The Little Goddess
by knight_b_4@hotmail.com
Story Codes:  M/f+ oral cons voy
Author’s Note: This story involves sexual activity between an adult male and underage females. If it is illegal to read about such things in your jurisdiction, or if you’re not into that kind of story, please delete this file immediately. This story is entirely a work of fiction; none of the events described herein have actually taken place (at least to the author’s knowledge). The author does not recommend or condone sex with minor children.
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I was pretty sure the dog weighed more than she did, and suspected it was a good thing it was well trained. A sudden dash after a squirrel, cat or other target of opportunity would, I was sure, leave her either running helplessly behind or possibly being dragged across the ground.
Certainly I, and any other red-blooded straight male, would hate to see this poor girl damaged by being dragged down the street. She was incredibly cute and sexy, if you like 13 or 14 year old girls. And I most definitely did. And do.
A little over 5 feet, perhaps 100 pounds, with thick, wavy medium brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, she was compact, curvy enough to be interesting, and cute as hell. Large brown eyes (framed by black-rimmed glasses perched on a straight nose) over-topped a full-lipped mouth painted a too-bright red, which only made her pale skin seem even whiter. She was blessed; I couldn’t see the slightest sign of acne anywhere on her face or the broad expanse of upper chest exposed by her low-cut yellow top. (As I discovered later, she never got zits on her face or chest; they always popped up in a small cluster on her ass and lower back. How I enjoyed applying zit cream for her.)
Her body was, to me, perfect. Apple-sized breasts sat high and firm, unrestrained by any bra (as evidenced by two pointy nubs of nipples, prominent even when they weren’t excited). Capri pants clung tightly to firm, shapely but slightly thin legs, leading up to a firm, tight butt that flared out only slightly from her waist, but rounded out very nicely in back.
I was in love.
 OK, I was in lust- and had the stiffening cock to prove it. Fortunately, I was wearing tighty whities and pants loose enough to help conceal it. Not completely, but I was really glad I hadn’t put on the sweatpants without underwear as I’d considered when I got dressed that morning.)
I had to meet her, or at least talk to her. Anything to get close to this little hottie for at least a few minutes.
“Pretty dog,” I said inanely, holding my hand out to the chocolate-brown beastie. I’d not sure what breed, or combination of breeds, it might be; as a confirmed cat person, I don’t pay much attention to dog types. I know some of the more common ones, of course- I’ve had excellent past experiences with labs and collies, less so with German shepherds and dachshunds, and a couple of miserable ones with pit bulls and terriers- but this one was an unknown. He was big, with a big head, big muzzle, and bad breath. I really didn’t care; my concern was with his mistress (who I wished was my mistress, which thought brought a rather absurd picture of me on a leash with a leather collar).
“Thanks,” she said, in a musically sexy voice that reached right into my hind brain and started pushing buttons. “He doesn’t bite, but he might nibble you a little.” If only you’d do the same, I thought. But, I couldn’t say that, so I settled for petting the dog, who drooled and wiggled and seemed totally uninterested in any nibbling.
At that point, another young girl emerged from the grocery store, and the two of them walked off with a casual, “See ya.” Sister? Friend? I didn’t know; I only knew she wasn’t anywhere near as appealing as the Little Goddess, and was probably a couple of years younger. Disappointed, I walked home, which was unfortunately in the opposite direction from the way they went.
It was a hot day, so I poured myself a glass of iced tea, grabbed a book and went out to a chair on my front porch. As I was sipping and reading, a small herd of youngsters wandered by.
 The first to catch my attention was a tall, rather heavy black girl of probably 15 or 16. She didn’t particularly interest me (I prefer smaller and younger females) but she did surprise me somewhat. Although I’d only recently moved to this somewhat small, semi-rural town, I had graduated from here some 20+ years before. And at that time, the place was lily white, home to a rather large contingent of Klansmen. So it was definitely a surprise, though not an unpleasant one, to see a black face in this town.
 Also in the group was a black boy of about the same age, a little shorter and much lighter than the black girl. He was fairly muscular (and showing it off in a sleeveless t-shirt), but otherwise totally unremarkable. There was also an androgynous little blonde person of about 11 or 13 that I finally decided was probably a boy. If it had been a girl, I’d have been more than happy to have sex with her. Heck, I decided, even if it was a boy, I’d be willing to have sex with him- he was that kind of cute, and had a nice little butt.
What caught and held my eye, though, was the last member of the group, a paper-white redhead of about 14 or 15. She was a little on the thin side, but had nicely shaped legs, a small but round little ass, and a pair of tits that were bigger than a girl her age was supposed to have- I guessed 38C, on a body made for 34A. Once again, my cock started stiffening. As if she had some kind of cock radar, the redhead turned to look at me as they passed.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi,” I responded.
“You live here now?”
“Yeah. Just moved in a couple of weeks ago.”
“Cool.”
That was it. The little group kept walking, and I watched the redhead’s butt wiggle away. She turned her head back to look a couple of times, and just before they crossed the street, we exchanged short waves.
“I’d definitely fuck her,” I thought to myself. By now, I was fully erect again, so I went inside, lay down naked on my bed and smeared Vaseline on my hard 6-incher. I alternated fantasizing about the redhead and the Little Goddess as I stroked my pole. Just before I gushed, I imagined the redhead riding my cock while the Little Goddess rode my face.
A couple of hours later, after fixing and consuming a nice steak, I did it again, this time imagining the Little Goddess riding my spurting cock while my tongue fucked the redhead’s tight little cunt.
I decided the next day that it was time to do some furniture shopping. I’d gotten rid of a lot of older stuff before moving and the new place showed it. My living room, for example, had one armchair, a flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, and a wooden desk with a really comfortable high-back executive chair. I wasn’t expecting company any time soon, but a couch and a coffee table would at least fill up some of the huge empty space. Before heading out, though, I sat down at the desk and booted my laptop, intending to check my email and work a little on the outline for my next novel.
Six hours, a quick lunch, and a pot-and-a-half of coffee later, the outline was done and so were the first three chapters. Various joints and vertebrae snapped, crackled and popped as I stood and stretched, closing the laptop and putting it to sleep. There was still plenty of time for a shopping trip, but I no longer felt like making it. Instead, I wandered out to the kitchen, poured old coffee down the drain and fresh tea into a glass, and went out with a book to the front porch.
Just in time to see the redhead and her gaggle of friends walking by on the other side of the street. Just in time for my cock, unrestrained under loose pants, to start to harden. Just in time for her cock radar to kick in and look over at me.
I casually lowered the book to cover my crotch.
She grinned and waved. She was wearing a pair of painted-on green shorts that barely covered her ass, and emphasized its taut roundness and minor jiggle. A bright yellow tube top clung tightly to her big boobs, hanging on for dear life as her tits bounced and quivered at every step. Even from this distance, I could clearly see her nipples pushing against the thin, overstretched fabric. I wondered if they were hard or just really big. Either way, they looked made for sucking on.
I was a bit disappointed when they kept on walking but really, what did I expect? After all, she was 14 and I’d be 40 in a couple of months. Not a lot in common, and any physical attractiveness had to be one way. With a sigh, I sat down to read, found I couldn’t get comfortable, and went back inside to work some more on my novel. I couldn’t concentrate on that, either, so I wound up jerking off again, this time to fantasies exclusively involving the redhead, and my cock plowing her young cunt in an interesting variety of positions.
A couple of days later, I woke up late (for me, anyway- it was after 9), downed a cup of coffee and took a shower. Thoughts of the redhead and the Little Goddess soon had me hard and stroking, and I sprayed a big load on the shower curtain. After cleaning up and drying off, I threw on an old terrycloth robe and went into the kitchen for more go juice. As I was pouring, someone started banging loudly on the back door.
No one ever uses my back door except, on rare occasions, me.
I was delighted, surprised and somewhat embarrassed (since I was naked save for the robe) to find the redhead standing there. She had on tight denim shorts which showed off her legs very nicely, and a thin purple t-shirt with a picture of Jim Morrison. There was no question this time- her nipples were definitely hard and at any minute just might pop through the thin material.
“Hi,” she said, opening the door and walking in. “I need to hide. Can I come in?”
“I think you already did,” I said with a smile. “Who do you need to hide from? Cops after you for assault with a deadly smile?”
She snickered. “Nope, Tracy’s after me. She’s that big black girl you’ve seen with me. I told her boyfriend that she’d been out with another guy, and now she wants to kill me.”
“Can’t have that,” I said. “Not enough redheads left in the world to lose any. Have a seat. Want some coffee or pop or something?”
“Got any Dew?” she asked. I shook my head.
“Root beer or orange is it, I’m afraid. Or there’s iced tea or milk.”
“Root beer, I guess, then.”
I grabbed a can out of the refrigerator, poured it into a glass over ice and set glass and can in front of her. She said thanks, and sat leaning back and crossing her legs, so a good expanse of creamy thigh waved at me.
I excused myself and went into my bedroom to change. This was important, since I was starting to get hard at the idea of having this big-titted child-woman alone in my house. She glanced at my growing tent as I walked by and smiled up at me.
Since she didn’t seem to mind the idea that I found her sexy, I put on a tight shirt and some tight slacks, minus underwear so she could examine my equipment if she wished. And the idea that she apparently wished kept me hard; the outline of my hard cock was really obvious as I walked back to the kitchen, topped off my coffee and sat down next to her. Her eyes caressed my bulge as my eyes caressed her legs, as we started the getting-to-know-you talk.
Her name was Crystal (“but call me Crys”), she was 14 and going into the 9th grade come fall, she loved English and art, played the flute (said with a glance at my pants) in band, hated math and science, had broken up with her asshole boyfriend at the end of the last school year. Tracy was one of her best buds and would probably get over wanting to kill her real soon, ‘cause she was going to break up with him anyway ‘cause he was such a jerkface.
The guy I’d seen her with was Ryan, he was 16 and had his learner’s permit which was cool ‘cept he couldn’t drive without an adult in the car so they couldn’t just cruise around and stuff. He played soccer and baseball for the high school teams, but wasn’t really a jock type, not like the football players who were real assholes. He was a really cool guy and another of her best buds since like forever.
The young boy was her brother, Kevin, who was 12 and a total computer geek, and sometimes a pain in the ass, but really OK for a little brother. And he was pretty sure he was gay, though he hadn’t really done anything yet, she didn’t think, but it was cool if he did if he found, you know, a nice guy.
“You’re not gay, are you?” she asked, more a statement than a question. I laughed.
“No, I’m not,” I said. “I like females and all they have to offer.”
“Yeah, I could tell,” she said, grinning and looking squarely at my peaked pants. “You like what I have to offer?” She sat up straighter, thrusting her chest out; her nipples were hard little points.
“You know I do,” I said, shifting so my bulge was even more prominent. “And what a lot you have to offer.”
She giggled, then in a swift motion, pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it aside. Her eyes flicked up to mine as she cupped her tits and squeezed her nipples. “These things, you mean?”
They truly were magnificent tits. Big, round, full creamy white globes that didn’t sag a bit. They were topped by pale pink aureole slightly smaller than quarters, with stiff pink nipples that begged to be sucked. Her small frame made those large tits look even bigger, like one of those porn stars who’s had so many implants her tits are the size of basketballs. But these were all natural, real and inviting.
“They’re amazing,” I croaked, and reached for them. She grinned and took her own hands away, letting me wrap mine around them and squeeze, feeling the firmness and solidity of them. When I leaned forward to suck one into my mouth, she laughed and put a hand on my head.
“Not yet,” she said, pushing her chair away from the table as she stood. Thin fingers popped the snap on her shorts, pulled the zipper down with a quick snick and slid the shorts down and off.
Ginger fur highlighted rather than obscured her pussy, a long, wet, open slit with an erect little clit sheath peeking out of the top. Her outer lips were red and swollen, her inner lips reaching out to grab any passing cock, all of her slit slick and shiny with her juices. Crys was ready for some serious sex, and I was ready to oblige.
She knelt in front of me as I turned the chair, unzipping, unsnapping, telling me to “lift your boney butt” and sliding my pants down. Six inches of hard, red dick snapped up, the helmet purple and straining. It didn’t strain long; she straddled me, rubbed the head along her soaking gash a few times until it was slick with her juices, then sat down on it.
She was heaven.
I moaned as my cock speared her, popping through her tight hole and spreading her cunt open. It clung to me, a tight slick vise of flesh that squeezed delightfully. My head dove forward and sucked in a nipple while she settled in my lap, my arms reaching around her and squeezing that tight little ass. She sighed and wiggled, settling me deep inside her underage forbidden cunt, her juices leaking out and down my balls.
And then she started bouncing, hard and fast, my cock driving into her and screaming out pleasure that rocketed through my body. My lips came up to hers and locked, my head bobbing up and down in time to her strokes. I couldn’t maintain the liplock for long; she was bouncing too hard, too fast, and I needed my mouth to suck in air. She started wiggling a little, side to side, front to rear, as she bounced, clamping her cunt muscles tight to milk my dick. I just pushed my hips up and held myself there, giving her as much access as I could while she fucked herself on my cock.
I don’t think I lasted two minutes. Which was OK, because she didn’t either.
As I felt the cum rising up in my balls, no matter how much I wanted to prolong it, I grabbed her waist and pulled her down, pushing myself hard and deep into her as I started spraying blast after blast of sticky goo into her unprotected teenage pussy. As the third or fourth jet squirted against her cervix, her cunt clamped down and started spasming, and she yelled out, “God, yes!” As she squeezed and jerked, as I shot and twitched, both our heads went back and we yelled out our release to the universe.
Still panting, I slumped back in the seat. Still panting, she tipped forward against me, those magnificent tits pressed into my chest. One hand still clenched her ass, the other came up and gently cupped her head, pulling her face against my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me, and she turned her head and kissed my cheek.
After a long time, after breathing had slowed and hearts approached normal speeds, she snuggled against me and said softly in my ear, “So, you like young girls? Or is it just me?” and giggled.
“You are amazingly sexy and wonderful,” I said, avoiding the question and squeezing her butt. “No one’s made my cum that quick or that hard in... I don’t know when. You were awesome.”
“You weren’t too bad yourself.” She lifted her head and locked lips with mine, and for a timeless time, our lips danced an ancient tango, our tongues a perennial duel. When she finally broke it off and leaned back, there was a glint in her eye and a smile on her lips. As she lifted off my t-shirt, she asked, “But you didn’t answer my question. You like young girls, don’t you?” And she squeezed my still semi-hard cock with her cunt muscles.
“Well, yeah, I do,” I admitted. “I moved here because the mother of my last girlfriend was getting suspicious. I hated to leave Marley, because she was really sweet. And not just in bed. I miss her.”
“Tell me about her,” Crys said, snuggling into me. So I did, my cock still inside her, her still hard nipples poking me, my hands wandering over her back and butt and thighs.
Marlena was 11 when we first got together sexually. I’d known her for several months, a cute little girl in the neighborhood. She didn’t quite come up to my shoulder, had small egg-size tits, a little bit of a belly, a nicely rounded and full ass, and kind of thick thighs and calves. It was her butt that really turned me on- even at 11, she had that rolling, swaying bounce that even a lot of older women can’t quite pull off. I wanted her from the first time I saw that butt swaying, and started working on her almost immediately.
She was an intelligent, friendly little girl, being raised by a single mom without a strong male influence in her life; we became good friends fairly quickly, as I tried to be that male influence. One day, after three months of working on her, I dissolved a Viagra tablet in a can of Coke. Not 30 minutes after she finished it, her skirt was up, her panties down and my finger was banging away in her tight, tight pussy, while my lips enveloped one of those small boobs. Within minutes, I discovered two things about my latest little darling- she was a screamer, and she had really intense orgasms.
She was a little weepy, a little ashamed, a little embarrassed, afterwards but I held her and cuddled her and kissed her, told her how sweet and sexy and special she was, how much I cared about her. With the Viagra still coursing through her, it wasn’t long before my finger was back up her twat, my thumb rubbing her clit, my mouth again filled with preteen tit.
The second time, she came so hard she passed out.
When I was sure she was OK, I gently stripped off the rest of her clothes, admiring her petite naked body while I gently washed her with a damp cloth. I stripped my own clothes off, my underwear soaked with the precum that had been pouring out while I molested this underage hottie. I positioned her on the couch so she was half-sitting, half-laying, her butt on the edge, her legs dangling, her pussy open and inviting. I didn’t fuck her; I wanted her awake, knowing and willing the first time I slid my cock into her tight cunt. Instead, I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, hunched at her hole without penetrating it, ground against her clit, leaked precum on her titlets.
The sensations aroused her enough that her eyes were (more or less) open and she was panting and moaning when I finally blew my load all over her, aiming the jets at her clit and watching my goo slide down her slit. She shuddered through a little mini-cum, and smiled when I wiped my cock on her chubby thigh.
She was fascinated with my cock and balls since she’d never seen a naked man before. Oh, she’d played the usual “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours” with a neighbor boy when they were younger, but “he was so small and he didn’t have all that hair.” It wasn’t long before her squeezing and stroking and fondling had me hard again, and she jerked me off while I rubbed her clit. (She said she was too sore for me to finger her again.) She laughed in delight when I fountained all over her stomach and tits, and didn’t want to stop stroking it until I told her it was just too sensitive for her to keep going.
Even then, she held onto it while we talked and cuddled and kissed.
I didn’t see her for a couple of days after that, and was beginning to worry I might be scheduled for a visit from the local police. But on the third day, she stopped at my house on her way home from school. She said she’d felt a little weird about what we’d done, but hadn’t (and wouldn’t) tell anyone else about it. After thinking about it a lot, she decided she wanted to do it again- “I like seeing your dinky squirt, and I love it when you play with my cootchy.”
 So that started my almost year-long obsession with Marley, a year of exploration, discovery, growing boobs and the first wisps of pubic hair. She never really did like sucking my cock (and I don’t think she ever swallowed), but she loved having her cunt licked and the feeling of cum on her nipples. When we started fucking, about three weeks after our first encounter, she complained I stretched her too much and it “sorta hurt.” But after the first few times, when she’d loosened up a bit and gotten used to my invading dick, she decided she really liked it.
 After that, we fell into a rhythm, having sex just about every day, sometimes two or three times, and in one magnificent day of summer vacation, five times. We tended to fall into a pattern- I’d lick her sweet juicy slit to a good hard cum, then we’d fuck. She loved experimenting with different positions, but finally decided she liked doggy-style best- on her hands and knees, leaning against a wall, bent over a table. I usually wore a condom, but sometimes we were in too big a hurry- I’m really, really lucky she never came up pregnant.
All this talk with Crys, the memories of Marley, had my cock starting to harden again. Crys felt it and adjusted it to keep it inside her, fondling my nuts to help it along.
“Tell me about some of the others,” she said, while her pussy squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, and our breathing got a little deeper and quicker.
So I told her about Caitlyn, the skinny flat-chested 8-year-old blonde who loved to suck my cock while we watched the videos her father had made of her being gang banged by her 10-year-old brother and his friends. She was too small for me (or her father) to fuck, but the girl just loved getting adult dick in her mouth and boy dick in her cunt- but never anything (not even a finger) in her ass, because she thought that was “icky.” 69ing was her favorite, and more than once I licked little boy cum out of her rubbery little cunt. A few times, she sucked my dick while her brother fucked her from behind; she liked that a lot. And twice, because she really wanted to see it, her brother and I sucked each other off; I think I enjoyed it more than he did.
I also told Crys about Jenny, the 12-year-old cockhound who liked to fuck in places where we might get caught; the thrill of possible discovery made it much more intense for her. I didn’t stay with Jenny long; the idea of getting caught may have aroused her but it scared the shit out of me. While we were together, we fucked behind a dumpster at the mall, in bushes at a park, on the living room sofa while her parents slept not 20 feet away, in a swing while kids played nearby. She sucked me in a theater, I licked her in the girl’s bathroom at a park, we 69ed late at night on a bus stop bench- and just barely walked away before a cop car cruised by.
Jenny was always fun and always willing, but always scary.
By this time, I was fully hard again and Crys was sliding up and down on my cock again.
“Go on,” she gasped. “This is so hot.”
 So I told her about how once, when I was much younger, I’d traveled to Mexico and found a pedo brothel. For a ridiculously small sum of money, I found myself naked in a room with four little girls. I spent three hours playing around, in all possible permutations, with a 6-year-old, two 9-year-olds and a girl who claimed to be 11 but was probably at least 13. They stroked and sucked, spread their legs to be licked and fingered, rubbed their bodies all over me, licked and fingered and rubbed each other. The session ended with me spreadeagled on the bed, one of the 9-year-olds riding my cock, the 11-year-old riding my tongue and the other two on my hands, riding the fingers up their tight twats. All of us came at the same time, supposedly- I know the girl on my cock came when I did, because I felt her pussy spasming. And the one on my face filled my mouth with juice, but I suspect the other two just faked it.
Crys was riding hard and fast, jittering around to get maximum cunt rubbing from my aching cock. I reached between us and stared rubbing her clit, which sent her into even jerkier motion.
 Kathy was a 10-year-old slut, obviously broken in and well used to sex before I even met her. Her then-12-year-old brother popped her oral cherry when she was 6, and her pussy cherry when she was 7. She didn’t say anything to anyone because she really liked it. He  started passing her around to his friends, and she started making herself available to her male friends, so that by the age of 9, she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and bang six or seven guys in a row before she needed a rest break- after which, she could fuck four or five more before she got too sore.
 Her father caught her pulling a train at her brother’s 15th birthday party- Kathy was the party favor, and when her father walked in, she was on her back with her brother’s cock in her cunt, his best friend’s cock in her mouth, and another cock in each hand. Dad blew up and kicked everybody’s ass but hers; he took Kathy into her room for an explanation, and wound up fucking her himself, something he kept doing and, for all I know, is still doing all these years later.
I met 12-year-old Karen at the library; she was ahead of me in a short line to check out. She had a small, boyish little butt and two cute tiny cones that just barely rose off her chest. She stepped back to let someone pass through the line and bumped that hot little ass against my hardon. She looked back over her shoulder with a big grin and ground her ass back against me, looking into my eyes while she did.
She waited for me to check out, and we walked out the door together, talking as if we’d known each other forever. Without even asking, she got into my car with me and had her hand on my dick before we’d left the parking lot. We were barely inside my place before she had her clothes off, then my clothes off, and then were banging on the floor like a couple of rabbits. Karen came twice before I did, and as soon as I was done and rolled off her, she was busy sucking and licking me clean and working on getting me hard again.
The second time, she climbed on top and rode me until she came twice more and I again filled her cunt with spunk.
Crys groaned and slammed herself down on me, her cunt clutching and fluttering on my cock as she came. I was close but managed to hold on as she bucked and jerked through a really hard one. As I kept talking, she relaxed for a moment, then started wiggling her hips around, massaging her pussy with my cock.
Karen and I fucked once more that day before I was just too drained to get it up again. She showed up at my place early the next morning, wearing painted-on shorts with a wet spot already formed in the crotch, and a tight shirt that clung to her tiny titties and stiff nipples. Once again, she was barely inside the door before she was naked and opening my pants. She hopped up on the kitchen table, spread her legs to show off her bald little cunt, and demanded to be fucked.
I had no intention of disappointing her and didn’t. But first, I licked her to a really good cum, and wasn’t terribly surprised to find out she’d already been fucked at least once that morning.
She’d brought some Viagra, and it really came in handy that day. My cock was just the right size for her- not as big as Daddy’s, which stretched her a little too much, but bigger than her brother’s, which didn’t stretch her enough. Besides the kitchen table, I fucked her doggie on the living room sofa, standing up holding her in the hallway, cowgirl while we watched kiddie porn on my computer monitor, on the counter in the bathroom, and finally up the ass against the wall in the shower, while the hot water slowly cooled.
By the time she left in mid-afternoon, I could barely stand and the wet spot on her shorts was from my leaking cum not her leaking girl juices.
Crys was once again pistoning on my cock, panting and moaning while I gasped out the story of Karen. My hands were clutching those big boobs, squeezing so hard I discovered later I’d left bruises. I’d been on the edge so long it was actually a surprise when I started cumming, filling her pussy once again with a huge load of babymakers. The first shot of jiz against her cervix sent Crys over too, and both of us yelled out as our crotches ground together.
Completely drained, Crys started to collapse, and it was all I could do to keep her from pitching backward onto the floor. She grabbed my shoulders with shaky hands, pulled herself back up and flopped heavily against my chest. We stayed that way for a long time, as my cock softened and eventually slipped out of her soaked pussy, a flood of our combined cum coating my balls and the chair.
Eventually, we were able to move again.
Crys lifted her head and gave me a fierce kiss before easing herself off my lap and tottering over to the sink.
“You’re really good,” she said, wetting a dish towel and wiping at her crotch. “Thanks. And those stories really got me hot.”
“Oh, thank you, darling,” I said, still unwilling to move. “Now I’ve got another story to tell the next girl who decides to rape me.”
She laughed. “I guess I did, didn’t I? You didn’t seem to be fighting it too hard.”
“I just gave in to the inevitable. I was powerless to stop you.”
“There’s an idea. Maybe I’ll tie you up next time, make sure you’re really powerless.” I was delighted at the idea of their being a next time; Crys was the first fuck I’d had since leaving Marley about six weeks before, and that was a long stretch for me.
Crys wet the towel again and tossed it to me so I could clean up. She asked where I kept the clean towels, and pulled one out of the drawer when I told her. Folding it in half, she spread it on her chair and carefully sat down.
“Catch the leaks,” she explained, “since somebody made me all oozy.”
“Happens when you rape somebody,” I said, shuddering slightly at little aftershock orgasms as I wiped cum off my cock. “We should’ve used a condom.”
“No way!” she exclaimed. “I like feeling oozy. It’s not a proper fuck if I don’t feel a load of cum in my cunt. Just hope I don’t get pregnant,” she added wistfully, then laughed at the look on my face. “Just kidding. I’m on the pill, so it’s cool.”
Good thing. I hadn’t even thought about a condom. Marley wasn’t having periods yet, so I hadn’t used one in over a year. That was part of the reason her mother started getting suspicious; Marley’d forgotten to rinse out a pair of panties before throwing them in to be washed, and her mother wondered about the crusty spots.
“So, you fucking any other young girls around here, or am I the first?” Crys asked.
“Just you so far,” I said, tossing the towel at the sink (and missing).
“That won’t last long, I bet,” she said with a grin. Leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, she added, “Got anyone else in mind?”
So I found myself telling her about the Little Goddess, and clever Crys caught the tone of my voice, the sense of my words.
“You really like this one, don’t you? You don’t just want to fuck her, you want to be with her, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I denied. “I don’t even know her. I just think she has a hot body and a cute face.”
“You trying to bullshit me or yourself?”
I opened my mouth to protest, realized neither of us would buy it, then smiled ruefully. “Both, I guess. I know it’s silly, but I just have this feeling about her, that I really ought to get to know her, not just fuck her. Dunno why.”
“It’ll work out. You seem to have a way with girls- look how you took advantage of me” I snorted, and she laughed.
“Well,” she said, standing up and holding her arms out for a hug, “now that I’ve been well and thoroughly fucked, I’m going to go find Tracey. We’re supposed to go to the mall later.”
“I thought she was mad at you and trying to hunt you down.”
“Nah, I lied. She’s not mad at me- though she might be if she ever finds out I found a really nice cock to ride and didn’t share.”
 We hugged and kissed, our naked bodies pressed companionably together, and she got dressed (placing folded toilet paper in her panties, to catch leaks). She promised to see me later, wished me luck with the Little Goddess, then bent to give my cock a quick kiss and the admonishment, “I’ll see you later, too.”
And with a laugh and a wave, she left.
Satiated, happier and more content that I’d been in a while, I sort of drifted through the next several hours as I did a little housecleaning, finished and sent off a romance story for a women’s magazine, ate lunch, checked email. Crys was a little older than I usually go for, and I actually prefer small “starter tits” to really big ones, but she had the trim body I prefer and was a really good fuck, so I wasn’t about to complain.
But I couldn’t help wishing the Little Goddess would be as easy.
 By mid-afternoon, I was still feeling mellow and well off, but I was tired of the house. I didn’t need to go anywhere, but I needed to go somewhere so I hopped in the car and drove off to the library. Nothing I really needed to do there, but they’re always a good place to scope out sexy young girls.
I hit the jackpot. The Little Goddess was there, using one of the public access computers to surf the web. My eyes fastened on her and I almost stopped dead to stare. I didn’t; I’ve had too many years of practice at covering my ass to be so obvious.
Her ass looked delightful, the yellow pants looser than I would’ve liked, but still tight enough to outline her magnificent ass orbs. They didn’t move much when she walked; she hadn’t developed that hip-swinging rhythm that so many women get some time after puberty hits. Maybe it was because she strode or stalked when she walked, a very determined and purposeful movement, rather than a casual stroll. I’d have given my left nut to kiss and fondle that ass, and the right one to watch it bounce while my cock slammed into her cunt from behind.
Said cock, despite having been drained twice just a few hours before, decided to rise up and join the conversation. I didn’t want her to see it, even though showing off a hardon had proved in the past to be a good way to catch the attention of little girls. But, I wanted the Little Goddess to like me, not just my hard dick. (Well, I wanted her to like that too, a lot, but I wanted to get her interested in me as a person first. Fucking would come after. Hopefully, not long after.)
Grabbing a magazine at random from the rack, I sat down in a comfortably overstuffed chair and pretended to read while I watched both her and the other young girls who flitted here and there. There was a particularly cute little 10-year-old who was giggling around a table with some of her friends. She was beautiful- an oval face with big brown eyes, a straight-as-an-arrow nose and a broad, generous mouth. Honey-blond hair flowed down her back, swinging as she giggled and wiggled. Thin, flat-chested and almost no butt, I figured her pussy was probably too small for me anyway, but I looked forward to seeing her again in a year or two.
The Little Goddess appeared to be surfing a variety of web sites. When I noticed her log onto Facebook, I casually wandered behind her chair to try to catch her name. She was on there as Caitlynn Turner, given age of 16 (which was obviously a lie) and seemed to have a lot of friends; I was willing to bet most of them were guys. I wasn’t sure if that was her real name, or maybe not her real last name, but I’d decided to start thinking of her as Caitlynn, or maybe just Kate. No, she’d never be a Kate- she’d always be a Caitlynn.
I was just putting a magazine back on the rack when I noticed Caitlynn logging off. I managed to time it so we reached the door together, and I opened it for her.
“Thanks,” she said, no spark of recognition in her eyes.
“You’re welcome. Decide to leave the dog home today?” She looked at me closer then.
“Oh, yeah. You’re the guy from the store the other day. How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. How ‘bout you?”
“Doin’ OK. Better when I don’t have Fluffy with me.”
“Fluffy?” I asked, amused. Of all the names I could’ve applied to that beast, “Fluffy” was way down on the list.
“Yeah, well, my sister named him,” she said, looking a bit chagrined. “She was 6 at the time. And he was kinda fluffy as a puppy.”
“Well, I suppose it’s too late to name him ‘Slobbery,’ ”  I said, smiling. “It’d just confuse him.”
She snickered. “Be accurate, though.”
By now, we’d reached my car, which was an older blue sedan, picked deliberately because it was basically unnoticeable. A man whose pastime involves illegal immoral acts with underage girls learns how to blend in.
“I’d offer you a ride,” I said, “but you have to promise you’re not armed or some kind of pervert.” Oh, if only you were, my dear. My kind of pervert. She laughed.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it isn’t safe to get into a car with a strange girl?” She eyed me a second, obviously deciding if I was dangerous or not, then shrugged. “OK. It’s not far, but it beats walking. Just drop me at the store. I need to pick up a couple of things anyway.”
And not lead me right to your door. Good thinking, Caitlynn. You’re smart and I like that. All my girls have been smart, at least for their ages.
We got to the store all too quickly, and she scrambled out after thanking me and promising to see me later. I watched her in the mirror as I pulled away, and she strode through the automatic doors as if she had places to go and things to do. I liked watching her walk; it was a determined stride, the walk of someone who knew where she was going and was eager to get there.
I’d barely gotten in the house and turned on the TV when there was a banging at the back door. To my delight, it was Crys, looking a little out of breath but smiling.
“Hi!” she said, bouncing in and giving me a quick hug and a brief kiss. “I saw you at the store with Caitlynn. Is she like your Little Goddess?”
“Yeah, she is,” I admitted. “Do you know her?”
“Only since like forever,” she said cheerfully, helping herself to a can of pop. “You know, if I’m going to keep coming over here for like sex and stuff, the least you can do is pick up some Dew. Especially if I’m going to help you with Caitlynn and stuff.” She wandered into the living room, looking around and making appreciative noises about my computer and the big flat screen TV.
“Anyway, you’ve picked a tough one this ti’me, dude,” she said, flopping down on the couch and patting the cushion next to her. “Caitlynn moved next door when I was 6 and we’ve been best buds and like sisters from different misters ever since. She’s only had one boyfriend, and when he tried to touch her tits, she kneed him in the balls.” I winced, my own balls tingling as Crys ran her hand over my crotch. “And that sure would be a waste of these.”
“She’s a virgin and intends to stay that way,  she says. I know she masturbates, ‘cause we’ve done it together a lot.” My cock snapped upright at that visual. She laughed when she felt it lurch against her hand. “Like that idea, huh? Wanna watch us sometime?”
“God,” I breathed. “More than you can imagine. I’ve always loved watching girls masturbate, but most of ‘em are either too shy, too embarrassed, or figure if I’m sitting there with a hardon, why waste it?” She laughed and squeezed me.
“Well, I kinda doubt I could talk her into it, but maybe after you’ve seduced her, she might go for it. In the meantime....” Crys stood up, slid her pants to the floor and sat down leaning against the armrest, her legs thrown over my lap, her bare pussy wet, open and staring at me.
“You shaved!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah,” she said, grinning. “I figured since you’ve been banging 8 and 10-year-olds, you might prefer a bald beaver.”
“I do, actually,” I said, leaning over and kissing her while I ran my fingers over her bald mound. “I hate picking hair out of my teeth.” She laughed.
“You’ll get a chance at that later,” she said. “Right now, just watch while I tell you about Caitlynn.” She pushed my hand away, then started running one finger over her slit, rubbing her lips and caressing her hole. Her clit rose up like a little erection, and she started pinching and squeezing it with her other hand as she kept talking.
“A couple of years ago, Caitlynn and I were having a sleepover. While we were rubbing our pussies, I asked if she’d ever let anyone lick her. She said no, and it sounded gross. Hey, she was only 11. But this older boy, Bobby, who was like 15 at the time, had showed me how great cunt lapping feels, and I told her it was really cool, and one thing led to another and we wound up eating each other out.”
I’d been rubbing my cock through my pants as Crys told her story and masturbated for me, But the mental image of Caitlynn and Crys locked lips to cunt was too much; I almost tore my pants getting them off and started stroking hard and fast.
“Hey, don’t wear that out,” Crys laughed. “I have plans for it later.”
“Anyway,” she continued, “Caitlynn decided she really liked getting licked, so we did that a lot for the next few months., We even tried going crotch-to-crotch a few times, you know, rubbing our pussies together. But Caitlynn started getting worried that we were being too lez, so she didn’t want to do it anymore, and we went back to just masturbating together. Too bad, ‘cause that girl can really lick pussy good.” she sighed, dipping a finger inside herself and pumping it in and out slowly.
“So a few months ago, me and Caitlynn and Ryan snuck out one night and went to the park. Ryan had some really killer smoke, and we got really wasted. Pot always makes me horny, and I told Ryan I’d blow him if he licked me and Caitlynn, ‘cause Ryan’s really good at cunt licking, too. Well, Caitlynn was all, ‘Ew, not me!’ for a while, but after she saw how hard I came when he did it, she let him do her. And she was all moaning, and stuff and talking about how she missed getting licked, and she came really hard, too. She got all embarrassed afterwards, and walked off when I started sucking Ryan, and was kinda weird for a few days, but then one day when we were at my place and nobody else was around, she had me call Ryan so he could come over and do us again. So he did, but instead of blowing him, I wanted a good fuck, and this time Caitlynn wanted to watch. So while Ryan’s banging away, Caitlynn was really rubbing herself hard and all three of us came at like almost exactly the same time, and it was really hot.”
Crys’s voice and breathing were both getting a little ragged, as her fingers pumped her cunt while she pinched and tugged at her clit. Precum was flowing out of my cock and I was smearing it over my head and shaft, watching this hottie get herself off, listening to her stories about the girl of my dreams.
“So maybe that’s how you can get her,” she said, panting and starting to buck her hips. “Offer to lick... her cunt and don’t try... to fuck her right away... and maybe she’ll come around... some day. Ohhhh, shiiiiit!” Her ass came up off the couch, her legs stiffened and my jiz fountained out and splatted her calves as both of us came.
She collapsed back on the couch, panting, but managed a small chuckle as I wiped my cock on her leg. The chuckle turned to a whispered “Kinky” when I lifted her leg to my mouth and licked my cum off her smooth pale flesh.
When her leg was clean, I set it back on my lap and began running my hands slowly up and down her thighs, getting close to but never quite touching her soaked pussy, its inner lips pouting out, its clit sheath relaxed but still poking out of the top. I was still bemused and grateful that she’d gone to the trouble of shaving it for me, guessing rightly that I loved bare pussy. Most of my girls hadn’t been able to grow cunt fur, and I’d grown used to the taste and feel of bare flesh. It was an incredibly thoughtful thing for her to do, especially since it couldn’t possibly grow back by the time school started again and she would undoubtedly face questions and teasing in gym class.
Her bright eyes watched me as I slid my hand up to her cunt and extended one finger to rub slowly along her slippery lips. Her legs spread apart slowly, invitingly, as I stroked up and down, feeling the soft rubberiness of her, the heat, the juices beginning again to flow. She sighed and leaned back, scooting down a little on the couch as I began slowly flicking at her clit.
Sliding out from under her legs, I pulled her down until her head was resting on the cushioned armrest, then bent forward and inhaled the musky sweet tang of her; she smelled sharper and more pungent than my younger ones, but not as powerful as a grown woman. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Crys’s hand came up to rest on my head, urging me on without pressure. Her right leg went to the floor while her left hooked over the back of the couch, opening her pussy wide and inviting me to dive in. How could I turn down an invitation like that? I leaned forward and pressed my nose on her clit, while my tongue snaked out and began probing at her hole.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, stroking my hair. “Lick me good, Barry. I shaved it just for you, so you could lick my little girl cunt. Just skin, just the way you like it.”
I started licking up and down her gash, stopping now and then to plant little kisses around the edges. She moaned when I ran it across her clit, then jumped when I fastened my mouth on it and sucked her little bud as deeply into my mouth as I could and held it there. One finger slipped into her tight hole, rubbing at her pussy walls as I slowly rotated it until I was behind her pubic arch, searching for her G-spot. There was no question when I found it; she let out a yelp and pushed herself hard against my face.
I kept rubbing, kept up the suction on her clit, as her moans got louder and her hips started pumping at my sucking mouth and probing finger. I was relentless, rubbing hard and fast as she raced up the peak to orgasm and then jumped over, yelling “Oh, God!” as she flooded my chin with a hard spray of pussy juice.
I didn’t stop, even though it was hard to keep my mouth in place as she thrashed and jerked around, cumming hard against my sucking mouth and twitching finger. Her cunt was spasming and squeezing, trying to squash my finger, and it kept pumping out juice like she was peeing.
Even after she went limp, I kept up my attack, although I released her clit and started using my tongue to lick up all her tasty juices. It couldn’t have been more than two or three minutes after her first orgasm peaked that her second one hit; her legs went flying straight out in the air, she mashed my head down into her cunt and wailed as it ripped through her, ripped her apart.
Crys went away for a while after that, just laying there totally limp and unmoving in some post-orgasmic universe of her own. I kissed her but her lips barely moved. Grinning, I went into the bathroom and cleaned my face and crotch, then took a wet washcloth back in and cleaned Crys’s cunt; she barely moved as I gently wiped her.
On impulse, I dug out my digital camera and took a few pictures of her red, swollen pussy, of her body stretched on the couch, a side view of her laying there. She opened one eye and asked what I was doing. When I told her I’d mask her face out later, she mumbled it didn’t matter- I wasn’t the first one to take pictures of her naked. When she offered to bring some shots of herself when she was younger, I quickly said that would be wonderful.
After a while, she sighed and rolled over on her side, watched me typing away at my novel for awhile.
“You know,” she started, then cleared her throat when it came out rough and hoarse. “You know, if you’re always that good, Caitlynn’s going to love getting licked by you.”
“I just hope I have a chance to show her,” I said, looking over at my little lover. She looked really hot laying there, young and vulnerable, sultry and satisfied, naked and willing. My cock started stiffening again as I walked over and sat on the floor next to her, running a hand down her side, coming to rest on her narrow hip.
She reached down and idly started stroking my cock, not trying to get me off but just completing the sexual circuit between us. I leaned over and kissed her, and this time she responded with tongue and enthusiasm. One thing led to another, and in a few minutes, Crys was on the floor on her hands and knees while I pumped into her from behind. My abdomen bounced off her tight little ass while my cock plunged into her boiling hot pussy. She came, squeezing my cockhead while I kept going, then came again when I splattered inside her.
Afterward, we simply lay on the floor for a while, cuddling, caressing, sometimes kissing, until with a sigh of regret, Crystal announced she had to go. I helped her dress, taking the opportunity to kiss and lick her butt, nibble at her pussy, massage her huge breasts.
Just before she walked out the door, she molded herself to me and we shared a soul-searing kiss. With the assurance that we were only getting started, she left, stopping to look back and wave from the sidewalk when she saw me watching from the window. (Which, fortunately, was tall enough to hide the fact that I was naked; I simply looked shirtless.)
And so it went for the next several days. Crystal would show up early in the morning, then return either in the afternoon or evening. We fucked, sucked and licked in every room in the house, in every position we could think of. She was obviously experienced in every form of sex, and by the end of the week, I was afraid I was going to have to see the doctor about getting some Viagra- the girl is insatiable.
Saturday morning, there was the usual Crys knock at the door at 9:30. I was already naked and hard in anticipation, so just in case, I looked out through the door window. She was alone so I let her in; she was delighted that I was obviously ready for her, and quickly stripped off her clothes. Grabbing the kitchen counter, she leaned forward and stuck her butt out; I stepped behind her, swiped my cock on her wet gash a few times, then sank my cock to the roots in her ready, clutching cunt. Neither of us said anything as the kitchen filled with the sound of flesh slapping together, of pants and quick breaths, of squishing as hard cock slid in and out of wet pussy. Crys went over first, but I was only a few strokes behind her.
Still buried in her, I guided us over to a chair and sat down with her in my lap, my arms around her while I nuzzled her neck.
“That’s such a great way to start the day,” she sighed.
“Or end it, or anything in between,” I agreed.
She giggled. “Yeah.” She cuddled into me with a sigh. “Wish I could just move in here, so we could spent the whole day with your cock in me, fucking whenever we wanted, or just sitting around kinda connected like this. You’re the...” she paused while she counted “... fifth guy I’ve ever fucked, and you are by far the best. No one else has ever made me cum as much or as hard as you.”
“A man’s only as good as his partner,” I lied glibly. “You’re an amazingly good fuck yourself.” Which wasn’t a lie.
“Why, thank you, sir,” she said, twisting around to give me a peck on the cheek. “You’ve just earned yourself another round. But not right now, because I have a surprise for you.”
“I love surprises. Gimme, gimme.”
She laughed. “I can’t. You have to come over to my house about quarter after 11. My parents are heading up north-” she glanced at the clock- “right about now to take my brother to some camp, and they won’t be back until late tonight. Don’t drive your car, come around to the side door, and don’t be early. ‘K?”
“OK,” I said, a bit wary. “We can’t do it here?”
“Nope. Gots to be there. And much as I like sitting here on your dick, I’ve got to get going so I can get it all ready for you.” She eased herself off said dick, turned and kissed me hard. “You’re going to want to shower, shave, put on some nice cologne. Doesn’t matter what you wear, ‘cause you won’t be wearing it long.” She grinned and started dressing.
Intrigued, I did as she suggested- showered, shaved (including, on impulse, my pubes; now I looked like a 12-year-old too), put on some of my favorite cologne. I dressed nice anyway, gray suit pants, a light blue shirt; I wanted to look nice for her, even if I wouldn’t have them on long.
It’s about a 10-minute walk from my house to Crys’s, and I had to force myself to wait; the last few minutes before the clock read 11:05 took hours. I had to force myself to stroll casually, not jog like I wanted to. Whatever she had planned, I was sure the sexy, horny, inventive Crystal was going to make it something wonderful. Wonderfully smutty, too.
The house was an older two-story green affair, with a wide porch stretching the width of the house. The side door was painted a cheery yellow, and a naked Crys opened it almost before I finished knocking. She grabbed my arm, pulled me in and shut the door, then molded herself to me, her lips glued to mine.
“Hi,” she said, when she finally pried herself free.
“Hi yourself. I like the way you answer the door. I bet the pizza guy does too.”
She giggled. “I bet he would. Maybe I should do that some time. But for now, let’s get you naked.”
She wouldn’t let me help, as she swiftly peeled off my clothes, taking just a few seconds for a quick deep throat of my cock. When I was bare and hard, she grabbed my cock and started leading me upstairs like a pull toy.
“OK, here’s the deal. The surprise is in my room. You can’t say a thing, not one word, the whole time, not even after. If you really have to say anything, whisper it to me really, really quietly.” By this time, we were at a closed door with  a brass “Crystal’s Lair” nameplate.
“Close your eyes and remember- no talking,” she said quietly. Eyes tightly shut, I heard the door squeak slightly as it opened, then Crystal pulled me inside by the dick and closed the door with the same thin squeak.
“We’re here. Open your eyes.”
The curtains were closed, but the dimness of the room was relieved by several burning candles, which brought not only light but the slight scent of bayberry. It was a very girly room, lots of white with purple accents, an old wooden desk painted a hideous violet, posters of rock groups and teen stars on the wall. On the bed was....
I just stared, frozen. My cock lurched in Crystal’s grasp and spat out a shot of precum on the floor, like a one-shot orgasm.
Because there on the bed, naked, spreadeagled with her wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts by neckties, a festive checked bandana tied over her eyes, lay Caitlynn, my Little Goddess.
Stunned and more aroused than I could ever remember, I couldn’t move and didn’t really want to. I could’ve stayed there forever, drinking in her beauty and sexiness, falling to my knees and worshiping her as a Little Goddess should be worshiped. She was everything I could’ve desired, and more than I could’ve imagined.
My eyes started at the bottom, working their way up. She had small, delicate feet, the nails painted soft pink. Her thin ankles were almost knife sharp in back; the inside of the left one had a temporary tattoo of Hello Kitty. Her legs were thin but had more shape and definition than Crystal’s; a woman’s curvy succulent legs in miniature.
Thick, matted brown curls hid her pussy, but shiny matted curls showed where her hole must be. Small, slightly rounded hips led up to a narrow waist, a flat abdomen with a cute little outie bellybutton led up a slender frame to two exquisite apple-sized breasts, slightly oval rather than round. Long, slender, almost bony arms led to graceful hands with long, thin fingers. A smooth thin neck led up to her beautiful face, those wonderfully full lips, that thin straight nose. Her gloriously thick hair curled out in a halo around her.
I wanted her so badly it hurt. Not just physically, although I wanted to leap on her and fuck her until neither of us could walk. I also wanted to just hold her, talk to her, share things with her, be with her.
It was such an intense jolt, so unlike anything I’d ever felt for any other lover (legal or not), it scared me. Crystal broke through, started me moving and thinking again.
“OK, that’s my best friend on the bed, let’s just call her Jane. And the guy you can’t see, Jane, is the one I told you about, the one who licks pussy so good. We’ll just call him Dick, ‘cause he’s got a really nice one.” She giggled. “Jane wants to you lick her pussy, and you better do a good job ‘cause she bet me 10 bucks you can’t be as good as I say you are. Prove her wrong and make me some money. Oh, and I told her about you being shy, which is why she’s tied up and blindfolded, so she can’t see who you are.”
“But,” she continued, “Jane is a virgin and wants to stay that way. You have to promise you won’t try to fuck her, and you have to promise not to get cum too near her cunt ‘cause she doesn’t want to get pregnant. That a deal?”
I nodded.
“OK, he nodded yes, Jane. Now tell him you want him to lick your cunt, just so he knows you agree, too.”
“I...” her musical voice was hesitant, a little shy. “I want you to do it.”
“Do what, Jane? Tell Dick just what you want him to do.”
Her face, neck and chest were flushed in embarrassment. “I want you to lick me.”
“Where? You gotta tell him where.”
“Oh, God, this is so embarrassing, Crystal.” She took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “OK. Dick, I want you to lick my pussy. And you better be as good as Crys says, ‘cause this is like so weird and kinda scary,” she added forcefully. Crys laughed and I chuckled.
I sat on the bed next to her, and she shuddered a little when my hip touched hers. I put my hand on her thigh and ran it slowly up toward her crotch, carefully avoiding her mound. I ran it across her abdomen, then down the other thigh; her skin was soft, smooth and warm, a very light fuzz showing she didn’t shave her legs yet.
My hand ran back up her thigh then continued until it cupped a small breast, the tiny tit completely covered by my palm, the hard nipple pressed into me. Caitlynn sighed.
“That feels really good and all, but when does the licking start? I’m horny, dammit, and I wanna cum.”
I grinned, then leaned over and sucked her free nipple into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue before opening wider and sucking almost her entire tit into my mouth.
She moaned at that.
Leaving her firm delightful tit, my hand slid down her stomach and stopped just above her pubic patch. I lifted my hand and plucked daintily, not touching skin, just playing with her fur. Then a wicked idea hit me, and I looked over at Crystal with a big grin. She was watching us with one finger wiggling inside her pussy, her thighs already slick. When I whispered my idea in her ear, she laughed and said, “Brilliant!”
“I’m gonna be right back, Caitlynn. Don’t go anywhere. And don’t let him rape you, you slut.”
“I’m Jane, remember? Jane,” she said, blushing again.”And if he rapes me, I’m gonna kill both of you.”
Crystal was gone just a minute before she returned with scissors, a wet washcloth and a towel. She moved to the bed and slapped Caitlynn on the hip. “Lift your ass a minute.”
“Why?” Caitlynn asked, as she complied.
“So I can put a towel under your butt,” Crys replied, spreading it out. “OK, you can relax.”
I took the scissors and sat down between Caitlynn’s spread legs. I plucked at her cunt hair again, then snipped off a pinch.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” Caitlynn demanded, her head off the pillow as if she could actually see through the bandana wrapped around her head. “Are you shaving me? I don’t want to be as bald as you, Crystal- you look like you’re 10.”
“Just a trim, Jane,” Crystal reassured her. “It feels better without so much fuzz in the way, believe me. Now hold still- that’s a bad spot to make a mistake.”
The whole time I was trimming, Caitlynn was nervous and fussy, saying things like, “Why is some guy I don’t know trimming my pussy hair?” and “How do you always manage to talk me into weird shit, Crystal?”
By the time I wiped the washcloth over her to get all the stray hairs out, Caitlynn had a slightly ragged but fairly short pubic patch, and her pussy was revealed in all its juicy, leaky glory. Apparently, she liked getting trimmed, despite her complaints.
Pussies are all basically variations on a theme, so why did this one strike me as the most wonderful cunt ever grown on a woman? Her mound pushed it out and slightly away from her body, holding it up as if inviting my cock to invade. Her lips, full, swollen and red, started nearly at her cute puckered asshole and climbed high on her abdomen, a long lovely split guarding the entrance to heaven.
A long, thin sheath rose from the top of her slit, her clit poking out like a miniature cock peeking out of its foreskin. I leaned down and lightly kissed it; Caitlynn shuddered.
“ ‘Bout time.”
Crystal had Caitlynn lift her butt again and removed with towel with its pile of pubic curls, then took it out of the room to dispose of them somewhere. I positioned myself between Caitlynn’s legs, hard cock laid along my stomach and leaking precum on the spread. My hands resting on her thighs, I brought my face close and blew a warm stream of air all over her slit and clit. I brought my hands up, pulled her lips open without actually touching them, and blew some more.
“Oh, that feels nice,” Caitlynn sighed. I leaned forward just a little more and ran my nose up and down her slit, coating it with her slickness and filling my senses with her perfume. She was musky but not pungent, crisp but soft. And finally, I licked her once, hole to clit. Yep, she’d used a douche or some sort of female thing that made her taste like strawberries. Musky, girlish strawberries.
I ran my tongue through her again, savoring the taste, the moisture, the heat, the scent. Slowly and steadily, I worked at her lips, avoiding her clit at one end and her fuckhole at the other. Up, down, across, around, while Caitlynn’s breathing sped up, and her lovely slim ass started hunching up at me.
A long sweep from bottom to top then, and I started flicking at her exposed clit, bouncing it, pushing it, nipping it lightly with my teeth. She moaned, uttered a quiet, “Oh, goddamn.” My lips fastened onto it, while my tongue flicked it. I sucked it in, nipped at it, washed it with my tongue. My head bobbed up and down as her hips rose and fell, the primal rhythm, the rhythm of Eve, the rhythm of life. I started sucking her clit in and out, teeth not quite closed, just enough to rub it as it slid in and out, fucking my mouth with her clit.
Caitlynn arched up, groaned and went rigid, a spray of pussy juice splashing against my chin. I sucked in hard and held it, my tongue lashing across it as her orgasm ripped through her, running out from her overheated center to crash into her skull and toes and come rocketing back, crashing into the next wave and racing out again.
With a grunt, Caitlynn dropped back on the bed, sucking in great lungfuls of air, heart pounding against her ribs. She grunted again when I released her clit, jerking once then laying still.
I lifted my head when I heard Crystal moan; she was braced with one hand on her desk while the other clawed at her cunt; I knew the signs, knew she was having a good hard cum of her own.
That only left me, but at the rate my cock was leaking, there wasn’t going to be much left for me to cum with. It didn’t really matter; I wasn’t done with Caitlynn anyway.
To give her a little time to recover, I left her hypersensitive pussy alone and started kissing and licking my way up her body. She managed a weak smile when I stopped to suck on that cute bellybutton. Resting my weight on my forearms, I moved up until I could suck on her tits, flick her nipples with my tongue, caress her aureole with my lips.
“Crys was right,” Caitlynn murmured. “You are good,” I moved up and kissed her lips; she responded but broke off in a panic when the top of my cock brushed her pussy. “No, don’t! No fucking, remember? You promised me. Please don’t.”
Horrified that I’d scared her, I reached down and bent my dick away, let it come to rest against her thigh. And kissed her again, lightly. I kissed her cheeks, nipped at an earlobe, nuzzled and licked her neck, then started moving back down, kissing and tonguing her nipples, her chest, her firm flat stomach, her abdomen. Avoiding her pussy, I moved down her legs until I planted a kiss on her right foot, then planted a kiss on the left one and began moving back up until I ran my tongue along the fold where leg becomes torso.
And then I went back to work on her cunt, as she let out a little squeak and asked, “Again? Oh, god.”
I worked her slit again for a while, then moved down and started lapping at her fuckhole, teasing and probing. She was tight, very tight, and I could just imagine how wonderful it would be to slide my cock in there, to feel it squeezed and clenched. But a promise was a promise.
I finally managed to open her enough to slip my tongue in; sweet nectar poured over my mouth. I pushed it in as far as I could, then started tongue fucking her while I reveled in the taste and smell. One hand slid up her body and fastened on a tit, squeezing and caressing, pinching the nipple.
Caitlynn wasn’t hunching this time, just wiggling around and twitching- which made it damned hard to keep my tongue in place. But I managed to stay with her and her groans and growls, her quick intakes of breath, let me know she was enjoying it. Maybe even as much as I was. But then, I had an advantage- I was licking a girl I was hopelessly in lust with, while she was just being licked by some guy she didn’t know.
Some guy whose probing tongue brought another intense orgasm ripping through her and a flood of female cum into my face, so much I thought I might drown. Which I considered a small price to pay for bringing so much pleasure to my Little Goddess.
When her quivering and little yips died away, I pulled my tongue out of her, sat up and wiped my face with my hand. And was grabbed from behind and pulled off the bed by Crystal, who demanded, “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
She jumped up on her desk and spread her legs, her bald wet pussy open and inviting. I glanced back at Caitlynn, who was panting on the bed and sucking in great lungfuls of air, then stepped over and slid my hard cock into Crystal’s tight cunt. I doubt it took a dozen strokes before she clamped down and screamed out her orgasm. I kept pumping, and it probably wasn’t a dozen more before I flooded her with all the cum left in my body, squirt after hard squirt that I wished I was pumping into Caitlynn.
When I was finished, I slumped forward, shaky arms planted on the desk to keep from collapsing. Crystal was already flat on the desk, panting hard, eyes closed. She bucked and shuddered through an aftershock when I pulled slowly out of her and collapsed back onto the desk chair.
“Dick?” Caitlynn said weakly from the bed. “Thank you. That was like the ultimate cum. You can lick my pussy anytime you want- just give me a few days to recover first.”
I smiled.
So that was my first encounter with the magical Caitlynn. A few days later, I ran into her coming out of the store as I was going in. We exchanged a few pleasantries and she was about to walk off when I stopped her and asked, “Did you mean it?”
“Did I mean what,” she asked, frowning.
“You’ve had a few days to recover. Would you like me to lick your pussy again?”
Shock and horror danced across her face.
“That was you? But you’re old.”
“I prefer to say ‘experienced.’ And that was an experience I’ll never forget and would be happy to repeat, if you’d like.”
“But you could be like my father. You mean you and Crys... and you and me... Oh, God, this is too weird, I can’t cope, I can’t deal.” And she pushed past me and ran off.
Depressed and devastated, sure I’d blown it forever, I left the store and went home. I cried on the way. And cried some more when I got there.
I saw Caitlynn once in the next ten days, and that was at a distance; when she saw me, she turned and went in another direction. I was heartbroken, and started thinking about moving again, putting all this behind me and starting somewhere fresh. Again.
Crystal kept up her schedule of daily visits but refused to talk about Caitlynn.
“Yeah, we talked about you, but she’s my best bud and what she said was like private, you know? I promised her I wouldn’t tell you anything ‘cause that’s like the only way she’d talk to me, and she needed to talk to me. Don’t be so bummed, Barry. It was kind of a shock to her, and she just needs to figure out how to handle it. She might come around, and whether she does or not, hey, you still got me.”
We didn’t have sex for the first few days, but Crystal still came by and held my hand, and was almost relentlessly cheerful. She finally told me to stop the pity party, pulled my cock out of my pants and gave me the best blowjob she’d given me yet. After that, we started screwing again, but at a less intense pace.
On the morning of the tenth day, when I answered Crystal’s knock wearing just my bathrobe, I was stunned to find both Crystal and Caitlynn standing there, Caitlynn looking both curious and embarrassed. Crystal, as usual, charged right in, pulling Caitlynn with her.
“Morning, Barry,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, instead of molding herself to me and shoving her tongue down my throat, as she usually did. She grabbed my arm too and guided both Caitlynn and I into the living room. She pushed Caitlynn and I down on the couch, then pulled over the desk chair, sat down and confronted us.
“You two need to talk and quit being stupid about each other. Caitlynn, you’re weirded out ‘cause a guy over 40 gave you what you’ve admitted was the best cum of your life. You asked him not to fuck you, and he didn’t, even though he really wanted to and you couldn’t’ve stopped him if he’d tried. He did something really nice for you, and even if he is older than dirt, he’s a really nice guy and you might actually like him if you’d get over the idea that the only tongues on your cunt should be ones near your own age.”
“And you, Barry, have been moping around like the world’s coming to an end because you ambushed Caitlynn with a big shock and instead of falling into your arms, she freaked and ran off. You can’t stand the rejection because you’re in love with her, and even though she barely knows you, you think she should be madly in love with you, too. You need to give her a chance to get to know you, spend time together without sticking your tongue in her pussy and let her find out what kind of guy you are. Maybe she’ll fall in love with you, maybe she’ll just want to be friends. Maybe she’ll think you’re a big dumb asshole, but I doubt it ‘cause you’re not. Just ‘cause you grabbed her tits doesn’t mean you grabbed her heart.”
“Now both of you quit starting at me and look at each other. Try saying ‘Hi’ and introducing yourselves.”
Caitlynn and I looked at each other, both a little sheepish and greatly chastised. Smiling, I stuck out my hand.
“Hi. I’m Barry, and I’ve been stupid. Beautiful girls like you bring that out in a man, I guess, even a man as old as I am who ought to know better.” She smiled and took my hand, squeezing it firmly.
“Hi, I’m Caitlynn, and I’ve been stupid too. Even if you are older than dirt, you have a really wicked tongue, and I shouldn’t have run off after how good you made me feel. So thanks, and I’m sorry I freaked.”
“It’s OK. It was foolish of me to just dump it on you like that. I’m sorry I made you freak. And I should thank you for sharing your beautiful body with me, however briefly. And the strawberry stuff was thoughtful, so thanks.” She laughed at that, and I grinned back.
“So why do you think you’re in love with me?” she asked.
“The first time I saw you, I was struck by how beautiful you are. Your adorable face, the way the sun lit your hair, that big smile when you looked at Fluffy. Something inside me just clicked and I knew if I got to know you, you’d be beautiful on the inside, too. And I just had this... conviction that if we got to know each other, we’d fall in love. Sounds stupid, now that I say it out loud.”
“No, it doesn’t. It’s sweet,” she said, clutching my hand. “No one’s ever had that reaction to me before, or not that I know of. You really think I’m beautiful? I’m just me.”
“And that’s part of it. You’re not one of those snotty bitches who knows she’s beautiful, and thinks the world should kiss her ass because of it. But yes, I think you’re beautiful. It gives me a jolt of joy just to see you, because you’re a bright spot in the world.”
We talked for over an hour. At some point, Crystal disappeared into my bedroom to watch TV. At the end of it, Caitlynn had decided I was indeed a nice guy, she wasn’t weirded out about someone my age giving her a nice hard cum (and might let me do it again), and while we weren’t going to start dating, she’d like to get to know me as a friend. I decided my love for her was real and not just a physical thing, but that I could keep it under control and work on just being friends. And that I’d be happy to lick her anytime, to any number of hard cums she wanted.
“There’s just one other thing,” she said, after we’d shaken hands to put a seal on our truce. “Can I see that amazing dick Crystal’s been talking about?” She blushed a little. “I mean, you’ve seen me naked, so it’s only fair.”
“If you really want to,” I said, feeling my cock start to stiffen. I stood up and untied my robe, let it drop; my cock finished elevating under her intent watchful stare and stood up proud and hard.
“Wow. I’ve never seen one getting hard before. That’s kinda cool. ‘Course, I’ve only seen a couple of others- I’m not a slut like Crys.”
“Too bad,” I said, grinning, and Caitlynn laughed. She reached out tentatively, then stopped and looked up at me for approval. “It’s OK, if you want to.”
She ran a finger over the head, down the shaft, then cupped my balls and bounced them a few times before grasping the shaft and squeezing lightly.
“You’re bigger than the others. Of course, one was a 9-year-old so that’s not a real surprise. But it’s bigger than Ryan’s, too, and Crystal seemed to really like his when they were fucking.” She studied it intently, tugging on it so I’d move closer, within inches of her face. Without taking her eyes off it, she called out, “Hey, Crystal. C’mere.”
The sexy redhead bounced out of the bedroom. “Wassup? Oh, hey, I guess you guys made up, huh? Nice one, isn’t it, Caitlynn?”
“Yeah, it is. Umm... how do you give a blowjob? I mean, you say guys really like those, and I want to pay Barry back for what he did to me, so how do I do it?”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said, even though I wanted to feel her mouth on my cock more than anything else in the world. “It’s not about paybacks. I did it because I like you and I wanted to. Don’t feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to, now or ever.”
She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. “I want to. You were really good to me, and I’ve been wondering what it would be like to, you know, suck a guy. Unless you don’t want me to?”
“I would love you to,” I said, running a finger down her cheek. “As long as you don’t feel like you have to, or ought to. Only if you really want to.”
The three of us spent a delightful half hour or so with Crystal demonstrating proper blowjob techniques, her apt pupil Caitlynn watching then trying, me giving advice and encouragement. I warned Caitlynn when I was about to blow, but she just kept sucking and managed to swallow the first blast, then jerked back so the rest splattered on her face. She couldn’t decide if the facial part was really cool or really gross, but as I lovingly wiped her face, she announced that blowjobs were kinda cool. Cum was weird tasting shit, but not gross or anything.
When I turned away from her, I saw that Crystal had her pants off and was stroking her pussy.
“OK, that was really hot,” she said. “Now who’s going to get me off?”
After I ate Crystal to a really hard cum, Caitlynn decided she didn’t want to be left out, so I licked her to a really good cum, too. By that time, I was hard again and Caitlynn said she’d really like to watch Crystal and I fuck, ‘cause she really liked to watch. And she surprised and delighted me by licking my cock clean after I’d fucked her friend.
For a couple of months, the three of us had regular sex, usually once or twice a day- sometimes me and Caitlynn, sometimes me and Crystal, sometimes all three. A few times, they did each other while I watched and jerked off. At some point during all that, Caitlynn and I went beyond friendship and my Little Goddess came to love me as I did her. Crystal eased herself out of the sexual equation then, saying it wouldn’t be right anymore, and soon hooked up with Ryan as her new regular.
Two days before her 14th birthday, I gave Caitlynn a particularly memorable pussy licking, and was laying on top of her, grinding my cock against her pussy, as we’d been doing for a while. This time, Caitlynn reached between us and guided my hard cock to her wet hole.
“Push,” she said fiercely.
“Are you sure, sweetie? It’s a big step, and you only lose your cherry once.”
“Shut up and push. I know what I want.”
And so I took Caitlynn’s virginity, a treasure freely offered and lovingly accepted. It hurt a little, the first time, but I was gentle and slow. When she’d recovered a bit, Caitlynn wanted to do it again. From then on, oral sex became the exception- Caitlynn loved the feeling of my cock in her cunt, and insisted on having it there at least once a day.
 But, she was still a young girl. A couple of months before she turned 15, she decided she was in love with a boy from school and broke things off. I was hurt, but not devastated. I still loved her, but I loved her enough to let her go, knowing it’s what she needed in her life. We stayed friends, on very rare occasions made love, and she eventually graduated, went to college and met and married a really nice guy.
They named their first child Barry.
As for me, I just turned 52. I’m still living in the same place but am currently between lovers. But, there’s this really cute 11-year-old who just moved in next door, with this really sweet little ass....