SECOND IN

BY ZOOCH

Don't! Get off! Leave me alone! I want to go home. Let me go!'

The definite sounds of a young girl in distress. I walked towards where the sounds were coming from.

I was on one of my early morning walks along the secluded path down by some woods not far from where I live. Woods where youngsters sometimes like to play. I like to play with them too when I find them so I always keep my pockets stuffed with things I might need. However, the sounds I was hearing didn’t sound much like anyone playing.

I walked through a clearing and behind some bushes to where the sounds were coming from. There was a young man, in his twenties, scruffily dressed in jeans and a pale blue shirt, he had hold of a young girl and was trying to remove her dress, half the buttons down the front of her green and white check summer dress were already undone. He was pulling it upwards trying to get it over her head and the girl was trying to prevent this by keeping her arms firmly down by her sides. The girl herself was about nine or ten with long blond hair and a full, solid figure without being overweight. She had the most enchanting blue eyes and her face was sexy even without a smile.

The man seemed startled and lost his grip on the girl who came running over to me pulling her dress down as she came. She reached out and flung her arms around my waist.

“Well, hey, look here,” the young man says, his words garbled and unclear, “it isn’t really what it looks like, honest.” He looked at me imploring me to believe him. “She’s my niece, see,” and she’s really naughty like, and I was just about to wallop her behind and teach her how to behave see. Ain’t nuffin’ illegal ‘bout it. Just doin’ the proper thing. Spare the rod they say, if you know what I mean.”

“Hmm, I do indeed.” I reply. “Or at least I think I do.” I looked down at the little girl’s upturned face and smiled at her. “I think we can get this sorted out without much fuss. There are always two sides to a dispute, so why don’t we hear both sides and then decide what to do about it.” I say and squeeze the girl’s hand reassuringly and lead her over to where the man is standing. He meanwhile has backed away a bit and seemed on the verge of making a run for it.

I rested against the fallen tree trunk and waved him back. He looked a little uncertain but there must have been something that drew him back although he still left himself a clear run to the nearby path.

“Well, young lady, let’s have your side of the story then,” I say. She needed no further encouragement.

“I’m Catherine,” she says. “What he says isn’t true. He’s a horrible man. I never saw him before. I met him on the path. He grabbed me. He took my hands and pulled me here. He wanted me to take my knickers down. I wanted to run away but he grabbed me. He grabbed my dress. And…..”

“Well hey, that’s quite a story Catherine,” I say before she gets any further. “You said that this man, this adult, told you to take your knickers down?”

“Yes, yes, he did. And I wouldn’t. And he grabbed hold of me and..”

“Whoa, whoa there Catherine take it easy. We’ve got all morning if it takes that long. Just slow down and let us get some of the facts straight.”

“From the way I see it, you met this man here,” I repeated.

“Mike” butts in the young man.

“You met Mike here on the path. You started to talk to him, which I am sure your Mummy and Daddy have told you is not a wise thing to do. He talks to you and you talk to him. And he knows your Mummy and Daddy tell you not to talk to strange men. But you do. So Mike thinks that you must be a bad girl and thinks it’s OK to ask you to take your knickers down. Is that about it?” I say looking at Mike.

“Yep, that’s it,” Mike replies looking like a cat with a saucer of cream.

“Well, I can see how mistakes happen. So it really isn’t so bad is it young Catherine?”

She looked at me crestfallen, not knowing quite what to make of things.

“Well Catherine, do you think this could have been an honest mistake?” I look at her and she returns my gaze looking confused.

“I suppose” she says quietly.

“Good. Good. I am sure glad that we seem to be getting things worked out.”

“Now, you are certainly sorry for upsetting this young girl, aren’t you Mike?”

“Yeah, I sure am sir! Why there’s nothin’ in the world would pain me more than to see a little girl have hurt feelins.” He enthuses warmth and kindness, grateful for having got off the hook.

“Well now young Catherine, how about you just go over there and shake Mike by the hand. Just to show that all is forgiven.”

Catherine looked at me imploringly showing that shaking Mike by the hand was pretty much the last thing she wanted to do. But reluctantly and very slowly, she did it.

“I am so glad to see you two make up.? I say.

“Now if I may be so bold as to make the suggestion, I suggest that there is really something for you both to learn from all this. Firstly, Mike I suggest, that you should learn to talk to little girls with respect. Never raise your voice, sound reasonable and remember that well behaved young girls are nearly always going to take heed of a well-mannered smart adult. So that’s how you’ve got to be.” I pause.

“And you, young Catherine, have got to learn some respect for adults. If adults talk to you kindly and ask you to do things that obviously don’t hurt you or put you in danger, then you should do them, In fact you should do them with a smile and show you really like being treated with kindness and respect. Don’t you think that’s good advice Catherine?”

“Umm. I suppose it is,” she agrees but sounding doubtful.

“Well, that seems to have cleared the air a bit!” I say grinning at the both of them.

“You Mike, Now think about what you were asking Catherine earlier before I came along. Try again but nicely this time!”

I could see Mike licking his lips.

“Well, I don’t know,” he says. “What I said earlier was pretty out of order. Especially since I know that Catherine is a nice refined, well-mannered little girl; not the filthy little slut that I took her for previously.” He laughs

“Well, if I was meeting Catherine for the first time, and I had this whacking great big boner of a hard-on, just like the one I seem to have got right now,” Mike says “I think I would probably say something like: “Hey there, nice sweet young girl, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind doing me a favour, seeing ‘as how I got a nice erection, and you could cure it, how about you being a good girl and taking your knickers down like?””

“Was that OK?” he says, looking at me.

“Very good! Not bad at all,” I reply.

“Don’t you think he did well Catherine?!

She looks confused and declines to say anything.

“Well, Catherine, your turn. Now, I want you to imagine that you have been out this morning, playing around in the woods, without I suspect telling Mummy or Daddy, and you meet this nice young man who asks you what he has just asked. How do you reply?”

I have rarely seen a child look so awkward.

“Well Catherine, what do you say?”

“Thank you sir,” she begins, “but I have to go straight home because my mummy is waiting for me.”

“No Catherine,” I say, “I don’t think that you have really been listening. You are not supposed to disagree. That would be disrespectful. You have to be nice and say that it would please you very much.”

“Yes sir,” begins a somewhat nervous Catherine, “that would please me very much.”

“Oh that’s nice of you Catherine,” I say smiling. “Just you go ahead and do it then. All the way down, past your knees until your knickers are right round your ankles. Then the skirt lifted high so you are showing Uncle Mike your nice girly slit!”

Mike’s eyes shine. I can see he’s falling in love with this girl.

Catherine looks extremely worried.

“Then can I go home?” she asks, “because I really do have to go home.”

I nod without saying anything.

Slowly her hands go up underneath the dress then down come her pink knickers. First to the knees, she hesitates then drags them further down until they are a pink puddle around her ankles.

“Very good. Isn’t that nice Mike?”

“Yeah, great. Just beautiful,” he coos.

Catherine stands there, hoping we might have forgotten about the other part of the request.

I still don’t want to say anything yet. I am just enjoying the beauty of the moment. “And the dress, lift it up, all the way up,” chimes in Mike, a great deal less patient than I am.

Ooh. Nice. A nearly naked young Catherine is standing there with her dress held high showing us what little girls are made of.

Minutes pass.

I gaze deep into Catherine’s eyes and she into mine.

“Please, can I go home now?” asks Catherine meekly.

“All in good time,” I reply. We both walk up to her. I do believe I can see her trembling slightly.

“We just want to have a little bit of fun first, then Mike will take you home, won’t you Mike?” Mike grins and nods his head.

Mike began stroking her cute well rounded little bottom and tugging on her just budding little titties. Meanwhile I lick her pussy and run my tongue luxuriously up and down her gorgeous slit with not a peep from the subdued Catherine.

“Hmm, she is one gorgeous little pussy,” I observe. “Won’t it be fantastic to actually have her play with our cocks and then fuck her!” Mike gawps and looks like a kid whose Christmas presents have come early. Catherine’s trembling increases and I fear her knees are about to give way beneath her. I am fairly certain she knows what fucking as all about.

“No, please. I got to go home,” she pleads. She is close to tears and is just managing to hold them back.

“Come on Catherine, be an adventurous girl! Relax and learn to enjoy it. After all, there can’t be many junior school girls lucky enough to have two men wanting to have sex with her at the same time.”

She gulps and realizes that she may as well as well accept being fucked. I take her pink knickers off from around her ankles and without further words we march her over to the tree trunk. We lift her up and place her face down over the trunk of the fallen tree. I am carrying enough rope in my jacket pocket to bind her hands together in front of her and tie her feet wide apart to some protruding bits of the trunk. Mike thoughtfully stuffs his rolled up jacket under the sobbing girl I then produce some KY jelly and a pack of a dozen condoms. That should keep us going for a while.

After a gentlemanly “After you,” from me, Mike unzips his fly and takes out his stiff cock. He massages it a bit and puts on a condom. I walk round to the other side of the tree trunk and kneel down facing the girl. I reach up and lift her head so that she is looking straight at me.

“Please, please no. Don’t let him do this to me!” She’s struggling against the ropes and that just makes the whole experience extra sexy. I don’t think there is anyone about but then I don’t want to take unnecessary chances if she decides to shout, so I decide I may have to gag her.

I produce Catherine’s pink panties from out of my pocket.

“Look Catherine,” I say soothingly, “every girl gets a cock up her pussy sooner or later, it’s just that in your case you are going to get it sooner. Now just you learn to cooperate otherwise I am going to stuff your panties into your mouth and then smack your bottom until it is glowing bright red. Do you understand?”

No answer.

“Do you understand?” I repeat in a sterner tone. She nods. I give her a kiss on the cheek.

“OK, she’s ready,” I say to Mike. I put the panties back into my pocket.

He needs no further encouragement. Catherine’s eyes get wider and wider and her jaw drops open and I realize that Mike has thrust straight in on the first go.

“No, no, no!” she shouts, “Let me go, let me go!” Her shouts are too loud for comfort.

I cover Catherine’s mouth with my hand, Mike gives another couple of thrusts and then stops.

I take my hand away from her mouth and turn her face upwards so that her frightened blue eyes are looking straight into mine.

“Look Catherine,” I say, you can do this the hard way or the easy way, either you be quiet like a good girl or you get a spanking.”

I give the nod to Mike but he’s lost the edge and has to spend a few minutes to get it stiff enough to give her a good fucking. I use the interlude to sneak a few kisses from Catherine but she is still clearly worried and makes a pretty poor snogging partner.

Soon we are ready to go and I don’t have to watch Mike’s cock disappear into Catherine’s pussy to know she’s being fucked, I can see it all in her face.

It’s less than a minute before she’s wailing again. Mike, who has just got started is instructed to stop again.

Catherine looks up at me wide eyed. She’s in a panic now. I take her pink panties from my pocket again.

“No, no, please. Don’t spank me! Please, I’ll be good. He can fuck me, you can both fuck me. I’ll be quiet. But don’t spank me please!”

“Too late my little princess I reply, “You have to learn that we mean what we say. I take another length of rope from my pocket and stuffing Catherine’s panties into her mouth I tie them in.

Catherine’s bottom duly received a thorough and prolonged spanking. The swats were not hard but they were continuous and soon, as I had promised her, her bottom was indeed a glowing a bright red.

I untie the cord securing her panties over her mouth and Catherine gives a sniffle.

Mike still has erection problems so I suggest that he uses Catherine’s darling little mouth to suck him back into stiffness. He removes the condom and Catherine doesn’t complain when he stuffs his dick into her mouth and she begins to suck on it like an accomplished cock-sucker. I feel her pussy as she sucks. God, it’s hot! I have a suspicion that she is secretly enjoying it. I continue to finger her pussy as she sucks, sliding my index finger in up to he knuckle in time with her rhythmic sucking on Mike’s now stiff cock. He takes it out and it’s a fine specimen of an erection and it looks as though he intends fucking her for the next hour or so.

It doesn’t quite turn out that way, but it’s a good deal better than previously. He puts on another condom and then fucks Catherine slowly keeping up a steady rhythm. The girl in her turn neither sobs nor complains, merely grimaces on Mike’s forward thrusts and pulls against the ropes and I can imagine him going deeper and deeper into her with each stroke.

I take Catherine softly by the chin and turn her face upward to mine. I gaze deep into her eyes trying to discern her true feelings. Hell, I may just as well try to forecast next Christmas’ weather as her gaze gives nothing away.

“Princess,” I say, “You might as well relax and enjoy it! Stop trying to fight it and it’ll be so much better for you. We’re not going to harm you, we just want our fun, so you might as well make it good for us.”

Catherine looks up. A single tear escapes from her eye and trickles down her cheek. She looks so vulnerable and so sexy.

“Please, please,” she whispers. “Promise me I’ll be safe and you’ll let me go home. Promise to let me go and I’ll be really naughty for you, promise I will”

“OK Cathy,” I reply, “I promise you’ll get to go home. Really. Now let’s see just how naughty you can be.”

“OK,” she whispers.

“I’ll tell you what I want you to do,” I say, “every time he sticks his cock right into you I want you to say “Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard.” Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes,” I hear. A soft almost inaudible voice.

“Yes,” she repeats but not too convincingly. Hell, I really can’t figure this girl out. Is she into this or is she just faking it? I move back around to my original position. I sit down. I cannot see Cathy’s face as she is staring straight down into the ground. She’s silent now. Mike is into a slow pattern, maybe that’s why she stopped. No, it’s changing. Mike seems to have got some rhythm and he’s fucking her harder now.

“Yes,” she repeats again but softly.

Catherine looks up and gives me a half-smile.

“Yes,” she says.

“Yes, what?” I ask her, looking straight into her deep blue eyes.

“Fuck me!” she replies, “Fuck me hard,” she repeats looking me in the eye as she says it. I smile but she doesn’t smile back.

“Yes, fuck, me, fuck me hard!” she’s louder now. She’ll make a pretty good actress when she grows up.

Mike seems to have just heard this for the first time and it has a curious effect on him. A couple more really quick hard thrusts which bring gasps from Catherine and he’s done, his load well and truly spent.

Catherine looks up at me questioningly.

“You did OK” I tell her.

“I was naughty,” she says.

“Yes you were, but all girls are naughty sometimes.” I say in agreement. “Now I suppose you want us to take you home,” I add. I am only teasing as I certainly wasn’t going to miss out on the fun. However Catherine obviously thinks I mean to take her home there and then and I am surprised to see she looks disappointed.

“You can spank me if you like. Not too hard though. But I’ve been naughty and you can spank me if you want to. You can put my knickers in my mouth if you like but I won’t scream if you leave them out. I promise.”

Stunned. That’s the word for it. So, she had been holding back all along.

“Make me suck your cock. Tie my legs as far apart as they will go. Spank me again and then fuck me from behind. Fuck me really really hard.”

Flabbergasted. She’s looking straight up at me. This sexy little preteen offering us everything.

“Hmm,” I mused, trying to sound as though I still had doubts. “Now why should I do all of this then,” I asked.

“I want to come,” she says simply and shrugs and smiles sweetly.

“My, we are a naughty little minx, aren’t we?” I reply. “But, my darling Cathy, there’s something else I want off of you as well.”

Catherine looked puzzled and as for Mike, well, he is sitting down on the tree truck looking at us both somewhat bemused. He is playing with his cock and clearly wants another poke before we leave.

I put my lips to Catherine’s and kiss her, then my tongue probes forward and this time it she doesn’t refuse me but takes it straight into her mouth at the same time sticking her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwine in the most delicious of all kisses and when it finishes we are both breathless.

“Well Catherine,” I say, “now you’ll find out what really happens to naughty girls!”

“Cathy,” she says “Everyone calls me Cathy.”

“Well Cathy, I think we should begin. And, yes, I think we’ll have you gagged with your panties while I spank that naughty young bottom of yours.” I pick up the panties one more time and stuffed them into Cathy’s willing mouth.

I spank her thoroughly and she seems to like it as much as I can tell my the muffled sounds through her gag, but I convince myself that they’re sounds of pleasure. The spanking over, I take the panties from her mouth then, as she suggested earlier, I make her suck on my cock. Oh, she makes the most beautiful cocksucker imaginable. Then it was down to the serious business. Slipping a condom over my now rampant cock, I stand behind her and tease her pussy with it. Then in it slides, so easy and so tight, so gorgeous and so sexy. I am surprised by how much of my length her little cunt can take. You can say what you like about having a virgin cherry and I’ve taken a few in my time, but for me there is something special about being second in, into a well stretched pussy and a girl that knows what it is all about. And of course, with a sexy little minx like Cathy, the added bonus of knowing that she’s gagging for it.

Fucking Cathy is a truly mind-blowing experience. “Fuck me, fuck me harder” she keeps repeating and it is hard not to climax early but in the event I kee control and am rewarded by feeling her tight little body convulse as she has an orgasm, her body straining deliciously against the ropes as she climaxes. !I live in the big house at number 33 which you pass on the way to school,” I tell her, “I want to see you round there this weekend.” Cathy nods and I am pretty certain that I will see her again soon. And so, with the thought of further sexy adventures with Cathy playing on my mind, I leave them to it as they both want to play for a while longer. I walk down the forest path twirling Cathy’s panties around my finger with her soft voice pleading “Fuck me, fuck me harder!” growing fainter behind me. My cock is still stiff and I am tempted to turn back and give her another going over. But then, why spoil such a perfect memory and why not just look forward to the times ahead with my new-found adorable, snoggable, fuckable little princess?