
               Leilani Part 2: Paradise Lost and Found
                              by Spectre


Leilani returns a year after her departure to renew her relationship
with her middle-aged lover.  

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Published with permission from the author by TYGER.  

This is entirely a work of fiction. The author does not condone, 
endorse, or encourage violation of any laws. It is an erotic 
fantasy for consenting adults who find the fantasy to their 
liking. 

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CHAPTER 1:  Paradise Lost

After Leilani left my life and my arms, I had brooded over her 
absence and  fallen into a deep blue period. Of course I missed 
the sex, but within a short interval I was again taking care of 
business -- hitting the clubs and hooking up with the seemingly 
endless supply of women and girls on holiday or just out for a 
good time with a good time party boy like me. But it surprised me 
how often I fantasized about her, wondering what she was doing, 
who she was doing it with, whether she ever thought of me, and how 
the year since I had been with her had affected her. After all, 
she was now all of 11.

I made it a point to avoid the places where she was likely to be 
found, although I occasionally bumped into her mother, Wendi. We 
always were cordial, and I responded to her comments that she and 
Leilani wondered what had become of me by blaming a busy work 
schedule -- I wrote the whole thing off as idle cordial chit-chat, 
and put it out of my mind.

I still had some lingering concerns that some day there would be a 
deputy at my door with an arrest warrant, but these thoughts were 
transitory. Leilani had always struck me as being a more than 
willing participant, a wonderful aberration of the natural order 
of things. Her voracious sexual appetite, curiosity, and general 
good nature argued against her being a victim of evil oppression. 
She was just a young girl who, having been introduced to sex 
early, gave it her all.

Nor did I pursue any of the other little nymphets that rode their 
bikes near my house, who squealed and giggled as they played their 
games, or lay half naked on the beach, their well-oiled little 
girl bodies baking in the sun, warming their backs, their bums, 
their legs, and the treasures that I knew lay between them. No, I 
had to put those thoughts aside.

So I concentrated on my work, which added considerably to my 
disposable income. To occupy my spare time, I built an enclosed 
sunroom off of my living room, which transitioned to the pool 
area. It was a premium affair, with steel and solar glass, a 
radiant-heated tiled floor with area rugs, a large sofa, chairs, 
and a combination dinette/desk setup. I hired a florist to design 
and develop an awesome indoor plant solution. When it was all 
done, I had a wonderful space with a surprising amount of privacy. 

One Saturday morning, I was typing into my laptop computer when I 
heard the doorbell ring.


CHAPTER 2:  Paradise Found

I was still occupied with the last sentence I had typed, 
dissatisfied with its structure and already framing a solution. 
With not a little bit of irritation and no expectations, I opened 
the door.

"Hi! Can I come in?" 

It was Leilani! A few inches taller, but unmistakable. She stood 
leaning on one leg with her other bent and her arms folded across 
her chest, as is typical for girls her age when they are unnerved.

"Leilani! But...what...?" I stammered like Nabokov's Humbert.

Her arms were still folded as she gracefully swept by me into the 
house. I caught a whisp of her as she passed -- was there a hint 
of perfumed aroma or just the fresh smell of a young female?

"Don't be mad. I had to come over."

"I..uhh...I don't understand."

"Can we go somewhere and talk?"

"I suppose, I guess so."

I led her into my solarium and we sat at opposite ends on the big 
leather couch.

"Wow! Somebody's been busy!"  

"Yeah. Do you like it?" 

"It's grrreeaattt!."  

She looked amazing. Even better than when I had last seen her. She 
was several inches taller, on the far side of four feet. Her hair 
was shoulder length, parted to one side and layered a bit, which 
gave her a bit more sophistication than the mop she had when I 
first met her. Same radiant skin, beautiful and exotic facial 
structure. 11 and in her prime.

And that body. Oh my god. She was still girlish in her pink halter 
top, but now I detected a small swelling in her breasts. Same legs 
up to here, delicately shaped and perfectly toned with that 
golden-bronze color and texture that hinted to her mixed ancestry. 
And the tiny white shorts she was wearing revealed an ever-so-
gentle hip line sweeping down between her legs. I caught a quick 
look at her crotch and could see her shorts clinging tightly to 
the vee down below. My darting glance moved back to hers.

"Leilani, I don't think you should be here."

"But I had to see you."

"What you and I had is over -- done -- finito."

"What's a finito?"

"Never mind."

"But I missed you." She leaned over and brushed my hand with hers. 
I pulled away.

"You haven't even seen me in nearly a year."

"But I thought about you...often."

"Like when you were with those boys I saw you with?"

"They were just friends!"

"Really? Your mom told me you had a boyfriend. What was his 
name...Cory? Cameron?"

"Cameron."

"I suppose you thought of me when you were alone with him?"

"Not at first, but later...yes."

"I don't believe it!"

"It's true."

She moved a bit closer to me. This time she took my hand in hers, 
clasped between the fingers of both her hands.

"Glenn -- you have to believe it is true."

"Why?"

"It just wasn't working with Cameron."

"And the other boys?"

"Nope."

"You better explain."

"When I left you, I admit I was feeling funny. You know, it all 
felt like, kinda weird. You were this old guy..."

"Thanks."

"Sorry...don't you see...?"

"Continue."

"Cameron and I started hanging out -- goin' to the Mall -- the 
beach and whatever."

"And he was, like, young and handsome and interested..."

"Exactly!"

"I don't see where this is all going..."

"Hear me out. It just didn't work out..."

"What didn't?"

She paused, fixed me with her electric blue eyes, and said:

"The SEX."

"The sex didn't work out?"

"No."

"How so?" 

"He kissed weird for one thing. We were making out one day when my 
mom was at work and he was all push and slobber."

"What else?"

"He didn't know how to do anything. He grabbed my tits like they 
were baseballs. And when he rubbed me through my panties he was 
clueless."

"Well, what did you expect?" 

"Better than that...but it gets worse."

"How so?"

"I decided to do it with him."

"And?"

"And nothing...we stripped down to our underwear and got under the 
sheets. He started to rub me and I reached for his thing...and it 
was, like, nothing..."

"Nothing. He had had a terrible accident?"

"Naw -- it just wasn't like yours. It was much thinner and 
shorter." 

"Hey, they come in all shapes." 

"But when I put it in me, it was like, disappointing. And he came 
in no time." 

"So then what?" 

"I broke up with him...and that's when I started to think of you." 

"How so?"

"At night, in my bed. I started to remember how it was with us. I 
guess I really didn't appreciate what I had."

"For real?"

"Yessss...and I missed it."

"What did you miss?"

She moved over to me, and with the graceful fluidity of a lynx, 
swung her leg over mine until she was straddling me.

"This."  She kissed me on the forehead.  

"And this." She kissed me on the nose.

"And this."

She nuzzled her face to my neck, exhaling a breath of hot air as 
her lips reached up and nibbled on my ear lobe. 

"I...but...this..."

"Shhssshhh. Just let it happen."

She began to kiss my ear and snake her tongue gently into my ear, 
while breathing gently. This always drove me crazy, and I felt 
myself giving in. I tried to push her away but she grabbed my 
hands and placed them on her ass across the fabric of her mini-
shorts. At the same time she hunched herself forward and started 
to grind her crotch against mine as she began to kiss me deeply.

"Tell me you haven't thought of this, Glenn. Tell me you haven't 
thought of my little girl pussy and tight little ass. Tell me you 
haven't dreamed of having my tight cunt wrapped around your big, 
bad man dick!"

"I have, I have!"

"Me too. I played with myself as I thought of your huge cock 
buried in me, ramming in and out and in and out, over and over and 
over again."

I grabbed her ass in earnest and pulled her to me, mad with 
passion. My cock was mashed against my jeans and she grinned when 
she felt it.

"Wait...I've been planning this for a long time." And she freed 
herself from my grasp and stood before me.

"How do I look?"

I scanned her body from head to toe, taking in the whole package.

"Incredible."

"Then I better get on with it."

She threw her head forward and then back, which caused her long 
black hair to fluff out provocatively. She looked me straight in 
the eyes and reached behind her and untied the pink halter top. 
Slowly she let it fall to her side and tossed it aside.

She had little mounds of breast, just enough to have a presence 
but nothing like a grown woman. The nipples and areolae were pink-
brown and magnificently shaped. I could taste them as little 
candies in my mouth already.

She slowly turned around and let me get a good long look at her 
legs, and ass through her shorts, I heard her unsnap them, and 
then she paused and looked back at me, and giggled.

"I've got a surprise for you!"

"What is it?"

"You'll see."

Slowly she wiggled her hips and lowered her shorts, exposing her 
panties. They were white cotton bikinis with little colored 
butterflies.

"I usually don't wear this kind anymore..but... I knew you'd like 
the idea of seeing me in these."

Which was true. There was something altogether naughty about 
seeing her in little girl panties befitting the little girl of 
nine I had first met, not the little lady she had become. 

"Now let's fuck!"

She slowly reassumed her position on the couch, straddling me, and 
locked her lips onto mine. Her tongue was a snake as it flicked 
across my lips and tongue, sometimes lightly, sometimes probing 
deeply. I put my hands around her waist with one hand while I 
cupped her butt through her little white panties. I reached 
forward and began to rub her cunt, delighting in the feel of her 
slit through the thin fabric of her panties. Feeling the damp heat 
as they began to soak up her nectar. She moaned and began to 
writhe on me.

After a moment, she giggled and slipped down on the floor in front 
of me.

"Now let's just let out that monster of yours."

She rubbed me like a stallion as she undid my jeans, yanking and 
tugging until they were on the floor. I wasn't wearing underwear, 
and her eyes lit up as my big dick popped up, red with passion.

"Oh God, I forgot how beautiful and big it is."

"Thanks. Missed you too."

"Do you want me, Glenn? Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes, Leilani, oh yes, oh my god, yes!"

She looked at me demurely like a girl at her first communion. She 
put her fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties, first 
pulling them up tight so they pulled into her slit, and then 
slowly downward, torturing me with delight as she worked them down 
to her ankles, stepping out one foot, then the other.

Her panties lay in a heap on the floor, and I devoured her pussy 
with my eyes. Still just a small crop of hairs, just at the top of 
her little slit. Same perfectly shaped pussy lips, still tightly 
closed and pouting. 

"Are you ready for me, Glenn?"

"Fuck me, Leilani. Just fuck me." 


CHAPTER 3: The Reunion

Leilani nodded eagerly, turned, and leaned over, her hands on her 
knees, as she shoved her butt up and toward me. I was breathless. 
I could detect the sweet, pungent odor of her, something new, and 
something altogether delightful and sexy. I could just see the 
pink inner lips of her cunt, and the moistness that gathered, dew 
like, along her slit, where the scattered sunlight of the solarium 
traced a pattern like a tiger across her pussy and ass. As she 
looked between her legs at my prick, she took hold of the root of 
my manhood with her left hand, and lowered herself so that my pole 
touched her cunt. It was like electricity between us.

My little darling began to trace the outline of her cunt with my 
cock, moving it front to back, and back to front. I could feel the 
heat of her pussy as her juice began to coat my crown as it 
swelled to full glory. Smiling, she placed my knob at the entrance 
to her vagina and began to press it into her young, snug channel.

"Ummmmm. Oh Glenn, give it to me, give it all to me."

She was so wet that I immediately began to work deeper into her. I 
gave her a chance to get used to the size of me again, as her 
pliant pussy stretched to accommodate me. Little by little, I 
entered the confines of her 11-year old cunt. It was as I 
remembered it -- like a warm, wet glove of unimaginable tightness 
and elasticity.

"Ahhhrrgg."

"Do you like it, Glenn? Do you still like it? Does it feel good to 
be in my tight little pussy again?"

"Ohhhhh."

With that, I grabbed her little hips and started to fuck her in 
earnest. Thrusting in long, hard strokes, I buried my prick to the 
hilt in her cunt, only to slowly pull out until I could see her 
cunt lips ringing the tip, then back in again. My cock was 
drenched with her love juices, and glistened red in the bright 
sunlight. For her part, Leilani expertly matched my rhythm with 
her own synchronized rotation of her hips, which pleased me 
greatly.

I was ecstatic, and time ceased to exist. It was as if we had 
never been apart, merely asleep all these long, lost months.

Leilani seemed to sense that her naughty fuck talk had been a 
success, adding something quite new to our lovemaking.

"Fuck me, Glenn, oh please fuck me. Fuck me with your dirty dog 
man dick. Stretch my little cunt. Fuck your little girl's pussy. 
Fuck my cunt. Fuck me. FUCK!"

That was all I could bear. The sight of her bucking up and down on 
my cock with her young cunt, and the unbridled lust in her cries, 
had caused me to spontaneously shoot a huge blast of come into 
her, taking her a bit by surprise. With the fury of a madman and 
his mate, I pulled her tiny waist onto me and continued to push as 
far into her cunt as I could, bottoming out in her as I felt her 
cervix spasm against my prick as she too exploded in frenzied 
release. Her cunt rippled as she had orgasm after orgasm.

Precious moments passed as we settled back to earth.

"I'm back, and I'm back for good." 

Ah life -- the twists and turns of outrageous fortune had smiled 
on me once again.


END OF PART 2

