Author: Dayvid Notellin (
dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com
)
Title: Size Queen 1
Part: Part 1
Summary: Some girls like it big
even when they're little.
Keywords: Mg - Pedo, Ageplay,
Size, Straight
Date: 07/26/2017
Prologue
Nellie
crawled backwards on the mattress, trying to get away from the huge finger that
was trying to force it's way deeper into her, but it was no good. The headboard
stopped her, and her babysitter's finger - already an inch deep into her tiny
little cunny - pushed deeper still. It hurt! A burning, stretching
feeling that made her want to cry out, only it wouldn't do any good. She'd lost
the bet and she'd have to pay the penalty. It's what she got for betting
against a sixteen year old boy anyway - served her right.
Paul
grinned, twisting the finger and pushing it deeper into the little girl's
cunny. He loved the way she looked, felt, and most of all the way she'd always
played fair when they had these little bets. He knew in his heart-of-hearts
that Nellie was a slut. The way she teased him every time he baby-sat, dressing
to expose as much of her tiny body as she could - as if she had anything to
show anyway! And she always wanted to make the bets sexual. It'd started out
with kisses, then "grownup" kisses, on to exposing various body
parts, touching, and now this. It was win-win for him of course. If he lost, he
had to let her stroke his cock. If he won, he got to finger-fuck her.
Except
that she'd never really had anything larger than her own index finger inside
her before, and Paul's finger was longer and thicker than her own -
considerably so. With no experience to draw on, it didn't seem like it'd
be a big difference, but she found out soon enough that size matters. And even
an apparently small difference in size (a little girl's finger vs. a teen boy's
finger, for instance) can be very significant when it comes to what will fit in
a tiny little-girl hole!
Still,
she'd lost the bet, he'd won, and she had to pay. At least he knew enough to
use some baby oil to slick up the way before he started forcing it inside her.
At first she'd thought she'd be able to handle it, but the stretching was so
intense - and her little muscles would not just relax and let it happen. They
clenched down hard to try to keep the intruder out, which made things
worse.
Fortunately
though, while Clark was anything but expert in these matters, he did have a
little common sense. When Nellie could retreat no further, instead of forcing
his finger deeper into her, instead he used his oily thumb on her slit, rubbing
up and down. From previous bets, he already knew she liked that anyway, and it
served to distract her. He had no clue that a girl's pain threshold is closely
linked to her level of arousal. He only knew that as he rubbed her slit, the
more she seemed to relax, and the deeper he could slip his finger into her.
Of
course the stretching was still quite painful, but Nellie found the pain was
less horrible and more... stimulating. It was like it almost felt good
being stretched like that. And as he continued to rub her slit, she found she
liked the feeling of being filled up with his finger. It made her feel... well,
full of course, but full like in a way she'd never felt before. It
was... satisfying. More than that, it was exciting. And when he started to
withdraw it, she felt... empty. Like an empty stomach. Like something was
missing. And without even thinking about it, she grabbed his wrist and pulled
up while shifting her hips down to get that finger back deep inside where it
belonged.
She
had no idea that the movement would feel like that! It was amazing,
causing shivers to run down her spin and a gasp of surprise and delight to
erupt from her throat. Paul, novice that he was, still recognized that gasp for
what it was, and grinned. He could feel the heat and the pulse of her pussy tight
around his finger, but the way it slid back inside, he knew he'd be able to do
that again. So he did. He slid his finger about three-quarters out, then back
in. The little girl grinned and squealed.
"Does
that feel nicer now Nellie?" he asked.
"Still
hurts," she said, but it didn't seem to be a complaint so much as a brag.
"Do
you want me to stop?" he asked. Of course, he didn't want to stop,
but he also didn't want to hurt her to the point where she told on him.
"No...
it's kay, you can do it some more if you wanna... I lost the bet, and fair's
fair."
Paul
grinned. She wasn't fooling anyone. She liked it, so he kept on. Very gradually
her cunt-tunnel loosened and he was able to wiggle slightly, which made her go
crazy, crying out with pleasure, and to his amazement, he got to see his first
girl-climax. He hadn't even known that six-year-olds could climax, and
yet, there it was, her sweating quivering body, her cries of pleasure (and
pain), it was everything he'd heard about, but in miniature.
The
Quest...
Nellie
had learned much that day. First among the thing's she'd learned was that she loved
the feeling of her pussy being filled up, and missed it when when it wasn't. Even though Paul and her had a few more
such "adventures", it simply wasn't enough for her, and she began to
experiment with other ways of filling herself up. She especially loved the
pain/pleasure of having her pussy stretched, and so it wasn't long before she
was using multiple fingers on herself, as well as other makeshift phalluses to
achieve that goal.
She
discovered the joys of the perfectly-shaped "Sharpie" markers just
after her seventh birthday - bigger than a boy's finger, longer, and so smooth!
And unlike her fingers, they didn't get tired! Only a few month's
later she was getting ready for school one morning when she noticed the size
and shape and smoothness of the handle of her hairbrush. She didn't have time
then, but thought about it all day so that by the time she got home after
school, she ran to her room and practically rammed the thing inside herself. As
she'd expected, it stretched her pussy terribly, making it burn and ache in
that wonderful way that made her cum bigger than anything.
Naturally
she learned all she could about these things, which led her into a
much-sooner-than-typical education about sex. No grownups would give her any
information, so she did her own research. It was easy enough to get info, even
despite the blocks placed on her computer by the "Child Safety"
software her parents had installed. No actual porn got through of course, but
information leaked, and she was a quick study with a keen mind and a keener
imagination. She didn't actually need to see everything. With clear
descriptions, she could imagine plenty.
She
was almost eight before she could talk a boy into fucking her. Apparently boys
were really stupid and scaredy-cats about such things. She actually had to
"be his girlfriend" for a while, and teach him some things
about sex first. She'd read about hand-jobs and taught him - which he liked
plenty. She'd read about blowjobs too, but that didn't interest her - she
wanted his cock inside her pussy, where it would fill and stretch her, not in
her mouth! But when she actually got to see his dick she was terribly
disappointed - the sharpie was bigger! Not to mention the hairbrush handle.
Still, from what she'd read, penises were supposed to be better than toys, so
she managed to get him to fuck her. But it wasn't very much fun. Sure, it was
nice and warm and felt good inside her, but it didn't fill her - much
less stretch her the way she craved.
Older
boys have bigger dicks - that much was clear from her reading, so she tried to
seduce older boys, with near-zero luck. They just weren't interested in a
little girl like her. So she hit the books harder, learning more about
presentation and sex appeal. She learned to dress more provocatively, to use
makeup to make her look older, to walk and talk and act in ways which got boys
excited.
She
finally tripped a ten-year-old, then an eleven-year-old. Now their penises were
getting up there to what she desired, and she actually enjoyed being fucked by
that big penis (over 3" long and bigger round than a Sharpie!) By the time
she was nine, she'd worked her way up from ten-year-old boys to her first
high-school boy. At fifteen, his penis had been a huge 5" long, and for a
few weeks she thought she was in love. Not only did he fill her like she wanted
- needed - but he even treated her like a woman, kissing her like a grownup,
finger-fucking her, and he even tried going down on her a couple of times. That
was, until he found out she was only nine, then he dumped her like a box of
dead cats.
The
next month or so sucked. Nellie had found what she craved - big cocks - but she
was too young to have ready access. Her ex-boyfriend had spread the word that
she was only a Fourth Grader, despite the fact that she looked and dressed like
a (admittedly small) Sixth Grader or maybe Seventh, and none of the boys would
have anything to do with her.
Except
Steve. He was, like her, an outcast. Smaller than most other Juniors in High
School, he had few friends and fewer prospects for girlfriends. He also had a
bit of a thing for smaller, younger girls than himself. So when he heard about
her going for High-Schoolers, he sought her out.
A
bit of a rocky start, but they worked it out. After all, they both wanted the
same thing. He wanted a younger girlfriend, and she wanted an older boyfriend.
It was only a week before he was banging her regularly, and she was in bliss.
He was sixteen and his dick was nearly six inches long and so thick the first
time he tried to squeeze it inside her, he couldn't fit until he'd oiled it up
and stretched her out with his fingers for a while first. After he'd been
fucking her for about a minute, he came inside her, triggering the most
explosive orgasm she'd ever had.
She
fell in love with Steve instantly, and let him fuck her at every opportunity -
which was pretty often. He was, after all, a horny sixteen-year-old boy, and
seven years difference in age was really nothing. Her own parents had more of
an age difference than that!
At
sixteen, of course, Steve had heard of different positions and things to try,
so they experimented and tried out different things. They both learned how to
give head. Steve liked licking her little pussy, but didn't really "get
off" on it, whereas Nellie learned that while sucking a tiny little dick
wasn't that exciting, sucking one that filled her mouth completely, and gushed
cum when he came, was really rather exciting. And she could finger-fuck herself
while doing it, so that was cool.
They
had a lot of fun for a few months, but eventually Steve fell for another girl -
one with tits - and Nellie was left with nobody to fuck. She wasn't really
heartbroken - it hadn't really been love - but she did miss being filled. She
did find her mom's 6" dildo, and had a blast with that for a while, but it
just wasn't the same. For starters, it was too narrow - much narrower than
Steve's cock, so it didn't give her that wonderful stretching feeling she
yearned for.
At
Last!
She
was nearing her tenth birthday, single, with no prospects. She'd taken to
dressing and acting even sluttier, hanging out at the mall with kids older than
herself, like in their teens. Most of them were, of course, only experimenting
with sluttiness, teasing boys their age instead of
actually putting out. She gathered that only about two-thirds of them had even
lost their V's yet - an idea that made her giggle inside, knowing she was so
much more experienced than them. But she needed to have others to hang out with,
so she didn't let on. Being from different schools, they didn't know she was
much younger than them, so they let her hang and play-tease.
They
boys that were vying for their attentions were, of course, also much older than
her, and therefore uninterested in her flat chest and slight curves. Sure, she
had a killer ass, a cute face, and dressed and acted like a very sexually
attractive girl, but guys that age mostly just want tits, since that's usually
the only part they'd ever seen anyway. Still, it was better than nothing, and
it gave Nellie some good practice at teasing, posing, and bantering - not that
she needed it.
It
was about noon one Saturday when she was hanging out at the food court when she
noticed the guy watching her. She wasn't sure why it caught her attention,
because lots of guys watched her - many with amusement, some with
interest and a few with disgust. But there was something about the way this guy
looked at her.
She
carried on, checking him out without letting on. He seemed pretty average.
Older than her High-School chums, possibly in college or maybe even graduated.
He was clean and well-dressed in clean, new-ish
looking jeans and a sweater. He had a nice build, shaggy black hair and deep
brown eyes to go with his dark skin - pretty much an exact contrast to her own
delicate pale skin, pale blonde hair and cobalt-blue eyes.
He
wasn't staring, but looked at her often enough that she knew he was watching
her, and when their eyes actually met, he didn't look away. Quite the opposite.
He held her gaze as if saying, "Yeah, I'm watching you." and daring
her to do something about it.
She
did. She giggled, and he grinned.
She
went to the rail where she could look out over the lower level of the mall, put
one foot on the lower rail, and positioned herself in one of her most
provocative poses. With her foot up, her short skirt barely covered her ass,
and many of those below could see her panties. More than once she'd caused
people (usually men) to walk into things, trip over benches - one guy even
walked right into the fountain as he was ogling her. His wife was not amused.
The pose was distracting for those below, but for those on this level, it
showed off her legs and ass wonderfully even thought she had on sneakers and
bunched socks. She had no tits to speak of, but with her back to the food
court, they couldn't really tell. She flipped her long hair so it hung down her
back in it's two long pony tails, actually looking
longer than it was because of the way her back was arched, and actually reached
past her bare midrift to the shiny black belt that
was actually part of her dark blue skirt.
She
was pleased when he sidled up next to her, putting one of his own feet on the
lower rail, and leaning forward on his elbows. "Lookin'
good there kid," he said in a low, mellow-sounding voice. She didn't like
being called a kid, but he seemed friendly enough anyway, so she just filed
that away as something she'd straighten him out on later.
"Thanks
mister," she said in her best sexy-lilty voice.
She didn't do it on purpose, it was just habit when she was in "teasy" mode.
He
chuckled. "You have a nice voice. Very sexy."
Suddenly
she was shy, blushing. Nobody had ever complimented her voice like that before.
Her ass, sure. Her legs even. Once in a while, even her outfit. But her voice?
It was, in a way, more intimate than her ass, because she'd actively worked
at it.
"Um,
thanks," she said uncertainly, not using her "sexy voice" in her
confusion.
"Ooh,
even better," he said. "Your natural voice is even sexier than your
put-on voice! Granted, your put-on voice sounds older, but you don't need to
sound older for me. I think you're very nice just the way you are."
Nellie
could feel her cheeks burning, and wondered why he had such an effect on her.
She'd flirted with hundreds of men, teased hundreds more. But none of them had
really ever seemed sincere. This guy was, and it was intoxicating.
"Uhm,
thanks, I guess?" she said, then giggled. "And I worked so
hard on it too!"
He
grinned. "I bet you did! As hard as you worked on everything else. I gotta
tell you hon, you really pull it off. If I didn't know better, I'd guess you
were at least... oh, I dunno, thirteen at least!"
That
made her curious - and a little bit nervous. "How do you know
better?" She thought he might be someone who knew her parents or
something.
"Well,
I didn't know better, but you just confirmed it, so now I do," he
grinned, the smile growing as comprehension that he'd tricked her dawned on
her.
"You're
a skunk," she accused.
"And
a cad, and an oaf, and many other bad things. But fortunately for you, I won't
hold it against you."
She
frowned, not sure how he could hold that against her, but then
realized he'd turned the tables on her again. She shook her head. "You're
tricky!" But she liked that he was so much smarter than most of the boys
she dealt with. Momentarily, she wished he was prospective boyfriend material.
Boy wouldn't that be something! She wondered how big his dick was and a
moment later realized she'd been daydreaming and he was watching her.
"I'd
give a million bucks to know what you were thinking about just then," he
said softly, making her blush furiously. "You're blushing," he
chuckled. "It must have been something really naughty!"
It
was like he could read her mind! She couldn't have that! She struggled to find
a change of subject. "So what's your name?" she asked bluntly and
wishing she'd been smoother about it.
"I'm
Steve," he said simply. "And you are?"
She
looked at him. "I used to have a boyfriend named Steve!"
"Well
that wasn't me," he said simply. Then just before she could reply, he
continued. "Know how I know?"
It
was a leading question, she knew, but she really wanted to know where it
could possibly lead. So she swallowed the bait. "How do you know,"
she asked.
"Because,"
he said simply, "if you were my girlfriend, there's no way I'd ever
break up with you!"
Another
compliment! And this one had ... implications. He was basically saying that
being boyfriend-girlfriend with her was something he'd want to continue
forever. Like going steady or something! If only! She blushed again at her
enthusiasm for the idea. Obviously she and he couldn't be boyfriend/girlfriend.
If seven years difference was too much, well, he and she were probably at least
twice that far apart.
"Bet
I know what you're thinking," he said, interrupting her woolgathering once
again. She mentally hustled to catch up.
"Bet
ya don't!" she said. No way he could know.
"Bet
you a buck," he challenged.
That
caught her off-guard. She knew what a bet was. She and Paul had made many bets.
The sudden memory came back and sent a shiver through her. She forced herself
to focus on the here and now. Sure she knew what a bet was, but she'd never
made a bet for money before. "I never bet money..." she was going to
say "I never bet money before, but realized at the last second that that
would make her seem younger, and for some reason, she wanted to seem older
around this guy.
He
grinned as if she'd offered him a prize. "Great! No money then. I'll bet
you a kiss I know what you were thinking."
Well
that would work! She'd win because there's no way he could know what she was
thinking. "Okay then Mr. Smartypants, what was I
thinking?"
He
grinned. "You were thinking about a chocolate chasing a purple bus through
a jungle!"
She
shook her head. That was so... stupid! She'd expected him to at least make a
reasonable guess. Actually, she kind of hoped he had known what she was
thinking, though of course it was impossible.
"That's
stupid," she said before she realized how rude it was to say that.
"Oh
darn, so I lose. So I owe you," he said, shaking his head sadly even thought he didn't look even a little bit sad.
"Yeah!"
she said, happy at the thought she'd won. Then she saw that he'd completely
manipulated her. He'd blown the guess because the bet was a kiss! Now he could
kiss her! Kinda had to kiss her actually. Then she realized that he
would have won either way, because if he had guessed, then she
would have to kiss him, so either way it was the same thing! What a
scoundrel he was!
"Oh,
you are a stinker," she said, giggling at the way he'd maneuvered
her.
"I
told you I was all that, and worse," he said. Then he relented.
"Seriously though, you don't have to let me give you a kiss if you
don't want to. I mean, I did trick you, so I don't really deserve a kiss
from such a beautiful girl, right?" He winked, and she knew he was setting
her up again.
"You're
just saying that so I'll think you're sweet for letting me off the hook and
then you'll just use that to trick me some other way. So I'm probably better
off just kissing you," she said, proud of her reasoning.
"Aw,
man! You got me!" he said, looking at her with eyes that complimented her
brainpower. Even without words he was making her feel good! She leaned toward
him, but he backed up a tiny bit.
"Woah
girl, I can't go kissing you in public! I mean, Jesus, there are laws. If
you're over ten, I could get in trouble!"
"Ten?
Really?" she blinked. But now she was looking forward to getting the kiss
out of the way, so she added, "Well don't worry. You still have a couple
months."
His
grin grew huge. "I was right! I bet myself you weren't a teenager
yet!"
She
realized he'd tricked her into revealing her age, and got miffed. "So you
did all that just to get my age?" It was a mean trick. She wanted that
kiss! Not just to get it over with, but because she wanted to kiss him! She was
so annoyed she didn't even realize she was working through her real
motivations.
"Oh
no," he said in a serious, lower tone, "not at all. I did all that so
I'd have an excuse to kiss you. The age thing is just because I was curious. I
wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you, and it didn't matter how old you
are. You're an incredibly attractive girl... uh... what's-yer-face?"
"Nellie,"
she said automatically. "Seriously? You still want to kiss me even though
I'm like, well... way younger than you?"
He
glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby, then leaned closer, speaking
lower. "Nellie, you wanna know a secret?"
"Uh
huh," she said, really curious by the serious tone.
"Well,
there are some people who don't care how old someone is. And there are some who
think it's even sexier if there's a big difference in ages. I'm one off the
second kind. I think the fact that you're almost ten is way, way cool. But you do
know that grownups aren't supposed to be interested in young girls,
right?"
Nellie's
pulse was hammering. Was this guy for real? It was too good to be true! He
might really, really like her! Again her mind went back to that
"girlfriend" comment, and she wondered... but he was talking again so
she forced her attention back.
"Don't
worry thought," he was saying. "I know you're probably not interested
in having a twenty-five year old boyfriend." Twenty-five? He was more than
fifteen years older than her! That was so awesome!
Again
she fought to keep her excitement under control and listen to what he was
saying. "So you can just run along. It's been a real pleasure flirting
with you, and if, in a few years, you decide you'd like an older guy, be sure
to look me up." He was dismissing her? Without even letting her side be
heard? That was so unfair!
"But
what if I want an older boyfriend now?" she asked hurriedly, then realized
she'd spoken too loud and looked around nervously. The Food Court was a noisy
place though, and nobody seemed to have heard.
"Honey,"
he said, sadly shaking his head. "You don't want an older boyfriend - not
one as old as me anyway. Not while you're still a virgin. Older men want girls
to do things..."
It
was her turn to interrupt. "I've done things! I've had older boyfriends!
I'm not a virgin!" she said in a rush to convince him. She felt like this
prime catch was slipping away, and wanted to reel him in, so she was tossing
all the bait she could find.
"Nellie,"
he said, 'you're a darling, wonderful, smart, pretty, even sexy girl. I
really do wish I could be your boyfriend. But your parents would kill me. And
besides, don't you want a boy your age to be your boyfriend, take you to
dances, all that stuff?"
"Nuh
uh," she said determinedly. "My parents don't have to know. And boys
my age are all dumb and..." she paused. She knew she shouldn't say their
dicks were too small, so she side-stepped. "And they don't know about sex
stuff. I want a man - a real man. A man like you!"
He
was looking at her with a grin that made her feel like he wanted to attack her
- and like that might be a good thing. If she'd known what to call it, she'd
have said it was a "wolfish grin". But she knew something about it
made her tummy tickle.
Half
an hour later, Steve pulled into his driveway, clicked the door opener, and
drove into the garage, closing the door behind him. Once it was down, Nellie
popped up in the passenger seat where she'd been hunched down so nobody would
see her arrive at the confirmed bachelor's upscale home. He'd explained on the
ride over why she couldn't be seen entering or leaving, and she was more than
willing to go along with it.
Unlike
most girls of any age, much less ten years old, Nellie knew what she
wanted. She'd known for a while - she just didn't think she'd ever find it. She
wasn't looking for "love" - not exactly anyway. She was looking for
one thing only - a decent sized cock, and a man who would share it with her
without a bunch of strings attached. It wasn't that she was "against"
love - it's just that she wasn't quite ten years old, and such things hadn't
really occurred to her. She was still smarting a little over being dumped by
the old Steve anyway. To her thinking, a "boyfriend" was a boy and a
friend, though older people might call what she was looking for something like
"Friends with Benefits".
Steve
also wasn't looking for "romance". He'd had a few Great Romances in
his life already. The first had been when he was a kid, with a neighborhood
girl named Marlene. He'd been ten and she five when they'd become friends, and
by the time he was twelve and she was seven, they'd already explored the main
spectrum of sexual activity. It'd started simply enough, playing house, which
naturally involved kissing and "sleeping" together. Both had
insatiable curiosities and no shame about sex stuff, so one thing had
progressed smoothly to another, and another. All that had been ripped asunder
when her father had been transferred overseas and taken the family with him.
Naturally they'd tried the long-range romance thing, but of course, that hadn't
worked out.
The
next had been in his mid teens. He thought she was
the one for sure, but where he was sexually adventurous, she was pretty straight-laced.
They did have some fun, and lots of missionary-style sex, but where his
first girlfriend had had no qualms about other types of sex, this one wouldn't
even give him a hand-job, much less a blow-job. Though they had struggled with
it for a few years, it was doomed to failure, and the more he tried and failed
with her, the more he dreamed of his first girlfriend and her easy sexual
nature. He found himself getting aroused over those memories, remembering her
little-girl body, perfectly bare and smooth pussy, and so on. Part of him
equated his growing dissatisfaction with her to her physical maturity, so that
by the time they actually broke up, part of him was convinced that young
equaled sexy. For the next several years, this was supported by his subconscious
seeking out young-girl porn and beating off to it, thereby reinforcing his
believe that little girls are sexy.
He'd
never actually sought out a little girl to be with, but when he saw Nellie at
the food court that day, he felt a connection with her. She was so much
like his lost Marlene - not in looks obviously, but in her free sexuality, that
he couldn't help but want her. And when he found that she wanted him too, it
was as if it was all preordained.
Steve
had been prepared to woo her and work up to the sexual stuff they both so
obviously wanted, but Nellie didn't need any excuse. Once they were in the
house proper, she signaled for a kiss, got it, and quickly upgraded that kiss
from "coach" to "first-class". Her tongue speared between
his lips and he opened his mouth automatically. In seconds he'd scooped her up,
her legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed and carried her into the living
room, laying her down on the sofa without their lips separating for an instant.
When
she finally broke the kiss, Steve said, "Wow! That was some..." but
got no further. The little girl was already stripping out of her clothes, and
in seconds she was topless. He just stood there, dumbfounded, watching her work
on the buckle.
She
sensed his stillness and looked at him, then realized how intently he was
staring at her half-nudity and blushed. She covered her nearly non-existant breasts, with her arms. "What are you staring
at?" she asked hotly, ashamed to have nothing there to look at. He'd
obviously been with women who had tits, and she had nothing.
"No
no honey," he said hurriedly. "I was
admiring your sweet body. Damn you're sexy!" She started to speak, but as
seemed to happen a lot, he seemed to read her mind. "And don't even think
about saying anything against your beautiful little chest. You might not have
any tits yet, but your nipples are gorgeous, perking up, and I know you want me
to kiss and lick them, right? And I want to kiss and lick them too - and a lot
more! So don't you dare say anything about how I can't like your chest,
because I love it! Now lower those arms!"
She
did, but giggled, giddy at the compliment. "I'll lower my arms if you
lower your pants!"
Since
she'd already lowered her arms, it seemed unfair for him not to comply, so he
quickly shucked off his sweater, revealing his nicely-chiseled chest and
stomach, then slid his pants down, leaving his shorts on and revealing his
considerable bulge in all it's glory.
Nellie
finished with her buckle and slid her skirt down to join the rest of her clothes.
She hadn't even bothered leaving her panties on for his enjoyment, not knowing
that guys enjoyed that sort of thing. She wanted sex, and they'd be in the way,
so they went! She looked at him, and her jaw dropped.
She'd
never seen a full-grown man naked before, and Steve was actually a pretty good
specimen of the tall, dark, and handsome variety. But all that was second to
where her eyes zeroed in on his bulge. It was abundantly clear that six inches
her last "Steve" had had were far out-classed here, and she found her
mouth dry at the prospect of what lie under that stretched out fabric.
"I
guess that means you approve," Steve said, smiling at the way she was
staring at his package. There's little in the world that builds a man's ego
better than a pretty girl ogling his goods.
Nellie
snapped out of it and put her hands on her hips. "What's the deal? I got
naked for you! Why aren't you naked yet? I want to see it!" It was
almost a whine, and Steve's grin only grew broader.
"Okay,
okay. Keep your knickers on," he chided, then corrected, "Oh wait,
they're already off!'
"Very
funny!" Nellie said, her voice giving lie to the expression.
"C'mon!" she whined.
"Fine.
Here!" he said, slipping his shorts down and off. His cock sprang up,
large and hard, and continuing to expand now free from it's
confines.
Children
live in a more compressed time scale than adults do, and Nellie honestly felt
like it had been forever since she'd seen, touched, and tasted a cock.
And she'd really missed it. She practically flew to Steve, and in a flash she
was holding it, exploring it with her fingers as it continued to expand and
lift, her touches helping speed the process along. By the time it was fully
erect, she'd fully examined and cherished his cock balls, ass, and had given it
several strokes, marveling and exclaiming at how hot and hard it was, but most
of all at how huge it was.
All
modesty aside, Steven knew that at a touch over seven inches, his cock was only
a little over average. But perception is tricky, and truly, in the hands of
this little girl, it looked simply gargantuan to his eyes, and he wished he had
a camera. It would make for some pretty damn good pictures!
"Oh
wow!" Nellie giggled suddenly - a happy sound. "It's leaking!"
"You've
never seen precum before?" he asked. On the drive over he'd asked about
what she'd done sexually so he'd have some idea of her level of expertise, and
she'd told him about her last "Steve", his cock, and how he'd fucked
her with it many times.
But
apparently that Steve had always put it right in and fucked her, so she'd never
seen what happens when a guy is turned on for a while before his cock is out of
sight. "Don't worry honey, it just means I'm really, really turned
on by you. My cock's getting ready to slip into you by giving us a little extra
lube.
Nellie
nodded. "I didn't think you would need it," she said seriously.
"I'm wet as can be. But that... thing. That ain't gonna fit inside me
easy, I think!"
"Too
much for you sweetie?" he asked with concern. "You know we can do
other things until you're ready. Finger fucking, oral, I even have a few toys
around here somewhere..."
"NO
WAY!" Nellie said. "I want that inside me! All of it! If it
really can't fit then fine, but I really want you to try!" She looked at
it again with glazed eyes and in a low voice added, "Try hard."
"Well,
you're the boss," Steve said, only to eager to comply. "Here, lay
down on the sofa and let me get in there and get you ready."
Nellie
complied, and in a moment the young girl was leaning back, legs spayed wide as
Steve's tongue worked some real magic on her pussy, clit, and tiny puckered
asshole. Because of all the build-up, her first climax hit in seconds. Several
more followed within minutes afterwards, making the girl's body shake and jerk
violently with each one.
Her
pussy thoroughly slicked with saliva and pussy juices, Steve inserted a finger
into her tight little pussy. It went in easily enough, so the second followed
right after, and he twisted his hand around to work her G-spot.
Nellie
was having a blast. The old "Steve" had been good enough - for a
mid-teen. But this Steve was an experienced adult who, while not having any
more "Great Romances" but the two, had nevertheless dated for years
and had experience with several women. So the way he moved inside the little
girl's pussy was pure bliss for her. More importantly, as he was stimulating
her pussy and G-spot, he was also intentionally stretching her pussy out, which
Nellie loved beyond words. She felt the burning pain-pleasure as he spread his
large fingers inside her, gasping with delight as the third digit joined the
others after her fourth? fifth climax? Sixth? They were all running together.
She was just a little climax machine.
Steven
looked down at the incredibly sexy sight of his new-found nine-year-old
girlfriend, her pussy stretching lewdly around his three meaty fingers. He
didn't think he'd be able to fuck her for a while, but he knew if she could
handle three fingers, she could handle his cock - girth-wise anyway. And she
came so easily! And so readily! He was going to have a lot of fun with
her, he knew. She thought she knew everything about sex, but there was
more than she'd ever dreamed of!
As
he was building her up toward yet another climax, he suddenly slide his
sloppy-wet fingers out, grabbed his cock, smearing the juices over the head,
placed the head at the gaping entrance of her pussy, and began to push forward,
shoving the thing into the little girl's drooling pussy. At first, it was
easy-going. Two, three, inches slid in easily, but he could feel the passage
narrowing where his fingers hadn't reached to stretch her. His cock was having
to do all the stretching now, and Nellie's face showed distress as formerly
near-virgin territory was suddenly being asked to accommodate far more than it
had been used to even those months ago when it had last been visited.
He
started to ease off, but Nellie was having none of it. "Push that cock
into me!" she yelled - actually yelled at him. She was both
determined and highly aroused and brooked no argument. He pushed harder,
shoving his cock deeper into her, making her groan with a mix of pain and
pleasure, and the she wailed unrestrained as another climax tore through her
like a cyclone, making her juices flow and her pussy spasm. Suddenly another
half-inch slipped in suddenly and she screamed again. "Oh fuck Steve! God
that's a big dick! Feels like it's in my ribs! How much more?" she panted,
sweat beading her forehead.
He
looked. "About an inch - but we don't have to fit it all honey," he
said, beginning to worry that she might push herself too hard. He didn't
want to damage her!
But
Nellie was more determined than ever, and after a pause to catch her breath and
try to force some relaxation, she told him to keep pushing. But he had a
different idea.
"You
know honey, it might go better if, instead of trying to force it, I just fucked
you and maybe it'll open up without force?" She looked thoughtful, and a
distant memory came back of Paul's finger doing something similar. She nodded,
and Steve eased back, withdrawing an inch, two, then reversed and pushed
forward. He retained the two inches, plus a tiny bit more as Nellie thrashed
with pleasure/pain at the harsh stretching and insanely pleasurable friction
along the length of her tunnel. She nodded her head, and he did it again,
paused, repeated again, each time gaining millimeters, until finally, some time
and several more climaxes for Nellie later, his pubic bone ground against hers.
They
looked at each other, and Nellie's expression was clearly an order. "Fuck
me," it said. "Fuck me like you've never fucked anything
before." Steve grinned, and bent to the task. The fit was so tight that he
couldn't go too fast at first, but with repeat thrusts stretching her length,
lubricating it, it grew slicker and easier, and in a few minutes Steve was
fucking the little girl's body with his full length, faster and faster. The
sight and feelings were beyond even his well-practiced ability to hold back any
longer, and suddenly instead of fucking her, he as driving into her,
full-length, his pelvis slamming into hers as the tip of his cock pressed into
her deepest depths, each thrust terminating in a gush of hot liquid deep inside
the little girl, accompanied with cries of pleasure from her and grunts of
bliss from him.
When
he was done, they lay connected for several minutes, and Nellie got to enjoy
the feeling of him shrinking inside her. Almost as soon as he pulled out
though, the emptiness was back, and she was missing that wonderful, full
feeling.
"Don't
worry sweetheart," he reassured her. "I'll be ready to go again in a
little bit." Like so many men before him, he'd learned that no man can
keep a horny woman satisfied, since they can go again almost immediately. But
it would be a blast trying! More, this chick was obviously a size-queen, and he
knew that if he was going to keep her happy for more than a few months, he'd
need to find some way of helping her satisfy that craving for being filled and
stretched. After she was used to his cock size, she'd want more. Luckily, he
knew this guy with an eight inch cock, and he could use the time bought by him
to find someone with a nine-incher, and so on. He smiled as he imagines how
amazing such monsters would look, stuffed into and stretching out this delicate
little girl's cunt-hole.
Yes,
life was good!
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