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Girl on a Swing

By Romany

(M/g)


Coleman walked at a measured gait along the path that bisected
the small park. Terraced houses lined the street to his right,
about a hundred yards away. To his left, stood a belt of trees
waiting for the first tremor of spring for the buds to appear and
the leaves to return; for now, bleak and stark on this cool April
day. Beyond the trees, a street with an identical line of terrace
houses to those on his right. The overcast sky and the occasional
outbreak of drizzle a reminder winter had not yet released its
grip on this grey northern town. Despite the lack of foliage, the
closeness of the trees to each other still formed a visual shield
to the recess where the playground had been situated. He would
soon come to it on his left. The swings, roundabouts, and
climbing apparatus saw the area a popular location on warm summer
days; but it was usually deserted on days such as today. As he
drew to the point where the path had a fork to the left to the
playground, Coleman discretely turned his gaze to expectantly see
if by chance there was anyone there. Perhaps a parent with a
preschool child, being as school age children would be in class
at this time of the afternoon. So he was surprised to see a
solitary girl sitting on the middle swing of three towards the
back of the playground; partially obscured by the wooden climbing
apparatus placed in front of them. Coleman�s heart skipped a
beat. The girl was wearing a St. Peter�s blazer. He saw the
maroon color clearly despite her wearing a grey overcoat which
hung open. The girl�s skirt resting on her knees as she dragged
her toes on the ground as she leaned forward on the swing; the
chains of the swing hooked under her armpits as she idly toyed
with something in her hands. She had her head bowed looking at
whatever she was doing with her hands; apparently oblivious to
Coleman�s emergence from behind the sturdy wooden climbing
apparatus in front, and to her right.

Coleman slowed his gait and nervously glanced to his right. How
many people were in the front rooms of those houses? Perhaps
standing with a mid afternoon cup of tea while idly surveying the
park across the street and seeing the lone man walking along the
path. Some might see the distant figure of a child sitting on a
swing if their view was not obstructed by the wooden climbing
apparatus. Would the sight of a more than middle aged man talking
to a school age girl arouse interest; suspicion even? He had
passed this way numerous times with limited success. It was the
recall of the time nearly a year ago now, when had seen the boy
on a swing; much as the girl was now. His luck was in that day.
The boy was very much on the lookout for someone like Coleman.
Barely fourteen years old and already eager to spend discrete
time with men interested in young boys. But that was easy. The
boy responded to Coleman�s inquiring stare and followed him at a
discrete distance to the brick toilet block at the top of the
park; nestled in the trees near the boundary with the farmland
that bordered the park to the north and west. Knowing glances
between man and boy as the signals were transmitted and received,
and the silent agreement and quick move inside to a cubicle.
Delicious oral sex and quick ejaculation as the boy showed how
expert he was with his hand and mouth. If only it were that
simple with girls. The follow-the-leader of a preteen girl to the
Men�s� toilet was out of all probability. Coleman knew he would
need to engage the girl in conversation if he was to make any
headway with her; even if she were remotely interested as the boy
had been that day. It was obvious to him she should be at school
and he needed to be cautious approaching her as she may think he
was an official looking for students on the wag; truants who had
cut class for the day on some pretext or other. There was also
the small matter of possible witnesses to his deviating towards
the girl, from the houses across the park.

With a shallow sigh that the situation was not ideal, Coleman
veered to his left and walked deliberately towards the girl. He
came around the end of the large wooden climbing apparatus and he
was relieved he was somewhat obscured from the houses by the
poles and cross beams. Feeling a little more protected from
prying eyes, he approached the girl; who only realised he was
there when he was almost upon her. She looked up quickly; her
face showing surprise that someone had approached so near without
her realising it.

�Oh,� she said quickly and she sat back on the swing staring at
him in surprise. �I didn�t hear you,� she said with a nervous
giggle and clasped a hand to her chest to show she had taken a
small fright from his silent approach.

�I�m sorry,� Coleman said quickly; trying to appear genuinely
apologetic for apparently causing her some alarm by his sudden
appearance. �It�s just that�well�I saw you�they way you were
sitting�I thought you looked upset�something was wrong,� he said
quickly, trying to offer a plausible reason why a man in his
fifties would approach a girl clearly not yet high school age.

The two stared at each other. Coleman saw the grey sweater inside
her open blazer and overcoat and noted the bumps of budding
breasts. The white blouse she wore had one collar hooked inside
the vee neck of the sweater and her tie was loosened giving her
neck a disheveled appearance. She had longish wavy sandy hair and
hazel eyes. Her cheeks showed the faintness of schoolgirl
freckles; fading as she matured. He could tell she was quite
petite judging by the narrowness of her hips as she sat on the
swing. Now leaning back a little and holding the chains for
balance. Her white socks mid calf and wrinkled. Practical black
school shoes with traces of mud on the toes as she had dragged
them as she idly swung gently back and forth and toyed with the
object in her hand. Colman saw a white piece of card on the
ground and knew she had dropped it when he surprised her; he
stooped and picked it up. Turning to look directly at her knees
and then blushing in realisation she may think he was a pervert
trying to look up her skirt as he stooped in front of her.

�Did you drop this?� he said quickly straightening and handing
her what was a crumpled business card.

�Oh�yes�my appointment,� she said taking the card. �Wrong day,�
she said with a chuckle and looked at him sheepishly in
embarrassment.

�Wrong day?� he mimicked without understanding.

�Dentist appointment�for next Tuesday�not today,� she said with a
sheepish grin. �I got the date wrong. I went today instead of
next week.�

�A-a-a-a-h,� he said with a smile, realising why she was out of
school. �So you get a few hours off in the afternoon,� he said
with a grin and a small wink; knowing she should have returned to
school when she realised her mistake.

�Yeah�I s�pose so,� she said looking sheepish, realising he had
worked out she should have gone back to class.

�Not going back then?� he asked with a grin.

�I wasn�t going to,� she began. �The appointment is for
three�until four. So it�s not worth going back to school,� she
explained.

�But it�s only gone two-thirty� he said with a grin.

He was teasing her. He did not want to spook her into thinking
she had been rumbled benefiting from her apparent mistake. She
shuffled her feet and bowed her head in embarrassment.

�I realised on the bus,� she said nervously. �But by the time I
get a return bus to school�well�� She said tapering off with a
shrug of her shoulders to indicate returning to school was a
wasted effort.

�St. Peters isn�t it�the uniform?� he said.

She nodded and pushed her hands into her overcoat pockets.

�Aaaah�I was right, and it�s a bit out of the way. And if I�m
correct, the buses don�t run other than on the hour from the
town. I think returning to school would be waste of time by bus,�
he said with a chuckle, trying to endorse her decision to cut
school for the rest of the day.

She nodded and her face lit up realising he wasn�t disapproving.
She thought he was quite nice really. He was tall with short
graying hair, and quite handsome in an older person kind of way.
He standing there with his Mack buttoned up and she could see he
had no discernible middle-age paunch. He wore a checked cap that
was almost a fixture on all men here in the north. As well as a
nice face, he had a nice voice; quite posh so he wasn�t
originally from around her. She smiled sweetly at him.

�Are you feeling chilly?� he asked and nodded towards her hands
in her overcoat pocket.

�It�s a bit cool she said,� and as if to reinforce it, she drew
her hands together while jammed in the coat pockets; effectively
drawing her overcoat around her.

This had the effect of closing off the sight of her budding
breasts and also covered her bare knees and lower leg.

�Would you like a hot drink?� he asked suddenly. �A cup of soup,
or cocoa; or even tea or coffee,� he said smiling at her. �I live
not too far from here. I was thinking myself I could do with a
hot drink,� he added amiably.

A look of surprise came to her pretty face and her brow furrowed
at his suggestion.

�I�m sorry,� he said quickly. �Of course not�I shouldn�t be
making such suggestions to such a pretty girl as yourself,� he
said and shuffled his feet in genuine embarrassment. �It�s quite
improper of me to suggest it.�

He mentally cursed his brazen approach and half expected her to
stalk off in disgust at his suggestion. The girl burst out
laughing and after she giggled and chuckled to regain her
composure she took a hand from her pocket and placed it over her
mouth in embarrassment at her apparent rudeness.

�I�m so sorry,� she chuckled. �I shouldn�t have laughed at
you�I�m sorry�it was rude of me. It just�just sounded so old
fashioned�square,� she said and stifled the urge to giggle while
covering her mouth and her eyes danced impishly.

Coleman was struck by her infectious laughter. The outburst was
far from insulting to him. Instead it was a relief he had
obviously not offended her with his suggestion. Meeting her this
day was a stroke of luck and he had no intention of ruining the
obvious rapport with her by being affronted at her laughing at
his conservative attitude to her reaction.

�Don�t be sorry,� he laughed so he would keep her mood light. �I
guess it must have sounded a bit�square, as you say,� he
chuckled.

There was an immediate silence as both stopped their laughter and
the girl gazed at some point in front of her; a small smile on
her lips. She spoke first, realising the silence was becoming a
little awkward.

�So how far do you live from here,� she said and peered off
towards the houses on the far side of the park.

�Ah�well not over there,� he said turning to follow her gaze.
�But up the end and through a small lane�and not far beyond,� he
said nodding towards the end of the park.

�How far?� she asked, sitting up and removing her hands from her
coat pocket to hold the chains; looking at him inquisitively.

�Um, maybe ten, fifteen minutes walk,� he said looking back at
her.

His head was swimming with anticipation. Was she really
considering going home with him for a hot drink? Surely not!
Young girls and boys have it hammered into them not to go with
strangers; the so-called stranger danger. Ironic when most
children have their trust abused by people they usually knew; not
usually by complete strangers. But Coleman could see she was not
dismissing his suggestion despite her initial facial reaction
when he made it. He felt relieved his rather old fart attitude
had brought about some amusement for her. It certainly saved the
conversation.

�What have you got?� she asked looking at him; a small smile on
her lips.

�All that I mentioned,� he said with a friendly chuckle and he
opened his hands as if revealing something before him.

�Just a nice cup of sweet milky coffee would be nice,� she said
and she canted her head to one side and held his gaze.

He caught some ulterior meaning in her body language but did not
know exactly what she was implying. Yet her apparent relaxed
attitude gave him hope he could progress the contact further.

�And maybe a biscuit or two to go with it,� he said with a laugh.

�Toffee Pops?� she said with a grin and stood and brushed her
coat down straight and pushed her hand back through the mop of
hair; the swing shaking behind her.

�I�m not sure if I have exactly those,� he chuckled. �But I do
have a selection with chocolate coating of some sort.�

She grinned and nodded her understanding. He realised she was
taller than he had imagined. He was uncertain about her actual
age but guessed no more than twelve; maybe thirteen at a stretch.
Being a St Peter�s student she certainly wouldn�t be more than
thirteen.

�Well follow me�err�ah�what�s your name,� Coleman said in some
embarrassment.

�Millie,� the girl answered cheerily. �Actually it�s Millicent
but I hate that so everyone calls me Millie,� she said falling
into step beside him

�What a delightful name,� Coleman gushed, glancing down at the
girl.

He had set himself between her and the houses to their right. He
would shield her from any inquisitive eyes as he guided her
towards the end of the park.

�What�s your name?� Millie asked looking up at him.

�Ben�Ben Caldwell,� Coleman lied.

He wasn�t about to give her his real name. He had blurted the
alias out without thinking, believing he was protecting his true
identity in case there should be repercussions. It hadn�t
occurred to him that giving a false name, was negated by actually
taking the girl to his house. He felt stupid he had concocted a
lie given the reality of what he was doing. He was not skilled at
this. His past experiences with juveniles had relied on open
cooperation and obedience from those he consorted with.


*****

Coleman guided Millie out of the park and across the road. The
street to their right veered away right from the field at the top
west end of the park and they walked quickly along it; for all
the world looking like a grandfather and granddaughter walking
together. About six or seven minutes after following this street,
Coleman steered Millie across the road to a narrow lane on the
left. The girl glanced around, taking in the surroundings as they
now walked into the lane.

�Not much father now,� Coleman said as they walked along the
lane.

�It�s Ok,� Millie said, smiling at him. �No hurry. I�ve got heaps
of time.�

Coleman glanced at his watch. It was barely three o�clock. He
wondered how late she could be before she was missed at home.

�What time do you normally get home?� he asked as he steered her
along the quiet lane.

�Usually about a quarter to five,� she said amiably; her hands in
her overcoat pockets as she trotted beside him.

They walked on in silence and then she spoke again.

�Mum doesn�t usually get home until six thirty, some times
seven,� she volunteered and glanced up at him.

�Really?� Coleman said raising his eyebrows in surprise.

�Yeah she usually leaves me a note about what to prepare for
tea�you know...vegetables and things. Then she only has the meat
to do when she gets home. Sometimes she does a casserole and
leaves it for me to put in the oven,� Millie said as she walked
purposefully beside him.

�What time does your dad get in then?� he asked.

�I don�t have a dad,� she said candidly. �Well�I do but we don�t
know where he is, she added.

�Oh�I�m sorry,� Coleman said looking down at the girl.

�It�s Ok. He�s been gone for years. I can�t remember him. He and
my mum weren�t married�and they never really lived together. He
just took off when I was very little,� she said.

�So your mum brought you up all by herself?� he asked interested
in her family history.

�With help from my Gran,� Millie said. �But then Gran died so it
was just mum and me. Gran left mum and me her house and mum has a
good job, so we�re OK,� she said in a chatty matter of fact tone.

�Well that�s a happy ending story,� he said with a light chuckle.

�End?� she asked looking at him. �It�s not the end�just the
beginning really.�

�Yes�yes I suppose it is,� he said with a laugh. �You and your
mum�you growing up and being able to help and take care of
yourself when your mum�s at work,� he said.

�Yep,� Millie said, cheered by his comment about taking care of
herself.

The lane ended at right angles to another street and he turned
right and they walked to yet another street; also off to the
right. As they deviated into it she saw the street bend sharp
left and noted they were in a cul de sac. Coleman stopped at the
second gate on their left and opened it. Millie almost continued
walking, not realising they had arrived, and she stopped and he
stood back and ushered her through the gate, quickly scanning the
street to see if anyone was looking. He smiled with a sense of
satisfaction knowing the houses with the best view of his house
were occupied by working couples with school aged children. They
would be empty at this time of day. He felt relatively safe in
knowing his ushering a preteen girl onto his property would
probably not be seen. Of course she could be a relative or
daughter of a friend and so there should be no reason to feel
threatened by the scenario. But knowing what he had in mind, the
guilt was there and the sight of his being with this girl could
also be construed exactly as it was; a middle age man taking a
girl to his house for other than wholesome reasons. He opened the
front door and ushered Millie in, pausing to take one last look
behind to check if anyone had been watching. He quickly closed
the door behind him and he leaned back against it with his hands
behind his back and watched the girl as she walked around the
living room; her hands in her pockets. Millie gazed around her.
The house was quite modern; yet identical to all the others in
this newer subdivision. The short cul de sac, hacked out of the
surrounding fields. The compact houses all built to the same
basic plan yet they gave the feeling of being spacious, when in
reality, quite small. Three small bedrooms, a bathroom, and
toilet upstairs, and living room, kitchen and open dining
downstairs; with one toilet near the back entrance. Millie was
impressed with the relatively new furniture in the room. She saw
the kitchen area past the small dining table and four chairs, to
one end of the living room. She nodded absent mindedly to
herself. This was nice. It had a nice feel.

�Where�s your wife?� she asked suddenly; believing he must be
married given the place was so neat.

�I�I�m not married,� he stuttered.

Her question took him by surprise. It hadn�t occurred to him she
did not see him as single. Coleman�s mind was preoccupied with
anticipation mixed with a subtle feeling of dread that somehow he
would stuff up and ruin what he had planned. She looked surprised
at his answer.

�So neat�tidy,� she said with a small grin.

�Army training,� he said with a chuckle and then cursed himself
silently for revealing his background.

�You were in the army?� she said in surprise. �So you never
married?�

�Well I did marry once,� he said, truthfully. �But it didn�t
last. She hated my being in the service�so we divorced,� he added
feigning disappointment so she might feel sorry for him.

�Any kids?� she asked without appearing at all saddened by the
tale of the demise of his marriage.

�No,� he lied.

He had a son; now in his early twenties. But he wanted to get off
this topic. He did not want to have to explain himself, or even
foster lies to put her off his true history. He wanted to get
back to the easy rapport they had at the swings and see what
developed.

�OK,� he said quickly, and walked towards her from standing at
the door. �Let�s get your coat off and then we�ll put the kettle
on and make that drink,� he said cheerily and walked towards her.

She let him help her take the grey gabardine overcoat off and he
laid it neatly on the arm of his leather couch. He made a motion
at her blazer and she removed it without question; Coleman eyeing
the bump of her breasts on her grey school sweater. She looked
beautiful to him; young, fresh and very desirable and therefore
right in his slot. Despite his concern he might screw this up
somehow; he felt warm and a little excited about how far he had
coaxed her without apparently alarming her.

�Through here,� he said ushering her through to the kitchen.

He walked past her towards the bench where a silver kettle sat on
a plastic base. Beside the kettle were three identical crockery
pots. One marked coffee, one marked tea, and one was unmarked but
contained cocoa. To the left of the pots was a clunky wooden mug
tree with four large mugs hanging by their handles on the tree
branches. Millie took in the neat kitchen, and seeing the mugs,
beverage pots and kettle, she walked quickly to the bench beside
him.

�Let me,� she said quickly with a grin and pushed past him and
pulled the kettle base towards her.

Coleman was taken aback by her movement but he grinned and moved
aside and watched her studying the kettle to see how it was
turned on. It was an obvious big red button on the handle, and
after lifting the kettle to check if it had water in it,
satisfied it had enough water she pushed the button and it lit
up.

�Coffee or tea?� she said smiling at him.

�Um, coffee for me,� he said; pleased she seemed totally at ease
with him.

He watched her take two identical light brown coffee mugs off the
wooden mug tree and then she stood back and surveyed the bench
front. There was a column of drawers between two cupboards and
she instinctively opened the top drawer and smiled as she had
guessed correctly this was where the cutlery was. She took a
shiny teaspoon and, closing the drawer, she reached for the pot
marked Coffee.

�You seem to know what you�re doing,� Coleman said with a
chuckle.

�I have to,� she smiled back. �I have to take care of mum at
home.�

Coleman was standing on her left, turned with his side against
the bench and facing her; watching her spoon the coffee into the
cups. He was feeling excited by how well the situation had
developed and he was well aware he was half hard in his pants;
aroused by the closeness of the preteen. She seemed available.
She paused with a spoonful of instant coffee over the farthest
mug from him, and she glanced at him; seeking his approval on the
amount of the dull brown powder on the spoon.

�A little more,� he said grinning. �I take it black and quite
strong.�

The kettle was now beginning to hiss and rumble as the water
inside became hotter. Having dispensed the coffee into one mug
for Coleman, Millie was now measuring the coffee for her own
drink and she moved to her left towards him, rather than moving
the mug in front of her. Her hip bumped against Coleman�s crotch
and she froze momentarily. And then seemingly oblivious to the
contact with the man�s cock pushing against her hip, she went on
with what she was doing. Coleman was initially shocked at the
contact yet instantly recognised she must have felt his growing
erection; and likely knowing what the lump was she had not pulled
away. In fact he observed her actions with her hands had slowed
and he knew she was drawing out the simple task so she would not
immediately break the contact. Millie slowly turned the spoon and
let the powder trickle into the mug. She seemed to be watching it
yet Coleman knew she was watching him in her peripheral vision.
He eased his crotch slightly against her and held himself steady.
She pushed back. He repeated his pressure and she reciprocated;
the spoon finally spilling the last of the instant coffee into
the mug.

Millie stood with the empty spoon poised over the mug; the kettle
now beginning to rumble and shudder as the water began to boil.
Steam causing the whistle in the spout to start to stutter into a
low mournful whine as the pressure built inside the kettle. The
button on the handle released and the light went out and soon the
whistling of the kettle began to wane and falter. Millie stood
almost frozen in time; now concentrating on the man�s cock thrust
against her hip. Feelings of apprehension and excitement were
coursing through her body. The weird peculiar warmth she had come
to know was now spreading from the soles of her feet to her
scalp. She knew she should move; but she didn�t want to. And she
knew he was deliberately pressing against her just as she was
pressing against him. If the contact was accidental; prolonging
it was not. Her eyes were fixed on the spoon she held over the
mug yet her thoughts were very much focused on Coleman�s cock
pushing against her hip. Coleman saw her confusion and lightly
stroked her face with the back of his finger tips. He saw her
tremble visibly and her eyelids flutter slightly; her mouth half
open as she tried to control the rising excitement she was
feeling at this situation.

�You�re so beautiful,� he whispered leaning down near her ear.

Millie turned her head slightly and stared at him. Her eyelids
appeared heavy and she was almost trancelike.

�Would you like to see it?� Coleman crooned softly, as he gently
stroked her face; trailing his fingertips back and stoking her
earlobe beneath her hair; noting the small cheap stud earring she
wore.

The girl gave a slight shudder and she appeared to gulp for air.

�Would you like to see the cock?� Coleman crooned closer to her
ear; making a hard k-k sound on the word �cock�.

Millie swallowed hard and her eyes flickered and she blinked.

�Yes,� she said breathlessly.

Coleman eased back; filled with apprehension the breaking of
contact might rouse the girl from the apparent spell she was
under. His right hand slipped quickly down and he unzipped the
flies; his fingers feeling inside the gap of his boxer shorts,
untangling the now erect cock and pulling it out into view.
Millie sensed the movement and glanced down. He watched in
excited amusement as her eyes opened wide as she saw the large
red head of his cock flaring atop the thick shaft; the foreskin
forced back by the engorging of the organ with blood as it had
become erect. He studied her face and smiled as he saw she was
enthralled by what she saw. There was a clattering noise which
caused them both to start in fright. Millie had dropped the spoon
and it fallen head first into the mug. Both glanced at the source
of the noise and involuntarily, both heaved a sigh and let out
nervous chuckles as they realised what had spooked them. The
dropped spoon had broken the static situation and Millie reached
her hand to the cock jutting from Coleman�s flies.  He watched in
fascination at what seemed like slow motion, as the girl�s small
hand went for the cock and the fingers curled around the thick
shaft. She had reached forward as if to shake hands. After a few
disjointed pulls and pushes as she got used to the cock in her
hand, she switched her hand over to a dagger grip and slowly
wanked him more smoothly.

Coleman sighed �that�s it Millie�there�s a good girl�nice and
slow�feel it sweetheart,� he crooned.

The girl turned more to face him and she brought her free hand
and placed it on his thigh below the bench top where he leaned
his hip. Coleman placed one hand on her shoulder and continued
gently stroking her face with the other as he had been doing. Now
the fingers trailed down her neck across her throat and then
circled back to her jaw line; to then traverse up to her earlobe
and then fleetingly wander behind her neck where he gently
stroked the nape. The fingers then repeated their wandering. The
girl was now totally absorbed in what was happening. The thick
hard cock in her hand and the man�s fingers causing that strange
warmth to flow through her body. As her hand remembered the
lessons learned from not so long ago, she wanked him more
assuredly. Recalling what she had learned from the others before
Coleman. Concentrating on wanking him while being excited by his
caress, Millie was locked into the situation. When Coleman�s
fingers moved off her throat and to one breast, she sighed and
her eyelids fluttered as he felt her budding breast through her
sweater and blouse; the taut little nubbins sheathed in their
plain cotton training bra. Coleman fondled the breast as she
became more assured with wanking the cock. Millie had come to
know how soft the foreskin felt yet feeling the unmistakable
hardness of the organ in her hand. Her mind all agog in awe at
what was happening, she missed his hand moving from her shoulder
and dropping out of sight. The first she knew where it had gone
was when she felt the movement of her skirt against her leg and
she jumped in surprise as Coleman�s hand zeroed in and the
fingers cupped the swell of her sex through her panties under her
skirt.

Millie�s first reaction was to pull back in fright. This was not
allowed. Yet she was holding his naked cock in her hand; enjoying
the feel of it and knowing in herself the enjoyment he was
experiencing which in turn pleased her. She steeled herself
against the impertinent hand on her sex and held her ground.
Within a few seconds that slowly dragged into a minute and then
another minute, she remained calm as Coleman felt her sex through
her plain white cotton underpants. Their union was complete. He
stroked her breast and fondled her vulva through the panties; she
wanked his cock. Eventually his fingers slid inside the leg
opening and her eyes fluttered once more as she felt his bare
fingers on her labia. Coleman pressed on and soon he had twisted
the tips of his fingers inside the taught dry slit of her sex. He
quickly learned there was little more he could do given her
dryness, so he concentrated on gently feeling her slit.
Occasionally he tried to push further inside the tightness of her
panty leg; to push down under and nearer to the vaginal opening.
But the garment restricted his progress so he contented himself
with the position he had gained relatively trouble free. Millie�s
hand was now urgent and ragged on his cock. Her concentration now
distracted as her mind swirled in confusion due to the hand
inside her panties; touching her there and knowing she should
resist but she could not. Though Coleman�s was not the first male
hand to touch her so intimately, in her mind she felt it was too
soon. This should not happen yet; so soon after meeting him at
the swings. But rather than break free in alarm as she felt she
should; and not wanting to relinquish the hold on his cock which
she enjoyed, she suddenly dropped to one knee, causing Coleman�s
hand to be wrenched from her panties. He was taken by surprise
and his mouth fell open. A cry of surprised objection caught in
his throat. And his look of surprise widened as he saw her head
obscure her hand on his cock and then he felt the warmth of her
lips engulf the cock head. Within seconds his surprise turned to
bliss as her hand stroked the shaft and she sucked him with a
strong grip of her lips; occasionally the lips seal being broken
and she made gentle lip-smacking noises before engulfing the cock
in a tight seal once more. Millie proceeded to suck his cock
slowly and lovingly. Grasping the big organ in both hands as she
knelt and swirled her tongue; and sucked this adult cock as she
had learned. It took no more than a minute or two of her expert
sucking and stroking that Coleman�s blissful expression changed
to one of amazement as it dawned on him; his was not the first
cock she had sucked.

Coleman relaxed to let Millie suck him; comfortable the preteen
girl knew what she was doing. His hands held her head lightly and
occasionally he stroked her hair and her face. Crooning softly at
how great she was. Enjoying the actual sex as well as feeling
excited knowing her age and the circumstances that brought her
here. He was deciding she had come willingly knowing the
probability of exactly what was taking place. She must have
wanted it right from meeting at the swing. That is why she came
here with him so readily. He could never have imagined this yet
it was what he hoped for. It had come good far better than he
could ever have anticipated. As smugness fueled his ego his
excitement grew. He seemed harder than he ever thought possible
and soon his gentle holding of her head became more deliberate.
Soon he held her firm and slowly moved his hips; joining in with
her rhythm. As his arousal began to build, Coleman�s
self-knowledge of his cock and balls started to take over and
soon he was controlling the speed of his cock in her mouth. Now
Millie was clinging to his cock as it began pushing in and out at
a much more urgent pace to what she felt comfortable with.
Several times the cock hit the back of her throat and she worked
her cheeks and tried twisting her head to relieve the intrusion
so deep in her throat. Coleman recognised her brief distress and
eased back; by now fucking her face to his own rhythm. As his
arousal peaked and he gasped audibly �oh fuck�fucking sweet
J-e-e-e-e-suss� Millie felt a surge of panic recognising he was
about to cum. She dropped both hands from the cock jammed in her
mouth and placed them against his thighs and tried to lever
herself back. But he held her tightly by the head. She could not
break free and as she heard his gasps become low guttural gasps
of apparent distress, she felt the first spurts of semen power
against the back of her throat as he held himself rigid; the cock
jammed inside her mouth. Her heart was thumping and she
desperately tried to get the cock from her throat. But he was too
strong, and with a series of crude guttural groans and gasps,
Coleman emptied his balls and flooded the little girl�s mouth;
the cum dribbling from the corners of her lips stretched open by
the girth of the cock.

Coleman eventually recognised the girl�s distress and now that
the surge of pleasure had rushed through him, he allowed the cock
to slip from her mouth and eased the grip on her head. There was
a loud smacking popping noise as the cock sprung clear of
Millie�s lips and the little girl slipped to both knees and
dropped her head as she braced her hands before her on the mat,
supporting her weight in front of the bench. She gasped and
spluttered and coughed semen onto the mat and after her breathing
came under control, she wiped the back of a hand across her mouth
and worked her aching jaw. The taste of semen was not entirely
foreign to her but it was the fact she had taken it all that was
mildly distressing to her. Even once her breathing was under
control, she kept her head down, working her jaw and sluicing
saliva around her mouth to rid herself of the residue of
Coleman�s semen.

�Are you OK?� she heard him ask quietly, as he slowly tucked his
cock back in his trousers.

She nodded; her head still bowed so she did not have to look at
him just yet.

�Come on�let�s get you on your feet,� he said gently and reached
for an arm.

At first she moved to shrug him away, but given there was little
else to do but stand up, she allowed him to help her stand.

�You were fantastic,� he said; and he meant it.

The girl looked off to one side; an almost sullen expression on
her face.

�You were really, really great,� he said and he embraced her.

At first she stiffened but as she sensed a genuine tenderness
about him, she relaxed and let him cuddle her.

�Such a beautiful, beautiful girl,� he crooned near her ear as he
embraced her.

He held her for some moments and the feeling of disappointment
she had felt because of the way he had raped her mouth, began to
wane and she did enjoy his embrace. She had missed the love and
affection of a father figure all her life. It was this longing
which had created the weakness that she had submitted to two
previous illicit affairs with men. Searching for the closeness
and enjoying of the praise heaped on her afterwards; just as
Coleman was doing. And she had enjoyed the feeling of empowerment
and control she quickly learned when handling a grown man�s cock.
She had indeed recognised something in Coleman at the swing.
Given her past mostly enjoyable experiences she was prepared to
see what would develop with him. Coleman moved her back a little
and he surprised her by kissing her. She liked this and she
melted in his arms and they kissed hungrily. Once again Coleman
recognising she was no novice at kissing. Any lingering
resentment Millie had at Coleman�s carnal onslaught and filling
her mouth with cock and cum began to subside; and after he
finally released her yet still held her gently, she gave him a
warm smile and gazed up at him.

�You�re so big,� she said impishly. �And there was heaps and
heaps.�

�Smooth talker,� he grinned and kissed her. �But thank you,� he
added after breaking the kiss. �You were so beautiful�so brave.�

Given he had won her back despite the crude way he had used her,
Coleman did not want to let the moment pass without pushing
forward his agenda. He gently turned her so her back was against
the bench and he kissed her again. Becoming deliberately more
passionate such that the little girl was overwhelmed and
breathless; yet fully enjoying his attention and ardor. It was in
the midst of this passion that he slid a hand under her skirt;
and when she felt the fingers pull the waist band of her
underpants, she didn�t flinch but instead clung to him as his
fingers slid down her hairless pubis and curled under her crotch.
She let Coleman feel her sex all over. Almost as an exercise in
domination, Coleman felt the little girl intimately; occasionally
pausing from kissing to ease his head back and hold eye contact
with her while his fingers conducted a thorough examination of
her youthful sex. The middle finger of his hand curling up to the
first knuckle inside the tight opening of her vagina as he
deliberately held her gaze; as if trying to mesmerize her with
his knowing stare.

�You feel so beautiful,� he whispered and she blushed and a wan
smile came to her lips.

�So soft and warm,� he continued, and they kissed. After ten
minutes of holding the preteen against the bench and ravaging her
cunt with his fingers, he pulled his hand from her panties. He
had taken her to an exciting and carnal place. He felt she could
never feel embarrassed or reluctant to have him feel her
intimately like this again. He had totally seduced her. Made her
pliable for what else he had in mind.

�You�re such a beautiful, good girl,� he crooned and kissed her
neck and her face dissolved into a mawkish smile as she clung to
him.

�Thank you,� she whispered against his neck.

�Come upstairs Millie?� he said softly. �We can be more
comfortable up there.�

A look of reluctance clouded her young face but his eyes held her
gaze and she felt the reluctance wane. In her mind the sex should
have ended with his cumming in her mouth. But his fingers were
tenderly raking her sex and feeling her intimately. She was both
excited and apprehensive about what she was permitting him to do.
Good sense told her she should curtail any further sexual
contact. Leaving the kitchen could only lead to more. His
searching gaze and the fingers slipping along her crack caused
her to falter and she gave in.

�Alright,� she said breathlessly, and she allowed him to guide
her by the arm.

His hand slipped from her crotch, albeit temporarily as he led
her to the stairs. Millie�s mind was a whirl of conflicting
emotions. One part screaming �NO� the other saying �you went this
far, you must�. Coleman guided her upstairs to his bedroom; a
look of pure lust on his face as he gently steered her towards
the double bed in his bedroom.

****

To Millie, the next hour was a blur. He made her stand at the end
of his bed and embraced her once more. He went for her sex down
the waist band of her panties, quickly becoming frustrated at
groping inside them, and eventually pushing the plain white
cotton garment past her knees so they caught around her ankles.
He eased her back so her buttocks hit the end of the bed and he
laid her back. Her legs splayed apart as she braced her feet on
the floor. This had the effect of projecting her pubis forward
and he folded her skirt back up on her chest and feasted his eyes
hungrily on her naked bald sex. The girl blushed and turned her
head to one side to avoid catching his gaze; her body flushed
with excitement and embarrassment. She was already resigned to
the fact he was going to fuck her. She wasn�t a virgin; hadn�t
been for some two years or so. But now she felt she simply could
not go back on what she had apparently promised by agreeing to
come upstairs.

�He�s going to do it,� she thought to herself. �I have to go
along with it�.

He surprised her by crouching and bringing his face into her
crotch. After studying her vulva and gently prodding the vaginal
opening, Coleman leaned forward and drew the full length of his
tongue along her slit. Millie jumped in surprise and she sighed
as a broad smile spread over her face.

�Oh ye-s-s� she thought.

This she liked. It had happened all too infrequently but it was
something she genuinely enjoyed. Coleman pursed his tongue and
pushed it into her slit as he slavered lovingly up and down the
taught labia. Inhaling her little girl sex smell; his cock now
rampant in his pants once more. He worked her for some time and
Millie began to feel warm and tingling all over. The tongue
dallied on her juvenile clitoris and she gasped and made small
mewling noises as the nice feelings jolted through her. Colman
slobbered as he sucked and laved her at her cunt. Drenching her
sex with copious amounts of saliva. She was wet and the saliva
ran down her slit, across her perineum and to her butt crack. The
whole experience was carnally delicious for both man and girl.
And by the time Coleman reared up, cock in hand to mount her,
Millie simply spread her legs wider and lifted her hip towards
him as she watched him take his big cock and move between her
legs. Seeing her moving to accommodate him, Coleman grinned in
appreciation at her and once he had the head engaged he let his
cock go to lift her legs. He lifted them up over his shoulders,
and then he stood stooped over her and pushed into her tightness.
The wetness from his saliva and the precum glistening on his
cock-head made a subtle lubricant and he slowly eased forward;
his cock-head slowly spreading the preteen�s vagina open. She
lifted her hips a little more and let out a low moan as the big
cock slid an inch and a half in one sharp shove. Coleman paused
to allow the little girl to get used to it. She had turned her
head back to face him and she was watching him intently now.
Sensing he had given her long enough to adjust to the thickness
of his cock spreading her vagina. Coleman gave another sharp
shove and Millie gasped and closed her eyes. Coleman was half
inside. He could see she was gritting her teeth. He wondered if
she was hurting as she had not cried out or complained. He leaned
harder against her and her eyes flew open and she gasped audibly
as he finally sheathed himself to the hilt; his balls slapping
her buttocks and the cock-head thudding into her juvenile cervix.
Millie�s eyes were open wide as she realized he had skewered her
to the hilt.

�Oh�ah�oh God,� she gasped; more as a stifled sob.
�Gently�please,� the little girl mumbled.

�With pleasure,� Coleman murmured and he pulled back and slowly
pushed back deep once more.

Millie gasped and grunted as she felt the nagging discomfort of
being stretched impossibly wide, and the ache as the big cock
butted her tender insides. Coleman fucked her slowly and
methodically. Reveling in the little girl�s grunts and gasps;
knowing he was over-size for her tender hole, yet this is what
spurred him on. Millie�s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish
gulping as he spread her wide; holding her legs behind her knees
and stretching her open. Swinging his hips obscenely as he stood
between her stretched legs, and he sawed crudely in and out of
the little girl�s tight cunt. Coleman fucked her energetically.
Shoving to the hilt and drawing almost out; to shoved back in and
batter her insides. He drew the fuck out for twelve to fourteen
minutes; pausing when he got too close to ejaculating. Leaning
over her and insinuating one hand inside her blouse under her
sweater. Grasping the breasts and eventually getting the hand
under her training bra and roughly massaging the taught budding
breasts and twirling the little nubbins of nipples. Preoccupied
as he allowed his arousal to ebb so he wouldn�t cum too soon.
Sensing his excitement had waned just enough, He began fucking
the girl in earnest once more. One hand thrust under her sweater;
inside her blouse and bra as he ravaged her breasts and nipples.
Millie was groaning and gasping almost continually now. Genuinely
taken over by the excitement of the rhythmic working over she was
getting. Her body tingling with excitement and she wrapped her
arms around his shoulders and hooked her legs behind his waist
and studied him through half closed eyes he fucked her. With a
cry of dismay he reached the point he could not hold back from
cumming, so as to maximise the ejaculation he started to rut into
her more energetically and she realised he had had lost control;
her face lighting up as she realised he was going to cum.

�Yes�yes�yes�that�s it�yes�cum�cum,� the little girl babbled.

Coleman was spurred on by her urging and he was now slamming hard
into her. The girl�s excitement blocking out the discomfort of
his oversize cock in her tight cunt. Coleman came gasping and
growling; spewing into her depths. His teeth bared and his head
thrown back as he shoved harder; draining his cock of the last
drops of semen. Eventually collapsing forward on the preteen�s
torso; whimpering and sobbing like a baby. She hugged him to her
and a broad smile came over her face.

�Rest,� she whispered. �Just lie quietly.�


*****

They did have the hot drink. The sex completed and both having
cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom, Coleman had reached to the
kettle and turned it on again. He walked to the fridge and came
back with a carton of milk.

�Milky coffee,� he said with a grin.

She smiled wanly at him and nodded. They adjourned to the living
room and he handed her a plate of biscuits he had hastily
prepared. She took a chocolate chippie and munched into it. They
sat in silence for a few minutes and then Coleman looked at his
watch.

�Just gone a quarter past four,� he said.

�Oh�it seemed like we only just got here,� she said and then
blushed recalling what had made time fly.

�What time should you go?� he asked a little pensively.

He recalled she said her mother usually came home after
six-thirty most days. She had just over two hours. But of course
a lot of that would be lost given she had to bus home.

�Maybe half past five�I need to get to a bus stop�then back to
the square and then out to Merton,� she said as she munched
another biscuit.

�You live at Merton?� he said a little surprised.

She nodded and stared at him quizzically.

�Why? What�s wrong with Merton?� she asked a little indignantly.

�Oh�nothing�nothing. It�s just that it�s not handy to St.
Peter�s,� he said.

�Mum sent me to St. Peter�s after Gran died. When we got Gran�s
money�the inheritance,� she explained. �Mum said it�s what Gran
would have wanted�a better education for me,� Millie said;
sounding like she was parroting what her mother probably said.

�And how is it going?� Coleman asked.

Millie glanced away and reddened.

�Oh�Ok�quite good,� she said but he knew she was lying.

Despite the better class of school, it was a cinch it wasn�t
necessarily helping the girl with her education. Another period
of silence followed. Coleman realised he had little in common
with a twelve year old girl.

�You OK?� he asked tentatively.

�Of course,� she said with a forced grin; trying to show she was
OK with what had happened.

He nodded his acceptance she was Ok and looked at her.

�I�I�m not the first�to�with you, am I?� he said evenly watching
for a reaction.

She looked away and her face reddened. She nervously munched the
biscuit and chewed it without replying.

�You�ve done that before�what we did,� he said watching her.

Millie looked uncomfortable and sipped her coffee; grimacing as
it was hot. He was about to press her further when she suddenly
looked at him. Her face serious and her eyes held his gaze.

�You don�t ask me about anyone else�and I don�t mention you to
anyone,� she said evenly.

He was taken aback by her tone and instantly knew she was warning
him off asking any questions. He stared at her and realised it
was a rehearsed statement. One she no doubt had used before. He
caught the sentiment. �Don�t ask me about others and I won�t tell
on you.� He saw the look of determination on her face and decided
to drop it.

�A good answer,� he said with a nervous chuckle. �I can live with
that.�

They finished their coffee and biscuits in relative silence, and
she stood and got her blazer and put it on. He stood and got her
overcoat and helped her into it.

�I�d run you home but I don�t have a car,� he said with a laugh.

�I can bus,� she said in an off hand way.

He was worried he had pissed her off with his question about her
sexual experience.

�I�ll walk you to Trammell Road�near the park. The buses stop
there,� he volunteered.

�It�s Ok, I can find my way back,� she said a little curtly.

He blanched at her answer. If she could find her way out to the
bus stop, no doubt she could find her way back here; perhaps with
her mother, or the police. Was she the sort to run and tell? Did
she regret coming here? He buoyed himself with her warning him
not to ask her about others she may have been with and she
wouldn�t tell others about him. So perhaps she clearly wasn�t
disposed to spilling the beans on her partners, whoever they
were. She moved towards the front door and he walked quickly to
open it for her.

�I can walk you to the bus stop,� he offered.

�It�s OK�I think I can find my way back,� she said.

Coleman was nervous. She could be walking out of his life
forever.

�Will I see you again?� he said tentatively.

She glanced at him and saw he was apprehensive she would say no.
She forced a smile.

�Maybe,� she said enigmatically. �You might see me at the swings
sometime,� she added.

�How often do you go there?� he asked, recalling she was only
there today because of a screw up with her dental appointment.

�Not often,� she said smiling teasingly at him; realising he was
wound up she was about to walk out of his house for good.

He looked defeated. She was offering no certainty whatsoever.

�I sometimes go there of a Saturday,� she said still with the
teasing smile. �When mum�s at work. It�s a nice place.�

His face brightened and he saw her comment as a lifeline. He
smiled at her and nodded.

�I sometimes go for a walk Saturdays�say late morning,� he
volunteered expectantly.

�You might be lucky�you might not,� she said diffidently, and she
reached for the door handle and opened his front door.

He stood helplessly, realising she was not about to commit to
seeing him again.

�What time?� he said almost desperately. �On Saturday�say a
time�I�ll meet you there?�

�I never said anything for certain,� she said turning to look at
him. �You�ll just have to wait and see,� she added and she
stepped out the door.

He watched her briefly before she disappeared around the corner.
And then furtively looked across the street to see if anyone was
watching, he closed the door and wearily retreated to his couch.
This had been a watershed day. He slumped on the couch and sat
looking at a spot on the floor. He recalled the sex and felt
better. It had been amazing. He had dominated her; used her as he
wanted. And she had clearly enjoyed it. What�s more, it was
evident she was used to it, that he was sure of. How dare she
tease him at the end of it all? He reflected on the circumstances
that had brought him to this. He had little contact with kids;
even his now adult son had only been around in his life as a
preschooler. And his contact with adolescents and preteens was
less the wholesome and hardly typical to foster rapport. In the
last couple of years he was in the army, Coleman had become a sex
tourist during his leave periods; seeking out young girls and
boys. Tight young bodies from different cultures that Coleman and
his pedophilic cronies had eagerly shoved themselves into to
satisfy their carnal lust. Like most of his sick friends, it was
the age of the children that gave the greatest thrill. The gender
did not matter. The tight arse of a willing Arab boy, or the
equally tight cunt of a Thai girl; it made no difference to
Coleman and his mates as they moved about the world to countries
where underage children could be had without much difficulty. But
once he left the army, his pension was no match for his army pay,
so the excursions had decreased to a point where it was some
months since he had traveled. The last time was to Romania where
he had been put in touch with persons who would deliver what he
had come to crave. Being here like this today with Millie was the
first ever successful conquest of any kid who had English as
their first language. And he felt satisfied and somewhat smug he
had actually seduced her and she wasn�t simply laid on because he
had the wherewithal to pay. It was a real sense of achievement.
This past afternoon with Millie was a huge fillip to him. He was
determined not to let it go. He had correctly deduced she was
sexually active; and with some experience if he was correct. And
given that probable experience, he was determined to tap into it
further.

Millie got to the bus stop without too much trouble. She knew she
would have no trouble finding her way back to his house if she
chose to return. But he had scared her a little. There was
something about what had happened that was just too fast for her.
She stared out the window of the bus as it took her away from
Coleman�s suburb and back to the town square which was the hub
for the bus service. She pondered her sexual history to date and
a feeling of regret flowed through her. She had let so much
happen these past two years; all stemming from Des, her mother�s
boyfriend when she was barely ten. He was some five or six years
younger than her mother. Being placed in his care at times her
mother worked had given him the opportunity to get Millie�s
trust. It happened easily and by the time her mother split with
him after nearly eleven months, the girl had lost her virginity
and had become proficient in full penetrative sex and adept at
oral sex and hand jobs. Her sexual life seemed to gain momentum
from there. Her mother�s subsequent boyfriend found her
surprisingly friendly and built on her sexual expertise with him
as well. Then there were a couple of pick-ups at the local
shopping precinct. She had become discretely promiscuous without
realising it. She gazed out the window and sadly reflected on
what she had been through. She had struggled to know the
difference between right and wrong. And naively she felt she was
as much to blame as the guys who used her. She had promised to
keep her silence as part of their game. Now it seemed way too
late to change anything; and circumstances since had reinforced
the belief it was really her fault. She could have stopped it.
But she hadn�t, and if the truth be known, she didn�t want to.
Well not just yet.


****

Coleman fretted those next few days after Millie�s departure. He
went over what had happened in his mind repeatedly, and up until
the Friday he seemed to be constantly masturbating in
frustration; reliving the moments with the nubile Millie. Longing
for Saturday and the expectation she would return, he stopped
wanking himself in an effort to recharge his balls as it were.
Saturday came he went to the park and stood on the path and gazed
across at the swings. There was the usual assortment of parents
and younger children, but no Millie. He walked to the brick
toilet block at the end of the park, and seeing they were
deserted, he slowly walked back towards the playground. Twice
Coleman walked back and forth until early afternoon, and as it
began to drizzle lightly, he abandoned his vigil and wearily
returned home. He sat on his couch drinking a cup of coffee,
Despondent that Millie had not returned as she had hinted at. At
about three thirty, he noted the light rain had stopped so he
decided for one last try at the park. He walked quickly, eager in
anticipation she might be there. He approached the playground
area from the opposite end he had first seen her. He looked
expectantly to the right where the swings and play apparatus
stood nestled in the clearing of the barren trees. As he
approached his heart leapt in anticipation. Sitting on the middle
swing was Mille. He felt happy she was there and scanning to see
there was nobody else around, he quickened his pace towards her;
cutting behind the climbing apparatus and walking up to her.

�Mille,� he called expectantly.

She was sitting much as he had seen her that first day with the
swing chain hooked under her arms and leaning forward idly
lolling on the swing. She looked up quickly when she saw him.

�Millie, you came,� he said nervously; trying to conceal his
excitement she was there.

She grinned at him but did not speak; her head cocked slightly to
one side in an almost coquettish manner. He could see she wore a
tan pea jacket over a cream sweater and a pair of tight blue
jeans. On her feet she wore ubiquitous white trainers that had
dirt on the toes where she had been dragging them in a tiny
puddle under the swing. A typical kid playing in mud and water.
As he came up to her she sat up and took the swing chain in her
hands and made a feeble effort to swing, as if that is why she
was actually sitting there.

�You�re late,� she challenged,� with a small grin.

�I came earlier�this morning�I thought�� he began by way of
excuse.

�I couldn�t come this morning. Mum started work at one, not a
nine as she usually did. I had to stay around home while she was
still there. She switched shift for today,� the girl explained
casually.

�Well you�re here now,� he grinned and he walked behind her and
took the base of the swing.

She giggled and adjusted her bum on the seat and allowed him to
push her gently.

�What time does your mum finish work,� he asked as he gradually
increased the arc of her swing; easing back to ensure she didn�t
hit him on the back-swing.

�Seven o�clock tonight,� she said with a lilt in her voice;
clearly enjoying the now vigorous swinging he was causing.

�You�re right�I�m late�I should have been her earlier,� he said
annoyed he�d not been here when she had arrived.

Time had been wasted while he sat at home.

�We have time,� she said as she continued to swing back and
forth.

He stepped around her and off to the side facing her. She frowned
realising he wasn�t helping her swing so she put some effort into
the action herself.

�Time?� he said nervously. �How much time?� he added and glanced
at his watch. It was nearly a quarter to four.

�Plenty of time,� she chuckled and pulled hard on the chains to
increase the swinging further.

He stood patiently waiting for her to wind down the swinging. She
saw he was a little agitated and knew he wanted to get away with
her. She teased him for about ten minutes. Coleman waiting
expectantly for her to slow down the swinging so they could
leave. Each time he caught her eye, she smiled teasingly at him
and seemed to spur herself on even more. His failure to react
further ruined her teasing somewhat so she stopped urging herself
forward and allowed the swing to slowly wind down. Coleman
eventually moving to the side of her and took the chains and
brought her to an abrupt halt.

�Enough of the swinging,� he chuckled. �I�m getting dizzy.�

She stepped off the swing and pushed her hands into her jacket
pocket. He stared longingly at her small boobs pushing at the
tight sweater and then hungrily eyed her tight vee in her crotch.
She was pure jailbait. Dozens of young girls like her frequented
the town mall on days like this. Yet here she was dressed to show
her charms, but sitting alone on a park swing on a grey overcast
day. He knew she had come specifically to meet him.

�Let�s get going,� he said quietly yet firmly.

No more need to pretend, he thought, and placed a hand gently on
a shoulder and she grinned and allowed him to guide her away from
the playground.

****

As soon as they arrived at Coleman�s house, Millie asked to use
the loo and Coleman showed her the way to the downstairs toilet.
He went straight to his bedroom and fossicked in the top drawer
of a small cabinet beside his bed. He found what he was looking
for; a half full tube of KY gel used mainly to lubricate his hand
for wank sessions before falling asleep. Wank sessions fueled by
reminiscences of sex with young preteens. He quickly returned to
the living room and had barely sat down when Millie returned; the
distant hiss of the downstairs toilet cistern audible beyond the
kitchen. Coleman acting relaxed as if he had never moved. Millie
smiled sweetly at him and sat down on the leather couch, pulling
one leg up under her and half facing him. Coleman looked at her
with a knowing smile and glanced at his watch; it was now nearly
four thirty.

�Time marches on,� he said and looking at her. �Come here
sweetheart,� he said softly and held a hand out.

Millie slipped her feet onto the floor and shuffled across the
gap to him and he pulled her around in front of his knees and
lifted her so she straddled him so they were crotch to crotch. He
kissed her and run his hands down her back.

�Let�s get more comfortable,� he said softly.

He helped her off with the jacket. She half stood straddling his
legs and gave a look of surprise as he reached for the sweater
bottom and started lifting it off her body. Clearly she thought
it was the jacket only to be removed just yet. With little
ceremony, Coleman stripped her upper body naked. Discarding the
small cotton training bra and vest she wore under her sweater.
She sat back down on his legs and remained passive while he
played with her small budding breasts. Taking them in his hands
and rubbing his face over them; slobbering them with his tongue
and lips, and nipping the nipples with his teeth so she gasped
and shuddered at the light pain. He was hard in his pants and he
took one of her hands and pushed it to his erection. She groped
it willingly and he paused working her boobs so she could fish
his erection out. Millie showed no reticence and after she had
his cock in her hand, gently wanking it, he nudged her shoulder
and she took the hint and slid off his legs and knelt between his
knees and went down on him. All that she had learned and all he
had come to expect followed as the preteen gave him an expert
hand and blow job. Coleman slowing her when he felt close;
occasionally taking the cock in his hand to slap her face and
shove it in the side of her mouth and delighting in watching her
cheek bulge as he shoved it against it. She bent it up and licked
the underside balls to head, wiped it against her face and then
lovingly cradled it in her hands; teasing it and squeezing it
before engulfing it in her mouth. He was soon beside himself with
lust and he quickly stood. She knelt watching this more than
middle-aged man frantically strip his clothes until he was
standing in his navy socks. His lower body covered in a mass of
tight curly hair with a large unruly pubic bush around the
obscene cock and balls hanging at his groin. Millie had seldom
seen men completely naked like this and she was in some awe at
just how big the ball sac looked; and how large the cock was
jutting from his body and coated in her saliva. Surely she had
not taken all that last time she was here. Coleman did not
hesitate after stripping, and reached for the buckle of her belt.
If Millie had wanted to resist there was little she could have
done; he grabbed her jeans and wrenched them and her underpants
to her ankles in one shove. She blushed knowing she was naked and
she felt a flush of insecurity at being so out of control of what
he was doing.

He roughly pushed her back so she lay half along the couch base.
Pushing one leg up the back of the couch and pulling the other
over the side of the base. She blanched deep red when she caught
sight of the pure carnal lust in his eyes as he focused on her
bald spread sex. His head moved down quickly and she sighed and
groaned, her face lighting up with a smile as she felt his tongue
slide wetly along the length of her preteen sex. �Oh yes� she
thought to herself, as he repeated the oral sex he had done to
her that first day. She cradled his head and welcomed the mouth
and lips nagging away at her special spot. Feeling her own
excitement rising; ignoring the discomfort of his fingers pushed
into her sex and stretching her open. Millie was excited by what
he was doing, yet not really sexually aroused. Her own pubescent
libido had yet to blossom. For now she was doing what she knew
best; giving in to a man using her body for his pleasure and
thereby enjoying the return of control she somehow felt, knowing
he was consumed by her. He was making he play but she knew she
held the power in her young body.

Coleman did not muck around. He retrieved the KY from his
discarded pants pocket after he had slavered and sucked her cunt
for some ten minutes or so. Millie lay calm watching him squeeze
the gel onto his fingers and then she stiffened and let out a
gasp as the cool lubricant was bluntly massaged into her sex.
Watching him through half closed eyes, she spread her legs a
little wider when he took his big cock and slipped it up and down
her slit several times; coating the head with her excess KY, and
then pushing down and forward so the blunt head engaged the
stretched her vaginal opening. With a series of two or three firm
shoves, all the while Millie gasping and grunting each time he
gained some depth, he slid tightly home so that his hairy balls
slapped against her buttocks. She felt like the air was being
squeezed from her body and she lifted her hips to ease some of
the discomfort due to the pressure he was causing on the back of
her tight opening. Coleman took her adjustment as a sign she was
ready. She was, and Coleman began to fuck her vigorously;
reveling in the fact that she was just a twelve year old girl
taking a grown adult�s cock.

She was well fucked. Coleman energetically digging into her; half
standing, half leaning over her with his big cock sliding back
and forth into the tight vagina sucking at the oversized pole
stretching it tight. Digging deep to hit her tender juvenile
insides as his hands groped her taut little breasts and nipples.
It was all Millie could do to stay alert to somehow minimize any
damage to her tender body this way. Grunting and gasping with
discomfort and concern as he ploughed her relentlessly; Coleman
lifting her buttocks with his hands and drilling deep. He
couldn�t keep the inevityable at bay. He was able to stave off
the inevitable twice but eventually the delirious feeling of
sweet release kicked in and he abandoned himself to simply fuck
harder as he began gasping and grunting each spurt of cum he
shoved into her. Gritting his teeth and lifting her buttocks as
he poled her deep. Yet Millie clung to him stoically as he shoved
and rutted; a weird look of fear and joy on her face as she
pulled him to her, knowing he was filling her insides as he came
hard.


***

They lay on the couch for some half hour or so. The coupling
eventually broken as Millie asked to get out from under to go to
the loo again. Coleman eased his semi-hard cock out of the tight
hole it was captured in, and moved to one side. The little girl
gingerly stood and walked carefully to the kitchen and to the
toilet beyond. Pausing when she knew he couldn�t see her, to bow
her legs and bend down to briefly inspect her tortured sex. She
cupped it with a hand and went on to the toilet and cleaned
herself with toilet paper. She wiped her inner thighs and after
she was satisfied she had wiped the residue of semen from her
inner groin and vulva, she sat back and reflected on what had
happened. He was certainly beside himself when he went at her.
Not like the other men she had had, who had been more cautious
with her. She sat for some five minutes or so; purposefully
taking this brief time out to distance herself from the man lying
naked on his couch. Eventually she knew she had to return to him.
She might want to simply flee but her clothes were strewn around
the couch on the floor. She flushed the loo and slipped out the
door; walking slowly back to the living room. Coleman was lying
on the couch facing her approach. She stared at the cock and
hairy balls, still somewhat in awe of the man�s tackle.

�God how did I take that?� she thought as she slowed towards the
couch.

Not easily, if the truth be known

�Come here sweetie,� he leered as he saw her slow to a stop just
at the far end of the couch.

Reluctantly she moved so he took her arm and pulled her to
straddle him as they had started at the beginning. He hugged her
and sat her still while he dragged his semi-hard cock under her
crotch and against her slit. He made himself hard and he bluntly
pushed her back and made her kneel and suck him as before. Millie
had little option but to go along with it. After a few minutes of
toying with her and subjugating her by slapping her with is
erection, he stood up.

�Time to get a little comfy upstairs,� he leered and pushed her
towards the stairs.

Soon he had her kneeling on his bed, her head buried in a pillow,
while Coleman indulged himself. He crouched behind her and licked
and sucked greedily at her dilated vagina and taut pucker and as
she became drenched in his saliva, he brought his other hand to
her vaginal opening and slid a wetted finger in. Working gently
until soon his index and middle fingers of his right hand were
gently opening the girl up again. His thumb teasing her juvenile
clitoris which despite the crudeness of this assault, was causing
her some enjoyment and she was now moving her hips gently to draw
him to a rhythm she wanted. He sensed her need and fell into her
rhythm; reaching for the KY he�d dropped on the bed beside her
knee. He deftly flipped the lid and brought the tube close to her
sex. He paused sucking her long enough to squeeze a long bead of
the gel on his fingers. Dropping the tube, he eased his fingers
back to her vaginal opening. He studied her young sex from
close-up as he greased her. This time deftly greasing the dark
rose of her anal pucker. She was so in awe of the feeling his
fingers were making, she missed the rapid excursion the greasy
finger made past her sphincter. Coleman had cunningly introduced
arse play so subtly she missed it; swamped in the total good
feelings he was causing her.

He greased his cock and this time he was more gentle and
considerate of easing it into her tight greasy hole. Slowly
moving back and forth as he lightly held her hips; listening to
her gasp and then make a sharp intake of breath as he bottomed
out inside her tender hole. His ball sac slapping her groin
signifying he was as far in as she could take. He slow fucked her
at first. And as he settled into the delicious groove, he stopped
moving and tapped her shoulder. Making he rock back and forth on
her knees. For near on ten minutes, Coleman knelt still as the
little girl rocked steadily back and forth. Millie became
enthralled by the control he had handed her and she indulged
herself. Feeling herself spread wide and the cock pushing her
inner vaginal walls as she rocked back and forth. Coleman lightly
stroked her back and flanks, causing little shivers of delight to
the small girl. Occasionally the pad of a thumb dragged gently
across her anal pucker.  The thumb becoming more impertinent, and
after a brief pause to smear a dollop of KY on his middle finger,
Coleman slowly inched his thick finger into her anus. He had her
so wrapped up in her leading the action that he had his finger
inside her arse to the second knuckle before she realised it. Now
she was rocking on his cock and sodomising herself on his finger.
When the feelings of both holes now filled actually flooded
slowly through her conscious mind, his finger was well
established and she did little to repel it�s presence in her
tight rectum. With the girl seemingly unconcerned about the rude
finger invading her arse, Coleman deftly distributed more KY
around the finger and briefly re-greased his cock. Millie missed
the obvious. He had his cock pressed solidly against the anal
opening before it completely dawned on her what he was doing. By
the time the alarm bells rang in her mind and she froze with
fear, Coleman had punched the head of his cock through her
sphincter; causing the little girl to call out �no� and gasp in
pain. Her head sagging to the pillow and she tried to scoot
forward on her knees to flee the weird feeling of having her
sphincter being prised open so rudely. She gained little forward
movement to flee; her head coming up against the headboard of the
bed. Being jammed between his advancing cock and the head board,
the best she could do was twist her head to gain a small half
head of respite, which did little to stop the big cock spread her
open and slide into her rectum.

�Oh God no,� Millie sobbed. �It hurts, take it out�please take it
out.�

She struggled to move further away and tried to roll over on one
side in the hope of disengaging the fiery stretching of her
arsehole.

�Easy my gorgeous little fucker,� Coleman leered cruelly and drew
one forearm under her throat and the other under abdomen.

Holding her near choking, and pulling her buttocks back, he
punched the last few inches into the little girl�s tight arse.
Millie was now wailing and complaining constantly at the pain and
fiery stretching of her sphincter. Her hands grabbing at the
duvet as she tried to escape his grasp. Her voice was hoarse from
the pressure of his arm on her throat. With little care for the
girl�s painful predicament Coleman sodomised her steadily.
Shoving as deep as he could; his balls swing and slapping her
vulva as he burrowed deep in her arse. He worked her relentlessly
despite her complaining and crying. If little boys her build
could take it in the arse without complaint, so could she. Her
strength was waning with each rapid shove, such that he was
forcing her flat. Only for Coleman to reposition her by tugging
her under the waist to bring her back to the right height for him
to pole deep. This was to become a multi-hole coupling. Coleman
briefly pulled from her anus and shoved deep into her cunt in one
push. The little girl�s complaining easing as she was more
familiar with the cock in her cunt. But starting to cry and
complain once more as he pulled out of her cunt and shoved it
quickly into the greasy dilated arsehole; causing the fire to
return to her guts as he shoved to the hilt. He ravaged both
holes alternately for near fifteen minutes before setting himself
to erupt deep in her arsehole. Shoving to the hilt and holding
her tightly as before; the girl barely able to breathe and
fatigue rapidly overtaking her. He came in a series of long
controlled spurts; barely moving inside of her. His cock pulsing
against the tightness of her chute as the semen spurted from his
cock and he flooded her bowels.


***


He lay wasted on his side. His cock still coated with the dew of
her anal cavity, semen and KY. A light brown ring near the base a
testament the girl�s rectum was not entirely clear. He watched
her slowly drag herself off the bed and walk unsteadily to the
door in search of the bathroom. He didn�t know how long she had
been gone when he opened his eyes again. There was a banging on
his front door. He blinked sleepily and looked around the dim
room. It was obviously later than he thought. Coleman was aware
his clothes were downstairs. He looked around in a state of
confusion wondering where the girl was.

�Coming,� he mumbled feebly and staggered to his wardrobe and
found his seldom used bathrobe. He belted it up and walked
unsteadily down the stairs. By now the banging on his door was
almost incessant.

�What the fuck is all the fuss,� he growled as he reached for the
door and pulled it open.

He stood stunned and confused looking at two men standing on his
doorstep; glowering angrily at him.

�About time you dirty fucking bastard,� one man said with a
distinct London accent.

Coleman missed the punch which caught him dead in the
breadbasket. He went backwards and buckled and land on his arse,
bent forward holding his gut from the searing pain that had
winded him.

�What the fuck�� he groaned and rolled over to his knees in a
valiant effort to stand.

�Dirty fucking child rapist,� the man growled again and kneed him
full in the side of the ribs.

At some point the assault on his stomach robbed him of breath and
normal breathing and he briefly passed out. He thankfully did not
feel the several direct punches he took to the head. When he
finally came to after the cold water from his kettle had been
poured over his head as he lay on the living room floor, he
eventually was able to roll half sitting and blearily regarded
the two men sitting on his couch facing him.

�Was she good,� the second man who hadn�t spoken asked him. �The
lil� gal�was she up to your usual, you dirty perverted bastard?�
he growled and he pushed Coleman with a foot so he fell.

�Easy Tel,� the second man said. �Need him to get with it. We�ve
got some negotiating to do,� he added with grin and he came off
the couch and grabbed Coleman�s hair and roughly dragged the
older man to his feet.

For a brief moment Coleman wavered in front of the shorter stocky
younger man; his old army training struggling to come to the fore
in his befuddled mind. Wanting to lash out and deal to this prick
that had burst into his house. The man saw the flicker of
rebellion in Coleman�s eyes and dissuaded him from acting with a
short sharp knee to his balls, steadying Coleman as he cried out
and wavered to buckle; pushing him back to the lone easy chair
opposite the couch. The two intruders waited patiently while
Coleman was able to assemble some control of his pain and
predicament.

�Now let�s us have a little chat,� the first man said in a
sarcastic tone. �I�m Des and this here is Tel. And we are here
because you have been a naughty, dirty, dirty little man with my
brother�s little gal Marie,� he continued.

�Marie? There was no girl�no Marie,� Coleman gasped trying to get
the pain to leave his abdomen.

�What did she call herself then?� Des asked smiling menacingly at
Coleman. �She�s been known to use a few names�what was it this
time?�

Coleman blinked. �A few names�? It slowly began to dawn on him.
He knew Millie had been with men before. It was entirely possible
she had picked him up when he thought he had picked her up. And
now these two men seemingly aware of what went on; and one
claiming to be an uncle.

�Thought you�d pulled a young bird?� Tel asked with a grin.
�She�s a little pro. She pulled you more like it�you horny dumb
fuck,� he laughed, endorsing Coleman�s realisation.

�Well�anyway�whoever she said she was�she�s a bit of a naughty
girl to,� Des continued. �And she takes a bit of looking after,
while her dad�me brother�is banged up. Which is down to us,� he
added, indicating Tel and him.

Tel walked around the room and made a show as if appraising the
property.

�Should get few bob from this place I expect Des,� he said
looking slyly at his mate.

�First things first Tel�let�s not get greedy. I�m sure our little
girl lover here might have more modest way of seeing us right�on
our little girl�s behalf�if you get our drift,� Des said grinning
at Coleman.

�You won�t get away with it,� Coleman growled realising what they
were alluding to.

�Oh I think so,� Des answered and stood and walked in front of
Coleman.

He held out a pair of girl�s underpants. Coleman wasn�t sure if
they were Millie�s but he presumed they were.

�She a pro if nothing else,� Des sneered. �I have her knickers
here she thoughtfully gave me before we dropped her off�all
signed and stamped with your DNA you dirty cunt,� he sneered
again, pushing his face closer to Coleman�s.

Coleman got the drift. Millie�Marie�was the bait. The honey trap
as they call it. He was the fool who had gone along with it. Now
the blackmail�the extortion based on fear of being exposed as a
pedophile child molester and locked up for a long time. Given the
girl�s performance, Coleman suspected he was not the first to
fall for the game.

�How much?� he asked after a period of silence.

�Let�s start with the cards�the ATM, the credit card and PIN.
Let�s see what you can muster first up�we can take you for a
little ride to the hole-in-the-walls and make a few cash
withdrawals as a starter,� Des said gloatingly. �And if we are
not entirely satisfied, we�ll see what else you can offer,� he
said brightly and gazed purposefully around the neat living room.
�You�re right Tel�nice little place this,� Des said with a sickly
grin, and looking down at Coleman, he added: �Whatever you can
start with sunshine. After all, I�m told our little gal is well
worth it. Haven�t had the pleasure meself�I prefer women not
kids. But she should be worth a few bob for starters.�

Des leaned down into Coleman�s tired defeated face.

�And you made quite a mess of her little arse you disgusting
dirty fucker. She was well upset by what you did there,� he
sneered menacingly. �Now how helpful can you be then? And if you
are remotely unhelpful, a word to the Old Bill, and someone might
be prodding something nasty in your arse in the nick if you don�t
cooperate.�

Coleman closed his eyes and sighed in resignation at his
predicament. They had him. She had had him. He was tethered and
set to be milked dry by these extortionists and their little jail
bait. He�d wished he�d walked right past those bloody swings.


The End


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