use for practice.” she said nonchalantly. As I mentioned earlier, during our weekend together, I had come to learn that Marli had a thing for having her butt played with. Early on, I had explained to her that some women could experience orgasm anally. I wasn’t sure if that was even true or not; my college girlfriend told me she could, but I was skeptical because my ex told me there was no way. So when I couldn’t get my dick into Marli’s pussy because it was too tight, I gave her the oral and anal options, just hoping for some relief as my balls had already raced past blue and were rapidly closing in on violet. She had chosen oral (and did a fine job at it, I might add!), but apparently the anal idea had awakened something in her. Over the weekend I continued to pay attention to her asshole, and she enjoyed it immensely, even doing it to herself once while she sucked me off in the shower. She had told me that weekend that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass (well, not in those words, of course) the next time we were together, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Apparently she was serious, and had begun preparing for it on her own in advance.

“For practice?” I said dumbly. I had heard her just fine; I just wanted her to continue.

“Uh huh.” she said, nodding. “I got one with a bigger handle than my other one. And I got it all the way in.” she said again.

“And Deena caught you?” I asked.

Marli frowned. “Yes. I was in the shower so I could use some of this slippery stuff my mom keeps in the bathroom, but I forgot to lock the door. Stupid Deena.” she said.

“What did she say?”

“She asked what I was doing cuz I still had the dang thing in there; I couldn’t hide it. So I ended up telling her about Cara putting a brush in her vagina, and how I did too sometimes. She asked why and I said because it feels good. She asked if it felt good to have the brush in my butt like I did, and I told her it felt really good to me, but not everyone likes it.” she explained.

“And then what?” I asked, hoping for more.

“Then she wanted to try it, but I said she was too little to use the brush. But I showed her how she could rub the outside and it feels nice.” she said. “She tried it for a little while but had to pee.”

“Is that when you told her about us?” I asked.

“No, after she peed she went outside to play cuz she had friends over.” she said.

“So when did you tell her?” I asked, enjoying the cute story but really needing her to get to the point.

“When we were going to sleep that night. She got in bed with me so we could whisper and asked about it again. She asked if I did it a lot, and she asked if she should start doing it. I told her she could if she wanted, but only in private. So she started doing it then and I did too. And then I told her it feels really good when someone puts their mouth down there and licks, because I was thinking of when you did that to me.” she said, smiling.

“I’m glad you liked it.” I said. “Then what happened?”

“She got all weirded out because she thought it was dirty, but I told her no, it feels great and I told her about the fally feeling (Marli’s term for orgasm) you can have. She asked if anyone had done that to me and I said yes. She asked if it was Cara and I said no, so she asked who it was. I didn’t know what to tell her and she wouldn’t leave me alone about it, so I said if I told her, she couldn’t tell anyone else ever, and she said she wouldn’t, so I told her about you. Then when she found out she was coming here tonight she said she was gonna ask you to do that to her, but I thought she’d be too embarrassed.” she said.

“Well she didn’t exactly ask.” I said, with mock indignance.

Marli laughed. “Was she gross?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“No. She didn’t taste as good as you do, but it was okay. Why?”

“Just wondering.” said Marli, obviously not wishing to go further.

“Listen, sweetheart,” I said, taking Marli’s face in my hands and pulling her close. “I love you, but we can’t talk to anyone about anything we do, or we’ll never see each other again, okay?”

Her eyes wet, Marli nodded. I kissed her to let her know it was okay. It wasn’t okay, and I was terrified, but she would never understand that.

She smiled appreciatively and we went to the living room to join Deena.

I sat on the couch and Deena pulled Marli to her, whispering in her ear. I apparently was the topic of conversation, as both girls kept stopping and looking at me, sometimes giggling. She was probably telling Marli that she’d done what she said she would. I wasn’t worried; I knew Marli would tell me everything later.

I sat on the couch while the girls snuggled under a blanket together on the floor watching television.

“Took her long enough.” Marli whispered, referring to Deena, who’d finally fallen asleep. Marli bundled her up so she’d be warm.

“Will she stay asleep?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Marli said dubiously.

“Well then we’d better get moving!” I said. Despite the earlier setbacks, I was still desperately horny after witnessing Marli’s masturbation session on the sofa.

“Pervert.” said Marli, smiling broadly. I smacked her on the butt as she walked past me.

Marli headed upstairs while I locked up the house and turned off most of the lights, keeping Deena in mind should she wake up. Then I went upstairs to join Marli.

I found a short trail of clothes on my bedroom floor, and my lovely little girlfriend, covers pulled to her nose, clearly smiling happily at me.

“Aww, I wanted to unwrap my present.” I said, pouting. Marli giggled.

I locked the bedroom door and added most of my clothes to Marli’s. I left my shorts on as I climbed into bed, causing Marli to cluck with disapproval.

“I wanna see.” she protested.

Standing back up, I slid my boxers down and stepped out of them. Marli’s smile broadened further, and she pulled the sheets all the way over her head, giggling.

I joined her then, and pulled her close to me, her lithe body so tiny next to mine. I slid my hand down her back and cupped her small bottom, kneading the soft, perfect flesh with my fingers. Marli wrapped her arms around my neck as she expertly pressed her soft mouth into mine. Two weeks ago Marli had no idea how to kiss as a lover; now she was a seasoned pro. As her tongue found mine, my engorged cock somehow found a new level of hardness and I groaned into her mouth as she held me tightly.

Removing one hand from my neck, Marli took my penis in her small hand, and guided it between her thighs as she closed them around it, holding it snugly against her little cunt. She moaned at the contact. It took all my will power not to just start humping madly into the gap between her legs. Marli reached around behind herself to touch my cockhead where it poked out between her legs and she touched me softly, stroking the tip of my dick with her fingertips, smearing my precum around my shaft as she gently thrust her hips against mine. She broke our kiss putting her face in my chest and whimpering softly as she hunched against my cock. Soon the wetness from her arousal joined my precum, making her crotch wonderfully slippery as she squeezed me tightly, milking me.

As her speed picked up, I could tell she was nearing orgasm. I badly wanted to let her finish, but there was no way I could hold off my own explosive release. I waited as long as I could, hoping she would win the race, but I was just too close. I had to stop. She groaned in frustration when I pushed her hips backward, removing my cock from between her legs.

“I was so close.” she said, panting, looking almost irritated.

“So was I, that’s why I stopped.” I explained.

“Can we do it now?” she asked pleadingly.

“I need to wait a bit.” I said. “I’ll cum too fast now.”

“I don’t care!” she said.

“It won’t be long. Promise.” I said.

Marli was clearly frustrated. Not angry, but definitely not happy. I didn’t want to just masturbate myself against her, nice as it felt. I wanted to fuck her again.

“I’m sorry Marli. I’ll make it up to you.”

I kissed Marli’s neck and budding chest as I made my way down her body. She moaned softly as I kissed past her tummy and to the top of her mons, noticing that she had started to add a few sparse hairs to the nearly invisible downy fuzz on her pussy. I thought of saying something about it but dismissed the idea as I slid my tongue down to her vagina and pressed it into her clit, causing her to gasp. I slid my tongue further down her swollen slit, tasting the tangy wetness of her arousal mixed with something new: my precum. I licked deep into her sex, pressing my tongue into her little pussy hole, which was now leaking copious amounts of fluid, which I lapped up eagerly. I ran my tongue north again, encircling her clit tightly and sucking it between my lips, causing Marli to gasp and moan. She grabbed my hair above my ears and pulled my mouth hard into her cunt as she hunched herself against my lips, and I sucked her clit even harder.

I brought my middle finger to her opening and lubricated it with her wetness before steadily plunging it as deep as it would go. Marli was a sight; her head was rolling back and forth, eyes open, then closed, then staring blindly as she neared her orgasm. Suddenly she pulled my face away from her sopping pussy.

“I want you inside me.” she said, staring into my eyes longingly.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I quickly kissed my way back up her chest, stopping briefly to kiss her. Her intensity increased when she tasted herself on my lips. I smiled inwardly. Marli had tasted herself once before but had downplayed her feelings about it. Now her actions betrayed her; it seemed to drive her crazy, and she kissed me for a long time before letting me go.

Marli was on her back, looking up at me, her knees only just spread wide enough to remain in contact with my hips. She hooked her legs around mine as I placed the head of my cock at her wet opening, pausing briefly before I pushed into her. When Marli and I first tried to have sex, she suffered a great deal of pain because she was so tight. Even with my very average-sized penis, it was a struggle. But we got through it and had no further problems. Seeing the head of my dick pressing against her made me feel like I was massive. Her pussy (and body!) looked impossibly small from this perspective, and I wondered how I’d ever gotten the thing all the way into her before without damaging something important. I took my cock and ran it up and down the length of her slit, mixing her wetness with my precum, painting her young cunt with our combined arousal. I knew Marli loved the feeling of this, and each time as I slid away from her clit and down to her little fuck hole, I pressed a little deeper, but at most only an inch or so. Finally, I tired of teasing her (and myself) and pushed slowly but insistently inside her. Marli inhaled sharply, with an audible hiss, but I didn’t stop. Her mouth opened wide as I pressed into her, stretching her little pussy with my engorged cock. I thrust forward, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. My balls came to rest against her skin just as the tip of my cock flattened against her cervix. I paused and stayed there, her tight little cunt filled completely. I could feel her muscles moving. Not yet strong enough to squeeze me, but very clearly rippling and reacting to the intrusion. I waited for her to become comfortable; her eyes, watering ever so slightly, never left mine. Her mouth still agape in seeming disbelief.

After a few moments, I started to retreat and Marli gasped again just as I began my outstroke. I pulled completely out of her, pausing at the top for half a second before driving back into her. Marli tried to keep quiet, but couldn’t, and was now moaning loudly as I filled her again and again. I slowed down my strokes, not wanting either of us to cum too soon. I was already getting close.

“Why’d you…stop?” she panted.

“I don’t want to cum yet. You feel so good I was really close and had to stop.” I explained.

“Do you want to…try it…the other way?” she asked.

“Other way?”

“From behind me.” she said hopefully. Apparently, Marli didn’t know the term doggy-style.

“Oh! Anything you want, sweetheart.” I said, but stayed put, still buried in her, feeling the heat of her body against mine. “We can do it from behind.”

“I mean I want to try it the other way.” she said for clarification. “I’ve been practicing.” she reminded me with a smile.

“Ahh, I see. Marli, are you asking me to buttfuck you?” I said teasingly.

Marli started laughing so hard she almost pushed me completely out of her. She covered her mouth with her hands as she giggled.

I withdrew a few inches before ramming my cock forcefully back into her. That stopped the giggling. She looked at me, dumbstruck, her mouth frozen where it was.

“Well, are you?” I asked, more insistently. A slow, dopey nod from Marli.

“So, ask me.” I told her.

“Will you?” she asked timidly.

“Will I what? You have to use the words.” I reminded her.

“But I’m not allowed to say that word.” she said.

“Sure you can. You’ll see.” and with that I pulled out of Marli completely and rotated her to her knees. I reached over into my nightstand to retrieve the massage oil I kept there. I had used this on her before. My cock was already slippery with Marli’s juices, but I slathered it in oil anyway. I didn’t want to hurt her. Marli was face down, knees wide, her pussy and ass spread obscenely before me as she looked back over her shoulder at me, waiting. I bent down and licked around her tiny rosebud before plunging my tongue into it as far as it would go. The tangy muskiness of her little butthole was intoxicating. Marli turned her face down and began moaning, practically screaming into the pillow. This is something I would never have done with my ex (or any other woman I can think of, for that matter), but with Marli I functioned on a different level. I’d have done anything for her. Or to her.

Her tight little hole now lubricated with my saliva, I stood back up and began rubbing her butt with my thumb, taking some of the excess oil from my cock and depositing it on her asshole. Marli was in heaven; she very clearly loved having her ass played with, that much was certain. When I pushed my finger into her she stiffened, but instantly recovered and pushed back against me, willing me deeper. I entered much more easily now than I had before. Noticeably so.

“Damn, you really have been practicing.” I marveled. “Just how big is that brush?” I asked her.

She looked at her hands and made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and judged them before showing me. It looked to be well over an inch. Maybe an inch and half. Holy shit.

“How long is it?” I asked.

Marli had to prop herself up on her elbows to demonstrate the length of the handle, her fingertips about six inches apart. About the same length as me. Holy shit! I began to wonder to myself about the true motivations of hairbrush manufacturers.

“Really? And you got the whole thing in??” I asked, incredulous. A nod from Marli, proud of her accomplishment.

“How many times did you do this?” I asked, expecting an answer of two or three.

“Every day.” Marli replied matter-of-factly. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. Of course I fuck myself in the ass every day with a hairbrush the size of a damned tree trunk, you ninny.

I stood there absorbing what she’d said, my eyes blinking slowly for a very long time before I remembered to breathe.

Marli looked back at me to see what I was doing. She was patient but still very horny and pushing insistently back against my finger, which was still in her ass.

Well it seemed Marli had found a hobby she enjoyed. That girl I dated in college had a major thing for the back door, but I thought she was an anomaly. My ex absolutely hated it, though I did talk her into it on a couple of occasions. And eleven years old (almost twelve), buying a specific hairbrush (with her mom!) for the express purpose of preparing herself to be fucked in the ass by a grown man. I was lucky enough to be that man.

“So what do you want me to do?” I said, smiling wickedly as I removed my finger and centered myself behind her hips. I once again ran my dick the length of her slit, but this time I didn’t stop at the bottom (now top, as she was on her knees) of her cleft, but kept moving north to her little butthole, pressing the well-oiled head of my cock against the puckered ring of flesh, spreading the lubrication around. Marli groaned into the pillow before looking over her shoulder at me.

“I can’t.” she said, pouting. “I’m not supposed to say that word.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be doing this, either, sweetie.” I said, laughing.

The logic only took a moment to register. “Very funny.” she said.

I continued to paint her tiny asshole with the massage oil, my precum now flowing copiously.

“Buttfuck me.” she mumbled, barely whispering and facing away from me. She should know better than that.

“What honey? Did you say something?” I asked patronizingly.

This time she snapped her hair around and looked over her shoulder right at me. “Buttfuck me, Dan.” she demanded. “Buttfuck me.”

I didn’t even reply. I couldn’t. The sheer hotness of the statement coming from her nearly caused me to have a stroke. Hell, maybe I did have one; time had seemed to slow down in that moment between breaking eye contact with her after her command and refocusing on pressing the tip of my impossibly hard dick into her ass, my shaft glistening with all the oil I’d applied to it.

As the head disappeared into the tiny ring, Marli gasped, but accepted me with little difficulty. I pulled her hips to me and up, to improve the angle as I entered her. Marli complied and let me move her as I needed.

I added just a bit more oil to the top of my dick as it slowly disappeared into her rectum. I was so glad her mom bought her that brush. Marli let out a guttural groan as I filled her. I couldn’t believe the amount of heat I was feeling in my cock. Her ass seemed to be twenty degrees hotter than her pussy. I steadily pressed forward, nearly at the base of my shaft, my hands on her waist, pulling her onto me.

Marli gathered the pillow to herself to rest her head on it. Her other hand reached underneath, and as my balls finally pressed against her pussy, I could feel her hand there, rubbing her pussy with broad strokes. I held her there, pressed hard into her ass as she writhed in my hands, clearly enjoying what we were doing. “Mmmmmmmnh.” she said.

“It doesn’t hurt?” I asked?

“Mmmm…not at alllll.” she said dreamily, wriggling her butt, seemingly trying to get me deeper. I am really gonna have to thank her mom for getting her that brush…

We stayed like that for a minute, locked tightly together, before she started to pull away from me, signaling it was time to get down to business. I kept my hands on her tiny waist, not wanting her to pull completely off of me before I slowly slipped back into her. Her little asshole was stretched tightly around my cock, but thanks to all the oil (and Marli’s hairbrush, apparently), she accommodated me like a champ, and I could start fucking her with full, deep strokes. Marli was in heaven, moaning into her pillow, sometimes stealing glances back at me as I fucked her harder, her hand still at work on her little cunt. Her breathing grew more and more ragged as we both got closer to orgasm. I was already close, but wanted to make sure she got there before me.

“Ungh…ungh…ungh” Marli grunted in time with my strokes, my balls slapping against her hand as she rubbed her pussy frantically. “I’m…ungh….so….ungh….clo-”

A quiet knock on the door…

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