Perverts 'R' Us

Princess Hannah

By Fever ( M/g, cons, 1st, oral, anal )

Hi there, folks. It's me again. If you've read my story, "Sticky Buns", then you know a little something about me. If you haven't read it, here's me in the smallest nutshell possible:

My name is William, but everyone calls me Billy. As of this writing, I'm 22-years-old, a college graduate, living alone not far from a certain major city that I don't need to name. In most ways, I'm an ordinary guy. But there's one major difference between me and most of the guys you'll meet at a party or walking down the street: I'm a pedophile.

The word "pedophile" was once stigmatized by our society to mean some drooling monster that preys upon children for his own sexual gratification. Lately, with all the witch-hunting being done against those who love little girls and boys, a pedophile has become an evil entity that can be lurking inside anyone, anytime, anywhere. So always be on the lookout because your children are in danger!

What a load of bullshit.

True, there are dangerous people out there who would harm children for their own satisfaction, but that's not what I am. That's not what any real pedophile is. A real pedophile is someone who loves children on every level, including sexual, and takes genuine delight in giving a little girl (or boy) the kind of pleasure that society attempts to "protect" them from.

I would die to protect the safety of a child and I wouldn't hesitate to knock the teeth out of anyone who harmed a child. Now does it make me evil because I happen to think little girls are the most beautiful and sexy creatures on Earth? That's up to you to decide.

But now I'd like to tell you about my friend Hannah.

Hannah is a 7-year-old girl who lives down the hall from my apartment. I first met Hannah and her mother, Marilyn, the day they moved into the building. I was coming home from work and I saw Marilyn carrying a stack of boxes through the lobby of our building. The boxes were balanced precariously and I quickly rushed to help. I arrived just as the load tilted and, thanks to some fast reflexes on my part, I was able to stop them from falling.

Marilyn thanked me and I offered to help her carry the rest of her things into her apartment. At first, she refused, but I was insistent on helping and Marilyn eventually accepted my offer gladly. I didn't see Hannah until I actually reached the apartment and saw her lying on her belly on the floor, reading a children's book.

My eyes drifted from her long, brunette hair which was tied back in a single braid, over the back of her lime green t-shirt, and to her flawless bottom. Damn, it looked tempting. My cock instantly hardened in my pants. For me, my body reacts the same way to the sight of a 7-year-old girl's butt that most guys react to a swimsuit model or something. I said hello to her and she turned, somewhat surprised that there was a strange man in her apartment, but not at all scared. That was good, I silently noted. Children tend to like me and feel comfortable around me and it's even more potent when the girl is naturally friendly.

I knelt down beside her and asked her what she was reading. She told me it was a picture-book version of "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" and that it was her favorite movie and that she had seen it three times in the theaters already. I asked her who her favorite character was and she answered, of course, Lucy. All the while Hannah was talking I was admiring her lovely, cherubic face with its chocolate-brown eyes and dimpled cheeks. She was somewhat dark skinned, as if she descended from southern Italy and the entire effect of her features combined was lovely.

Later that night, Marilyn invited me to dinner with her and Hannah in their new apartment. It was only Chinese take-out, but it was nice to be able to spend time with this sweet angel. She was immediately taken with me, I could tell, and never left my side until she went to sleep. Once Hannah was in bed, I sat with her mother for a while longer. Marilyn worked one job as a cashier at a supermarket and one job as a substitute teacher at the local high school to make ends meet. All the while, she was taking courses so she could become a full-time teacher. She had a wide circle of friends, however, and so she always had some place for Hannah to go after school except for Wednesdays.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she told me.

"Daycare?" I suggested.

"Too expensive," she replied.

"Well," I said, after thinking for a moment, "I have a suggestion, but I'll completely understand if you say no."

"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I have Wednesdays off from work," I said. "Hannah could stay with me until you get home."

If Marilyn was mistrustful at all, she didn't show it. I think she was simply so relieved that I had volunteered that it pushed aside whatever suspicions she might normally have had. After all, what kind of 22-year-old man wants to spend hours hanging out with a 7-year-old girl? The kind who likes to have sex with 7-year-old girls, that's who.

And so Hannah came over to my place every Wednesday after. We played games, watched television, and just hung out. I helped her with homework whenever she needed it (which was rare) and then I prepared dinner for both of us in the evening. It was a wonderful arrangement and I truly enjoyed being with this precocious preteen so much that Wednesdays became the high point of my week and I'd often spend all day Tuesday at work thinking about it.

Of course, I spent a lot of time with my hand around my cock thinking about Hannah too. I was extremely eager to teach her all the joys of sex, but I couldn't think of a workable strategy to approach her. One day, while watching television one Tuesday evening, I got my answer. I smiled to myself, knowing tomorrow would be the day.

The next day, I was sitting on my couch, watching television, and waiting for Hannah to arrive. Right on time, the door opened, and my little friend walked into the apartment. I turned to look over at her and smiled. She was wearing a sky-blue blouse, a black skirt, and white stockings. Immediately, I imagined myself slowly peeling off those stockings, revealing inch after sweet inch of her tasty legs.

"Hey sweetie," I said, smiling warmly.

"Hi Billy!" she exclaimed, and then ran over to greet me. She jumped on to the couch beside me, disturbing my cat Nuffles who slept on the far side of the couch, and wrapped her arms around my neck to give me a hug. I returned the hug happily. This was how it usually went during our afternoons together and it was always encouraging to see that Hannah was as excited about seeing me as I was about seeing her. Too soon, the hug was over, as Hannah extricated herself from me and moved to sit down on the couch between me and my cat.

"Hi Nuffles," she said, petting my fluffy feline, who purred contently.

"He's missed you a lot since last week," I told her.

"He has?" she asked. "How do you know?"

"He told me," I replied.

"Cats can't talk!" she exclaimed.

"Well, he can't talk like you or me," I explained, "but I can still tell what he is thinking. I know he missed you."

"I missed him too," she said.

"Hey, I have surprise for you."

"What is it?"

At that moment, I pulled out a plastic box from its concealed place between myself and the couch cushion and showed it to Hannah. She looked at it for half a second before her mind registered what it was, and then her mouth opened wide in an expression of delight and surprise. She reached out for the box with her small hands and took it from me to look at up close.

"Narnia!" she exclaimed.

"That's right, honey," I said. "It came out on DVD yesterday so I went and bought it because I know you like it so much."

"Can we watch it?" she begged.

"Of course!" I told her. "Why don't you go get a snack while I put it in?"

With that, Hannah trotted off to the kitchen to get a snack while I put the movie into the DVD player and started it. When the movie began to play, I called to Hannah, and she came running back into the room as quickly as she could without dropping the bowl of ice cream she was carrying. Even though I had no asked her to, Hannah climbed on to my lap, sitting with her legs across mine and her back against the arm of the couch. I put my arm around her tiny body with my hand on her waist.

Sitting on my lap was something Hannah did fairly regularly, but usually it took some kind of prompting. The fact that she did it on her own suggested she was in a particular mood to please me now. Excellent, I thought, but how far will she go to please me? We watched the entire movie through in that position, except when Hannah got up to use the bathroom. But, as soon as she returned, she climbed right back on to my lap. It felt great to have her against me like that, even if it gave me a raging erection that Hannah didn't seem to notice (or perhaps just didn't mind).

When the movie ended, Hannah gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek, then thanked me for being so nice and buying the movie for her to watch. I hugged her back and told her I loved doing nice things for her.

"There's another nice thing I want to do for you," I told her. "I want to teach you a game."

"What kind of game is it?" she asked.

"Well, it's for one boy and one girl to play together," I said. "The boy and the girl take off all their clothes and then they touch each other in nice places to make each other feel really, really good. The winner is the one who makes the other one feel the nicest."

"Take off their clothes?" Hannah asked dubiously. Her face displayed confusion and hesitance, but not fear or disgust.

"Yep," I said. "I know it sounds weird but I promise you will love this game."

"I don't know . . ." she said, as if pondering whether to play or not. I knew that Hannah must be struggling internally in a classic Freudian battle that she was far too young to understand. She was taught by our Western society that nudity and sex is bad. On the other hand, she was also a sexual creature as all children are (despite what anti-pedophile retards say) and curious about her own body and the male body as well.

"Hannah, you know I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you, right?" I asked her. She nodded her head slowly. "So give this game a try. If you don't like it, we can stop, but I promise you it will be so much fun."

"OK," she said, her mouth turning up at the corners into a shy smile.

"But I need you to make me a promise before we play," I said. "I need you to promise that you will never, ever, ever tell anyone that we played it, even your mommy."

"Why not?" she asked innocently.

"Because we'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out," I explained, hoping that wouldn't set her mind against it.

"OK," she said, her wide-eyes sparkling with mischief. "I promise I won't tell anyone, even Mommy."

With that, the game began. First, I hugged Hannah close against me, feeling the delight of her tiny body against me. I kissed her soft, brown hair, then her forehead, then her chubby cheek. When I reached her lips, I paused for a moment, and then made an exaggerated puckering sound. Hannah, catching the cue, puckered her lips and I kissed her on her adorable mouth. I held the kiss for a moment as I ran my hand up and down her back.

I broke the kiss and looked into Hannah's eyes, which were smiling with delight. I kissed her again and again until I was practically making out with my preteen friend. She had closed her eyes now and seemed to be reveling in the sensation of kissing me.

By this point, Hannah had shifted her position, so that she was now straddling my legs and facing me directly. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away from me. She looked slightly hurt that I had stopped kissing her, so I gave her a quick peck on the nose, which sent her giggling. Kissing Hannah was wonderful, but I wanted to see more of this sexy 7-year-old.

One by one, I unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse, until there was a thin line of bare flesh from her neck down to her waist. Slowly, as if unwrapping a fragile Christmas present, I pulled back the sides of the blouse to reveal her gorgeous, perfectly flat chest, her tiny nipples, and her ever-so-slightly rounded belly. A sigh of appreciation escaped my lips at the sight of her topless. Hannah said nothing, but she held back her arms so I could pull the blouse all the way off. I put my hand on Hannah's shoulder then slowly brought it down to caress her chest.

"You're so pretty," I whispered. Hannah blushed.

"Can I have more kissies?" she asked.

"In a little bit," I promised.

Now that I had removed Hannah's shirt, I felt obliged to remove my own as well. With a little help from my princess, I removed my shirt, and placed it aside. I took Hannah's hands in mine and placed them on my chest and encouraged her to touch me however she wanted. She ran her hands up and down my chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath. As she explored, I rubbed my hands on her bare back, fingers trembling at the warm softness.

Hannah's left hand was on my right shoulder, so I kissed it softly, and then began kissing down her slender arm until at last I reached her shoulder. I kissed her a few times there, and then pulled Hannah up to a kneeling position so I could have free access to her splendid childish nipples. They were a darkish pink color, slightly smaller than dimes, and I eagerly ran my tongue over one and then the other.

"That feels so nice," she said softly.

"I'm glad you like it," I told her.

"Do you want me to do it to you?" she asked.

"If you want."

Now I'm not one of those people who is especially turned on by having his nipples manipulated, but I couldn't resist the feel of this young girl's tongue against mine. First she licked them, then kissed them the way I had been doing to her, imitating me the way that inexperienced children often do during sex (believe me, I've had sex with enough children to know). I stroked her hair and told her how nice it felt. Hannah looked up at me and smiled, then went back to her work. She continued for another minute or two before I pushed her away.

"I think I want to see your pretty legs," I told her. "Lie down on the couch."

The topless preteen lay down on her back on my couch. Nuffles, my cat, jumped off the couch and sauntered away as if offended. I pushed Hannah's skirt up her slightly chubby thighs until it was bunched around her waist. I put my face into her crotch, breathing deeply the clean, pure smell of a child's sex. I proceeded to kiss her through the material of her stockings and her panties, loving the feel of the fabric against my lips, but knowing I'd love the feel of bare skin even more. But I was happy to take my time and enjoy this as long as I could.

I pulled down Hannah's stockings an inch or two, revealing the top of her white cotton panties. I pulled the stockings down even farther and noticed that these were "Chronicles of Narnia" Underoos. They were adorable and I smiled to myself, and then continued undressing my little princess. Soon, I was past her panties, admiring the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. I kissed her skin, just above the stockings, then rolled them down another inch, then kissed the spot I had just revealed. In this manner, I peeled off Hannah's stockings entirely, and then tossed them aside. I ran my bare hands up and down the length of Hannah's short legs.

Suddenly, without warning, I tickled the bottoms of Hannah's feet. She quickly drew her feet away, squeaking at my touch. I continued my tickle assault and Hannah giggled wildly. She pulled her knees up to her chest to keep her feet away from me and I was painfully tempted to bury my face in her butt right then and there, but I resisted the urge for now.

"Those undies are really cool," I told her.

"Thanks," said Hannah. "Mommy bought them for me for my birthday."

"You're a lucky girl," I said. "Are you enjoying our game so far?"

"Yes," she said, nodding happily.

"Good," I said. "Do you mind if I take off my pants and my undies?"

"OK . . ." she said, a bit hesitantly.

"Do you know what a boy has down there?" I asked.

"Mommy told me once, but I didn't really get it," said Hannah.

"It kind of looks like a big finger," I explained, "and it has a little pouch hanging beneath it. If you don't like him or think he's gross, I will put him away."

I stood up from the couch and turned to face Hannah, who was now sitting up. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my feet and then kicked them aside. Without hesitation, I pulled my boxer shorts down to my feet as well, and then stood back up. My cock stood straight out and Hannah stared at it in amazement. I smiled at her reaction and sat back down, putting my arm around her shoulders.

"You go pee with that?" she asked me.

"Yes, but it does a lot of other neat stuff too," I told her.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well, if someone touches it, it makes me feel really good all over," I said. "And if someone kisses it or puts it in her mouth, it's a million times better."

As I was hoping would happen, Hannah took my cue. She reached out and held her hand an inch away from it, perhaps reluctant to touch the strange organ, but it only lasted a moment. She put her fingers around it and squeezed it gently. My toes curled at her touch.

"Oh Hannah, that feels so nice," I said. "Now keep holding it and move your hand up and down." Hannah did as I asked. Her tiny fingers around my aching dick were such a blessed relief from the months I'd be lusting after this precocious child. As she began to slowly stroke my dick, I closed my eyes, and ran my fingers through her brown hair. I breathed slowly and rhythmically.

"Does it feel good?" she asked hopefully.

"It feels wonderful, baby," I replied.

"I like him," she said. "He's cute. He's not gross at all."

"He likes you too," I said. "And he thinks you're just about the cutest girl he's ever seen. Honey, why don't you kneel down on the floor in front of me and maybe you can make him feel really nice?"

"What should I do?" Hannah asked once she was kneeling in front of my cock.

Looking down and seeing her adorable face so close to my rigid cock was an incredibly sexy and arousing sight.

"Just kiss him all over," I said. "And then try licking him too and maybe put him in your mouth and suck on him like a Popsicle too. Just don't bite!"

Hannah giggled, and then looked at my cock with determination and purpose. She stuck out her little tongue and just gently touched the tip of it against the head of my cock, sampling the taste. My body quivered at the feeling of her hot, wet tongue against me.

Apparently, she found the taste pleasing, and she began licking it as I had instructed. Up and down, up and down she licked it, just like a Popsicle. Every time her tongue dragged against the sensitive skin, I felt tiny electric shocks spreading from my dick to the rest of my body.

At last, she seemed to have worked up the courage to put it in her mouth. She kissed the tip of my dick and then slowly moved her small head down, widening her lips as she went, until an inch or two of dick was inside her virgin mouth. I knew Hannah was totally inexperienced at this, but I also know that girls do possess an inherent knowledge of how to please a man, and that instinct was kicking in right now. She bobbed up and down, sucking on the head.

"Oh Hannah," I whispered, "You're such a good girl. Such a good, sweet, pretty little girl. Take it as deep as you can, honey, but not too deep."

Hannah continued sucking my cock and tried to get as deep as she could. Unfortunately, she gagged, and coughed loudly. She quickly backed away and my cock popped out of her mouth. She coughed and spit. Moving quickly, I picked her up under her arms, and set her on my lap.

"It's OK, honey," I told her. "Just breathe. You'll be OK in a second."

"I felt like I was gonna throwed up," she said.

"I know," I told her. "That's what happens if you put something too big inside your mouth."

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, Hannah, of course not. Do you want us to stop?"

"No," she said. "This is fun."

"I think so too," I said. "But why don't we do something different? How would you like me to lick you where you were just licking me?"

"But I don't have a boy thingy," she said.

"I know you don't," I said, "but your girlie thingy will feel really nice when I lick it. Alright?"

"OK," she said enthusiastically.

I lifted her up and put her on the couch cushion next to me. She rose to her feet and, at my instruction, removed her skirt and tossed it on the floor. Now she was totally naked except for undies. She hesitated for a moment, perhaps a little wary of taking off her underwear in front of me, but I smiled at her reassuringly and she then happily pulled her panties down the short length of her tiny legs to her ankles. I held her hand so she could balance as she stepped out of her panties, then I feasted my eyes upon her beautiful, preteen pussy.

I've seen plenty of child vaginas in my day, but they never fail to amaze me with their flawless loveliness. It was just a tiny slit within a small mound, totally devoid of any hair, and it was a delightful shade of carnation pink. Hannah stood, with her hands on her hips, looking down at herself, perhaps wondering why I found it so captivating.

Finally, I wrenched my eyes from her perfect baby pussy and looked up at her face, and smiled.

"I feel so lucky," I said. "I've got my own naked, little cutie girl."

"What should I do now?" she asked.

"Just stand right there," I replied.

Hannah remained where she was standing on the couch. Taking my cock in one hand, I began to stroke it as I moved my face towards her crotch. When my nose was close enough, I breathed in deeply the heavenly scent of an unspoiled girl child. Next, I moved my face towards her creamy, white thighs and began to kiss them lovingly, each kiss bringing me closer to her sex. I continued to jerk myself with my left hand while my right hand cupped her tiny bottom, both to keep her balanced and to enjoy the thrill of fondling her there.

At last, I stuck out my tongue, and ran it up the center of her slit, parting the little, immature lips. Hannah's legs nearly buckled and she quickly put a hand on the back of the couch to balance herself. I asked if she was alright and she nodded vigorously, telling me that she was surprised at how special it felt. I licked it again and again Hannah trembled, but managed to keep standing.

As I continued eating her deliciously sweet pussy, my free hand roamed across her bottom and up her back, then around to the front of her so I could feel her marvelously flat chest. All the while, Hannah kept her short legs bowed, and continued to use her hand to stabilize herself. She looked down at me while I worked and occasionally, when I would glance up at her face, I would see a look of strenuous pleasure on it.

I could tell Hannah was having trouble standing, so I moved my body until I was lying, face-up, on the couch with Hannah straddling my waist. I took her tiny hands in mind and instructed her to move closer until she was standing over my neck. Then I told her to kneel down over my face so that her pussy was directly in front of my mouth. This way, I could keep eating her, but she wouldn't buckle under the weight of her own pleasure. I buried my face in her succulent mound and savored the juices flowing over my tongue as my 7-year-old lover whimpered and moaned softly.

I put my hands on her butt, one hand on each cheek, and pressed her crotch against me as much as I could. As I sucked and slurped, I kneaded the tender flesh of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them back together again. I desperately wanted to stick one of my fingers inside her butt hole, but I was afraid that would be too much. Still, she had gone along with things so far. Maybe she wouldn't protest. I decided to give it a try. I pulled one hand away and held up a finger for Hannah.

"Suck on it," I told her.

"Like your thingy?" she asked. "Does that feel nice too?"

"I just need it wet," I explained.

"Oh, OK," she said, and began to suck on my index finger until it was covered in saliva. I resumed my preteen pussy feast as I brought the wet finger around her back. With one hand, I spread her cheeks apart and I slowly began to press my wet finger against her hole.

"That's my poop hole," she said. "Why are you touching that?"

"Some girls like it when a boy puts things in their poop hole," I explained.

"Why?" she asked.

"They think it feels good. Can I put my finger up there and see if you like it?" I asked.

"OK," she said, somewhat reluctantly.

That was good enough for me. Slowly, I slid my finger all the way inside her unbelievably tight hole. I could feel the muscles clenching tightly around my finger, so I wiggled it a little to make some room. I looked up at Hannah, whose eyes were closed, and whose mouth was slightly open. She was rocking her butt, ever so slightly, as if responding to my movements inside her.

"That's so nice," she said.

"You really think so?" I asked. "Better than me licking you?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Can I try licking your poop hole?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she said.

The taste of her child sex was so intoxicating that I wanted to spend an eternity devouring her, but we had more things to do before our time together ran out. I told her to stand back up again, with her feet on the cushions, and to lean over the back of the couch. I knelt behind her in such a way that my face was only a few inches away from her smooth, white, tiny little bottom. I gently pried the cheeks apart to reveal the tender, pink rosebud of my sexy, 7-year-old friend.

I wet my tongue, then moved in, and licked the rim of her butt hole, savoring the delightful taste that only a true ass-lover can appreciate. Hannah squirmed as I continued licking a circle around her hole and even began pushing her bottom into my face (not that I minded.) I licked up and down the length of her entire crack, coating every inch with my warm saliva, then I began to gently probe the rubbery hole with the tip of my tongue, trying to force it inside her sweet, young anus.

As I continued with my analingus, the hole began to loosen more and more. Soon I could actually fit some of my tongue into her. I swirled my tongue in a circle inside her butt, then lapped at the hole like an excited dog as Hannah began to moan and sigh softly. Occasionally, I would take a short break from licking her delightful butt hole to kiss her all over her baby butt with loud, smacking kisses that made Hannah giggle. It was nice, but I couldn't stay away from her anus for long. I lapped at it some more, then began working my tongue inside once again.

"That feels super nice, Billy," Hannah whispered.

"I'm glad you like it," I said. "Some girls don't like it when boys do things to their bottom."

"I love it," she said.

"I love you," I told her.

"Is there anything else that feels good to do on my bottom?" she asked.

"Wait right here," I instructed as I stood up from the couch and went into my bedroom.

I had something there for just such an occasion. I returned a moment later carrying a bottle of KY jelly. I handed it to Hannah so she could inspect it.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's called lubricant," I said. "I'm going to put my thingy inside your bottom, but I'm going to pour that on it first, so that it will slide in really easy."

"Will that feel good?" she asked.

"Very good," I replied, "for both of us."

"Will it hurt?"

"It might hurt a little," I told her, being honest with her, "but only for a few seconds while I'm pushing it in. Once it's in you, it won't hurt anymore. I'll be very gentle, though, and if you want me to stop, just say so and I will, OK?"

"OK."

I squirted the KY jelly liberally over my dick to make it as slippery as possible so that it would glide in easily without hurting Hannah more than was absolutely necessary. The good thing about the anus is that it's designed to stretch - no matter how old you are, so it's sometimes easier to have anal sex with a little girl than vaginal sex. At least, that's true if you're like me, and don't want to hurt the girl. Some guys don't care if they hurt the girl and those guys deserve painful death.

When I was finished, I put the bottle aside, and lined up the tip of my cock with Hannah's bottom-hole and gently began inserting it into her. Hannah made a little yelp of pain as it stretched her sphincter and I told her to be brave and that it would be over in a minute. Hannah didn't tell me to stop and, a moment later, my cock was buried to the hilt inside her butt. I just let it sit there for a moment until Hannah felt comfortable with it inside her. It was so hot and tight inside her that I felt as if a hand were squeezing my cock as hard as it could, but I loved the feeling.

"How does that feel, sweetie?" I asked her.

"Kind of funny," she answered.

"But in a good way?" I asked.

"Yes," she told me, then smiled over her shoulder at me. I have to tell you: there's nothing sexier than a little, naked girl smiling at you while you're standing behind her with your dick inside her ass.

I began sliding my cock in and out of Hannah's butt, gently fucking her virgin ass with my smaller-than-average cock. I worked slowly as first, trying to loosen up Hannah's rectum as much as I could so that, when the time came to do it harder and faster, she wouldn't feel any pain, just pleasure. Still, fucking her this slowly took a tremendous feat of willpower. Every party of my body was telling me to pound this little preteen for all I was worth, but I couldn't be reckless with such a sweet little girl.

Hannah moaned softly as I made love to her bottom. My hands caressed her back and her shoulders and finally I snaked a hand down around her hips to finger her bald, baby pussy. As I had anticipated, that brought Hannah to an entirely new level of pleasure. The pleasure in her butt was heightened by the pleasure between her legs and she began to wriggle happily and groan like a little slut.

In response to the relaxation of her muscles that I could sense as the grip on my cock loosening, I began to fuck Hannah harder and faster. Each time I buried my cock inside her, she grunted softly, and soon her high-pitched grunts were in time to the sound of my balls slapping against her butt. I could feel my orgasm building and I knew it wouldn't be long before Hannah would get her very first cum deposit.

"You're such a good, little girl . . ." I whispered in a ragged voice. "Such a good, sweet, baby girl . . . your bottom feels so nice and warm and tight . . . I'm about to cum, sweetie . . . you're going to feel something wet inside your butt . . . don't be afraid, though, it's nothing bad . . . it just means I love you . . . OK, here it comes, baby . . . you just brave like Lucy . . ."

At last, I pushed my cock as deep as it would go, while my hands pulled her hips towards me. A tremendous gush of semen erupted from the end of my cock and splashed deep into Hannah's bowels as she squealed delightedly. Again, my body bucked forward of its own volition, and I squirted inside Hannah's butt again. It felt like my orgasm would never stop. Wave after wave hit until, finally, all the sexual tension I'd been experiencing since I met this girl had spilled out of my body.

I gently withdrew my cock from her butt, leaving the hole sucking as if it wanted more. I instructed Hannah to lie down on the couch on her tummy until I came back with a towel. A moment later, I returned, and began to wipe away the traces of semen that had leaked out of her, as well as my saliva. Once it was done, I put the towel aside, and sat on the floor beside the couch, stroking Hannah's butt.

"Did that feel good, honey?" I asked her.

Hannah nodded blissfully, her eyes closed.

"You look sleepy," I said. "Do you want to take a nap before your mommy comes to get you?"

Again, Hannah nodded. I figured we still had time before her mom came, so there was no need for her to get dressed yet. I let my naked little princess sleep on the couch while I quietly crept into my room, got my digital camera, and took a few pictures to look at later. I kept it out so I could take a few more if her from the front before she left.

We never actually did decide who won our little game, but that didn't matter. I kissed Hannah's cheek, and then I sat back down on the floor beside the couch and gently fondled her bottom as my preteen girlfriend slept as peacefully as an angel.

The end.