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 Payback (MfF f14 reluc spanking consen)
   There was fear in her eyes; almost panic, with a blazing fury that she
could not contain.  I knew she hated me with every fiber of her being. 
That was just fine with me.  As long as the fear ruled the fury she would
be easy to control and that's what I needed right now.  There wasn't
anywhere she could go right now anyway.  No escape, no weapons, nothing she
could use to leverage the least vestige of power over what was happening to
her.  Her big green eyes were flaming and she glowered at me.  We were in
my Learjet 85.  Her seat faced mine and my bodyguards Stephen and James sat
behind her.
   "Who are you and where are you taking me?" she demanded.  She had
awakened only minutes before from the drug induced sleep I had caused her
to be placed in.  Her long blonde hair was a mess and her small body shook
with anger.
   "I'm Shelden Brooks and I'm taking you to Prince Island.  Does that mean
anything to you?
   "I know who you are," she said.  "You used to work with my father.  I
don't know anything about Prince Island.  Why are you kidnapping me?"
   "I'm not exactly kidnapping you," I told her.  "I'm teaching your father
a lesson."
   "What does that have to do with me?" she asked.  "Why aren't you
kidnapping him?"
   "No, no," I told her.  "That would be... inelegant.  He double crossed
me.  He was very good at it and as a result I temporarily lost control of
something that's very important to me.  Now he's lost control of something
very important to him.  I was able to regain control of the thing that was
important to me, but it cost me a lot.  He's going to discover that he has
no ability to recover his important thing.  That's you, and when I let him
regain control, he's going to learn they price for what he did."
   The fear began to replace the fury.  "What are you going to do to me?"
   "Anything I want to," I told her.  "Prince Island is a private island. I
own it.  Your stay there can be more or less enjoyable depending on your
behavior.  It is sixty miles of ocean from its nearest neighbor.  There
will be half a dozen people on the island.  They all work for me and some
of them will be taking care of you too.  You'll see them at mealtimes and
if you want anything you can call them.  Otherwise, it will be you and I.
If you are please me, I'll be gentle with you.  If you're uncooperative,
you'll be treated with severity."
   "What will I have to do?" she asked.  Her voice was trembling now as her
helplessness became apparent.  She was only fourteen, after all, and her
life had been a bed of roses up to this point.  It could have remained like
that, but her father had chosen his path and now hers was being chosen for
her.
   "When we get there, I'll tell you," I informed her.
   "You're going to be in a lot of trouble when my father finds out what
you've done," she shouted.
   "Why have you raised your voice?" I asked.  "I'm right here, there's no
need to shout.  You'll find that if you want to be really sinister and
intimidating, a whisper is more effective.  I don't fear your father.  He
won't risk my anger to rescue you.  There aren't any police on Prince
Island.  He only dared to do what he did because he thought I wouldn't find
out.  No, there'll be no trouble for me.  You're used to thinking your
father is invincible because he's wealthy, relatively influential and
successful.  You're going to discover that I'm all those things on a whole
different level.  I could have kidnapped him, you know.  I could have
killed him and the crime would never have been investigated.  It's better
for him to live and realize what he's done."
   I delivered the last line in a whisper and she shivered.  She still had
on her eighth grade school uniform.  "You see," I told her.  "It was much
more effective in a whisper."
   "You're an asshole," she said.  "You think just because you're bigger
and stronger than me and you've got these goons to help you that you scare
me."
   "Well, is it working?" I asked her.
   "No, I just hate you," she said "You still haven't told me what you
want."
   "Right now, you can just talk to me," I told her.  "Tell me about Kasey.
What are you like?  What do you do?  What do you want to do?"
   "I'm not telling you shit," she said.
   "There you go with the potty mouth again," I said.  "Why do you use
vulgarities like that?  It doesn't make you sound tough or sophisticated;
just vulgar and cheap.  Surely you know better words."
   "Fuck you," she said.  "I'll say anything I want to."
   "Fuck," I mused.  "Now, there's an interesting word.  You use it as if
you know something about it.  Do you like to fuck?"
   Her face turned red.  "Kiss my ass, shithead.  I'm not going to talk to
you anymore." She turned her face toward the window.
   "You're mistaken," I told her.  "You are going to talk to me.  You're
going to do each and everything I say.  Gentlemen," I turned to James and
Stephen, "I believe our guest needs a lesson."
   They stood and grasped her arms; pulling her from her seat and pushing
her toward me.  She screamed and fought, kicking and trying to bite them.
They handled her easily, placing her face down across my lap.  Her butt was
sticking up and I raised the little skirt of her school uniform.  She had
on little white lacy bikini cut panties and I removed them over her kicking
legs.  Her pert little bottom was exposed and she began to scream in
earnest now, writhing and twisting against the grip of the two burly
bodyguards.  She was cursing and spitting, trying to claw us and bite. 
When I delivered the first blow to one firm little cheek she squealed and
stiffened.  A red hand print appeared on her bottom and I smacked the other
one.  It wasn't hard enough to bruise but it must have been extremely
painful.  She cried out in pain and I continued to spank her.
   After about ten swats she was crying and her entire bottom was pink and
inflamed.  "Stop, please!" she begged.  "I'm sorry, please don't... I won't
curse anymore."
   I gave her two more swats and her little butt was flaming.  "Please,"
she begged.  "Don't hurt me anymore.  I'm sorry!  Please stop spanking me!"
   "Are you going to talk to me?" I asked her.  "No more rudeness?"
   "Yes!  Please, I'll do anything!  Just stop spanking me!"
   I doubt she had ever been spanked in her life.  It's amazing how a
little spanking changes one's outlook.  I got a tube of aloe lotion from
beside the chair and squeezed a little on her butt.
   "James and Stephen are going to release you now," I told her.  "You are
going to remain completely motionless.  I'm going to rub this lotion into
your skin so you won't have any welts.  Do you understand?"
   She nodded.  I gave her another swat.  "I don't speak sign language," I
told her.  "Tell me what you're going to do."
   "Yes," she wept.  "I'm going to stay still!"
   The men returned to their chairs and I soothed her little butt with the
lotion.  She was stiff as a board but she didn't move as my fingers
massaged the silky skin of as sexy an ass as exists on the planet.  It was
really amazing.  Her father is a fairly decent looking sort, but her mother
is a fat cow.  Maybe Kasey would duplicate that degeneration, but there was
no sign of it now.  It was positively callipygian, tight, shapely, round;
all the things that make a man look; then look again.  I caressed it enough
to make her squirm and then I sat her up.  I made her sit by me with my arm
around her and her cheek on my chest.  Tears had streaked her cheeks and I
soothed them away with a tissue.
   "I don't want to hurt you Kasey, but I will," I explained.  "As long as
you're cooperative and polite no one will ever be anything but polite to
you."
   "Can I say something that I don't want you to take like I'm not being
polite?" she asked.
   "You can say anything you like," I told her.  "I want you to talk to me
and tell me anything you want to.  As long as you don't curse or yell it's
ok."
   "How is kidnapping someone polite?" she asked.
   "It isn't," I told her.  "It's barbaric.  We can have a polite
kidnapping or a barbaric one though.  Which would you prefer?"
   "Polite," she said.
   "Good," I patted her arm.  "That's what I want too.  Now, tell me about
yourself.  What do you do?"
   The rest of the flight was passed without incident and she became
positively chatty by the time we arrived at the island.  We had dinner
together and she was delightful company.  When we arrived she was very
impressed with the estate and the house.  I knew she had enjoyed a pampered
life but this was on a scale that was very different than she knew.  We
walked along the beach while the staff got the house ready for us.  Thea
came for us when everything was ready.  Thea is my trusted companion. 
She's a beautiful little Tai girl I bought when she was about six.  She
doesn't know for sure how old she is, but I would guess about nineteen.  I
freed her years ago but she stays with me.  She could be anything she
wants, but she chooses to act as my deputy in almost everything I do.
   Kasey was shocked at the way she was dressed and blushed beet red.  Thea
had on a lace and satin camisole and a pair of silk panties.  Her beautiful
brown skin was on full display and I could tell Kasey was embarrassed when
Thea rubbed against me and pulled my hand down to one firm ass cheek.  I
introduced them and Thea led her away to the house.  I finished the cigar I
was smoking and joined them in a bit.  When Kasey came to the library where
I was sitting she had been showered and she had on the same outfit Thea had
been wearing.  Hers was black where Thea's had been white.  The white
looked better on Thea's dark skin and the black looked better on Kasey's
pale complexion.
   "Mr.  Brooks, I don't like being dressed like this," she said.  "Why do
I have to wear just underwear?"
   "Well, there are three kinds of people on this island," I told her. 
"I'm the owner.  I'm the first kind.  The second kinds are the tools.  That
is James, Stephen and the staff.  The third kind are the toys.  That's you
and Thea.  We all dress like we should."
   "Why am I a toy?" she asked.
   "What do you do with tools?" I asked her.
   "You use them to do jobs," she said.
   "What do you do with toys?" I asked.
   "I play with them," she said.
   "Exactly," I said.  "I could use you or play with you.  Which would you
prefer?"
   "How would you use me?" she asked.
   "Well, do you have a function you could be used for?  The only thing I
can think of would be to do something like cut off your finger and send it
to your father, something like that.  I could put you in some compromising
situation and take a picture to send him.  Can you think of something
else?"
   She shivered.  "No, not right now.  Why is Thea a toy?"
   "She isn't always a toy.  She does many useful things and when she does,
she dresses appropriately.  When she wants to be played with she dresses
like a toy."
   "Are you lovers?" she asked.
   "Sometimes," I told her.  "She's really very versatile."
   "If I could find something useful to do could I become a tool?" she
asked.
   "Maybe," I said.  "Right now, no.  So do you want to be used or played
with?"
   "How would we play?" she asked.
   "Right now, you can talk to me, we could play games, we could do
something fun together like swim, fish, go boating, go on a picnic, or
something else if you can think of it.  Soon we'll become lovers too.  I
don't think we know each other well enough for that yet."
   Panic returned to her eyes.  "I don't want to do that," she said.  "I'm
fourteen years old!  How can you make me do that?"
   "It won't be unpleasant, Kasey," I told her.  "I know you can't get your
mind around that now, but it's possible that you will enjoy it more than
anything you've ever done.  Don't worry about that now.  Be calm and just
enjoy yourself.  You're on a tropical island with people that will make
sure that you have everything you want.  We won't make love until you're
ready.  Let's just get to know each other."
   She began to weep uncontrollably.  "I just want to go home," she sobbed.
"I don't want to be here, I hate you and you're just like keeping me in
prison."
   I took her in my arms and she stiffened for a moment.  When I just held
her and stroked her hair, she collapsed against me and I held her as she
sobbed.  "I know, baby," I told her.  "I'm very cruel to keep you here.  I
won't hurt you though.  I'll keep you safe here as long as you cooperate."
   I took her to her bedroom and held her until she slept the sleep of an
exhausted and emotionally drained child.  I covered her up and went to bed.
   She was gone in the morning when I got up.  I sent Stephen to get her
and in and hour a very dirty and disheveled girl was dragged into my
office. I looked at her for a moment.  "Have her cleaned up and taken to
the gym," I told him.
   When I finished the business I was doing I went to the gym.  A defiant
girl sat against the wall and James was with her.  I nodded toward the
pommel horse and he dragged her over and secured her to it.
   I stood in front of her for a while.  She glared at me, her face a mask
of hate and fury.  When I walked around behind her she strained to see what
I was doing.  I let her see the leather paddle I was holding.
   "What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
   I didn't answer her.  When I pulled down her panties she knew.
   "No, please," she begged.  "I'm sorry!  I won't do it anymore!  Please
don't hurt me!  I won't run away anymore; please, Mr.  Brooks.  I'll be
good.  I'll cooperate!"
   After five swats of the paddle she was screaming and crying.  She begged
and pleaded, promising anything and everything.  After five more she was
hysterical.  I put the paddle on its rack and put lotion on her flaming
cheeks.  I soothed her butt with the lotion, working it into the pliable
flesh, loving the feel of those firm cheeks under my fingers.  I spread her
thighs a bit and let my hand move lower to the full round bottoms of those
beautiful cheeks.  She shivered as I worked the lotion in.  When I brushed
the lips of her little pussy she shuddered.  I just gave her pussy that
brush and then I released her.  I helped her back into her panties and she
clung to me, sobbing and telling me how sorry she was.
   "I forgive you, Kasey," I told her.  "We won't mention it again. 
Punishment ends the matter.  I can't have you running away.  You might get
hurt.  You might have an accident.  Now, let's get you breakfast and we'll
go swimming on the beach.  Go to your room and get your bathing suit after
breakfast.  Go tell Thea we're going and come and get me.  I'll be in the
garden when you're ready."
   She had on a little red bikini and she was carrying a cooler when she
came to get me.  We took the golf cart to the beach and she had a blast. 
We went snorkeling and swam with the fish for a couple of hours.  When we
got out we drank fruit drinks and lay on a blanket.  She was over her
sullenness and we talked for hours while we soaked up the sun.  She was
uncomfortable with me putting sun block on her, but when she realized I
wasn't going to push her she relaxed.
   We spent two idyllic weeks just like two friends on vacation.  She was
an enchanting girl; the perfect mixture of beauty, grace, femininity and
style, She had an irresistible charm about her and a beautiful smile.  When
she entered a room there was an unmistakable radiance like a rose in the
first blush of bloom.  She was warm, infectiously in love with life; kind
and friendly.  I loved just looking at her.  She stirred my soul and
stimulated my mind; her confident strength of personality showing me she
knew she had it going on.  She was intelligent, classy, and elegant and she
knew she deserved happiness as much as anyone else.  She was the total
package and she knew it.
   She cried at times when she thought no one was watching and it was
heartbreaking.  That grew less and less over time and she seemed resigned
to the situation.  I thought it was time to advance our relationship.  She
still resented me, but I could tell that she was getting to know me and
that she liked what she was finding out about me.
   I was sitting on the beach in the morning sun and I saw her coming down
the path.  She pulled her chair up beside mine and she had a serious look
on her face.
   "Sheldon, I want to ask you something," she said.  She had started
calling me Sheldon after the first week and I liked hearing my name on her
lips.
   "Sure, baby," I said.  "I told you that you could ask me anything."
   "What did my father do to you?" she asked.
   "Are you sure you want to know?" I asked.  "It's ugly and I don't want
to change how you feel about your father.  I'm not punishing you; I'm
punishing him."
   "I know, but you're doing it through me," she said.  "I deserve to know
if I'm going to be part of it.  You're making me be part of it and I think
you owe me that."
   "Ok, I'll tell you," I said.  "Do you want something to drink first?"
   She got a bottle of water and I patted my chair.  She sat between my
legs and leaned back against me.  I wrapped my arms around her and that
clean girl smell filled my senses as I nuzzled her long blonde hair.
   "I own an oil company that works in the Emirates." I told her.  "We have
contracts all over the Middle East, but this was in Qatar.  I know you've
been talking to Thea and you've been learning about our business.  I think
you're trying to become a tool.  That's good, baby.  Maybe you can do that.
I don't know if she's mentioned Toni to you.  Toni is in the hospital in
South America.  She's been there for over a year.  She's had a dozen
surgeries and she has a dozen more before she's back to normal again.  That
is, as normal as she'll ever be.  I've had Toni since she was three.  I got
her in The Sudan twenty years ago.  She's been with me ever since.  She was
running our business in Qatar and your father was our partner.  He'd been
involved from the first.  Toni was in country to sign off on the biggest
deal we've ever done there.  Your father thought he saw a way to get the
deal for himself and cut us out.  If he had asked I would have given it to
him.  He arranged to have Toni kidnapped so that she wouldn't be able to
complete the deal.  A group of vicious terrorists took her and your father
stepped in and closed the deal, cutting us out.  That would have been bad
enough.  I would just have let it go, never worked with him again and moved
on.  But, that's not what happened.  Toni was held by that group for three
months before I found her.  They had raped her nearly to death.  They cut
up her face, pulled some of her teeth out and destroyed her mind.  She's
recovering, but she had a ruptured uterus and bowel, twenty three broken
bones and she'll never be able to have children.  She was unrecognizable.
She was barely human and she'll suffer for the rest of her life because of
what your father did.  He did it to make money.  I love Toni more than my
life.  I wish that I had been able to take her place.  I would cut off my
arm tomorrow if I thought it would help her.  She was the sweetest little
girl and she was like my own daughter.  Thea is like that too.  Those girls
are my family and your father took one of them away from me.  By now, he
realizes that I know what he did and that I have you.  He's going to be
feeling what I felt.  The difference is that you're here with me and I'm
not torturing you to the point of losing what it means to be human."
   Kasey was sobbing in my arms as she felt me breaking emotionally.  Tears
were streaming down my cheeks and she twisted around in my arms to look up
into my face.
   "I didn't know," she whispered.  "I'm so sorry, Sheldon.  I'd give
anything if that never happened.  He deserves whatever happens to him. 
I'll even help you make him pay.  Shell, how does hurting me help Toni?"
   "It doesn't, baby," I told her.  "This was a mistake.  I'm sorry.  I
know that doesn't make up for what I've done.  I'll take you back tomorrow.
I've known for days I needed to take you back.  I'll try to make up for
what I've done to you.  I'm so sorry.  Every day for a week I've been
intending to let you go that day.  The problem is, I've fallen in love with
you, Kasey.  I couldn't stand to let you go and not see you again."
   She moved up and stared at me a long time.  Her big brown eyes were full
of tears.  She searched my face, looking for I don't know what.  Her eyes
dropped and she put her face on my chest.
   "I love you too, Sheldon," she whispered.  "I hated you when you
kidnapped me.  I hated you even more when you spanked me.  I haven't been
hating you for a while now.  I don't want you to take me home.  I want to
stay here.  I said I'd help you and I will.  I want to be a tool, Sheldon.
I've been trying to find something I could do to help Thea.  I'm smart, you
know I am.  Maybe I can help Toni.  I want to go with you and Thea when you
visit her next week so I can meet her.  Do you think you might want me? 
Can your family include one more girl?"
   "Are you sure, baby?" I asked her.  "I do love you, but I'm not sure
you're ready to make decisions like that."
   "I'm sure," she said.  "I can't go back home!  How could I live with a
man that would do something like that?  He's a... I know you don't like me
to curse."
   "Well, let's just see what happens," I told her.  "Let's ask Thea and
Toni.  We'll see what happens.  If you stay, we'll just see what develops.
If you go I'll make sure you're set up to do whatever you want to do. 
Maybe you'll become my best tool."
   She snuggled close then looked up at me.  "Sheldon, can I still be a
toy?" she asked.
   She turned back over and lay with her back against me again.  "What do
you mean, baby?" I asked her.
   "I want to be played with," she said.  She took my hand and placed it
over one pert little breast.  I could feel the swell under the red bikini
and there was a definite bump of an erect nipple under my palm.  I gave the
little mound a squeeze and she purred.  Reaching around she pulled at the
bows and the top fell to the ground, leaving those delicious little teenage
breasts gloriously bare.  They were so sensuous, high and proud on her
slender frame.  They were surprisingly well developed for such a young
girl. The bottoms were filling out nicely and two little virginal pink
nipples capped slightly puffy areolas.  They were tiny and as hard as
diamond.  When I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers she moaned
and gasped.  I nuzzled the side of her neck and she shivered.
   "Let's go back to the house and you can take me to bed," she whispered.
"Can we spend the day in your bed?"
   I carried her piggy back to the house, those maddening breasts pressed
against my bare back.  Thea opened the door and winked at me as we went by.
She gave Kasey's butt a squeeze and she wiggled it provocatively as we went
into the bedroom.
   "Would you like Thea to join us?" I asked her as I laid her on the bed.
   "Maybe later," she said.  "I want you all to myself for now."
   I nodded my approval.  "I'd like that too," I said.
   I took a minute just to look at her.  She was a dream as she lay on gold
silk sheets.  Her hair looked lighter by contrast and it fanned out around
her like a young man's dream.  Her breasts were perfection incarnate; so
beautiful, so firm and proud that they didn't move even laying on her back.
Her waist was tiny and flared into slim, but very womanly curves perfectly
round and smooth.  Her legs were long and muscular, but graceful and
elegant.  Her panties didn't cover much, just smooth sun kissed flesh on
display.  When I eased them off she blushed and one hand came down to cover
her pussy.  She looked demure and sensuous at the same time.
   I stripped and I heard her gasp as she got her first look at my cock. 
My eight inches are very thick and I know it must have looked huge to her
inexperienced eyes.  "First one?" I asked.
   "No," she whispered.  "One boy, but nothing like that.  I just played
with it for a minute.  He wanted me to suck it but I didn't like him that
much.  Can I suck on yours?"
   "You can do anything you want to," I told her.  "No one will ever make
you do anything you don't want to again, but if you think you want to do
something, we can.  If it feels good it is good."
   She sat up and slid to the end of the bed, her legs between mine as I
stood over her.  Her little hands reached out and grasped my cock, turning
it this way and that; tentative in her exploration.  A drop of clear
pre-cum appeared and her tongue gave an experimental swipe.  She tasted it
for a moment.
   "Not bad," she said.  "A little salty maybe."
   She licked it up and began to lick up to the head like she was licking
an ice-cream cone.  I suppose that's all she could think of at the moment.
It felt amazing.  This little angel was sucking my cock!  She fit her lips
over the head and took maybe an inch more, laving the head with her little
tongue as she bobbed up and down; the tight ring of her lips almost more
than I could resist.  I wasn't going to last long with this little teenager
polishing my head like this.  I could feel cum boiling up and I warned her.
   "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that Kasey."
   She pulled her mouth off and stroked me with her hand.  She looked up at
me and asked, "What should I do?"
   "It's up to you, baby," I told her.  "You can keep sucking and I'll cum
in your mouth.  You can swallow it or save it up and spit it out or just
let it run out.  You can keep stroking me and I'll shoot all over you or
you can stop."
   "What do you want to do?" she asked.
   "I want to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow," I told her.  "If
you don't want to do that it's ok."
   She took my cock back inside that delicious little mouth again and in
less than a minute I erupted.  She pumped the base of my cock with her
little hand and gulped.  She choked a little and tried not to let any cum
escape.  I had been building up for two weeks and the volume soon
overwhelmed her.  Little strings and ropes began to leak as she swallowed
frantically, trying to keep up with the flow.  When I was empty she cleaned
up what she had missed with her little pink tongue and it was a very erotic
scene.  She looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
   "I'm sorry, Shell.  I couldn't keep up.  I wasn't ready.  I'll do better
next time."
   "You don't have anything to be sorry about," I told her.  "That was
amazing, Kasey.  You're amazing.  I loved it and I love you, baby."
   I moved forward, pushing her back until she was lying with her butt on
the edge of the bed.  I lay on top of her and kissed her passionately.  Her
lips came alive under mine and she moaned into my mouth as my chest crushed
those perfect little breasts.  I made love to her lips for a long time. 
They were delicious; full and pouty under mine.  I kissed her all over her
angelic face, nibbling on her ears and making her shiver and giggle.  Her
eyes closed when I nuzzled her long, elegant neck and down across her
chest. When I captured one little pink nipple between my lips she gasped,
writhing under me and crushing my face into the lush mound.
   "Jesus, Jesus," she moaned.  "Oh my God, Shell, oh God; something's...
something... oh God; so good, so good."
   I switched to the other little nub and she shuddered and tried to pull
my hair out.  Her body was quivering under mine and her hips made coital
motions against my belly.  She was cuming and the look on her face was
indescribably beautiful.  A fourteen-year-old girl in the midst of her
first orgasm is something not many men ever get to see and the beauty is
transcendent.  She came slowly down from the peak and I let her coast for a
minute, returning to claim her lips again and whispering words of
endearment into her ears.  When she was calmer, I returned to her nipples
and she gasped again.  They were so sensitive and so beautiful that I
lingered for a long time until they began to grow tender.  I kissed my way
down wonderfully soft tummy flesh and found a little tuft of sparse blonde
curls to play with for a while.  That made her giggle and the sound was
delightful.
   I knelt between her legs and the sight before my eyes was spectacular.
Her legs were long and slender and I kissed and nibbled at her inner
thighs, feeling to downy softness of her silky young skin.  I kissed along
the tightly stretched tendons up to where they met the softness of her
pussy.  Her legs began to tremble as I neared her pussy and I took a moment
to drink in her aroma; fresh, clean, aroused girl.  Her pussy was
perfection.  Very small and virginal, very pink inner lips rising up in a
clean sweep to her clitoral hood, the lips tightly sealed together.  I
pulled them gently apart and a trickle of girl cum appeared, running down
to be captured by my waiting tongue.  She tasted tangy and sweet, again
just clean hot girl.  When I began to caress her lips with my tongue she
jumped as if she had been shocked.  The trembling in her thighs became more
pronounced and when I probed her small opening it spread until her whole
body was quivering with tension.  Her hips began to move and when I ran my
tongue firmly upward to tease her little clit out of hiding her body began
to bridge upward, seeking more.
   Her little clit emerged, very pink and tiny and I flipped at it with my
tongue, moving it up and down and from side to side rapidly.  I sucked it
in and lashed it with my tongue and I felt the tension snap like an over
stressed spring.  She exploded, crying out and calling my name again and
again.  I inserted my finger in her tight little hole and stirred her
juices causing more sensation to flood through her as she continued to
orgasm explosively.
   The sensations quickly overcame her ability to absorb them and she began
to push at my head, trying frantically to escape.
   "Stop, Shell," she gasped.  "I can't stand it!  Please, oh God, Shell;
please stop, please!"
   I reluctantly allowed her to push me away.  I stood and picked her
little body up in my arms, holding her like a baby as I moved us up to lie
side by side in the bed.  I held her tightly as she shuddered in my arms,
the aftershocks still sweeping over her.  Her eyes were closed and she
sought my lips with hers.  She could feel my renewed erection between her
thighs and he eyes opened.
   "Please, Shell," she said.  "I want to... I want to... you know."
   "You can say fuck when we're having sex," I told her.
   She laughed.  "I want to fuck.  I want to make love, but I'm exhausted.
Let me rest a minute.  That was so intense when you were kissing me and
licking me.  I don't think I can stand any more right now.  Let me take a
little nap and then I'll be ready, ok?"
   "Yes baby, that's ok.  I know you're very young and new to all this.  We
don't have to do any more today if you don't want to.  When you're ready
you tell me.  Can I hold you while we nap?"
   "It's your bed," she laughed.  "I'd love for you to hold me."
   "It's our bed any time you want to share it," I told her.  I lay on my
back and she draped her little body half over mine, one leg across my body,
her cheek on my chest; covering us with that mane of blonde hair and one
little pink nipple peeking through.  She closed her eyes and we slept, her
little tuft of downy curls pressing into my thigh.
   When I woke she was stirring and the sight of this sleepy girl,
stretching like a sexy kitten had me hard in seconds.  I rolled on top of
her and kissed her luscious lips.  "Hey, baby," I said.
   She smiled up at me and then gasped when she felt my erection slip
through her slick lower lips and lodge at her entrance.
   "Are you ready?" I asked.
   She nodded and bit her lower lip in anxiety.  She had a little frown and
I kissed it away, taking her lip away from her and nibbling on it myself.
She was very wet and the head of my cock easily parted her lips and slipped
inside.  She winced and I held very still, just the head inside her little
pussy lips and she breathed heavily for a minute.
   "Ok?" I asked her.
   She nodded and I slipped another inch inside.  I could now feel her
virgin barrier inside and I paused again.  It felt soft and slippery
against my cock and I thought we would have little trouble getting through.
I let her rest for a minute or two and moved quickly through.  She yelped
and I froze.
   "Jesus, that hurt, Shell," she moaned.  "Don't move for a minute.  Is it
going to hurt like that every time?"
   "No, baby," I assured her.  "The pain is over.  It's all good from now
on.  There is going to be some discomfort until you get used to having
something that big in you, but no pain.  Are you ok?"
   "Yes, let's do more," she said.
   I advanced a slow, continuous plunge now until I could feel the little
curls mesh with mine.  I was fully inside her now and her hips circled a
little, tentative motions to explore the feeling of being a woman.
   I drew back and returned to her full depths causing her to moan as I
bottomed out again.  I repeated the motion and as she grew more excited we
found a rhythm, slow and sweet as her excitement grew.  When she came it
was a long, slow boil; the tight sheath of her little teenage pussy
contracting sweetly around me as she gave voice to her pleasure.  I let her
rest and then resumed the motions, faster now as I plunged into her creamy
little pussy.  Her voice deepened and rose in volume as I moved faster now
thrusting into her easily as her experience allowed me access.  She came
again three more times before I let her rest briefly.
   When her panting slowed I sat up and flipped her over on her belly,
spreading her legs and entering her from behind.  She groaned immediately
as I sheathed myself to the balls in her tight tunnel.  Her ass was soft
and firm at the same time against my groin and I made deep strokes,
grinding the full length into her and wringing groans from her lips.  Her
face was a mixture of euphoria and ecstasy as she lay supine beneath me.  I
fucked her deeply for twenty minutes until she was a quivering wreck, her
constant moaning orgasms leaving her slack and I came inside her little
pussy, bathing her with my cum; soothing her abused little pussy with
creamy cum.
   I slowly withdrew and she covered her face with a pillow, shivering now
and again as an orgasmic aftershock swept over her.  I lay beside her and
lifted the pillow so I could kiss her.  Her face had that slack look of
prolonged sexual arousal and she was crying.  I cuddled her up and held her
tightly in my arms, trying to make her feel loved and secure.
   "Was that good for you, baby?" I asked.  "You seemed like you were
enjoying yourself."
   "Oh God, yes," she whispered.  "It was amazing, Sheldon.  I came a
million times.  I thought you were going to kill me!  Is it possible to die
from cuming?"
   I laughed.  "Not for you, baby.  I'm an old man and you may fuck me to
death.  I may have a heart attack, but you'll be fine.  It's possible to
pass out, but not die." I petted her fantastic butt.
   She flexed it under my fingers.  "I almost did pass out there at the end
when you were taking me from behind like that.  It felt so big and so good
I just couldn't stop cuming.  I'm so in love with you, Sheldon.  I can't
believe you make me feel like this." A tear escaped one big brown eye and
ran down over her cute little nose.  "Do you love me?" she asked.
   "Yes, baby," I assured her.  "I love you so much.  You make me so happy.
I have another gorgeous little girl in my life.  I'll always cherish you
and take care of you."
   She rolled to face me.  "You're an old man," she laughed.  "I'll
probably end up taking care of you."
   "That's what you do for people you love," I told her.  "You'll have
help. Thea and Toni are going to be your sisters and we'll all take care of
each other."
   We drifted off with my new little lover wrapped in my arms.  Sometime
during the night Thea joined us and we rested together, wrapped in loving
arms.
   
  
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