Fire Down Below  

Chapter -Three

By 

Frenchie


“Fire Down Below” is a science fiction story by Frenchie and does not represent people, places or things in real life. The story did not happen and does in no way represent real life activities. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Leave immediately.

“Fire Down Below” is the story of a man who lost his girlfriend and had dinner at a Chinese restaurant and believes the fortune cookies are telling his future. If sex stories or sex stories between consenting adults and children are not your cup of tea, please leave now. If not, please enjoy the short story, Fire Down Below.

ASSTR Code: Mg*, ped, sex, bond, best, rom, con.



Rodney went to work the next day, filled with enthusiasm and he asked his superior for a month’s vacation time that he had accrued over the past years. He was a senior executive at a large financial corporation and he hadn’t taken a vacation in a while. So, on Friday, he would start a month’s vacation with pay and bonuses that he had saved up over the years. He couldn’t wait to tell the girls.

He left work and was home in record time and the girls were waiting for him on the front porch. They hugged and kissed each other and they took him inside to relax. They had set-up a beautiful Jacuzzi in the back yard, under a sprawling old oak tree festooned with blooming Jasmine vines; while birds chirped on its branches. He changed into his bathing suit and met the girls out back and they all went in. The water felt good flowing over his body and the girls took turns massaging every part of his body, caressing and kissing him.

After about a half hour, they went inside and bathed and met in the dining room for supper, which the girls had prepared. Rodney was surprised at the quality of the girl’s culinary expertise and the aroma of the food. They all sat down together and enjoyed the meal, then afterward Janice served desert to everyone.

They retired to the living room, after the table was cleared and the dishes put away, to treat Rodney like a king; they dressed him in silk pajamas and with beautiful silk Oriental robe and slippers and they all gathered around him and pleased him with whatever he wanted and wanted to do.

Around nine o’clock, two of the girls dimmed the lights and left him alone with twelve year old Janice Randle. Janice is about five feet tall and weighs about ninety-five pounds with long dirty blonde hair parted down the middle of her head, with a creamy, radiant complexion and a shapely, slender figure, a nice ass and a beautiful handful or mouthful of titties. 

They made their way to the love seat and cuddled and caressed each another.

She reached into his pajama top and felt his chest. “That’s a lot of hair,” she said; twirling the hair around her finger. She rubbed his chest and took his top off, exposing more hair than she had ever seen before. 

They undressed each other and lay across the bed. Their hands began exploring every crack and crevice of each other while they kissed and fondled each other’s body. In the dim light and confusion created by the moment, somehow, Rodney’s hands were tied at either side of the bed and his feet were tied at the opposite end of the bed and he couldn’t move. Janice’s naked figure loomed over him as he tried to change position; she smiled.

‘What a beautiful body,’ he thought, as she reached down and cupped his privates in her hands and gently raised her hands, sliding them over his balls and then his limp prick and she repeated the process and his flaccid peter began to come alive.

“What have we here?” She asked, not expecting an answer, and she laughed, bending down over the slowly swelling cock.

She kissed the tip of the glans and licked them softly and tenderly until a little oil seeped out, flavoring it with a delicious texture. Then, she went further down the now, rock hard shaft and came back up, slowly and deliberately, moisturizing the whole of the body of his penis.    

He started to moan; she was driving him crazy and he couldn’t make the intensity of her ministrations lessen by changing his position; he was going to cum. But, she relinquished the almost exploding member and moved her head up to his nipples and began to suck, hard and harder and her teeth went together and she bit them, one by one.

“Ow, that hurts!” he exclaimed. ‘What was this crazy girl doing,’ he thought, pulling at the restraints holding his hands, but, they held fast, not changing their grip.

Her right hand went down over his cock, as she licked and bit his nipples; she started stroking it up and down, slowly. She moved her head down to his navel and stuck her tongue down inside the recess as her left hand came around and started massaging his titties. 

‘He was being attacked on all sides and couldn’t do anything about it.’ He thought.

At than moment a very large German Shepherd jumped up on the bed, startling him. He jerked and pulled at his restraints to try to move away from the oncoming animal, but they were to well tied. The big dog settled next to him, mouth open and breathing hard as if had just ran a long way. Janice passed her hand slowly over Rodney’s wilting penis, like waving a magic wand and the dog stood up and its head bent down and slowly started licking an imaginary liquid from it. The penis quickly responded and the dog seemed to quicken its pace and went down the shaft, licking with its smooth tongue, wrapping it around the shaft and even his balls.

While the dog licked Rodney’s penis, Janice came up to his head and began kissing and sucking his neck and ears and her right hand went down and circled the base of his penis as the dog expertly licked his huge dick and balls. 

Janice made a motion over the dog’s head, as before, but this time the dog stopped licking his balls and penis and went down below his dick to his ass; after a few licks, the dog’s long tongue penetrated Rodney’s ass, forcefully and quickly and went in and out, deeper as it went, and Janice’s hand enveloped his dick and stroked it up and down with slow, deliberate strokes.

Rodney was beside himself, on the brink of collapse, and he began moaning, long and low… Soon, the pain in his groin grew to monumental proportions and it felt like his cock was on fire; the glans felt as if in a furnace, his balls tightened around its base. Janice knew he was about to cum and she slowed the pace of her motions. Rodney’s breath was ragged and choked and soon he was consumed by magnificent pain as a large contraction enveloped his entire penis and the glans burned with searing heat; the dick exploded and a shot of cum, two feet long, shot out at the speed of a bullet, and his swollen cock contracted again and another spasm hit, tearing his body apart. His feet and toes went numb as did his hands and fingers; he was limp, weak, exhausted as spasm after spasm tore through his burning cock; he lay on the bed, breathless and spent.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” a voice called. “Wake up, I want to fuck.”

Rodney opened his eyes. It was daylight and birds were chirping all around; the sun was low to the ground and a cool breeze blew with the sweet fragrance of Night Jasmine.

The twelve year old was laying by his side, dressed in a lavish white satin and nylon peignoir set, with her head resting on her hand facing him.

“Are going to sleep all day?” She asked dreamily. “Come on, I want to fuck.” She demanded.

“What time is it,” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s time to fuck.” She said with an air of certain authority. “I want to feel that eight inch cock in my tight little seven inch deep pussy. I want you to make it deeper.”

“It’s only seven and a half inches,” he corrected. 

“No, its eight inches, would you care to bet, big boy?” She said with an air of certain authority.
 
Rodney thought that after what he went through last night, she could be right and he said, “Ok, prove it.”

She crawled over his naked body, and gabbed his penis in her right hand while bending down, kissing him on the lips, sensually. She slid her hand up and down, slowly as her tongue entered his mouth and began searching; up and down in and out, rhythmically. 

She adjusted her body over his, dragging the sheer fabric of her gown over his body, giving more impetus to her being there and doing what she was doing to him. He felt a thrill as her body, wrapped in the folds of the delicate material, touched and excited his body. More and more he wanted to be inside the tempting twelve year olds pussy to please her as much as he would be pleased.

Slowly, she slid up and down over his naked body, moving her legs across his; tempting, teasing every fiber in his body, making him yearn for hers.

Both of them were breathing heavily, moving, rubbing, gyrating, coming closer to a climax, sweating and growing weak; then, she stopped and rolled off of him and withdrew a 12 inch ruler. She sat up with him and they looked at his cock. It was long and large. She placed the ruler with one end on the base of the dick and read, “Eight inches.”

“Now, I want every inch in my pussy, right now.” She declared with an air of certain authority. 

And, she turned on her back, spread her legs, open and raised the gown so her pussy was foremost in view. Rodney turned facing her and laid his naked body over hers, placing the tip of his eight inch cock at the entrance of her seven inch deep pussy, that would soon be eight inches deep.

She reached down and took the cock in her hand and gently rubbed it up and down the slit, lubricating it with juices that were both secreting, then she guided it into the hole and he pushed and pulled out, pushed in and pulled out. She held it so it would hit the mark every time. He continued until he broke her hymen.

She gave an abrupt grunt and he stopped to let the wave of pain subside. He looked into her beautiful face, framed in strands of gold, yellow and brown hair; she was beauty beyond compare, a lovely angel.

He started pushing inside her again, slowly, deeper with each thrust, in and out. It was almost at least seven inches in when he hit bottom and he figured another half inch would be the deepest he could achieve, and he started slowly fucking his virgin for the first time.

They cuddled as he fucked her and they kissed, passionately; his arms around her and hers around him, loving, caring, giving.
He reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks and felt if her slender waist and his dick took on a new meaning and he started pumping harder and deeper with each thrust. She moaned; he moaned; he kissed her deeper, his tongue was hard and it bore deep into her mouth, as did his prick, dove deeper into her tight little pussy. 

They started breathing heavily as the rhythm increased. She was starting to feel a wonderful, exquisite pain with each thrust, it was delicious, but she dare not mention it, because he might stop or even slow down and that would ruin it. She endured and immersed herself; thoroughly enjoying it.

Her breath was beginning to get ragged; she lost it several times; it was hard to catch. She made growling, moaning sounds; guttural noises. Rodney knew the end was near and he was going to prevent it. He slowed the pace. She moaned and bucked into his pelvis. He increased the speed and she started howling and growling, writhing on the bed, side to side and, once again, he slowed the pace to a crawl, slowly in… and out… in… and out.

The moment had passed and she was frustrated and fatigued at his actions; he slowly commenced fucking; his prick larger than it had ever been in the tightest pussy, ever. She wanted the pain back that was so delicious. They fucked on and on.

They could feel the wetness between their legs, dripping down her ass and his cock, to the sheets, soaking her ass. He felt her ass and rubbed it, up and down and felt her waist and her torso; exquisite works of art, he thought.

He pushed into her deep and pulled out and pushed in deeper and pulled out. She noticed the change and stated whimpering and wailing; in deeper and out, in and out.

“Ow… Oh…” she moaned. 

Faster, in deeper and out fast, slowly in deeper and out fast.

“Eee…” she writhed on the bed with fury.

Faster yet, in very deep very fast and out very slow, in very deep very fast and out very slow; he measured the thrusts.

She was out of breath. Her breathing ragged, jerking, choking.

“Aee…, choke, no…choke,” she couldn’t stand it. The feeling was intense; unbearable.

He was loosing his breath; the feeling in his groin was increasing, to a great degree, that he would soon, no longer be able to tolerate.

The pain in both of them grew and was about to explode in a smashing orgasm. She would have to endure it as long as the piston thrust in and out of her and he would have to endure it as long as he could stand it; and he would try to stand it as long as possible.

In and out he went, until she gasped and choked,

“Eee,” wildly she thrashed on the bed making vociferous noises, choking, “Aee…”

Rodney’s orgasm was late starting and he had a few more thrusts before he would have to stop, so he continued pleasing the tormented twelve year old as long as he could.

Then it hit. The first contraction and his penis spewed out an enormous amount of semen into the young girl and he was able to handle it, then the next one hit and the glans felt as tough it was thrown into a fire and the third one was about to strike but he couldn’t stand the pain, so he rammed his prick deep into Janice, holding it there, embedded in her until the spasms stopped; he and she enjoying the pain of the experience and they collapsed on each other.



Chapter Four 


An alarm clock sounded.

“Bring… bring…” Rodney reached for the clock to hit the button to stop it from ringing.

He felt around for the button with eyes closed … “Thunk,” got it.

He opened his eyes and looked around. It was quarter past six, time to get up and get ready for work. He went to the bathroom, peed, took a shower and got dressed. That’s when he smelled the aroma of bacon frying and coffee brewing. He couldn’t wait to get to the kitchen. He hurriedly put his shoes on and tied them, grabbed his jacket and went downstairs.

Renee met him at the door and took his jacket, Brenda seated him at the table and Janice brought him a glass of freshly squeezed Orange juice, and they all told him good morning.

“Good morning girls,” he said, cheerily. “Did you all sleep well?”

They answered in unison, “Yes, Uncle Rodney.”	

Janice poured coffee for Rodney and served everyone breakfast. Brenda wanted to know when they were going on the cruise and Renee wanted to know when would be his last day at work, before he went on vacation.

“I don’t know when we are going on the cruise, because they are going to send the information in the mail and, Friday, tomorrow is my last day at work, for one month.” Rodney told the girls. 

“Yay,” the girls said.

“Now, girls, I have a question to ask you.” He said. “I have a good friend that I would like you to meet and I would also like to invite him to go with us on the cruise. But, I would like you to meet him first. What do you say?”

“Is he as nice as you?” They asked.

“I would say so.” He said.

“When would we meet him?” Brenda asked.

“How about we invite him to dinner tomorrow night at the Golden Dragon restaurant,” Rodney suggested.

“That sounds like a Chinese restaurant,” Janice said.

“Don’t you like Chinese?” He asked.

“Oh yes,” was their enthusiastic reply. 

“Ok then, I’ll call him tonight and arrange it.”

Rodney put his jacket and sunglasses on and left for work.

On the way home he stopped at a florist and bought three bouquets of flowers for the girls. 

They greeted him when he arrived and they were delighted with the flowers and they all hugged and kissed him. As they did yesterday, they took him out back for a relaxing afternoon in the Jacuzzi and then served him supper.

After supper, they all retired to the living room to relax. Brenda came over and sat crawled on his lap and put her arms around him. He immediately started to get a hard-on, which he didn’t want to be seen and was alright as long as Brenda stayed seated. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead, but she reached up and leaned over to kiss him on the lips. He responded by sticking his tongue in her mouth and they French kissed for some time, caressing and feeling each other up,

Rodney was dizzy from kissing the little girl and didn’t want to stop. They lay down on the couch and he rubbed her little stomach and she played with his dick, which was now swollen and hard and they continued kissing for a long time. 

Then he remembered, he had to call Dave about tomorrow night, so he broke off the kiss and foreplay and told Brenda,

“I have to call my friend, so he doesn’t make plans for tomorrow night.” 

“Oh yeah, I forgot.” Brenda said.

Rodney went to the phone and called Dave.

“Hi Dave, this is Rod.”

“Oh, hi Rod, what’s up?”  Dave replied.

“What are you doing tomorrow night? I have some friends I want you to meet.”

“Nothing in particular, I was going to call you and ask if you wanted to have Chinese.”

“That sounds great; we’ll meet you about six at the golden Dragon.” Rodney said, “see you there.” And he hung up the phone.

“Is he gonna come?” Brenda asked.

“Yes he will sweetheart.” 

“I’ll go tell the others,” She said, running to tell the girls the good news.

Rodney went upstairs to put on his pajamas and take his underwear off, then, he returned to the living room. Brenda was not back yet.

When she arrived, she apologized for being late, because she couldn’t make up her mind what to change into.

“You don’t have to wear anything and that would be alright with me.” Rodney said.

He was pleased, however, with her choice of garments: she wore poodle skirt from the fifties, with a bouffant petticoat beneath it, with a wide black belt around her waist and a smart little, white, short sleeved blouse and saddle oxford shoes.

“Do you like it?” She asked as she twirled, modeling the outfit.

“Cheers, I love it.” Rodney said. “Now come and sit on my lap, so we can continue where we left off.”

Brenda crawled up on his lap again, but this time, she grabbed his crotch.

“I want this, all of this in my pussy,” the little eight year old said.

“Oh, my gawd, you couldn’t be more specific if you’d put it in writing.”

She giggled.

And, he threw her over on the couch and pulled her dress and petticoat up and placed his hand right on her honey pot. 

She squealed and giggled.

He lay next to her and rubbed her pussy through the soaked nylon panties which turned him on all the more.

She reached up and opened his pajamas and felt his bulge first hand and started stroking it up and down, slowly.

She was surely talented for an eight year old and pretty beyond belief and she had a great personality.

They were satisfied with this arrangement for a while, but she wanted to get down to business, so she suggested they go lay down on the bed, which they did.

“Ok, young lady, I’m going to fuck you until you are comatose.” Rodney told the girl as they walked to the bed.

“What’s ‘comatose’? She asked, innocently.  

He smiled, and said. “You’ll see.”

They lay on the bed, side by side and she raised her dress and petticoat up he could get at her pussy  

He reached his hand to her panty waistband and pulled her panties off, and then he placed his hand over her pussy and started to play with it with his social finger. She was soaking wet, so he was able to massage her right away; going up and down and in and out for a while and she cooed approval, grabbing a hold of his rigid cock and massaging it up and down. He leaned over and kissed her tender lips and they fondled and kissed each other for a while.

Finally, she said, “Fuck me, and fuck me, please.” She begged.

His cock went petrified at those words and he straddled the eight year old and leaned over her as if taking aim. She looked up at him with hope in her eyes and he looked down at his cock which would soon be buried in that sweet little pussy.

A drop of oil appeared on the tip of his cock and grew in size as time went on and he thought, ‘when it falls on her pussy, I’ll stick my dick in her.’ Brenda’s eyes looked down to see the drop that would begin her fantasy. It grew, ever so slowly, but it was growing. They watched it and it dropped, right on her almost hidden clit. Rodney lowered his body to hers and she grabbed his cock and aimed it at her eager pussy, moving it up and down, lubricating it with the abundance of oil on her pussy and his cock.

It finally met the marks and he pushed in slightly, so he wouldn’t hurt her and he pulled out. He repeated the motions several times before advancing more. 

“Oh, fuck me Uncle Rod. Stick your rod in me.” She pleaded.

‘Oh, if he could only bend down far enough to kiss her ruby lips, I would cum right now.’ He thought.

His dick was going in the girl, ever so slowly, because he didn’t want to hurt her, even a little. They both kept trying until he went thought her hymen, at which time he stopped to let the pain go away.

“Did that hurt, sugar,” he asked.

“A little,” she said, but it wasn’t bad.

“Ok,” he said and he resumed his efforts.

He put his hands under her butt and raised her up, spreading her legs and he leaned back and pushed into her pussy with renewed force. She whimpered. In and out, in and out, he gained ground with every stroke.

“Oh,” she moaned as she had almost seventy-five percent of his cock in her cunt. “Oh…” and she took a breath as if to savor the moment.

That turned him on even more and he plunged into the girl with renewed energy. 

In and out he thrust, in even strokes and then he changed putting it in real slow and taking it out fast, and he repeated and repeated and she stated moaning loud and louder and she whipped her head right to left, back and forth, to where he couldn’t hold her any longer and he let her down to the bed and he leaned over her and thrust, in and out.

He looked at her as she writhed on the bed and his already stiff cock seemed to grow in girth as he plunged unto her and he was soon going to get to the point of no return, but he wanted her to have a nice little orgasm, so he paced himself the her moans.

When she was about ready, he sped up the pace and she started to moan and growl very loud and he persisted. Then, when she couldn’t stand it any longer, he increased the speed even more and they both reached splendid climaxes, together. They were both breathless and weak and slumped over each other and breathed deeply and went to sleep in each others arms.

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