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Subject: {ASSM} RP (Revised) Chasing Lolita 8/13 - Nikki (Part One) (Mff, Mf, oral, mast)
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual conduct 
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CHASING LOLITA

by Sam Lindsey
sam_s_lindsey@GRUNGEhotmail.com (remove the GRUNGE to reply)
Revised November, 2001

STORY 08: Kimmy's Friend, Nikki (Part One)

My thirteen-year-old neighbor, Kimmy, was living with me from Monday through 
Friday while her mother trotted the globe for the high-tech firm she worked 
for. Our relationship had started a few weeks earlier while I was on the 
rebound from my previous girlfriend, Laurie. While rubbing suntan lotion 
onto Kimmy's thin body in my backyard one hot Indian summer day in early 
October, I accidentally got my fingers stuck in the smooth folds of her 
tight, young cunt and the rest was history. We fucked and sucked the rest of 
that day, and after popping her cherry, I must have spewed a quart of cum 
into her fertile womb, her sweet sucking mouth, and her tight virgin ass. 
After playing sexual Russian roulette that first day, I arranged through a 
discreet medical practitioner for Kimmy to go on the pill.

Since then the kid had metamorphosed from a shy, innocent teenager into an 
insatiable sex machine. She always had to have her little fist wrapped 
around my cock, and since she'd moved in with me, we must have fucked at 
least four or five times a day, every day: once in the morning when we woke 
up, then again after breakfast before she left for school, a third time 
after we got home in the afternoon, and at least once or twice in the 
evening while we were watching TV or lying in bed. The kid was starting to 
wear me out.

I thought that perhaps I'd become some sort of perverse father figure to 
Kimmy; she called me "Daddy" whenever we fucked. I wanted to speak to her 
about it, but I didn't know how to start. She'd told me that her parents 
divorced when she was very young, and that was the only time she ever 
mentioned the word "Daddy" . . . well, other than every time I had my thick 
bone wedged up her tight, teenage twat.

Kimmy's mother flew home on Friday nights, then left again on Sundays, so 
Kimmy would stay with her for the weekend and I'd rarely see her, other than 
to say a quick hello. But that was okay with me because it gave me an 
opportunity to recharge my forty-year-old battery before the next frenetic 
round of fucking. I thought I was doing pretty good for an old man, keeping 
up with the voracious sexual demands of this little nymph five days a week. 
But okay, I admit it: I'm not the Eveready fucking bunny.

As I said, Kimmy was living with me during the school week. I had set up two 
sets of stepladders on either side of the backyard fence that separated her 
house from mine for ease of passage so my nosy neighbors wouldn't see her 
coming and going and wonder what was up. She had to be home at eight o'clock 
every night because that was when her mother called to check up on her. 
While at home, she'd get a change of clothes for the next day and then climb 
over the backyard fence and join me for another evening of fun and games.

One day, in late October, I came home from the office to find Kimmy and one 
of her girlfriends working at the kitchen table. The record-setting Indian 
summer had tapered off somewhat, but we were still experiencing unseasonably 
warm temperatures. The two girls were dressed for the weather in denim 
Daisy-Duke shorts and lightweight tank tops. Two tiny nubbins poked through 
Kimmy's top in the centers of her small, orange-sized breasts. Her 
girlfriend, however, appeared to be almost flat chested, although other than 
that she was beautiful.

"Hi Sam," Kimmy said when she saw me. "This is my friend, Nikki."

"Pleased to meet you, Nikki," I said, extending my hand to her.

I wasn't sure that I liked Kimmy bringing friends home without asking me. I 
was trying to keep a low profile with this little, underage nymph, and 
thought that the fewer who saw us together the better. After all, I was only 
interested in wetting my dick in a little young stuff; I didn't want to 
spend the next ten years of my life in jail.

"Hi," Nikki said. She smiled at me with two rows of perfect, white teeth as 
she delicately shook my large paw in her tiny hand.

"Nikki . . ." I said as I held onto her hand after the handshake ended, 
"that's a pretty name."

"Short for Nikita," the young girl replied. She told me that she was of 
Russian and Romanian descent. Her smooth, unblemished skin was very 
dark-complexioned, and the hair that fell halfway down her back was straight 
and raven black.

I leaned my elbows on the table and cupped my cheeks in my hands, trying to 
look comical. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked Kimmy.

"Working on our science project for the fall fair," she replied, barely 
paying me any notice as she pored over her notes.

"Are you two in the same class?" I directed my question to Nikki this time.

"No," Nikki said, giggling at my ridiculous posture, "I'm only in grade 
seven. Kimmy's in grade eight. But we're still best friends though."

As the two girls chatted about their project, I admired Nikki's delicate 
features. Being a year behind Kimmy in school, I figured she must be 
twelve-years old, but her exquisite facial features made her appear far more 
mature than that. While most girls her age might be described as cute, Nikki 
was beautiful -- almost womanly beautiful. Her face was slender with high 
cheekbones and a small, perfect sized and shaped nose. Her lips were narrow 
but well defined, and were coated with a thin sheen of pink lip-gloss. Her 
eyebrows were dark and thick, like Brooke Shields', and her eyes were large 
and deep brown in color, almost black. I knew that I could get lost quite 
easily in those two mysterious pools.

"We're going to have a soda, Sam. Do you want one?" Kimmy asked as she and 
her friend got up from their chairs.

"No thanks, not right now."

I watched them as they walked over to the fridge. Nikki was very slim and 
quite a bit taller than Kimmy's five feet nothing -- I'd guess about five 
foot five . . . very tall for her age -- and while Kimmy's Daisy-Dukes were 
fairly short and somewhat tight, and nicely displayed the soft swell of her 
buttocks, Nikki's were downright obscene. They were skin-tight and cut on a 
high angle around her thighs and up the back, almost exposing the cheeks of 
her little, round ass. She was obviously either wearing thong panties or no 
panties at all. The shorts were so tight that the crotch was pulled right up 
into the crack of her slit, and as she walked you could see her two pussy 
lips trying to wrap themselves around the thin strip of denim fabric that 
separated her leg holes.

What kind of parents would let their daughter run around like that? I 
thought in disgust as my cock, nevertheless, began to twitch inside my 
pants.

The girls got their sodas and sat back down, and I retired to the den to 
catch up on some paperwork. A half hour later, I heard the TV set in the 
living room turn on, and I figured that they had decided to relax for a 
while. Several minutes later, Kimmy came into the den and sat on my lap.

"Whatcha doin', big boy?" she asked, smiling, as she wrapped her thin arms 
around my neck.

"Just some catch-up stuff," I said. She started licking my face with her 
little, pink tongue.

"Bo-ring!" she said. She inserted her tongue between my lips and started 
swirling it around inside my mouth while she wriggled her bum around on my 
lap. Then she pulled her tongue from my mouth and asked, "What do you call 
this?" She grinned mischievously as she reached down and grabbed my 
hardening prick through the soft, wool fabric of my pants.

"Arthur," I replied in my best Liverpudlian accent, recalling George 
Harrison's classic retort to a rude reporter in the 1963 Beatles movie, "A 
Hard Day's Night."

"Huh?" she asked as she backed her head away, staring at me like I was an 
alien from another planet. Finally, the generation gap had reared its ugly 
head.

"Nothing," I replied, preferring to lie to this sweet, young child rather 
than have to explain who the Beatles were.

"We missed our after-school fuck, you know," she said as she resumed her 
cat-like licking of my face.

"Oh DID we?" I reached under her small top and caressed her baby boobs.

She got up from my lap and knelt between my legs, then unzipped my trousers 
and extracted my thickening prick. She was sucking my cock with long, slow 
head strokes, tugging at the engorged crown with her pursed lips, when I 
happened to look up and see Nikki standing in the doorway. She was on her 
tiptoes, watching intently as Kimmy's hungry mouth devoured my long bone. 
When she saw me staring at her, she winked and put her finger to her lips, 
indicating that I should keep quiet and let nature take its course.

I leaned back in my chair and humped my big prick up into Kimmy's mouth 
while staring at Nikki's gorgeous face. Nikki's eyes were glued to my cock 
as her hand strayed down to the narrow strip of denim material that barely 
covered her thin pussy lips. She pulled it up farther into her crotch, then 
ran her finger through her slit.

When I saw this, I nearly spewed my load into Kimmy's mouth. But before I 
came, I wanted Nikki to see more. I gently pulled my cock from Kimmy's face, 
then stood her up with her back toward Nikki. I undid the button on her 
Daisy-Dukes, pulled down her zipper, and slid her shorts down. Then I lifted 
her naked ass onto the edge of the desk, pulled her tank top over her head, 
and dipped my head down to her chest, sucking first one, then her other 
small tit deep into my mouth.

After working on Kimmy's titties for a few minutes, I started to undress. As 
I removed my shirt, I glanced at Nikki. She was staring at my muscular chest 
and hard belly as she continued to run her finger up and down the thin 
swatch of fabric that separated her two tiny pussy lips. I undid my trousers 
and let them fall to the floor, then reached down and gripped my cock, 
squeezing it a few times to get it to maximum hardness. I wanted Nikki to 
appreciate the full length and girth of the piece of man-meat that was about 
to split her best friend's cunt in two.

I rubbed the clear, sticky fluid that was leaking from my pee-slit over my 
fat cockhead, then lifted my prick up so Nikki could inspect my two heavy 
balls and realize that her friend was going to receive a more than potent 
load of sperm. She scrutinized my private parts closely as her little, pink 
tongue sneaked from her mouth and licked at her thin, dry lips.

I moved my cock to the opening of Kimmy's hot, little box and swabbed my 
cockhead around in her pussy juices. Then I pushed my prick into her tight 
hole while she pulled on the cheeks of my ass.

"Come on, fuck me hard, Daddy!" she pleaded in her best little-girl voice. I 
looked over at Nikki for her reaction to this. She arched one of her 
eyebrows, then extended her hands in my direction and rubbed her index 
fingers together at right angles while silently mouthing the words, "Shame, 
shame." I smiled at her and thought: This kid has a great sense of humor.

Nikki moved from the doorway into the den for a better line of sight while 
Kimmy ground her ass around on the desk, in dire need of more intensive 
clitoral stimulation. I draped her legs over my forearms, grasped the sides 
of her thin hips, and started to pummel her baby twat with quick, deep 
strokes while keeping my eye on Nikki.

As I fucked Kimmy, Nikki undid the button on her Daisy-Dukes and pulled her 
zipper down. Then she wiggled her thin ass out of the tight shorts and let 
them fall to her knees. I was right; she wasn't wearing panties. She parted 
her legs slightly and I saw her little, hairless mound and the thin lips of 
her labia, glistening with tiny beads of sweet, pre-teen love dew. She ran 
her fingers through the silky folds of her slick slit and massaged her thumb 
over the swollen nub of her baby clit while, with her other hand, she lifted 
her tank top up to reveal an almost flat chest with two small, dark nipples. 
She pinched her nipples and rubbed her little breasts while she continued to 
strum her fingers on her cunt.

Kimmy was lying back on the desk now. I moved her legs up over my shoulders 
and started to plow my big bone deep into her juicy twat. Her eyes were 
closed and her head was thrashing from side to side as she moaned loudly, 
lost in her own private orgasmic world, oblivious to the antics of her 
younger friend masturbating herself to a frenzy in the corner.

I could see the outline of my thick cock just beneath the smooth surface of 
Kimmy's tanned belly as I pounded my meat in and out of her tight, clenching 
hole. I pushed my big bone up her slick snatch as far as it would go, then 
moved my hand down to her stomach to feel the bulge there and to show Nikki 
how far up her friend's body my long drill was reaching. Looking at Nikki, I 
said, "You want Daddy to fuck your ass now, baby?"

Nikki was gazing into my eyes as I said these words, and on hearing them, 
her hand leapt from her breasts up to her mouth to stifle the passionate 
moan that tried to escape her lips. Meanwhile, two fingers of her other hand 
were driving hard up into her little, virginal fuck-hole.

"Not . . . right . . . now . . . Sam . . ." Kimmy panted in answer to my 
question, having no reason at all to believe that I wasn't talking to her. 
"I think I'm . . . cumminnngggg!" She started to tremble as her orgasm 
washed through her slender body, and she ground her spasming twat around on 
my cock while I fucked her with short, quick strokes.

Nikki still had one hand clamped tightly over her mouth as she frantically 
rubbed her tiny clit with the other. The sight of this was too much for me.

"I'M CUMMING, TOO!" I yelled. I yanked my cock from Kimmy's tight cunt and 
fisted it while gazing into Nikki's beautiful eyes. Nikki watched in 
fascination as a hot torrent of cum blasted from the head of my dick up onto 
Kimmy's face. "UNNGGGHHH!" I grunted loudly as another strong spurt of semen 
flew from the tip of my prick, over Kimmy's body, and into her gasping 
mouth. Shot after hard shot of thick, white cream exploded from my dick, 
completely lathering Kimmy's lithe, brown body.

As the cum was erupting from my balls, Nikki stared at me longingly. She was 
leaning with her back against the wall, and her legs appeared ready to give 
out as her thin frame shivered and shook while she strummed her fingers 
frantically over her throbbing, pre-teen clit.

Looking into her eyes, I said, "Suck it!" Then I leaned up over Kimmy's 
body, grabbed a handful of her dirty-blonde hair, and pulled her face onto 
my twitching dick. As Kimmy's hot mouth engulfed my cock, Nikki stuck two 
fingers into her own mouth and started to work them in and out as she gently 
massaged her clit while gazing at me dreamily.

"That's it, baby," I said, still looking into Nikki's eyes while I fed Kimmy 
my cock. "Eat Daddy's cum." Suddenly Nikki's thin, young body started to 
convulse again as a second violent orgasm overtook her. Finally, she slumped 
against the wall.

After a few minutes, Kimmy had milked all the cum from my aching balls. She 
was slurping up and down the sides of my dick, trying to clean it 
thoroughly, when Nikki pulled her shorts back up, blew me a kiss, and crept 
quietly from the room.

A little grin spread across my face as I thought: This could get 
interesting.

Nothing further happened that night -- well, other than after Nikki left, I 
fucked Kimmy twice more while envisaging Nikki's beautiful, mysterious face 
and replaying her furious masturbation session again in my head.

After Nikki went home, I wandered back to the den and noticed a scrap of 
folded paper sitting near a little puddle of cum on top of the desk. When I 
opened it, I saw Nikki's name -- Nikita Mareskechov -- and her pager number. 
The puddle of cum it was sitting beside appeared to have a finger swipe, or 
maybe a tongue swipe, running through the center of it.

The little vixen! I chuckled to myself as I slipped the piece of paper into 
my desk drawer and locked it. I didn't think Kimmy would be too impressed 
with her little, twelve-year-old friend coming onto her forty-year-old 
lover, so I decided then and there to play it safe and leave it alone.
________________________________________________________________________________

That Friday I stayed home from the office to find some quiet time to 
complete a project I was working on. Around eleven a.m. the telephone rang.

"Mr. Mareskechov?" a staid, female voice asked.

I was completely taken aback, but managed to stammer, "Ye . . . yes."

"This is Miss Baston from St. Mary's. I'm calling about Nikita." St. Mary's 
was the local girls school that Nikki and Kimmy attended. "In spite of 
numerous warnings, Nikita continues to wear inappropriate attire to class. 
And are you aware, sir, of our no make-up rule?"

"Uh . . . yes," I lied.

"Well, Nikita continues to wear make-up -- and I might add, sir, very gaudy 
make-up -- in violation of school policy. I'm afraid that if this situation 
is not corrected, I'll be forced to suspend her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly clear, Miss Baston," I replied.

"By the way," she continued, "Nikita just gave me this new telephone number 
a few days ago. When exactly did your number change, Mr. Mareskechov?" 
Thinly disguised suspicion dripped from her voice.

"Uh . . . just last week. We had to get an unlisted number. Prank calls and 
such. You know . . ."

"Yes," she replied dryly. "Well, with the way Nikita dresses, I'm not 
surprised. In any event, I look forward to your cooperation, Mr. 
Mareskechov. Goodbye."

"Goodbye," I said, then hung up the phone.

What the fuck was that all about? Nikki had obviously given my telephone 
number to her school in case they tried to call her parents. After our 
little escapade the other day, she probably assumed that I would be cool and 
not do anything about it. Well, she was wrong about that.

I waited until a few minutes past noon before I went into the den and 
retrieved the scrap of paper with Nikki's pager number on it. I called the 
number, then hung up, and within five minutes the telephone rang. It was 
Nikki.

"Hi, Sam. I was wondering when you'd get around to calling me."

"I just spoke with Miss Baston," I said.

"Oh . . ." Nikki suddenly realized that she'd been caught.

"Miss Baston tells me she's on the verge of suspending you from school."

"What?" She seemed genuinely flabbergasted. "I didn't think things had gone 
that far."

"Well they have. Nikki, I think that you and I need to discuss this."

"Oh . . . okay, Sam," she said with more than a little hesitation.

"Can you come over to the house tomorrow, say around three?"

"Sure," she said. "I'll see you then."

"Oh, and Nikki . . ."

"What, Sam?"

"I'd like you to bring the clothes and make-up that Miss Baston is objecting 
to."

"Okay," she said with a hint of curiosity evident in her voice. Then she 
hung up.

Around three the next afternoon, the front doorbell rang and it was Nikki. 
"Hi, Sam." She had a very sheepish expression on her face.

"Hi," I said. I smiled to let her know I wasn't totally pissed at her. "Come 
in."

She entered the house, carrying a large shopping bag, and followed me into 
the living room. I sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside me, and she 
sat down too. She was dressed very conservatively in a casual sweater top 
and a loose-fitting pair of jeans. She wore no make-up, not even lip-gloss, 
and her hair was done up in pigtails. She looked every bit the innocent, 
twelve-year-old schoolgirl. I turned toward her and took her hands in mine.

"Nikki," I said, "I'm worried about the phone call from Miss Baston. I'm not 
upset that you gave my number to the school, but I'm very concerned about 
this threat of suspension."

"Me, too," she said, displaying an appropriate amount of fear on her 
delicate face.

"Are the outfits you've been wearing to school THAT bad?"

"I don't think so, Sam. They just make me look a little bit older . . ." She 
hesitated a second or two, then added, "And maybe a little sexier."

As if this little nymph needs to look any sexier, I thought.

"Well," I said, "I think I should see the way you're dressing so I can 
decide whether Miss Baston has a point before we figure out what to do."

"Sure, Sam," she said with a little smirk. She got up from the sofa and 
walked toward the stairs, carrying her shopping bag with her.

"And Nikki . . ." I said as she started up the stairs.

"What, Sam?"

"Put on your make-up as well."

"O-kayyy . . ." she said with a wicked, little grin. Her ass seemed to 
wiggle a bit more provocatively as she continued her climb.

While she was preparing herself, I considered changing out of the sleeveless 
cotton undershirt and gray sweat pants that I'd put on that morning to 
lounge around in. "Fuck it, it's Saturday," I said, knowing that I didn't 
have to dress up to impress this little girl.

About twenty minutes later, I heard a little "Ahem!" I looked up to the top 
of the stairs, and my jaw dropped to my knees and my mouth gaped open like 
an imbecile's. Nikki was wearing the tightest, black leather miniskirt, cut 
at least six or seven inches above the knee and slit all the way up the side 
to the top of her upper thigh. As she turned around to model it for me, I 
noticed that it seemed to make her ass protrude a little more than it 
actually did, giving it a fuller, more womanly appearance. I could also see 
a pair of black lace panties peeking out from underneath it. As she walked 
down the stairs, her long, brown legs seemed to go on forever.

She was also wearing a sleeveless, silver lam  top that came down to just 
above her navel, held up by two thin spaghetti straps wrapped over her 
shoulders. Her belly button was adorned with a tiny diamond stud, and as my 
eyes wandered up her lithe, lean body, I stared in disbelief at the gentle 
swells of two small breasts pushing out from under the front of her tight 
top.

As she reached the bottom of the staircase, I noticed she was wearing an 
expensive looking pair of black high-heeled shoes with about a four-inch 
heel. A delicate silver chain hugged one of her thin, brown ankles.

As I gazed into her face, I became totally mesmerized by her ravishing 
beauty. She was wearing a dark pink lipstick that nicely emphasized the 
natural sensuousness of her lips and contrasted well with her dark 
complexion. Her eyes were made up with blue mascara and her lashes had been 
thickened and extended. Two silver earrings dangled from her pierced ears, 
and she'd taken out her pigtails and had heaped her hair on top of her head 
in a bouffant. All in all, she was absolutely stunning. She appeared to be 
twenty-two-years old instead of twelve.

She walked toward me, her hips swaying provocatively under her tight skirt, 
and did another slow twirl for my benefit. With her four-inch heels, she 
seemed almost as tall as me. She looked into my eyes, searching for 
approval, and asked, "Well, Sam, what do you think?"

I was speechless. I'd never talked to a girl this beautiful before, and I 
completely forgot that it was only little Nikki. She looked more like a 
Playboy or Penthouse model. My mouth continued to hang open like an idiot's 
as she sashayed over to the sofa and sat down. She slowly crossed, then 
uncrossed her legs, giving me another brief glimpse of her sexy underwear, 
and then patted the cushion beside her. In my state of shock, I obediently 
sat down next to her. She took my hands in hers and gazed deep into my eyes. 
"Tell me the truth, Sam. Do you like my outfit?"

I was in a trance as I stared at her beautiful face, oblivious to all else 
except her little, pink tongue as it peeked from between her lips and ran 
over her sensuous lips.
"I . . . uh . . . you . . . uh . . . what was the question?" I asked 
moronically as I started to relearn the English language from scratch.

"How about my skirt?" she asked. "It's real leather. Feel." She took my hand 
and placed it on the smooth, brown skin of her upper thigh beside the hem. I 
worked the leather between my fingers while completely cognizant of the fact 
that my hand was mere inches from her crotch.

"Nice," I said as I checked out her skirt while trying to rub the back of my 
hand against the silky flesh of her inner thighs.

"And feel this . . . it's silver lam ," she said.

She took my hand and placed it on her tiny breast, and I squeezed it gently 
and said, "Nice . . . very nice."

Her boob felt a little spongy though, and I must have had a curious look on 
my face because she said, "Oh, I know what you're thinking!" She reached 
down the front of her top and pulled out a handful of tissues. "Kleenex!" 
she said, smiling, as a look of astonishment washed over my face. "Well, I 
needed SOMETHING to fill out the front. Otherwise it wouldn't fit properly." 
She again reached her hand down her top and extracted a second wad of 
stuffing from the breast that I'd been squeezing as I moved my hand over to 
her other little titty and tweaked her nipple through the thin, silver 
fabric.

She started to breathe heavier. "Better watch it, Sam. That makes me hot."

"Oh, sorry," I said as I removed my hand from her tiny tit. My cock was 
swelling up uncomfortably in its cramped quarters, so I moved my hips around 
slightly to adjust it, and it tented up the front of my sweat pants.

Nikki took my hands again and rested both our hands in my lap. "Honestly, 
Sam," she said, "I don't dress like this to upset anyone. I do it because I 
like it. Please tell me you like it, too?" The baby finger of her left hand 
was lightly tracing the outline of my cock through the outside of my pants.

"Well . . . uh . . . yes . . . Damn it, yes! I do like it! Fuck Miss Baston! 
You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman . . . uh . . . teenager . . . er . 
. . girl . . . I've ever seen!"

"I like 'woman' better," she said with a sly grin as she teased her tongue 
over her lips again. Then she smiled a huge smile and started to bounce up 
and down with unbridled glee, causing our hands to bounce around in my lap 
and further aggravate an already serious situation.

"Thank you, oh thank you, Sam!" she said as she celebrated her minor 
victory. "Did you see my panties?" She released my hands and lifted the hem 
of her miniskirt. "I paid forty dollars for them at Frederick's of 
Hollywood. Feel." She was completely caught up in her bubbly, schoolgirl 
enthusiasm as she grabbed my hand and put it on the leg band of her panties. 
I rubbed my thumb around on the outside of the black, lacy material as my 
four fingers slid underneath, trying to cop a feel of her little, hairless 
mound. "Very nice . . . very nice indeed," I said as the backs of my fingers 
located her smooth, bald cunt. I could feel the moisture and heat emanating 
from it as I returned my gaze to her face and once again stared into her 
dark, mysterious eyes.

I was so entranced by her beauty, and was so wanting to catch another 
glimpse of her sexy tongue, that at some point I must have leaned in closer 
to her. There it was again -- the moist, pink tip of her cute, little 
tongue, moving hypnotically toward me.

Suddenly her hand went behind my head and pulled my face to hers. As her 
tongue wormed its way into my mouth and started to dance around, I flipped 
my hand over underneath her panties and traced the thin crease of her cunt, 
trying to locate her precious, little love button. She moaned into my mouth 
and spread her legs to allow me easier access, and I slid a finger through 
her damp folds into her tight, little fuck-hole.

"Oh, Sam," she gasped, pulling her mouth away from mine. "Fuck me. Fuck me 
now." She yanked the waistband of my sweat pants away from my stomach and 
grabbed my prick, squeezing it in her tiny fist and rubbing my pre-cum 
around on my cockhead with her thumb, as she began to lick my face wildly. 
"Oh, Sam, I want your cock. No, I NEED your cock. I've needed it ever since 
the other night. I was so jealous of Kimmy. It wasn't fair that she got to 
fuck you while I had to frig myself off in the corner. I wanted your cock in 
my mouth . . . in my pussy . . . in my ass . . . I wanted it everywhere, but 
I knew I couldn't have it. I couldn't even get to sleep that night. All I 
could think about was your beautiful cock while I played with my pussy. I 
hated the thought of you fucking Kimmy again. I wanted your cock in ME! I 
wanted it to be mine . . . all mine . . . just mine!"

Suddenly she grabbed the neck of my undershirt, and in a miraculous show of 
strength, ripped it right down the middle and off my body. Then she leaned 
her head in and tongued and sucked my nipples as she reached into my pants 
again to get at my prick.

I lifted her slender body up and set her down gently with her knees on the 
carpet, her arms resting on the sofa, and her ass pointing out towards me. 
Then I knelt behind her, flipped her miniskirt up over her backside, and 
ripped her expensive panties away from her body in shreds. I dipped my head 
down and licked the little, pink rosebud of her anus, then moved my mouth 
down to her hungry cunt. I slathered my thick tongue up and down her slit 
while I pulled my sweat pants down my thighs. I grabbed my dick and spread 
my copious pre-cum between the thin lips of her hairless pussy, then grasped 
the sides of her hips, and in one quick motion, shoved my entire eight 
inches deep into the farthest recesses of her little, pre-teen fuck-hole.

"Oh God, Sam!" she cried as my cock bottomed out in her virginal cunt. "It 
feels so good! Fuck me hard!" She rocked her hips back into my groin as I 
started sawing my prick into her hole. I'd never felt anything so tight in 
my entire life, and I knew that if I lasted five minutes between this little 
Lolita's legs, I'd be doing well.

As I continued to drive my cock deep into her clenching cunt, I slid the 
spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled her top down. I cupped my big 
hands over her small, soft breasts and tweaked her nipples as she cheered me 
on. "Yeah, Sam, play with my titties! Pinch my nipples! Fuck me harder . . . 
deeper . . . faster . . . Fuck me, Sam! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"

I was pummeling her little cunt as hard and as deep and as fast as I could, 
and she still wanted more. She was some kind of sex freak -- a 
twelve-year-old closet nymphomaniac. I continued to drive my prick into her 
tiny twat as I slid my thumb into her tight, pink asshole. She jammed her 
hips back harder onto my cock and thumb, slapping her ass into my groin with 
an audible crack on each of her backstrokes. My balls bounced off the backs 
of her thighs and were starting to feel tender as she reached between her 
legs and squeezed them gently. Suddenly, her slender, brown body started to 
tremble as she rapidly approached her orgasm. "Cum with me, Sam!" she 
coaxed. "Shoot your sperm in my cunt. I'd love it in my ass and mouth too, 
but right now I NEED it in my cunt! Shoot it as far up me as you can! Make 
me a baby, Sam! I WANT YOUR BAYYY-BEEEEE!"

I grabbed the cheeks of her round butt and thrust my cock into her snatch as 
far as it would go. My back arched and my ass-cheeks clenched as I blasted 
my seed into the farthest regions of her fertile, adolescent womb. "Oh, I 
can feel it, Sam! I CAN FEEEEEEL IT!" she cried as I pumped spurt after hard 
spurt of potent man-cream into her hungry, sucking cunt. I was giving her my 
best short strokes when she exploded into a full-blown orgasm, thrashing her 
head around violently as her body convulsed and her cunt muscles spasmed 
around my squirting dick. "OH YESSSS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!" she 
screamed as she continued to pound her hips back into my groin. After 
watching her masturbate the other night, I knew that this little girl could 
cum, but I'd never before witnessed such an explosive orgasm as she was 
experiencing on my cock.

After her convulsions finally subsided, she pulled her cunt off my dick, 
turned around, and sat on the carpet in front of me. Thick globs of cum 
drooled from between her puffy pussy lips as she grabbed my cock and brought 
it up to one of her tiny tits. She milked it until a tiny drop of cloudy 
white fluid dribbled from the end of it and coated her dark, little nipple. 
Then she repeated the process with her other small nipple before leaning her 
head in and engulfing my prick in the warm confines of her mouth. She sucked 
the few remaining drops of cum from my cock, then licked her fragrant juices 
off it.

When she was finished, she leaned back against the couch and looked at me 
with animal lust in her eyes. I leaned in towards her beautiful woman-child 
face and stuck my tongue into her mouth to savor the exotic flavor of our 
combined juices. Then she put her hand behind my head and gently urged it 
down towards her baby breasts. "Lick my titties, Sam. Pleaassse?" The two 
small drops of cum were still clinging to the dark tips of her breasts, and 
I hesitated, but then thought, What the hell! I licked my cream off her 
nipples, then sucked each of them into my mouth in turn, grazing my teeth 
over them and nibbling on them.

While I worked my oral magic on her baby boobs, she cradled my head against 
her chest and asked, "Did you like all that dirty talk while we were 
fucking, Sam?"

"Mm-hmm," I moaned around her soft, pre-teen tit-flesh.

"Did you especially like that part about the babies," she asked in her best 
little schoolgirl voice before breaking into the giggles. With a cosmic 
jolt, I suddenly remembered the tender age of this young girl that I'd just 
ravaged.

"Mm-hmm?" I moaned again, a little more hesitantly, around the small mound 
of brown flesh I was trying to devour.

"I really like it when you suck on my titties, Sam," she sighed as she ran 
her long fingers through my hair. "How long do you think it'll be before you 
can fuck me again?"

"Mmmmmpphhh!" I moaned for the last time.

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