She walked out of my dreams -- well, maybe out of my nightmares -- and into the coffee shop, one bright sunny summer day.

Before I saw her walking through the door of that coffee shop, I wasn't entirely sure how much of her story I believed. You never can tell these days who's trolling, and who's for real. And of course I keep my hands squeaky clean, regardless. When you write smut like me, you got a target on your back, and you have to play it safe, you know? Sexy pics are fine, but if you tell me you're under eighteen, keep the bra and panties on when you take a selfie or I'm blocking you in a heartbeat.

So even though this girl told me that she was into camming, that she streams herself getting completely naked for grown men to watch, then gets down on her hands and knees and fucks a dildo stuck between her mattresses... Even though she told me all of that, I never asked her for picture proof, never asked for a private session. Nothing. I'm not going anywhere near that shit, not with someone who claims to be twelve years old.

I kinda doubted the story anyway. She might be twelve, that much was plausible at least. She didn't seem like an adult, given the way she wrote. More like a kid trying to act like a grownup. Of course it's always possible that it's just somebody that's really good at roleplaying a twelve year old, which, to be honest, is alright with me. Better someone who's good at it, than the usual crap that hits my in-basket. I sure do get a lot of horny guys in their parents' basement pretending to be underage girls for their masturbatory enjoyment.

So, a twelve year old riding a dildo like she described? Maybe. I mean, sure, there's plenty of twelve year old girls who ride dildos. Probably plenty who do it live on cam for older men to watch. But what are the chances that a girl like that would stumble on my stories, and that she'd drop me a comment, and then a day and a half later tell me every minute detail about her sexual activities?

It's not out of the question, of course, but it all seemed like just a little bit too much, you know? It's at least as likely, or even more likely, that it's a honey pot -- some cop or white knight on the other side of the ether, making it all up to try to entrap me. God knows I've encountered plenty of them. You can smell 'em a mile away.

So, just 'cause I kinda didn't trust the story, I was pretty cautious with this girl. But it didn't take long for me to decide her story was at least partly true, and I'll tell you why. Because, once she told me about the camming and I didn't fall for the bait, she just dropped it. Never talked about it again.

That's how you really know if someone is real or not. If it's just some loser in his mom's basement pretending to be a twelve year old, he's going to get bored quick if you don't dwell on the sexy stuff. And a cop is going to get bored even quicker; the second the cop realizes that you're not going to play the mark, he's gone. He's got better shit to do with his time than to keep fishing when you've already demonstrated that you're not going to take the bait. He's got other people to hook. Dumber people.

So after I didn't take the bait on the camming thing, this girl just kept on chatting with me. We talked about erotica, about school, about her home life. And she never once brought up her webcam again. She also shared a couple of completely innocent pictures -- innocent at my insistence, of course -- so, assuming the pictures were real, I knew that she was one incredibly hot little twelve year old; straight dark hair, a gorgeous face, too much eyeliner, tight little body. Okay, confession time, I jerked off to those "completely innocent" pictures of her, more than once. But that's not any of her doing. She wasn't trying to turn me on. She's just got that perfect look, that perfect twelve year old "I'm a little slut in training" look.

So, that's a lot of lead-in for her walking into that coffee shop on that bright sunny day. But just a little bit more, if you'll indulge me.

Among the things we chatted about sometimes was our favorite anime, and our favorite manga. The girl was pretty heavily into both, not to mention, she was into hentai as well. Which, if you don't know what that is, it's the porn version. But even though sharing cartoon porn with a twelve year old isn't quite the same thing as sharing actual porn with her, I wasn't going to go there, neither. Our conversation on the subject was strictly PG-13.

It turns out she'd never read one of my favorite manga, about a witch girl who saves the world. It was an older book, and a bit obscure. Obscure enough that I couldn't even find a scan of it on the internet for her to read. The book could be got at a book store, at least one that specialized in comic books. But it wasn't cheap, and she'd just had a rip-roaring fight with her dad. He actually punched her in the stomach and dragged her around the house by her hair, the motherfucker. But as a result, she couldn't exactly ask him for the money, or even a ride to a bookstore. He probably wouldn't have done that anyway. He was an asshole, and treated her like shit.

So here I am, really into this little girl, and not just sexually. Not really sexually at all, actually, except for a few jerk-off sessions to her pretty face. I liked her, and I hated the way her father treated her, and I wanted to do something nice for her, right?

So of course I'm like, "Hey, how about I get you a copy of the book?" She was pretty into this suggestion. I think the idea that a guy on the internet would buy her a present was appealing to her. Kinda was to me, too. But then there was the question of how to get it to her. I could just order it on Amazon and have it shipped to her house, but that's got a couple of problems. First off, her dad would probably intercept it, and then there'd be hell to pay. On her side, and probably on mine, too. Second, I knew she would share her home address with me if I asked, she was trusting to a fault. But, father figure time here, a girl her age shouldn't be sharing her home address with a stranger on the internet, right? I mean, I know I'm safe, but as a general practice, she shouldn't be doing that. And I felt like I should model proper behavior for her.

When she suggested that we could just meet up at a coffee shop and then go to the book store together, whence I could buy her the book, that seemed like a good solution. I traveled a lot for work as an installer of high-end computer hardware, and I was pretty confident I could swing a trip to her home town. Turns out I didn't need to worry about that. Damned if she didn't live in a town less than an hour drive from me.

Alright. So, yeah, it was against my better judgment, that's for fucking sure, but it seemed safe enough. I could convince a jury that my motives were completely innocent, right? The paper trail on this one was clean as a whistle. They could subpoena all my emails and chat logs and not find anything incriminating against me at all. Maybe against her dad, but not against me.

And besides, my motives were completely innocent. I mean seriously, I had no intention of touching this girl. She had enough shit going on in her home life, I wasn't going to pile more shit on top of that. Not everyone is a predatory pedophile, you know. Not even people who write stories about predatory pedophiles!

So now, there I was, sitting in that coffee shop waiting for this girl to show up. And I was feeling, I'll be honest, a bit like a predatory pedophile. Or at least a guy who might shortly be hauled off to jail in handcuffs regardless of my professions of complete innocence. And, fuck it all, the thing that concerned me the most wasn't that I was half expecting what's-his-name from that catch a predator show to come waltzing through the door; the worst part was that I figured she wasn't actually going to show. I'd be sitting there waiting for an hour for a girl who never shows up, and then heading back home, feeling like a complete idiot. That's me, a complete idiot who thinks a twelve year old girl is going to want to visit me at the local cafe, just 'cause she likes my naughty stories.

So there I sat, staring at my phone as if I were engaged with some very important reading material, although I was actually just constantly checking the time and wondering how long I should actually wait before I leave.

And then, Jenna walked in the door.

Holy fucking shit.

I've been told that there are actually people who don't think twelve year old girls can be hot. They've obviously never laid eyes on a girl like Jenna. For one thing, she was wearing black fishnet stockings. I fuck you not, black fishnets, with black Converse hightops. The fact that she was wearing fishnets with sneakers made the whole thing look a little bit like a kid playing dress-up. Like a girl, pretending to be a grownup. Above the stockings, she was sporting a black miniskirt that was so short you could see the elastic top of those fishnets, and even a delicious stripe of the naked pale skin of her skinny thighs. Good god it was an indecently short miniskirt. The kind of skirt that makes good Christian mothers everywhere think, "What the hell are that girl's parents thinking, letting her leave the house dressed like that?" Of course the fathers all think, "Fuck yeah! I want to hit that little bitch!"

Her outfit was topped by a gray tank top teeshirt, and as she waved to me, it was immediately obvious to everyone in the room that she was braless under that thin little tank top. Stiff nipples poked out provocatively through the shirt, atop a pair of sweet tits that sat high on her chest, delightfully high, so firm that they hardly shimmied at all when she greeted me. The tank top was a bit short on her, too, and gave a tantalizing look at a very flat, very skinny, very pale stomach.

My heart jumped about a mile out of my throat when I saw her. Turns out, my little internet sweetheart, little camgirl Jenna, was real. This was no roleplay, no honey trap. This was a knock-out gorgeous twelve year old doll.

Every set of eyes in the coffee shop was glued to her as she walked over to my table. I stood up, somewhat self-consciously, and before I could even say "hi," she gave me a big, entirely inappropriate hug. All I really remember about that hug was how she pressed those little tits against my ribs. I could feel every inch of their soft flesh. Not that there were a whole lot of inches to feel. But what there was, caused my heart to jump even higher than it had before, and any hope that the bulge in my pants would be a little less obvious was shot all to hell. And then the little girl pushed her tummy up against that bulge, and gave me a knowing smile. She knew what she was doing, that's for sure. No doubt about it.

I managed somehow to get my wits about me. "Can I get you a coffee? Or a hot chocolate?"

She broke the hug, gave me another smile, and told me she wanted one of those whipped iced coffee drinks the kids like these days, and a chocolate croissant, and then she sat down as I dashed off to the counter to give the barista her order. I was pretty self-conscious as I walked back to the table, drink and pastry in hand. I could feel a dozen sets of eyes burning holes though me. I was absolutely convinced that every one of them thought I was a predator, out to bag me a twelve year old. Some of them were disgusted, but I suspect that even more of them were jealous.

But, in truth, now that I think back on these early events in our relationship, Jenna's overly friendly hug was probably the best thing that she could have done right then. Most people probably figured that I was her uncle, or something along those lines. Someone that she knew well, at any rate. Not some stranger she'd met on the internet after she read some of his porn. So, despite her remarkably inappropriate outfit, we were probably doing just fine. Everyone went back to their coffee and their phones, and other than casting a longing gaze at Jenna every once and a while, we were largely forgotten. At least I was. I don't think anyone actually forgot about her. How the fuck could they?

We had the usual small talk stuff while we sipped our drinks and ate our pastries. Jenna was her usual charming self, answering all my questions about school, and the latest music and shows that she's into. By the time we eventually finished off our coffee, I'd come to realize two things. First, I was really enamored with this girl. She was even sexier than I'd dreamed she would be during those late night jack off sessions while I stared at her photo on my phone. But she was also just the sweetest damn thing. Obviously smart, a little sarcastic, entirely self-assured.

And the second thing I realized was that I had my emotions under control. I could look at her, and think about how sexy she was, and at the same time tell myself that she was forbidden. Hands off, motherfucker. I've had the same feeling about some other girls around her age that I've known, like, a friend's daughter, or my sister's kid. I can enjoy her for her ripening sexuality, while at the same time knowing that I wasn't going to do anything at all to her. That's how grownups behave, right? Decent grownups like me at least. We admire. We look, but we don't touch.

I was pretty damned pleased with myself for having come to this realization, when we left the coffee shop and headed down the street to the book store. There, I shelled out a lot of money to buy her the collector's edition of the manga I wanted to give her. She was so pleased that she stood up on her tippy-toes and planted an adorable kiss on my cheek, which made my stoic resolve waver a little bit. But I was okay. I'll just take a picture of her to memorialize the moment, then we'll go our separate ways, and all is good. No federales on my tail, not even the slightest hint that I had any ulterior motives. That jackass from the predator show could pop out from around the corner now, and I'd just laugh at him.

This whole perfect plan started unraveling right about when I was giving her a nice grownup platonic goodbye. "Nice to meet you, Jenna. Enjoy the book!"

"I don't want to go home," Jenna said, ignoring me entirely. "Not yet."

"Yeah, but..." I started in with my objections. But I want to fuck you, was what I was thinking, holy shit I want to fuck you so bad! I can't be around you for another second, or we're both going to regret it for the rest of our lives.

"My dad'll kill me if he finds this manga," she said, looking down at the book she held in her hand.

"You can sneak it in, can't you?" I answered.

"Maybe. But I just wanna read it. I don't want to worry about hiding it."

"Well..." I said, not really sure what more to say. I needed to get away from her. I wasn't sure I could take much more of staring at those gorgeous thin legs in those black fishnet stockings. My balls were starting to get a little painful from all the excitement, and I wanted to get home and relieve them of their burden while staring at the picture I'd just taken of her, smiling sweet and holding up her brand new collector's edition comic book. But, at the same time, I remembered how her dad had just punched her and dragged her around the house. It was my stupid idea to give her the book, and there's no doubt at all that I bore some responsibility for making sure that she could read it, and that she was safe from her asshole father while she did.

"I guess you could come over to my house for a while," I said, immediately wanting to punch myself in the face for having said it. And for having gotten myself, and her, into this predicament in the first place.

She just looked at me after I said that, with a smile that was pure innocence. The fuck it was. There was nothing innocent about that smile. This girl knew what she was doing to me, and she was having a great time doing it. All she wanted to do was to toy with me a little bit longer, like a kitten with a new ball of yarn.

"Really?" she said, like she couldn't believe I'd made such a generous offer. The girl was manipulating me like a goddamned pro, and my firm resolve was melting into a puddle of complete capitulation.

"You can come over for an hour or two," I said with a heavy sigh, "but that's it. Then I gotta get you home."

She had a big self-satisfied smile on her face as she skipped beside while we walked to my car, and I swore to myself, repeatedly, pretty much the whole time I drove us to my house, that this was fine, nothing about this was untoward, let alone illegal. I still have all of my resolve. I'm a big grown up man who cannot be manipulated by a little twelve year old seductress.

When we got to my place, she kicked off her hightops and immediately jumped onto my couch, plopping her feet up on the coffee table and starting to tear the cellophane off of the comic book.

"Make yourself at home," I said with a sardonic laugh, but I'm pretty sure she didn't catch the humor. "You want a Coke?"

"I'm good!" she said, having mastered the cellophane. "Come on, sit down, let's read the book!"

She had the book opened on her lap, and I joined her on the couch, and I gotta admit, it was hard for me to pay much attention to the comic when I had those gorgeous fishnet-clad legs to stare at. But I did my best to try not to seem too lecherous, and kept up with her reading enough that I could respond with some semblance of intelligence when she pointed out an interesting panel, or something that made her laugh. But I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs, and she knew it.

Shortly, she'd finished the first chapter, and she closed the book and slid it off her lap onto the couch beside her.

She looked up at me. "So," she said, "you haven't said anything about my stockings." While she said this, she put her hands on her knees. "Do you like them?"

"They're..." I struggled to find the right words. Sexy? Hot as fuck? They make me want to tear your clothes off and ram my dick in you? I went with, "...pretty cool."

"Thanks!" she said. "I think so, too." She was slowly moving her hands up her legs, her fingers slipping down onto her inner thighs. "My mom got them for me, 'cause I was a spider for Halloween."

"Nice."

"My dad hates them. He says they make me look like a whore." Her hands reached the top of the stockings, and she slipped a couple of fingers under the elastic. "What do you think?"

I didn't answer. All the synapses in my brain were devoted to staring at her fingers sliding into those fishnets.

"Do they make me look like a whore?" she followed my lack of response with another question.

"No!" I stammered, not answering entirely truthfully. "They make you look cute!"

"Cute?" she said, sliding her fingers down onto her thighs under the elastic. "What about 'sexy?'"

I was staring, mesmerized, at those finger rubbing her thighs. "Sexy..." I murmured, almost involuntarily. "Yeah, very sexy."

"Good," she said, with her big self-satisfied smile. "Would it be even sexier if I have matching panties?"

"Matching?" I said. "You mean like, fishnets? Fishnet panties?"

"Yeah! Would you like that?"

"Well, sure..."

She grinned. "I don't have fishnet panties. I wish I did, though! That'd be fun!"

"It would be," I said, relieved to learn that she didn't actually have fishnet panties. I don't think I could have held myself back if she actually did.

"Do you want to see what kind of panties I do have?" she asked me.

"Jenna..." I said in my best scolding, grownup voice.

She giggled, then pulled her fingers out of the elastic band of her stockings and wrapped them under the bottom hem of her skirt. I just stared as she pulled it up. But she stopped, right before she'd gotten it high enough to show her panties.

"Do you want to see them, or not?" she asked.

Fucking right I want to see them! I shouted, but only in my mind. What came out of my mouth was, "Maybe we should read the next chapter." I could have kicked myself, but, I was kind of proud of myself, too. The girl might be a goddamned fucking little sex pot, but I, at least, was showing admirable restraint.

She laughed. She literally laughed out loud at me. I could tell that this girl was enjoying herself immensely. Teasing me was her superpower.

"Okay," she said. She let go of her skirt and reached over for the book. But she left the skirt up, high on her thighs. So high that I could almost see her panties, right over her little pussy. Almost, but just not quite. She set the book back in her lap and, as she paged through it to the start of chapter two, the binding slipped down between her legs.

"Here we go," she said, having found the right page. But my eyes weren't on the book. They were focused right between her legs, right at the point where her two skinny thighs met. She knew it, too. She knew that I was staring. And in response, she slid down slightly, which caused her skirt to pull up a little more.

And I saw it. Not her panties, no, no panties at all. The girl didn't have any panties on. Fucking hell, I was staring right at her little slit. It was nothing more than a hint, but I could see a pair of pale, chubby outer labia, with no hair that I could make out.

"This is good!" she said, turning the page of the manga, as if there was nothing at all going on between her legs.

"Um," I tried to respond, but I was rendered nonverbal. "Yeah," I managed to say.

She turned another page. Was it possible that she was unaware that she was actually showing her pussy to me? But then, without even looking up from the manga, she said, "Do you like my panties?"

I didn't say anything. I was stunned silent. Mesmerized. I was busy trying to memorize the sight of her adorable little pussy.

She giggled. "You're not even reading the manga, are you?"

"Uh..." I said, more like a moan than an answer. I did manage to tear my eyes away from her slit and look at her eyes. They were twinkling. Little Jenna was loving this.

"Since you're not reading," she said, "I'm just going to put the book down again."

She closed the book and slid it off to the side. And then she spread her legs, wide.

Now, I had a complete view of her pussy -- the rise of her pubic mound, parting as her outer labia began, a little pink and wrinkled clitty hood, just peeking out between her lips. I could tell now that she did have just a little bit of hair, a little bit of peach fuzz, barely visible above her slit.

"Did you guess that I didn't have any panties on at all?" she asked.

"Um... no..." I stammered.

"I did it just for you," she said.

"That's... that's so sexy, Jenna," I said.

She smiled. At least I think she did. I wasn't exactly looking at her face. "I've had my dildo in my pussy a lot," she said, "but I've never had a real cock."

I was staring, and breathing hard, trying to think of something to say in response.

"Lots of guys online tell me they want to be my first," she said.

"I can imagine."

"Do you want to be my first?"

"Oh fuck Jenna," was all I could say. "Fuck!"

She was definitely smiling now. The little bitch knew she'd won. She'd finally managed to break me, and she grinned broadly as she watched me slide off the couch, onto my knees. I undid my belt and my pants as fast as I possibly could, and I grabbed her fishnet-covered knees and pulled her legs open around me. I pushed my hips forward and my cockhead, looking bloated, absolutely huge, pushed up against her little pussy.

"You do want to be my first," she laughed. "I knew it!"

I didn't say anything in response. I just held her by the insides her knees, spreading her legs even wider. She lolled her head back, her dark eyes narrowing and glazing over, as I forced my way into her.

And then little Jenna, the hottest little twelve year old I'd ever seen, got her first cock.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't fucking believe it! I was shoving my dick into the most beautiful little pussy in the world! How did I get so lucky, that this wonderful sexy little twelve year old was giving her virginity to me?

She was wet and hot, and so tight that it seemed like my head barely fit. I had to use a little bit more of my practiced restraint, pausing just long enough for her lips to open reluctantly around me. She might have had her dildo in her many times, but I doubt it was as thick as what I was trying to fit in there now. But she did have an eager little pussy, and those luscious lips wrapped around my head, and I pushed in further.

Jenna let out a little moan, and I looked down at her, underneath me. She was looking up at me with the steamiest, sexist set of eyes I'd ever seen. She wanted this. Oh, god, she wanted this! That look was enough to inspire me, and I pulled back a bit and rammed in all the way.

She squealed. I swear to fucking god she squealed, although I suspect it was as much from shock as it was from delight. But I couldn't care less what the reason was. I was fucking her! I was fucking Jenna's adorable little nearly hairless twelve year old cunt! And I really went at it, slamming my cock deep and pulling back and slamming into her hot little hole again.

After a minute of extremely aggressive sex, I finally got my emotions under control and I slowed down, still holding her knees open, then leaned over and gave her a kiss. She smiled, that same sexy smile that I saw when she first walked into the coffee shop. I let go of her knees just long enough to pull her teeshirt off, and those adorable firm high tits of hers were naked.

As much as I might have wanted to play with them, to touch them and kiss them, I had something else entirely in mind, and I put my hands back on the insides of her knees and pulled her legs open wide and started slamming my hips against her again. And I watched those little tits of hers, so firm they were hardly moving at all as her body was shoved repeatedly back into the couch. Her nipples were so adorable, the sweetest little pink nipples I'd ever seen, stiff little numbs standing up in the middle. I couldn't help myself and had to let go of her knnes again and reach up and grab those nipples in my fingers, pinching and pulling them.

Jenna kept her legs spread wide, even though I wasn't holding them open any more. Her head was rolling from side to side, occasionally flicking back to clear her hair from her face, and I just kept slamming my hips against her, driving my cock deep into her. Fucking her like she was a little rag doll.

I knew, as soon as I felt my balls start to clench, that I needed to pull out. She might not have much by way of tits, but from what she had, it was clear that she was well into puberty by now. And while her pussy sure looked like it was bald, I'd seen that peach fuzz. I didn't dare cum inside her!

Well, you know how that goes, when a man's right on the verge already. I wasn't about to pull out yet, and I slammed in deep, over and over, until it was too late. I held myself all the way inside that tiny little cunt and let my first shot fire straight into her twelve year old womb. I reared back, bellowing like a fucking animal, and I slammed back in and gave her my next shot, and my next, and my next, thoroughly draining my balls into her.

I pulled out and sat back on my knees, and was overwhelmed with a wave of guilt. I'm not the kind of guy who normally has "post coital regret" or whatever it is that the psychologists call it. But this was a glaring exception. I couldn't believe that I'd just fucked this sweet little twelve year old, which was crude enough for god's sake. But then I didn't even have the decency to pull out before I came. God fucking dammit. If the cops broke down my door right then, I would have gone willingly. Yes, your honor, guilty as charged, I fucked her and I knocked her up, too. I couldn't help myself, I'm a pathetic pedophile and I couldn't even be bothered to pull out before I came. Throw the book at me forever, I deserve it.

I climbed up onto the couch next to her, still panting from my exertion, and let out a big solemn self-pitying sigh. I felt like a fool, not just because I'd done what I'd done, but also because I was sitting there feeling all "woe is me! I should go to jail forever!" and a bunch of bullshit, while the girl I'd wronged was right next to me, used and abused and undoubtedly needing some comfort from the man she once admired and most likely was terrified of now.

So I forced myself to get over myself, and I sat up a bit and turned to look at her. She was just lying back on the couch, her legs still spread wide, and she had a great big smile on her face.

She looked at me, flashed a grin, and said, "That was awesome! Way better than I even thought it would be!"

Oh fuck. Once again I had to ask myself what I'd done to deserve a girl like Jenna.

"Well," I managed to reply, "I'm glad, but..."

She sat up and put her hands on either side of her spread-open inner thighs, looking down at her battered, distended pussy. "I can feel it leaking out!" she said. "Look! I can see it!"

She scooped a little bit of cum out of her pussy with a finger, and held it up for a closer inspection, still with her big smile. Then she stuck her finger in her mouth and licked it off.

"Oh fuck," I said, out loud this time.

She giggled, then turned and leaned over me and planted her lips right on mine. When she lifted her face away from mine a little bit, her dark eyes sparkled like she was an impish little child. And then she bit her lower lip, like an evil little seductress. That what she was, you know. An evil little seductress.

And, as if there was any doubt as to whether I was right about that or not, she followed up that lip bite by saying, "Guys online always tell me that I hafta clean their cocks after we have sex. Like, with my tongue."

"Yeah?" I said. Jesus my follow-up responses to this girl made me seem like an idiot.

"You want me to do that?" she asked.

Of course I fucking do you little bitch! But, all I did was groan in response, which made her giggle some more. Then she leaned down, and I felt the warm wetness of her soft tongue dragging along the underside of my cock as it lay, halfway to small again, against my belly. The satisfied shaft lurched at the touch, finding new life, which made Jenna giggle some more. She reached up and pulled her hair back from her face, which just so happened to give me a perfect view of her tongue as she licked the full length of my increasingly thickening cock. And when she got to the base, she just kept on going, down to my pussy-cum soaked balls. Damned if the little bitch didn't lick them completely clean as well.

By the time she got done with the ballsack, I was understandably rock hard again, and she looked up at me with that same big grin.

I'm not particularly proud to report that at this point, all of those feelings of guilt that I'd been overwhelmed with a couple minutes earlier were completely gone now, replaced with a very different mind-set. I could tell little Jenna would let me fuck her again. Hell, the twelve year old slut wanted me to fuck her again. And what kind of a guy would say no to that?

Now, I had an idea that I knew what position Jenna would like the most. She'd told me about how she liked to fuck her dildo on her hands and knees. It seemed to be her favorite thing to do. And, as luck would have it, it's my favorite thing to do, too. I mean, not the dildo fucking. I'm not into that. I mean, riding a girl from behind while the little whore is on her hands and knees.

So, I grabbed her by her skinny bony hips, lifting her up as I slid down onto my knees again. She squealed with delight, the little hussy, I swear to god, she squealed, as I twisted her in the air and plunked her down on the carpet with her ass facing me. She knew exactly what was happening. She knew exactly what I was planning to do. And in response, she dropped right down onto her elbows like she'd been waiting for me to do this for hours. Then she looked back over her shoulder at me with that same big smile.

My dick slid easily into her. She was wet and lubricated with cum, and stretched open already. Her eyes sparkled as I entered her, and she let out an endearing breathy little moan.

My balls were hanging down now, having been unburdened of their first load already, and they were swinging hard and thumping up against her repeatedly as I set my pace, sliding the full length of my grownup manshaft inside her. She might have been stretched open by our first fuck, but she was still tight and tiny, that's for fucking sure, and my cock was on fire from the very first thrust. I still had my hands on her hips, and I was holding tight, digging my fingers into her skin and keeping her in place while I fucked her tiny little twelve year old pussy.

I soon realized that Jenna, when in this position, was used to doing all the work. Dildos stuck between your mattresses don't exactly fuck you themselves. The little minx just kept bucking back against me, no matter how hard I held her hips. The effect was quite spectacular, at least it was, once the two of us got our rhythm in sync, Jenna thrusting back while I thrusted forward, then both of us pulling away, then slamming hips against ass and balls against little clit again. I was easily bottoming out inside her vagina each time, slamming into the back wall of her cunt. Whether this was making her a bit sore, or she was experimenting with the proper angles, I can't really say. But she arched her back to change the angle slightly, and suddenly my cockhead was overwhelmed with the feeling of the warm, sticky mucus of her cervix. Suddenly I was repeatedly ramming hard against the valiant defender of her uterus.

She let out a cry, but if it was a sound of pain, she sure didn't do anything to correct the angle and she just kept slamming her hips back against me, and I just kept hammering into her cervix. I could feel it opening. I swear to god I could feel it opening, at least I could feel that there was an opening, and it felt for all the world to me like my cockhead, fuck yeah the very tip of my cock, my goddamned cumhole, was peeking right into the little girl's womb.

About ten more times, hips slamming together in tandem, cock sliding deep, cumhole penetrating her cervix, and I let loose inside her again, pumping as big a shot as my spent balls could muster directly into her twelve year old baby incubator.

She howled. Like a fucking she-wolf or something. She lifted her head into the air and let out a big wonderful high-pitched howl, slammed back onto me so that my cockhead burrowed into that tiny hole in her cervix, and I shot another load directly into her womb.

She just kept slamming against me like that, well after I was done. The little minx just could not get enough of my cock. I let her keep going until I was so soft that it didn't work anymore, and I slipped out.

We sat on the couch, neither of us putting on any of the clothing that we'd torn off during our love-making, and read the next chapter of the manga. It was actually awfully sweet, to be honest with you -- arms around each other, turning the pages together, our heads so close we could feel the warmth of each other's breath. When we were done with chapter two, I suggested that I should get her home pretty soon, and she agreed.

"Can I leave the book here, though?" she said. "My dad's totally going to freak when I get home, I've been gone so long, and dressed 'like a whore.' But if I'm carrying a fancy book, too... He'll take it away..."

"Of course," I said. I wanted to add that if her dad so much as touched her, I'd beat the living shit out of him. But I knew that wasn't realistic. There really wasn't much I could do about that aspect of her life, other than just being her friend, and showing her than not all men are like her father.

"And that way," she said with a little smile, "you have to let me come over to your house again, so I can read it!"

I laughed. "You are very manipulative, Jenna," I said.

"No I'm not!" she said. Then she grinned. "Well, maybe a little."

I felt sorry for the girl as we got dressed. Her pussy was wet and sticky and bright red, like it had just been beaten into a pulp. If the outside looked like that, I could only imagine what the inside must be like. She's going to be sore come morning, that's for sure.

But despite these thoughts, I had absolutely none of that guilt I felt after the first time. As I watched her get dressed, the overwhelming feeling I felt at that point was pride. Fucking right, I'd just fucked this gorgeous little twelve year old girl. Twice. And I felt damned proud about that.

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I got a message from Jenna the next weekend: "My parents suck. Come and get me."

I was out the door before I'd even typed a response.

We agreed that I'd pick her up at the library, a few blocks from her house. She was standing outside, waiting, when I pulled up. No fishnets today; the same Converse hightops, accompanied by super tight little shorts with dark nylons underneath, and a white tank top. Braless, of course, that was immediately obvious. The nylons were an interesting look, and while I wouldn't say they were as sexy as the fishnets, they had that same air of a girl playing grownup dress-up, which gave the twelve year old a wonderfully provocative air that I had grown to admire in her.

Once we were on the road to my house, I asked her -- a hand on a nylon-clad knee -- what she meant about her parents.

"Oh, they were just really bugging me this morning," she answered, putting her little hand on top of mine. "My room's too messy, my grades aren't good enough, I spend too much time on my phone."

That last part, I knew well enough to be true. She and I chatted for hours sometimes. But I couldn't help but play the father figure. "Good grades are important," I said.

"Don't you start, too!" she scolded me. "I messaged you to get away from that shit!"

I laughed. "Hey, I just care about you. You're real father is an asshole, so you can't blame me for wanting to give you something better than that. For wanting to be more supportive than he is."

"Oh?" She looked at me sideways. "Are you my 'Daddy?'"

"Your 'Daddy?'" I said.

"Yeah,' she said. "That's what you want, isn't it? You want to be my Daddy. Guys online are always asking me to call them 'Daddy.'"

"Yes, you told me that," I replied. "I don't particularly care what you call me. I was just trying to be supportive."

"You were trying to be my Daddy," she said, crossing her arms and grinning. "Well, you sure are a lot nicer than my real dad, so..."

"Nicer than the guys online, too?"

"Umm..." she said, like she was trying to decide. "Some of them are awfully nice! But none of them have had sex with me. Not yet, anyway. So I suppose you can be my Daddy, if you want."

"Whatever," I said.

"Oh, now you don't want to be my Daddy?"

"I never said I wanted to be your Daddy," I answered. "What I want, is to have sex with you again."

That made her smile big. "Okay, Daddy," she said. "Just be gentle with me."

"Gentle?"

"Or rough. Whatever you want, Daddy!"

"That's my good girl!"

When we got to my house, there was no manga-reading foreplay this time. We didn't even bother with any further flirting. We were all over each other the second I got the door closed. I had her pushed up against the wall, right next to the door, and our tongues were deep in each other's mouths. She herself peeled her tight little shorts off while I was busy grappling at her firm baby tits, and a moment later her tank top and nylons were off, and she was fumbling with the zipper on my pants. I helped her with that, and then together we undid the buttons on my shirt, and we were both buck naked.

I reached down and grabbed her skinny little ass cheeks and lifted her up, holding her hard against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around me.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she said. Not that I needed encouragement, or even permission, but goddamn, hearing her say that turned me on. I was already grabbing my shaft, one hand on my cock and the other on her ass, and searching between her legs with my cockhead for the opening to her slut hole. She figured out what I was trying to do, and used what leverage she could find, with her legs wrapped around me and her back up against the wall, to help me get her into the right position.

And then, my cockhead parted her tight pussy lips, and I slid into the little bitch.

Daddy wasn't gentle. That's for damn sure. I was slamming her hard against the wall from the very first thrust, over and over, absolutely pile-driving her with my jack-hammer cock. She had her head on my shoulder, her mouth on my neck, and I could feel between her breathy moans that she was biting me. Little nibbles, not anything particularly aggressive, but it was sweet as hell, and the little electric sensation of her teeth against my skin embolden me to fuck her even harder.

I didn't need my hand under her ass anymore -- she was basically immobile, pinned to the wall, and she kept herself in place for her fucking with her legs tight around my waist. She sure was a good little girl. So I slid both hands up her ribs, god the little thing was so skinny that her chest was just skin and bones, nothing else, until I got to her tits. Those were pressed tight up against me, so there wasn't much fondling that I could do, and I slid my hands right passed them and up. Up to her neck.

She bit into my skin again as I wrapped my fingers tight around her neck. It was so skinny that I could easily get the whole thing inside my hands, and I held her by the neck, pressed hard against that wall, as I repeatedly slammed my cock deep into her tiny little cunt. It was the most amazing sex of my life.

It didn't take long for her hot little hole to do its magic. I usually try to last at least ten minutes, you know? But fucking hell, Jenna was just so hot. She was just so damned willing to let me do whatever I wanted to her. Plus, given that a week ago I was enthusiastically capable of giving her a second dicking only a few minutes after the first, I felt confident that this wouldn't be the only time I fucked the little girl that afternoon.

So I just let it happen. I just kept slamming her ass hard against the wall, driving my cockhead all the way to the end of her vagina, pussy cum flowing out of her and coating my balls, and as I felt my orgasm beginning to boil, and I just let it come. So to speak.

This time, however, I did pull out. It wasn't that I was trying to avoid knocking the bitch up. That actually never entered my mind. What I wanted, what I'd been thinking about every night for the last week, was to shoot my cum on her tight little tummy. That girl's stomach was a sexual organ all itself. Men the world over, and plenty of women, too, get off just thinking about a belly like Jenna's. And there was nothing I wanted to do more right then, than to defile that tummy with as big a load of cum as I could shoot all over it.

So I pulled out quick, just as my first shot was rifling down my urethra, shoved myself up against her pubic mound so that my cock was facing upwards, up towards her stomach. I tightened my fingers around her skinny little neck, not really enough to choke her, just enough to remind her that they were there, and I pumped a giant shot of cum, covering her sweet tiny tummy with my sperm.

As my second shot began its glorious exit, Jenna did something that blew my mind, and made my orgasm a hundred times more intense. With her legs tight around me, as they had been the entire time we fucked, she lifted her abdomen so that her pussy made direct contact with my balls. Her warm, distended, well-fucked cuntlips give my scrotum a soaking wet kiss, right as that second shot fired out, twice the volume, and twice the distance, and her sexy little belly was covered, all the way up her chest to her high tight tits.

And the little bitch was grinding. She was fucking grinding on my balls! Like a girl grinds on her pillow, or her teddy bear. I just kept spewing cum onto her, and she just kept grinding on my balls, until I was completely spent. But that didn't stop her. Fuck no. She kept right on grinding, completely soaking my sack, her mouth still up against my neck and alternating between muffled moans, and sharp little teeth digging into my skin. And she came. Holy shit that sexy little slut came, all over my balls.

I'd never experienced anything as sexy as twelve year old Jenna grinding herself to orgasm on my balls. To this day, it's the most erotic thing a girl has ever done to me.

Once her orgasm finally finished, she loosened the grip her legs had on my waist, and I loosened my grip on her neck, and I slowly lowered her until she was standing on her feet again. The first time she'd been on her feet since she'd kicked her hightops off when we walked into the house. She looked down at her tummy, covered in shining streaks of cum, lifted a hand and rubbed her fingers through my semen. Then she lifted the hand to her mouth, and she looked up at me, and stuck those fingers in and sucked them clean.

This she did a couple more times, until she'd cleaned most of the cum off of her belly. Then she knelt down in front of me, lifted my shaft to expose my scrotum, and started cleaning my balls with her tongue.

She had a lot of cleaning to do. They were literally dripping with her pussy cum. And she sure made certain that they were completely clean before she finished. Even then, though, she wasn't done, she just want right to work on my shaft, licking it up, licking it down, licking it clean.

Now, I hadn't actually gotten very soft through any of this. Having a twelve year old girl grind herself to orgasm on your balls, then clean her cum off of them with her tongue, is the sort of thing that keeps a guy hard. So, when she took my cockhead into her mouth and lifted those dark brown eyes to look up at me, fuck if I didn't feel a surge of blood and my dick instantly going full-on steel pole again.

I had it on good authority that Jenna had never sucked an actual cock before, but I also knew that she sucked her dildo a lot. The guys online insisted on it when she was camming. So this wasn't an entirely unfamiliar act on her part. More importantly, though, the guys were always telling her to shove the dildo down her throat, and being the good girl that she is, she wanted to make them happy. So she'd practiced, and practiced a fuck of a lot, until she could get that dildo all the way in.

This, therefore, explains why, after enjoying her sucking skills on my cockhead for a bit, I put my hands on top of her head, holding her in place nice and tight and up against the wall, and pushed my hips forward. Little Jenna knew exactly what I was going for. She opened her mouth wide, fought off her gag reflex as her extensive practice had taught her to do, and I sunk my dick into her throat.

So, for anyone who's keeping score, I'd just gotten done pinning little Jenna to the wall and railing her hard, and now I had her pinned to the wall again, and I was railing her again, except her throat this time instead of her pussy. This probably leads you to conclude that I'm a complete pedophile asshole, using a twelve year old girl as my personal pleasure slut. But I point out two things in my defense. Firstly, Jenna liked it. That much was obvious as fuck. The little bitch wanted me to use her holes just as hard as I could. And secondly, I actually am a decent enough guy, and I like to fancy myself a kind and caring lover. Getting a girl off is as important to me as getting myself off. So, bear with me here, as I jam my cock repeatedly down Jenna's throat. I'll get around to treating her decent at some point, I promise.

After a handful of nice hard hip thrusts, ramming my dick down the poor girl's throat, I sensed that she needed to catch her breath, and I pulled back, and pulled out. The little thing gasped, coughed up a bit of phlegm, then just looked up at me and opened her mouth wide again. See what I mean about her wanting it? And so I shoved my cockhead back down her throat. Don't tell me you wouldn't done the same, 'cause you'd be lying. And lying is a sin. Though, possibly, not as big a sin as the one I was presently committing in Jenna's mouth.

This time, I didn't stop after a couple of strokes. I pushed my cock in deep and held it there, my phlegm-dripping balls tight up against her chin, and then I started rocking, skull-fucking her while I held her pinned tight and immobile. Eventually I backed off, but only because my balls were boiling again. She might have wanted to gasp and cough again; who knows, maybe she even wanted get away. But I held her tight in place with my fingers wrapped in her hair and her head slammed up against the wall, and I kept my cockhead in her mouth and I exploded, firing cum right into her mouth.

Ten minutes later, Jenna was sitting on the couch with my shirt on, and nothing else. She hadn't even bothered to button the shirt. Jesus. Have I mentioned how hot this girl was? She was just sitting there, naked except for my button-up shirt, which was open to show her naked and very prominent breastbone, and her skinny little tummy. She was also sipping a Coke that I had very thoughtfully gotten her, to soothe her no doubt burning throat. See what a decent guy I am?

"Should we read some of the manga now?" she said, sounding for all the world like a kid who just wanted to read some comics with a friend, not a girl who had been used like a sex object a few minutes ago.

"You go ahead," I said. "I've got something else in mind."

She shrugged her shoulders, picked up the book, and leaned back to start reading. I slid down off the couch, took ahold of her knees, and pulled them forward. She looked suspiciously over the book at me, but didn't object to whatever it was that I had in mind. Once I'd gotten her ass to the edge of the couch cushion, I spread her legs, leaned down, and I planted my lips right on that sweet little pussy of hers. I gave her a big wet kiss, and then I looked up at her. She was looking down at me with a smile, then just lifted the book and went back to reading. And I went back to kissing.

I gave her pussy slit a lick, tasting the tangy saltiness, mixed with a wonderful freshness like I'd never tasted from a woman's cunt before. I looked up at her again, and she turned a page on the book, as if I wasn't doing a thing down there between her legs.

"Oh, look at this!" she said, turning the book around to show me a full-page picture. "Isn't it cool?"

I sat back. "Sure," I said, a little nonplused by her lack of interest in my cunnilingus. This was not the reaction I was expecting. I started climbing out from between her legs.

"You're not stopping, are you?" she said.

"You... Well, you don't seem to be enjoying it," I answered.

At that moment, I noticed that there was a hint of pink on her pale cheeks. It was the first time I'd seen anything like a blush from the girl.

"I like it," she said.

I shook my head, and leaned back in. Jenna went back to reading the book, but she did reach one hand down and put it on top of my head, running her fingers through my hair. It was almost like she was trying to reassure me that she liked it.

I went back to work, finding her little clit and teasing it and feeling it stiffen under my tongue. Finally , the girl was responding, first by spreading her legs a little wider, then by gripping her fingers in my hair. Regardless of her reaction, she continued reading the book. I wasn't sure why she wanted to read that damned thing while I went down on her, but whatever, I diligently kept at my task. I was determined to make the girl cum, and after licking the full length of her delicious pussy a few times, I slipped my tongue inside her, and I heard the first moan, soft and breathy, escape her sweet little mouth, and she tightened her grip on my hair.

I tongue-fucked her cunt for half a minute, then moved back up to her clit and sucked the stiff little nub into my mouth. The moan that she emitted now wasn't soft -- it was long and low and sensual. She set the book down face-first on her tummy, and slipped a hand under my unbuttoned shirt that she was wearing, and started rubbing a finger over her nipple.

Another minute of clit-sucking and pussy licking, and her legs were spread even wider and her skinny thighs were shaking, and she let out a loud "Oh God!" At that moment, her legs snapped together, those sweet creamy little thighs clamping around my face, and she squirmed and moaned and cried out loud.

Jenna, I discovered, was awfully fucking sexy when she was cumming.

We sat together on the couch afterwards, both of us still nearly naked, and read the manga together for another half an hour, before I finally took her home.

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We were on my bed again the next weekend. Jenna on top of me, buck naked and sitting above me on her knees. My cock was buried in her cunt and she was bouncing. Bouncing like a little minx. About every third bounce, she flicked her head to the side to clear her long black hair away from her face. I had my hands on her hips, so narrow that my thumbs were able to find her little clitty, and I was pinching it between them.

She bounced and bounced, fucking me like a pro. She had her damned self-satisfied smile on her face. She knew she was good. She knew she could get me to do anything she wanted, so long as she fucked me like this. The girl might have been too young to know the words "pussy whipped," but she sure knew the general principle, and she knew she had me whipped hard.

Jenna rode me on the bed that afternoon for ten fucking minutes, her pussy gushing the entire time. And she didn't stop, not when I was beginning to moan, not when I was lifting my hips to drive deeper into her, not when I grunted and groaned and started cumming. Jenna wasn't going to make me pull out.

When she was done, she rolled off, breathing heavy and sweating, her long dark hair matted around her face. She wrapped a leg around me and started sliding her dripping pussy against my thigh, leaving a wet sticky trail on my skin.

"Let's do it again!" she said, all excited.

"Oh god," I groaned, not all excited.

"Come on!" she said. "I want to do it doggy!"

Resigned to my fate, I reached down and started rubbing my cock to get him hard. Jenna jumped up.

"You get yourself a stiffy," she said. "I'm gonna run grab the manga!"

"The manga?" I said, highly confused.

"Yeah!" she answered. "That way, I can read the manga while you dick me!'

"Oh fuck," I groaned, to Jenna's hearty giggle as she skipped out of the room. It wasn't very hard to get me a "stiffy," I have to admit.

Something about having little twelve year old Jenna on her elbows and knees, arching her back to give me the right angle to fuck her cervix, all the while nonchalantly paging through a comic book... Well, once again I realized that sex with Jenna was unlike sex with any woman I'd ever known before.

And so, I held tight to her skinny hips while she read the book, and I repeatedly rammed my cockhead into the soft warm flesh of the opening to her tender preteen womb. I gave that little cervix one hell of a pummeling that afternoon. I knew she was going to be sore for days afterwards, but the little bitch didn't seem to care. Hell no. There was nothing that Jenna liked more than a good hard dicking.

After five minutes of this, me slamming my hips against her while she paged through the comic book, she reached one hand back and started petting my balls. "Daddy?" she said.

I was on the verge of exploding. "Yeah?" I panted.

"You can cum in me again," she said. "I don't mind. I like having your cum in me."

"Oh fuck!"

"Give me your cum, Daddy," she said, and flipped another page on the manga.

I drove my head into her as hard as I possibly could, penetrating the little hole of her cervix and holding myself there as my orgasm exploded down my cock, firing my sperm right into her twelve year old womb.

I lay down on the bed, exhausted, when I was done. She laid the comic open on my belly, then climbed between my legs and licked me clean, reading the manga the whole time.

What a girl my little Jenna was. What a sweet little lover she was.

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The events of this story took place several years ago; Jenna's a grownup woman now, as strong and self-assured as she was when she was twelve. And in my eyes, she's every bit as sexy now as she was when we first met, although I'm afraid she disputes that fact. She prefers to remember herself back in those days, which, while I find unnecessary, I also find extremely hot, and it does make for some awfully fun sex.

We lost touch for a while, during her high school years, when hanging out and drinking with friends was more important to a young woman than some older guy who just wants to fuck her brains out all the time. There were plenty of high school guys that wanted to fuck her brains out, anyway, and by then she'd also discovered that girls could be a lot of fun in the sack, too. In fact, she prefers the ladies, but she still likes dick, which is where I come into the picture.

Once we hooked up again, we started right back where we'd left it, and we're lovers and "friends with benefits" to this day. For her -- well, in truth, for both of us, but for her especially -- her favorite thing to do is to replay those early days. She pretends to be a hot little twelve year old, I play the reluctant gentleman who buys her a comic book, and then we fuck like crazy. Hell, we even still have the manga. It's a little bit tattered now. She still reads it sometimes when I'm "dicking" her.

We're going out tonight, in fact. At my insistence, she's wearing a pair of black converse hightops with black fishnet stockings, an indecently short miniskirt, and no panties. A gray tank top completes the look, with no bra underneath, of course. We're meeting at a coffee shop, and then we're going back to my place and I'm taking her virginity again. For the hundredth time at least.

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