AUTHOR	Osprey
DATE ADDED	15th March 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	m/g, rape, pedo, n/c

Summer vacation was great. No school, nice warm -- or even better, hot -- days and nothing to do. Sometimes the last could be a little boring, but Diana had ways to entertain herself. At 12 years of age, she gained sexual awareness about a year earlier as her breasts began developing. They weren't all that big now, but they had grown from painful puffed up nipples and embarrassingly pointy cones to almost fist-sized boobs that stuck straight out. Whenever Diana couldn't think of anything else to do -- or when her mom kicked her out of the house to get some fresh air, like that day -- the soon-to-be sixth-grader liked to play with them.

Of course she couldn't just go outside and feel herself up. Diana could, however, go into the garage and do it. The door was broken, so she couldn't pull it closed, but it was dark in there. It would be hard for anyone to see her inside as they drove past, let alone tell that she had one hand under her T-shirt squeezing one of her tits. That usually lead to rubbing her shorts' crotch too, which is exactly what Diana was doing when Jason Scott walked by.

Jay Scott was a high school kid that lived the next block over. He didn't know her, but she knew who he was. Her best friend Jenny lived next door to him and always talked about all the girl friends he had. Diana, in fact, never saw Jay alone before. He always had a bunch of friends around him. Today he was alone, and every bit as bored as young Diana was.

He never would have seen the petite blonde as he made his way leisurely along the sidewalk if the Hacky-Sac he was kicking around hadn't decided to wing off the side of his foot and fall right in Diana's driveway. Turning to pick it up, Jay Scott saw the younger girl busy masturbating in the garage. By the time the sixth-grader noticed him he was standing shirtless in the open doorway watching her.

"Looks like somebody's too horny for words," the boy said, and stepped into the shade of the garage.

"What do you mean?" Diana pulled her hands away from her body. It was too late not to be seen, but maybe she could talk her way out of it at least.

"I saw you rubbing your pussy," Jason said, standing close to her. "I think you're so hot you're beating off."

All the older kid wore was a pair of long, low cut shorts and a pair of sneakers. The 12-year-old could not help looking at where his flat tummy sank between his exposed groins, into the waist band of his pants.

"No," the girl stammered defensively, gaze still locked on Jason Scott's hips. "I just had to go pee and was holding it so I didn't wet my pants."

"Yeah? So why didn't you go in your house, then?"

"I -- I was going to." Diana lifted her eyes to take in Jay's bare chest. She had never stood so close to an older boy before. Popular Jason Scott was inches away right now, she thought. Wait 'til Jenny found out.

"I don't believe you," the high school boy told her. "Do you still have to go?"

Diana nodded. It was true enough. The urge had come to her earlier, and was a good excuse to put a hand to her privates. Now, hand gone and her arousal washed away by getting caught in the act, the preteen felt the need to relieve herself return.

"Then prove it," the boy said.

"What do you mean?" Diana said again. She felt dumb, but really didn't know what Jay wanted her to do. He explained.

"You gotta piss? Then piss."

"Right here? But I'll wet my pants."

"Aw, too bad," Jason's lips twisted into an evil smirk as he looked the little blonde over. She was pretty enough. A bit of baby fat didn't take away from that at all. In fact it have her legs, bare from the hem of her red short shorts all the way to her low-top sneakers, more shape than most girls her age. So she didn't have much for tits, the boy mused. Not like Jenny, the who lived next door to him. The brunette might be a year older, but was stacked compared to this chick. Not quite as good looking, but he would prong Jennifer Kelly in a heart-beat, if he ever got the chance.

This girl he would just play with for kicks. She looked so vulnerable standing against the wall of the garage, hair in her face, bare arms held away from her sides. Yeah, he could have some fun with this one.

Jason grabbed at her wrists. Diana had not expected him to do that, mush less pin her arms up against studs of the unfinished wall.

"Just so you don't start holding yourself again," he told her.

Diana knew she should be afraid. The best she could do was contort her face at the growing urgency between her legs. Jay was older, popular and good looking. If this was the only way she could be near him, then she would put up with it. If he wanted to watch her wet her shorts, then she would let him.

The girl squirmed uncomfortably before him. His grin widened. Yes, this was fun. The little blonde pleaded and whined, but not so loudly to be heard by anyone outside the garage. Her struggles were weak, now aimed more at not letting her urine flood the crotch of her shorts.

"Please don't make me," the girl begged, "My mom will be mad at me." Diana bent her knees, bobbing up and down, and crossed her legs.

"Oh no you don't," Jay told her, and wedged his foot between her knees and pulled her legs apart. He braced the girl's feet in a wide stance, and waited.

"Oh, no," Diana cried softly, her struggles ending.

Jason looked down at her shorts, his heart pounding wildly inside his naked chest as he saw the darker red stain blossom and spread outward in the front of the girl's pants. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, brows raised in desperation.

Piss leaked out of her shorts leg now, running down the insides of the chick's naked white thighs. The high school kid kept her pinned to the wall. Urine finally saturating her panties and shorts, dripping freely from the crotch material and leaving a black puddle on the concrete floor.

"I guess you did have to piss after all," he said. Pulling the little kid's wrists together over her head, he held them with one hand. The other, for no more reason than to humiliate the young blonde girl further, he clamped over the sodden cloth of her shorts.

"Oh," Diana gasped. The big kid leaned close to her now. His bare chest pressed against her shoulder, inches from her face. She could smell his underarms. His hand squeezed and rubbed the front of her shorts. In her wildest dreams the preteen never thought an older boy would be feeling her up today. She didn't care if he did play rough. Diana was being touched by a high school guy. "Oh," was all the youngster dared say.

Jay trapped the young blonde between him and the stud-wall. Her hips twisted this way and that, but there was no way to get away from the hand that rubbed her pussy. His penis has already begun to swell, even before the chick wet her pants. Now that he was touching her between the legs it stiffened even more inside his baggy shorts.

"Oh, yeah," the boy said, as much to himself as to the girl. She squirmed a little, but the little bitch hadn't even tried to call out for help or anything. "I think you like it, don't you, you little slut. I bet you let all the little boys get in your pants, don't you."

"No," Diana whined in answer to his question.

"Let's see what they get," Jay whispered at her. With that, he shoved his hand down the front of her shorts.

"Oh," The blond youngster gasped, and held her hips still for him.

Jason's fingers found the preteen's pussy slick with her pee. If it had hair he couldn't feel it. She had a crack, though, and the older kid loved how his fingers slipped all over her wet privates. His cock raged erect, tenting his pants. The chick simply stood there, eyes closed and panting helplessly while he rubbed her pussy and fingered her slit. She was loving it.

Jason wondered if he had the balls to fuck this kid right then and there. A woman's voice put a sudden end to that idea.

"Diana?" The voice was not far off. The boy looked at the girl's face.

"Are you Diana?" She nodded, and when he asked if that was her mother, Diana nodded again. "Answer her."

"In here," the blonde called out, wincing when Jay pulled his hand from her shorts. When she did, her voice cracked with nervousness. Her mother told her to come in for lunch, and the little blonde said she would be right there.

"You better never say anything about this, got it?" Jason Scott poked her shoulder with a stiff finger. "I know where you live." The younger kid nodded, promising she wouldn't tell, and Jay walked out of the garage and back down the sidewalk.

The sound of her mother's voice nearly made Diana jump out of her skin. Disappointment struck her first. She might have had an orgasm if that guy continued rubbing her privates much longer. Relief followed when the 12-year-old realized she came very close to being raped. Thanks to her mom, the preteen didn't have to face the consequences of that.

Some how the young blonde changed her clothes before her mom saw her. After lunch Diana went to her room, lay on the bed, pulled her pants down and finished what Jay Scott started. There was no way she could tell Jen what happened now, and there was no one else she dared confide in. This was a secret she must keep to herself. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.

Diana could smell herself as she played her fingertips over the sparse, fine hairs of her pussy. The odor of pee was most obvious, rising from the now dry skin of her privates and legs. She could, however, detect the fragrence of girl cum -- that gooey stuff that seeps out of her vagina whenever she gets horny. She would have to bathe before her mom noticed it, but for how the 12-year-old wanted to get herself wet again.

She pulled her pussy lips apart and wiggled a finger inside while she thought of Jason Scott feeling her right on her bare pussy. He was rougher than she did it herself, but maybe because she was all wet with pee it felt good anyway. He might have even stuck a finger in her. God, that would have been so cool, Diana thought, making the girl-cum leak out of her cunny.

If Jason came back sometime, maybe he would put a finger in her hole, the girl hoped behind closed eyelids. Maybe he would look at her boobs too. The image of herself pulling her T-shirt over her head and letting Jay Scott stare at her titties finally brought the aroused young blonde to climax.

Jay did come back, the very next day. He showed up a little earlier than the first time, but Diana was waiting for him anyway. She sat on the front stoop as he came along the sidewalk, and she watched him turn up the driveway and go right into the garage. She got up, a frown wrinkling her forehead, and went in through the side door.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I forgot something," he said, looking around the floor. "My Hacky-Sac."

Diana helped him look for it and found the small beanbag ball in the corner near the open overhead door. She picked it up and handed it to him. The boy thanked her but did not move away.

"You didn't tell anyone about you-know-what, did you?" he asked in a hard tone. The girl shook her head, then pulled blonde strands from her lips.

"Good, cuz there's something else I forgot."

"What?"

"I didn't look at your tits."

Diana was glad she chose not to wear a bra that morning. She even put on a blouse that would make it easy to show her breasts if she wanted. She did want to, but did not let Jason know it.

"Show me your tits."

"I can't do that. I hardly know you."

"Oh, yeah?" Jay stepped close to her. He was dressed exactly the same as the day before, and the young girl's eyes shifted right to his bare chest again. "We were pretty friendly yesterday."

"You made me, that's all."

"Yeah? Then maybe I'll have to make you again."

"My mom will be mad."

"Only if she finds out," Jay said, raising a hand and passing it over the front of the little blonde's shirt front, confirming that there was, indeed, something inside. "Are you going to open your shirt or am I gonna rip it open?"

"Please don't." Diana cowered, but she did not back away. "I'll do it." Slowly and with false modesty, the 12-year-old began to unbutton her blouse.

The high school kid waited patiently, his cock swelling in his pants again. Jay had jacked off three times yesterday, thinking about watching this cute kid piss herself and then him feeling her wet pussy. Now he was ready for more. The girl finished undoing her shirt, but held it closed with her hands.

"Maybe I shouldn't," she objected, actually having second thoughts. "What if you try to hurt me or something?"

"Maybe I'll hurt you if you don't," Jason Scott threatened. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled it aside. With it came the shirt, exposing one of the kid's little tits.

"Please don't hurt me." Diana whined again. She tried to grab the front of her blouse closed, but Jay pulled her to him and pinned both her arms behind her with one hand. The other, then, was free to pull the girl's shirt open.

Diana stared out at the sunny street. The short scuffle had turned her facing the gaping doorway, and now the blonde youngster feared being seen by passers-by. The neighborhood was strictly commuter residential, and mid-day traffic was pretty much non-existent. Still, the girl mused, it was possible someone could drive past and see Jason Scott fondling Diana Mason's bare breasts.

Well, Diana told herself, if that happened it would be Jason's fault. Closing her eyes, she let the horny boy feel her up. He squeezed her boobs a little too hard, and she cried when he pinched her tender, stiff nipples. Not too loudly. Just so he could hear it, which made him do it again. Soon Diana's breasts ached from Jay's abuse. It proved she was being touched by an older guy, so the pretty preteen endured it.

Jason sensed the blondes lack of resistance. Fueled by the throb of his erection, he decided he needed a better view.

"Yeah, that's better," he said to Diana, releasing her arms. "You just do what I tell you and I won't have to force you." Closing a hand around her bare upper arm, he pushed her deeper into the garage. Placing himself between her and the side door to block an escape, Jay ordered the little blonde to take her blouse off.

After a brief display of reluctance, the girl shrugged the garment from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, laving her topless. The feel of the air on her skin thrilled her. Was he going to make her take all her clothes off, she wondered.

"What do you want me to do now?" she said hopefully.

"Feel your tits." the boy directed, "Squeeze 'em like I did. Pinch your nipples too." His hardon needed attention badly. Maybe he would rub it against her until he came. Yes, that was a great idea. First he wanted to see this chick play with herself.

Diana cupped her breasts, pulling at them gently, the way she did when she was alone. She looked right at Jason, something she would never dare do in public. He was an older guy, and you just didn't look at them directly. She wanted to remember this moment, though. Later, in her room, Diana would caress her breasts just like this and think of this hunk of a guy watching her.

His erection was plain as day, making a tent in his over-sized shorts.

Oh, yes, her tits were tingling contentedly now. It was all she could do not to drop a hand to her pussy. The 12-year-old blonde felt so good right then she would climax the second she touched herself there.

The glaze in the girl's eyes told Jay that she was getting turned on by feeling herself up. He wondered how far she might be willing to go. He didn't know whether he'd rather watch her take her pants off or dry hump the little bitch right then. In his present state of arousal his mind could not decide, while his body carved all of the above.

Even as he told her to pull her pants down, Jason stepped toward the horny blonde. Diana took his approach as a threat if she didn't do what he wanted immediately. Her hands went to the elastic band of her shorts to comply. The expression on her face registered fear, but the beating of her heart was in response to anticipation.

Oh, god, Diana thought, Jason Scott wants to see me naked! He came toward her. Did he want a closer look? Did he want to touch her again? Did he want to have sex with her? The 12-year-old lowered her shorts as quickly as she could, but they were only halfway down her rear end when the big kid cursed and stopped in his tracks.

Jay came in his pants. The friction of the shorts on the head of his dick as he walked made him ejaculate. It would only take seconds for the stain to show through, and that was a shame he would not endure.

"Never mind," he said as his hand closed over on jiggling tit, "You're too fucking slow. If you're lucky I'll come back tomorrow and let you see my dick." He squeezed the firm breast roughly, then released it suddenly. Turning and scooping up the Hacky-sac, Jason Scott left Diana's garage.

She was waiting for him there the next morning. She dusted off a box she found in the corner of the garage and pulled it into the sunshine angling into the big doorway. Basking in the day's warmth, the aroused preteen was happy that she dared get past her mother with out having put on a bra or panties. Barefoot, all Diana had on was a short sundress. She would not be too slow for her rapist today.

Diana even told her mother that she would make her own lunch when she got hungry -- just so it didn't interrupt her getting raped. Yes, the 12-year-old was convinced this would be the day, if Jason really did come again like he said.

So the young blonde waited, not so patiently, on the box in the door way. There being no traffic as usual, Diana didn't have to be careful to keep her legs together. In fact she actually brushed the hem of her dress high on her lap and, after looking all around, played her hands up and down her bare legs. No one was around, so the girl leaned against the door frame and touched her exposed privates with nervous fingers. If Jason didn't get here soon, she thought, he'll bee too late.

Diana nearly missed seeing the bicycle rider come around the far corner. Quickly she closed her legs and covered them with the dress. Wearing a Little League uniform, the girl didn't recognize Jay until he swerved into her driveway and dropped the bike.

Dirty and sweatty from the morning's game, Jay guessed he wasn't going to get very far with his new little slut. Besides, he didn't really have a lot of time anyway. He had to meet friends at the Mall at noon. It wasn't often a chick could make him cream his jeans, though, especially one so young. He had to ride past here anyway, so the boy decided it was worth a stop at least. Looking at the blonde girl now he was glad he did. Damn, she looks sexy today.

"How's my little bitch today," he said, stopping only a foot away. He reached for the front of her dress, pulling the material away from her chest. "Got anything under that? Hey, you're learnin', kid."

"You better not try anything," Diana said, trying to be brave while shivering inside from fear. She still didn't know if Jason might really hurt her, but worse was the possibility he might do nothing. She wanted him to take her into the shadows where no one could see what he did to her. "If you do, some one will see for sure."

"You think so, huh?" Jay looked up and down the street. There wasn't a soul in sight. "Well, I told you that you were going to see my cock today, and that's just what you're going to do." It was already getting hard, cramped painfully in his brief underpants. He stepped closer. "Undo my fly."

"Right here?" Diana did not believe what he said.

"Yeah, right here. And I don't care if anyone sees you doing it, slut. You'll do it because if you don't I'll make you, and that will hurt, bitch. Now take my fucking cock out."

Never having unzipped a guy's fly before, Diana had a little trouble getting it open. When she finished she looked at Jason, almost handsome in his uniform.

"Go on, Take it out."

Diana looked around, but the street was still deserted. She worked her hand into the bigger kid's pants and almost fainted when she felt his penis, coiled like a snake in his under shorts. Her heart beat so hard it pounded in her head. Everything not between her eyes and her hand went out of focus. All she knew was trying to ease a real penis out of Jason Scott's pants.

"Careful, bitch." the boy said. He just stood there, fists on his hips and looking down at her delicate face. God, there was no way I could hurt this kid, he admitted. "There you go."

It was out, thick and hard and pointing right at her face. She let it go as if it were something gross. It wasn't, not in Diana's eyes. It was beautiful. She looked up at its owner.

"Like it?" Jay asked. The little blonde head nodded.

"What do I do now?"

"Jack it, stupid," Jason told her sharply, smiling inside. She was stupid to let him make her jack him off right in view of the houses across the street. The moment he felt her dainty dingers stroke his erection, the boy knew it wouldn't take long.

"Yeah," he said aloud. To himself he added: This is what you get for making me come in my pants, bitch. If you're going to make me come, you might as well see it. Yeah, I hope it shoots right down your dress, honey. He could see down the front of it now and the gap between her tits. She was too busy watching herself jack his dick to see him reach for the shoulder strap of her dress.

The 12-year-old didn't even flinch when she felt the fingers graze her shoulder and the strap fall away. Already so aroused that she was rocking her genitals against the hard box top, Diana felt a new wave of excitement surge through her knowing one of her breasts was exposed. Did Jason dare strip her right there?

Jay couldn't believe it. This dumb kid just sat there pulling his pudd with one tit hanging out. Would she really let him push her dress down? How far could he get this chick to go? Well, if he was going to find out, he better hurry. His cock was about ready to explode.

"Suck it," the high school boy ordered. "Go on, put it in you're mouth." He looked around, His back was to the street so probably no one could see what was going on anyway. Come on, hurry up!"

Reluctantly, Diana opened her mouth and leaned forward. The penis was smelly, but its warmth surprised her. When her lips closed over the flanged gland, she sucked it like a Tootsie Roll Pop, pulling her lips back off the knobby cock-head. Then she took it in her mouth again. The big kid swore, and told her to put it in deeper.

She complied willingly. Jenny and she sometimes talked about doing stuff like this with Jason, stuff the big girls did, but never did either of them think it would actually happen. Here she was, little Diana Mason giving Jay Scott a blowjob. She didn't know how, but she was sure going to do her best.

Soon the blonde head moved back and forth in a steady rhythm, not even holding on to the cock by hand any more. The preteen whined in hopeless protest when Jay pushed the other strap off her shoulder, but her arms remained limp at her sides, and her mouth kept sliding over his dick. Little did he know she was having an orgasm at that very moment.

"Oh, yeah," Jay gasped. "Oh fuck, here it comes." The girl pulled her mouth away to see what was happening. Jason had taken his dick in one hand and jacked it rapidly even as his semen shot out of the slit in the head. Leaning forward, he aimed his cock at the little blonde's naked, budding chest, coming on her tits.

When he came to his senses, the boy guessed he better get out of there before someone did come around the corner -- or out of the house -- and see a half-naked little girl sitting in front of him.

"How'd you like that, slut?" he said, tucking his cock back into his pants. "You want more of that don't ya', you little cock sucker." She was pulling the front of her dress up to cover her boobs. She wiped hair from her face. "You'll do it again for me, won't you."

It was a statement, not a question. Diana nodded.

"Yeah, that's right. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow and give you more dick to eat. Would you like that? You better be here, too, bitch," he said mounting his bicycle and riding away.

Weakly, Diana stood and dragged the box back into the garage. She was confused but, for the moment, satisfied. She had sucked Jason's penis and now wore his cum. The 12-year-old didn't even bother to change her dress.

Her mom never caught on that she had nothing on under it. Diana even wore the dress to bed, masturbating in it until she fell asleep. In the morning she played sick so she didn't have to go with her mother to visit her grandparents. Her mind was too full of thoughts and images of Jay Scott to talk to anyone else. All the youngster knew was that she had to be outside in case the high school boy did come to her house again.

As soon as her mom left to drop her dad at work and take the car to grandpa's, Diana went out to sit on the stoop. The longer she waited, the harder it was not to touch herself. She kept having to pull her hand away from her pussy because she didn't want to get off before Jason came to make her suck him again. Maybe she could get him to rub her privates again, and that's when the sixth-grader really wanted to climax -- right when Jason Scott's hand was on her pussy.

After a while though, Diana decided the boy wasn't coming. Because it was almost lunch time, hunger nagged her stomach. She watched out the kitchen window while she slapped together a PB&J and went out on the stoop to eat it. Still no Jason. Finally the preteen gave up hope.

Her jump rope lay in the grass beside the steps, in a corner made by the garage and the house. She'd left it there days ago, and picked it up to put it away. It occurred to her that jumping in just her sundress might be a fun way to pass the time. It would be hours before anyone came home, and nothing but stupid Soap Operas on TV.

Diana discovered jumping rope could be a lot of fun. She loved the way her skirt ballooned when she came down, showing anyone who might be looking out a window or something that she did not have panties on.

The way her shoulder straps slipped off after a few hops was exciting too. Twice she let one fall, exposing one of her boobs until she stopped and pulled the strap back up. Once she just kept jumping rope until both sides came off and the front of her dress fell away from her budding bosom completely.

Diana didn't quite have the nerve to keep jumping. She knew if she did her whole dress would fall off. Instead, the 12-year-old occupied herself thinking of other ways to expose her privates "accidentally."

The young blonde tumbled and rolled on the lawn for a while, but discovered that cartwheels left her weak from the arousal they caused. Her bare fanny and uncovered genitals flashed each and every time. When she hesitated in a hand stand her dress fell down around her head and arms, leaning the preteen's body totally exposed. It excited the girl so much she couldn't stop from doing it again, and then again. Finally she collapsed in the grass, nude from the waist down and without the strength, or will, to cover up.

She did roll to her stomach, however, and after a few moments of rest, Diana regained enough strength to pull the dress hem down over her fanny. The way the grass felt on her pussy was way too nice to cover. It tickled her sensitive skin there, making her move, and the more she moved her hips, the more it tickled. The little blonde wondered if she could get off by being tickled by grass.

The crunch of gravel in the distance alerted the child that someone was coming. Diana wasn't ready to stop squirming on the lawn, and kept wiggling even when she heard the footsteps whisk through the grass toward her. She hoped it was Jason, but it didn't matter, unless it was her mom or dad, and she hadn't heard a car. When the sound stopped, the blonde girl opened her eyes, looking over the grass to see a pair of sneakers.

They were Jay's sneakers. He had the same shorts on he'd worn the first day he found this little chick masturbating in the garage. Jason hadn't intended to come over to see this one today. He met another girl at the Mall, a sophomore at a different school. He devoted the morning to getting into her pants. That bitch dropped him like a squirming bug. On his way home, Jay wondered if the blonde kid could still come out to play.

She was out, alright, but he couldn't figure out what she was doing just lying on the ground. It looked like she was having some kind of fit. At least she had on that same sexy dress, he thought, hoping she didn't have a bra on today either.

He bent down to look into her face.

"Hey, kid. Glad to see me?" The boy frowned at seeing the helpless glaze over the girl's eyes, and he knelt beside her. "What's the matter?" he said in uncharacteristic concern. "Are you okay?"

The blonde nodded dumbly, then pushed herself into a sitting position. Jay noticed with satisfaction that she was braless, and that one strap hung limp to prove it.

"You looked kind of weird laying there. I thought you were sick or something."

"I'm okay," Diana said, brushing hair from her eyes but ignoring the fallen shoulder strap. She saw Jason's gaze drop to her exposed breast. Remembering how he liked to watch her play with her tits, the 12-year-old began kneading the boob gently.

Jay was pleased that the sixth-grader was horny. That improved his chances of getting another blow job.

"You look pretty hot, honey, in more ways than one," Jay chuckled at his own joke, "Why don't we go into the garage, out of the sun?" He realized on the way home the day before, after he had gotten his rocks off and could think more clearly, that making a kid this young suck your cock in broad daylight wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done.

Diana brushed the remaining strap from her shoulder. She fondled both tits, loving how wonderful her own fingers felt stroking and squeezing them.

"I like the sun," the youngster said. "It feels good on my skin."

The high school boy stared in disbelief and wonder. This kid pinched her own nipples and gasped from the pain only to squeeze her tits even more roughly. The expression on her face showed the pleasure she gave herself. It made Jay want to do it for her.

He reached to her chest and she smiled impishly as she let the boy feel her up. Jay looked around nervously. His dick throbbed in his shorts, swelling and cramped in his underpants. He had to get it straightened out. It would only take a second to do, he thought, so he let go of the girl's tit and opened his fly.

Diana leaned back when the older boy abandoned her breast. She lifted her hands out of her dress, putting one behind her to hold her up. The other hand pulled the hem of the dress to her waist, revealing her bare legs folded under her, knees wide, genitals openly displayed for Jason Scott. The fingers of her free hand reached between her smooth, white thighs to stroked the tiny, clean pussy lips.

Short, blonde and fine, her pubic hair could scarcely be seen, no more than a light down in the sunlight. Jay stared at it, his hand pulling at his cotton encased penis. Oh man, he thought, this chick is showing me everything. She was playing with it! Holy fuck! The moment her delicate fingers parted the puffy labia to expose the slick, pink inner flesh, Jason Scott was entranced.

"Do you like me, Jason." the preteen asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah, sure," Jay stammered, his hand pulling the material of his underpants off his erection to give it room to grow. "You're beautiful."

"Am I sexy? Like the older girls?" Diana pressed her fingers right into her slit and ran them up and back through the wet groove.

"Oh yeah. So sexy I want you to suck my cock." The boy took it out of his pants and let her watch him stroke it. "You liked it yesterday, didn't you? You wanna do it again. I know you do, Come on, slut. Get your face over here and suck me."

He couldn't get his eyes off the cute kid. It was too late now to take her inside the garage. He was about to blow a gasket right then and there, but to jack himself off watching a younger girl masturbate was unmanly. He needed her lips on his dick now!

The aroused preteen girl obliged her rapist. She rocked forward on her knees. He leaned back, his hardon standing tall and hard from the open front of his low slung shorts. The fact that the girl's dress fell from her hips as she rose did not escape the boy's notice. He cursed softly under his breath as the naked 12-year-old came to him.

The blonde head bowed over his hips. The girl's warm, soft lips encircled the head of his cock, licked and sucked it gently for a moment before sliding down the length of his penis. Jay gasped at the sheer pleasure of it. With luck, he guessed, he could cream in this kid's mouth and get gone before anyone saw him.

God, it feels good, he thought. Look at her head go. Her hair is flying. Oh, shit, oh don't do that honey. Try to take my whole dick like that and I'll come down your throat! Jay hadn't noticed the girl had unbuttoned his pants until he felt her pulling shorts and underpants down his hips and out from under his ass. He grabbed for them.

"Hey, what are you doing? Shit, bitch, don't fucking do it!" She was too quick for him, though, and had his pants off even before he could sit up. Now he was as naked as she.

Diana was also quick to crawl forward, pushing the boy back down into the grass. She liked the smell of grass, the blonde decided as she moved up over his nude chest.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?"

"Feel my tits, Jason. Squeeze them hard like you do. I love it when you do that to me."

Groaning loudly, the boy cupped her little tits and felt them roughly. Her hand was on his cock, pulling at it. He would shoot off in a second and it would be all over. He could push this stupid slut off him and get away from her. This chick was crazy.

"Like that?" Jason squeezed her tits hard enough to make her wince.

"Yes," Diana said, pulling back. It was not from the pain the boy inflicted. Her hand held his penis angled just right, and the young blonde sat back onto it.

Jay's saliva slicked cock head popped into the girl's twat-juice greased vagina. Pain tore at both of them. It proved the forcible entry Diana craved ever since Jason Scott first held her to the wall and made her wet her pants. In Jason's case, it knocked his level of excitement down a notch or two.

"Oh, you stupid bitch. You can't do that. Not here. God, what's wrong with you?" Jay suddenly realized he had not gotten off soon enough. The lust crazed girl bore down on him, pushing more of his penis into her.

"I'm sorry, Jason," Diana said. Her hands pressed against his bare chest, arms straight and stiff. Her chest pushed at his hands, wanting him to feel her hard. "I have to do this. I know it's what you want, and I want it too." She pushed back at his hardon and it hitched an inch deeper into her vagina.

God, he is so big, the blonde 12-year-old thought. I want it all!

"No, I..." Jay tried to make excuses, but what could he say? He never really wanted to screw her. She was just really pretty, and horny and young. He just wanted to humiliate her to pass some time. He had no idea it would turn into a blow job.

"You're like an idol, Jay. All the girls want you." Diana rose on her knees only enough to come down on the hardness inside her again. It make her cry out when it stabbed deeper. "I wanted you, Jason, and when you came to me the other day I knew you wanted me too."

Blood from her torn hymen mixed with her vaginal fluids to lubricate their union. Diana bounced more freely on Jason's dick, slamming it farther and farther into her.

"Oh, shit," the boy said. He was ready to fuck back now, and the rest of the girl's words went unheard.

"I wanted you to feel me, Jay. I wanted you to rub my pissy pussy. I wanted you to squeeze my breasts. I wanted it because you wanted me." Diana spoke between gulps of breath, heavy from her exertion. "I wanted to suck your cock because you wanted me to, and I wanted you to want me. I wanted you to fuck me, Jay, and I didn't care who saw us."

The young girl was ready for release now. She knew somehow, instinct perhaps, what she had to do. Tilting her hips back just right and riding up on Jay's erection nice and slowly so the hard shaft skidded over her swollen clit. Once, twice, brought her back to the brink.

"And I don't care now who sees Jason Scott fucking Diana Mason, for all to see. For all to know." The 12-year-old tilted her hips forward again and sat fully on the boy's cock. Locked in carnal bliss, they came.

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