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Fucking Kelly Hard (M/f, cons)
By Anonymous
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This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
depictions of children, adolescents, and adults in extreme sexual
situations. If any of this subject matter offends you then don't read
it.
The things depicted herein are purely fiction.
If you've gotten past that, I'm going to assume that, like me, you are a
sick fuck who gets off on pre-teens. If not, what are you doing
reading this?
I was tired, very tired. Tired of working, tired of fighting, tired of
always feeling like I've fucked up somehow. I sat on the couch and
stared at the blank TV screen like it held a prophecy. It didn't, but I
stared at it anyway. Then I jumped about a foot in the air when she
walked into the room. I gaped at her, flipping through a mental file.
Somebody's kid. She was somebody's kid. She smiled at me politely.
"I apologize for startling you, Mr. Alexander," she said. "I'm usually
gone by the time you're home. You're early today."
I nodded and dropped back down to the couch. "I'm sorry, Kelly, I forgot
my wife hired you. I've been a little out of it lately." The girl nodded
sympathetically.
"Are you hungry? Coffee, maybe?" I felt a rumble that reminded me I'd
missed lunch. I looked at her. She seemed so sincere.
"Uh...yeah," I said. "If it's no trouble." She assured me it was no
trouble at all, and whisked back into the kitchen. I stared after her.
She must be about 15 now, and a far cry from the gawky kid with the
braces that rode her bike up and down the sidewalk years ago. I sat and
thought about time and its passing and how it sometimes corrodes the
very foundation of a life...and thankfully Kelly called me to the
kitchen.
I stood and stared at the table. Linen napkin, flatware, an artfully
arranged plate, glass of ice water, cup for coffee. It was beautiful,
and I almost cried. It had been a long time since anybody had given a
damn what I had to eat. Even me. I sat and let her wait on me hand and
foot and felt like a sultan. In fact, a little too much like a sultan.
I started out by noticing how neat the house looked, and how great the
meal was, and ended up by noticing how Kelly's round little ass looked
in her jeans, and how big her tits had become.
I wasn't surprised at all when my wife called to tell me she was taking
a late flight out of town, and might be back tomorrow. I was surprised
when Kelly calmly said her parents were out of town and she would stay
late and care for me. I looked at her sharply, then cursed myself for
having a dirty mind. She was simply being a nice girl. A very nice girl.
A very nice girl alone in a house with me while her parents were out of
town. I groaned inwardly as my cock got hard. I hadn't gotten laid in a
long time. I should really send her home. I really should.
"Is there any more coffee?" I said instead. She came and stood very
close to me, her tit almost brushing my arm as she poured me a fresh
cup. She dimpled at me prettily, and put the pot back. I sat and sipped
coffee and stared at her body as she cleaned up the kitchen. A very,
very fuckable young lady, she was. And my cock hurt like hell.
She came and sat down next to me, reached out and touched my hand.
"You're lonely, aren't you Mr. Alexander?" I stared at her.
"Uh...I'm fine," I said. She shook her head silently, got up and stood
next to me. She looked down into my lap, where my bulge was obvious.
"No," she said sadly. "You're not fine. A wonderful man like you."
She hooked a finger under my chin and lifted, then brought her mouth
down to mine. I sat there and let her kiss me, telling myself just one
kiss...one harmless kiss, wouldn't hurt. And it didn't. It was about the
sixth kiss, when she was in my lap and my hand was between her legs
rubbing her mound through her jeans that probably caused the problem. I
could feel her heat, and she, of course, was well aware of my hard cock.
She got up and led me by the hand to my bedroom, and very calmly started
to undress. I leaned against the wall and watched her.
"I'm old enough to be your father," I said.
She met my eyes. "But you aren't my father." I had nothing to say to the
logic of that, so I just stared until she stood before me naked.
Damn, she was luscious. Her tits were full and high, nipples erect; her
waist was small; her hips were round and full. Long, muscular legs. A
dark, curly bush, trimmed to a neat triangle. I seemed to float down to
my knees as she walked toward me and I buried my face in her sweetly
scented snatch. I rubbed my lips back and forth through the curly hair,
taking in her scent and letting myself drown in it. Even as I placed
kisses on her abdomen, I never really believed I'd fuck her.
I stood finally, and she undressed me. She was careful with my clothes,
folding them neatly over a chair. Once my cock was free, she looked down
at it, touching it gently. "Beautiful," she whispered. "So beautiful."
She led me by the hand to the bed, laid me down, then lowered her mouth
to me.
She sucked cock well. Very well. I tried to hold back, but it had been
so long. I shot in her mouth almost immediately. She swallowed my cum,
and gently licked me clean. I dragged her to me and kissed her mouth,
taking her tongue and sucking it. My hands moved over her smooth skin,
then my hands and my mouth. I sucked each nipple in turn, then ran my
tongue down her belly. Her legs were spread and ready when my mouth
arrived.
She had been so quiet I was surprised to see the wet, swollen lips of
her cunt waiting for me so eagerly. I licked up her slit, savoring the
taste, then finally I spread her open with my fingers and admired the
rock hard clit. I flicked it back and forth with my tongue, then
fastened my mouth on her and sucked. She grabbed her ankles and spread
her legs, giving me access to every part of her. I slid a finger deep
into her pussy and finger fucked her as I sucked her clit, then slid
another juicy finger up her ass. I replaced my mouth with a wet thumb
and kissed her thigh as my hand pumped her.
"When did you lose your cherry?" I asked. She gave a faint smile.
"When I was twelve. I had an affair with a friend of my father's. I like
older men. They know what to do in bed."
I kissed her thigh again. "You like sex a lot?" I asked. She looked at
me with a dreamy smile.
"I love to fuck. I love to suck and be sucked. I love it up my ass. I
love it all. And I've wanted to fuck you for so long. You've made me hot
since I was a kid." I fucked her pussy slowly with my hand. A 15 year
old nympho, who'd had the hots for me since she was a "kid." She raised
her head and regarded me. "What's your favorite?" she asked. "The thing
you most want to do, but don't get to?" Cum, I thought silently. In any
way shape or form.
"Doggie style," I said. "69. Ass fucking. Anything different."
She raised up on her elbows. "Well, what do you want to do first?" she
said. "Fuck my ass, make me your bitch or do the ol' suck/suck."
I blinked then rolled onto my back. "Sit on my face, baby girl, and suck
it for Daddy." She laughed and mounted me, grinding her slit down on my
mouth. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked hard, as she went
down on my cock, sucking me back my hard-on. She came in my mouth,
flooding me with her cum juice. I lapped it up greedily. She tasted so
good. She hopped off me, stayed on all fours and wiggled her ass.
"Does the great big dog wanna fuck the little puppy?" she said. "I'm in
heat, big dog. Do me good."
I knelt behind her and thrust my cock into her. I fucked her hard,
slapping the firm cheeks occasionally, and calling her my hot little
bitch. She slammed her ass back at me, taking me deep and begging for
more. "Rub that big hard clit, bitch," I gasped. "Make the puppy come
all over the big dog's cock."
I pounded her, her tight little twat gripping me. I slapped her ass and
she begged for more. Finally, she slammed back at me, gushing cum and
quivering, telling her big dog daddy how much she loved it when he
fucked her hard. She wanted to keep going, and I obliged her. I put her
on her back and tied her left wrist to her left ankle with my tie, and
her right wrist to her right ankle with the belt to my robe. She was
helpless...and completely in charge. It was my most often refused
fantasy, but now it was here, in my bed, waiting for my cock.
"I want something special," I said.
She shrugged. "Sure. What?"
I climbed over her on all fours and kissed her hard. "How old were you
when you first started to want me?" I whispered.
She thought for a second. "Probably about 11," she said. "I remember my
11th birthday barbecue, and staring at you. You had on shorts." I
grinned as my cock throbbed. Eleven. Shit.
"Pretend it's your 11th birthday again," I said. "I sneak into your
house and catch you alone."
She smiled demurely.. "If you shave off all my pubic hair it will make
it more real." I almost came all over her. Shit, this young bitch was
hot.
I got the razor and shaving cream and carefully stripped the little
pussy, and rinsed and wiped it clean. She lay there silently, tied up,
my complete and total sex slave. Between the raised legs was the tiny
hairless pussy. A 15 year old pussy turned into my fantasy. My fucking
cock was harder than it had ever been. I lowered my mouth to her and ate
her good, my eyes closed, feeling the hairless snatch twitch and beg for
more. She got into it, squealing for me to stop, it was naughty, I was
bad, and she was only 11. I sucked her off twice before I trusted
myself to mount her. Finally, I got on my tied up little toy, stabbed
her tiny cherry with my rod and screwed the living shit out of her.
"This is called rape, little girl," I gasped. "I'm raping your little
pussy, and there's not a fucking thing anybody can do about it." I
fucked her hard and she squealed and wiggled and gasped...and gushed hot
cum. I kept it up longer than I could believe, pounding deep into her
and finally exploded. I ground my hips against her and flooded her with
my cum. She was in ecstasy, and my starved cock stayed hard. I took out
my coated rod, and raped her ass. She loved it and begged for it deep in
her little girl voice, so I gave it to her harder and harder, slamming
deep into her sweet hungry ass.
Finally, when she couldn't take anymore and I kept fucking anyway, I had
the biggest fucking cum of my life, and shot deep. It should have
knocked me out, but it didn't. I leaped up, untied her, and carried her
in to put her in a hot bubble bath.
I wasn't going to go without anymore, and my sweet young nympho was
going to get all she wanted.