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Subject: {ASSM} "RENE" -- A story by Geoff Chaucer (Mf, pedo,Voy, Golden Shower)
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Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 07:10:03 -0500
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     The story below is fiction and graphically describes sexual acts between a
young girl and an older man.  It is purely fantasy and is in no way intended to
encourage or condone pedophilia.  If you are offended by such acts please stop
reading now.
     The copyright on this story is held by the author; thus the story may not
be reprinted or reposted without the author's permission.
     Comment on the story is welcomed and encouraged.



                                                     RENE'
                                                         by
                                                Geoff Chaucer

      I was invited to my Uncle Frank's house for a big party a few years ago,
and I went, licking my chops like a hungry pup, knowing that Frank and Elaine's
parties were always filled with great food and great drinks, served in their
drop dead gorgeous house.   And of course  there was my cousin Rene'.
      The last time I had been in Frank's house was six months before.  Rene'
had been just twelve.  Technically I was baby sitting, but there was not really
a need.  We had spent that day in the swimming pool, and Rene' had swum around
me like a seal, looking delicious the whole time.  She was beginning to
blossom.  Her titties were still only slight rises in her blue swim suit and
her hips were slim as a boy's, but she was already promising to be a beauty. 
Her long legs and strawberry blond hair were going to see to that. 
     We kept teasing and playing in the water, she trying to dunk me and me
trying to dunk her-playing a sort of abbreviated game of Marco Polo.  All of it
had given me half an erection,  which I tried to hide.   In the game, which was
all chasing and grabbing she bumped against me a lot and I am sure she knew how
hard I was.  I think she was both delighted and shy about having that kind of
effect on a grown man.  
      Later in the afternoon she said, "I'm getting cold.  I think I'll go
change."   
     "I'm going to swim a few laps and then get out myself I think."  I said.
    She swam like an otter across the pool,  then levered herself out with a
kick and push.  When her feet were on the deck she straightened up.  Her
bathing suit had ridden up and given her a deeper than usual girl wedgy.  The 
blue material of the swim suit pulled up so that it was like she was wearing a
thong suit.  Her smooth muscled legs and the swell of her exposed bottom were
almost enough to make me pop right there in the pool.   She stopped, back still
too me and, unthinking,  bowed her legs, hunched her rear back, and ran her
fingers under the legs of her suit to pull the bunched cloth from between her
ass cheeks.  With her ass back and her legs spread, when she pulled the leg
holes open to adjust them the swell of her pussy was clear.  Then it was
covered again.  She straightened and sauntered toward the dressing room with
hips swaying and long damp strawberry blond hair swinging.
     She had no more that gotten in the women's side door of the red wood pool
house dressing building when I gave up the idea of swiming laps.  I flew out of
the pool and went in the door with the little man painted on it.  I knew the
partition between the dressing rooms was thin and I thought I remembered that
the screw the mirror on the men's side hung on was a big one that might go all
the way through.
     The mirror was there, hanging on a huge screw which was screwed into the
wall with the women's dressing room on the other side.  I hurried to take the
mirror down and unscrew the screw.  I put my eye to the hole and sure enough
there was Rene' sitting on the wide bench across the small room.  She was still
in her swim suit, but had wrapped  a big towel around herself and was drying.  
After a moment she let the towel drop away from her strong, but still
childishly thin body.  She slipped her shoulder straps off and let the top of
her bathing suit drop to her waist showing her naked chest.  She was all arms
and legs but the eventual woman shape of her was almost visible.  Her titties
were only pancake swellings, but her nipples were already developing. The
aerolas were shell pink and rounded and sat like confections upon her chest. 
The nipples themselves were erect  with cold.  She dried them with the towel
then ran her fingers round and round them, stopping ever couple of circuits to
pinch and flick the nipples.  They seemed to swell and smooth themselves under
her carressing fingers.
     After a little she stopped petting her breasts and pulled her bathing suit
down farther.  She wriggled her slender bottom to slide it off her almost
nonexistant hips and let it drop to the floor  and stepped out of it.  Her back
was too me and I could see the shapely muscles beneath the silken girl flesh of
her back and the sweet dimples at top of her bottom cheeks.  Her back was sun
browned, but her bottom was creamy white.  She bent, legs slightly parted, to
pick up the swim suit and I got a flash of her pussy from behind, and then she
straightened and it was gone.  She lifted her wet suit to hang it on a hook
above her head, back still to me, and the muscles of her legs and back moved
deliciously.   
     In a moment she bent again to pick up the towel from where it had fallen
onto the bench and, for a moment I thought she was not going to show me
anything more, but then she turned and stood, legs akimbo, arms down at her
sides, holding the towel in one hand.
    Her slightly swollen mons had a few wispy hairs on it that were darker than
the strawberry blond hair of her head and did not cover the fold of her pussy
at all.  Her virginal womanness was like an old fashioned purse closed tight
against thieves.  The lips were fleshy and pinkish white.  They had not been
touched by the sun, but I could see tan lines just above the swell of her mons.
 She had been sunning in a bikini.   She dried her hair, and her lifted arms
made her almost - not - there titties lift up.  She turned and put one foot up
on the wide bench she had been sitting on and dragged the towel between her
spread legs.  Clearly she was doing more than simply drying herself for it took
much too long.  She was dragging the rough towel across her clitty.
       After a little while of masturbating with the towel she turned and sat
on the bench again.  It was wide and she  pulled her knees up  and placed her
heels on the edge of the bench opening her legs wide.  She was as limber as a
willow twig to be able to do that, but I didn't think about that at the time. 
All I could think about was the way her outer pussy lips were swelled open, and
how the inner lips were red and engorged from being rubbed with the towel.  Her
clit was hard and stuck out like a tiny penis.  There was a glint of wetness at
the bottom of the opened inner lips where it leaked from beneath the silvery
seal of her hymen. 
     I already had a raging hard on but seeing her there, legs spread, love
honey leaking from her pussy made me pull my wet swim trunks down to let my
imprisoned dick stand to it's full length and angle.  I stroked once up it and
found that drops of pre-cum were already making the head slick.
     Rene' began to slowly stroke her finger up and down and round and round
her pussy going up the right side outer lip and down the left side.  After two
or three strokes she stopped at the bottom and dipped the tip of her finger
into the growing puddle of girl honey she found there, then rubbed her
lubricated finger over her ass hole which was like a tight cinnamon colored
flower between the white globes of her bottom. 
     While her right hand continued stroking her pussy her left hand rolled and
pinched her nipples until they crinkled and grew yet more pointed.  Even
through the wall I could hear her breath growing shorter and shorter as her
excitement grew.  The sight and sound were like carresses to my throbbing cock.
 Pre-cum globules were forming and dropping away leaving shiny threads like
spider silk.
     Rene stopped stroking and moved her finger to her clitoris, flicking the
little knob with her fingernail.  She began flicking the swollen pink jewel
back and forth and her face, which had been fixed in a sort of impish grin,
took on a more concentrated look.  Her lips were just parted and the tip of her
tongue was showing in the corner of her mouth.  I could hear her breaths
growing shorter as she came closer to orgasm.  Love honey oozed slowly from the
bottom of her pussy and between her ass cheeks to coat her cinnamon flower ass
hole.
     The first spasms of her orgasm begin.  It was a tightening in the cords of
muscle between her legs and in her lower belly beneath her forearm.  And then
she was humping her hips in total abandon and moaning in rhythm to that
hunching.  The muscles of her ass were clenched and her legs were flung so wide
open that the cords at the insides of her thighs stood out like cables.
And then the thing which brought me to the point of eruption happened.  In the
midst of one of the orgstic spasms,  a golden arc of sweet girl pee squirted
out of her lovely pussy.  It squirted up in a golden bow that broke into nugget
droplets as it fell with a tiny pittering sound onto the floor of the dressing
room.
     Six months later, at the party, she was thirteen and even more beautiful. 
Taller with longer legs and a chisled face that could break your heart with a
smile.  She had greeted me at the door with that heart breaking smile.  She was
dressed in a mint green mini-dress that showed off her still childish, but
developing curves. Standing behind her with the rest of the party crowd to have
our pictures taken I could not  stop myself from reaching forward to gently
carress her bottom.  My fingers slid into the crack of her bum a little way,
but were stopped by her panties.  I gave a squeeze and felt the muscle tighten
in return.  Then she glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled.  
     I hoped things would go farther, but, though I tried to stay close to her,
Rene was like a deer skipping through the forest away from the hunter-me.  At
last I gave it up.  The party had turned out to be pretty dull except for the
chase and the food.  So I simply grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a beer and
went into the empty den.  I turned on the TV, ate my sandwiches, drank my beer,
and then stretched out on the carpet to watch the Worlds Series.
     Around the fourth inning someone came into the den.  I didn't really
notice who, but then an atom or two of fragrance tickled my nose.  It was
Rene's perfume.  I looked around and sure enough there she stood behind me,
looking at the TV.
     "Who's winning?" she asked.
     From my angle on the floor, I could see her delicious legs far up her
skirt and I thought, I'm winning that's who, but I said, "Dodgers." 
     "Ah,"  she said.  "My team."  Then she kicked off her mid-heel shoes and
plopped down on the rug-and crossed her legs like Buddah, giving me a glimpse
of heaven.  The mini skirt rode up her thighs and I was looking dead at her
pussy, my gaze stopped only by a lacy pair of creamy ivory colored panties
which stretched across her mons.  Her legs were spread so far open that the
cords  at her crotch stood out.
     I looked from heaven back to the ball game and inside my head I said,
"Yeah right," and looked back at Rene's pussy.
     She was not wearing stockings and I thought that odd since I seemed to
remember she had been before, but I could have been wrong.  What she was
wearing was the most luscious expanses of velvety girl flesh I had ever seen. 
And that girl flesh cried out to be kissed. 
     Well, she didn't scream when I felt her bum, I thought.  Maybe she won't
now, and I scooted up close enough to plant a kiss just a few inches above her
knee, up the inside of her right thigh.
     She tensed, but did not move.  The inside of her thigh was as soft and
plush as it looked, and there was a taste of salty perspiration mixed with a
perfume that never could be bottled.  The smell of warm woman flesh.  
     I moved up an inch more and touched her flesh with my tongue before I
kissed it.  Again she tensed but she didn't cry out or move.  
     "You are delicious Rene,"  I said, looking up into her eyes.
     Her lips, red and shinning though she wore no lipstick, were a little open
in what might have been a tiny moan, but she did not make a sound.  Nor did she
move except for a slight quiver in the muscles of her thighs.
     I pushed her dress higher with my nose then kissed her thigh again.  I was
close enough now to smell the ocean smell of the increasing wetness of her
pussy.  It mixed with the odor of perfume and the bitter salty smell of pee and
it made my cock throb.  This close to her ivory panties I could see that they
were wet.  One tiny ringlet of her pubic hair had escaped past the elastic leg
hole.  It was redder than the hair of her head and thicker than six months
before.
     Pushing her dress all the way up I put my mouth against the wet crotch of
her panties and kissed her pussy through the nylon.  She shivered and brought
her hand up to comb her fingers through my hair.  "More," she said, and pulled
at the back of my head to bring my mouth back to her panty veiled vulva  "Do
that more."
	I scooted up closer and pushed her down onto the carpet.  Her knees were up
and open and I could see that her panty crotch was wet far up the back, but I
did not go right for that delicious target. Instead I began kissing the insides
of her thighs.  A kiss then a tiny love bite, and move an inch up to do it
again before turning to do the same to her other thigh.  With each kiss her
breath grew shorter.  The sound of it made my breath grow shorter.  "I have
wanted to kiss you here. . ." I said and kissed her pussy, "Since you were
ten."
	"And I wanted you too kiss me there since I first learned how to play with
myself," she panted.
	That stopped me for a moment.  I lifted my head enough to look into her eyes. 
Her face had the distracted look of a woman intent on the sensations of the
flesh.  " I think of you kissing me there and about you watching me through the
hole in the wall of the pool dressing room," she said.
	"You knew?"
	For answer she humped her pussy against my chin and said, "Please more."
	I moved back down and gently bit her through her wet panties, before hooking a
finger inside the leg and pulling the panties out of the way.  
	I ran my tongue from her puckery little asshole all the way up to the top of
her pubic triangle then I sat up. 
	"No," she whimpered.  "More.  I want more."
	"Someone could come in here anytime and it wouldn't do for them to catch me
with my head between your legs.  We have to find some place more private."  
 	"The pool house!"
	"Pretty chilly out there."
	Rene grinned wickedly.  "I turned the heat on before I came in here."

	We went by separate routes and met in the women's dressing room of the pool
house.  Rene skinned her panties out from beneath her mini-skirt and flipped
them into my face when I came in the door.  The delicious aroma of the crotch
restored the small retreat my erection had made in transit.  I was again rock
hard and straining to be free of my binding clothes.  
     	"I want to see your cock standing up," she said.  "Take your pants off
while I go pee."
	"No wait Rene.  Please, I want you to do something for me."  I said as I
dropped my pants and drawers to the floor and skinned out of my shirt.  
	"I have to pee!" she said, squeezing her knees together and trying not to do a
pee pee dance like a little girl.
	"I want to watch.  I want you to pee on me and let me watch."
	Her eyes opened wide and then she giggled with the little girl wickedness of
the idea.  She nodded.  "OK, but we have to hurry.  I have to go bad."
	"The shower.  We'll do it there."
The shower was large, built with two shower heads, but still small for me to
lay down; nevertheless I crunched down onto the floor on my back and Rene
stepped across my chest.  She still had on her skirt and blouse and she lifted
the skirt up as she squatted. Her red fringed pussy, the creamy outer lips wide
and the coral color inner lips, still sealed by her unbroken hymen, but swollen
with desire, was only a foot from my face.  I could see the little pee hole
open just below her clit.  Her need was so great that she had hardly settled
when the golden stream hissed from her thirteen year old virgin pussy and
splashed against my neck.  She humped her hips forward a little which brought
the stream up and onto my lips.  I opened my mouth and almost came when her
deliciously salty bitter piss touched my tongue.  I let my mouth fill  until
girl pee ran out the corners and down my chin.  When the stream stopped Rene 
giggled, and squeezed out a couple more little squirts.  
I closed my mouth, which was still full of pee, and squirted it back at her,
drenching her still open pussy.  She gasped and then giggled again.  My cock
was pulsing and almost ready to erupt as I watched her pee soaked pubic hair
drip onto my chest. After a moment I reached down to touch myself and bring an
end to the agony, but Rene said "No. Don't. I want to do it.  I want to see."
"OK," I gasped.  "OK, but hurry!  Please!"
She stood, stepped across me, turned and stepped back across, her creamy smooth
ass now above my face.  She knelt down and put her pussy close to my mouth. 
"Now lick it," she said.  
"Oh Rene, Please! I need. . ."
"I said lick my pussy!"  She commanded and I did as I was told.  
The taste was a mix of salty sweet girl honey and bitter girl piss, and the
aroma, like jungle mud and crushed rose petals, was delicious agony to my
throbbing cock.  I licked avidly, up and down and then ran the point of my
tongue around her swollen clit.  Rene' grunted everytime my tongue flicked her
clit and I thought I would have to finish myself, but when I reached down once
more she knocked my hand away and began running her tongue around the head of
my cock.  
            "Oh God Yes!" I  moaned. 
"Keep licking me more!" she commanded and I did until after a few seconds she
took the whole head of my cock and part of the shaft into her mouth and began
an inexpert, but wonderful up and down movement of her head.
"Oh God! I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonnacumI'mgonna cummmm!"  The clenching
paroxyms of orgasm began. 
Rene did not hesitate to keep up her movements even after the first thick spurt
of cum pumped into her mouth.  She gagged a little as she swallowed, but kept
sucking as more orgastic spasms wracked my body shooting forth so much semen
that it leaked out the sides of her mouth to drip in strings back onto my body.
 
When I was able, I returned to licking her little girl pussy with all my might
and after only a moment she began an uncontrolled moaning and humping back so
as to allow me to lick all of her.  An instant later she began cumming.  When
the first spasm drove through her I felt her body clench and quiver
uncontrollably, and then the most wonderful thing happened!  Girl cum burst
from her as from a faucet, squirting like pee, but not pee. Sweet as sugar
water, it poured into my mouth and down my face and neck.  Her pleasure racked
body arched back, humping my mouth as an animal moaning forced it's way from
deep in her throat.  She lifted her ass in answer to the prehistoric nature of
humans, and the syrupy woman cum flowed from her.
   When the last paroxym finished she fainted, collapsing on me.  She was so
light I could have lifted her, but instead I lay rubbing my cheeks on the
insides of her thighs, kissing her pussy, and smelling the rich, unforgetable
aroma of girl cum, and pee.

Ten years later, I sat in a chapel watching as Rene' in a fairy princess white
gown, married a man not nearly good enough for her.  My memories had given me
an erection that was very hard to hide and a heart ache that was equally so. 
When the business at the front was finished and bride and groom came down the
aisle Rene' was all aglow with happiness, but when they passed me her smile
grew wicked, like the little girl I had once known, and she winked.

THE END





      
   






           

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