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ANGIE 3 (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
(mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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She was nine when I moved in, a spidery little kid, all gawky and
self-conscious, sweet and unaffected. She was the landlord's daughter.
Great big hazel eyes and sun-lightened hair falling in riotous curls
around her rounded, pretty face. Very pretty face. Looking at Angie, it
was easy to understand why the first Spaniards in the New World had been
smitten by the women (Angie's folks are from Ecuador and Puerto Rico).
The trouble started three years later.
"Hi. This is Angie."
(As if I might not recognize her voice. She'd been less often here to
spend time chatting with the old guy on the fourth floor in the last
year -- especially the last few months -- but her voice was imme-diately
recognizable, nonetheless.)
"I have to do this paper for school on volcanoes and I was wondering if
it would be okay if I looked at some of the books you have." I had
several books on volcanol-ogy -- it had fascinated me when I was in my
twenties -- as well as the Encyclopedia (Britannica). (She knew about
the book collection, because she'd seen it.)
"So, like, if it's no hassle, let me know when you get a chance, okay?
The paper is due Monday. Thanks." (I was listening to the recording on
my answering machine on Thursday night.)
On my way out the next morning, I slid a note under the door of the
owner's apartment saying Saturday, around noon, would be fine. My Main
Squeeze was out of the country on vacation and if Angie needed more time
or help, Saturday would be no problem.
I made a mental note to clean up the place when I got home from work
Friday night -- I like to sleep in on Saturdays -- so it would be
presentable when Angie came up to raid the books.
In truth, I was just delighted that the stuff could help the kid get a
solid grade. Really. That was it. I mean -- sure, the baby fat was
melting away and a very pretty girl was emerging, but she was still very
much a kid, so nothing else occurred to me.
This was, I was later to learn, a sign of encroaching senility.
Saturday afternoon, 12:10 p.m., there's a knock at the door. I'm mostly
awake. I've had two cups of The Elixir of Life (a.k.a., "coffee") and a
bowl-and-a-half of Borkum Riff. This is as awake as I should ever have
to be at ten after noon on a Saturday.
Angie. Telling me how much she appreciates my help and many promises
not be a problem and as cute as can be in her oversized sweatshirt and
spray-on denim jeans. I note -- not being dead -- that she has a very
cute, sexy and well-formed butt inside the denim and tell myself that
somewhere out there in Brooklyn, Queens or the rest of the Tri-State
Metropolitan Area, there is an incredibly lucky 12- or 13-year-old boy
who doesn't know that this butt has his name on it -- or will.
I simply smiled and told her of my pleasure at her use of the books and
pointed to the living room, which is where the Library Wall lives and
lived. For myself, I planned to finish that second pipe-bowl and drink
more coffee. Lot's of More Coffee. (This is a prescribed response to
going out for "a couple" of beers with journalist-friends on Friday
night.) I suggested she open the windows wide, if she liked, since it
was a typical Weird April and the tem-perature was already near 75
degrees, and the smell of the pipe might bother her.
"Oh, its okay. I don't mind."
Which is one of the reasons I like kids. They usually think pipes are neat.
Angie started with the Brit-3 (logical) and soon had four volumes
scattered on the floor. I went on-line and picked up some E-Mail
packets. While I was downloading, I refilled the More Coffee Cup. Came
back in and started answering the mail, then looked up to find her
watching me. "What's up?"
"The encyclopedia is great, but we're not supposed to just use one book
or encyclopedia."
"No problem." I stood and padded, barefoot, behind her into the living
room. Angie was small even for 12 years -- maybe 135 cm's -- and not
even the luscious twitching of her butt in the jeans could dispel the
awareness that she was a kid. I kept telling myself that as I stood,
tower-ing behind her, in front of the stacks and pulled books for her. I
had several on volcanology, tectonic plates and morphology.
In the meantime, volumes of Brit-3 were scattered all over the living
room floor, with a liberal leavening of pages from her notebook covered
with semi-legible scrawls.
Naturally, though she was supposed to do the research and writing on
the paper, it took a good -- oh, fifteen minutes before I was crawling
around the living room floor with her, finding and marking passages that
would be useful and relevant.
Crawling around on the floor is precisely how the trouble started. I
was just riffling the pages of THE HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA (about
Project MoHo) for a useful explanatory section when I looked up and
found myself confronted with her jeans-clad butt. She was crouched over
something else, reading, but as she read she was also moving her cute,
little ass around in small circles.
I was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of nine-year-old jeans and
nothing else. Seeing her round little ass, the little line of bare flesh
just above her waist, where her shirt had crept up, the way the denim
crept between her cheeks, even outlining the split of her pussy! ..well,
it was instant, embarrassing boner time.
I cleared my throat and said, "Angie, please sit on the couch or
something."
"Huh?"
"Waving your butt in front of my face is a bit awkward for me." (Yes, I
really do talk that. Sue me.)
Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me over her
shoulders, hazel eyes bright with mischief and mirth. "What's the
matter, Dave? Too hot for you?" She wiggled for effect.
"That -- and too young. Stop it."
She arched her back and swivelled her butt still more. "You mean this?
Or what?"
"Or I'll take a great big bite out of your ass."
She giggled and flashed me a Dare You look and thrust her butt back at me.
I reached out with both hands, grabbed her denim-clad hips, leaned
forward and bit lightly on her right cheek. Very lightly, since her ass
was firm and the denim was tight, leaving no excess to grip.
Angie squealed and shivered a little, so I bit the other butt-cheek.
"Ooohh -- you'll never get me to stop that way!"
I squeezed her hips and she shivered again. "Maybe the jeans are too
tight," she said and I heard a click -- fol-lowed by a zzzzzip! The
jeans loosened, then began to slide down.
"What the hell -- stop it, Angie!"
"Uh-uh. I know what I'm doing." Jeans still sliding -- pink rayon was
coming into view -- and her voice suddenly softer and huskier.
"What do you want?"
"What your girlfriends get that makes them moan and scream so loud I
can hear them down in my bedroom."
Shit. I'd thought that with the window and drapes closed and the pillow
as a muffler, the cries wouldn't be audible -- certainly not all the way
down the airshaft to the second floor bedroom of an over-sexed, barely
pubes-cent pre-teen.
"And you think you're ready for this?"
The jeans reached the back of her thighs. There was a growing wet spot
in the tight crotch of the tight pink panties (which had a little yellow
heart on one side). She was certainly ready physically.
"You bet my ass, I'm ready," she murmured.
"Convince me." My hands trembled as I took them off her lithe, rounded
little hips.
"How?"
I knelt up straight and she turned to sit on that cut butt, staring at
me as she skinned the jeans the rest of the way off.
"Go into my bedroom, take off your clothes, lay on the bed and masturbate."
She frowned.
"What -- "
"I'll come in and watch you. If you're ready for this, then you sure as
hell won't mind me seeing you rub yourself."
She stood slowly, knees quivering. "Promise?"
I nodded. She nodded back, then stepped around me, shapely young legs
flashing inches from my eyes, and headed for my bedroom.
I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating what I was
getting into. Something too young, yet obviously mature enough to know
what she wanted. My cock, however, was contemplating only one thing and
it won the debate.
Slowly, I stood and went into the bedroom. She lay atop the covers,
naked, eyes closed, one hand moving be-tween her rounded thighs, the
other toying with the small mounds of her breasts and the stiff little
spikes of her nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of
her juices was rich in the room.
She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You promised..."
I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I stretched out next
to her on the bed. "Have you done this before?"
"With a boy? No."
"It'll hurt, the first time."
"No it won't. I had an accident on a bike a long time ago." Her eyes
unfocused and she moaned. Her hand was moving faster between her legs.
"Pleease, don't make me wait..."
I leaned down and kissed her soft, sweet lips. She may not have fucked
before, but she sure as hell had done some practicing kissing. Her lips
were demanding and her tongue was expert and she savored the kiss as
much as I did. When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the line
of her jaw, then her ears and finally started working down her soft
throat and chest.
Her hand went to the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her little
tits. They were unbelievably sweet and vulnerable, so small and fresh.
Her skin was smooth and very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when
she felt me take one into her mouth, gently sucking and then tonguing
it, she gasped and pulled my face down fiercely onto her young breast.
At the same time, I moved a hand down her belly, caressing her abdomen,
hips and thighs. She was short enough that I could easily reach all the
way down her constantly moving legs to her taut calves. When my
finger-tips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh, she gasped and
hunched down at my hand. I evaded.
"C'mon, c'mon, touch me..." she moaned. "Make me come!"
My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand. She had both
hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair as my lips descended first
one hip, then the other. I trailed my tongue down to the unlined crease
of her thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. The fragrance was
incredible -- clean, rich and sweet.
She opened her thighs wider and tried to trap my head between them. I
used both hands to hold them apart as I repositioned myself between her
legs, belly down and ready for lunch.
There wasn't a hair on her mound, and her tiny glistening slit was pink
and swollen. Her clitoris, fully engorged, protruded cleanly above the
petite labia.
I blew softly across the tightly pressed lips and she gasped loudly and
tried to drag my mouth onto her. I let her win that one --gradually. I
licked the tip of my tongue around and around the compressed lips of her
little pussy and only slowly drew the spirals in.
When I pressed my tongue flat against her crotch and licked slowly
upwards, she began to hump at me and grunt rhythmically. When the tip of
my tongue caught the underside of her swollen clit, she began to moan --
loudly. And when I finally flicked it across her tiny trigger, she
whined and came hard, grinding her pussy down against my mouth.
I worked my hands under butt and grabbed a perfect cheek with each
hand. I held her up to my mouth and let my tongue go nuts on her. She
came again and then again, her whines getting louder and more prolonged.
I ate her for as long as I could stand it.
There was one more step to get her completely caught up in her own
lusts, though. I withdrew my hands from under her clenching little ass
and placed one finger at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, carefully, I
pried open her inner lips and found her tiny opening inside. She was
unbelievably wet, but also unbelievably tight. And hot.
As I kept licking at her, I rotated my hand and eased my finger inside
her, palm up. Her pussy clenched on my finger and she emitted a soft
scream of pleasure as she rammed her hips down on the finger. She
immediately started a fucking motion, pausing every few seconds to come
again -- pushing herself all the way down and contract-ing her pussy
violently around my finger.
I moved the fingertip inside her and put my other hand on her abdomen,
just above her bare little pubis. I pushed down with the hand and felt
the swollen, pulsing bundle of nerves on the upper part of her vagina
with the inserted finger -- and began massaging.
"OH SHIT!" she screamed and then she really began coming.
Uncontrollable spasms of pleasure wracked her small body. Her scream was
suddenly muffled -- she had grabbed a pillow for the purpose -- but
intensified in strength and tone as I continued to massage her G-spot
and lick her swollen clitoris. Her belly muscles rippled and her pussy
spasmed wildly, milking the finger, as she came.
I kept it up for a few more minutes and she never so much as paused in
her orgasms. When I finally withdrew the finger and stopped the oral
ministrations, she lay tensed and still coming on the bed. After a few
seconds, she calmed to an occasional shudder of pleasure and limply
pushed the pillow off her face. Her eyes were wet and her cheeks were
damp. There was a small spot of blood on her lower lip where she had
bitten it.
She managed to focus her open, crazed eyes on me as I knelt between her
legs. Her lips moved, but no words came out at first. She swallowed
loudly and finally whispered, "I never imagined I could get over like
that! I feel like it's still happening!" She sounded amazed. "How did
you learn to do that?"
"Extensive research and all the practice I could get. Ready for part two?"
I shuffled forward on my knees between her shaking thighs, old Mr.
Pecker leading the way.
"I don't want to get pregnant..." she whispered.
"Vasectomy."
"And I don't want to, you know, catch anything."
"Tested and cleared for all diseases. Relax, Angie; do you really think
I'd take a chance with either?"
She shook her head slightly. "No, it's just last-minute jitters."
I reached down to slide one finger over her tiny pussy and she shook
again.
"Get it inside me, please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs opening
and raising toward me.
I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable little slit and
was suddenly beset with doubts. She looked very small! Even my average
sized cock looked too big for her labia, let alone the tinier opening
inside.
But as soon as the knob was against her, she began swivelling her
narrow hips, trying to screw her pussy onto my dick, and her legs went
around my waist as she started humping herself up at me.
I worked my glans into the grip of her tiny pussy lips, then put my
hand under her tautly upturned little ass, as I pressed into her gently,
rotating my hips a little to find the angle and the opening.
Suddenly, she groaned "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" and pulled at me fiercely. I
took this as a hint and pressed harder and felt constriction begin to
slide around the head of my cock. Bit by tortuous bit, I was sliding
into her, her tiny pussy hard and tight around me until the knob finally
was all the way inside her miniature opening and we both groaned.
She looked up at me and asked, "Is it all the way in?" Then she looked
down and saw there was plenty more. "Oh, damn..." she groaned and began
bucking her hips up at me while her hands came up around my neck, trying
to pull me into her while I did my best to help. And slowly, so very
damned slowly, I sank into her a little more, then pulled back and
pushed again. I saw her tiny, swollen pussy lips stretched thin around
my shaft. Her pussy lips seemed to implode each time I pressed into her.
She seemed to be loosening inside, but not a hell of a lot.
When three-quarters of my dick was buried in her, I pulled back almost
all the way -- and pushed into her as hard as I could. Once. It must
have taken fifteen seconds, but I finally got all the way into her. I
felt something inside her lurch against the end of my constricted cock
and she gasped as her pussy was pushed deep enough to take all of me. I
felt her petite pubis against the bony ring at the base of my cock and I
ground against her -- and then felt her pussy begin spasming.
It was like rings of muscle rippling the length of my dick. It felt
like her pussy was sucking at me. I knew I wasn't going to last long in
this little twat's grip. I began working my dick back and forth in her
taking it out half-way, then pressing back in and tightening my muscles
to make my dick twitch inside her at its deepest.
Slowly, she began rocking in motion with me and then she started
rocking and rolling, her hips pumping de-mandingly. The moans began
again and quickly became soft screams. I handed her the pillow and she
clutched it to her face and started wailing again.
"I want to get really deep in you, Angie," I said as I pumped her.
"Really deep."
She howled into the pillow.
I paused and untangled her legs. With my dick still locked only halfway
inside her, I shifted her legs and reposi-tioned her on her side, with
me straddling one small thigh. I pulled her other, upper knee up till
her thighs was against her abdomen. I could feel her tighten and shorten
on my cock. I reached between her legs with one hand and put my palm
over that magic spot just above her pubis. With the other hand, I
pressed her cheeks, right over her tiny anus. Then I picked her up in my
hands and began ramming.
Her screams this time were purely animal as I was holding her off the
bed, jack-hammering my hips at her, fucking her up and down on my cock.
Her legs and arms were completely limp and when-ever she paused for
breath in her screaming, I could hear her tiny pussy sucking at my
pistoning cock. When I slipped the tip of my index finger into her
little asshole, she began coming non-stop. Her limp arms and legs
quivered uncontrollably and her pussy seemed to be in one, long spasm. I
could feel the contractions through her belly, as well as on my cock and
my finger buried inside her butt.
My balls tightened and the buzz spread through my crotch. My dick
swelled in her and I jammed it to the limits and held it there. Her
tightness squeezed me so much that I came in one prolonged, almost
agonizingly restricted stream. She screamed all the louder and tried to
hunch herself harder against me, as if to seal me inside her slick
little pussy. It felt like she was siphoning the come out of me, and the
admixture of her juices and my hot semen was bathing my cock in
sensations I'd never known before.
When the last of it was out of my cock, she was still grinding against
me, getting the last pleasures as my dick very, very slowly receded
inside her. I lowered her hips gently to the now-rumpled bedcovers and
slowly withdrew my finger from her newly violated back door. I removed
the pillow and carefully shifted us until she was stretched out on her
side, in the cradle of my arms. We nestled like spoons, my cock still
trapped in her twitching little pussy. I leaned over and kissed her ear
and the side of her face. Her cheeks were wet and she was sobbing. With
each sob, her pussy contracted on me and her belly rippled under the
hand cradling it; and I could tell they were sobs of pleasure.
"You are so beautiful and sexy," I murmured. "And you made me feel
fantastic. That was so beautiful, seeing and feeling you coming like
that. I loved it."
"I never knew..." she began. "I feel totally wasted, yet, still like,
buzzed, you know? Is it -- do you always make it feel so good all those
ways?"
"I try, baby, I try. And there are a lot more ways."
"Well, I want to try them all. I want to learn how to make you feel
that good with my mouth."
"Sounds good to me. And there are other openings, too."
"Yeah, I never knew it could feel so good to have something in my ass!
But wouldn't it hurt to get a dick up there?"
"It shouldn't, if we do it slowly, and carefully, and gently -- would
you like that?"
"I don't know. Would you like it?"
My cock lurched inside her at the thought. She looked down at where we
were joined and giggled softly. "Yeah, I guess you would..."
"But right now, we cuddle. And then we finish your paper."
"Oh, I finished it Tuesday -- when I knew my folks would be away this
weekend and your girlfriend would still be out of town."
"You planned this? Like that?"
She turned her bright, lovely 12-year-old face to me and smiled hazily.
"What do you think?"
I kissed her and we softly dozed off together, wrapped up in each
other's arms and closeness.
When I woke, the light was already softening; evening was hurrying. I
knew exactly where I was and who I was holding and I was starting to
have second thoughts about this whole situation. I was, after all,
laying in my bed with my (re-stiffening) cock buried in the pussy of a
12-year-old Puerto Rican girl. She was still nestled, spoon-style in my
arms and one horny hand was cupping her small, left tit. The other arm
held her from beneath.
I looked at her face in profile and realized just how beautiful she
really was -- and how young. Yet I couldn't really feel guilty. She'd
enjoyed -- no, she'd demanded and enjoyed -- what she'd done with me,
and she slept the sleep of satia-tion.
Something in the way her long, thick lashes slumbered against the
lingering baby-fat of her cheek made her seem more vulnerable than any
human could possibly be. Twelve. I tried to remember what my mindset had
been in my twelfth year. JFK's assassination was a year in the future.
The Mets still played in the Polo Grounds, while Mantle and Maris were
cranking out homers with awesome regularity the year after Roger took
the Babe's record. Only a fortunate few had ever heard of Dr. King.
Stephen King had not yet dreamed of word pro-cessors. Subway tokens cost
fifteen cents. Cars had anal and dorsal fins. Porterhouse steak was 89
cents a pound. There was no crack, no AIDS, no Uzi's being toted by
myopic 14-year-old kids in Bushwick. No Saddam, no Ayatollah and the
Beatles hadn't hit, yet. No Viet Nam. I hadn't taken a life, yet.
Twelve. Innocent. Whacking off in the bathroom to Miss November.
Drooling over Carol's knobs. (That's what we called them.) Copping a
feel on the back of the arm by brushing against a girl's boob -- that
was our idea of sexuality at twelve.
I looked at that vulnerable, sleeping, trusting and lusting young
woman-child-girl making a sound that might have qualified as a snore if
"snore" weren't such a loud, harsh word compared with her soft, sweet
sound, and I suddenly understood what had provided the mysterious super
vitamins or hormones that had enabled our -- hers, mine, your
--ancestors to render extinct the aurochs -- the 14-foot-tall
saber-toothed cave bear -- 50,000 years before the invention of the
Winchester: I would never let anyone, anything, anywhere harm her. In
any way. Even if the offender killed me, I would come back from the pit
of Hell to go after the mofo again. And again. As neces-sary. The
aurochs had threatened such as her; the aurochs is no more.
Now I understood.
As I stared at her, she stirred, lusciously, in my arms.
"Hi," she whispered.
"How do you feel?"
The eyelashes brushed the cheeks again, then fluttered butterfly-lovely
up. "Exhausted, wonderful, happy... loved?"
I kissed the nearest eyelid. "In a very real way."
She laughed lightly. "It feels good having you still inside me. I used
to.. rub myself.. imagining what it would be like. You know what my
favourite part of the fantasy was?"
"Waking up, cuddled."
"Cuddled," she confirmed, snuggling herself deeper into the cradle of
my arms. "Is it always like this?"
"It should be."
She hugged me inside her. "I want to do it again -- lots of times!"
"But it will never be the same as the first time."
She pondered that, "After waiting and dreaming and thinking about it
for so long... No. Never the same. Wanna hear something funny?"
"You're hungry?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Well.. I am, too?" I nibbled lightly on her shoulder. Her nipple,
already hardening, was suddenly rigid in my palm and her pussy squeezed me.
"You feel so big and hard inside me...and getting bigger and harder."
Her breathing was becoming very shallow and her eyes half-closed.
I moved my hips a little, pushing my dick deeper into her tight little
pussy. She sighed deeply and shivered slightly in my arms. When I slowly
pulled back, the tight fit created a suction. I slid my hand down lower
and lightly rubbed her clit and she began grunting and shaking and
rolling her narrow, young hips around.
I rolled her onto her stomach. She arched her taut, round young ass up
at me, maintaining her pussy-lock on me. I was on all four's above her,
my thighs outside hers, my elbows outside her shoulders -- keeping my
weight completely off her. I began pumping slowly in and out of her --
and then suddenly drove into her as deeply as I could. With her legs
together as they were, her narrow pussy was even tighter. When she came,
it tightened still more and seemed bent on milking my cock. She was
tossing her head from side to side on her neck, her hair flying as she
sobbed into the pillow and pushed her little ass up all the more
urgently around my cock.
Suddenly, I pulled out of her. She was still coming as I rolled her
onto her back. I took her ankles in my hands and raised and parted her
legs. Her lovely face, half-covered by her totally dishevelled long
black hair, was contorted with pleasure. Her dark olive nipples looked
ready to burst, so swollen were they. I shifted my grip lower and
dropped flat on the bed with my face between her upturned legs and
fastened my mouth on her still-quivering pussy.
The effect was cataclysmic. As soon as my tongue hit her hugely
engorged clitoris, she let loose a shrill whine so high-pitched I feared
for the glassware in the house. Her juicy pussy clenched so tightly that
she began to expel the brew of our mutual sauces right into my mouth --
not exactly spurts, but a steady oozing. I didn't mind the taste of
semen since her pussy wine was so delicious that I just wanted to drink
her dry. If she could ever run dry.
Her climax was so strong that I didn't even mind the lack of her
velvet-vice little pussy around my achingly hard dick. This was just too
tasty to pass up -- not to mention that she was coming so hard, it was
very possible I was going to shoot off out of sympathy.
After a few minutes of this, I could tell from her movements that it
was becoming a bit uncomfortable to be rolled into a 12-year-old ball of
orgasm. I lowered her tiny ass to the bed and crawled up to hold her
again. She shivered as if she were cold and kept jerking against me,
abrupt half-doubling-up movements. One of these brought her thighs
against my cock and her eyes widened slightly.
"You didn't come," she breathed. Her voice was raspy.
"Not yet. There's time for that. I just wanted to enjoy making you come
like that -- "
"I want to make you come, too, with my mouth," she clutched me and
began kissing my chest and shoulders.
"You might not like the taste of your juices mixed with mine."
"You didn't mind -- "
I was about to tell her how much I enjoyed it but she was too quick for
me. She reached down, sank a finger into her pussy -- hissing softly at
the penetration -- and then put the sticky, slippery finger into her
mouth. I almost came at the sight of this lovely ninth-grader sucking a
finger covered with my come and her pussy sauce into those soft, full lips.
"Tastes...kind of sharp and sweet." She smiled at me seductively and
did a decent job of it, too. "I could get to like it."
She pushed at my shoulder till I got the message and rolled onto my
back. The dick stuck almost straight up, throbbing in time with my
pulse. And anticipation, no doubt.
She slithered down over me. We were both pretty well coated with
perspiration and other slippery excretions. The sensation of her tautly
curved young body sliding over me was exquisite. So were the little
kisses and the way she swiped with her tongue.
She positioned herself straddling my right leg with her face at dick
level. I suggested she turn around so we could do each other.
"Another time." She kissed my thigh, right near the crease. "I want to
concentrate on my first time doing this. What should I do?" She gripped
the base of my dick with her small hand and squeezed. I groaned. She
smiled and tossed her long hair back with a quick move of her head.
"Kiss and lick it," I managed to breathe. "And whenever you're ready,
just kind of slip it into you mouth -- suck it in the way you would suck
in a piece of spaghetti."
She tinkled at that. "Some piece of spaghetti!"
Then she turned her head at an angle, leaned forward and kissed the
side of my cock. She did it again and then again, moving up and down the
length. She tried variations, letting the tip of her tongue part her
lips and twirl lightly against my dick, and or doing little lip-nibbles
along the underside.
"I like how hard and hot it feels and I really like the way it kind of
jumps and jerks when I make it feel good."
Then she raised her head and kissed my glans. Her lips opened slightly
and her tongue began moving slowly on the sensitive flesh. Her eyelids
were slowly closing and her little ass moved as she shifted her hips,
restless. She very, very slowly pushed more of it into her mouth,
sucking very hard all the way. I felt like my balls were going to melt
or explode or shatter. She took about three inches before she reached
her limit, then slowly sucked her way back off. She let the knob come
out of her mouth with an audible pop before looking up at me.
Her face was a study in lust.
"Am I doing good?"
I reached down and caressed her face. She turned her mouth to kiss my
palm, then looked back into my eyes.
"Angie," I said, with a rusty voice. "Angie, you may be the best,
sweetest, natural-born cocksucker in history. Are you sure you never did
this before?"
She smiled. "I'd probably have noticed."
"Enjoying it?"
Her eyes slowly closed and then reopened, halfway. "I love it. I wish I
could swallow it all."
My dick throbbed at that.
"Don't even try it yet. You'll gag."
"I know." She seemed to resent it. She leaned forward and I watched her
lick the tip of my dick. I almost screamed at the sensation.
She said, "When you come, what should I do? I mean, I hear it's better
if I keep it in my mouth, but should I just suck, or suck up and down or
jerk on you or what?"
"Anything, everything. Whatever you like. It'll feel great to me." She
smiled again, a cat-ate-the-canary smile. "I wanna suck you dry," she
murmured and returned her mouth to my cock. She did what she'd done
before, but this time she didn't release my dick on the upstroke.
Instead, she suddenly began bobbing her head, sucking furiously and
noisily. Then she slowed the movements. Then she lip-nibbled my glans
and all around the little ridge before she returned to the rapid
bobbing-suck, this time moving her head around into different angles.
When she reached up with one hand to lightly cup my balls, it was Game
Time.
"Oh, geez, yeah, I'm --- AAAAAhhhhhh!"
As soon as she heard me and felt my cock swelling, Angie swallowed me
to her limit again. Her lips tightened and I could see her cheeks
concave as she sucked, literally sucked, the come out of my cock.
I thought my entire genital area had melted. I felt an incredibly
wonderful numbness spreading in my balls as the first long spurt surged
into her mouth. I was totally limp otherwise, incapable of movement.
Then she swallowed noisily and sucked for more. She got it. The second
shot was even stronger than the first and the pleasure was more intense.
I swear, my balls were jerking so tightly I thought they were going to
burrow back into my abdomen. Then she swallowed again and sucked for
still more.
There was more. I fired again and thought I could hear her making an
"Mmmmm" noise as I flooded her little mouth. With the hand on my dick
she jerked down toward my abdomen, hard and demanding. She swallowed and
kept sucking and jerking. I must have shot off four or five more times,
with diminishing quantity, before she finally got the last of it. My
cock was softening in her mouth and she used it as an opportunity to get
more cock in her mouth. She used her tongue to dandle it, flipping my
dick back and around -- and still sucking.
I felt as if I had never come before in my life. It was like that first
great orgasm, totally overwhelming. I was still buzzing from the
pleasure when I managed to mumble, "C'mere."
She slithered quickly back up to me. She looked a little unsure at
first, but then pressed her spermy lips to mine. I pulled her tighter to
me and we kissed wetly and passionately. I could feel her torso
undulating against me and ran my hand down her slim back, over the
precious narrowness of her hips, across the impossibly hard, tiny mounds
of her ass and let Badfinger rest on her pussy. I reached a little
farther and found her clit and Bang! -- just like that, she came,
writhing as she kissed me.
When she finally relented and nuzzled into my neck, she whispered, "I
did pretty good, huh?"
"Honey, I don't think I've ever been sucked better. That was one of the
best orgasms of my life."
She snuggled down against me again, then suddenly bobbed up. "And it
made me so hot! I almost wish we could do it again right away, you know,
you inside me."
"I need a little recovery time."
"Me, too." She snuggled down again, then the head came right back up.
"You know Leslie, my friend, the really pretty blonde?"
"Just to say hello; I know who she is." And who she was. Leslie was
this cute, slender 13-year-old who, in the last six months, had either
been taking Huge Tit pills or who had divided a melon and had the halves
grafted to her chest.
"Well, Leslie, you know, does it with her boyfriend and the way she
talks, it's like this chore you have to do to get a boyfriend who has a
car. Hell, this is fun!"
"I like to think so."
"I should tell her what it's like to make it with a man, not some kid
and she'd -- "
"Cripes, Angie, don't even think about it. Do you have any idea what
would happen to me?"
"You'd get in trouble, right?"
"I'd be killed."
She frowned.
"You are twelve years old. I would go to jail for statutory rape, at
best. I'd be known as a baby-raper -- inside, they call it 'short eyes.'
I would be killed by the other convicts. Killed ugly. Very ugly. Angie,
you can kill me -- if you tell anyone."
She looked truly concerned. "You mean it, don't you? It really scares you?"
I nodded.
"Even though I wanted you to do it? You'd still -- "
I nodded again.
"That's nuts."
I kissed her forehead. "You are a very rare young woman, and I know
you're trustworthy. If you were Leslie -- "
"With her big tits."
"Yours are perfect. If you were Leslie with her big tits, I wouldn't
have let her in the door. I might have loaned her the books, but I
wouldn't so much as shaken her hand. You're very different and very
special."
She made a face. "Yeah, like if Leslie came up here and said she wanted
you to fuck her brains out, you'd turn her down."
"I'd slam the door in her face."
She stared at me. Then: "You really mean it."
"I'm trusting you, which I don't do much, and I'm trusting you with my
life, which I pretty much never do. Yes, I damn well mean it."
She kissed my face, all over, dozens of times, and whispered, "I would
never, ever, do anything that would even take the littlest chance of
hurting you in the smallest way. Never."
I hugged her to me, because she'd just said what I already knew. We
cuddled like that, all entangled, for a long time. After a little of it,
I felt her breath slow and her little body relax and fit itself to mine.
I was lightly caressing her and marvelling at her loveliness and tiny
perfection, when I dozed off, too.
But not for long.
She shifted carefully but it was enough to wake me from my light doze.
"I'm kind of hungry...still."
"Oh...sure." I took a deep breath and disentangled myself from her. I
sat up and she climbed to her knees and hugged me from behind. I could
feel her small, hard breasts against my back. When she released me, I
turned and gave her little kiss and slipped my arm around her for a
light hug. "I've got to get you something to wear," I told her. I opened
a dresser drawer and handed her a long, tank-top tee-shirt. It was a bit
large on me; I figured it would be adequate for her.
"I'm all gooey and sticky," she said. "Can I take a shower?"
"Sure."
She scampered off the bed, gave me a peck on the lips and half-skipped
out of the bedroom, leaving me with just an impression of hard, dimpled
little butt-cheeks and bounceless young breasts. Seconds later, I heard
the shower running.
I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and padded into the kitchen. While
she showered, I took out the salad-keeper and some cold cuts and bread,
then took down a couple of plates and bowls. I set everything out,
buffet style, then added some flatware, a jar of pickles and set out the
mus-tard.
The shower stopped and I heard a toothbrush in use, followed by
gargling. She appeared just as I laid out the paper napkins.
I'd been right about the tank-top. The tee-shirt fell below her knees
and the neckline was so low on her that I could almost see her nipples.
The rest of her torso was completely hidden in the voluminous folds.
With her freshly scrubbed face glowing and her hair pulled back into a
cascading semi-ponytail, she managed to look about nine years old.
Had I really just fucked, licked and been sucked by this kid? I began
to doubt my own sanity.
Then she came over, wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed
herself against me. All those tight little curves moved against me and I
felt my cock hardening. So did she. She tilted her head back and I
looked down into her lovely young face and saw an ad for Lust, Inc.
"Still hungry?" I asked.
The eyes opened. The smile came on. "Yeah!"
I turned her away from my, to face the buffet. "Help yourself." She
surprised me with her efficiency. She managed to assemble a
ham-and-swiss-and-salami on rye with lots of mustard in a little less
than a minute. She took a bite and scooped out some salad. She took
another bite and a pair of pickles appeared on the sandwich plate. "Soda
and milk and juice in the refrigerator."
"Um-hm." Another bite; the sandwich was half-gone. While she brought
out the ginger ale, I quickly made a ham-and-swiss for myself and took
some salad. By the time she'd poured the ginger ale into a glass, her
sandwich was history. I scooted out of the way while she assembled a
second one. We loaded up a serving tray and I was surprised that her
sandwich survived the trip to the book-strewn living room. I was also
surprised that my self-control survived the trip. She was still damp
from the shower and the tee-shirt was clinging to her ripe little peach
of an ass as she preceded me through the apartment.
She chattered as she devoured the rest of her sandwich. About school,
her friends, a Menudo tour. About the two dance classes she was taking
-- three times a week at an aerobic dance studio and once a week at a
ballet school. She was on her school's gymnastics team. She wanted to
try out for cheerleading. And during all this, she was wiping out her
salad and pickles.
She shifted on the couch so her legs were curled and hidden inside the
tank-top. Then she shifted and sat side-ways, legs stretched out on the
cushions. Two minutes later, she was sitting forward on the edge of the
couch. I'd almost forgotten how much energy a healthy twelve-year-old
can have. Frightening.
Another two minutes and she was sprawled face-down on the couch.
Which again revealed the now-damp tee-shirt clinging to her upthrust
little buns. I had just finished my salad and was leaning forward from
my reading chair, which is at a right angle to the couch, to put the
plate on the cocktail table.
"Wanna go back in the bedroom?"
"Angie..."
"C'mon." She started to get up off the couch. The neck of the tank-top
dipped and her nipples, hard and inviting, came into view. "C'mon, I'm
already getting wet again."
"I want to rinse off in the shower, first."
She was pulling the tee-shirt over her head while she still sat on the
couch. Of course, the shutters were wide open.
"Angie! People will see you from across the street."
"Guess you better hurry with that shower, then" she said, caressing one
nipple and rubbing her thighs to-gether.
"Angie!"
"Watch this." She rolled sideways, lay back full-length on the couch
and then did a slow-motion sit-up. When she stopped, her forehead was on
her knees. Then she parted her legs, reached between with both arms and
grabbed her calves and rolled onto her back, hooked her elbows behind
her knees and balanced on her butt, rock-ing. Right below her pretty
face was her lovely, hairless pussy, all glistening and pink. And below
that was her tightly stretched ass cheeks and between them, the tiny
pink pin-hole of her anus clearly visible.
"Give you any ideas?" Then she giggled.
I was across the three feet to the couch in about three-fifths of a
second. I bent and planted a kiss on her mouth, then a long slow lick on
her nearby lower lips and then lightly tongued her asshole.
"Oh, yeahhhhh...."
"Shower." I hurried out of the room as I heard her groan. I was in and
out of that shower in less than five minutes. I ran to the bedroom. Empty.
"Oh, shit," I said to my own clever self. I grabbed my bathrobe and
pulled it on as I hurried to the living room.
Sure enough -- Angie was still in her contortionist's position, and her
fingers were dancing all over her pussy and clit. Her eyes were closed
and her mouth was open as she worked at her slick, shiny little pussy.
I stepped to the windows and closed the shutters as fast as I could
manage.
"C'mon, c'mon, do me," she was breathing, softly panting the words, as
she fingered herself. I worked my hands underneath her, grabbed her
little ass and lifted her into my arms, with her head against my
shoulder. Cradling her against me that way, I carried her lusty,
curled-up, 30-kilo frame to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. Then
I lowered my lips to her pussy.
"Yes! YES!" she yelped as my tongue hit her clit. She unfolded and
shook as she came. I was still standing at the foot of the bed, bent
over her with my cock waving above her face, bent over her savoury
pussy. The backs of her thighs were resting against the backs of my
arms. I shifted to let her flop her lovely legs on the bed. With one
hand under her and bracing myself on the other, I pulled her ass up off
the bed, keeping my mouth on her deli-cious little quim. She reached up
to grab my dick and squeeze it, then arched her head back. She couldn't
quite reach it.
Shrugging off the robe, I crawled up on the bed. I took her narrow hips
in my hands and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. The
scream-muffling pillow from our earlier sport was against my shoulder. I
wedged it beneath my shoulders so I could rest comfortably, my head
partially raised. I pulled her pussy back down onto my mouth and resumed
my dessert. I slid my hands up to her waist -- which I could very nearly
encircle -- and then to her breasts. Firm and smooth, just filling my
palms. I caught her nipples lightly in my fingers as I continued licking
her pussy and clit and she groaned like she was possessed and mashed her
pussy down on me. Her juices were flowing abundantly, again.
I let her lower her upper body on trembling arms and felt her hair
touch my thigh. Then I felt her gobble my cock. She had her head turned
to one side, laying on my abdomen, and she was just sucking away like a
nursing baby.
I did the same to her little clit, occasionally pausing to push my
tongue as far as I could into the tiny opening of her pussy. She was so
hot by this point that she just lay there, sucking me at one end, and
pulsing into an orgasm every half-minute or so at the other end.
The flow of her juices never slowed and it gave me an idea. Reaching
around the outsides of her thighs with both hands, I let my fingers do
the walking over her taut, tiny ass. My fingertips lightly grazed in the
crevice of those hard little cheeks, then continued farther, between her
thighs. I slowly sank my right index finger into her pussy. She gripped
it inside fiercely, then stiffened and shook through another orgasm,
pausing in her sucking only long enough to try to scream around my cock.
I withdrew the invader and then sent the index finger of my left hand
inside her -- with the same reaction. But I kept it there, moving it in
and out in time to my licking and lip-nibbling on her pussy and her
prodigiously swollen clitoris. Then I moved my well-slicked right index
finger back up to her asshole.
She tensed slightly when she felt it pressing there, but when her next
orgasm struck and then passed, I pushed it slowly inside, to the first
knuckle. I could feel my other finger working in her tight pussy -- barely.
I pushed it in a little more and she seemed to loosen up a bit -- and
then she was rotating her hips. I began working both fingers in and out
of her twin openings, syncopated so that as one went in, the other came
out. Each time, she took more and more of my finger into her small asshole.
When it was in all the way to the palm, she suddenly tensed all over. I
could feel her yowling on my cock as she came. Her asshole clenched
spastically, in time with her pussy. I pushed the pussy reaming finger
in all the way, too -- but without withdrawing my other finger from her ass.
She came like a woman having a fit, writhing and humping and bucking
and growling. She abruptly redoubled her sucking on my cock, vacuuming
it as if to vent all the sensations she was feeling. Despite my two
earlier cli-maxes, the combination of her flavours, the feeling of her
now nearly constant orgasms on my finger and the feel of her mouth
around my dick were threatening to set me off again.
I pulled both my fingers slowly out of her holes and leaned up to lick
first her pussy, then her asshole. She shook all over. I pulled her off
me and quickly lifted her across my waist to straddle me. Her expression
was crazed as I lowered her trembling hips over my cock. She could
barely hold herself upright. For what I had in mind, that was okay.
She managed to wedge her tiny, flowing pussy open against the tip of my
cock and held my dick in place until it was lodged there. Then her arms
hung limp as I lowered her onto my dick.
At first I didn't think it was going to fit. She was still spasming and
the fearsome constrictions seemed incessant. Finally I pulled her hips
down a little and felt my cockhead sliding back into her velvet vise.
She groaned, a low sound from deep in her throat, and sank slowly onto
my prick, falling forward onto me.
She seemed to have no strength anywhere but inside. Her hips barely
moved, but her pussy muscles kept flutter-ing on me as her head came to
rest on my shoulder. I manipulated her legs till she was crouched on her
knees on top of me. Then I grabbed her narrow hips and began pumping her
up and down on my cock, using just the strength of my arms.
She made hardly any sound at all now -- if you didn't count the rasp of
her breath through her nose and the little grunts of pleasure each time
she did a round-trip on my dick. But I knew she was coming all the time
be-cause of the way her pussy was clenching on me.
My arms gave out pretty quickly, but the effort had brought me back
from the brink of ejaculation, as I'd hoped, despite the sensation of
her pre-teen quim sucking hotly on my cock. I rolled her onto her back,
turning with her to keep my rigid prick inside her. Her arms, limp, fell
wide apart to either side of her.
I looked down as I began slowly pumping her again. Her face was slack,
except for occasional tightenings that matched the movements of her
pussy on me. Her nipples were swollen like the tips of Hershey's
Chocolate Kisses -- dark and perfectly defined. I looked lower, to where
her up-tilted hips were caught in my grip. When I pressed into her, I
could see her abdomen bulge, and watched the rippling of her firm
muscles as she clenched down on me and came.
My dick was soaking wet and looked monstrous sliding in and out of
those hairless, pudgy pussy lips stretched around my shaft, seemingly
coating my cock. Her clit was clearly visible, protruding above her
stretched-thin pussy lips like a little beacon.
I lifted her right leg high and turned her over as if she were spitted
on my cock. She followed limply, hips rolling gracefully, as I turned
her over on her belly. Lifting her hips with one hand, I stuffed the
pillow under her before lowering myself slowly, nearly covering her,
letting my weight drive my cock into her upturned pussy until I felt her
hard little ass against my abdomen and my knees outside of hers.
Moving only my hips, I began thrusting in and out of her, long, slow,
strokes that changed in angle and speed just enough to keep hitting her
from new directions. She began to moan again, loudly, with each push,
but she seemed only to have enough strength to press her hips up at me
to meet me. I bent as much as I could to kiss her under her right ear.
"Feel good, baby?"
Her eyes opened just a slit. "I just can't stop coming," she whispered,
barely audible. "It just doesn't stop..." She sounded as if she were a
long way off.
"I want to try your ass now, okay?"
"Anything, anything, just keep fucking me..."
Without interrupting my rhythm, I reached to the dresser and found the
tube of lubricant. I levered my upper body upright, pulling my knees up
alongside and outside of her hips. I kept pumping her, slowly, as I
broke the seal on the tube and squirted some of the gel onto my fingers.
I reached down and pushed the tip of one finger into her ass, working
the finger farther into her.
"It's cold," she mumbled, but pushed her ass up, taking it slowly and
without pause. The pressure on my cock was becoming unbearable. I began
moving the finger in and out of her ass as I slowly withdrew my prick
from her pussy. It came out with a loud smacking sound and bobbed
angrily above her butt. She was still rolling her ass up and around on
the invading finger while I squirted a big doze of the lubricant all
over my dick. Even the coolness of the gel couldn't chill my lust as I
took my finger from her butt.
I looked down at her ass. It could have been an apple with a narrow
cleft, it was so small and round and hard. I put the head of my cock
against her tiny asshole and began pushing. Angie moaned loudly and
pulled her arms in under her chest, her hands on her shoulders. She
waggled her little ass slowly from side to side, pushing up at me.
I watched her asshole give grudging way, expanding little by little as
my fat cock pried at her little bud. The sensation was like nothing I'd
ever dealt with before. I could tell she was trying to relax her
sphincter, because it would seem to give way, stretching -- and then
suddenly it would flutter on my glans, which didn't seem to be more than
a third of the way in her.
I pushed harder. She moaned again but kept hunching her little ass up
at me and I felt the stricture moving back on my knob until, suddenly,
her ass just seemed to suck the glans into her.
"AAuuuuuuuugghhhh..." Her cry started out loud and high and trailed
down soft and low, almost a continuous grunt. She lay there shivering
beneath me, ass taut with the strain of holding perfectly still. Big,
bright beads of sweat appeared all over her back and shoulders.
I pushed slowly down into her. Her rectum was gripping my cock like
some kind of very hot vise. Her sphincters continued fluttering, but
less frequently as she got the hang of relaxing. When I was about a
third of the way into her, she gave a little yelp and I froze.
"E-e-easy," she half-sobbed, and I paused a little before resuming the
pressure. When I had almost five inches of cock throbbing in her tight
anal grip, she began a low growling noise that rose in pitch and volume
as I sank the last inches into her against a strange, increasing
resistance that was like an elastic pressure. When my abdomen was
pressed tight against her hard little ass and my pubic hair was
flattened into the shallow crevice of her butt she started panting,
harder and louder -- and then tensed up and came! Her asshole closed
around the base of my cock so tightly that I thought she was going to
pinch it off right there. She shook beneath me.
"Ooooohhh fuuuuuu--ck!" she howled into the pillow, hips jerking.
I tried pulling back just a little and pressing into her again. Her ass
had loosened just enough for me to stroke -- with effort -- and that odd
last inch of resistance was still there against my knob. She grunted
when I twitched still deeper in her. I stroked again, a little longer
movement -- maybe two inches -- and she was pushing her baby butt up to
meet my plunge. I increased the length of the next stroke and slowed the
insertion and she jerked her ass up at me to take me in faster -- and
held her ass back against me, grinding for more.
"Put your hands on your little puss, baby. I want you to do yourself
while I take you!"
She worked her hands down between her pussy and the pillow under the
slender hips I was gripping and pul-ling a little higher. I looked down
at her tiny butt pressed against me. I could see where my thick, swollen
dick dis-appeared into her fearsomely stretched little asshole and
spread her cheeks for a better look. My hands almost covered her round
young ass. I squeezed the sweet flesh and pulled out till only my glans
was still trapped by her spasming sphincters, then slid slowly allllll
the way back into her steamy depths. I hit bottom just as her fingers
got working on her clit and she came.
She thrashed and groaned and bucked and moaned. I pulled all the way
back again and thrust down into her hard enough to trap her hands under
her, against the pillow.
"I -- I can't take much more!" she wailed. "I can't stop coming -- and
you're too thick like this! Please, come -- please!"
I held my hips down and flailed at her nymphet ass with short, quick
strokes. Her asshole was gripping the full length of my cock, spasms
running up and down over my dick and ripping away the last of my
self-control.
"Come -- in -- my -- ass -- now! Come -- in -- my -- ass! -- now" she
chant-grunted with each reaming, ass-boring thrust. "Now! NOW!" she
sobbed, as her orgasm became frightening in its totality. She contracted
on me, all of her, every muscle taut and every part of her shaking. She
was sucking in a long breath with a sound like heavy wool slowly tearing
while her little asshole spasmed and milked at my cock.
"Damn!" I breathed and began pouring my jism into her. Her asshole was
so tight about my cock that again, my spurts were restricted and turned
into one, long gusher of come that drained ever-so-slowly into her hot,
receptive little ass.
And she could feel it, too, because she shrieked: "It's so fucking hot!
More!"
It felt like I was coming in her for hours, and then it stopped -- and
my dick began a series of wrenching, stac-cato spurts into her rectum. I
pulled back and drove into her again, sliding in my own come, and she
screamed again, higher and softer into the pillow and turned all sinuous
and rippling beneath me. Huge, racking heaves of her small form, driving
her hips back and up at me so hard that she nearly threw me off her. Her
legs began to stiffen and then this little 30-kilo twelve-year-old girl
almost lifted me off the bed as she drove her ass up around my erupting
cock. I slammed into her as hard as I could, driving her back down on
the bed again -- and loosed the last semen into her. My nuts kept
jerking as if trying to force-produce more come for my still-jerking cock.
She suddenly went limp and I felt awareness drifting as my cock finally
stopped trying to do the impossible. I had enough presence of mind --
and barely enough strength -- to wrap an arm around her and roll her
onto her side with me, cradling her spoon-style against me.
My cock was still stuffed into her little ass and hadn't lost all its
stiffness, by a long shot; she was so tight that her asshole wasn't
letting the blood escape easily. And it was still clenching occasionally.
We lay like that for a long time. When my dick had finally shrivelled
enough, I began pulling it out of her. The movement reactivated
something her and she jerked within my arms, her sphincters squeezing
down on my limp prick. When the glans was almost out, she squeezed
again. My dick stretched out between us like we were having a
tug-of-war. I pushed back toward her a little. Her ass relaxed and I
pulled my cock completely out of her.
My prick was a mess, looking like you'd expect after just coming out of
a small, virgin asshole. I rolled carefully off the bed and staggered
softly into the shower to clean myself up. I came back with a warm
washcloth and a soft towel. She murmured wordlessly at my ministrations
and sighed with soft, sleepy pleasure, then rolled herself contentedly
into my arms, with her head on my shoulder, and promptly did a great
imitation of a wet washrag, draping herself limply over me.
I lay motionless for a long time, savouring the feel of her against me,
the wonderful warmth and closeness. My cock was a little sore, my balls
ached and I'd rediscovered muscles during our fucking that I'd long
since forgotten I'd had. There wee potential complications that
terrified me about this whole episode -- and I felt good about it. For
sheer, hedonistic pleasure, this was superb. For feeling close and warm
and loving, this was great. For taking responsibility...
Now, there was a question.
I ran my hands over her short length, from her tender shoulders to the
back of her knees, savouring every square inch in between. I let my
fingers linger, splayed, on her little ass, covering both cheeks. I let
my hands lightly gauge her waist, concentrating on the feel of her
quickening breasts pressed against me -- could they really be so small
and firm?
I wrapped my arms around my tiny lover, and held her close. She
murmured wordlessly against the side of my neck and shifted, legs
parting, to straddle my thigh. She sighed softly in her sleep,
contented. I had made love to her and she to me. Whatever might come of
it, we would deal with it honestly and -- I hoped -- with ma-turity.
I was worried more about my maturity than hers. I knew it was a
once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or should be no more than that. But I
wanted it to happen again. I wondered if she wanted it to happen again.
I wondered if it should happen again. Or if she thought it should ever
happen again. Or if anyone else thought it should happen again.