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Subject: A Date for Kayleigh (Mf, rom, ped, 1st)
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A Date for Kayleigh (Mf, rom, ped, 1st)
by: The White Rabbit
It all began when I stopped to look at a group of
little girls in the playground.
I've always enjoyed watching little girls. Don't
misunderstand me: I don't go out of my way to do it. I
don't lurk around playgrounds, one hand in my trousers. I
certainly don't molest children, or even let them see
anything unusual. I'm not naive enough to deny that my
attraction is a sexual one; but the attraction is to
children's beauty, innocence and natural grace. I'd sooner
die than to turn one of these lovely creatures into a
traumatized abuse victim. My sex life with children had
always been entirely in my fantasies.
Until that day.
I was on a day off (I work some weekends, and so get
days off in the week). It was the school holidays, too, and
a bunch of eleven or twelve-year-old girls were hanging
around in the playground. They ranged from vaguely
attractive to very attractive; but I was curious, too. They
were gathered in a huddle around something (or someone, I
thought) and their body language was taunting and menacing.
I was close enough to catch what they were saying, and
heard a singsong chant: "Kayleigh's got no boyfriend,
Kayleigh's got no boyfriend."
"Come on," said one girl, straightening up. My expertly
unobvious once-over told me that she was perhaps the least
attractive of the group. "Just leave the ugly bitch. I
haven't got time for babies that no boy will look at." She
was clearly the leader of the gang, and her followers
obediently walked off after her, noses in the air, to
gather at the opposite side of the playground.
The girl they'd been persecuting was sitting on a
swing, head bent into her hands, long black hair covering
her face. She was small and slender; but her baggy tee-
shirt and jeans didn't reveal whether any shape was growing
underneath. After a moment, she lifted her head up and
looked around desolately. My heart gave a lurch. Tear-
streaked and dirty as it was, she had the most perfect face
I'd ever seen: sweet, expressive lips, a cute little nose
and large grey eyes that would melt cast iron at a hundred
paces.
She lowered her head and started crying again. I looked
around. Her tormentors were looking over at her, laughing.
That helped to decide me, and I genuinely wanted to help a
child in distress, too; but would I have been so eager if
she'd been plain? Perhaps not.
I walked over and stood beside the girl, aware that the
other children were watching. "Are you all right?" I asked.
She looked up miserably. "Yes," she sniffed.
"You don't look it," I pointed out. She shrugged, and I
sat down on the next swing. "Why were they teasing you?"
"B...because I'm not pretty, and the boys don't want
me. Lots of the girls that are nine have got boyfriends,
and I'm eleven, and no-one wants me."
"I don't know why that is," I told her, "but it's
certainly not because you're not pretty. They were just
jealous, because you're more gorgeous than the rest of them
put together."
That got her attention, and she stared at me, those
heartbreaking eyes wide. "You're just saying that."
"Why? I don't know you: I didn't have to come up to you
and tell you you're beautiful. Did I?" She considered that
for a while, then shook her head. "My name's Terry," I
said. "What's yours?" I thought I'd got her name from the
chant, but I wasn't sure.
"Kayleigh," she said gravely, and held out her hand,
which I took.
"I don't know why the boys don't ask you. Boys are
sometimes scared off, when a girl's too beautiful. Maybe
that's it. Is there anyone you fancy?"
She screwed up her face. "Not really. Most of them are
just silly. It's just... I'd like to have a boyfriend, so
they won't laugh at me. But I'd rather have someone
who's... oh, nice and kind and handsome. Like you, Terry."
She looked up suddenly, a thought seeming to strike her.
"Would you be my boyfriend?"
For an instant, I thought my heart was going to burst
out of my body. "Kayleigh, that's a lovely thing to ask,
but..."
"Oh, I know you won't want to really. But just for
today. This afternoon. I'll be your girlfriend and you can
be my boyfriend, and we can have a date." Her face fell.
"If you want to, of course."
I looked at that pleading little face. Common sense
told me to say no; but those eyes were looking at me, and I
wasn't cast iron or a hundred paces off. What was the harm?
"I'd be delighted," I said.
Kayleigh's face lit up; and, if I'd thought her
beautiful before, I realized now I hadn't had a clue. She
jumped up, squealing with delight, flung her arms around me
and gave me a big, smacking kiss on the mouth. Then, just
as quickly, she pulled back, concern in her eyes, biting
her bottom lip. "Oh... Sorry," she muttered.
I smiled, trying to distract myself from the stirring
in my loins. "You don't have to be sorry, sweetheart. It
was lovely, and that's what girlfriends and boyfriends do.
Now, if we're having a date, what do you want to do?"
She squirmed, caught in a battle between good manners
and a child's natural instinct to go for what she wants.
The instinct won on points. "Well... We couldn't go to the
pictures, could we?" She named a film, the current
Hollywood must-see for kids. "Everyone's seen it. Can we?"
Good manners managed to slip in a final gesture. "If it's
not too much trouble."
"Of course it isn't," I reassured her. To tell the
truth, I was quite looking forward to it myself. "There's
just one thing."
"What?" Anxiety clouded her eyes.
I grinned. "Wash your face before we go. You're
supposed to be my girlfriend, and everyone will think I've
been mean to you, if you look like that."
She giggled, kissed me again delectably, and giggled
some more; then she slipped her hand in mine and we walked
out of the playground together. She stopped at the toilets
to wash; and, while I waited, I glanced over at her
tormentors. They were standing gazing over, silent, mouths
open. For a moment, I was worried, in case they reported
that Kayleigh had gone off with me. But there was nothing
to worry about, because nothing illegal had happened or
would happen. It wasn't against the law to take a child to
the pictures.
We walked to the cinema, hand in hand, and talked.
Kayleigh talked, that is, while I listened and put in
comments. I didn't object: I enjoy children's prattle,
anyway, and Kayleigh's was actually quite interesting. She
was obviously a highly intelligent, mature child; but I got
the impression that she wasn't used to having anyone who'd
listen to her, so I was getting all her thoughts, her
feelings, her insights into growing up, in one go.
I bought tickets for a show starting in half an hour,
then we sat outside in the sun, continuing our one- sided
conversation. When it was time to go in, I bought us both
coke and popcorn, and we went in. It was quite crowded, and
I was looking for good seats, but Kayleigh dragged me up
the stairs, to a more sparsely occupied section, with no-
one sitting very close. "You've got to sit at the back,
when you're on date," she explained patiently. "Everyone
knows that."
We ate and drank through the trailers and the beginning
of the film. Kayleigh finished her popcorn before I did,
and began to eat mine, pretending she was stealing it,
while I pretended not to notice. When it was all gone, she
gave a contented sigh and snuggled up to me, in such a way
that I had no choice but to put my arm around her. I
glanced around guiltily, wondering if anyone was looking,
before I realized that, even if anyone was close enough
(which was unlikely), they would probably assume that she
was my loving little daughter. I asked myself why, as it
was all innocent, I felt guilty.
We remained like that for some time, watching the film,
while I allowed my hand to idly caress Kayleigh's hair and
shoulder. Every now and then, she'd sigh and wriggle in a
go-on-don't-stop sort of way; and eventually, with a bigger
wriggle, she turned and put both arms around me. Resting
her head on my chest, she turned her attention back to the
film.
I've never known whether or not she intended it; but
one effect was that, with both her arms raised, mine
slipped underneath and I found my hand resting on her
chest. My first impulse was to pull it away, before she or
anyone else noticed. But I doubted anyone would make us out
in the dark; and Kayleigh, at that moment, gave a little
whimper of pleasure and moved her body to and fro a couple
of times against my open hand. Taking my cue from her, I
started stroking her chest lightly, slowly, circling my
touch closer and closer to where her breasts would be, if
she had any. I was ready to withdraw, at the slightest hint
of a protest, as though I hadn't really meant it; but, when
my fingertips finally made contact with a little nipple,
she raised her head a bit and whispered dreamily, "That's
nice." Then her head returned to its place.
Bolder now, I began to fondle both her breasts. She
wore no bra; and, as far as I could tell, through the tee-
shirt, Kayleigh had only those slight puffy swellings that
show a girl's approaching puberty, and give a hint of what
will be there in a year's time. Her nipples, on the other
hand, were bigger than I'd expected; and I realized, with a
strange feeling of unreality, that they were erect. My
little sweetheart was turned on by what I was doing.
I could just hear tiny moans coming from her, though I
was confident that no-one else could hear above the
soundtrack. After a while, I managed to bring my other arm
around. Still playing with Kayleigh's cute little tits, I
let this hand wander down over her belly and caress her
thighs. Again, I was ready to retreat at a moment's notice;
but her moans increased, and she thrust her pelvis forward
at my exploring fingers.
Taking the bull by the horns, I let my fingers tickle
up to her denim-covered crotch, to be rewarded by a whimper
of joy; so I began rubbing harder. She squirmed, pressing
herself closer to me, giving regular little moans. I
continued this for some time, feeling my cock stiffen; but
I resisted the temptation to try and delve inside her
jeans. Even in the dark, that would be taking too much of a
risk, in a crowded cinema.
Suddenly, without warning, Kayleigh reached up and
kissed my cheek; then, moving round to my ear, she said,
"Gotta have a wee." Sliding out from my embrace, she got up
and made her way along the row.
The few minutes until she came back from the toilet
were torture to me. Without her presence to reassure me, I
was wondering if I really should be doing this. Granted,
she seemed to be enjoying my attentions, and had even, to a
large extent, initiated what we were doing; but maybe she
was used to being groped. In which case, I was simply
carrying it on. I had to admit that nothing about Kayleigh
suggested an abused child; but I couldn't bear the thought
that I might be an abuser.
On the other hand, I was also going through agonies
about why she'd gone. There was no reason, of course, why
she shouldn't have genuinely needed the toilet; but suppose
she'd actually been terrified of me all this time, and was
looking for an excuse to get away.
I needn't have worried. When Kayleigh had skipped back
up the steps and along the row, she stood over me for an
instant, then bent down to give me a quick kiss on the
lips. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asked.
I tried to keep my voice steady, and possibly succeeded
as I replied, "Of course you can, sweetheart, if that's
what you want."
She plunked herself down, legs hanging on either side
of mine, back against my chest, her head lying against my
shoulder. She wriggled and fidgeted for a few moments, and
I wondered if she was simply unused to sitting on laps;
until I realized, with a lurch, that she was trying to get
her denim-clad crotch positioned on my cock. Finally
succeeding, she settled down, then giggled. "Your willy's
all hard," she whispered.
"Of course it is," I whispered back, trying to sound
matter-of-fact. "It's not every day it gets the most
beautiful little girl in the world sitting on it."
She giggled again; then started rocking gently back and
forth, grinding her pussy over my cock, which instantly
stiffened with aching desire for this little sex-pot.
Trying to suppress a groan, I put my arms tightly around
her body. I whispered in her ear, "You're incredible,
darling, you're so sexy," and heard her alternately moaning
and giggling.
Leaning back, she whispered, "Rub me down there, like
you were doing before. That felt so good."
I did as she asked, almost coming as I realized that
the crotch of her jeans was wet. I longed to strip both of
us right there and fuck on the spot. If she'd been wearing
a skirt, I might have used it as cover to get my trousers
open and her knickers down; but, even in the dark, ripping
her jeans off would have attracted attention.
We were still rubbing and stifling moans, when the end
titles of the film started. Clasping Kayleigh tightly to
me, I whispered, "Better get down, darling, the lights will
be coming on soon."
She went suddenly very still, and sighed deeply; but
then she nodded, and squirmed off my lap onto her own seat.
Turning, she pulled me to her and gave me a deep, wet kiss
on the mouth, very clumsy but incredibly sensual. I held
her, and we kissed for some time.
Then the lights were coming on, and the audience was
migrating towards the exits. We broke off our kiss and
stood up; and Kayleigh began to giggle again. Following her
gaze, I realized she was looking at the obvious bulge in my
trousers, which she seemed to find highly amusing.
It worried me, though. How was I to walk out with an
eleven-year-old and a very obvious hard-on? Eventually, I
managed to get my jacket done up to cover the evidence.
Kayleigh sighed, and murmured, "Bye bye."
Outside in the street, I turned to her. "So what now?"
I asked. I glanced at my watch. "It's just gone four. Do
you have to be home?"
She shrugged. "Mum doesn't get in till after eight,"
she said. I knew from what she'd told me earlier that she
lived alone with her mum. "I'm supposed to be in, and get
my tea; but..." She shrugged again. "She wouldn't know. I'd
like to be somewhere really private with you."
My first instinct was simply to go along with this; but
I couldn't get over the doubts I'd been feeling earlier.
"Sweetheart," I said uncertainly, "what I was doing, in
there: has anyone done it to you before?"
She lowered her head, blushing furiously, and shook it.
I thought for a moment that the question had upset her;
but, before I could say anything, she added in a voice
scarcely above a whisper, "'Cept when I do it myself, in
bed." Then she looked up, and I could see that she was on
the point of tears. "You don't think that's really gross,
do you?"
"Of course not." I felt horrified, and wanted to put
her straight at once. "It's the most natural thing in the
world. Everyone does it. I certainly do." She gazed at me
wide-eyed, as if trying to imagine what that would look
like. "Kayleigh, your body's your own, and you've go the
right to do whatever you like with it. As long as you're on
your own, or with someone you want to share it with."
She looked down at the ground again, her face still
red. "I want to share with you," she whispered. "You know:
everything. I love you, Terry."
I almost died on the spot. In the open street or not, I
couldn't help myself from taking her in my arms and kissing
her tenderly. When we broke off, she said, "Our flat's not
far away. Shall we go there?"
We actually stopped off at a burger-bar we passed on
the way ("Please, please, pretty-please, can we?" How could
I possibly refuse my darling anything?) and I bought us
each burger, chips and a coke. As with the popcorn,
Kayleigh finished hers in seemed like five seconds flat,
and then sat picking chips from my pile, telling me all
about a school project she had over the holidays, and
trying to get her foot up to rub my crotch under the table.
When we were inside the flat, the door shut behind us,
she turned and kissed me again, long and deep, her mouth
open and her tongue exploring. When we finally broke off,
she simply said, "Come on," and led me into her bedroom. It
was much what I expected: some of the usual posters of pop-
stars and film actors, a couple of environmental posters,
and a big star-chart, as well as quite a few books and CDs.
The bed had been left unmade, with an old, battered teddy-
bear lying on the pillow. "This is Alfonso," she told me,
picking him up.
"Hello, Alfonso," I said, shaking the bear's paw, and
she giggled.
"Umm..." Kayleigh glanced at me, uncertainly. "I've
never done this before, Terry. What am supposed to do?"
"There's no supposed about it," I told her firmly. "You
do what you want to. Kayleigh," I went on, seriously, "I
want you to promise me something, sweetheart."
She looked at me, eyes wide. "You mean, I mustn't tell
anyone?"
"That wasn't what I meant. I know I don't have to ask
you that, I trust you." It was true: I'd never doubted for
a moment that Kayleigh was mature enough to trust. "No.
What I want you to promise me is that if I do anything,
anything at all, that you don't feel good about, you'll
tell me at once. And I promise that I'll stop doing it
straight away, and never hold it against you. The whole
point about this is for us to have fun together. If you're
not enjoying it, there's nothing for me to enjoy."
Kayleigh gazed at me in silence for a moment. "OK," she
said at last, "I promise. But..." She chewed her lower lip.
"I still don't really know what to do."
"Well, we could start by both getting undressed," I
suggested. She nodded; and immediately pulled the tee-shirt
over her head, kicked off her trainers without undoing
them, opened her jeans and took them off. That gave me a
surprise. I'd known, from fondling her, that she wasn't
wearing a bra; now I discovered that she'd no panties on,
either.
Following my eyes, she smiled mischievously. "I took
them off in the toilet," she explained. "They were
soaked... I thought you said we were both getting
undressed," she added severely, looking my still- clothed
body up and down. "I'm dying to see your willy."
I took my clothes off, at a slightly more measured
pace, aware of her eyes carefully scanning every inch of my
body. When I pulled my underpants off, and the bulge turned
suddenly into an erection, her eyes shot wider, her mouth
opened and her little pink tongue started nervously
moistening her lips. "It's big," she commented.
That felt good. My cock's a decent size, but not
exactly in the super-stud league. "Do you like it?" I
asked; and she nodded wordlessly. Her eyes were full of
excitement and lust, but she also looked extremely nervous;
so I held out my arms, and she came for a cuddle. After I'd
held her for a while, I eased her head back with one hand
and kissed her. She moved into the kiss eagerly, opening
her mouth wide and dueling tongues with me. I began
stroking her naked body, working down till I was caressing
her sweet little arse, which made her groan and grind
herself against me.
At last I broke off the kiss. "Shall we lie down?" I
asked. Kayleigh gazed at me silently for a moment; then she
nodded, but didn't move. Bending down, I scooped her up in
my arms and deposited her slim little body onto the bed.
I'd half expected this to set her off giggling again; but
she remained grave and silent, her eyes fixed on me the
whole time.
When I lay down beside her, she rolled onto her back
and opened her legs slightly. I think she had some vague
idea of how to "do sex", and assumed I'd get straight on
top of her and penetrate her at once. I gave her a light
kiss on the lips. "Slow down," I told her gently. "I want
to make you feel really good first."
She looked up at me, eyes half-closed. "I already feel
really good," she slurred.
"I mean really really good," I said; and she gave a
happy little sigh and folded her arms behind her head,
signaling that her body was mine to use. I kissed her face
all over (not forgetting her nose), then worked down her
throat to her chest, where I spent some time sucking,
lapping and nibbling at those delectable little puffies and
their erect nipples. She began to moan and wriggle; and,
when I left her tits to move further down, she groaned,
"No, don't stop." I lifted my head for a second and told
her, "Trust me, you won't be sorry."
Then I resumed my downward journey. Kayleigh had almost
a gymnast's body, straight as a boy's, with virtually no
puppy-fat. I licked and nuzzled her taut belly, pausing a
moment to blow a raspberry in her belly-button, which
brought a giggle in the midst of her gasps of pleasure.
Then, pulling her legs a bit wider (she made no attempt to
resist) I planted my first kiss on those plump little pussy
lips.
At the first contact, she bucked and yelled. I pulled
my mouth away, unsure whether it had been in pleasure or
fright; but she almost screamed at me, "No, don't stop, do
it again, please." So I returned, to begin licking lightly
around the child's crotch. I'd thought it was completely
hairless; but now I realized that there was the lightest of
down growing around her cunt, invisible except up close.
Kayleigh was tossing and writhing, her breath coming
raggedly. I let my tongue open up her lips, and she gave a
long wail. Juices were pouring out of her little cunt-hole,
and I lapped them up eagerly, amazed at how sweet and
delicious she tasted. I'd eaten plenty of women before; but
if this was what child-pussy tasted like, I suspected that
I'd never want anything else.
My little lover was well ahead of me; and I'd scarcely
found her tiny clit (standing as proud as her nipples) and
had time to flick it with my tongue, before she gave a
scream and started spasming out of control, floods of her
pussy-nectar pouring into my mouth. She must have flopped
around for at least two minutes, moaning raggedly, before
her convulsions died down and she went limp.
I stopped briefly to ensure that none of her pussy-
honey was wasted, then slipped up the bed and took her in
my arms. Her small, frail body felt like a rag-doll, except
that I'd never known a rag-doll so soaked in sweat. After a
bit, she raised her face, damp strands of hair stuck to it,
and managed to focus dazed eyes on me. "Wow," she
commented, then let her head fall back into the crook of my
shoulder.
I let her lie there, although my stiff cock was begging
for attention, until she was sufficiently recovered to sit
half up. "That was incredible," she said. "I never thought
it would be as good as that. What happened?"
"You had an orgasm," I explained, sitting up too to
face her. "It's sometimes called coming. Haven't you ever
had one, when you've touched yourself?"
She grinned; and I thought her flushed, wet face looked
even more beautiful than before. "I thought I did. But
compared to that... Wow," she repeated. It appeared to be
the only word that really expressed how she felt. Then a
thought struck her. "But that's not really doing sex, is
it? Don't you have to do something with your willy?"
I nodded. "Sex can be all kinds of things," I said,
"including what we just did. But true sex - fucking - is
when the man puts his cock into the woman's pussy."
She looked at me curiously. "Cock? Is that the proper
name for the willy?"
"It's the grown-up name. But I like hearing you call it
my willy."
She smiled, looking down, and reached out a tentative
hand to my erect member. "It's all right," I reassured her.
"You can touch it."
Fascinated, Kayleigh ran her fingertips over my cock,
then flinched back as it twitched in response. "It's OK," I
told her; but she looked dubious, so I kissed her and very
gently took her hand, placing the palm against my shaft.
"Put your hand round it and rub," I said.
She did as I suggested, tentatively at first, then a
beautiful smile coming over her face as she began to get
the feel of how she could make my cock respond. I showed
her how to pull the foreskin up and down; then I suggested
that she might kiss it. She stared at me in disbelief,
until I pointed out that it wasn't so different from what
I'd done to her. So, with obvious effort, she bent down and
planted a kiss on the purple glans, pulling away quickly.
"Well?" I asked. She put her head on one side,
considering. "It's a little bit scary," she said at last.
"But nice. Can I do it again?"
"As much as you like, darling," I said. "It's as good
for me as having your pussy licked was for you." She raised
an eyebrow, as if to say she doubted that; but she put her
mouth back, and gave the head of my cock a long, lingering
kiss. "Try sucking some into your mouth," I suggested; and,
after a moment's hesitation, she opened her lips to slide
them around the glans, getting the whole head in.
Stroking her hair, I used the slight pressure of my
hand to encourage her into sucking back and forth, and she
got into this very quickly. I must confess, I've had far
more expert blow-jobs, from women who've got more into
their mouths; but the clumsy, childish enthusiasm with
which Kayleigh sucked me made them all pale into
insignificance.
I was no better than her at holding out. A short time
of this treatment, and I felt my balls tighten and my cock
begin to throb with come ready to spurt. At the last
moment, I glanced down at Kayleigh's grave face,
concentrating on her sucking, and realized that she
couldn't have a clue what was about to happen. I wanted
nothing more than to shoot my full load into her sweet
mouth; but I guessed that, without warning, it might freak
her. Altering the position of my coaxing hand, I pushed her
head gently away. Surprised, she opened her mouth to speak,
and I pulled back, just as the first spurt of come flew out
of my cock, to land smack on her flushed face. She fell
backwards, startled; and, before I could do anything about
it, the rest of my spunk had jetted out over her chin, her
neck and her breasts.
I collapsed beside her, exhausted. She was lying
motionless, nearly rigid, shock on her face; but she
relaxed a little when I took her in my arms. "Are you all
right, sweetheart?" I asked, scared that I'd disgusted her.
"Um... I... I think so," she said, not looking at me.
"What happened?"
"I'm sorry, darling. You'd got me so excited and turned
on, I forgot you didn't know what happens when a man comes.
I should have warned you."
She turned to stare at me. "That was you coming? Hmm."
She thought for a moment. "What would have happened if you
hadn't taken it out in time?"
"A lot of women like to swallow it," I explained,
trying to keep my voice calm. "I nearly left it in; but I
didn't think it would be fair on you, as you hadn't been
able to choose."
"Swallow it? Yuck!" She thought for a moment. "Is it
dangerous. You know, poisonous, or anything?"
"Oh no. Like I say, a lot of women enjoy it." She
looked at me with a yeah right expression; so, unable to
think of anything else, I leant forward and licked her face
where my sperm was oozing down her cheek. It's not my
favourite taste; but I didn't want my little girlfriend put
off it.
Kayleigh gazed at me in disbelief. "Did you enjoy
that?" She demanded.
"Well..." I couldn't be dishonest with her. "I really
prefer a girl's pussy-juice, myself. But it's OK." An idea
struck me; and I ran my index finger over her wet chin.
"Try some," I offered, holding out the finger. Kayleigh
recoiled, eyes fixed on the white glob at my fingertip; and
then, taking a deep breath, she leant forward, opened her
mouth and stuck her tongue out. I felt so proud of my
darling, I could have kissed her. Instead, I smeared my
fingertip over her tongue, which immediately snapped back
into her mouth. She tasted for a moment, various
expressions chasing each other across her face. "Well?" I
asked after a moment.
"Umm..." She screwed up her face. "It's all right, I
suppose. Maybe I'll try keeping it in next time."
I cleaned her up with tissues from the shelf (they had
pictures of Ariel, Pocahontas and Mulan on them) and we lay
together, kissing and caressing one another. I was aware
that she was still breathing heavily, and that her pussy-
lips were wet and open; just as I was aware that my cock
was still about three-quarters stiff, especially when
Kayleigh's hand drifted absently down and began rubbing it
again. Our kisses grew more insistent as we became aroused,
grinding our bodies together. She had one leg thrown over
me, so that her cunt was stretched wide, rubbing against my
body.
At last, when my cock was achingly stiff again and she
was whimpering, I drew my head back a little to look
directly at her. "Do you want me to put it in you?" I
asked.
She looked at me dubiously. "You're going to fuck me?"
"Only if you want," I corrected her hurriedly.
She gave my shaft an experimental stroke along its
length. "I usually only put one finger in," she said
nervously. "It's so big. Will it hurt?"
Again, I had to be honest with her. "It may hurt a
little at first," I said. "But I guarantee, darling, you'll
think it was worth it."
She chewed her lower lips a moment. "OK," she said,
"I'll give it a try. What do I do?"
I considered for a moment. I wanted a position where I
could hold and kiss Kayleigh, which more or less brought it
down to me on top or her on top. Perhaps next time, when
she knew what she was doing, she could go on top and fuck
me; but this time, I thought, I needed to be in control.
"Lie like you were when I was licking your pussy," I
instructed her; and, flashing me a nervous, excited smile,
she did as she was told. I pulled myself over her and
between her legs, shuffling into position. She gasped and
wriggled, when the tip of my cock touched her pussy; and I
shushed her, telling her gently to lie still for a moment.
She could go as crazy as she liked, once I was in her.
Reaching down with one hand, while the other supported
my weight, I helped the shaft between those wet, puffy
lips. I rubbed it up and down a few times, and she squealed
each time it flicked her clit. Then, when I'd found the
exact position, I slipped my hand under her and pulled her
bottom up, as I pushed my own down. The knob of my cock
slipped her narrow, wet hole, and she yelled and bucked as
if it were buried to the hilt. Glancing down, I saw that
her face was now bright scarlet, and her eyes were
watering. Might as well get it over with, I thought; so,
taking a deep breath, I pushed her arse up a bit harder,
giving a sharp thrust as I did so. Kayleigh screamed as her
hymen gave way, then went rigid, eyes in a fixed stare.
Quickly, I rolled onto my side, bringing her with me,
and held her tightly in my arms, planting kisses all over
her face, murmuring silly little loving things. My face was
getting wet, and I knew she was crying. At last, her eyes
turned to look at me. "You... you hurt me," she whimpered.
She didn't attempt to pull away from me, though.
"I'm sorry, Kayleigh," I said. "I told you it would
hurt at first. You can't get to the pleasure without it.
The good news is, that's the worst it gets. It's only the
first time it hurts like that; now you can start enjoying
yourself." She looked at me without a word, her mouth set
in a sulky line. "Kayleigh, my love," I appealed, "I'd
never have hurt you if I hadn't known it would be worth it
for you. You've got through the pain; now I'm going to make
it up to you. Is it feeling any better?"
After a moment, she nodded. "OK," she said faintly. So
I rolled her onto her back again and began thrusting into
her, slightly harder each time, so that, at each push, my
swollen cock-head opened up another half-inch of her tight
child's cunt. At least two-thirds of it was buried in her,
when I felt the end touch her cervix.
Kayleigh wasn't crying or sulking any longer: she was
moaning, writhing, babbling at me. When I began stroking my
cock in and out, getting gradually faster and harder, she
started jerking her hips to meet my thrusts, giving animal
squeals and grunts. "Oh yes," she managed to gasp at last,
"that's great, Terry, that feels fantastic. Do it harder,
please, please... Fuck me, Terry, fuck me hard, fuck me
with your big cock, fuck me till I come again..." And she
babbled on and on, getting the word fuck into every phrase,
as though it were some sort of sexual mantra for her.
Then she exploded, shrieking and convulsing on the end
of my cock, while her juices poured past it and soaked the
bed. She came down a little way, but not very far, and
almost immediately began building again. I managed to get
to my knees and kneel up on the bed, holding Kayleigh's
tiny body and thrusting it up and down my aching shaft. She
was beyond words now, and just mewled like a little kitten.
When she came again, that was all I needed to set me
off; and the world went fuzzy and far-away as I spurted a
seemingly endless torrent of sperm into Kayleigh's little
cunt.
We collapsed in a sticky, soggy heap onto the bed, me
on my back, her spread-eagled across my chest and belly,
legs spread wide, still impaled. I stroked her hair as her
ragged gasping gradually died down, until her even
breathing told me she was asleep. Lying there, sticky and
exhausted from fucking, trapping my cock in her pussy, she
looked like a baby sleeping.
I stroked her a while longer, until I too fell asleep.
When I woke again, I glanced over at the clock, and
realized it was just gone seven: we'd been here for over
two hours. I gently shook Kayleigh, and she wriggled,
giving a little I-wanna-stay-where-I-am moan; but the
movement made my wilted cock plop out. Lifting her up my
body, I gave her a long kiss. "Seven o'clock," I told her,
when we'd finished. "Time I wasn't here."
She gave a sigh. "Still lots of time. I want that
again." And she started undulating her body against mine.
"Sweetheart, I..." I paused while she kissed me, then
resumed. "I've got to make sure I'm long gone before your
mum gets back. And you need cleaning up. The way you are,
no-one could mistake what you've been doing."
Kayleigh gave an incredibly dirty giggle. "Is that
so?" she asked in an exaggeratedly decadent voice. "You
mean this?" And she started sliding lasciviously down my
body. Deciding I had to be firm, I lifted her up and
plunked her standing on the floor. "Shower," I told her,
and gave her bottom a playful smack.
She pouted at me. "Only if you come with me," she said.
"OK, OK. But we're only going in to get clean.
Understood?" She gave another dirty giggle, and skipped to
the bathroom.
We did manage to keep to my restriction, but only with
an effort of will on my part, after we'd enjoyed soaping
each other all over. While we were getting dressed (me in
my day clothes, Kayleigh in cute pajamas with ponies on)
she went quiet. "Thanks for my date," she said after a
while. "I had a wonderful time."
"I should be thanking you," I said. Then, on a whim, I
asked, "What was the best bit?"
She pulled a face, considering. "First time I came,"
she said. Then she thought again. "Or that chase in the
middle of the film, that was neat."
For an instant, it was like a punch in the guts,
realizing that Kayleigh was comparing our lovemaking to
some stupid film. Then I realized I understood. She was
woman enough to say I love you and mean it; but she was
also a child, and hadn't yet lost that state of grace where
whatever is happening in the present is totally absorbing,
regardless of its importance.
I think it was then that I truly fell in love with
Kayleigh.
"I wish it didn't have to end, Terry," she added sadly.
"I wish you could stay here for ever and ever."
"It doesn't have to," I found myself telling her, even
while my reason was screaming at me not to be stupid. "I
get off work early tomorrow. Do you want me to come round
for a couple of hours?"
With a squeal, Kayleigh launched herself into my arms,
wrapping her legs around me and plastering my face with
kisses. I took that as yes.
Later, walking down the road, I asked myself what the
hell I thought I was doing. Strangely, I felt no guilt
whatsoever: after all, there didn't seem any question that
Kayleigh was ready and eager for what we'd done together.
But the practical dangers remained. I'd got away with it
this time (at least, I hoped I had) but could that
continue? Eventually, my luck would run out, and what would
become of me then?
But I didn't really believe that. I knew, beyond doubt,
that Kayleigh was mature enough to keep our secret, not
because of coercion or threats, but because she wanted to.
Yes, I was taking a risk; but I knew, as well, that I'd
finally met the person I wanted to share my life with. The
risk was worth it.