The Seduction of Mia
a Story by Varangian
March, 2005
Mia stood by the fence looking into the playground, arms folded across her chest. Not yet thirteen and having just recently experienced her first period, she was very self-conscious of sexual changes and disturbing urges that left her upset and confused, hence the folded arms that concealed modest breasts.
“Down in the dumps?” I asked, approaching her from behind and placing both hands on her shoulders.
She turned to face me, and with a wan smile nodded.
“I suppose you’re tired of being told that you’re going through a phase,” I said.
“What does that mean, Tod?” she asked. “I hear it all the time.”
“I’m sure you have an inkling, Mia. Look at those girls on the merry-go-round. They’re about ten and seem not to have a care in the world. And over there near the tree — that girl is perhaps sixteen and she appears to be self-confident as she talks with the boy. They’re probably flirting.”
“I’m not like them,” she groused.
“Of course you aren’t. You’re in between, developing into a woman, but you aren’t there yet. That’s the phase people talk about. You find it difficult, I know, but it will only last a year or two. I’ll help you through it if you want.”
“Like how?”
“I can teach you things.”
“You mean sex?” She frowned at me.
“I can teach you how to speak and behave like an adult, about cultural things, about how boys think. And yes, about sex. I’ll teach you as much as you want to learn.”
She glanced again at the playground, at the older girl who was laughing with the boy.
“I wish I was grown up,” she muttered.
“I can help you along, Mia, but only if you want me to.”
She looked at me for a moment then nodded.
* * *
My offer was not entirely altruistic, because I had a selfish agenda. Mia, a pretty blonde, was tall for her age. She stood 5’3” and weighed 110 lbs. I had seen her recently in a bathing suit, a bikini, and was struck by her lovely body, which was slender yet well fleshed. The words “fresh” and “ripe” describe her perfectly. I decided then that I wanted to be the one to introduce her to sex.
If not me, it would be some clumsy boy, and probably soon, because Janice, her mother, in a sense encouraged the girl to have sex. That was not Janice’s intent, of course, but what is a girl to think when her mother insists that she take birth control pills?
“It’s better to be safe, Tod,” Janice explained. “You know I don’t have the time to supervise her as a mother should.”
Janice was a lawyer with ambitious career goals, which meant that Mia was frequently on her own. This was especially true now that school was out for the Summer. Being a teacher, I too was free to pursue my goal of seducing the girl. I had cancelled a scheduled European vacation for that reason.
Janice and her daughter occupied a spacious condominium of the third floor of our building. I had a smaller one on the second. The woman frequently visited me at night for bouts of extremely vigorous sex during which she invariably surrendered herself to orgasms without inhibition, crying out. Although we fucked two or three times a week, we were not lovers, although we were friends and I often had dinner with her and Mia. I did not mind being her stud, much as another man might be her accountant, because the sex was very good and regular. She was not interested in marriage, having endured a disastrous one with Mia’s father, who had disappeared somewhere.
With Janice’s approval I began to spend time with Mia, escorting her to museums, art galleries and afternoon matinees
“Keep her busy, Tod,” Janice told me. “You know she likes you, and this way she won’t get involved with boys.”
“She will eventually,” I replied.
“Yes, I know, but I hope to put it off for as long as possible.”
“Then why did you put her on the pill?”
“You never can tell what might happen, Tod, and I don’t want to take chances.”
* * *
“Do you have sex with Mom?” Mia asked me a couple of weeks after our chat at the playground.
It was her first mention of the “s” word since then. I had not raised the matter either, nor had I touched her inappropriately.
“Yes. She and I are good friends.”
“That’s what friends do together?”
“Some do, but not always. You wouldn’t have sex with a friend, at least not until you’re older, and you probably wouldn’t go all the way at first.”
“Then why does Mom make me take those pills?”
“As a precaution, Mia. She’s worried that you might get involved with a boy and not know how to handle the situation.”
“I don’t think so!”
“You mean you know how to deal with boys?”
“No. I don’t want to have a boy friend. Are you still going to teach me about that?”
“Yes, when you’re ready.
We were sitting at a table in the zoo’s concession area. After we finished eating we intended to return home.
“How do you have sex with someone without going all the way?” she asked.
“I’m surprised you don’t already know, Mia. Don’t the kids at school talk about such things?”
“I have a rough idea, but I don’t really understand it. It’s scary.”
“Well,” I said, “it can be as simple as kissing and some touching. Or it can be much more serious, like going to bed together and giving each other orgasms.
She emitted a nervous giggle.
“You know about orgasms, of course,” I continued. “You must give them to yourself.”
She blushed, her eyes opened widely, then blurted out, “How do you know that!”
I smiled and placed a hand atop hers. “I just assume so, because most girls and boys your age do it.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Did Mom?”
I nodded. “Probably. I didn’t know her then.”
“Do you and Mom give each other orgasms?”
“Yes.”
“Do you go all the way?”
“Yes, we do, and we enjoy it very much.”
She gazed at me with parted lips then looked aside.
“Time to go home?” I asked.
She nodded and without a word stood and walked away. I hurried to catch up with her. She remained silent during our ride back. I didn’t seek to resume the conversation, because I knew she was trying to digest what was, in fact, her first lesson in sex.
* * *
Janice came to visit that evening, shortly before midnight after Mia had gone to bed. We calmly undressed, kissed and I offered to eat her out.
“Lie next to me,” she said. “Let’s talk first.”
“Do you have a problem?”
“Yeah. I have to go to Berlin on business, and I may be away for a couple of weeks. Ideally, I’d take Mia and you along and you could watch after her, but the firm refuses to bear the cost.”
“So you have to park Mia somewhere.”
“Yes. Do you have any suggestions?”
I thought a moment then hit upon a wonderful idea.
“Send her to camp. You know — the one on the lake where my cabin is. I’ll stay at the cabin and be nearby in case there’s any problem, like a broken leg or something.”
“You could visit her, too. That sounds splendid!”
I leaned half atop her and said against her lips, “I’ll arrange it tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Tod. Now about your earlier offer . . .”
I kissed down her lithe body and proceeded to eat her out the way she liked it, the way she had taught me. I wondered if Mia had much pubic hair as I worked on her mother, whose bush was considerable. After awhile my ministrations began to have an effect. She squirmed against my face and started moaning.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes!”
A spasm then shook her body and she squealed in orgasm. I was quickly atop her, sliding my long, fat cock into the tightness before she came down from her high. We had done this numerous times in the past.
“Oh, god!” she cried and fucked back at me.
We kissed as we fucked, sloppily, trading spit. I pounded her hard and fast as I knew she liked it, relishing the tight slickness on my cock. We fucked for some minutes before her gasping, irregular breathing signaled the onset of an orgasm. She surrendered to it, shouting into my mouth. Then she went limp, and I slowed the thrusts to savor my own pleasure, which quickly arrived.
After I rolled off the woman she leaned down to take my flagging cock into her mouth.
“You really like the taste of that messy prick, don’t you?” I remarked.
She nodded her head without interrupting the sucking. I grew hard again in her mouth, after which she climbed atop me and sat down on the ready cock. This second go lasted over half an hour, during which she experienced at least three more orgasms. It ended with the exhausted woman lying heavily upon me as I spewed into her.
It was an established routine that left both of us quite satisfied. We rarely varied the pattern, although she had on occasion blown me all the way and several times I had fucked her ass.
As usual, she dozed off beside me. I lay awake thinking of Mia. I wondered whether the girl would respond favorably to my attempt at seduction or if she would be offended. I resolved to be cautious.
* * *
I watched as Mia packed a duffle bag in her bedroom.
“So,” I said, “your mother is off to Germany and you to camp. The drive should take about two hours..”
“I won’t like sleeping in a room full of other kids,” she groused.
“You’ll be sleeping in my cabin, Mia, because I could only get you in for day camping. Otherwise they’re full.”
“I’ll be sleeping with you? You didn’t tell me that before!”
Her pretty face betrayed panic. I stepped forward and placed a hand on her bare upper arm, the touch of the soft flesh exciting me.
“Not with me,” I assured her. “There are two mattresses in the sleeping loft. I’ll pull them far apart. We could even pile something between them if you like.”
She seemed relieved, then grinned. “I’m sorry. I thought you meant we‘d go to bed together.”
I laughed. “I never go to bed with a girl I’ve never even kissed.”
She hunched her shoulders cutely. “I’ve never kissed anyone but Mom.”
“May I kiss you?” I asked. “Maybe you’d like to practice.”
“Does that mean I’ll have to go to bed with you, Tod?” She was being playful.
“Not at all.”
She stepped forward, into my embrace, and we pressed our lips together. I felt the heft of the lovely girl in my arms, the warm substance of her well-fleshed torso. As we lingered at the kiss she experimented, eventually meeting the tip of my tongue with hers. We stared into each other’s eyes, hers beautifully azure. I ran a hand under her upper garment to fondle the flesh of her back. I then kissed down her neck to the juncture with her shoulder. She suddenly stepped back, disturbed by the growing intimacy.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I got carried away. I really like you, you know.”
She looked flustered, yet I detected a measure of excitement in her face.
“That’s how guys kiss?” she asked in a small, soprano voice.
“Can you imagine it becoming even more intense?”
She nodded her head. “That might get scary,” she whispered.
“I’d like to kiss you a lot, Mia — if you’ll let me. I’ll never do anything that frightens you.”
She gave me a sly grin, one that indicated she had an inkling of what might develop between us.
“I like kissing you, Tod,” she said, then turned to resume her packing.
She was obviously pondering the marked turn our relationship had taken with that kiss. Deciding not to pressure her, I left the room.
* * *
“You remember this place,” I said. “You spent a weekend here two summers ago with me and your mother.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t nervous that time.”
“That’s because you were still a little kid who didn’t have any sexual thoughts. Now you’re older, and you’re worried about being alone with a guy.”
“A guy who kissed me.”
“We kissed each other, Mia. Didn’t you enjoy it?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “How do you know when to stop?” she asked.
“You tell me. I’ll always stop if you say so.”
She gave me a devilish grin. “And if I don’t say anything?”
“You’ll be very surprised.”
She laughed, turned and ran toward the small A-frame that I had inherited from my father.
“Do you still have that boat?” she called from thirty yards away.
“Yes. It’s in storage. I’ll pick it up this afternoon.”
Over the next hour we opened up the place, dusted and cleaned it out. Then we sat on an old sofa with cans of Coke in hand. I struggled not to ogle her lovely, long thighs that flattened against the cushion. Still not tanned in early summer, they were pale and soft looking. I could imagine licking them — and more. Her bare, rounded tummy also caught my attention. The sleeveless upper garment concealed small breasts.
“Why are you looking at me?” she asked, but not crossly.
“I delight in gazing at beautiful things — sunsets, flowers, babies, and you.”
“You think I’m beautiful, Tod?”
“You’re physically beautiful as well as inside, where it really counts.”
With teeth on lower lips she blushed. “I like you too,” she said almost in a whisper.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long while, moving our upper bodies ever closer, until our lips met. I placed my drink on a side table, then took hers and disposed of it as well. We embraced tightly as the kiss grew increasingly intense, our tongues becoming fully engaged. The edge of my hand brushed against her breast, feeling the small softness, but I resisted cupping it. I ran my lips across her cheek, down her neck, then up again to tongue her ear.
“Please!” she exclaimed, but did not pull away.
I stopped at once and sat straight on the couch. Her face was full of excitement — and worry.
“You’re trying to make out with me,” she said, but not angrily.
“You know about that?”
“Yeah. One of the girls in my class does it all the time with her boy friend.”
“She’s older?”
“Yeah, almost fourteen.”
“I stopped when you asked me,” I said.
She grinned. “What would you have done next?”
“Do you want me to show you?”
Her eyes grew large and her mouth gaped. Still, she leaned into another embrace. As we resumed kissing I cupped her left breast. I sensed that she held her breath for a moment but she did not protest. It was a small tit with a swollen knob on the tip of it. I reached under her upper garment to feel the lovely, immature thing properly.
“I, I think we should stop,” she whispered against my lips.
I sat up straight again with hands in lap.
“Are you getting too excited?” I asked.
She nodded. Her breathing was uneven.
“I’m excited too, Mia. Perhaps we shouldn’t kiss any more for a while.”
“Will we do it later?” she asked, anxiously.
“Do you want to?”
She nodded again. “I like kissing you, Tod, and also the touching. But it’s scary. I don’t know what comes next.”
I placed a hand on her near knee and ran my palm up her soft, pale thigh to the hem of her shorts. The girlish face opened in surprise, but before she could say anything I stood.
“I’ll go get the boat now,” I said. “You can take a nap while I’m gone.”
* * *
Things had gone faster than I expected. Mia was obviously curious about sex, and she felt she had as an instructor a reliable guy whom she liked. After returning with the boat, I floated it and went into the cabin for a serious discussion with her.
She lay on the couch asleep. Because her right hand was inserted into her shorts, I assumed that she had been masturbating. I knelt beside her and kissed an unblemished cheek
“Wake up, darling,” I whispered, pulling her hand from beneath the shorts.
Her eyes popped open then she smiled broadly. I raised the hand to my face and sniffed the fingers. She had indeed been masturbating.
“You’ve been touching yourself,” I said.
She blushed deeply, an anxious expression twisting her pretty face. I sucked on the middle finger.
“Is it because I got you too excited?” I asked.
She bit her lip and gave a small nod.
“We need to talk about sex, sweetheart, because we’re getting really involved. I don’t know how far you want to go, but it’s gotten to the point where we’re touching ourselves for relief. I did so before I went to get the boat.”
“You did?”
“Yes. We have to decide what we’re going to do, darling. At least I want to touch you and give you an orgasm when you get excited. There’s no reason you have to do it to yourself.”
“It’s getting scary, Tod!”
“Maybe we should stop kissing.”
“No! You can touch me. I’d like that.”
I placed a hand on her near thigh high up at the hem of the shorts. I leaned down to kiss and lick the softness of the thigh’s inner flesh. I could smell her arousal. Then I placed my face close to hers.
“I love you, Mia, even though I’m more than twice your age.”
I was five years younger than her mother.
“I love you too, Tod. I won’t tell anyone.”
Kneeling on the floor I kissed her lips tenderly and slipped a hand beneath the halter to fondle a small breast. With arms tightly around my neck she responded passionately. I licked her neck, tongued an ear, then pushed the halter up to expose a lovely tit with its prominent knob of areola and nipple. When I sucked on it she grasped my head and moaned. She allowed me to remove the garment. Her breasts were small, pale cones of flesh surmounted by roseate knobs. I suckled each in turn before kissing down to her belly and tonguing her navel.
“Please don’t!” she exclaimed when I sought to pull down her shorts.
So I masturbated the excited girl through the fabric, causing her young face to grimace in growing arousal.
A spasm jolted her body that pushed against my fingers. “Oh, Tod!” she cried.
We traded small pecks on each other’s face as she calmed down. Then I rose, went to the bathroom and whacked off into the toilet bowl. When I returned I saw that she had put the halter back on. She looked at me sheepishly.
“Did you touch yourself again?” she asked.
“Yes. Now we’re both relieved. Let’s fix supper.”
* * *
That night we slept together on a mattress in the sleeping loft. Mia insisted on keeping her panties on, even though it was so dark that we could not see each other from close up. We stayed awake for a long time, kissing for the most part. But I also slavered her soft body from toes to head, nuzzling her panty-clad groin with my face, breathing deeply the girlish aroma. We embraced with me atop her, rubbing our bodies together while kissing. I masturbated her three times with my hand in her panties, fingers at her crack not feeling much hair. I whacked off twice in the darkness with my free hand on her pussy, but I did not ask her to touch my cock. She was not yet ready for that.
In the morning I awoke first and beheld her loveliness as she slept, curled up on her side, thumb in mouth. Her long, pale legs were exquisite, calves and thighs shapely and in perfect proportion to her well-fleshed torso. I wanted to fondle her, but it was bright in the loft and I feared I would embarrass her with my nakedness. I picked up my shirt and shorts, went down and called up to her from the main room.
“Time to get up, sweetheart!”
She eventually peered over the loft’s railing and smiled at me. I could see her immature tits. She dressed and joined me in the kitchenette, where we enjoyed a lingering kiss before fixing breakfast.
“It was so nice last night,” she said. “I suppose that was as much as we can do before going all the way.”
“There’s a lot more before that, darling, but are you thinking about going all the way?”
“Of course I’m thinking about it, Tod. But that’s really scary. What else haven’t we done?”
“Getting naked together for starters.”
“I was almost naked last night.”
“It’s up to you, sweet heart. You decide how fast we go. Have you taken your pill? It’s time that I ride you over to the camp.”
“Are we going by boat?”
“Sure. It’s quicker that way.”
She looked no more or less than a beautiful twelve year old as she sat in the bow with flaxen hair blowing in the wind. It would be just a matter of time before we became full lovers, I knew — as did she. My only qualm was the legal risk to myself. Janice was very broad minded about sex, and she had surrendered her virginity at an age not much older than Mia’s. But I could not be certain that she would approve, or at least turn a blind eye to what was going on between me and her daughter. I decided to press on, however, despite the danger.
After registering Mia at the camp I returned to my cabin where I fussed about doing repairs and clearing brush. Time dragged painfully in the girl’s absence
* * *
“You want us to get naked? Are you sure?” I asked.
She stood before me clad just in panties, her sexual allure accentuated by the cotton fabric of the garment that pulled into her labia. Her pale thighs were magnificent, shapely and soft looking, the flesh closing in slightly near the groin. I touched her rounded belly then covered both small breasts with my hands, feeling the swollen knobs against my palms.
“I’ve, ah, never seen a guy.” she responded.
I pushed down my shorts to expose a proud cock. She gasped.
“It’s so big!”
“Touch it,” I suggested.
She extended a tentative hand and grasped my pole awkwardly. She giggled. “That feels funny!”
“I’ll explain how it works later,” I said.
I knelt in front of her, nuzzled her belly and pulled down the panties. Small hairs curled around the labia and a modest triangular tuft grew above the slit. Her clit hood extended dramatically. I pressed my mouth to kiss those nether lips and encircle the hood with my own.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
“I’m going to lick on you, Mia. It’s called oral sex, and it is the last thing one does before going all the way.”
“I’ve heard of it,” she mumbled. “Older girls at school do it with their boy friends.”
“You mean they suck their guys?”
“Yeah. I don’t know about that.”
“For starters I’ll do it for you. Sit down on the couch.”
She sat and allowed me to spread her fresh young legs widely apart. I kissed up an inner thigh then parted her pussy lips to inspect the vagina. The small opening was guarded by a thin membrane, irregularly circular — her hymen. She made a small noise when I tongued it, the tip penetrating a bit. I lapped up the pussy to attack the protuberant clit, sucking on it, licking the thing until she squirmed and pressed her girlish thighs against my cheeks.
“Oh, Tod! It feels so good!”
I continued lapping and sucking. Her whiny groans increased.
“Oh, Tod, Tod!” she cried before throwing a leg over my head and squeezing it as her body went rigid.
I felt suffocated, but I was delighted that the girl surrendered to her orgasm, like her mother. She relaxed and released my head.
“That was awesome!” she exclaimed. “I knew sex was fun, but I never thought it would be like this!”
After I sat beside her on the couch she snuggled to me.
“Do you lick on Mom?” she asked.
“Yes, and she sucks me in return. Sometimes we do it at the same time.”
“Do I have to?” She frowned.
“Not at all.”
“What does it taste like?”
I jacked my ridged cock, bringing forth a lubricious dollop. After smearing my fore finger with it, I sucked the digit. She stared at me with wide eyes and mouth open. I smeared the finger again then offered it to her. Following a moment’s hesitation she extended her tongue and licked the stuff off. She looked at me and shrugged. I jacked my cock again, producing another drop that clung to the knob‘s slit.
“Suck it off,” I suggested.
She immediately leaned down and licked the end of my dick. Then she put her lips around the knob and sucked.
“Keep doing that, darling. Don’t stop!”
Despite the rasping of her teeth on my sensitive flesh, I soon reached the point of no return.
“A lot of stuff will shoot into your mouth,” I warned. “Close your throat!”
With fingers in her flaxen hair holding her head steady I came ecstatically into the sucking mouth. She expelled the stuff out as fast as I shot, and it ran down my shaft.
When finished spewing, I released her head, and she spat on my belly then spat again.
She looked up at me with messy lips, strands of cum connecting them.
“Does Mom really do this?” she asked then spat again.
“Was it so awful, sweet heart? You gave me enormous pleasure, just like I gave you.”
“But I didn’t shoot goo into your mouth.”
“If it upsets you, I won’t ask you to do it again.”
“That’s all right, Tod. I don’t really mind. I’ll get used to it.”
“Now we’ve done just about everything before going all the way,” I announced.
“Just about?”
“You wouldn’t be interested in what’s left.”
“What is it? Did you and Mom do it?
“Yes, a few times. It’s not something you’d enjoy.”
“But you would?”
“Yes, sweetheart. It’s something selfish.”
“What is it?”
I hesitated a moment before answering. “Putting my cock in your behind.”
She convulsed in loud laughter. “No way!” she exclaimed.
“I’m not asking, you know.”
“Mom let you do it?”
“Only when she’d had too much wine to drink.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Of course, darling.”
She rose from the couch and went to the bathroom. The rear view of her naked body was stunning. Sumptuous, yet slender, shapely legs extended below rather large butt cheeks. The waist was well fleshed, although her hips were straight as a boy’s. Her back fascinated me in a way I could not understand. Perhaps it was her shoulders, which were a bit wide. I had fucked grown women of less physical stature. Yet, when she returned, facing me, the girlish face and immature tits revealed her true age.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Does what hurt?”
“Sticking your thing in my behind.”
“Not if you relax completely.”
“You mean I have to be drunk,” she stated.
“It helps, at least the first time.”
Standing before me as I sat on the couch, she gazed into my face then stepped closer. I encircled her waist with my arms and pressed my face to her rounded belly. I could not get enough of the girl! She fondled my head.
“Get me drunk tonight,” she said. “I like what we’re doing.”
* * *
At supper she drank half a bottle of cheap cabernet with our hamburgers and became quite tipsy. I held her steady with an arm as we climbed up to the loft, a jar of Vaseline in my other hand. It was not yet dusk, so I could appreciate the sight of her well-fleshed beauty. She collapsed on the mattress.
“Please lick on me first,” she asked then closed her eyes.
I went down on her, and with a greasy thumb probed her butt as I ate her out. When her orgasm finally arrived, she went absolutely wild, squirming and shouting. After she calmed down I rolled her onto her stomach and beheld the luscious target — glorious thighs and ample butt cheeks. I lowered my body between the spread legs and probed with my slick cock. She had dozed off, but she awoke when I popped my knob past her sphincter. I slowly pressed in all the way.
“God, Tod! You’re filling me up!” she exclaimed.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Yeah! It really feels weird!”
I fucked her ass in short strokes, hoping to come quickly as possible. The soft thighs pressing mine and the feel of her butt against me hastened my climax. I reached my hands around her to cup small tits, then after a couple of long strokes I spewed, yelling out.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she murmured after I withdrew.
Her ass hole was a gaping rictus. I watched, spreading her butt cheeks, as it gradually closed to a tight wrinkled spot. She had fallen into an alcohol-induced slumber during my inspection and did not feel my hand caressing the backs of her lovely thighs. I was pleased that she had not experienced discomfort. I felt less guilty because of that. Later, after dark, I went outside and washed my shitty cock in the lake.
* * *
“I’m not scared anymore,” she told me the next morning, “at least not about sex.”
“But I still have to teach you about guys,” I responded. “They can be very mean.”
“I know, Tod. I’ve heard about that from older girls. I don’t want a boy friend yet, except for you.”
“I’m too old for you now, darling. Maybe in five or six years we’ll be able to date — and who knows?”
“We can have sex in secret until then. Mom won’t notice. She doesn’t care what I do.”
“She cares a lot about you, sweet heart. It’s just that her job takes up all her time.”
“Still, I won’t tell her. I won’t tell anyone. Do I have to go to camp today?”
“You don’t want to? Why?”
“I want to stay with you. I, ah, want to go all the way.”
“Are you sure, darling? You know it will hurt.”
“I don’t care. I liked the feel of you inside me. I want to do it the right way this time.”
We were at the table having breakfast — naked. I rose and went around to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at my face, then at the hard cock that almost touched her face. Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of it.
“Let’s do it,” I said, and she immediately got to her feet.
Upstairs on a mattress I ate her out once more. Her slit oozed lubrication as she wriggled and groaned in response to my ardent attention. When she finally bucked and cried out, I was quickly upon her, my cock pressing at her opening and breaking through with remarkable ease. I worked half way in staring at her pretty face which grimaced slightly.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“It doesn’t hurt too much,” she responded.
I pushed all the way in until our bellies touched. She ran hands up and down my arms, then thrust up at me. We began to fuck. I was amazed that she did not just lie unmoving and passively endure the discomfort.
“I love you inside me!” she gasped
“Seven inches deep,” I responded.
“I’m sore. Please hurry.”
I twisted my head to kiss her, and as we traded spit I began to spew into her girlish twat.
Later, I inspected the damage. She had not bled much, although the sheet was ruined. Her vagina was a bloody mess, the hymen ripped away. I ate her out again, and she responded as before.
“I love you, Tod!” she exclaimed after I raised my smeared face to look at her.
I lay beside the girl and enfolded her in my arms, in which she dozed off, her face nuzzled against my neck. I pondered the consequences of the successful seduction, but the warm heft of the half-grown girl in my arms dispelled worry. She was a smart one who had promised not to tell.
For the remainder of our stay at the cabin Mia spent little time camping across the lake. We fucked everyday day, and sometimes twice, despite her soreness. She insisted on it. I grew accustomed to her naked flesh, every pore of which I explored with mouth and tongue. Sex became a delightful routine for us.
* * *
“God! I needed that!”
Janice dismounted to lie beside me. She had been especially loud.
“You didn’t find a diversion in Germany?” I asked.
“Just one, but he turned out to be an absolute pig. He wouldn’t go down on me and only wanted to fuck my ass. How about you? Did you get lucky while I was away?”
“It’s more difficult for guys, Janice. I had to keep myself company.”
She kissed my cheek. “Poor baby. Do you want me to suck you hard? I would enjoy another go.”
“I doubt I’ll come again, but sure. I’d like to fuck you all night, if you didn’t have to go back to Mia.”
“I can spend the night, Tod. Mia knows where I am. She’s a big girl now, after all.”
“So, ah, she’s told you about the boy? I don’t know the particulars, but I could tell right away what happened.”
“Did you meet him? Mia said that he was too cute to resist.”
“Just once. He’s a hairless blonde kid with a pretty face and a gorgeous body.”
She squeezed my cock. “Sounds like he tempted you as well.”
“I can’t deny it. Were I ten or twelve years younger . . .”
“Have you ever sucked a cock?”
“No. I should have experimented more when I was that boy’s age. Now I’m too old.”
“Yeah. I know. The law is tough on pedophiles.”
“I’m not a pedophile, Janice! I must admit, though, that he was sexually appealing.”
“Mia said he has a large cock, although that doesn’t mean much, because she’s never seen another for comparison.”
“Some boys can be rather big. I was at thirteen.”
“She also said that it didn’t hurt very much. They fucked a dozen times while at camp.”
“So, now she has a boy friend. You’ll have to get used to it, Janice. You’re largely responsible, you know. Mia probably wouldn’t have gone all the way, if she were not on the pill.”
“The boy doesn’t live around here, Tod. They’ll probably never meet again. Now I’m worried about her fooling around with other guys.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her, if you want, but you know there’ll be no stopping her now.”
“Would you please, Tod? At least until she returns to school. Maybe you can tell her about boys and what to expect.”
“I’ll do that. Why don’t the three of us go on a picnic this weekend?”
“I wish I could, but I have to fly to LA on business. You take her.”
“I shall, Janice. I’ll keep her busy.”
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