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MINIATURE MISS UKRAINE (Mg, 1st)
fatherodelli@yahoo.com.
"She was a very young girl, probably ten or eleven, but this girl looked
like a gem in a box of rocks. She simple looked amazingly perfect!
Frankly, she looked almost too desirable for her age. She was a flower
about to bloom in her prepubescent state with pointy little tits poking
through the clinging top, a beautiful round butt and the shapeliest legs
I
had ever seen on such a young girl. In spite of her youth, she exhibited
a
sexual flair that men would recognize in a heartbeat."
**************
It was day 8 of a 15-day working trip to the former Soviet Union. There
were 20 of us in our travel group, but I had ventured away from the others
for a quick 3 days side trip to Kiev, Ukraine to work with one of the
leading international authorities in my field of research. It was mid-July
and the air temperature was VERY hot. As I stood on the hot tarmac in
Minsk, Belarus about to board the Russian Aeroflot jet, it occurred to me
how much nicer it was in my own country to board an aircraft. Standing in
the heat on the asphalt waiting to climb the stairs was a whole lot less
comfortable than walking down an air-conditioned jetway. I loosened my tie
and hoped for a hint of cool air on board. I hardly looked at my fellow
passengers. I was much more intent on just getting through the next couple
of hours of flying time. Casually scanning over the several scores of
people, I concluded that I was one of only a handful of westerners about
to
board. Apparently, one needed to have a good reason to go to Kiev, as few
had the outward appearance of embarking on a glorious, fun-filled holiday.
I was simply anxious to get this flight behind me. Adding to my
discomfort was the sight of four to eight foot high weeds growing between
the runways. I was praying the plane had been given more mechanical
attention than the airport had been given mowing attention. The good thing
was that the flight was reasonably short and I was hoping for the best.
Maybe once I got on board, I could just close my eyes and, in a couple of
hours, I would be in Kiev and safe again on the ground.
In my first week in Russia, I had been treated to viewing a bevy of
Russian beauties, most of whom were quite friendly to this average-looking
western man. Undoubtedly, I "looked" much more attractive only because I
had more money and financial opportunities than they had. One could almost
lose his own sense of self in this thrill of being "quite cool." I loved
the attention and spent considerable time outside of work tasting and
loving the local female delights.
Of all the people about to board my plane, there was one young lady that
I couldn't help but analyze. She was a very young girl, probably ten or
eleven, and accompanied by a plain lady that I assumed was her Mother.
Many, many people in Russia wore drabcolored clothes and that quickly
became my norm for fashion. But, this girl looked like a gem in a box of
rocks. She simply looked amazingly perfect! Frankly, she looked almost
too desirable for her age. If a little girl could look sexy, then she
looked downright sexy. She wore a light grey mini-skirt that came to about
mid-thigh, a canary yellow puckerknit top with three-quarter length sleeves
and simple black flats for shoes. Her hair was shoulder-length, full of
body and jet-black. She was a flower about to bloom in her prepubescent
state with pointy little tits standing up in the clinging top, a beautiful
round butt and the shapeliest legs I had ever seen on such a young girl.
In spite of her youth, she exhibited a sexual flair that men would
recognize in a heartbeat.
No distinct line formed for ascending the stairway. As she and her
Mother approached the stairway, I approached at about the same time from
the other direction. I nodded to them to go first and the little girl
looked at me, smiled and nodded in appreciation. As she looked directly
at
me, I noticed her jet black eyes, her rather full red lips and a
friendliness that was all too rare in that country of generally sober
people. The two of them started up the stairs and a few other ladies
followed them. When she was nearly to the top, I looked at up for another
view of her heavenly legs and butt, this time getting even more view of her
beautiful, tan skin that led all the way to the bottom of her white
panties.
There was "open" seating on the plane. As I started down the aisle, I
noticed the girl and her Mother were sitting five rows from the front with
the Mother in the window seat and the girl in the middle seat. That left
the aisle seat open in the three-seats-on-a-side seat configuration of the
aircraft. My usual goal is to try to sit by a smaller person when I am
boarding a full flight such as this. So, the perfect place for me to sit
was beside the little girl. I'm rather tall and I knew I would have plenty
of room with a small traveling companion sitting on my left.
Something that a traveler usually notices in a foreign land is the
variety of odors that he is not normally accustomed to. When I sat down
beside them, the first thing I noticed was a smell that wasn't familiar to
me. To this day, I can best describe it as the smell of very stale
crackers. Perhaps it was something associated with questionable hygiene.
I
only mention this because, for a few moments, I couldn't decide if the
smell was good or bad. In retrospect, it probably was mostly neutral.
But, knowing the way the sense of smell triggers a person's memories, if
I
ever smell that again, it will bring back a flood of memories that were in
store for me over the next 24 hours.
We were barely off the ground when the mother and I began to small talk.
She told me, with very limited English, that the girl was her daughter and
was named Kiska. Kiska meant "pure" the Mother proudly told me showing
obvious affection for her child. She also told me Kiska spoke no English.
Turning to Kiska's bright, smiling face I greeted her in Russian since I
knew a few phrases in that language. She did look pure; a budding angel
in
a land of drab style and pessimistic people. She would often turn to her
mother, smile and say something that appeared to be positive about me.
Then, she would look at me and smile broadly, with her hands in her lap and
her short legs swinging back and forth. Of course, I had no idea exactly
what they were saying. I took out a yellow legal pad from my carry-on and
decided I would try to converse on paper with this little doll. I wrote
the number "41" and pointed to myself, indicating my age. Then, I pointed
to her. She took the pencil and wrote "10".
So, this is how we "conversed" for the next hour or so. After a few
minutes, I noticed that her Mother had closed her eyes and appeared to be
asleep. So, it was just Kiska and I. Kiska didn't appear to want our
writing exercise to end, so I continued to think of things to write.
I glanced in front of her lap tray and noticed that her knees were
parted several inches. She was sitting the way a child would sit in jeans.
But, in her little skirt that was now quite high on her legs, she looked
just that much sexier. She had no idea of her beauty.
I wanted to touch her legs so much. I didn't know if I could help
myself. Certainly, I didn't know what her reaction would be, but I sensed
that she considered us to be friends. At this point in our flight she
might not even notice a hand on her leg. My confidence was bolstered when
I saw that her Mother was now sleeping soundly.
It was really quite easy just to drop my left hand onto her lap, since
I
was writing notes on her lap tray with my right hand. She never flinched.
We continued to write. First, she wrote her name and her city, then I
wrote my name and my city and so on. I gently slid my hand down to her
bare right leg and stroked the inside of her very small, velvetysmooth
right thigh with ease. This casual stoking went on for about twenty
minutes. With my confidence sufficiently piqued, I let the outside of my
little finger bump against her pussy lips, as if by accident, when the
aircraft would hit turbulence. I grew even bolder, rubbing the back of my
hand against the inside of her left leg and pushing and pulling slightly
on
her inner thighs to move her legs further apart. I even slipped my little
finger under the edge of her panties just above her pubic area.
Occasionally, she would giggle rather coyly or squirm her little ass around
a little, but she never complained or gave me a sign that I should stop.
I
wondered what the norm was in this country. Was this a common occurrence
that she had learned to tolerate? Or did she really thrive on the
attention?
I could feel my dick seeping pre-cum and I knew that was a sure sign
that I was more than just a little bit turned on. I was pondering what my
next step would be when I was jolted back to reality as the aircraft hit
the runway in Kiev with a significant thud that one rarely experiences in
my country. Her mother was awakened by the jolt and I casually removed my
hand from the heavenly place where it had been sent and placed it back onto
the armrest of my seat.
We walked down the stairway and, for the first time in my life, I set
foot in Kiev, Ukraine. Kiska's mother grabbed my arm and I assumed she was
just going to say goodbye. Instead, she told me she needed ten dollars
from me for allowing her daughter to take care of me on the airplane. I
didn't know for sure exactly what she meant, but I could only assume she
knew some of what was going on beneath Kiska's lap tray on the plane.
Hoping I could just put this behind me and get on with business, I quickly
took a ten-dollar bill from my wallet and discreetly put it in the mother's
hand. She thanked me profusely and I hurriedly walked away, acknowledging
a smiling Kiska in the process. Ten dollars to her was probably like one
hundred dollars to me. I had made my charitable contribution for the day
and had some fun in the process.
I knew I had to look for a shuttle van to take me to my hotel in Kiev.
I
recognized the hotel name in English on the side of the van. Was I ever
surprised when Kiska and her mother boarded the van after me! This
appeared to be a crazy coincidence that they were staying at the same hotel
as I was.
They stood directly behind me in the check-in line at the hotel. I
signed the registration form and started for the elevator. Finally, I was
going to get away from my travel partners. But to my surprise, the front
desk clerk called my name from halfway across the lobby. I walked back to
the check-in area. The clerk pointed to Kiska's mother and told me that
she said I was going to pay for them, too. For a moment I was taken aback.
But the room was only about $25 and, even though I was being used to an
extent, it wasn't worth the struggle of trying to avoid paying for them.
After all, I was sure they had little money and undoubtedly they followed
me to my hotel assuming I would pay for their room.
We stepped onto the lift together. As we arrived at the fifth floor,
they continued to follow me. When I slipped the key into the lock of my
room, the mother smiled at me from two doors down as she opened their door.
It was as if I couldn't escape them. But, I wasn't going to let them ruin
my relaxing evening. I was tired and just ready to shower and lie down for
a bit before dinner.
After dining in the hotel restaurant, I was nearly asleep on my bed when
I heard a soft knock on my door. I slipped on some loungewear. When I
opened the door, there stood Kiska and her mother. In the ensuing
conversation, which lasted only about five minutes, Kiska's mother
essentially offered her daughter to me for $50 for the whole night. At
least that's what I understood from her limited English. On the one hand,
I was a little stunned at the offer. But, after I had considered what had
happened on the plane and at the front desk, this somewhat logically
followed the pattern we had established.
If I had been smitten by Kiska's appearance earlier in the day, for
sure, I was doubly smitten now. She was dressed for bed in soft cotton
white pajamas adorned with small navy blue penguins. The bottoms came down
to just below her knees and the top buttoned up with short sleeves and a
rather high round neckline. Frankly, she looked sexy in her own very pure
way, enhanced by her non-sexy pajamas. Her long, flowing jet-black hair
was pulled back in a ponytail and she was carrying a well-worn brown
stuffed bear, dangling beside her with his arm clutched in her little hand.
Now there was no stale cracker smell like before. Even from a few feet
away, she smelled divine, wafting fragrance from a fresh shower complete
with shampoo and hair conditioner.
She looked up at me and beamed as I stood there considering the offer.
I
think my decision to keep her in my room was mainly because I didn't think
there was any downside and she would sure be a good bed partner for one
night.
We told her mother goodnight and she followed me into my room. At this
point, I was totally tired from the hectic day, but at the same time, my
heart was racing at the thought of what I had agreed to and who would be
between the sheets with me. Lord, it was as if the Maker had dropped a
little piece of heaven right in my funky little hotel room in Kiev. Life
is so crazy!
I told her I was ready to go to bed by closing my eyes and pointing to
the bed. She nodded, made a quick trip to the toilet, pulled back the
sheet and crawled into bed. She very officially placed her bear in the
middle of the bed. I claimed the other side of the bed. So, there we
were! Kiska was on one side, the bear was in the middle and I was on the
other side.
I had left the bathroom light on to ease any fears she might have and
also so I could get a good look at this future Miss Ukraine. I could feel
my nervousness as I tried to small talk with her without the aid of a
pencil and paper as we had used on the plane. I wondered how I would
proceed. How do you make the first move on a ten-year-old? I was breaking
new ground here. And, there was a part of me that really didn't want to
do
anything except just to be good to her.
She was lying on her back with the covers tucked tightly beneath her
arms. Squashing the teddy bear between us, I turned on my side, touched
her bare arms and then worked my way up to her face. I laid my hand on her
cheek in a very loving way and I could sense a smile beneath my touch. I
pulled her close to me and she readily turned on her side and faced me.
Her little brown legs touched mine and her softness nearly took my breath
away. I put my arms around her and she reciprocated willingly. I kissed
her lips, oh how I kissed her full, reddish lips! She was quite small, but
her pouty lips felt quite mature. I sensed she hadn't done this before,
but she was trying to do what her mother had told her to do. I worked my
way to her neck. She tipped her head back. I kissed her and kissed her,
eventually finding my mouth at the top of her pajamas. I started
unbuttoning from the top down. She never resisted. After opening every
button, I gently pushed one side of her top open, fully exposing one little
tit.
My first thought was no wonder her little tits looked so pointed in that
yellow top on the plane. They WERE pointed and a sight like I had never
seen before. For all practical purposes, there was no breast development.
There was just a pointed, pinkish-coloured little tit, capped off by a very
soft, barely developed pinkish-coloured nipple. It was almost as if she
had two baby bottle nipples on her immature chest, although not nearly as
long. I pushed the other side of her pajama top open and cast my eyes on
her perfectly matched pair of little tits. I sucked them; I sucked them
one at a time, moving back and forth from one to the other and back again,
very softly at first, then with more fervor. I could sense her breathing
changing a little and her little rib cage began to rise and fall with the
stimulation she was feeling.
I kissed and licked my way down her perfectly formed tummy, ran my hands
around the little flare to her hips and kissed her pussy mound on top of
her pajama bottoms. She smelled fresh and clean. The warmth of her pussy
radiating through the thin cloth stimulated me all the more. I turned her
over gradually, wanting to see that perfect little butt that I had admired
all day. She was willingly compliant and my courage increased. I tugged
her pajama bottoms down and they slipped easily over her muscular butt.
There it was! Looking up at me was the most wonderful butt I had probably
ever seen. Throughout the entire experience with little Kiska, I kept
thinking that I was probably the first in what would be many lucky men as
she matured through her teen years.
Actually, there was something awkward and somewhat funny as I glanced
at
her soft, naked back. She was lying on top of that teddy bear and looking
rather uncomfortable. So, I carefully slipped him out from beneath her
chest so she could lie down more comfortable. She emitted a little giggle
at the situation.
Now it was very easy to completely remove her unbuttoned top and her
bottoms, which now around her knees. I was treated to a naked little Kiska
in all her glory!
Turning her on her back again, I now concentrated on her most heavenly
prize. Placing my hands on the insides of her very soft thighs, I slowly
parted her legs for a better look. This confirmed my earlier thoughts on
the airplane that she was Miss Ukraine in the making. Her little pussy had
the same girlish fullness to it that was so characteristic of the rest of
her little body. The most amazing sight was her pubic hair development.
Lightly sprinkled on her mons was a dusting of coal black hair, but it was
surprisingly downy soft, not coarse like black pubic hair I usually
encounter. What looked strange was the hair was growing asymmetrically at
this stage of her development, with much more on her left side and very
little on her right side. Even cuter were the two or three dozen long,
kinky, inch-long black hairs rooted inside her little lips near the top of
her slit and standing out in all directions. They simply stuck out in a
rather disorganized way. I had never seen anything like that before. It
was a moment in time I will never forget.
I placed my thumbs on her pussy lips and rubbed softly, eventually
parting them to get a good luck at her immature pink slit. She was damp,
she smelled good and her little button-like clit perked up, looking at me
after some soft coaxing with my thumb. As I looked at her holy of holys,
it occurred to me about the meaning of her name. Kiska means "pure" in
Russian, her mother had told me. She was most definitely the purest female
I had ever experienced.
I kissed her little cunt lips, sucking them softly into my mouth, first
to the right and then to the left. I licked her clit softly and she began
breathing audibly through her mouth. I licked her up and down from her
tiny vagina to her clit over and over and I could see her abdomen begin to
contract and release in her pleasure. I pushed her legs up even further
and entered her vagina with my tongue. She screamed nearly inaudibly in
little soft, short bursts but I reassured her and only put my tongue in a
little at a time.
My God, I was fucking this little virgin with my tongue! I was
pleasuring both of us, inserting my tongue in and out of the center of her
femininity, surrounded by her luscious, soft, brown skin with the sweet
smell of young pussy in my nostrils! I picked up the pace and also the
depth, knowing it would be just minutes away before I would try to enter
her with my cock. She responded more and more, making little whimpering
sounds and involuntary wiggling her hips around and around with my tongue
fucking her like a little dick.
I knew if I was ever going to fuck her, the time had come. One side of
me was feeling hesitant and another side of me just wanted to fuck her into
oblivion. I reached down for my dick, lathered it with saliva, held it in
my hand and started working it into her tiny, yet aroused pussy. Working
in little circles, I finally started to feel the warmth of her cunt lips
around the helmet of my cock. I opened my eyes and, for a moment, I was
distracted. In all of the foreplay, somehow that damn teddy bear had
gotten turned over on his back and he was looking up at me with coal black
eyes. This was something I had never done before, fucking a girl that
carries a teddy bear. I didn't need to be reminded. I quickly turned him
over on his belly again.
That bear seemed to start my mind working overtime, wondering about the
wisdom of what I was doing. As I pressed a couple of inches into her pure
love channel, I remembered in history about all of the raping and pillaging
that went on for centuries in the old world. Not only adult women were
raped, but many as young as Kiska. Was I any better than those hated
invaders? Was I just another pagan invader fucking the future beauty of
this poor country?
As I fought with my feelings, another feeling was welling up inside my
cock. Even though I was only about 2 inches inside her, I began squirting
cum into that sweet little cunt. She was shuddering and whimpering. I
would like to tell you she was begging for more and bucking her cunt up and
down in orgasmic heaven. But, it wasn't like that. That's not possible
for a little girl like her. At least she didn't appear to be in any
serious pain, but she was no longer smiling. Her eyes were squinted
tightly shut and there was a grimace on her face as she endured something
she had never done before.
Usually after cumming once, I need at least a few minutes break. But,
not this time! I surprised myself! I never even pulled out. Lord, I was
fucking my little sweetie again, in and out, in and out. She seemed to
resign herself to the situation and her body movements told me she was
doing better now. I looked down at her very small pussy lips stretched to
the point of nearly tearing as they accepted the tip of my dick over and
over again. There was a pinkish, foamy wetness that was seeping out of
her, apparently my cum mixed with slight amounts of her blood.
I flooded her insides with more and more cum. Everything was working
easier now with the lubrication of my cum. I turned her over and
positioned her on her hands and knees. I had to bend down a considerable
distance to even hope to enter her because of our significant height
difference. Finally, I decided there was little risk at that point to
nearly anything I might do. So, I reached around her, picked her up by the
front of her girlish hips, and matched her up high enough for easy entry
into her now slightly swollen cunt. She was so light to hold up in this
way and it seemed appropriate for our fuck finale to have the most
beautiful, softest little butt and rosebud anus to be looking up at me as
I
flooded her pussy one more time.
I held her close most of the rest of that night. Actually, there were
three of us including that teddy bear. He seemed to be her constant
companion and her security blanket when she felt threatened or
uncomfortable. After all, she was just a little girl. When we woke up in
the morning, I took her back to her mother's room. The mother hugged her
tightly as I handed her the fifty dollars and tucked a twenty dollar tip
into the hand of little Kiska.
I checked out of the hotel that same morning. I knew I would never get
any work done if I kept thinking of spending more nights with that darling
little girl. It was safer, but not as much fun, to go back to my life as
a
"research square". I think my biggest fear was that I would start liking
Kiska at night a little too much. It was just easier this way. I didn't
say any good-byes to them. I simply pre-paid two more nights for them at
the hotel and found a different place to stay a few blocks away.
Kiska has had a lasting impression on me. She left me with a new symbol
of beauty for a female of any age. Today it is more than ten years since
my visit to Kiev. I find myself watching the Miss World pageant now. I
keep watching for Miss Ukraine to appear, hoping I will see my pure little
Kiska.
I welcome your comments! Please send me an email at
fatherodelli@yahoo.com.
Posted By Nikki
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