Anke at the Pool
-by Alvo Torelli, July, 2023
(Mg, con)
Note: Anke is real. The story is fiction. The pictures are AI generated (I.e.,they're not depictions of a real person).
Many years ago:
I’d only been to Berlin once before, half a decade earlier, and that was only to change planes in an insanely busy airport. This time I was free to wander the streets, meet the people, take in the food (not bad!). So much history. So many pretty girls! Not what I’d expected, but maybe I should have. And the heat! Damn. Whose idea was it to schedule a two-day conference in the heat of summer?
God, it was hot. The first day of boring academic talks was dreadful, and the air conditioning was only half working. Everyone was dying. We'd all come from faraway places, so attendance stayed high. It was only as the afternoon session wrapped up that I realized how lucky I was. Except for the handful of locals, everyone was going back to the conference hotel - a rather spartan hotel at that. But I had splurged and booked myself into a much more luxurious place - and it had a pool. A pool! A pool, a good book, a good cold Berlin Pils - what could be better?
It turns out quite a bit could be better.
I was meant to go out for dinner with my host and the conference crowd, but I begged off, citing jet lag. Those conference dinners tended to go long into the night. Instead, I had several hours of hot Berlin evening to enjoy myself by the pool. All alone.
But no, an evening alone was not in the cards.
It was astounding that I was the only person out at the pool, but then it was the dinner hour, which they seem to take pretty seriously here. And it was God awful hot. I took a dip to cool off, dried off a bit, and settled into one of the lounge chairs with my feet up. It must have been a quarter of an hour later when I heard a splash loud enough to draw me out of my book. A sleek white body in a dark green bikini glided away from me under the water. A girl. A young girl. A child? Whatever - a hell of a nice ass.
She surfaced on the far side of the pool, turned, pushed off the side, and glided towards me. I had a glimpse of long black hair. Maybe not enough breasts to fill the front of a skimpy bikini - or maybe just enough. My book had lost its appeal.
She surfaced again in the shallows of the pool just in front of me. I probably blushed when she caught me watching her, but she only showed me a broad, closed-mouth, wry smile that I was going to come to adore. She ran her hands through her long black hair, settling the wet mass behind her, then dropped down to cross her arms on the side of the pool and rest her chest against them as she let her legs kick gently behind her in the water. 
It was all I could do to resist standing to get a better look at what was promising to be a very fine, curvaceous ass. Her dark green eyes twinkled. I suspected she knew what I was thinking. But then, what was I thinking? She couldn’t be more than fourteen, fifteen at a stretch! Was I actually feeling an attraction for a mere child? The stiffened cock in my swim trunks certainly was.
“Hallo,” the girl said with a heavy German accent. “American?”
“Hi. Yeah, American. But not you, you’re German, yes?
“Ja, I am Anke,” she said sweetly. “You?”
“Oh, I’m… I’m Jeff,” I lied.
She looked a little puzzled. “Yeff?” she said.
"Ah, no, Jeff."
"Ja, Yeff!" the pretty young girl said.
Fuck, why did I choose a name she couldn’t pronounce. No, wait. The twinkle in her eye told me she was just teasing me. Fuck! She's flirting with me! “Fine," I said, giving in, "close enough. Where are you from, Anke?”
“Here,” she said.
“The hotel?”
“Nein. Here, Berlin.”
“Oh, got it. But then, why are you here? In the pool, I mean. I’m glad you’re here, but I think the pool’s only for hotel guests.”
Her smile widened and her eyes flashed. “Ja! Only guests. But I… what is word?… I sneak in sometimes. When usually no one is here.” She stopped kicking her legs and stood up in the shallow water. My breath caught in my chest. The scant top of her green bikini was indeed hiding shapely, small breasts and her curvy shape was amazing. Her hips were still quite narrow, but as she turned to look at something off to the left, I finally got to witness the perfection of her young ass. She turned back and smiled at me. “I sneak, but Dieter, he knows - he always knows.”
“Dieter?” I asked.
“Ja, Dieter is the guard.” She glanced to the left again and I followed her gaze to see a man in a uniform looking over the gate at Anke. “He looks me gladly at,” Anke said, turning back. “So, he lets me not to go. To stay, ja?” As she spoke she reached for the string ties at the front of her top.
I shot to my feet. “Anke! What are you…?” But I was too late. With a practiced yank, the girl’s bikini fell open in the front to reveal exquisite small breasts. Two small orbs of soft, enticing perfection! She shrugged her shoulders and the skimpy garment dropped into the water behind her.
“Jesus!” I stepped forward, brandishing a towel to wrap around the half-naked little girl.
“Ha ha,” Anke giggled. A sweet giggle. But she pushed the towel away and looked upwards to where I towered above her as she stood to her ass in the pool. Her wet black hair went almost to the bottoms of her swimsuit, nearly touching her ass. I wanted to touch her ass. I wanted to touch her… I was staring. She giggled again and looked me in the eyes. “I give Dieter a little show, ja? Then he leaves me swim. It is so hot. You see? Already he is gone.”
I looked to the gate and indeed the man was gone. We were alone.
“Dieter, he must… what is word? I know, he must patrol. He will gone long time be. But you sweet. You do worry for Anke. Maybe gives you Anke a little show? You like?” Anke’s eyes dropped to my crotch and her wry smile widened. God, she was pretty. “I think you see me also happily,” she said.
“No! Really…” But the laughing beauty was already swimming away from me. When she resurfaced ten yards away her bikini top was back in place. I gave a sigh that was half relief and half disappointment.
“You come swim? Play with Anke?” She laughed and dove, her lithe young body knifing through the water.
I knew better! But I couldn’t resist. If I’d only known… I threw the towel back on the lounge and took a fast, shallow dive into the water to chase the nymph into the deep end of the pool. She was fast. I was faster. I caught up to her as she reached the far side, just in time to block her from pushing off again.
Anke giggled and tried to duck under my outstretched arm, but I blocked her with my body. She tried the other side with no more success, then surfaced, laughing. She was so pretty. Cute in an incredibly sexy way. I laughed right along with her as she tried again to escape. How did we so easily fall into this silly game?
But Anke changed the rules.
Failing to get past me again, she resurfaced, flinging her long, black, wet hair over her shoulder as she faced me in the water. Her eyes flared, warning of mischief. I should have seen it coming. But how could I? She shoved off from the side and threw her arms around my neck! Startled, I was pushed away from the side and had all I could do to tread water. The little imp! She wrapped her long, strong legs around my torso and pulled her chest against mine.
I looked like an idiot as I thrashed to keep both our heads above water. Anke never stopped giggling. I kept thrashing about, I had no choice, but soon enough I had us back in shallower water. I planted my feet and stood and as I did the little imp slid lower and let herself fall backward until only her small hands were behind my neck. The water came to my chest, which is where Anke’s young, perfect breasts were exposed.
Wait! Fuck! She’d pulled the tie on her bikini top again, the minx! Or maybe it just came loose as I struggled to keep us from drowning? Whatever - her forbidden, bare, little girl flesh was on display for my greedy eyes.
"Haha, I knew that Anke you like! Ja?" the little girl's voice tinkled, breaking my mesmerized ogle of Anke’s young, pillowy breasts.
Jesus! How did this happen? Oh fuck - when did I cup her amazing ass with my palms? No wonder she laughed at my attraction to her gorgeous body - I was pulling at her ass and grinding my hard-on into the skimpy cloth of her bikini bottoms. She could feel exactly how much I “liked” her.
I did the only thing I could think of: I took control of the back of her neck and kissed the gorgeous, black-haired beauty.
She kissed me back, running her small fingers up into the hair on the back of my head. But my senses returned to me after only a few, too-short, seconds. I was kissing and fondling a half-naked child in a public pool! Fuck! Maybe I stiffened or gasped into our kiss, but Anke sensed my unease. She broke off our kiss, giggled in my face, and whispered "Follow me!" Then she flung her perfect body away from me into the cool water, gliding under the surface towards the side furthest from the hotel. God, what an ass.
What was I supposed to do? My forebrain knew I should retreat, disappear into the hotel and forget about the mysterious water nymph. But my forebrain was not in control. I chased her through the water, catching up to her just as she finished climbing the ladder. She giggled as she pranced away and I followed as she danced through a small gap in a hedge alongside a small building. 
I came around the back corner of the little building, not much more than a shed, but the mysterious Anke was gone. Fuck! Wait. A door stood slightly ajar. No, no, no, you can’t go in there. Fuck yes I can!
It was a maintenance shed for the pool and spa. Small, cramped, dim. But not too dim to see that Anke was waiting, biting her lip, eyes twinkling. Perfect, small breasts luring. I was a fish - already hooked on the line.
Two steps forward and she was in my arms, lifted her off her feet so that I could kiss her. Again, she wrapped her legs around my torso and pressed the thin cloth of her bikini into the angry bulge in my suit. The cheek of her ass fit perfectly in my palm. With my fingers tangled in her long hair, I pulled her head to one side, curled my spine forward to match her small size, and nibbled the side of her throat. She shivered in my arms, holding tight to the back of my neck. God! Yes! The sensation of her pivoting her thin hips back and forth to grind hard against my bulge nearly made me cum! Fuck no. Not yet, not so soon.
I dragged her thin body upwards, bringing a short-lived mewl of protest to her pretty lips. Protest morphed to moans the second my tongue found her tight little nipples. I pressed hard into her small, soft breasts, one after the other, torturing her sharp, hard nipples. Her back arched to the point that I could barely hold onto her. “Yeff! Agh! Yeff!” She writhed. I attacked harder, swirling and nipping. “YEFF!” She screamed. I’d never known a girl with such sensitive nipples. It was glorious. She writhed with even more energy and I nearly dropped her. God, if her breasts were this sensitive, then…?
Lowering myself to the floor, I tore the small girl away from me and flipped her around to face away from me on her knees. She gasped and tried to struggle, but I was sure of what I wanted. She quickly submitted, bracing her palms against some sort of pumping machinery. I cupped one breast, fingering her tight nipple, and curled around her small form to bring my teeth to the side of her throat. Her long black hair was cold and wet, but I didn't care.
My other arm snaked around her vulnerable pose and my hand slipped inside the bottoms of her bikini.
She was hairless between her thin legs. Shaved or just young? Younger than I’d guessed? Fuck me! It didn’t matter - there was no stopping now. Her shoulders pressed back and her torso arched at the touch of my fingers. Anke was already wet - not just from the pool - deep inside. She was deeply aroused. I nibbled her just where her jaw met her neck, tweaked her nipple hard, and pushed my fingers inside her warm, trembling pussy.
“Yeff! Yeff! Nein, nein, agghh…, ja, ja, ja! Yeff!”
My little black-haired Anke - and in that moment she was mine, all mine - trembled in every cell. One second she twitched wildly, pulling away from my torturous touch - her clit on fire, flinching from the tongue that sluiced along the back of her ear, twisting from the pinch at her nipple. The next second she pressed into me, twisted her neck for a harder bite, grabbed at my fingers with incredibly strong, throbbing muscles, and madly pivoted her hips back and forth against my palm.
She came. She came harder than I’d ever seen. I could barely keep her in my grasp as she bucked and screamed, “Ja, ja, ja, Yeff!” Even when it was too much, when she started to struggle, I forced the orgasm on her. She was mine. She would submit to my embrace, my touch, my tongue, my torture. I held her and stroked her and tormented her until the moment I thought she might pass out.
Anke slumped in my arms as her orgasm slowly passed. Her breath was ragged - but she surprised me. Long before I thought she could possibly have recovered, she took advantage of my gentleness. She spun in my grasp, catching me off guard, and pushed hard. Her long wet hair whipped hard against my shoulder and face. She was a wildcat. I could only think that she was trying to escape from me, that I had gone far too far with her. Again I felt the panic that ran through me each time I thought of how young she was.
But I was completely wrong. “Aufstehen! Aufstehen! Nein… Up! Get up!” Anke cried out. She battered at my shoulders and pushed at my chest. “Up, Yeff!”
Bewildered, I clamored to my feet. My confusion was short-lived. Anke clawed at my damp swim trunks, biting her lip, eager.
In an instant, my cock and I were just as eager as my little German girl. I hooked my thumbs into the trunks and yanked them down. My cock sprang out, already engorged. I gasped when her small hands encircled me, then moaned as she wasted no time pulling the head into her greedy little mouth.
My god, she knew what she was doing. She couldn’t possibly be as young as I’d thought. What she did with her tongue! And those clever, thin fingers. The muscles in my back spasmed beyond my control as she triggered nerve endings that sent fire through my body. More of my cock disappeared into her mouth and for a moment I thought she might, like some underaged sword swallower, take my full length down her throat. But no, my cock popped back out past her lips with an erotic slurp and she attacked the underside with her precocious young tongue, all the way down to the incredibly sensitive skin below the scrotum. Up and down, tongue and expert fingers, as I struggled to keep hold of a load of cum that was desperate to discover just how smooth the skin of her pretty face was - if not the warm embrace of her small mouth. I strained. I moaned. My fingers twined into her long black hair.
All the while my eyes were locked into the gaze of her big, dark, exciting eyes. Those eyes! They were the eyes of a child - but a child that had seen things, done things, things that no child should have done. Things that some women would never do. Her eyes twinkled with lust, a bit of fear, anticipation. But most of all those eyes said “I am having SO. MUCH. FUN!”
I came, of course. Far too soon. But not too soon for Anke the minx to sense my imminent emission. She caught every drop on her outstretched tongue, and when I was done she languorously drew it into her mouth and swirled it around, letting it cover every taste bud, coat her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She would taste me for a long time and her eyes sparkled to let me know that she liked the taste. Then she swallowed, slowly, deliberately.
I thought I might pass out. I stared down at the small vision of youthful perfection, her little breasts quivering as she breathed hard. I couldn’t tear my eyes away - not until she started to giggle.
“Ja, Yeff likes Anke I think,” she tinkled. “Ja?”
“Jeff likes Anke very much,” I said back and lifted her to her feet. I knew I shouldn’t say more - I REALLY shouldn’t - but I couldn’t imagine walking away from the gorgeous, seductive child - and so I said it anyway: “Jeff wants to like Anke some more, a lot more. Does Anke want to come to my room in the hotel and have some dinner? We can call room service.”
Anke continued to crane her neck back to look up at me. Even standing, her big dark green eyes were a good fifteen inches lower than mine. She bit her lip for a minute, pretending to consider her answer, but she couldn't hide the glint of pleasure in those eyes. I wasn't about to let her tease me like that, not when I could clearly see how much she did want to come with me. Before she answered, I grabbed at her and tickled her. She screamed and twisted away, but I'd caught her off guard and it was easy to chase her and continue to discover that she was, in fact, very ticklish. Somehow, a minute or so later, she ended up wrapped around my neck and torso again, kissing me passionately to keep me from continuing to tickle her sides.
“Upstairs?” I whispered seriously when we finally broke off the kiss. “My room?”
“Ja, Yeff. But Anke wants dinner!”
Anke made me put her down again, then dashed into a dark corner of the pool shed to retrieve a small bag. She pulled out a simple yellow summer dress and dropped it over her head. Sleeveless, it fell to her knees. I had never, ever, seen a garment I so much wanted to tear off of someone. She slipped simple sandals onto her feet, then smiled at me and bit her lip again. Fuck! This was happening.
We traced our steps out and around the pool shed. I started to step through the gap in the hedge and slammed on the brakes. Anke ran into me from behind and giggled again. Shit! There were half a dozen people in and around the pool now - all of them from my conference! Shit. Fuck. Damn. Anke put her hands on my waist and peered around to see what was the matter.
“Friends?” Anke asked.
“Not really,” I whispered. “Colleagues. I can’t…” I was embarrassed to say I didn’t want them to see me with a pretty young girl.
She giggled again. “Oh look! Bad man with little girl!” Anke teased and I stiffened, pulling further back through the hedge.
“Stop that, you little devil,” I said, but I couldn’t help smiling at her.
Anke went up on her tiptoes for a quick kiss, which I happily provided. “Bad Yeff tell to the little girl his room number," she whispered. "No one the little girl will see come."
I stared down at her, kissed her again, and told her my room number. Then I strode out towards the pool as if I owned the hotel. Shit, I said to myself as I saw the top of Anke’s green bikini floating in the deep end of the pool. Thank goodness my colleagues were all lounging around in the shallows. I returned their inquisitive wave and dove into the pool before anyone could engage me in conversation. From under the water, I grabbed the swim top, wadded it into the smallest ball I could manage, and then quickly climbed up the pool's ladder with the bikini held to one side where I hoped no one could see it. Once I had my book and towel, I was on safer ground, and I allowed quick hellos and a couple of inconsequential comments on the conference.
But all I could think of was the gorgeous little girl wearing next to nothing under her slinky little sundress.
With a smile and a quick excuse about an overseas phone call, I managed to avoid further entanglement with my colleagues. Out of their sight, I practically sprinted back into the hotel and across the lobby. The elevator to the fifth floor took forever! It was only as I stood in my room, looking around to see how much of a mess I'd made, that I realized my pulse was pounding with anticipation. Christ, what was I doing?
The longest ten minutes of my life went by as I waited, increasingly convinced Anke had only been teasing me, that she’d never come. When a small knock finally broke the silence I jumped out of my skin. Little did I know that the next ten hours would be the shortest of my life. Fuck! Why didn’t I change out of my wet suit? Too late now.
Anke’s enigmatic wide, flat smile greeted me when I cracked up the door. Her big eyes twinkled. I jerked the door open and reached out to pull her into the room quickly before anyone saw her. I nearly slammed the door shut in my sudden haste. When I turned to her, the little girl frowned at me with a cute pout. “Yeff ashamed?" she asked mournfully. "Little girl too ugly? Yeff with her not want to be seen?"
“Oh god, Anke, no! Anke is so…” I started to defend myself before I saw the twinkle in her eye and the beginnings of a smile on her pretty face. Anke burst into a fit of giggling. “Very funny, you little minx!” I growled. And then, deciding that it was my turn to change the rules, I went on the attack.
Anke screamed as I reared forward and tickled the sides of her thin body through the gauzy fabric of her sundress. She turned and fled, but I was faster this time, and there was nowhere for her to go. A second later I lifted her from the floor and threw her face-first onto the big bed of my hotel room. I pinned her to the soft mattress and she clawed at the layers of covers and sheets in a desperate effort to get away from me. She shrieked when I tickled her sides again, trying to protect herself with her elbows, but I had all the leverage. Her tortured giggles were like music. I wanted to touch her everywhere, explore her reactions as I tested every square inch of her young, perfect flesh.
“Agh, agh, agh, Yeff! Agh!” Anke giggled. The backs of her knees were incredibly ticklish. My hands went under her dress, around her body. She screamed when I tickled her stomach, the sensitive skin just below her perfect little breasts, the sides of her throat. The flimsy dress came off over her head and suddenly I had her on her back, still laughing so hard her stomach was starting to cramp. But I pressed my advantage.
With a tug at the side strings, my little black-haired princess was relieved of the bottom half of her bikini. Her big eyes flashed. I was still tickling her without mercy as I pressed her legs apart and pushed her knees up towards her shoulders, opening the beauty of her much-too-young pussy. God! What was I doing? This was… It was madness but there was nothing that could have stopped me in that moment, not even myself. I pressed her down into the pillowing covers and let my tongue discover the sweet taste of her small, pink cunt.
Anke continued to squirm and squawk, but her squirms were spasms of pleasure and her squawks were gasps of desire. There was a momentary tang of chlorine on her skin, quickly flooded away by a gush of sweet fluids. Her actions, her noises, and her emissions all told me the same story: my tongue was quickly driving her perfect little pussy towards another massive climax. Was there ever a child better designed for sex?
I did everything I could to sexually torture the naked little body on my bed. I tweaked her needle-sharp nipples. I tickled her sensitive sides. I threatened her tiny anus with a probing thumb. And always my tongue slashed through her sensitive lips and punished the tiny clit hiding in its taut, young hood. She gave up twisting her fingers into the sheets and attacked my hair, sometimes vainly trying to push me away, sometimes pulling me closer. She gave up screaming for long, tortured moans as orgasm rushed over her mind and small, spasming body. She dug her heels into my back and thrust her hips up into my mouth.
Briefly, I had to sacrifice one arm from the attack - but the swim trunks had to go! And then my cock was free, screaming with need. Suddenly I loomed over Anke. I kissed her and let her taste her own juices - the juices that readied her for the next level of my assault. She knew it was coming. She didn't cry out, or plead, or beg. Somehow Anke wormed her hand between us and grasped me. Her hand was so small. She was so small. God! Could she take me? It didn’t matter!
I moved higher. She licked one of my nipples and I nearly lost my mind. Her hand was tiny, but she easily got me into position. The wet warmth of her little pussy welcomed me, nestling the head of my cock. She was still moaning, still shaking, orgasm still exploding through her body. My knees braced. My thighs spread her legs. My hands slipped under her and cupped her perfect little ass.
“Ja, ja, Yeff! Please!” the sweet little German girl begged.
I thrust. Hard.
I can barely remember fucking Anke the first time. And yes, it was only the first time. But my mind couldn't really comprehend what was happening. I remember bewilderment. How could she be so tight? How could she take me so deep? How could I not be hurting her? I remember the intensity of my need. How could I plunge harder, faster, deeper? How could I use my angry, hungry, throbbing dick to own her body and soul? How could I make her mine and only mine forever? I remember astonishment. How could anything feel so good, so overwhelming, so perfect? How could I last so long? (Oh yeah, that blow job in the pool shed!)
I remember guilt. With no protection at all, after pounding into her small body for long, glorious minutes as she convulsed in constant orgasm and moaned into my chest, I came inside her - a torrent of hot, living sperm speeding toward her womb. Oh god, was it safe? Why hadn't I used protection? She was so young. Was she afraid? Did she even understand? What had I done?
When could I do it again?
Oh, fuck me. I was bewitched.
I rolled off the little girl and pulled her up onto my chest, high enough to kiss her. We couldn’t kiss for long - we were both gasping for air, our hearts beating fast. Anke laid her pretty cheek against my shoulder and pressed her soft, young breasts into my chest. Eventually, our pulses slowed enough that I could speak.
“You’re amazing, Anke,” I said. I twisted to look into her pretty face. “But… well… I mean… For fuck sake, Anke, how old are you? Really?”
Anke bit her lip and blushed. It was so cute! She wouldn’t look me in the eye. Finally, she whispered “Ich bin zwölf.”
“Ich bin…?” I wracked my brain. My German was nearly nonexistent. “Fuck me! You’re only twelve? Jesus!”
I was off the bed in a shot, leaving Anke looking up at me with those big, deep green eyes. I paced the room. My pulse was racing again, but for a different reason. Fuck! I’d known she was too young, I’d done it anyway. But fuck, twelve? She was a baby.
“Yeff unhappy. Anke will leave,” I heard a small voice say. I whirled around to find Anke back in her sundress, standing at the end of the bed and looking down at the floor. In that instant, every ounce of the lust and attraction I’d felt for her came roaring back. I lifted her by the waist and kissed her hard until her little frown disappeared and she kissed me back with her thin arms around my neck.
We showered together, staying far too long under the warm water, exploring, touching, soaping. We ordered dinner. Thank goodness I was staying in a fancy enough hotel to still have room service at eleven o’clock at night. Anke wanted pancakes for dinner. How could I not indulge her? She looked so hot with one of my white dress shirts draped loosely over her thin body, the tails down to her knees, the arms rolled up to her wrists, and a single button buttoned, leaving her perfect little breasts and amazing puffy pussy to play peek-a-boo as she moved about the room. 
I was mesmerized until room service showed up and I panicked, imagining the gossip that would spread through the staff if our waiter saw Anke looking so “just-fucked” sexy. But she ducked out of sight and the waiter didn’t seem curious about why there was dinner for two, why it was so late, or why one of the dinners was pancakes and syrup.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Anke as she wolfed down her childish meal. It was the first and only thing I’d seen her do that was in keeping with her young age. I had so many questions! What was this little girl’s story? Obviously, I wasn't the first man she'd been with. But how? And how many? Who?
Why?
Those were Anke’s secrets. I knew better than to probe. For her own reasons, she was here, now, with me. Gobbling down pancakes with her broad smile. Maybe later she'd tell me on her own. Maybe she needed something from me, something more than my throbbing cock deep in her tight, far too young pussy. I wouldn't push her. It was enough that she was here.
Anke groaned a universal “I’m so full” groan, but her smile and the shimmer in her eyes suggested she was fine - better than fine. In fact… she was hungry. And not hungry for more pancakes.
I should have worried. I should have worried about Anke, about myself, about the danger. She was only twelve! Surely someone was out looking for her by now. The guard, Dieter; he'd seen us together. What if…? I should have worried. But I didn't. Instead, I stood, lifted my shirt over her head to toss it aside, scooped her naked little body up into my arms, and whispered, "Is Anke ready for dessert?”
“Ja!” Anke replied with a wicked, eager smile. Then she screamed as I threw her body back onto the big, soft bed.
I’m not sure what came over me. Perhaps I was intimidated by the little girl’s obvious experience, her amazing resilience - the way she seemed to be able to twist me around her little finger. Maybe I was a little bit afraid of her and I needed a way to face my fears. Or maybe she tricked me - flashing me a momentary look of terror as her body sailed onto the bed. Whatever it was, I suddenly had an undeniable urge to dominate her, to break through her self-assurance, to frighten her - at least a little bit. It wasn’t a plan, it was an irrefutable desire.
My new desire must have shown on my face as I approached Anke’s little form on the bed, for she blanched and edged away from me. It was the wrong thing to do, unless her actions were meant to goad me on. Her fear inflamed my new, overwhelming need. Even now I don’t know if she was truly frightened or if she was feeding my desires by showing me what I wanted to see. It didn’t matter. I lost control. I had to have her. I had to make her do whatever I wanted her to do. And then, from the corner of my eye, I spotted the top of Anke’s bikini, wadded up on the corner of the bed and I knew exactly what I had to do to the teasing little minx.
Anke gave a blood-curdling scream when I lunged and captured her bare ankle, then flipped her onto her front and dragged her towards me even as she clutched at the covers and kicked with her legs. “Yeff? Yeff? Nein! Nein!” she cried out when I forced her bare, thin arms behind her back. She struggled, but I easily held both wrists in one hand. The bikini, with its long stretchy strings, was perfect. “Nein! Bitte nicht!” Anke begged, losing her grasp of English. “Yeff! Bitte! Bitte nicht!” But in seconds her wrists were bound tight. She was my little captive.
I’d never bound a girl before. The rush was incredible. The way Anke begged and struggled and pulled at the bonds made my blood boil and my cock harder than I’d thought possible. To this day I don’t know if it was all an act on her part. Was she really so frightened of me? Or did she know exactly what she was doing to me? I only know that I was out of control. She screamed again as I pulled her to the end of the bed, stood behind her, and lifted her gorgeous little ass into the air.
I spread her legs. The side of her face pressed into the covers and her big green eyes were wide. She tried to shake her head; she tried to twist her body; she tried to turn away. She shivered with terror. But I held her hips aloft; her knees barely touched the mattress. My dominating, hungry cock found its own way to her small pussy.
She begged me in a quavering, little girl voice, “Nein, Yeff, bitte.” But the greedy little slut was wet! She was ready. Her little pussy quivered around the head of my beast, almost daring me to force myself on her.
In that moment she was so small. I slammed my throbbing erection deep inside her.
“Yeff!!” Anke screamed at the ferocity of my attack.
I’d love to say that I came to my senses and regained my composure, that I realized what a precious and delicate child Anke was, what an amazing gift it was to have this time with her. Would that I could write that I told her how beautiful she was, made passionate love to her again, didn’t use her or molest her. That I didn’t want to rape her. But I can’t say that. I used her like a sex toy. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, drinking in the music of her little screams, her pitiful begging. I needed her to understand that I was completely in control of her. Her desires meant nothing.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted even more. And I was going to have more!
I threw Anke forward onto the bed. She squealed. My cock, coated from tip to base, glistened with her juices. I've never done this before, I thought. But then again, despite how experienced she was, maybe she'd never done it either. Or should I say 'Never had it done to her?' Suddenly, I knew it was what I wanted, what I needed. How better to completely dominate her? All this in an instant and only a second instant to reach into my suitcase for a small bottle. Baby oil.
I turned back to the bed. Anke looked over her shoulder and flashed fear at me. Good! She was trying to get her legs under her, trying to flee, but making poor progress amidst the mess of covers and sheets. I pounced.
“Nein, nein, nicht!” Anke cried out as I recaptured her and began my assault. I think she knew what was coming. If not, she figured it out quickly enough from the way I spread her legs and held them apart with my knees, the way I pressed the middle of her back down to hold her face and chest against the bed, and the feel of the oil as I rubbed it between the cheeks of her amazingly hot little ass.
Have I mentioned how incredibly hot the little girl’s ass was?
“Nein! Nein! Yeff! Das geht nicht! Das kannst du nicht machen! Nein!!” In her terror, Anke’s English was gone but I didn’t need a dictionary to know she was screaming “You can’t! You can’t do that!” But I could do it. I could do anything I wanted. And what I wanted was my cock buried deep in the gorgeous little twelve-year-old’s ass. “Neeeeeeeiiiiiinn!” Anke screamed as she felt the throbbing head of my cock slide between her oily cheeks and press harder and harder against her tiny back opening. "Neeeeeeeiiiiinnnn!” she screamed again, but her scream was cut off, throttled down to a gasping moan of surprise when I used my leverage to pop my thick cock into her ass.
I didn't hesitate. I went deep. What an amazing rush of power and lust. With each deep plunge, the little girl grunted, making sounds that were neither German nor English. I pressed my body down on top of her and fucked her tight ass with no mercy. It was glorious. So tight; so powerful; so dominating.
But still, it wasn't enough! With no warning, I grabbed her with both hands and rolled onto my back, carrying her with me until she was on top of me, looking up at the ceiling. Now I could spread her legs wider and still pound hard into her ass. Now I could wrap my arms around her small body. Now I could slide strong, probing fingers into her tiny pussy. Now I could manhandle a small pillowy breast and tweak a tiny, hard nipple. Now… now I could control every sexual aspect of the little minx and force her closer and closer to another massive orgasm, whether she wanted it or not.
She squirmed in my arms, trying desperately to escape. Or was she just pretending? I still don't know. I only know that seconds later her squeals of fright morphed into moans of pleasure. I worked her little clit fast and plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy to match the rhythm of my deep thrusts into her ass. I went back and forth between her tight nipples, tweaking and twisting, massaging the soft flesh around them. It was heaven. I didn't even mind her bound arms digging into my torso.
And then she came. Her body spasmed. Her back arched and her shoulder blades dug into my chest. She was my little captive and I could make her do anything I wanted! I could make her come and come and come, never letting up, showing no mercy for the overwhelming torture of her pleasure. “Bitte, bitte!” Anke screamed, but I refused to release her. I fucked her harder; I tortured her swollen clit faster. She begged for release. She pulled at her bound arms. She wailed.
And then…. And then I came, a torrent of hot cum up boiling up into her tight little ass.
And then… And then it was over, all at once. My peak of dominance crested and washed away faster than it had arrived. And I was frightened. What had I done?! Was the beautiful child okay? What kind of monster had I become?
I rolled to the side and pulled myself out of her ass, lowering Anke face down onto the bed again. With shaking hands, I untied her arms as quickly as I could manage knots that had tightened from all her struggles. Anke lay still and silent. I was so scared. There, finally, the bonds came away; her thin arms were free.
I nudged Anke onto her side. Still, she didn't speak. She gave me a terrible scowl and my heart jumped into my throat. "Anke, god, are you… are you okay?” Anke pushed up onto one arm, half sitting, still scowling horribly - but not horribly enough to spoil her beauty. “Please!” I said, echoing her pitiful pleas for mercy. “Please, tell me you’re okay. I’m so…”
Anke burst into a giggling smile and launched herself forward, knocking me back onto my back. She straddled me and grabbed the sides of my face so she could hold me in place and kiss me hard, giggling all the while.
“Yeff look so funny!” Anke giggled when she finally leaned back and stopped kissing me.
I grabbed her shoulders and refused to laugh along with her. “Are you sure? Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Anke very happy!” she giggled and pushed down to kiss me again.
We were a mess, so a second shower was called for. And of course, a warm shower, soap, shampoo… well, who could blame us. It was lovely. It was a bit exhausting and then we were back in bed, still half wet and…. For our last intimate act, we made love. There was no other word for it. Anke was in control, sitting on top of me, taking my surprisingly rigid cock up into her surprisingly accommodating young pussy. She pressed her palms into my chest and stared down at me with her wide, full-lipped, enigmatic smile as she slowly undulated her preteen body to fuck herself on my cock. It was a beautiful, long, long, happy, intimate embrace. And then we fell asleep together in my big bed.
Anke was gone when I woke up. I felt the loss of her deeply, but I was sure I would never see her again.
35 years later:
The Canary Islands had been on my bucket list for many years, but I had to wait until I’d taken retirement to have the time to actually visit. My wife and I enjoyed our tour of the islands, then settled in for a luxurious and relaxing stay at a very nice Tenerife resort. And it was there, out by the pool of course, in the slowly darkening light of dusk that I saw her sitting at the pool bar. Much older, yes. Taller. Was the long black hair still natural? Much more buxom - as revealed by the insanely tight, long white dress she wore, with alluring, strategically placed slits that said as much about her personality as they said about her still very attractive body.
But there was no question who I was looking at across the deck: Anke. I couldn’t mistake those knowing deep green eyes.
Anke was flirting with a much younger man. I watched them surreptitiously while my wife read me an interesting article about the history of Tenerife. I could see that they were only pretending. It was a familiar, practiced flirtation. And there was something about the man, something… what? Oh, I had it. He looked too much like Anke. A brother? No, she wouldn’t. Maybe a nephew? Some kind of cousin? It wasn’t a mystery I could solve.
She must have noticed me looking at them. When I looked back from the younger man’s face to Anke’s, she was looking at me. Her eyes darted to my pretty wife, then back again. For fuck sake, Anke winked at me and gave me that god damned broad, enigmatic smile. Then the young man followed Anke’s eyes. He too, took in my wife’s form and his eyes showed his appreciation for her attractiveness. And after all, my wife of ten years wasn’t really any older than Anke.
So many furtive looks back and forth as the evening progressed. Eventually, my wife stopped pretending she hadn't noticed. "Hmm," she whispered to me across the table as we ate dessert. "He's cute. But is she really your type, dear?"
I probably blushed, but not for the reason my wife was imagining. She laughed. “Fine, dear. Whatever you can arrange.” She glanced again at Anke’s companion. “He really is cute.”
I sent Anke and her companion drinks and a note. A room number. A time. It was that simple. Either they’d come or they wouldn’t. They came.
Anke still had a strong German accent, but her English was much better. I gave them our real first names, and Anke introduced herself as Anke. I finally released tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying into the evening once it was clear that Anke didn't recognize me. She introduced the young man as… well, his name doesn't really matter. My wife was right, he was quite good-looking. They hit it off quickly and before the first cocktails were empty they found themselves in the big bed. Anke and I sat back on the luxurious sofa, watched them remove each other’s clothes, touch each other’s bodies, slide into intimacy. As usual, my wife was on top.
I was a bit mesmerized, but then suddenly Anke was kneeling in front of me, my cock was in her hand, in her mouth, getting teased by her clever tongue. Memories flooded over me, some of my most precious memories. The memories stoked my desire to be inside her, one more time. She was still beautiful.
I got Anke to leave off teasing me with her talented tongue, then helped her off with her ridiculous, tight dress. She really was much more buxom than the little girl I'd been with all those years ago. I let her press me back on the sofa and climb on top. It was just like that last time, thirty-five years earlier. She slid her warmth down over my cock. She pressed her palms into my chest. Her wide smile was so familiar, so haunting. I held her breasts, massaged them, even tweaked her nipples, and thrust up inside of her in a slow, steady rhythm.
The moans and gasps from the bed came faster and louder. I turned my head to watch. He was on top now, fucking her with fast, youthful energy as he held her legs up over his shoulders. Anke moved faster too and I picked up my pace to match her. Half my mind was there, fucking Anke in the here and now. Half my mind was back then, fucking a little girl. Anke moaned and it was as if I heard two voices. My wife cried out, "Yes, yes, yes, oh god, yesss!" I watched the man throw back his head and groan as he pumped his seed deep inside of her.
And then… and then it was Anke who cried out “Ja, ja, ja!” as orgasm swept over her and she grabbed my face, forcing me to look into the deep green eyes. “Ja, Yeff!” she whispered hoarsely. “Fill Anke with your cum, Yeff!”
I blanched at the realization that Anke had recognized me. Had she recognized me from the beginning? Did she hide it so that she could tease me with it, the little minx? I was shocked, but it didn’t matter. I did as I was told. I came, hard, gloriously. I bucked up into her and filled her with my hot, thick cum as she shivered atop me in her own, glorious, orgasm.
Anke collapsed on top of me, her nose snuggling the side of my neck. “You knew,” I whispered, too low for the other couple to hear. They, too, were cuddling and whispering, but I was too taken by Anke’s revelation to care what they were saying.
“Ja, ‘Yeff,’ I knew” Anke whispered back. “Yeff is a silly name, you know. A silly name for a silly man. But I, Anke, know something that silly Yeff doesn’t know.”
“What, Anke?” I asked. “What doesn’t the silly man know?”
But Anke didn’t answer my question. Instead, her eyes twinkled and she said “I think silly Yeff likes to watch Anke, Ja?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She disentangled herself from my embrace and padded naked to the bed.
I reclined on the couch, watching, wondering what Anke’s next revelation could possibly be. As she knelt on the bed the man rose to meet her and they kissed, then Anke kissed my wife and pressed her back on the bed, fondling her much smaller breasts. She moved downwards, kissing and licking, until her tongue found my wife’s wet pussy, still oozing the man’s cum. The man stroked his impressive cock as he watched and I realized that I was doing the same.
The man leaned down to kiss my wife as she writhed on Anke’s amazing tongue. Then he fisted his cock and knelt behind Anke, ready to fuck her like a dog. He entered her wet pussy with no warning and took up an energetic, deep, fast pace. But he’d barely stroked in and out more than a couple dozen times before Anke came up for air and twisted around to push him away from her ass. He laughed and swatted at Anke’s butt, but she whirled on him.
A second later, the man’s cock was enveloped in Anke’s mouth. She sucked him hard and fast and pushed one hand between his legs to fondle his scrotum. Watching the way they were together, I had no doubt that they’d been lovers for a long time - lovers who obviously liked to take on extra partners. Or was it just that Anke had recognized me? No, I didn’t think so.
Anke reached out to my wife and pulled her forward, quickly turning her around. My wife laughed as she understood, and immediately got on her hands and knees so that she could waggle her ass in front of the man. He was presented with an impossible choice: Anke’s clever mouth or my wife’s gorgeous cunt. But it was Anke who made the decision for him. She pulled him over and carefully slotted his big, slobbery cock into my wife's waiting hungry pussy. Anke then slapped him on the ass and giggled as she slid off of the bed and returned to me. Before she was back in my lap, the two on the bed were fucking like dogs in heat.
The way my surprisingly hard cock slid back into Anke’s pussy was, well, familiar? Just right? Like coming home after a too-long vacation? It was certainly wonderful. And so was the way she sighed and fucked herself up and down in my lap. If I looked past her I could see the hard fuck my wife and Anke’s lover were enjoying. But mostly I had eyes for Anke, who seemed to switch back and forth between maturity and childhood. Maybe I’d just had too much to drink.
“What did you mean, Anke? What doesn’t the silly man know?” I whispered. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I had to know.
"Are you sure you want to know, Yeff?”
"My name's not Jeff, damn it," I growled. Anke just giggled. “Fine, damn it. Call me whatever you want. But yes, tell me.”
Anke looked into my eyes, then closed hers and continued to enjoy our slow languorous fuck.
I watched her face, clearly seeing the twelve-year-old beauty I’d spent one wonderful night with. But something struck me and I looked again to the handsome man who was having such a great time pleasuring my pretty wife. I could see the resemblance to Anke. He had to be some kind of relation, but that wasn't the only thing about him that was catching my attention. What was it?
When I looked back to Anke she was watching me, waiting for me to understand something. But when I gave her a puzzled look, she smiled and shook her head with mild disappointment. Then she bit her lip as a small, precious orgasm flowed through her body.
“Yeff,” Anke finally said, when she could speak again, breathlessly. “Do you like watching them, Yeff? Do you like watching your son, our son, making your wife so happy?”
My eyes snapped to the couple on the bed, to the stranger who looked too much like Anke, and too much like someone else - me. My eyes snapped back to Anke and I could see the truth in what she said.
“Oh Anke, fuck me!” I said and then I came, once again filling her with the seed that had spawned our son.
The end.