"Fair Lolita"

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Disclaimer: This story is just that, a story, and is meant to be
taken as nothing other than that. It contains descriptions of
sexual acts involving young children, and if such subject
matter offends you, please don't read it. The author DOES NOT
condone any such activities in real life or fake life - it is
meant to be taken only as fantasy.


	He almost never lets me out of his sight---he doesn't trust me.
And he shouldn't. But with a little pout and a pull at my skirts,
I always get what I want.
	I begged and begged to visit the book fair. I told him I wanted
to read, to broaden my knowledge of the world, to become
intelligent like he was. I kissed his neck and whispered in his
ear. I let him sneak a glimpse down my blouse as my eyes glossed
over with tears. And he let me go. Alone.
	Squealing in delight, I spent an hour getting my hair just
right, and then slipped into my brand new outfit: a sharp,
sleeveless black blouse, a knit, button-down sweater in a soft
cream color, and a white skirt reaching just above my knees. I
could feel his gaze on me as I dressed. I faced away from him,
hiding my bare flesh and my sly smirk from his hungry eyes.
	I kissed his forlorn cheek and assured him I'd only be a couple
of hours, then practically fell out of the car when we reached
the university where the fair was being held. I slammed the car
door and hurried into the building, ignoring his wave.
	Once inside, I followed the posted signs up a flight of worn
steps, behind a couple with a small child in tow. Once I reached
the top, I smoothed my skirts and strutted towards the door,
picking up a program for the fair as I passed through the
archway. The fair was in a large conference room, rows of tables
stacked high with books. Milling through the room were dozens of
kids, leading their parents along through the maze of books.
	I stepped up to one of the tables, my hands pretending to peruse
a novel, my eyes scanning the room, hunting. Hum had been causing
me no small amount of aggravation, and his hands had hardly given
my body a rest. His sweet Lo needed a break from being his and
his only. His nymphet needed to play with a different person for
a bit.
	I tossed the program away, then picked up a picture book and
cracked it open, lifting it close to my face. My eyes crept up
above the edge of the page. I scanned the men who walked by: men
on the arms of their wives, men herding sons and daughters along,
men juggling stacks of books for their kids. I watched and
waited, moving slowly from table to table, clutching the picture
book to my chest in schoolgirl fashion.
	As I came upon the third table of books, I saw him. He was tall,
maybe in his late twenties, wearing a casual blazer and
slacks---no tie. He sauntered behind a short, young woman who was
occupied with keeping a boy of four from exploding into tears.
His face, clean shaven, strong jawed, would have looked bored if
not for his eyes, which scanned the prepubescent girls who walked
by. They carefully moved along each female frame, down their
knobby legs, across their flat chests. He traced their movements
with his gaze, his eyes shining with a subdued longing. I'd seen
that look too many times in my dear step-daddy, and I knew well
what it meant.
	I watched my target mosey along with his budding family in the
same way he watched the girls. I clutched my lonesome book
against my chest, and his eyes finally traveled over to mine. We
locked for just a moment, and I let a small smile slip from my
lips. His eyes lit up, and he smiled back at me. I held him in my
sight for a moment, one last glimpse, then turned to the next
table of books and pretended to become engrossed in a
best-seller. I made sure my wide grin was hidden from his view.
	I waited a moment, then looked up again to find his eyes still
glued to me. Only he wasn't looking at my face. I could tell he
was hooked.
	Still gripping my book, I slowly moved around the table. I
painted a distressed look on my face, then began frantically
scanning the room, acting the part of the lost child. As I did
so, I wandered in the direction of my prey. I looked up to him
again, and noticed that his eyes had found another nymph to sip
on.
	Cancelling my grimace and painting my face in a mask of worry, I
walked up to my target. I pinched the fabric of his jacket elbow
between my fingers and gave a gentle tug. "Excuse me, sir," I
whispered.
	He turned to me, his eyes locking with mine. They were a soft
blue, and I could tell they were happy to see me. "Hello there,"
he said to me. From the corner of my eye, I saw his wife turn
towards us at the sound of his voice. She had a stern, aggravated
look to her.
	"Excuse me, sir," I repeated, blinking excessively. "Can you
help me find my daddy?"
	"Are you lost?" He asked with a smile. I bit back a sarcastic
response and gave a little nod. The man looked to his wife, whose
face had softened. She nodded, and he turned back to me. "Of
course I'll help," he told me. "What's your father look like?"
	Ignoring his question, I grabbed his hand and tugged him along.
His grip was strong, but his skin soft. "I think he's over this
way," I said, keeping my face straight and sad. He stumbled along
behind me, struggling to keep up with my eager pace. I led him
between tables and strangers, my eyes roaming the room in search
of an exit. Finally, I found a doorway in one of the corners of
the room.
	As we approached the door, I turned to him, donning my saddest
of sad-faces. "The last time I saw him, he went through here," I
said, letting a hint of tremulous panic creep into my voice.
	"Okay, don't worry," he said, his right hand brushing a hair
away from my face. The other hand reached for my book. "Let's
leave this here, though," he suggested, taking it from me and
placing it on a nearby table. "We don't want them to think you're
stealing." I had to struggle to keep from snorting at him. He
might be as half-witted as old Humbert.
	I pulled him through the door and began hurrying down the
corridor. I kept close to him, letting his body bump into my
behind every few steps. We walked down the corridor, peering into
the empty classrooms lining either side. I waited until we neared
the end of the hallway, then chose a random classroom and moved
towards it. "I think he's in here," I said.
	The man followed me into the classroom. The light of early
afternoon streamed through the windows and painted prisms on the
wooden desks. He looked about the room casually, then turned to
me. "I don't see anyone in here, hunny," he said. I ignored him
and closed the door behind us.
	I looked up at my prey, keeping a little smile from playing on
my face. His eyebrows were raised in confusion. I took a deep
breath, then let out a little wail, the cry of a despairing
child. My eyes began to tear, and my fists clenched at the
helpless air. My target crouched down in front of me and put an
arm on my shoulder. "Don't worry little one," he said. "There's
no need for tears."
	Continuing my feigned tantrum, I rushed into his embrace, my
arms wrapping around him, my face crashing into his shoulder to
muffle my pretend sobs. His arms tentatively closed around me,
patting me on the back. "There, there," he kept saying.
	I let my hands roam his muscled back, feeling the fabric of his
blazer. He held me close, his touch gentle as his fingers
caressed my back. I pulled back and wiped invisible tears from
one eye.
	"There, there," he said again, giving me a soft grin. "We'll
find your-- "
	I cut him off with a crushing kiss to his lips. His face screwed
up in confusion, his mouth contorting against my press. I kissed
him hard, my wet lips locking his in place. My hands moved to the
edges of his blazer, grasping and tugging the fabric with fervor.

	My prey finally got his wits together enough to push me back at
arms' length. He looked like he'd forgotten how to blink. "Little
girl..." he began. I rushed forward again, this time letting my
lips brush against his in sensual suggestion. I pulled him
against me with his blazer, letting my kiss silence him. I took
one of his large hands in mine and slipped it under my blouse.
	I began to press him to kiss me back, whispering a tiny "please"
between each advance. I left his hand on my stomach for a moment,
then pushed it up a little. Once I knew he had the hint, I let
go, and he didn't recoil.
	"Please take me," I begged, snaking my little tongue into his
mouth. His lips parted and let me enter, our tongues beginning a
slow dance, wrapping around one another. I explored his mouth,
then drew him into mine, gripping his tongue and sucking on it.
He moaned into me, and I felt a surge of longing under my skirt.
	I put my arms back and let my open sweater slide off and onto
the floor. His soft hand paused just beneath my chest, unsure and
certainly terrified. I could feel his hesitance in his mouth, and
I doubted he'd ever gotten to experience a thirteen-year-old
nymph like I was about to allow him to.
	I pressed forward with my whole body, moving into his embrace
again, and forcing his nervous hand farther up my blouse. His
fingers brushed one of my budding tits, and I moaned. His fingers
traced my puffy areola, before tickling my nipple. I felt it
harden in response to his touch.
	I pulled back and stripped off my blouse, baring my pubescent
chest to him. His eyes locked on my small breasts, still stuck
between those of a little girl and a young woman. He covered one
with his hand, pressing my erect teat against his palm. I placed
my hands on his head, and guided his mouth to my other breast.
	The man began placing soft kisses on my chest, teasing around my
tit before zeroing in on my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth,
coaxing it into a hardened state with his moist tongue. I groaned
in delight and ran my fingers through his thick hair. His hand
tugged at the other one, pulling on my nipple and causing me to
yelp in delight.
	His mouth and hand soon switched targets, his tongue titillating
me by tracing the curves of my pink areola, then again pulling
the nub into his mouth. He pulled and sucked and licked and
flicked, and my hands clenched fistfuls of his hair with each new
movement.
	I regained enough sense to push his blazer off, then pulled him
up into another kiss. My frantic hands worked the buttons of his
shirt, while his continued to molest my breasts. Soon we were
both topless, my hands feeling the contours of his muscled chest
and arms while he stroked the soft pale curves of my flesh. I
found his belt and tore at it hungrily, and I heard him kick off
his shoes. Finally freeing the strap from the lock, I yanked his
pants and underwear down.
	My man stood frozen as his cock sprang up to meet me. He was
pretty big (bigger than my step-daddy), his shaft bobbing gently
up and down. I looked up to him, my eyes lit up with lust, and
guided him to a nearby chair. I pushed him into it, then dropped
to my knees, my hand wrapping around his throbbing member.
	I heard him hiss in pleasure as my little hand wrapped around
his sword. Without hesitation, I slipped his hard cock into my
mouth, letting my tongue explore its every curve and crevice. I
prodded every inch of his swollen head with my tongue, while my
hand slid gently down towards the base. I gripped him, then
invited more of his girth into my mouth.
	My head began to bob up and down his shaft, my tongue and lips
caressing his soft skin. He moaned and put a hand on my head, his
fingers intertwining with my locks. He guided me with his hand,
his gentle push against my skull assuring me he was enjoying
himself. His other hand reached down and continued fondling my
little tits, pulling at my nipples.
	I moaned with each movement of my head, letting my voice beg for
me. My hands fondled his shaft and balls. I played with the
curled hairs surrounding his scrotum, and tickled the soft flesh
with my fingers, while his pulsing cock slid further and further
down my throat. He was making me gag.
	"Mmm, good girl," my man moaned. He leaned forward, his hands
drifting down my back. I gagged on his cock again as he pulled at
the hem of my skirt, lifting it up to get at the thin cotton of
my panties. His fingers traced the curves of my ass, pawing at
me, and I moved forward and thrust out my bottom to accommodate
his caresses. My body shivered in delight against his touch.
	The man pawed at my ass cheeks through my underwear, a finger
occasionally searching for my well-hidden rosebud. I shuddered
against his touch, but his throbbing penis drove too far down my
little throat, and I was forced to pull back. I gasped for
breath, his glistening cock nodding inches from my mouth. A
little string of saliva held the connection between his manhood
and my mouth.
	I moved to begin sucking him again, but he gently held me at
bay. He stood, his hands guiding me to follow. He kicked his way
out of his pants, then moved me to the large desk positioned at
the front of the classroom. His hands gently gripped my waist and
lifted me so I could sit on the hard wood. He leaned in and
kissed me, a passionate, wanton kiss, and tugged at my skirt. He
peeled the fabric from me, letting it slide down my bare legs and
pool on the floor.
	My man got on his knees before me, his lips kissing the tender
skin of my inner thighs. His fingers hooked the waistband of my
panties, and slowly pulled them away. I closed my eyes and sighed
in excitement as my girlhood felt the kiss of the open air. I
could smell my girlish musk drifting from my moistened lips.
	The man's lips trailed along my thighs, his hands running across
my belly to my breasts, before returning to my small hips. I
moaned and cooed as his mouth trailed closer and closer to my own
tingling sex. I looked down as I felt him pause, and saw his eyes
affixed on my lips. One hand found the small curls of my sparse
pubic hair, his fingers massaging the soft skin surrounding my
pussy.
	The man looked at me and smiled, and a nervous fingertip brushed
my moist lips. I cooed again and put my head back, my eyes
shutting in pleasure as his finger traced the curve of my lips
before poking my swollen, aching clit. I moaned in delight with
each touch as he prodded my inner lips apart with his finger.
	I felt my clit practically screaming for attention, and as his
velvet tongue brushed it, I struggled to hold in a yelp. His lips
pressed against my sex, and his tongue began to explore my pussy.
He kissed my clit and lapped at my juicy vulva, his tongue
pushing its way into my warm opening. I let my hands pull at his
hair, silently demanding him to please me.
	His fingers, moist from my dripping cunt, trailed along my
buttocks, poking at my vagina while his tongue focused on my
clit. He sucked and lapped at my little nub, turning each nerve
in my body into an electric pulse. I moaned and writhed beneath
him, begging in half words for him to suck me. I thrust my pussy
into his face, making his mouth meld with my body in a lustful
dance.
	The man's tongue worked my clit hard while he sneaked a finger
into my vagina. He didn't go far, but gave enough to double my
pleasure. My excitement only heightened as another finger prodded
at my puckered anus. I reached down and forced his hand closer,
until he was penetrating both of my holes. I moaned and humped
his hand, thrusting his fingers deeper into my cunt and ass. All
the while, my clit pulsed and vibrated against his angry tongue.
	It was only moments more until my body could take no more, and I
felt something I hadn't experienced in months. I went rigid,
every joint locking, my pussy and ass clenching the man's
fingers. A wave of pleasure boomed through my body, beginning at
the very tip of my little clit and spreading though my pussy and
ass before rocking the rest of my body. My hands were pulling at
my nipples of their own accord, and I writhed helplessly under
the spell of this thundering orgasm.
	The man kept kissing and fingering me throughout, until his
touched tickled and hurt and titillated my entire body. I pushed
him away, and gasped as his fingers withdrew from my tight
openings. I was vaguely aware of a steady stream of curses
drifting from my mouth.
	As I began to calm down, the man stood and pried my shaking legs
apart. I looked to his eyes, which overflowed with hunger and
desire. I giggled and brought my knees up, spreading the lips of
my drenched pussy for him.
	The man's hands wrapped around my thighs, and he stepped
forward. I felt his tip poke against my dripping lips; I could
tell he was even harder than before. With a groan, he thrust at
me, my tight cunt refusing to open up for his girth. I grunted as
he pushed farther, splitting apart my little pussy. He was so
big! I could barely keep from cringing as his cock forced its way
in, delving deeper and deeper into my womanhood.
	In a blink, he was fucking me. He gripped my legs, driving his
manhood deep into me, groaning with each thrust. My wet pussy
soon made room to accommodate his firm shaft, and I relaxed into
his rhythm. My little vagina began to sing with pleasure as each
movement pushed him further into me.
	My man climbed atop both the desk and me, finding his footing
and thrusting deep into my aching pussy. He leaned down and
kissed me, covering my mouth with his. His fingers pulled and
twisted my nipples, making me grimace in both pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I uttered as his penis pushed further into
me.
	My pussy pulsated with each thrust, gripping his member and
pulling him deeper. His mouth was lapping at my tits, sucking and
nibbling on my little nipples. His balls slapped against my ass,
making me bite my lip in unbridled enjoyment.
	The man suddenly withdrew from me entirely, giving me a moment
to gasp for breath. His hands roughly guided me to turn over onto
my stomach, then pulled me until my legs were hanging off the
desk. Before I could get my feet underneath me, he plunged inside
again, his solid cock immediately filling me up and resuming its
rhythmic pounding.
	Pinned beneath him, I let out a little scream with each movement
of his. His cock was tapping my cervix, and I felt that familiar
feeling rising in my clit. He slammed his body against me,
completely filling my thirteen-year-old cunt, and I screeched in
pleasure as my second orgasm hit me. My body shook beneath him,
and, sensing my climax, he proceeded to force his entire penis
all the way in, holding it there inside me like a stuck animal.
	The waves of ecstasy began to subside, and the man withdrew from
my pussy. With what little mind I had available, I wondered if he
had simultaneously finished inside of me. My mind began to form
the question, but before I could find my voice, I felt a small
prod against my rosebud. One hand found my back and began softly
pressing my body against the desk, while the other apparently was
rubbing his swollen head against my ass. My girly juices still
soaked his cock, and were lubricating my anus.
	A little nervous, especially since he was pinning me against the
desk, I began to hope he was about to cum. I'd only been fingered
and licked down there before by good old Hum, but never fucked.
The thought scared me, but I was getting the sense that I didn't
have much choice in the matter.
	I struggled a bit against him, but truthfully the man's motions
felt good for me. I felt him slowly slipping in, gradually
coaxing my tight asshole to open. Within moments I was over my
fear, and began shoving my ass back against him. Encouraged, he
pressed harder, and suddenly slid inside.
	I yelped in pain as his cock entered my ass. He was still huge,
and my virgin anus had never taken anything so big. With abandon
he quickly began thrusting into me, fucking my butt with as much
vigor as he had my pussy. I groaned and whined and tried not to
scream as his thick head moved farther into me, exploring depths
I didn't know existed. I felt real tears welling in my eyes, but
I fought them back, determined to be a good little fuck.
	The man grunted and rammed me, and soon the pain disappeared,
being replaced with a tentative pleasure. My entire rectum began
to warm in excitement as his member stabbed further into me. I
moaned with him and felt my body open up further, until his every
movement drove me to ecstasy.
	The man reamed my ass with his cock, pounding and fucking with
complete abandon. I jolted as his hands gripped my hips like a
vice, and his thrusting suddenly ceased. A guttural sound escaped
his lips, and his cock began to pulsate, spilling his seed into
my waiting ass. I cooed with each squirt, feeling his hot semen
pour into my body. I squeezed his penis with my anus, matching
each throb of his cock. With a final thrust deep into my bowels,
he slowly pulled out, his manhood exiting my buttocks with a
small pop.
	I slowly stood up from the desk as he backed off. My ass was
beginning to hurt, and the rest of my body was weak with
exhaustion and ecstasy. As I turned, I felt the man's sperm begin
trickling down my leg and pooling against my sock.
	With a grimace, I picked up my panties and wiped the cream from
my leg. Then, seeing his wet and slowly subsiding cock before me,
I quickly bent over and popped it in my mouth. I licked our
combination of cum from his shaft, enjoying the heady flavors of
our sex, then let his flaccid piece slide from between my lips.
	The man leaned against a nearby desk, panting, his face a slate
of utter shock. He was still reeling from our encounter. Licking
my lips, I scooped my clothes up and quickly slipped into the
skirt and blouse, draping my sweater over my arm. I gave the
naked man a smile and a wave, and with shaking legs began moving
for the door.
	"Wait," he called. I paused and looked back. He just stared at
me. "I...we..."
	"Thanks for everything, doll," I quipped, my hand reaching for
the handle. "But I gotta run. My daddy's waiting," I said. I
opened the door and quickly checked the hallway, then stepped
out. The man could only stare. I took one last look at his
beautiful manhood, then winked. "By the way, you can keep my
panties."
	I let the door closed behind me and did my best to hurry down
the hall, a wide smile settling in on my face. Hum would
definitely smell the sex on me, would know I had found another
person to play with. That thought had me giggling. Maybe I'll let
him fuck my ass next time, I thought. My grin became devilish. Or
maybe I'll just let him know someone beat him to it.
	As I opened the door and stepped back into the book fair, I took
a look at the book I'd been carrying before, still in place on
the table. With a shrug, I left it, and moved towards the exit. I
wasn't gonna read it anyways.

THE END


  
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