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   Title : Show Me Your Panties
   Author : MeatBot
   Keywords : Pedo, Mg
   Date : 20161219
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   Synopsis : A series of encounters between men and young girls.
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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
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author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.
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   --== ONE ==-
   The party was a dud, although the guest of honor seemed to be having a
good time.  Of course, it was a kid's party, what fun could an adult have?
I was there with my girlfriend of the moment and her daughter.  The
birthday boy was slowly working his way through a stack of gift-wrapped
boxes as high as Everest.  I was bored out of my mind and wandered into the
kitchen.
   I had already scoped the scene for precocious "ready" young foxes.  And
my main choice, the one I'd had an almost-instant hard-on when first
seeing, was alone in the kitchen stealing a finger-full of icing off the
birthday cake, a behemoth that would have looked more at place at a
wedding.
   The girl was a tad over four feet, and as slim as they get.  Her body,
or what I could see of it almost looked hard beneath her party dress.  I
love kids, they are so lean.  Her legs were long and muscular, and, as is
my nature, I imagined them wrapped around my neck.  Her face was that of a
princess, pert little nose, fat naturally-red lips, and huge brown eyes
that had captured me, heart and soul, when I first saw her.  Her hair was
dark brown, almost black, and to her waist.
   "Oh, darlin'!  Not the cake!" I said, laughing.  She looked suitably
guilty and popped the finger into her mouth.  Then she smiled at me and
giggled.  I felt like that was a pretty good start.  Of course, at this
point I didn't have anything unsavory in mind.  Well, of course I did, but
at this point I planned on keeping it in my mind.
   "Nobody'll notice!" she said, still giggling.  I looked at her finger,
still smeared with icing and her saliva.  I moved closer to her, into what
I knew was a kid's "danger zone" but she didn't flinch or draw back to my
satisfaction.  I gently took her hand and raised it to my mouth.  She just
watched, a half-smile on her face.
   The icing tasted good, but her finger tasted better.  Just knowing part
of her body was in my mouth was satisfying.  I sucked and licked every bit
of sickeningly-sweet sugar off it, and then sucked for a while longer.  I
know she knew the stuff was all gone, and I felt like she understood after
a while I was just doing it to do it.
   I finally dropped it, and it seemed like to me she was almost
disappointed.  She hesitantly reached for the cake, and lifted another
dollop of icing.  Her finger slowly approached my mouth, and her smile got
a little wider.  I sucked for a long time, running my tongue to the root of
her finger, and finally taking all four of her digits in my mouth.
   She giggled, and I smiled down at her.
   "I would like to do that to the rest of you..." I softly said, when she
retracted her hand.  She never looked puzzled or nonplussed, she just
smiled some more.
   "I'd let you..." she finally said back.  I wondered if she knew what I
had really meant.
   On the countertop behind her was an opened can of icing, I assume to
touch up the cake if things like what she had just done might occur.  I
picked it up, took her still-wet hand with my other hand, and led her out
the kitchen through the back door, the one into the pantry.  I knew this
house fairly well, I had helped design it a few years ago.  I knew that
there were two pantries, some store-rooms, and a second door to the garage
through here.  What I was looking for was the "store-room" that was
actually a safe-room.
   I led her into it, and gently closed the door.  I felt like we were
pretty safe, although I was aware my world would pretty much end if we got
caught.  But I knew the present-unwrapping would take another thirty
minutes at least.  And the birthday-boy's mom, one of just a few adults in
the crowd, was running the video camera.  I felt pretty safe.  And, of
course, I had gotten away with shit like this before.
   She still seemed completely at ease with me.  I locked the door with the
top lock, a simple deadbolt.  She still didn't panic, to be locked in a
small room with a strange man.  She looked like that she was waiting for
something.  For something to begin.
   "Darling..." I wondered how to start with her.  "Darling, have you ever
kissed a boy?"
   She giggled and nodded.  "Yeah, at school," she said.  "And my cousin
Darren.  We kiss all the time."
   I bent down and slowly kissed her forehead.  She giggled some more but
still didn't pull away.  Time was wasting, though.  We needed to get to the
good stuff.
   "Darling!" I said, trying to be a little more commanding.  "Please! 
Show me your panties!"
   She giggled, but her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt without
hesitation.  She slowly raised her dress, higher and higher until a cute
little pair of pink panties were exposed.  I could literally see the
indentation of her sweet slit in the middle of the crotch.  My cock oozed.
   I slowly dropped to my knees.  Sometimes I wished I wasn't so tall, this
was one of those times.  Weirdly, by now she had hooked her thumbs in the
elastic of her panties, almost like she was preparing to pull them down.  I
wondered if she had ever done anything like this before.  I put my head
closer and closer to her sweet snatch, trying to catch its elusive scent.
   I was inches away, my head beneath her upraised skirt.  She slowly
dropped her panties maybe an inch.
   "All the way down, baby..." I breathed on her.  "All the way down... 
let me see your beautiful pussy..."
   I heard her giggle above me again.  I hoped she was having as much fun
as I was.  Her panties slid down another inch, and then another.  Her
fabulous little mound slowly came into view, as smooth as a baby's butt. 
But god she had a cute pubis.  Jeezus.  These girls.
   "What..." she finally said, stopping the desirable descent of underwear.
I waited, moving an inch closer and drawing a breath through my nose.  At
last, to my satisfaction, I smelled a slight hint of pussy.  Wonderful
little-girl pussy.  I waited, staring at it.
   "What," she said, "what are you gonna do to me?"
   "Sweet darling," I said.  "If you'll let me, I'm going to lick your
heavenly little cunt until you cum.  Then I'll smear icing on my cock and
let you lick it off."
   I wanted to be honest with her.  I knew by then that kids appreciated
honesty, even if they didn't always practice it.  And I didn't think it
would hurt my chances with her, to tell her what I was going to do to her.
I knew that probably her mind was already made up, it had probably been
decided before we entered the room.  I felt her feet shift, and moved yet a
little closer to her most beautiful nether regions.
   "Just lick me?" she said, "down there?"
   "Yeah," I said softly.  Another few seconds passed, and the panties
resumed their downwards trek.  At last, in the half-light beneath her
skirt, at long last her pussy came into view.  I just stared at it
hungrily, and let her drop her panties to her knees.
   I ducked from beneath her skirt, and met her eyes.
   "Darling," I said, "you are beautiful beyond compare!"
   She giggled.  "Down there?" she asked.
   "Hell yeah," I said.  "Down there." Behind her was a large heavy-duty
half-empty shelf.  I took her by the waist and moved her down to the empty
area, and sat her on it, just hanging her little rump over it.  She sat,
instinctively holding onto the shelf with both hands.  I heaped her dress
around her waist, and spread her legs.  Heaven waited.
   The first taste was incredible.  This little rich bitch hadn't taken a
bath this morning, I decided.  She was tasty and aromatic.  And cunt,
jeezus did she ever taste like cunt.  Cunt to the max.  Big girls taste
good, but nothing compares to a sweet, sweaty little girl.  I wondered if I
was boldly going where no man had gone before.
   "Anybody ever done this for you before?" I asked, my voice muffled by
her albeit bare little muff.  She understood me.
   "No..." she said.  "But I seen grown-ups doing it...  on my laptop..."
   I laughed.  Goddam internet...  in some ways it helped, but in some ways
it took the fun out of it, the "new" out of it for the kids.  This was not
the first time one of my little lovers had let me do stuff to them that
they had seen on the internet.
   I was back, tounge-deep in her sweet twat.  I found her little clit, and
smashed it against her groin.  From the way she twitched and squirmed I
knew it felt good.  I even got a gasp out of her, at one point.  And the
taste, good god the taste...  she tasted like pussy magnum.  She tasted
like heaven.
   I got as far down her perineum as I could with her sitting.  I tasted a
slight taste of ass, but not enough.  I knew we wouldn't have time for me
to properly appreciate her ass, though.  I don't know how long I licked her
pussy, but of course it wasn't long enough.  I felt like I did make her
cum, though.  At some point I felt her legs tighten around my shoulders,
and goose flesh appeared on her inner thighs.  She sighed and gasped
loudly, and her body trembled.  Oh yes, I though, oh yeah, baby... 
remember that...  and every time you cum, think of me.
   At last I just had to pull away.  I slowly stood, giving her sweet cunt,
still glistening with my saliva, a last longing gaze.  I unzipped, and
worked my hard cock out the slit.  She gazed at it, a half-smile once again
on her face.  Just so she knew what they looked like, I pulled my balls
out, also.
   I took the can of icing, and smeared a generous blob on three of my
fingers.  I smeared it all over my cock, hoping she would go for it.  I
didn't want to have to put it back in my pants like that.  She just
watched, and I could see her mouth slowly open, like she was getting ready.
   "You want to try?" I said.  "You want to do it, like the big girls do?"
Well, the big girls did it without icing, true.  Later I wondered if the
icing had even been necessary.  But, that's the way it happened.
   She had nodded, when I asked.  She literally leaned forward, and I did
too.  The cap of my cock disappeared into her mouth, and I felt her wet
little lips around it.  Almost immediately I felt her tongue, licking the
icing off.  Damn...  try that sometimes...  it feels great.  And to know a
sweet little girl was doing it...  I knew I would cum in record time.
   I pressed my cock further into her mouth.  She took it like a pro,
sucking and licking the icing off it.  Soon I felt her nose touch my pubic
hair.  Thank god I'm not John Holmes, I thought for the first time.  I've
fucked around with little girls before, but this was the first to-the-hilt
blow job from one.  This girl, once again, surprised me and made me wonder
if I was really her first.
   I felt a hesitant touch on my balls as she took them in hand.  She
caressed them gently, like they were eggs.  The girl had a great touch. 
What a sweet little cocksucker she was.  It was almost enough, but I really
wanted her to be my sweet little fuck-doll.  Sadly, we don't always get
what we want.
   All too soon the icing was gone, but it didn't seem to matter to her. 
Well, I thought, there's a few squirts of icing left...  I relaxed or
tensed my prostate, whatever it is, and I knew I would be there pretty
quick.  She was still sucking, like the beautiful little organic vacuum
pump she was.  I could feel her lips pull out to the head of my cock,
circling my cap...  and then she'd pull me deep inside her mouth.  How do
they know?  Instinct?  The girl was gonna make more than a few young men
happy in the years to come, I felt like.
   At last I touched her shoulder.  "Darling, I'm going to cum.  Are you
ready?" She made a noise, one that I took for assent.  I wondered if the
internet had shown her this part.  She seemed willing to just keep on
going, at least.
   At last I began to cum, pumping what felt like several mouthfuls into
her sweet pie-hole.  "Swallow, darling!" I said.  "Swallow!" She did, and
not too much escaped.  I was afraid of sending her back to the party with
cum-stains on her collar, but she managed well for an amateur.  At last my
prostate rolled over and died and I gently pulled my softening cock from
her mouth.
   "Oh, honey!" I probably gushed, "that was the sweetest ever!  Thank you,
thanks a million!" She grinned up at me, the single lightbulb glinting off
her cum-covered chin.  I took my handkerchief and wiped her down as best I
could.  I gave her a large blob of icing to get the cum-taste out of her
mouth and off her breath.  She giggled, and gulped it down.  The kid would
be on a sugar high for days after this.
   I put my damp cock away, and she tugged her panties back into place. 
Our eyes met, and we giggled together.  I wondered what she thought of
this, doing sex stuff with a strange man at a party.  I hoped she'd had
fun, and I hoped she would remember me forever and the fun we had.  I had
sure as hell had fun, and I think she had, too.  " I dropped to my knees
and hugged her.  "Our secret?" I said, and I felt her nod and giggle.  Kids
love secrets, though they don't always keep them well.  I hoped she kept
this one.  At least she didn't even know my name.  Or me hers, I mused. 
Would she always be "the girl at the party" to me?  Maybe it would be more
sexy that way.
   I grabbed two six-packs of Pepsi off a shelf, and gave her one.  I
unlocked the door and we returned to the kitchen.  Three kids were there,
eying the Tower of Babel cake.  I put my six-pack on the counter and said
"just getting more joy-juice." The kids laughed, and I felt the girl behind
me touch me on the leg.  I turned and looked down at her, meeting her eyes.
She slowly winked at me, opening her mouth and doing that smirk thing that
people do when they wink.  I winked back, touched her nose, and went
looking for my girlfriend.
   --== TWO ==-
   The town was just another nameless midwest shithole.  I spent a few
weeks there, working for an oilfield yard that was willin' to pay me in
cash, for the relatively low hourly wage I ask for.  I knew I was bein'
shortchanged, but I'm off the grid...  it had to be cash.  I know the owner
was fuckin' me, but so what.  I wasn't anxious to show up on the Fed's
radar.
   I rented a trailer in a grimy little park, and moved my backpack in. 
That was it, a few six-packs in the fridge and I was set for the winter.  I
put all the clothes I had on, turned the heat down, and pulled Proust's
"Remembrance" out of my pack.  Now, if everybody would just leave me
alone...
   That night passed wonderfully, as did a few more.  I was halfway through
Melville's "Moby Dick" for the dozenth time in my life when my peaceful
world fell apart.  Somebody knocked on my fucking door.  Not just knocked,
they pounded.
   "Fuck!" I mumbled, getting up off the dusty threadbare old couch. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I went the half dozen steps to the door, and peeked
out best I could through the drafty glass slats.  I didn't see any feds or
cops, but I did see what looked like the top of a kid's head.  I slowly
opened the door.
   It was just a little girl.  She looked pitiful, dressed in just jeans
and a thin cotton shirt.  She was literally shivering in the bitter cold.
   "Well," I said.  "Howdy!" I stood aside so she could enter, and she came
right in.
   "What can I do for your, darlin'?" I said, and she turned and faced me.
   "My..." she said.  Her voice was soft and low, liquid velvet.  It almost
gave me chills.  I looked at her, barely hearing her.  Was this a chance
meeting?  Was this fate, at work?  I admit, from the first moment, I was
entranced by her.
   She continued.  "My mom won't wake up.  It's been two days now...  an'
there's nothin'...  nothin' to eat in our house..."
   The poor kid almost seemed apologetic.  I felt for her, I felt deeply
for her.  Kids...  they are just little slaves, to often uncaring adults.
Their lives are totally out of their control.  I remembered being a kid,
and some of the shit that happened to me.  It was crazy.  I felt for this
girl, I really felt for her.
   "Awww," I said, "C'mere!" I led her into my little kitchen.  I kinda
over-simplified up there, about the six-packs.  I did have some food, some
frozen shit and some stuff in the fridge.  I turned the oven on, and pulled
some stuff out of the fridge.  I went down the hall and turned the
thermostat up to eighty for the poor kid.  We'll see if this old rattletrap
can take it, I thought.  The unit howled like a BUFF on takeoff but warm
air came out the vent immediately.
   I returned to the kitchen and made the kid a sandwich while we waited
for a TV dinner to cook.
   "What's your name, darlin'?" I asked.
   "Chelsea..." she said.  "Chelsea Worthington."
   "Chelse!" I presented my hand and we shook.  "I'm Devin.  Glad to meet
you."
   "You're new here..." she ventured.
   "Yeah," I said.  "I just been here a few."
   "I din't go to school yesterday or today," she said.  "Think I'll get in
trouble?"
   "Well," I said.  I had no idea.  "I think they'll understand." I hoped
they would, in spite of being tools of the system.
   "My mom..." she suddenly seemed distant.  "My mom don't move.  She just
lays there.  She's on junk, you know."
   "No, I didn't know." I said.  I wondered if that meant what it sounded
like it meant.  And I wondered about the woman.  Not moving?  I wondered if
she had OD'd.  I suppose I should go check on her.
   We sat and talked until the timer dinged and I took the tray out of the
oven.  The kid demolished the dinner just like she had the sandwich.  I
felt even more sorry for her.  Why do people have these kids, when they
won't look after them?  What a fucked up world we live in.
   Okay...  something to admit about myself, here.  I like kids.  I like
them too much, probably.  But...  I like them from a distance.  I also like
my freedom, and the virginity of my asshole.  I mean, I've played around a
little, but I've been careful.  It's probably a bit gauche to simply say
I've never been caught, and it's not that simple...  I've been careful,
like I said.
   I looked at this little girl, I looked hard at her.  She could have been
anywhere between eight and twelve, I thought.  Kids develop at different
rates.  Her thin shirt barely hid her hard young nipples, they poked
through the cloth like hard little cones.  Children have a fabulous beauty
that is ninety degrees off from adults to me.  This one certainly did.  Not
classical beauty, but an almost unearthly beauty that was impossible for me
to define.  I realized, almost with a sinking heart...  I realized that I
already loved her.
   Me and love...  we don't always get along so good.  I have left behind
me, in my travels, pieces of my heart until I have wondered sometimes if
there was anything left of it.  I knew there was, though, when I stared at
this dark little brown-eyed girl.
   "Darlin'," I said.  "Finish your dinner.  I'm gonna run over to your
trailer and make sure your mom's okay.  Okay?"
   She nodded, regarding me seriously.
   "You got a coat over there?" I asked her.
   "A jacket..." she replied.
   "Okay, I'll get that too.  I'll be right back." I said, and put on my
coat.  I peeked out and looked up.  Fuck...  chemtrail city.  I put my coat
over my head, and looked for Chelse and her mom's trailer.  Finally I made
a trip back and asked the girl where she lived, and went and found it.  I
carefully let myself into her mom's place.  I found the woman in a back
bedroom of the freezing trailer house, stiff and cold.  A needle and some
vials were on the floor beside her.  I left her and gathered all the girl's
clothes and shoes I could find and some things that looked like personal
items.  I put it all into a plastic garbage bag, and returned to my place.
   I sat in the kitchen with her.  We talked for a few moments.
   "Chelse..." I finally said.
   She regarded me with huge brown eyes.  "Uh-huh..." she finally said.
   "Your mom...  your mom wants you to live with me, until she gets
better." The lie came easily.  Someday I would tell her the truth. 
"Chelse, darling...  she's pretty sick.  We need to give her some space. 
She wants you to go with me, maybe down to Mexico, where it's warm all the
time.  Where I can find a good job, and support us."
   The girl seemed to process what I had said, and then nod.
   "Can I..." she said.  "Can I kiss her goodbye?"
   "Yeah..." I said.  "We'll do that, before we leave."
   That night I left her alone for a few, reading the first pages of a book
by Emerson I had.  The girl had already impressed me with her speed, she
read well.  I'll make something of this kid, I had already told myself. 
I'll turn her into an upright free-thinking sensible citizen.  I'll arm her
mind, and prepare her to change the world.  Whatever damage her mom might
have done from the things she had exposed the girl too, I'll undo that
damage.  This kid might even be my legacy, my gift to the world.
   Like I said, I left, and went up to the office and borrowed the phone
and called a guy I worked with whom I knew had a car for sale.  I can
drive, and I have a bulletproof fake license I got in Texas, registered
under one of my personas.  I'm a careful driver, too, to decrease my
chances of being stopped.
   The guy said he would bring the car by tonight, and I agreed.  I wanted
to fly out of here, now that I had decided to take the girl.  I went back
to my trailer.  I couldn't find the girl, until I looked in my bedroom. 
She was buried beneath the blankets, sound asleep.  I waited on the guy
with the car to arrive.
   The car wasn't bad, a VW diesel, I knew the model and knew it would be
economical.  The tag and stickers were still good.  I knew this thing would
get us across the border.  Hell, I might keep going...  as long as there
was road.  South America...  that might be out of the reach of the system.
My only fear was that I had a tracking implant or something put in my body
without my knowledge...  anything could have happened when I was in the Air
Force.  Anyway, I counted out some bills from my roll of cash, and we were
both pleased.
   I took the guy home, went back and packed the car and then waited on the
girl to wake up.  Night fell, and it became apparent she was out for the
count.  I wondered if she had slept the last few days...  in a trailer with
a dead woman.  Poor kid.  My heart just went out to her.  I'll do this, I
thought.  I'll take this kid, and give her the best childhood ever.  At
that moment, I didn't have anything else planned.  Nothing nefarious, at
least.
   Finally, about nine o'clock, I turned the heat down a notch, got
undressed, and slid in beside the girl.  I usually sleep naked, but this
time I left my undies on.  I was surprised, when I wrapped my arms around
her, to find she was naked.  That was okay, and what I was really used to.
I kicked my underwear down to the bottom of the bed, and scratched those
places that needed scratching.  She felt warm and soft, and I hugged her to
my body.  She murmured something, and giggled.  I sighed and closed my
eyes. For some reason it took me a long time to get to sleep that night.
   Something was pressing on my chest.  I woke up, and looked up.  A face
leered down at me, grinning widely.
   "Dev!" said the girl.  "Wake up!  The sun is up!" Sure enough, the room
was brightly lit.  The kid was literally sitting on my stomach, and I
smiled up at her.  What a wonderful way to wake up.  At last, I thought...
those nipples...  at fucking last.  Her chest was flat as a board, but her
nipples were two fat little cones of pink flesh.  And fuck, they looked
hard enough to cut diamond in the nippy morning air of my bedroom.  I could
just imagine what they would feel like in my mouth.  Jeezus, that would be
enough, I thought.  I could die happy, or I could spend the rest of my life
in a cage in Leavenworth if I could just suck on those fabulous nipples for
a while.
   I looked down, and couldn't breathe for a moment or two.  Her legs were
spread widely, and her beauty shone like the rising sun.  The sweetest
little vertical slit, with two little lips on either side.  A cute fat
fleshy little clit peeked out the middle, and her legs were spread so wide
that her little cunt literally was spread open.  She was completely bare,
not a single pubic hair spoiled her smoothness.  Her beauty took my breath
away.  This, I thought...  this is what I've waited my whole life for.  How
can I not reach for it?  How can I not ravish this child?
   The instant I had looked at her sweet little cunt my cock had become
hard, like a whip cracking.  It was so hard it almost hurt.  I've ignored
my cock somewhat lately, and now it reminded me of that.  I want, it
exclaimed loudly inside my brain.  I want!  Settle down you inconsiderate
bastard!  I told it.  She's just a kid, for god's sake!  It laughed at me
and I shook my head, laughing back.
   She chattered and laughed and giggled and ground her hot crotch into my
waist.  Damn, the child had no idea what she was doing to me.  I was afraid
I was gonna cum, just from her occasionally bumping my cock with her butt.
When she scooted backwards...  fuck...  then things got really interesting.
   Somehow she knew to raise up slightly as she scooted.  My hard cock,
laying mostly flat on my belly in spite of occasional twitches, disappeared
beneath her damp softness.  When she sat back down, I couldn't really tell,
but it sure as hell felt like her pussy lips were smothering my cock.  I
imagine it felt like riding a broomstick to her.  I was hard, fuck I was
hard.  I'm no giant, but I'm respectable.  And I know that day I was a
little fatter than usual.  I was afraid the damn thing would explode.
   Her smile was almost wicked now.  She knew, she knew she was doing
something naughty, I thought.  She smiled down at me like a fox and my
heart just melted a little bit more.
   I just couldn't stand it any more.  "Oh baby!" I gasped.  "Oh, oh sweet
darling!" I reached up with both hands, and touched her hard nipples.  Oh
god, the feelings I had, then.  And fuck if she didn't smile more, even.  I
could tell it didn't bother her a bit.  I cupped my hands over her nipples,
and scrubbed them against my palms.  Damn if they didn't seem to get even
harder.  Fuck, I thought...  is there no end to the sexiness of this little
creature?
   She was riding me now, like a girl on a bronc.  She scrubbed her cunt
down the length of my cock, and back up.  She leaned forward, crouching
down over me so that pressure was placed on her clit as she rode my cock. I
imagined I felt her clit running down my cock like a little glass-cutter.
Nothing in all my years was as sexy as what we were doing.  How I held back
I'll never know.
   She pumped me harder, and I could see her eyes glaze over.  I could tell
she had forgotten about me, about the world around her...  all she knew,
right now, was that hard little clit scraping down my rigid cock.  She
hiccuped, and gasped.  She gasped again, and I could see her chest rise as
she sucked in air.  I was breathing hard, too.  Within moments she gave a
little squeak, shaking and bouncing, and I felt goose flesh race across her
skin where her legs touched me.  At last she just literally collapsed on
top of me.  During the last few seconds of that wild ride my cock had given
up and I unloaded a few gallons of sperm on my belly and her pussy and
inner thighs.  Jeezus, I came so hard it took a week to get my asshole
unpuckered.  I had cramps in my legs, I came so hard.  I never remember one
like that, ever.  I felt a great gratitude to the girl, that she had come
into my life and in barely twelve hours I'd had the greatest orgasm ever.
It made my future with her look rosy, indeed.
   We just lay there, her on top of me, and panted in the cold air of the
bedroom.  I could almost see the heat pouring from her body.  I put my
hands over her back, and hugged her.  I never wanted to give her up, now. I
was more in love with her by then that I thought possible.
   "Darling," I said.  She lifted her head and looked at me from four
inches away.  I leaned up and gently kissed her on the lips.  She giggled.
   "I love you," I said.  "I love you more than you'll ever know.  I love
you infinity to the googlest power.  I love you more than Romeo loved
Juliet.  I love you more than Anna loved Vronsky.  I love you more than...
hell, darling...  this could take a while."
   She giggled.  "It don't matter," she said wisely.  "We got a while.  I
like hearin' stuff like that.  Nobody ever tol' me stuff like that
before..."
   That made me sad.  A beautiful, sweet girl like this...  she should be
told a hundred times a day she was loved.  I could do that.  I would do
that.  For the next twenty minutes, I told her just that.
   I pulled her forward over my face, and at last...  at long last my lips
wrapped around a fat little nipple.  It was every bit as wonderful as I
knew it would be.  She giggled above me while I made love to her nipples
with my lips and scraped them with my teeth.  The unreality of the whole
situation just added to my pleasure, and more than once I thought...  this
really isn't happening...  is it?  It was just too perfect.
   I finally had to pull away, otherwise we would have just spent the rest
of our lives in the bed.  "Darlin'," I said, "let's get dressed, we'll run
by your mom's so you can kiss her goodbye, and then we'll hit the road. 
We'll flip a coin, heads Mexico or tails Canada.  We'll take a road trip!
It'll be lots of fun!"
   She smiled at me, and then leaned down a few inches.  Our lips touched,
and stayed.  After a few seconds I felt her wet little tongue on mine.  My
little angel wasn't that innocent, but I didn't care.  She was something to
start with, something to work with.  I would make something out of her,
something special.
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