- by Alvo Torelli, January, 2020
(Mg, con, babysitting)
"Ha! John, you'd better be careful what you say to Amanda."
"What are you talking about?" John asked Cindy over his shoulder as he put dishes in the dishwasher.
"She's got a terrible crush on you," Cindy smirked. "It's been getting worse and worse."
"That's ridiculous. She's ten!" A plate clattered. Had she noticed? No, Cindy was looking the other way. Good. God! How long since he'd first, secretly noticed how attractive his girlfriend’s blonde niece was - months?
"Yeah," Cindy said, "and ten is the age when little girls start to notice big strong men. It's totally natural - and cute. Ha! Oh quit blushing, I'm just teasing. But... just make sure you're nice to her. You don't want to give her a complex."
"Jesus, Cin!" His hands plunged into the soapy sink to hide their trembling.
"Ha ha, big guy! Scared of a ten-year-old? Well, anyway, I'm off - have fun - and BE NICE to Amanda."
Seconds later, still scrubbing a pot, John thought about all the times he'd noticed Amanda looking at him with those big blue eyes; the way she blushed when she saw him notice. Cindy's sister had been visiting more often lately and she usually had her pretty blonde daughter in tow. His reveries were interrupted by a hesitant, high-pitched voice.
"Gosh, Mr.... ah, John. It sure is nice of you to do the dishes."
'Be nice...' rang in John's ears. He bit off the sarcastic reply such a silly observation would normally earn. "Well, Amanda, I... I think men should do their share of the chores," he announced instead.
"Wow, my dad never does dishes," Amanda sighed. John glanced over to find dewey, big blue eyes taking in his t-shirt clad, muscular form. "You're such a great boyfriend and... man, Mr.... ah, John."
Oh fuck! Did the freckled ten-year-old just check out my ass, then bite her lip? 'Be nice,' he heard again. "Ah, thanks Amanda. I'm sure you're going to make some guy a really wonderful, pretty wife." Shit, did I just say that? Why does she have to be so cute when she blushes? Fuck.
How did I get talked into this!? John asked himself, again. With Cindy gone to stay with her sister in the hospital, he'd been roped into babysitting Amanda, the first time he'd ever been alone with her. Her crush on him was suddenly more obvious - the way she blushed when he spoke to her, the way she gazed adoringly at him and sighed. But damn, she really was cute. And it didn’t hurt a man’s ego to have a pretty girl gushing over him, even if she was ten.
The sappy rom-com Cindy'd left for the preteen was the secret to surviving the post-dinner hours. John set her to watching it, then fled to the kitchen for a quick shot of bourbon. But the afterimage of Amanda's shapely ass, in her flowery tights, as she lay on the floor watching the stupid movie, soon drew him back to the living room. Damn it, why do all preteens wear tights!? As if it wasn’t hard enough trying not to notice how ten-year-olds were turning into women. Did Amanda really have to lay on the floor with her legs splayed out like that, tormenting him with the perfect roundness of her small ass? Fuck - he should have done something other than sit on the sofa, sipping his bourbon and pretending to watch the dreadful movie, but he just couldn't tear his eyes off of her.
John couldn't know that Amanda watched him watching her in a reflection. She blushed and wiggled her pretty ass.
He let her stay up later than she was supposed to. But suddenly the idea of what he could do in private, once Amanda was asleep - maybe with some internet porn - you know, just to calm down these crazy feelings her hot little ass engendered - found him shepherding the ten-year-old off to bed as fast as possible. "No, Amanda, you can't watch another show!"
John looked in as Amanda brushed her teeth. For fuck's sake, why was her nightgown so short? Damn, Amanda caught him looking. God, she’s so cute when her pale skin blushes like that. Those freckles! The way she bites her perfect, never-been-kissed lips. "Sorry, what's that? Oh, yeah, I lift weights three times a..." Damn! Quit flirting with the preteen. But he didn't immediately pull back as her trembling fingers traced the bulge of his biceps. Oh shit!
He snapped his mouth shut and fled. 'Be nice...'
John waited. He checked, checked again. It was past midnight. Her breathing was soft and steady. He waited some more, quietly scarfing dope-laced brownies in the crowded bedroom, sitting at the desk in the swivel chair and surfing car articles on his laptop. He sipped yet another bourbon, knowing he shouldn't. Still quiet. Finally, with the last crumbs of one-too-many brownies brushed away, he pulled up an erotic story site. He was in the mood for a story instead of pictures or movies. Stoned, ignoring caution, he threw his boxer shorts on the bed. Maybe a story about a little girl? God, he was so bad... But... an idea... He searched for her name, scrolled, yeah, this one looked good. The little girl in the story was ten! Just like... Wow... oh wow... really? And blonde? Jesus. He was hardly a minute into the story before his cock was rigid. Amanda's pretty features swirled through his sozzled brain as the child in the story learned to suck...
He never heard the soft footsteps creep up behind him.
But he heard the soft gasp.
"Oh shit, Amanda..." John spun around, tried to hide his big cock. But where was he supposed to hide the monster? The girl's shocked blue eyes and too-short nightgown made the evil snake twitch in his grasp. "Amanda..." Panic, embarrassment, booze and dope. He was paralyzed.
"Oh! Mr..., John, it's..., it's so big!"
"What? How do you...?" Jesus! Don't start a conversation with her! Get up; find your shorts!
"I saw my daddy's." Amanda's wide eyes jerked from his cock to his shocked grey eyes. "Oh! On accident. It was lots smaller... yours is so... Oh gosh, what are you reading?"
Still paralyzed, he saw the moment where she read her own name in the story. Her eyes went even bigger, her blush deepened, her perfect lip trembled between pearly teeth.
"Do you..., do you think I'm pretty? Like ..."
"What?" Shit. 'Be nice.' Damn. "Uhm, yeah, yeah Amanda, you're gorgeous, and sexy." Oh god, you idiot! She blushed again. His cock throbbed, reminding him that it was still in his hand. Shit... stupid! He couldn't think, too stoned, that third bourbon, you moron...
"Really? 'Cause, like, I think you're so ... oh!" Amanda gasped as she read what the little girl in the story, the one named Amanda, was doing with her lips and tongue. Her head jerked around and her eyes locked onto his big cock again.
His hand reached out on its own, stroked the side of her trembling, pretty cheek and slid slowly behind her neck, into her long blonde curls. His eyes didn't work right. They wouldn't move from the sight of her perfect, full, young lips. Why were her lips getting bigger? Was he really that stoned? Wait, where did they go? Oh, he couldn't see them because he was kissing them. So soft...
Leaning forward, John pulled the gorgeous little girl in closer, between his legs. Both hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her. When a stunning ripple of pleasure swept over his body he didn't at first understand - until he realized she'd taken his hungry cock in her tiny hands. She was stroking him!
Jesus! I can't. But she's so... Oh fuck!
When did he drop his hand to her perfect little ass? When did he slide fingers inside her skimpy panties? Her ass was amazing - so round, smooth, tight. She blanched, but let him slip his fingers between her legs. He kissed her harder. She stroked him. She was wet! Oh god, her little hands on his cock! He couldn't wait.
Amanda squeaked with alarm when John suddenly slid her panties to the floor, removing them entirely as he pulled her up to straddle his lap. Instinctively, her thin arms went around his neck. He didn't give her a chance for second thoughts. Even as he pulled her flat chest to his, his lips found the sensitive skin just below her jaw. His tongue rasped her neck. She let out another squeak and arched her back to press into his chest. His fingers found the forbidden warmth between her legs again, exploring swelling folds of virgin flesh. He flicked across her little clit to elicit another squeak of terrified excitement.
It all happened so fast.
John pulled her hard against his lap. As he lowered her cunny onto the underside of his burning cock her face pressed into his chest. She gasped at the contact with her sex, but she didn't fight or scream. Instead her long thin fingers twined up into the hair at the back of his neck. He cupped her perfect little ass and pressed her down against his manhood. And again the child instinctively responded; she tilted her pelvis forward and back, grinding her wet cunny along his length.
Amanda mewled, frightened. But the excitement of being in the arms of a strong, handsome man overwhelmed her young brain. She clutched harder at his neck and pressed harder against the big, scary thing that slid along her cunny.
John nestled his nose into the intoxicating smell of tangerine shampoo. The fragrance sent a shiver to his core. The feel of her young, wet cunny sliding along the underside of his cock was primal, overwhelming, promising. But he couldn't wait. His brain swirled in a fog of lust and drink and pot and more lust. With one arm around her small ass and another around her back he lifted her. Just enough. Just there. Oh god, yes, the tip was almost enveloped, almost ready! His hand curled around to grab the base of his cock, to reposition it...
"Wait, what are you... oh gosh... John!... OH!" the little girl squeaked. She felt the head of his cock spread her open - so much more frightening than just grinding, so much more intimate, so much more... permanent. "Aaaaaggghhhh!"
John hardly noticed the preteen's scream as he pushed up inside of her amazing, tight cunt to steal her preteen innocence forever. The way her small tunnel wrapped firmly around his thick manhood was unlike anything he'd ever even imagined. Despite how wet and slick the she was, he had to force himself deeper and deeper inside of her, stretching her, widening her, invading her tight cunny, filling her up with his desperate need. Deeper, deeper again.
The intensity was overwhelming. The need was irresistible. John's fingers slid up the child's back to clutch at long blonde curls, to force her head back. He curled around her small body to reach her upturned, wild-eyed face, then smothered her gasping cries with his kisses. He enveloped the preteen, unable to stop himself from fucking her faster and faster, dominating her small form.
And the child's response to John's intensity, to the deep invasion of her body, merely drove him to take her even harder. She clutched at his neck. She trembled. She pulsed her small hips and fine buttocks to milk his cock, clutched at him rhythmically in time with his deep thrusts. Even as he kissed her she whimpered each time he pressed hard against the impenetrable barrier at the core of her soul and gender.
John didn't care that he could only get two-thirds of his thick cock into the depths of the child's body. He didn't care that she was so small, vulnerable, forbidden. He only knew that he had to fuck her and fuck her and... and wait, impatiently, for her body's inevitable response to his demands, wait for the transition from pain and shock to pleasure and astonishment. Cum, baby! Cum! He wouldn't let up. He would have growled if he wasn't kissing her so passionately. Cum!
He heard the change in her voice. He felt the quality of her trembling intensify. The increased, frantic clutching at his cock was undeniable. He strained to move his lips back to the side of her neck, knowing he needed to let her release the scream of pleasure that would erupt from her small body any second. Her back arched so hard. She tore at his hair with such violence. Hot blood pounded through her neck under his probing lips. He was almost fearful that the little girl would explode as the first orgasm of her young life erupted throughout her small body.
Amanda came. Amanda screamed. Amanda shook violently. Amanda's eyes rolled back in her head. Amanda screamed even harder as John rammed his cock up into her astonishingly tight cunny as fast as he humanly could.
John came. John moaned. John clutched the child almost violently as his seed pumped through his tightly gripped, swollen manhood and into her small body. John moaned louder as Amanda's climaxing little body writhed and clutched at his cock, accepting and rejoicing in the gift of his hot, thick cum.
Far too soon, John felt the little girl sag in his arms and he heard the pounding of his own heart as the last spark of his orgasm faded. He loosened his grasp to look down at her. Her gorgeous, young face tilted back and her glistening, big eyes looked back at him.
But a wave of intense guilt overwhelmed him, followed at once by a pang of dope-driven paranoia. Jesus Christ! What had he done? What was going to happen to him? What would Cindy...?
"Oh my god, Amanda, I'm so sorry," he cried out as he plucked the girl's small body out of his lap and set her on the floor next to him and jumped to his feet. A shock of cold hit his half-rigid cock as it squelched out of her warmth. "Oh baby, please don't be..." Wracked with fear, his brain confused by how gorgeous the child was, he trailed off. He saw a terrible, wretched look come over her face and he steeled himself for her inevitable attack against his vile behavior. 'Be nice!' echoed in this brain.
"Did... did I... did I do something wrong?" Amanda looked up and asked in her anxious, little girl voice.
"What? No!" John gasped. He nearly crumpled at the bereft look on Amanda's sweet young face. He sat again, this time on the edge of the bed he shared with his girlfriend, Cindy. "Baby, Amanda, god, you're gorgeous, you're amazing." He pulled her close to him, back into his lap. "You didn't do anything wrong! But I... I... I shouldn't have..."
But John didn't finish that thought as a flash of pure happiness lit up the little girl's face, she threw her arms around his neck and launched herself forward to kiss him, knocking him back onto the bed. That moment of sheer joy burned into John's addled brain and he kissed her back and held her little body hard against his chest. He'd never seen such joy before.
Moments later, little Amanda pushed up away from John's chest, staring into his grey eyes with a huge smile. "Do you... I mean... do you want to... again?" She bit her lip and blushed crimson. John thought he'd never seen anything so hot in his life.
"Really?" he said. "You're not too... ? I mean... I'm not sure we should..."
"Should I do like the girl in that story?" Amanda eagerly interrupted John's stammering.
"Oh, Jesus," John said, but Amanda was already pushing against his chest to slither down his body. In a flash she was down between his legs, her eyes blazing as her little hands found his cock. "Baby, you don't have to... oh yeah, that's... oh! God!"
"Am... am I doing it right?" the sweet, juvenile voice squeaked before Amanda went back to sliding her little tongue along the length of John's quivering cock. Obviously the little girl had read more of the story than John had realized!
"Amanda!... Oh... that's, ah!..." John bucked his hips and writhed as the child teased his cock, then slipped her lips over the thick bulb and swirled her tongue around it. He twisted to clutch her gorgeous blonde locks in one fist, clawing at the bedclothes with his other. "Yes, yes, just like... oh fuck!"
Amanda's heart soared. The sound of the handsome man's pleasure and passion went straight to her brain. She was doing that! Her. She was so excited. And her little cunny, despite being sore, tingled like mad - again. She raised her eyes to find John straining his neck to stare into her eyes. Oh gosh, he really liked her! She'd dreamed of being so close to him. He was so handsome and strong! Amanda pressed forward and stretched her mouth as wide as she could in order to swallow even more of his huge cock.
Eagerly, the little girl bobbed her head up and down on John's cock, then slid her lips up off of it so so that she could lick up and down, descending to the very base, again and again. Every moan and twitch he let out drove her on. Determined to make him like her even more she slipped her lips down over his shaft again, sucking and swirling with her tongue.
The unexpected sight and the feel of half his cock disappearing into a gorgeous ten-year-old's mouth was nearly more than John could handle. He knew he should stop this insanity! But... how could he? 'Be nice,' he heard again in his confused, drunk brain. Yes, that's right, he thought. Look how much she likes it, how much she likes me! Be nice! Don't make her stop this craziness. Be... Oh fuck, fuck, that is so good!
It was too good. Too amazing. Too hard to fight the need swelling up inside him! Oh!
John's grip tightened in Amanda's blonde curls. "Oh baby, I'm gonna... oh, I'm gonna..., ah, ah!"
Cum boiled out, flooding Amanda's mouth. She reeled back, coughing and spuming as the thick, warm seed overflowed out onto her chin.
"Oh! Oh! What did I do?" Amanda spluttered. "Did I break it? Did I do it wrong?"
Despite the heady thrill of his second cum, John quickly sat up and took the sweet child into his arms. Her eyes were so big, so close to tears. "No, no, baby, that was perfect. You have no idea... so good... Jesus. You did it exactly right." She lit up at his praise. "Here, baby," he said as he carefully pushed the cum back into her mouth. "Just swallow that, you can do it. That's a girl. Oh, yeah."
The pretty preteen swallowed every drop, her big eyes staring adoringly into John's.
What the fuck have I done? The thought swirled through John's inebriated brain as he lay back to cuddle the pretty little girl.
John awoke to a sharp pain between his eyes. God, too much bourbon! But he was tangled up with a warm body and that pleasant discovery mostly washed away his hangover. He pulled the small body tighter, nuzzled his nose into the lovely tangerine smell of her hair and...
Small? Tangerine? What? No!
John's eyes snapped open. Despite the renewed hangover pain from the bright light, despite how drunk and stoned he'd been, memory flooded back. And big, idolizing, blue eyes fluttered at him.
'Be nice,' sounded in his mind and he struggled to keep a look of terror off his face. Holy shit! He'd had sex with his girlfriend's niece! This was bad, this was really bad. But...
But god she was a sexy little thing and her little ass was so fucking perfect. When did he start caressing her ass? And, well...
Well, he'd already fucked her. The damage was done. Right? And she was right there, in his bed, looking like she couldn't wait for him to...
With one hand twined in her hair and one holding her perfect little ass, John kissed the gorgeous preteen. He pressed her back into the mattress and kissed down her throat, kissed down her chest. She arched her back, twisted, moaned. When he parted her legs and his tongue found her tiny, hairless cunny she screamed. Her heels dug into his shoulder blades. She thrashed.
It didn't take long to bring little Amanda to the edge of orgasm. John's tongue lapped at her sex, swirled around her tiny clit, penetrated her and drank her sweetness. She was so responsive! Her small body started to shiver, harder and harder. John knew she was ready. John knew what he wanted.
In a sudden movement that brought a shriek to Amanda's pretty lips, John flipped the child onto her stomach and grasped her hips, lifting her amazing, perfect little ass up to the level of his ravenous cock. He didn't warn or ask her. He simply slotted the thick head into her wet, velvet folds, swirled about once, twice, then entered her.
Amanda grunted, her face and shoulders pressed into the messy bed. Each hard thrust of his cock into her depths, stretching her open farther than seemed possible, brought another sweet whimper. Her small hands desperately fisted the sheets. Her shivers turned to trembling, her trembling turned to violently, spasming shudders. Despite the savage fucking, she came. Her climax went on and on as John fucked her perfect little body.
John was driven by a desperate need to leave his seed in the child's body. But it had only been a few hours since he'd cum, twice. It wasn't going to happen easily. It wasn't going to happen soon. But he needed it so much! She was so pretty, so tight, so acquiescent. For ten, fifteen, twenty minutes he fucked the little girl's perfect, tight cunt, never letting up for a second as she thrashed and shuddered and pawed at the bedcovers. And then, finally, he came. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he cried as he spewed his hot seed into the ten-year-old's womb.
John woke, again. Without thought he pulled Amanda tighter, again. Then his eyes snapped open with panic. Fuck, almost ten! Cindy could be home any minute!
Thirty minutes of frantic showering, bed making, dressing, brought John and his new little lover to the breakfast table. Coffee and toast for John, juice and cereal for Amanda, pounding hearts for both.
"I... I won't tell anyone." Amanda's sweet little voice and distraught face nearly broke John's heart.
"Oh god, Amanda..." He didn't know what to say. 'Be nice.' "I... I really do like you, baby."
A smile lit up the gorgeous face. "Oh. Can... can I come stay with you again?"
Oh fuck, oh fuck. This is so bad... but... "Yes. Soon." He kissed her, then jumped back to his chair, his coffee and a decent, impersonal distance. He'd heard the door to the apartment open. Cindy was back.
"So, were you nice to Amanda?" Cindy asked, later, as they headed to bed. She didn't notice John stiffen. She sat to check her email as he headed into the bathroom.
"Of course I was. She's a sweet girl." But moments later, as he stepped out of the bathroom, Cindy waited for him with a smirk.
"Nice story you left up on your computer," Cindy said in a teasing voice, her smirk broadening. "I guess crushes can go both ways, stud. Ha!"
'BE NICE' was all John could think of as he stared at Cindy's smug smile, knowing he was blushing horribly.
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