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Childhood Story: Anya
by Y.G.Hen (yodgimelhen-1@hotmail.com) 

***

This is the continuing story about my younger years and the sex I 
was lucky enough to have at an early age. (Fb, ped, inc, nc, preg)

***

When Rosa left me, Anya was very sympathetic. The romance must 
have appealed to her. Anyway, she told me I could always come to 
her and cry on her shoulder, if I want a sympathetic listener. She 
didn't actually use that idiom, it would be silly. As I have told 
you, Anya was an 11 years old girl, about one year older than I. 
She was my height, and of slender built and by far the most 
beautiful girl that I had seen by then, and one of the most 
beautiful that I have ever seen since. She had a cherubinic face, 
as if painted by Rafael, with big and deep blue ponds as eyes, 
full rosy lips and a bright, almost white complexion.  

All this beauty was surrounded by flowing waves of golden blonde 
hair, and sitting on a fragile looking stem of a neck, which made 
you, I mean me, want to hug and protect her from the evils of this 
world. Did you notice that I haven't mentioned her boobs? Well, 
she hadn't had any. Well at least I wasn't sure if she had some or 
it was only the padded bra that she was wearing. 

As for the rest of the body, well she had a hint at a rounded 
bottom that made one painfully aware that she was a girl, but no 
more. What would you expect at her age? I was flattered that she 
considered me worthy to keep her company-swear to god I thought on 
these lines! – so I did use her invitation quite often.

I found that Anya, like Rosa, did like to day-dream, only her 
fantasies weren't about becoming an Hollywood star-she was 
pretending to be a princess! She insisted that I call her Ann and 
'invited me for a five o'clock tea" and such. Well, Anya was so 
beautiful that I was ready to accept even this bore. 

What more, unlike Rosa, Anya agreed to go with me to buy ice-
cream! To go out in the open, holding hands with me! WOW!!! My 
chest expanded, and I felt ten feet high! For this boost of my 
pride I was ready to accept any kind of game, acting or make-
believe. 

This Princess pretense was quite boring for me and, being a kind 
of bookworm, I did my best to enliven it by acting on different 
stories about princesses and knights. Anya took liking to this, 
and soon was asking me for plots of stories for her pretenses.

Anya confided in me that what she disliked in America was that 
there had been no princesses here, so I dug out and told her the 
story of Pocahontas, a little embellished by me. I made it a love 
story between Smith and Pocahontas-on the line that later the 
Disney people did too. Anya bought it, line and sinker, and loved 
to act Pocahontas with me as Smith. I have to admit that when the 
Disney people published their movie, I was deeply disappointed 
that Pocahontas wasn't a golden haired angel! 

Well this way I got what I wanted, kissing and petting with Anya. 
She had such a sweet taste and scent! And she loved to kiss! After 
I had first kissed her, with the tongue, I mean, she told me that 
Rosa had told her that I was a "wonderful kisser" and that had 
made her mind to go out with me. I sure liked kissing her, 
entwining my tongue with her sweet one, savoring the sweet taste 
of her angelic lips.. but when I attempted to "get a feel" on her 
breast she flatly refused. 

I tried different heroes-copying them mainly from western style 
movies- but to no avail. And Anya clearly didn't like the blatant 
"boy meets girl" attitude of these stories, so I turned to 
classics. I found that Anya loved to be the "damsel in distress" 
so I went one day to the ultimate story of this kind The story of 
Perseus and Andromeda. You know, Andromeda, the princess of Nubia 
was sacrificed to the sea monster and tied naked to a rock for 
being devoured by it. Perseus, the hero on the flying horse killed 
the monster, saved her, and married the gal. 

Anya liked the story very much, and adopted it for her make-
believe, She being Andromeda and I was to play the hero. We 
usually played at her home, twice or three times a week, when my 
aunt Gina skipped her "duties" with me, and sneaked away to her 
own pleasures. 

Anya's parents being away in their store until late gave us full 
freedom of using her house. I swear to god that the idea to 
increase the veracity of the acting by playing it in the bath-tub 
was hers! Well Anya stripped off her blouse and skirt, and 
remained only in her underwear in the tub and we got wet from the 
"waves" in the tub. I kissed the rescued beauty and offered her my 
gown-the towel- to keep her from shivering and while drying her I 
couldn't miss the impression of her pussy through her wet pants-
and I kissed it fervently. 

Anya let me slip off her panties and I was exposed to the most 
beautiful sight in my life. Her pussy was a pink smile in the 
white space of her crotch, with the red tongue of her inner lips 
and her clitt protruding out!! I kissed her enticing cunt and 
licked it, savoring it's sweet taste, I swear she smelled of roses 
too. Anya responded with small, happy moans, spreading her thighs, 
pushing my head into her crotch. 

Having been well trained by aunt Gina, I sought her clitt with my 
tongue, which made her writhe and squirm, and soon she was humping 
vigorously my lapping tongue throwing herself against my head 
pressing my face into her-until she exploded with uncontrolled 
hopping and skipping of her pelvis, hissing and moaning... she 
came. Her adorably smelling juices flooded my face and I lapped 
and drank them like they were the best nectar. Indeed they were! 
While aunt Gina had accustomed me to lapping her, one just 
couldn't compare Anya's sweet/salty taste with it's rosy aroma 
with Gina's. 

I was in heaven, and I insisted on licking Anya dry-which luckily 
enough failed utterly sine my licking and sucking only made her 
flow more and she started again to heave against me, spreading her 
legs to their utmost to gain me an easy access ... Anya came 
several times and the story of Andromeda and Perseus became her 
favorite. We repeated the act every time, in her room as often as 
not, and she even went so fsr as to "kiss my heavenly weapon".

Oh what a wet, hot feeling it was! Engulfed by that warm little 
Eden, I thrust and I heaved and I shoved my dick as far as I could 
and... my hips started heaving on their own and my pelvis rotated 
and jumped and what not as it had while fucking Rosa, until I felt 
that my balls were going to burst, and I erupted with an yet 
unknown vigor! The sight of Anya's angelic face upturned to me, 
with her luscious, sweet lips engulfing my shaft, with my jism 
trickling from the corners of her adorable mouth! It was almost as 
rewarding as the hot heavenly feeling of fucking her mouth! And 
that was a heavenly feeling indeed! 

I fucked Anya's mouth and licked her cunt obsessively, and she 
made my chest expand in pride when we walked hand in hand in 
public, myself thinking that everybody must have realized that we 
are "doing it", but she adamantly refused to "go all the way" with 
me. She said that since we acted princess and a knight we should 
stick to the roles and "princesses just don't do it". In vain I 
had brought newspaper cuttings about the behavior of the British 
crown princess. She dismissed her as being a disgrace to the 
class. I had tried to find a different story, from the tales of 
the round table, without success. 

Anya even went so far as to say that there was no reference there 
to the princesses and damsels in distress being naked! Luckily she 
still preferred to stay with the Andromeda story! She even 
dismissed Guinevere's obvious infidelity with Lancelot as 
"unproved" and that "queens were different" ( well we both knew 
only too well that married women did cheat on their husbands!) 

Then I encountered the tale of Tristan and Isolde. When I told it 
to Anya she was amazed. Blushing she said "they really made love? 
So it is written? " she couldn't get over the fact that the story 
openly admitted to the heroes having sex and what's more, a 
clandestine sex. She asked me repeatedly to read her the story 
again and again and at last she said, "Lets do it!"

She ran out of her room, and returned with a bottle of slivovic (a 
strong alcoholic beverage) claiming that that was the love potion 
and that we must drink it –like Tristan and Isolde. 

We did drink some. It made my throat contract, my eyes tear and I 
almost chocked coughing, but it warmed my tummy and made me 
cheerful and amorous-and Anya too. We started kissing and rapidly 
shed our clothes. Anya even let me touch and kiss her non-existent 
boobs! She had only small puffed nipples, that now were red,rigid 
and swollen and very, very sensitive. When I rolled them between 
my lips Anya moaned softly, and when I started sucking on one and 
fondling the other she went berserk heaving and sighing and 
rotating her hips, clutching me between her thighs- she actually 
came just from handling her nipples. 

Now I was already hot as a furnace. I stuck my rigid cock between 
her spread thighs and started pushing it into her cunt. Anya's 
legs went straight around my hips, clasping me so tightly, that I 
could scarcely move. I still managed to, and directed my dick's 
bloated head into it's rightful opening. And I shoved! 

My goodness, she was tight indeed! It took some vehement shoving 
on my side to make progress but at last I bottomed, inserting my 
dick into her up to my balls! Anya was all that time squirming 
under me, kicking and screaming but now she was just screaming and 
weeping motionless, crying that it Hurts! I was killing her!! 

My GOD! I realized suddenly that she was screaming in pain, not 
for lust! She wasn't enjoying it at all! What a flop! I had 
actually raped her! 

Anya's vagina was still clamping me hard and since that hurt even 
me,I realized how much more it must have hurt her. I hugged her 
apologizing, comforting her, kissing off her flowing tears. So we 
passed some time that seemed as an eternity but in fact took not 
more than ten minutes. Then the clamped hold of Anya's vagina on 
my dick took it's effect and I spurted in her, I couldn't help it. 

All I could do, and did, was to refrain from humping and I only 
jerked some small, timid jerks. The lubrication of my spunk must 
have done it, and I now slid out of Anya's vagina, my dick going 
rapidly limp. I still kept hugging Anya, caressing her, kissing 
her contorted face but I couldn't calm her. After some time she 
asked me to please go away, and I did. 

The next day or two Gina was at home with me and I couldn't visit 
Anya, but a couple days later, I did. With a thumping heart I 
knocked on her door, dreading her response. To my big surprise she 
did receive me, she even kissed me! But from that day on our 
relations took a different form. We did kiss, but she wouldn't let 
me touch her boobs, nor her thighs., he pussy was totally out of 
bounds. 

To tell the truth, I didn't insist very much on love making. I was 
very happy to be accepted at all! We stopped our make believe 
plays and Anya mainly talked with me about day to day affairs in 
school and such. But she kept going out with me, which for me was 
a source of consolation and pride. That was going on for about a 
couple of months and than one day Anya told me that our relations 
were going nowhere, that she wanted a more mature boyfriend and in 
short she was dumping me for some two years older boy. I was 
devastated, of course, but I had to admit that she was right, that 
her new boy friend was a much better catch that I had been. 

So I was left under the close supervision of aunt Gina.

Strangely enough, that wasn't the last of my affair with Anya. 

About  couple of months after the fiasco of my relationship with 
aunt Gina we left that neighborhood. I was very sad to leave all 
the memories and above all, I felt pangs of bad conscience about 
my relations with Rosa and with Anya. I'd tried to apologize to 
Rosa for taking her virginity-and make atonement, but I didn't 
find her. Apparently her family had moved out, and no-one new 
where. But I did find Anya, who's virginity I also took away-and 
forcefully at that. With thumping heart and pangs of a bad 
conscience I knocked on her door, dreading her response. Will she 
slap my face? Will she, god forbid, call for help against her 
rapist? 

To my surprise she did neither, and invited me politely in. I told 
her that we were going to move the next day, and she said that she 
was very sorry about that, that I had been " a good friend " and 
that "she owed me a lot"! Well, this was a very pleasant surprise 
for me, and I asked her, very hesitantly, if, for old times sake, 
I might kiss her. She agreed, and responded to my kiss with a 
gusto. She clung to me and her tongue darted into my mouth. 

I gathered courage and pulled her to me, letting my hands roam 
over her body, caressing, fondling. I evened dared to touch her 
non-existent boobs, finding her nipples erect and hard while my 
other hand was pinching and squeezing the round, resilient mounds 
of her butt. Anya drew back a little, and anxiously I awaited a 
slap in my face. To my surprise Anya's hands went to her hips and 
her skirt slid elegantly to the floor...

In seconds I was kneeling between her spread legs, devouring her 
so beautiful cunt. Anya's legs buckled under her and she dropped 
on her bed, spreading her thighs to their utmost pulling my head 
into her. I was beside myself, lapping excitedly her juices 
devouring greedily her clitt, while spreading her lips with my 
fingers I shoved one deep into her vagina. Anya's juices started 
flowing, her pelvis hopping, heaving against my drenched face and 
her vagina was clamping my exploring digit. I couldn't withhold it 
any more. I crawled up Anya's body, loosing my clothes on the way, 
but Anya stopped me. "Put a condom on!" she whispered and from 
under her bed she offered me a packet. 

After I pulled one on my erect, bloated dick, Anya eased the way 
for me, pulling her legs to her chest and I finally lodged my hard 
cock into her expectant cunt. Anya's legs went around my hips, 
clasping me, pulling me into her while I thrust and heaved and 
pushed, with Anya heaving and squirming against me... We came both 
together, our pelvises hopping and dancing wildly. 

We kept on fucking all that afternoon until suddenly Anya looked 
at the clock and said, "Ooh, that was nice. I'm so sorry that you 
are leaving. Be a good boy and lock the door behind you." 

I tried to prolong our time together, to no avail. Anya just said 
that it was already quarter to five and her parents are due soon 
and she has to wash and be ready for them and be reasonable and 
things-and shoved me gently but decisively out. 

That was the last I have seen or heard from her until our meeting 
in Boston the last summer - a meeting which started my 
reminiscence. We did have some good sex, as I've already told, 
and, since we both have grown up kids in Boston, we promised to 
make a regular affair of this. So, you see, one does always return 
to one's childhood experiences, don't I? 
