From ksr@cs.hut.fi Sat Oct  8 02:02:45 1994
Date: Sat, 8 Oct 1994 08:00:49 +0200
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Subject: Angie_LandlordsDaughter


++ Angie_LandlordsDaughter ++
Title : Angie_LandlordsDaughter
Author: Friar Dave
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ANGELA
Part One
by Friar Dave
 
She was nine when I moved in, a spidery little kid, all gawky and 
selfconscious as only a city kid can be. And she was bright and sweet 
and unaffected. She was the landlord's daughter, and the fact that such 
a neat kid would be in my new apartment building was one reason I took 
the place.
 
The trouble started three years later.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
"Hi. This is Angie."
 
(As if I might not recognize her voice. Sure, she'd been less likely to
spend time chatting with the old guy on the fourth floor in the last
year -- especially the last few months -- but that was okay. Her voice
was immediately recognizable, nonetheless.)
 
"I have to do this paper for school on volcanoes and I was wondering if
it would be okay if I looked at some of the books you have."
(She knew about the Library Wall because she'd seen it.)
 
"So, like, if it's no hassle, let me know when you get a chance, okay?
The paper is due Monday. Thanks."
(I was listening to the recording on my answering machine on Thursday
night.)
 
On my way out the next morning, I slid a note under the door of the 
owner's apartment saying Saturday, around noon, would be fine. My Main 
Squeeze was out of the country on vacation and if Angie needed more time 
or help, Saturday would be no problem. 
 
I made a mental note to clean up the place when I got home from work
Friday night -- I like to sleep in on Saturdays -- so it would be 
presentable when Angie came up to raid the books. I had several books 
on volcanology -- it fascinated me when I was in my twenties -- as well 
as the encyclopedia (Britannica). 
 
In truth, I was delighted that I had stuff that could help a good, 
bright kid get a solid grade. Really. That was it. I mean -- sure, the 
baby fat was melting away and a very pretty girl was emerging, but she 
was still very much A Kid, so nothing else occurred to me.
 
This is, I was later to learn, a sign of encroaching senility.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
Saturday afternoon, 12:10 p.m., there's a knock at the door. I'm mostly
awake. I've had two cups of The Elixir of Life (a.k.a., "coffee") and a
bowl-and-a-half of Borkum Riff. This is as awake as I should ever 
*have* to be at ten after noon on a Saturday.
 
Angie. Telling me how much she appreciates my help and many promises not
be a problem and cute as can be in her HUGE oversized sweatshirt and
spray-on Gitanos. I note -- not being dead -- that she has a very cute
and sexy and well-formed butt inside that denim and tell myself that
somewhere out there in Brooklyn, Queens or the rest of the Tri-State
Metropolitan Area, there is an incredibly lucky 12- or 13-year-old boy
who doesn't know that this butt has his name on it -- or will.
 
I simply smiled and told her of my genuine pleasure at her use of the
books and pointed to the living room, which is where the Library Wall
lives and lived. For myself, I planned to finish that second pipe bowl
and drink more coffee. Lot's of More Coffee. (This is a prescribed 
response to going out for "a couple" of beers with journalist-friends on 
Friday night.) I suggested she open the windows wide, if she liked, 
since it was a typical Weird April and the temperature was already near 
75 degrees, and the smell of the pipe might bother her.
 
"Oh, I really like the way it smells!" 
 
Which is one of the reasons I like kids. They think pipes are neat, 
usually. They are fascinated by the little rituals of the pipe -- the 
packing with rich, savory tobacco; the careful double-lighting; the 
tamping of the tobacco. 
 
Angie started with the Brit-3 (logical) and soon had four volumes 
scattered on the floor. I went online and picked up some EMail packets.
While I was downloading, I refilled the More Coffee Cup. Came back in
and started answering mail, then looked up to find her watching me.
Great big hazel eyes and sun-lightened hair falling in riotous curls 
around her rounded, pretty face. Very pretty face. Looking at Angie, it 
was easy to understand why the first Spaniards in the New World had been 
smitten by the Aztec women (Angie's folks are from Ecuador and Puerto 
Rico). 
 
"What's up?"
 
"The encyclopedia is great, but we're not supposed to just use one book
or encyclopedia."
 
"No problem." I stood and padded, barefoot, behind her into the living
room. Barely 12, Angie was small even for that -- maybe 4-foot-6 -- and
not even the luscious twitching of her butt in the Gitanos could dispel
the awareness that she was a kid. A smart, pretty -- maybe even sexy --
kid. But a kid. I kept telling myself that as I stood, towering behind
her, in front of the stacks and pulled books for her. I had several on
volcanology, tectonic plates and morphology. 
 
In the meantime, volumes of Brit-3 were scattered all over the living
room floor, with a liberal leavening of pages from her notebook covered
with semi-legible scrawls. 
 
Naturally, though she was supposed to do the research and writing on the
paper, it took a good -- oh, fifteen minutes before I was crawling
around the living room floor with her, finding and marking passages that
would be useful and relevant.
 
Crawling around on the floor is precisely when the trouble started.
 
I was just riffling the pages of THE HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA 
(about Project MoHo) for a useful explanatory section when I looked up 
and found myself confronted with her jean-clad butt. She was crouched 
over something else, reading, but as she read she was moving that cute, 
round little ass in small circles.
 
I was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of nine-year-old jeans and
nothing else. Seeing her hard little ass, the way the denim of the jeans
crept between her cheeks and the split of her cunt and -- oddly, most of
all -- the little line of bare flesh just above her waist, where her
shirt had crept up...well, it was instant, embarrassing boner time.
 
This was a KID, fer cryin' out loud!
 
I cleared my throat and said, "Angie, please sit on the couch or
something."
 
"Huh?"
 
"Waving your butt in front of my face is a bit awkward for me."
(Yes, I really do talk that. Sue me.)
 
Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me over her shoulder, 
hazel eyes bright with mischief and mirth. "What's the matter? Too hot 
for ya?" She wiggled for effect.
 
"That -- and too young. Stop it."
 
She arched her back and swiveled her butt still more. "You mean this?"
GIggle. "Or what'll you do? Huh?"
 
"Or I'll take a great big bite out of your ass."
 
She giggled and flashed me a Dare You look and thrust her butt back 
at me.
 
I reached out with both hands, grabbed her denim-clad hips, leaned 
forward and bit lightly on her right cheek. Very lightly, since the 
denim was tight and her ass flesh was tighter, leaving no excess to
grip.
 
Angie squealed and shivered slightly, so I bit the other butt-cheek.
 
"Ooooh -- you'll never get me to stop that way!"
 
I squeezed her hips and she shivered again. "Maybe the jeans are too
tight," she said, and I heard a click -- followed by a zzzzzip! The
jeans loosened. Then they began to slide down.
 
"What the hell -- stop it, Angie!"
 
"Uh-uh. I know what I'm doing and I know what I want." Jeans still 
sliding -- pink rayon was coming into view -- and her voice suddenly 
softer and huskier.
 
"What do you want?"
 
"What your girlfriends get that makes them moan and scream so loud that
I can hear them down in my bedroom."
 
Shit. I'd thought that with the window and drapes closed and the pillow
as a muffler, the cries wouldn't be audible -- certainly not all the way
down the airshaft to the second-floor bedroom of an over-sexed, barely
pubescent preteen.
 
"And you think you're ready for this?"
 
The jeans reached the back of her thighs. There was a growing wet spot
in the tight crotch of the tight pink panties (which had a little yellow
heart on one side). She was certainly ready physically.
 
"You bet my ass, I'm ready," she murmured.
 
"Convince me." My hands trembled as I released her lithe, rounded little
hips.
 
"How?"
 
I knelt up straight and she turned to sit on that cute butt, staring at
me as she skinned the jeans the rest of the way off.
 
"Go into my bedroom, take off your clothes, lay on the bed and
masturbate."
 
She frowned. "What -- "
 
"I'll come in and watch you. If you're ready for this, then you sure as
hell won't mind me seeing you rub yourself."
 
She stood slowly, knees quivering. "Promise?"
 
I nodded. She nodded back, then stepped around me, shapely young legs
flashing inches from my eyes, and headed for my bedroom. 
 
I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating what I was getting
into. Something too young, yet obviously mature enough to know what she
wanted. My cock, however, was contemplating only one thing, and it won
the debate.
 
Slowly, I stood and went into the bedroom. She lay atop the covers, 
naked, eyes closed, one hand moving between her rounded thighs, the 
other toying with the small mounds of her breasts and the stiff little 
spikes of her nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of 
her juices was rich in the room.
 
She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You promised..."
 
I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I stretched out next
to her on the bed. "Have you done this before?"
 
"With a boy? No."
 
"It'll hurt, the first time."
 
"No, it won't. I had an accident on a bike a long time ago." Her eyes
unfocused and she moaned. Her hand was moving faster between her legs.
"Pleeease...don't make me wait..."
 
I leaned down and kissed her soft, sweet lips. She may not have fucked
before, but she sure as hell had done some practicing kissing. Her lips
were demanding and her tongue was expert and she savored the kiss as
much as I did. When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the line
of her jaw, then her ears and finally started working down over her soft
throat and chest. 
 
Her hand went to the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her little
tits. They were unbelievably sweet and vulnerable, so small and fresh.
Her skin was smooth and very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when
she felt me take one into her mouth, gently sucking and then tonguing,
she gasped and pulled my face down fiercely onto her young boob. 
 
At the same time, I moved one hand down over her belly, caressing her
abdomen and hips and thighs. She was short enough that I could easily
reach all the way down her constantly moving legs to her taut calves.
When my fingertips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh, she
gasped and hunched down at my hand. I evaded.
 
"C'mon, c'mon, touch me..." she moaned. "Make me get over!"
 
My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand. She had both
hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair as my lips descended first
on one hip, then the other. I trailed my tongue down to the unlined
crease of her thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. The fragrance was
incredible -- clean and rich and sweet. 
 
She opened her thighs wider and tried to trap my head between them. 

I used both hands to hold them apart as I repositioned myself between 
her legs, belly down and ready for lunch.
 
There wasn't a hair on her mound and the tiny slit, though glistening,
was pink and swollen. Her clitoris, fully engorged, protruded cleanly
above the petite labia. 
 
I blew softly across the tightly pressed lips and she gasped loudly 
and tried to drag my mouth onto her. I let her win that one --
gradually. I licked the tip of my tongue around and around the
compressed lips of her fledgling cunt and only slowly drew the spirals 
in.
 
When I pressed my tongue flat against her cunt and licked slowly up, she
began to hump at me and grunt rhythmically. When the tip of my tongue
caught the underside of her swollen clit, she began to moan -- loudly.
And when I finally flicked over her tiny trigger. She whined and came.
And she came hard, grinding her cunt down on my mouth so I could feel
her pulsing.
 
I worked my hands under her butt and grabbed -- and covered -- one
perfect cheek with each hand. I held her up to my mouth and let my 
tongue go nuts on her. She came again and then again, her whines getting 
louder and more prolonged and sometimes almost intelligible words. I ate 
her for as long as I could stand it.
 
There was one more step to get her completely caught up in her own
lusts, though. I withdrew my hands from under her clenching little ass 
and placed one finger at the entrance of her cunt. Slowly, carefully, I 
pried open her lips and found the tiny opening. She was unbelievably 
wet, but also unbelievably tight. And hot.
 
As I kept licking at her, I rotated my hand and eased my finger inside
her, palm up. Her cunt clenched on my finger and she emitted a soft
scream of pleasure as she rammed her hips down onto the digit. She
immediately started a fucking motion, pausing every few seconds to cum 
again -- holding herself all the way down and contracting her cunt 
violently on my finger.
 
I moved the fingertip inside her and put my other hand on her abdomen,
just above her bare little pubis. I pushed down with the hand and felt
the swollen, pulsing bundle of nerves on the upper part of her vagina
with the inserted finger -- and began massaging.
 
"OH SHIT!" she screamed and then she really began cumming.
Uncontrollable spasms of pleasure wracked her small body. Her scream was 
suddenly muffled -- she had grabbed a pillow for the purpose -- but 
intensified in strength and tone as I continued to massage her G-spot 
and lick her swollen clitoris. Her belly muscles rippled and her cunt 
spasmed wildly, milking the finger, as she came. 
 
I kept it up for a few more minutes and she never so much as paused in
her orgasms. When I finally withdrew the finger and stopped the oral 
ministrations, she lay tensed and still cumming on the bed. After a few 
seconds, she calmed to an occasional shudder of pleasure and limply 
pushed the pillow off her face. Her eyes were wet and her cheeks were 
damp. There was a small spot of blood on her lower lip where she had 
bitten it.
 
She managed to focus her open, crazed eyes on me as I knelt between her
legs. Her lips moved, but no words came out at first. She swallowed 
loudly and finally whispered, "I never imagined I could get over like 
that! I feel like it's still happening!" She sounded amazed. "How did 
you learn to *do* that?"
 
"Extensive research and all the practice I could get. Ready for part
two?"
 
I shuffled forward on my knees between her shaking thighs, good ol' 
Mr. Pecker leading the way.
 
"I don't want to get pregnant..." she whispered.
 
"Vasectomy."
 
"But I don't want to, you know, catch anything."
 
"Tested and cleared for all diseases. Relax, Angie; do you really think
I'd take a chance with either?"
 
She shook her head slightly. "No -- it's just last-minute jitters."
 
I reached down to slide one finger over her tiny pussy and she shook
again. 
 
"Get in me -- please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs opening and 
raising toward me.
 
I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable little slit 
and was suddenly beset with doubts. She was so small! Even my average-
size cock looked too big for her labia, let alone the tiny opening I 
knew was inside. 
 
But as soon as the knob was against her, she began swiveling those 
narrow hips, with their meager traces of lingering baby-fat, trying to 
screw her cunt onto my dick. Her legs went around my waist and she 
started humping herself up at me.
 
I worked my glans into the grip of her tiny pussy lips, then put my 
hand under her tautly upturned little ass. I pressed into her gently, 
rotating my hips to find the angle and the opening.
 
Suddenly, she groaned out an "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" and pulled at me 
fiercely. I took this as a hint and pressed harder and felt an unreal 
constriction begin at the head of my cock. Bit by tortuous bit, I was 
sliding into her, the tiny pussy hard and tight around me. The knob 
suddenly was all the way into the miniature opening and we both groaned.
 
She looked up at me and asked, "Is it all the way in?" Then she 
looked down and saw there was plenty more. "Oh, damn, more-more-more..." 
She began bucking her hips up at me while her hands came up around my 
neck. She was trying to pull me into her and pull her onto me. I did my 
best to help. 
 
Slowly, so very damned slowly, I sank into her a little more, then 
pulled back and pushed again. I saw her tiny, swollen pussy  lips
stretched thin around my shaft. Her cunt lips seemed to implode each 
time I pressed into her. She seemed to be loosening inside, but not a 
hell of a lot. 
 
When three-quarters of my dick was buried in her, I pulled back almost
all the way -- and pounded into her as hard as I could. Once. It must
have taken fifteen seconds, but I finally got all the way into her.
 
I felt something inside her lurch against the end of my constricted
cock, and she gasped as her pussy was pushed deep enough to take all of
me. I felt her petite pubis against the bony ring at the base of my cock
and I ground against her -- and then felt her cunt begin spasming.
 
It was like rings of muscle rippling the length of my dick. It felt 
like her cunt was sucking at me. I knew I wasn't going to last long in 
this little twat's grip. I began working my dick back and forth in her, 
taking it out halfway, then pressing back in and tightening my muscles 
to make my dick twitch inside her at its deepest. 
 
Slowly, she began rocking in motion with me and then she started 
rocking and rolling, her hips pumping demandingly. The moans began again 
and quickly became soft screams. I handed her the pillow and she
clutched it to her face and started wailing again. 
 
"I want to get really deep in you, Angie," I said as I pumped her.
"Really deep."
 
She howled into the pillow.
 
I paused and untangled her legs. With my dick still locked halfway 
into her, I shifted her legs and repositioned her on her side, with me 
straddling one small thigh. I pulled her other, upper knee up till her 
thigh was against her abdomen. I could feel her tighten and shorten on 
my cock. I reached between her legs with one hand and put my palm over 
that magic spot just above her pubis. With the other hand, I pressed her 
cheeks, right over her tiny anus. Then I picked her up in my hands and 
began ramming.
 
Her screams this time were purely animal as she came and came. I 
was holding her torso off the bed and fucking her up and down on my cock 
as I jack-hammered my hips at her. Her legs and arms were completely
limp and whenever she paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear
her tiny pussy sucking at my pistoning cock. She was cumming nonstop
now, completely possessed by orgasm, and when I finally slipped the tip
of my index finger into her little asshole, she lost it. Her limp arms
and legs quivered uncontrollably and her cunt seemed to be in one, long 
spasm. I could feel the contractions through her belly, as well as on my 
cock and the butt-reaming finger.
 
My balls tightened and the buzz spread through my crotch. My dick 
swelled in her, and I jammed it to the limits and held it there. Her 
tightness squeezed me so much that I came in a single, prolonged, almost 
agonizingly restricted stream. She screamed all the louder and tried to 
hunch herself harder against me, as if to seal me inside her frantic 
pussy. It felt like she was siphoning the cum out of me, and the
admixture of her juices and my hot semen was bathing my cock in
sensations I'd never known before.
 
When the last of it was out of my cock, she was still grinding 
against me, getting the last pleasures as my dick very, very slowly 
receded inside her. I lowered her hips gently to the now rumpled
bedcovers and slowly withdrew my finger from her newly violated back 
door. I removed the pillow and carefully shifted until she was stretched 
out on her side, in the cradle of my arms. We nestled like spoons, my 
cock still trapped in her twitching little pussy. I leaned over and 
kissed her ear and the side of her face. Her cheeks were wet and she was 
sobbing. With each sob, her cunt contracted on me and her belly rippled 

under the hand cradling it; I knew they were sobs of pleasure.
 
"You are so beautiful and sexy," I murmured. "And you made me feel 
fantastic. That was so beautiful, seeing and feeling you cumming like 
that. I love it."
 
"I never knew..." she began. "I feel totally wasted, but still 
like -- buzzed, you know? Is it -- do you always make it feel so good
all those ways?"
 
"I try, baby, I try. And there are a lot more ways."
 
"Yeah, and I want 'em all."
 
"With you on top of me and sucking each other at the same time --"
 
"I want to learn how to do that with my mouth, make you feel that good."
 
"Sounds good to me. And there's other openings, too."
 
"I never knew it could feel so good to have something in my ass!
Wouldn't it hurt to have a dick up there?"
 
"It shouldn't, if we do it slowly, and carefully, and gently -- would
you like that?"
 
"I want to try it. Would you like it?"
 
My cock lurched inside her at the thought. She clenched down on me and
giggled softly. "Yeah, I guess you would..."
 
"But right now, we cuddle. And then we finish your paper."
 
"Oh, I finished it Tuesday -- when I knew my folks would be away this
weekend and your girlfriend would still be out of town."
 
"You planned this? Like that?"
 
She turned her bright, womanly, lovely 12-year-old face to me and smiled
hazily. "What do you think, lover?"
 
I kissed her and we softly dozed off together, wrapped up in each
other's arms and closeness.


ANGELA
Part Two

When I woke, the light was already softening; evening was hurrying. 
I knew exactly where I was and who I was holding, and I was starting to 
have second thoughts about this whole situation. I was, after all, 
laying in my bed with my (re-stiffening) cock buried in a 12-year-old. 
She was still nestled spoon-style in my arms. One horny hand was cupping
her small left tit. The other arm held her from beneath.
 
I looked at her face in profile and realized just how beautiful she
really was -- and how young. Not a young woman, not kid-young --
somehow, child-like. Her face was so innocent in repose! Yet I couldn't 
feel like a defiler. She'd enjoyed -- no, she'd craved and enjoyed -- 
what she'd done with me, and she slept the sleep of satiation.
 
Something in the way her incredibly long, thick lashes slumbered 
against the lingering baby-fat of her cheek made her seem more
vulnerable than any human could possibly be. Twelve. I tried to remember 
what my mindset had been in my twelfth year. JFK's assassination was a 
year in the future. The Mets still played in the Polo Grounds, while 
Mantle and Maris were cranking out homers with awesome regularity the 
year after Roger took the Babe's record. Only a fortunate few had ever 
heard of Dr. King. Stephen King had not yet dreamed of word processors. 
Subway tokens cost fifteen cents. Cars had anal and dorsal fins.
Porterhouse steak was 89 cents a pound. There was no crack, no AIDS, no 
Uzi's being toted by myopic 14-year-old kids in Bushwick. No Saddam, no 
Ayatollah and the Beatles hadn't hit yet. No Viet Nam. I hadn't taken a 
life yet.
 
Twelve. Innocent. Whacking off in the bathroom to Miss November. 
Drooling over Carol's knobs. (That's what we called them.) Copping a 
feel on by brushing the back of an arm against a girl's boob -- that 
was our idea of sexuality at twelve. 
 
I looked at that vulnerable, sleeping, trusting and lusting young
woman-child-girl making a sound that might have qualified as a snore if
"snore" weren't such a loud, harsh word compared with her soft, sweet 
sound, and I suddenly understood what had provided the mysterious super-
vitamins or hormones that had enabled our -- hers, mine, your
--ancestors to render extinct the the 14-foot-tall saber-toothed cave 
bears 10,000 years before the invention of the Winchester: I would never 
let anyone, anything, anywhere harm her. In any way. If the offender 
killed me, I would come back to go after him again. And again. As 
necessary. The auroch had threatened such as her; the auroch is no more.
 
Now, I understood.
 
As I stared at her, she stirred lusciously in my arms. Her eyes were
briefly unfocused, then her gaze betrayed uncertainty -- but never fear.
Here I was, more than twenty years older than her, my history-ignorant
cock locked inside her, and she was still trusting.
 
Bring on them aurochs -- and light a candle for the suckers.
 
"Hi," she whispered.
 
"Howdyafeel?"
 
The eyelashes brushed the cheeks again, then fluttered butterfly-lovely
up. "Exhausted, wonderful, happy, safe...loved?"
 
I kissed the nearest eyelid. "In a very real way, but not in the
let's-get-married-way."
 
She laughed lightly, more than a giggle and less than a guffaw. "No 
kidding." The eyes unfocused for a moment, then: "It feels good having 
you still inside me." She pulled the boob-cupping hand close, then 
ducked her young, innocent face down and kissed it. "I used to... 
masturbate imagining what it would be like. You know what my favorite 
part of the fantasy was?"
 
"Waking up, cuddled."
 
"Cuddled," she confimred, snuggling herself deeper into the cradle of my
arms. "Is it always like this?"
 
"It should be."
 
She hugged me inside her. "I want to do this again -- lots!"
 
"But it will never be the same as the first time."
 
She pondered that. "After waiting and dreaming and thinking about it for
so long... No. Never the same. Wanna hear something funny?"
 
"You're hungry?"
 
"How'd you guess?"
 
"Ummm...I am, too?" I nibbled lightly on her shoulder. Her nipple, 
already hardening, was suddenly rigid in my palm and her cunt squeezed 
me.
 
"You feel so big inside me...and getting bigger and harder." Her 
breathing was becoming very shallow and her eyes half-closed. 
 
I moved my hips a little, pushing my dick deeper into her tight little
pussy. She sighed deeply and shivered slightly in my arms. When I slowly
pulled back, the tight fit created a suction. I slid my hand down lower
and lightly rubbed her clit and she began grunting and shaking and 
rolling her lithe, young hips around.
 
I rolled her onto her stomach. She arched her taut, round young ass 
up at me, maintaining her pussy-lock on me. I was on all fours above 
her, my thighs outside hers, my elbows outside her shoulders -- keeping 
my weight completely off her. I began pumping slowly in and out of her 
-- and then suddenly drove into her as deeply as I could. With her legs 
together as they were, her narrow cunt was even tighter. When she came, 
it tightened still more and seemed bent on milking my cock. She was 
tossing her head from side to side on her neck, her hair flying as she 
sobbed into the pillow and pushed her little ass up all the more
urgently at my cock.
 
Suddenly, I pulled out of her. She was still cumming as I rolled her
onto her back. I took her ankles in my hands and raised and parted her
legs. Her eyes were crazed and her lovely face, half-covered by her
totally disheveled hair, was contorted with pleasure. Her nipples looked 
ready to burst, they were so swollen. I shifted my grip lower and rolled 
her back onto her shoulders, then jacked both hands under her. I dropped 
flat on the bed with my face between her upturned legs and fastened my 
mouth on her still-quivering pussy.
 
The effect was cataclysmic. As soon as my tongue hit her hugely engorged
clitoris, she let loose a shrill whine so high-pitched I feared for the
glassware in the house. Her juicy pussy clenched so tightly that she
began to expel the brew of our mutual sauces right into my mouth -- not
exactly spurts, but a pulsating oozing. I didn't mind the taste of semen
(my own, fresh, that is) but her cunt wine was so delicious that I just
wanted to drink her dry. If she could ever run dry.
 
Her climax was so strong that I didn't even mind the interruption in 
feeling her velvet-vise little cunt on my achingly hard dick. This was 
just too tasty to pass up -- not to mention that she was cumming so
hard, it was very possible I was going to shoot off out of sympathy,
sort of a "Contact cum," I guess.
 
After a few minutes of this, I could tell from her movements that it was
becoming a bit uncomfortable to be rolled into a 12-year-old ball of
orgasm. I lowered her tiny ass to the bed and crawled up to hold her 
again. She shivered as if she were cold and kept jerking against me, 
abrupt half-doubling-up movements. One of these brought her thighs 
against my cock and her eyes widened slightly.
 
"You didn't get over," she breathed. Her voice was raspy.
 
"Not yet. There's time for that. I just wanted to enjoy making you cum
like that -- "
 
"I want to make you cum, too, with my mouth," she clutched me and began
kissing my chest and shoulders.
 
"You might not like the taste of your juices mixed with mine."
 
"You didn't mind -- "
 
I was about to tell her how much I enjoyed it, but she was too quick 
for me. She reached down, sank a finger into her cunt -- hissing softly 
at the penetration -- and then put the sticky, slippery finger into her 
mouth. I almost came at the sight of this lovely ninth-grader sucking a 
finger covered with my cum and her pussy sauce into those soft, full
lips.

 
"Tastes...kind of sharp and sweet." She smiled at me seductively and did
a decent job of it, too. "I could get to like it."
 
She pushed at my shoulder till I got the message and rolled onto my
back. The dick stuck almost straight up, throbbing in time with my 
pulse. And anticipation, no doubt.
 
She slithered down over me. We were both pretty well coated with 
perspiration and other Slippery Excretions. The sensation of her lithe, 
tautly curved, young body sliding over me was exquisite. So were 
the little kisses and the way she swiped with her tongue.
 
She positioned herself straddling my right leg with her face at dick
level. I suggested she turn around so we could do each other.
 
"Another time." She kissed my thigh, right near the crease. "I want 
to concentrate my first time doing this. What should I do?" She gripped 
the base of my dick with her small hand and squeezed. I groaned. She 
knew it was pleasure. She smiled and tossed her hair back with  a
rambunctious shake of her head.
 
"Kiss and lick it," I managed to breathe. "Whenever you're ready, just
kind of slip it into your mouth. Suck it in the way you would suck in a
piece of spaghetti."
 
She tinkled at that. Then: "Some piece of spaghetti!" she intoned in a
false-basso voice. 
 
Then she turned her head at an angle, leaned forward and kissed the side
of my cock. She did it again and then again, moving up and down the 
length. She tried variations, letting the tip of her tongue part her 
lips and twirl lightly against my dick, and she did little lip-nibbles 
along the underside.
 
I could feel her juice running out of her pussy onto my leg. I could
feel one nipple spiking into my thigh. I knew she was as excited by this
as I was. Well, maybe not as excited as I was, but it was certainly
turning her on.
 
I asked anyhow.
 
"I like how hard and hot it feels and I really like the way it kind of
jumps and jerks when I make it feel good."
 
Then she raised her head and kissed my glans. Her lips opened slightly
and her tongue began moving slowly on the sensitive flesh. Her eyelids
were slowly closing and her little ass moved as she shifted her hips,
restless. She very, very slowly pushed more of it into her mouth, 
sucking very hard all the way. I felt like my balls were going to melt 
or explode or shatter. She took about three inches before she reached 
her limit, then slowly sucked her way back off. She let the knob come 
out of her mouth with an audible *pop* before looking up at me.
 
Her face was a study in lust.
 
"Am I doing good?"
 
I reached down and caressed her face. She turned her mouth to kiss my
palm, then looked back into my eyes.
 
"Angie," I said, and was surprised at how rusty my voice sounded.
 
"Angie, take this as it is meant -- you may be the best, sweetest, 
natural-born cocksucker in history. I just came very hard in you less 
than an hour ago and you damn near made me cum in your mouth the first
time you sucked me. Are you sure you never did this before?"
 
She smiled. "I'd probably have noticed."
 
"Enjoying it?"
 
Her eyes slowly closed and then reopened, halfway. "I love it. I wish I
could swallow it all."
 
My dick throbbed at that.
 
"Don't even try it yet. You'll gag."
 
"I know." She seemed to resent it. She leaned forward and I watched her
lick the tip of my dick. I almost screamed at the sensation. 
 
She said, "When you get ov-- when you cum, what should I do? I mean, I
hear it's better if I keep it in my mouth, but should I just suck, or
suck up and down or jerk on you or what?"
 
"Anything, everything. Whatever you like. It'll feel great to me."
 
She smiled again, a cat-ate-the-canary smile. "I wanna suck you dry,"
she murmured and returned her mouth to my cock. She did what she'd 
done before, but this time she didn't release my dick on the upstroke. 
Instead, she suddenly began bobbing her head, sucking furiously and 
noisily. Then she slowed the movements. Then she lip-nibbled my glans 
and all around the little scar tissue left over from circumcision. Then 
she returned to the rapid bobbing-suck, this time moving her head around 
into different angles.
 
When she reached up with one hand to lightly cup my balls, it was Game
Time.
 
"Oh, geez, yeah, I'm --- AAAAAhhhhhh!" Or something intelligent 
like that.
 
As soon as she heard me and felt my cock swelling, Angie took me to her
limit again. Her lips tightened and I could see her baby-fat cheeks 
concave as she literally sucked the cum out of my cock.
 
I thought my entire genital area had melted. I felt an incredibly 
wonderful numbness spreading in my balls as the first long spurt surged 
into her mouth. I was totally limp otherwise, incapable of movement.
 
Then she swallowed noisily and sucked for more. She got it. The 
second shot was even stronger than the first and the pleasure was more 
intense. I swear, my balls were jerking so tightly that I thought they 
were going to burrow back into my abdomen. Then she swallowed again and 
sucked for still more.
 
There was more. I fired again and thought I could hear her making an
"Mmmmm" noise as I flooded her little mouth. With the hand on my dick 
she jerked down toward my abdomen, hard and demanding. She swallowed and 
kept sucking and jerking. I must have shot off four or five more times, 
with diminishing quantity, before she finally got the last of it. My 
cock was softening in her mouth and she used it as an opportunity to get 
more cock in her mouth. She used her tongue to dandle it, flipping my 
dick back and around -- and still sucking.
 
I felt as if I had never cum before in my life. It was like that first
great orgasm, totally overwhelming. I was still buzzing from the 
pleasure when I managed to mumble, "C'mere."
 
She slithered quickly back up to me. She looked a little unsure at 
first, but then pressed her spermy lips to mine. I pulled her tighter to 
me and we kissed wetly and passionately. I could feel her torso
undulating against me and ran my hand down her slim back, over the 
precious narrowness of her hips, across the impossibly hard, tiny mounds
of her ass and let Badfinger rest on her cunt. I reached a little
farther and found her clit and Bang! -- just like that, she came, 
writhing as she kissed me.
 
When she finally relented and nuzzled into my neck, she whispered, "I
did pretty good, huh?"
 
"Honey, I don't think I've ever been sucked better. That was one of the
best orgasms of my life. And you know what made it even better?"
 
"Um-um," she um-umed into my neck.
 
"I could tell you were enjoying it."
 
She pulled her head back and looked at me. "I really did. I liked 
feeling you move, so hard and thick and all in my mouth and the way you 
swelled up even more and then I could tell how good it felt for you when 
I was sucking you down and the way your stuff just fired into my mouth 
-- oooo!"
 
I wondered if she was going to cum again.
 
"How'd you like the taste?"
 
She made a face. "That, I'm not crazy about. Or really, the..."
 
"Consistency?"
 
She brightened. "Yeah! If it was thicker or thinner, okay. But just in
between..." Then she looked worried. "I don't mean to hurt your
feelings!"
 
"Don't worry about it."
 
"Really, the taste wasn't bad, just the consistency. Kind of salty, 
though."
 
"When a guy cums a couple of times in a row, the first one is going to
be thicker."
 
"Oh, yeah?" And I could almost hear her turning that one over in her
head: So the next time, suck him off first, and then fuck him.
 
She snuggled down against me again, then suddenly bobbed up. "And it
made me so hot! I almost wish we could do it again right away, you know,
you inside me."
 
"I need a little recovery time."
 
"Me, too." She snuggled down again, then the head came right back up.
"You know Leslie, my friend, the really pretty blonde?"
 
"Just to say hello; I know who she is." And who she was. Leslie was 
this cute, slender 13-year-old who, in the last six months, had either 
been taking Huge Tit pills or who had divided a melon and had the halves 
grafted to her chest.
 
"Well, Leslie, you know, does it with her boyfriend and the way she 
talks, it's like this chore you have to do to get a boyfriend who has a 
car. This is fun!"
 
"I like to hope so."
 
"I should tell her what it's like to make it with a man, not some kid
and she'd -- "
 
"Cripes, Angie, don't even think about it. Do you have any idea what
would happen to me?"
 
"You'd get in trouble, right?"
 
"I'd be killed." 
 
She frowned.
 
"You are twelve years old. I would go to jail for statutory rape, 
at best. I'd be known as a baby-raper -- inside, they call it 'short 
eyes.' I would be killed by the other convicts. Killed ugly. Very ugly. 
Angie, you can kill me -- if you tell anyone."
 
She looked truly concerned. "You mean it, don't you? It really scares
you?"
 
I nodded.
 
"Even though I wanted you to do it? You'd still be -- "
 
I nodded again.
 
"That's nuts."
 
I kissed her forehead. "You are a very, very rare young woman. You are
smart, poised, wise and mature beyond your years. Way beyond. And I 
know you're a loving and trustworthy person. And I still hesitated 
before coming in here to make love with you, even though I was so hot
for your sexy body that my balls hurt. If you were Leslie -- "
 
"With her big tits."
 
"Yours are perfect. If you were Leslie with her big tits,  I wouldn't
have let her in the door. I might have loaned her the books, but I
wouldn't so much as shake her hand. You're very different and very
special."
 
She made a face. "Yeah, like if Leslie came up here and said she wanted
you to, uh, fuck her brains out, you'd turn her down."
 
"I'd close the door in her face."
 
She stared at me. Then: "You really mean it."
 
"I'm trusting you, which I don't do much, and I'm trusting you with my
life, which I never do. Yes, I damn well mean it."
 
She kissed my face, all over, dozens of times, and whispered, "I would
never, ever, do anything that would even take the littlest chance of
hurting you in the smallest way. Never."
 
I hugged her to me, because she'd just said what I already knew. We 
cuddled like that, all entangled, for a long time. After a little of it, 
I felt her breath slow and her little body relax and fit itself to mine. 
I was lightly caressing her and marveling at her loveliness and tiny 
perfection when I dozed off, too.
 
But not for long.
 
 
ANGELA
Part Three

She shifted carefully, but it was enough to wake me from my light doze.
"I'm kind of hungry...still."

"Oh...sure." I took a deep breath and disentangled myself from her. I
sat up and she climbed to her knees and hugged me from behind. I could 
feel her small, hard breasts against my back. When she released me, I 
turned and gave her a little kiss and slipped my arm around her for a 
light hug. "I've got to get you something to wear," I told her. I opened 
a dresser drawer and handed her a long, tank-top tee-shirt. It was a bit 
large on me; I figured it would be adequate for her.

"I'm all gooey and sticky," she said. "Can I take a shower?"

"Sure." 

She scampered off the bed, gave me a peck on the lips and half-skipped
out of the bedroom, leaving me with just an impression of hard, dimpled
little butt-cheeks and bounceless young tits. Seconds later, I heard the
shower running.

I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and padded into the kitchen. While
she showered, I took out the salad-keeper and some cold cuts and bread,
then took down a couple of plates and bowls. I set everything out,
buffet style, on the butcher-block countertop I'd put in, then added
some flatware, a jar of pickles and mustard.

The shower stopped and I heard a toothbrush in use, followed by
gargling. She appeared just as I laid out the paper napkins. 

I'd been right about the tank-top. The tee-shirt fell below her knees
and the neckline was so low on her that I could almost see her nipples.
The rest of her torso was completely hidden in the voluminous folds.
With her freshly scrubbed face glowing and her hair pulled back into a
cascading semi-ponytail, she managed to look about nine years old. 

Had I really just fucked, licked and been sucked by this kid? I began to
doubt my own sanity. 

Then she came over, wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed herself
against me. All those tight little curves moved against me, and I felt
my cock hardening. So did she. She tilted her head back and I looked
down into that lovely young face and saw an ad for Lust, Inc.

"Still hungry?" I asked.

The eyes opened. The smile came on. "Yeah!"

I turned her away from my, to face the buffet. "Help yourself."

She surprised me with her efficiency. She managed to assemble a
ham-and-swiss-and-salami on rye with lots of mustard in a little less
than a minute. She took a bite and scooped out some salad. She took
another bite and a pair of pickles appeared on the sandwich plate.

"Soda and milk and juice in the refrigerator."

"Um-hm." Another bite; the sandwich was half-gone. While she brought out
the ginger ale, I quickly made a ham-and-swiss for myself and took some
salad. By the time she'd poured the ginger ale into a glass, her
sandwich was history. I scooted out of the way while she assembled a
second one. We loaded up a serving tray and I was surprised that her
sandwich survived the trip to the book-strewn living room. I was also
surprised that my self-control survived the trip. She was still damp
from the shower and the tee-shirt was clinging to her ripe little peach
of an ass as she preceded me through the apartment.

She chattered as she devoured the rest of her sandwich. About school,
her friends, a Menudo tour. About the two dance classes she was taking
-- three times a week at an aerobic dance studio and once a week at a
ballet school. She was on her school's gymnastics team. She wanted to
try out for cheerleading. And during all this, she was wiping out her 
salad and her pickles.

I'd almost forgotten how much energy a healthy twelve-year-old can have.
Frightening.

She shifted on the couch so her legs were curled and hidden inside the
tank-top. Then she shifted and sat sideways, legs stretched out on the
cushions. Two minutes later, she was sitting forward on the edge of the
couch. Another two minutes and she was sprawled face-down on the couch.

Which again revealed the now-damp tee-shirt clinging to her upthrust
little buns. I had just finished my salad and was leaning forward from
my reading chair, which is at a right angle to the couch, to put the
plate on the cocktail table.

"Is that all you're going to eat?"

I leaned back in my chair. "Angie, tell me a secret."

She shrugged. "Sure."

"Where did you put all that food? I could barely finish mine and I 
weigh almost 200 pounds. You went through twice as much food -- in half 
the time, I would note -- and you weigh...What?"

"Seventy-one pounds." She grinned. "I guess I just burn up the
calories!" Her eyes went to my crotch, where the sight of her sprawled 
on the couch had caused an outstanding reaction. "Hmmmm -- and I'm still 
a little hungry." She licked her lips for effect. 

It was effective.

"Wanna go back in the bedroom?"

"Angie..."

"C'mon." She started to get up off the couch. The neck of the tank-top
dipped and her nipples, hard and inviting, came into view. "C'mon, I'm
already getting wet again."

"I want to rinse off in the shower, first."

She was pulling the tee-shirt over her head while she still sat on the
couch. Of course, the shutters were wide open.

"Angie! People will see you from across the street."

"Guess you better hurry with that shower," she said, pinching one fine
little nipple and rubbing her thighs together. 

"Angie!"

"Watch this." She rolled sideways, lay back full-length on the couch and
then did a slow-motion sit-up. When she stopped, her forehead was on her
knees. She parted her legs, reached between with both arms and grabbed
her calves. Then she rolled onto her back, hooked her elbows behind her
knees and balanced on her butt, rocking. Right below her pretty face was
her lovely, hairless pussy, all glistening and pink. Below that was her
tightly stretched ass cheeks and between them, the tiny pink pin-hole of
her anus.

"Give you any ideas?" Then she giggled.

I was across the three feet to the couch in about three-fifths of a 
second. I bent and planted a kiss on her mouth, then a long slow lick on 
her nearby lower lips and then lightly tongued her asshole.

"Oh, yeahhhhh...."

"Shower." I hurried out of the room as I heard her groan. I was in and
out of that shower in less than five minutes. I ran to the bedroom.

Empty.

"Oh, shit," I said to my own clever self. I grabbed my bathrobe and
pulled it on as I hurried to the living room.

Sure enough -- Angie was still in her contortionist's position, and 
her fingers were dancing all over her cunt and clit. Her eyes were 
closed and her mouth was open as she worked at her slick, shiny little 
pussy.

I stepped to the windows and closed the shutters as fast as I could 
manage. 

"C'mon, c'mon, do me," she was breathing, softly panting the words 
as she did herself. I worked my hands under her back, grabbed her little 
ass and lifted her into my arms, with her head against my shoulder. 
Cradling her against me that way, I carried her lusty, curled-up, 
seventy-pound frame to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. Then I 
lowered my lips to her pussy. 

"Yes! YES!" she yelped as my tongue hit her clit. She unfolded and 
shook as she came. I was still standing at the foot of the bed, bent 
over her with my cock waving above her face as I bent to her savory 
pussy. The backs of her thighs were resting against the backs of my 
arms. I shifted to let her flop her lovely legs on the bed, spread. With 
one hand under her and bracing myself on the other, I pulled her ass up 
off the bed, keeping my mouth on her delicious little quim. She reached 
up to grab my dick and squeeze it, then arched her head back. She 
couldn't quite reach it.

Shrugging off the robe, I crawled up on the bed. I took her narrow 
little hips in my hands and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. 
The scream-muffling pillow from our earlier sport was against my
shoulder. I wedged it beneath my shoulders so I could rest comfortably, 
my head partially raised. I pulled her cunt back down onto my mouth and 
resumed my dessert. I slid my hands up to her waist -- which I could 
very nearly encircle -- and then to her breasts. Firm and smooth, they 
barely filled my palms. I caught her nipples lightly in my fingers as I 
continued licking her cunt and clit and she groaned like she was
possessed and mashed her cunt down on me. Her juices were flowing 
abundantly. Again.

I let her lower her upper body on trembling arms and felt her hair 
touch my thigh. Then I felt her gobble my cock. She had her head turned 
to one side, laying on my abdomen, and she was just sucking away like a 
nursing baby.

I did the same to her little clit, occasionally pausing to push my 
tongue as far as I could into the tiny opening of her cunt. She was so 
hot by this point that she just lay there, sucking me at one end, and 
pulsing into an orgasm every half-minute or so at the other end.

The flow of her juices never slowed and it gave me an idea. Reaching
around the outsides of her thighs with both hands, I let my fingers do
the walking over her taut, tiny ass. My fingertips lightly grazed in the
crevice of those hard little cheeks, then continued farther, between her
thighs. I slowly sank my right index finger into her cunt. She gripped
it inside fiercely, then stiffened and shook through another orgasm,
pausing in her sucking only long enough to try to scream around my cock. 

I withdrew the invader and then sent the index finger of my left hand 
inside her -- with the same reaction. But I kept it there, moving it in 
and out in time to my licking and lip-nibbling on her cunt and her 
prodigiously swollen clitoris. Then I moved my well-slicked right index 
finger back up to her asshole.

She tensed slightly when she felt it pressing there, but when her next
orgasm struck and then passed, I pushed it slowly inside to the first
knuckle. I could feel my other finger working in her tight cunt --
barely. Her ass was so tight that the circulation in my finger was being 
restricted.

I pushed it in a little more and she seemed to loosen up a bit -- and
then she was rotating her youthful hips. I began working both fingers in
and out of her twin openings, syncopated so that as one went in, the
other came out. Each time, she took more and more of my finger into her
small asshole.

When it was in all the way to the palm, she suddenly tensed all over. I
could feel her yowling on my cock as she came. Her asshole clenched
spastically, in time with her cunt. I pushed the cunt reaming finger in
all the way, too -- but without withdrawing my other finger from her
ass.

She came like a woman having a fit, writhing and humping and bucking and
growling. She abruptly redoubled her sucking on my cock, vacuuming it as
if to vent all the sensations she was feeling. Despite my two earlier
cums, the combination of her flavors, the feeling of her now nearly
constant orgasms on my finger and the feel of her mouth around my dick
were threatening to set me off again.

I pulled my fingers slowly out of her and leaned up to lick first her
cunt, then her asshole. She shook all over. I pulled her off me and 
quickly turned her to straddle me. Her expression was crazed as I
lowered her trembling hips over my cock. She could barely hold herself 
upright. For what I had in mind, that was okay.

She managed to wedge her tiny, flowing cunt open against the tip of my
cock and held my dick in place until it was lodged there. Then her arms
hung limp as I lowered her onto my dick. 

At first I didn't think it was going to fit. She was still spasming 
and the fearsome constrictions seemed incessant. Finally I pulled her 
hips down a little and my cockhead was going back into that velvet vise 
of hers. She groaned, a low sound from deep in her throat, and sank 
slowly onto my prick. I let her fall gently forward onto me. 

She seemed to have no strength anywhere but inside. Her hips barely
moved, but her cunt muscles kept fluttering on me as her head came to 
rest on my chest. I manipulated her legs till she was crouched on her 
knees on top of me. Then I grabbed her little hips and began pumping her 
up and down on my cock, using just the strength of my arms.

She made hardly any sound at all now -- if you didn't count the rasp of
her breath through her nose and the little grunts of pleasure each time
she did a round-trip on my dick. But I knew she was cumming all the time
because of the way her pussy was clenching on me.

My arms gave out pretty quickly, but the effort had brought me back 
from the brink of ejaculation, as I'd hoped, despite the sensation of 
her pre-teen quim sucking hotly on my cock. I rolled her onto her back, 
turning with her to keep my rigid prick inside her. Her arms, limp, fell 
wide apart to either side of her.

I looked down as I began slowly pumping her again. Her face was slack,
except for occasional tightenings that matched the movements of her
pussy on me. Her nipples were swollen like the tips of Hershey's 
Chocolate Kisses -- dark and sharp-pointed and perfectly defined. I 
looked lower, to where her up-tilted hips were caught in my grip. When I 
pressed into her, I could see her abdomen bulge, and I watched the
rippling of her firm muscles as she clenched down on me and came.

My dick was soaking wet and looked monstrous sliding in and out of 
those hairless, pubescent pubes. Her cunt lips were stretched around my 
shaft and seemed to be coating my cock. Her clit was clearly visible, 

protruding above her stretched-thin cunt lips like a little beacon.

I lifted her right leg high and turned her as if she were spitted on my
cock. She lay limp, hips rolling gracefully, as I turned her over the
rest of the way onto her belly. Lifting her hips with one hand, I
stuffed the pillow under her. I lowered myself slowly, nearly covering 
her, letting my weight drive my cock into her upturned pussy until I 
felt her hard little ass against my abdomen and put my knees outside of 
hers.

Moving only my hips, I began thrusting in and out of her, long, slow,
loving strokes that changed in angle and speed just enough to keep 
hitting her from new directions. She began to moan again, loudly, with 
each push, but she seemed only to have enough strength to press her hips 
up at me to meet me. I bent as much as I could to kiss her under her 
right ear.

"Feel good, baby?"

Her eyes opened just a slit. I don't think she could see me. "I just
can't stop cumming," she whispered, barely audible. "It just doesn't
stop..." She sounded as if she were a long way off.

"I want to get in your ass now, okay?"

"Anything, anything, just keep fucking me..."

Without interrupting my rhythm, I reached to the dresser and found the
tube of lubricant. I levered my upper body upright, pulling my knees up
alongside and outside of her hips. I kept pumping her, slowly, as I
broke the seal on the tube and squirted some of the gel onto my fingers. 
I reached down and pushed the tip of one finger into her ass and felt 
her cunt get crazy on my now-motionless cock.

I worked the finger farther into her. She pushed her ass up, taking 
it slowly -- but without pause. The pressure on my cock was becoming 
unbearable. I began moving the finger in and out of her ass as I slowly 
withdrew my prick from her cunt. It came out with a loud smacking sound 
and bobbed angrily above her butt. She was still rolling her ass up and 
around on the invading finger while I squirted a big doze of the
lubricant all over my dick. Even the coolness of the gel couldn't chill 
my lust as I took my finger from her butt.

I looked down at her ass. It could have been an apple with a narrow 
cleft, it was so small and round and hard. I put the head of my cock 
against her tiny asshole and began pushing. Angie moaned loudly and 
pulled her arms in under her chest, her hands on her shoulders. She 
waggled her little ass slowly from side to side, arching in all
different angles and pushing up at me.

I watched her asshole give grudging way, expanding little by little 
as my fat cock pried at her little bud. The sensation was like nothing 
I'd ever dealt with before. I could tell she was trying to relax her 
sphincter, because it would seem to give way, stretching -- and then 
suddenly it would flutter on my glans, which didn't seem to be more than 
a third of the way in her.

I pulled back, grabbed the tube of lubricant and put it against her ass
and squeezed about half the gel on, in and around her asshole. 

"'s cold," she mumbled.

I put my cock against her asshole again and pushed. She moaned again and
began moving her little ass around and hunching it up at me. I felt the
stricture moving back on my knob and rolled my  hips  at different
angles until, suddenly, her ass just seemed to suck the glans into her.

"AAuuuuuuuugghhhh..." Her cry started out loud and high and trailed 
down soft and low, almost a continuous grunt. She lay there shivering 
beneath me, ass taut with the strain of holding perfectly still. Big, 
bright beads of sweat appeared all over her back and shoulders.

I put my face close to hers and whispered, "Honey, we can stop this if
it's hurting you too much -- "

She managed to shake her head against the pillow. She was deeply flushed
and her nostrils were flaring with her breathing. "Doesn't hurt ... Just
feels -- scary? Yeah, something so big in there, pushing in, stretching
so much. Go slow?"

I kissed the side of her mouth. "Say the word and we stop."

"Do me. Starting to feel kind of okay."

I pushed slowly down into her, by cautious fractions of an inch. Her
rectum was gripping my cock like some kind of very hot vise. Her 
sphincters continued fluttering, but less frequently as she got the hang 
of relaxing. When I was about a third of the way into her, she gave a 
little yelp and I froze.

"E-e-easy," she half-sobbed. 

I almost pulled out right then and there. This was obviously a strain
for her. While I thought it over, she got impatient and moaned, "C'mon,
fuck my ass!"

I resumed the reaming and when I had almost five inches of cock 
throbbing in her tight anal grip, she began a low growling noise that 
rose in pitch and volume as I sank the last inch or so into her against 
a strange, increasing resistance that was like an elastic pressure. When 
my abdomen was pressed tight against her hard little ass and my pubic 
hair was flattened into the shallow crevice of her butt she started 
panting, harder and louder -- and then tensed up and came! Her asshole 
closed around the base of my cock so tightly that I thought she was 
going to pinch it off right there. She shook beneath me.

"Ooooohhh fuuuuuu--ck!" she howled into the pillow, hips jerking.

I tried pulling back just a little and pressing into her again. Her 
ass had loosened just enough for me to stroke -- with effort -- and that 
odd last inch of resistance was still there against my knob. She grunted 
when I twitched still deeper in her. I stroked again, a little longer 
movement -- maybe two inches -- and she was pushing her baby butt up to 
meet my plunge. I increased the length of the next stroke and slowed the 
insertion and she jerked her ass up at me to take me in faster -- and 
then held her ass back against me, grinding for more.

"Put your hands on your little puss, baby. I want you to do that while I
do you!"

She worked her hands down between her cunt and the pillow under the 
slender hips I was gripping and pulling a little higher. I looked down 
at her tiny butt pressed against me. I could see where my thick, rude 
dick disappeared into her fearsomely stretched little asshole and spread 
her cheeks for a better look. My hands almost covered her round young 
ass. I squeezed that sweet flesh and pulled out till only my glans was 
still trapped by her spasming sphincters, then slid slowly allllll the 
way back into her steamy depths. I hit bottom just as her fingers got 
working on her clit and she came.

She thrashed and groaned and bucked and moaned. I pulled all the way
back again and thrust down into her hard enough to trap her hands under
her, against the pillow. 

"I -- I can't take much more!" she wailed. "I can't stop cumming -- It's
scaring me to cum like this! Please, cum -- please!"

I held my hips down and flailed at her nymphet ass with short, quick
strokes. Her asshole was gripping the full length of my cock, spasms
running up and down over my dick and ripping away the last of my
self-control.

"Cum -- in -- my -- ass! Cum -- in -- my -- ass!" she chant-grunted with
each reaming, ass-boring thrust. "Now! NOW!" she demanded, and her 
orgasm became frightening in its totality. She contracted on me, all of 
her, every muscle taut and every part of her shaking. She was sucking in 
a long breath with a sound like heavy wool slowly tearing while her 
little asshole spasmed and milked at my cock.

"Damn!" I breathed and began pouring my jism into her. Her asshole 
was so tight about my cock that again, my spurts were restricted and 
turned into one, long gusher of cum that drained ever-so-slowly into her 
hot, receptive little ass. 

And she could feel it, too, because she shrieked: "It's so fucking hot!
More!"

It felt like I was cumming in her for hours, and then it stopped -- and
my dick began a series of wrenching, staccato spurts into her rectum. I
pulled back and drove into her again, sliding in my own cum, as well as
the lubricating gel, and she screamed unintelligibly and came all the
harder. Her scream went higher and softer into the pillow and then she
turned all sinuous and rippling beneath me. Huge, racking heaves of her
small form, driving her hips back and up at me so hard that she nearly
threw me off her. Her legs began to stiffen and then this seventy-pound
twelve-year-old began lifting me off the bed as she drove her ass up at
my erupting cock. I slammed into her as hard as I could, driving her
prone -- back down to the bed -- and loosed the last semen in my balls
in her. My nuts kept jerking as if trying to force-produce more cum for
my still-jerking cock. 

She suddenly went limp and I felt awareness drifting while my cock 
finally stuttered and stopped trying to do the impossible. I had enough 
presence of mind -- and barely enough strength -- to wrap an arm around 
her and roll her onto her side with me, cradling her spoon-style against 
me.

My cock was still stuffed into her little ass and hadn't lost all its
stiffness, by a long shot; she was so tight that her asshole wasn't 
letting all the erection-producing blood escape. And it was still 
clenching occasionally. Then I realized that even unconscious, her 
fingers still moved between her legs.

We lay like that for a long time. When my dick had finally shriveled
enough, I began pulling it out of her. The movement reactivated
something in her and she jerked within my arms, her sphincters squeezing
down on my limp prick. When the glans was almost out, she squeezed
again. My dick stretched out between us like we were having a
tug-of-war. I pushed back toward her a little. Her ass relaxed and I
pulled my cock completely out of her. 

My prick was a mess; it looked like it had just been in a small, virgin
asshole. I rolled carefully off the bed and staggered softly into the
shower to clean myself up. I came back with a warm washcloth and a soft
towel. She murmured wordlessly at my ministrations and sighed with soft,
sleepy pleasure, then rolled herself contentedly into my arms, with her
head on my shoulder, and promptly did a great imitation of a wet
washrag, draping herself limply over me.

I lay motionless for a long time, savoring the feel of her against me,
the wonderful warmth and closeness. My cock was a little sore, my balls
ached and I'd rediscovered muscles during our fucking that I'd long
forgotten I'd had. There were potential complications that terrified me
about this whole episode -- and I felt good about it. For sheer,
hedonistic pleasure, this was superb. For feeling close and warm and
loving, this was great. For taking responsibility...

Now, *there* was a question.

I ran my hands over the short length of her, from her tender shoulders
to the back of her knees, savoring every square inch in between. I let
my fingers linger, splayed, on her little ass, covering both cheeks. I
let my hands lightly gauge her waist; could it be so tiny? I
concentrated on the feel of her quickening breasts pressed against me;
could they really be so small and firm?

I wrapped my arms around her, tiny lover, and held her close. She
murmured wordlessly against the side of my neck and shifted, legs 
parting, to straddle my thigh. She sighed softly in her sleep,
contented. I had made love to her and she to me. Whatever might come of 
it, we would deal with well and honestly and -- I trusted -- with
maturity. 

I was worried more about my maturity than hers. I knew it was a
once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or should be no more than that. But I
wanted it to happen again. I wondered if she wanted it to happen again.
I wondered if it should happen again. Or if she thought it should ever
happen again. Or if anyone else thought it should happen again.

--end--

