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Subject: "Angeline's Portrait" Ch. 2 (Mg18months, pedo, oral) by ltlgrl69
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Nikki, you posted Chapter One of this story several days ago and I just
happened to have Chapter Two in my archives. It's one of my favorite
stories so I thought I'd post it here for anyone that wanted to read
more. Sadly, I could not find Chapter Three and I don't even know if
this author ever continued the story. It looked quite promising.
KAP
"Angeline's Portrait" by ltlgrl69
(Mg, extr pedo, exhib, voy, mast, oral, cons?)
Chapter 2
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I was wearing boxer shorts, so I reached inside and pulled out my
semi-erect penis. My cock.
My manhood. I displayed my cock to Angeline's eyes wantonly and
lustfully. And she never took her eyes off of it.
I was about three feet in front of her. If I would have been any closer,
I am fearful of what I may have done next. As it was, I proceeded to
stroke myself with my hand. In my other hand I still held the camera
button. While I stroked my cock in front of this lovely toddler girl in
her
schoolgirl uniform I depressed the button, firing off several shots of
me debauching myself.
My cock continued to grow harder and longer as I stroked it. Little
Angeline watched with
interest and what I can only describe here to you as wonderment. Soon,
my cock was at its fullest length and girth. It stood straight out from
my opened zipper. It wavered in the air
like a bobbing rod of iron. Like a man possessed, I slowly walked
forwards, closer to sweet Angeline.
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In her small hands she was still holding the missal-book. As I
approached her, Angeline
lay the thin missive down on the felt-covered platform beside her. Her
eyes never left my outhrust organ jutting from my opened zipper.
I stopped directly in front of her, about 12 inches away from her body.
I was not particularly well-endowed, my penis measuring roughly 6 inches
when fully aroused, so this left approximately 6 inches of space between
the tip of my erection and sweet Angeline's countenance. I was shivering
with delight as I gazed upon the lewd scene unfolding before me. There I
was, a noted, respected and quite famous photographer not only exposing
his erect genitalus to an 18 month old baby girl, but also stroking its
length with wild abandon as the little toddler looked on.
The age disparity was ludicrous! A 40 year old man and a year and a half
old baby! Never in my wildest imaginations could I have ever conceived
of this notion. But here I was--and there she was. Watching me. Watching
me
masturbate my cock before her very eyes. But I loved this girl--I truly
loved her. And with that love I must show her what true love can be.
As my fist moved back and forth on my steel- hard cock, I felt a bead of
wetness on the very tip. Pre-cum was oozing ever-so-lightly from the
urethric opening and forming small droplets on the tip, which clung
there warily, before letting loose and plummeting to the ground below.
One such semi-clear bead appeared on the tip of my cock as my fist
gripped the base of it. I could see it form and then perch precariously
on the tiny slit there. Angeline saw it too.
Holding my cock steady with my one hand, the camera button still in the
other, I watched hesitantly as Angeline raised her tiny hand out in
front of her and reached it towards my jutting pole. Holding my breath,
I watched as the little toddler girl inched her dainty hand towards the
tip of my cock, her pointer finger extended outwards. She brought her
fingertip to the head of my cock and touched it to the hanging droplet
of pre-cum. She proceeded to catch the bead on her fingertip, gently and
quickly sweeping upwards and wiping the bead off of my cockhead. She
brought the finger to her face and looked at it. She watched how the
droplet quivered and shook as her breathing rales coursed through her
young body.
And then, shocking even me, and I have seen sights that should never be
seen, Angeline
slipped her tiny pink tongue out from between her thin, bow-shaped lips
and licked the bead of pre-cum from her fingertip. This sight was so
intensely erotic to me that I felt the spasms in my scrotal sac that
forewarned my impending ejaculation. I gripped the base of my cock
tightly, trying to stem the rising sperm from shooting up through the
urethra and out my piss slit. The sensations subsided and I released my
cock and let the blood flow back into the tissue.
Angeline made no sound after she had tasted my pre-cum. She simply
stared into my eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly,
almost in the shape of a grin. A devilish grin, if you will forbear that
an 18 month old child could even comprehend what a devilish grin was.
That was it! It had to be! This was not a little
toddler girl before me--no! It was the devil in the guise of a
temptress--come to seduce me into the depraved depths of Hell. He was
here for my soul!
Rational thought took over at this point and I saw the folly of my
reasoning. This was no devil; this was no siren. The only devil in this
studio room was I. But yet Angeline seemed to envelop all the worldly
knowledge of a child much older than her obvious size and developmentt
belied. Such actions were not typical of toddlers.
I was a learned man, among other top quality attributes. I had read the
journals and papers
and treatises of experts and had seen the hard evidence. From their
birth into this world, babies are instinctly sexual mammals. Before they
are taught by society that their bodies and the act of sex itself is
dirty and evil until they are old enough to engage in such sordid
activity.
boy and girl babies are known to fondle their own genitalia. Nothing
wrong or immoral in this action, as it is perfectly healthy and a part
of ther development as a human being.
But genital fondling was one thing--blatant sexual behavior was
something else!
I began lusting for sweet little Angeline. Her Bachaanalian display
pushed me over the precipice and into the nether world of perversion. I
was a man possessed. No longer was I the creative genius who formed
magnificence out of nothingness. No longer was I the patient, methodical
man who knew who he was and where he was headed.
No, I was a demon. I was a monster.
I had sold my soul unto the devil and I was his. So be it.
I stepped closer to Angeline's face, my cock in perfect alignment with
her round, cherubic visage. I stopped when my cockhead was right in
front of her lips. She looked up at me innocenty. Eyes suddenly
questioning what was going on. As I stared into those depthless green
pools of fire I saw something change. From innocence was born avarice.
I felt rather than saw her tongue swipe over my bald cockhead. Imagine
if you can, dear reader, the feeling of a feather playing across the tip
of your throbbing, scarlet cockhead. Then multiply that by 1,000 times.
Still looking into my eyes, Angeline began to swirl her tiny tongue over
and around the head of my cock. I wanted to look down upon this wicked
debauched sight but Angeline's eyes and her will would not let me.
Instead, I reveled in the passionate feeling that I was receiving from
the thousands of nerve endings in my
cock that were shuttled to my brain.
I held my cock steady with one hand while with the other I began firing
off shots with the camera button in the other. Of course this did little
good because all the camera was seeing was the back of me. I was
blocking the ribald
scene in front from the camera's eye.
I dropped the camera button to the floor. I reached out my now-free hand
and placed it atop sweet Angeline's head. I felt her tartan hairband,
and then I stroked her brown hair softly. Angeline's tongue was now busy
licking across my piss slit, lapping at the pre-cum that was flowing
more freely now from the sexual stimulation my cock was receiving.
Daringly I pressed my cockhead against her soft partially-open lips. Her
cupid bow lips parted and she withdrew her tongue and allowed me to slip
the head of my cock inside the tiny orifice.
Along with my relative small length, my cock is also blessed (cursed?)
with a narrow girth. About two inches around is all it measures. I know
what you are thinking, dear readers. How could he satisfy so many women
lovers with such an importune tool? Ah, but that would be telling, my
friends. Suffice it to say that I have never had a complaint from a
single recipient
of my favors.
Such as it was then, my cock was able to fit nicely inside Angeline's
delicate mouth. Being a baby as she was, her already-chubby cheeks began
to puff outwards slightly as I slipped more and more of my cock into her
soft, velvety mouth. I was able to fit in about one half of my length
before I felt the presence of the curved hollow of her throat. I did not
wish to choke my sweet Angeline, so I eased back out a bit in order to
allow her more room to breathe
comfortably. As soon as I did that, Angeline moved her head forwards and
swallowed more of my cock. She wanted to get as much as she could into
her hot toddler mouth.
Suddenly I began to feel her tiny tongue start swirling around my shaft,
licking and bathing
my rod in saliva. The pleasure bolts shot through my body as if I'd been
electrocuted. Goose bumps erupted all over my body. The hairs on the
back of my neck suddenly stiffened, sending chills down my spine.
Amazingly, Angeline was breathing through her nose as she ministered to
my cock in her mouth. It was if she knew what she was doing--and how to
do it!
While Angeline was licking my cock, I started roaming my free hand over
her little body.
I still held my cock steady with the other hand. I caressed her smooth,
soft neck. I squeezed her shoulder. I swept my hand across her chest, my
finger tracing the outline of the small black poodle emblazoned there. I
searched for and found Angeline's toddler nipples. rubbing the one
through her shirt. I could not feel if her tiny nipple had hardened, so
I reached down and slid my hand up underneath her top, pushing the
bottom of it up as my hand raised itself.
Uncovered, Angeline's chest was puffy and had baby fat surrounding her
tiny nipple mounds. I stimulated her one nipple and was rewarded with
the tiny pinpoint nubbin erecting.
I started to step back from Angeline and she looked up at me
questioningly.
"It's all right, Angeline, my love. I just want to remove your shirt."
As if she understood me, she allowed me to remove my cock from her
mouth. She lifted her hands in the air and I slipped off her white top.
Topless now, she looked like the baby girl that she was. A sloping
flesh-colored chest, two puffy hillocks that were her immature breasts,
merely nipples now, but promising future buds that would someday grow
round and firm.
Her tummy was pudgy, still in the feeding stage of growth. Her belly
button was indented; an innie.
I stimulated her other nipple and she smiled at me as the non-existent
button rose up amidst the pinkish aureole. My cock throbbd hotly as I
fondled her baby nipples. I decided that it was time to treat my lover
to some of her own pleasureable feelings. So I bent down and swiftly
latched my lips onto one of her hardened nipples. Her reaction was
immediate and evident. Angeline inhaled her breath sharply, at the same
time emitting a cooing sound that was indicative of one that was
enraptured.
I used my tongue to swirl around her baby fattened nipples. I sucked the
pinpricks into my mouth and I gently, carefully, caught each one in my
teeth, pulling on it. I did the same to the other nipple. When I lifted
my head, they were coated with saliva and glistening in the lights of
the studio.
Angeline and I locked eyes. I swear I saw a look of love in their green
depths. Love--and
lust. Impossible, you say? You were not there, dear reader.
I bent in close to my sweet Angeline and brought my lips to hers. I
smelled her baby fresh scent; it was intoxicating. I pressed my lips
against her tiny, thin ones and kissed her. It was heavenly. I darted my
tongue out and lightly licked it over her mouth. Instantly, her own
tongue shot out and joined mine. An adult tongue and a toddler tongue.
Imagine the difference. Imagine the implausability. Imagine the
pleasure.
I reached for her tartan skirt and moved it out of the way. I bunched it
around her tiny waist and exposed her thin pink Pampers covering her
tiny mound. I reached to her hip and found the Velcro snap and tugged at
it and it separated with a thwipp! I tugged on the other one and soon
her disposable diaper was loosened.
Without hesitation I slowly began lowering her Pampers. Out of the way,
I was treated to a sight too beautiful to behold. Angeline's little bare
toddler cunny. Her pussy. Nestled snugly in between her spread legs it
beckoned to me.
It sang my name. It called me to sing of its praises.
I gingerly slipped the Pampers out from underneath my sweet Angeline's
bottom, leaving her dressed now in only her tartan skirt, which was
bunched around her waist, and her red knit knee high socks and her black
shiny
Mary Jane Shoes.
I beheld her innocent loveliness as I gazed fondly at her genitals.
Plump, fat labia were
wedged between her chubby thighs. Her mons veneris jutted outwards
sharply directly below her slightly-bulging tummy. For one so small and
delicate, Angeline's cunny was prominent.
The pudgy outer labia were pink and
soft-looking. The slit itself in the middle of them
was narrow and ran from the top of her pubis down to her peritoneum. I
wondered if her tiny clitoris would be able to extend from its sheath
within the hidden recesses of her mons.
I looked at Angeline with nothing but love in my heart for her. This raw
animal passion that I felt was simply the by-product of that love.
Angeline smiled at me tenderly. She blinked her eyes once, and pursed
her lips as if to speak, but no voice came forth. Rather, she blew me a
kiss and ran her tiny pink tongue over her lips, wetting them sensually.
I looked down at her bare cunny, exposed for only me to see and to
partake of. Angeline shifted her legs and spread them apart even more,
thus opening her slit up wider. Now I was able to view some of her dark
pink inner labia. I noticed an oblong sac tucked away near the top of
her slit. Something bulged there. Could that be her clit? If it was, it
looked to be a rather oversized one for one so young.
I once again kissed my sweet Angeline's lips, tasting the wetness she
had created there. I
knelt down on the floor before her, genuflecting to her beauty, and I
softly kissed her chubby inner thigh. I could smell her girlish odor
emanating from her cunny. Sour, slightly fetid, but not unappealing.
Heady, actually.
I kissed my way along her thighs, tasting the extreme softness of her
baby skin. Like licking cotton candy it was. I neared her cunny now and
I suddenlt felt Angeline's hands on the top of my head. She began softly
caressing my hair, rubbing my scalp, and urging my face forwards, into
her lap. Desire controlled me.
Pleasure awaited me. Nirvana lay ahead. Was I to answer its call?
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End Chapter 2
Thanks to all of you that have written me urging me to continue with the
story. I am glad that so many of you liked it. Okay, then, Chapters 1
and 2 were already written for a friend of mine, so now if there is
substantial interest I shall continue with this story in Chapter 3,
which has still to be written. Please let me know if you liked the story
or not by e-mailing me at ltlgrl69@webtv.net or by posting to the alt.
sex. stories newsgroup.
Thank you.
ltlgrl69
"Est-elle pas tre's belle?"
J'aimerai un 69!
J'adore les petites filles, et vous?
Bonne nuit, ltlgrl69
Maxima debetur puero reverentia
(We owe the greatest respect to a child)
"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me." (Gary Allan)
"Thank Heaven for little girls!" (Maurice Chevalier)
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful --
1965)
"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."
(Anon)
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats, "Endymion" 1818
Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them.
kids_at_play