My Lolita

by Knight of Passion

Story Codes: M/f, lolita

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Knight 
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I was in love with her right from the beginning. From the very first time I gazed into those perfect blue eyes and tasted those candy-pink lips, I knew that we belonged together. My Lolita and I.

I can still recall the sweet innocence of her naked body as I moved between her legs. She was ready for me, as hungry for my touch as I was for hers, eager to prove herself as a woman and lover. We touched and kissed and explored each other, our twin desires building to a glorious desperation.

Then, after an eternity and all at once, it was time. Gritting my teeth with the effort of containing my passion for this delicious young woman, this irresistible girl, I placed the tip of my penis against her delicate pussy. The swollen glans, glistening with droplets of semen, looked crude and bestial against her pale flesh: a contrast which intensified when her slick lips parted and the head of my prick pressed into her willing snatch, her smooth labia stretched obscenely around my thick shaft. She trembled at that first incursion, and I can still picture her expression of blossoming ecstasy as pleasure surged through her virginal body, her nerves singing out in unholy joy, her body finally fulfilling it's most sacred purpose and accepting the man she loved.

With swift, certain strokes, I plundered my nymphet's tender body. Her pink rosebud lips parted in an inaudible sigh, her eyes fixed on mine as our bodies moved together, the urgency of her passion matching my own. The wicked flush of desire which illuminated her features made me hunger for her; it made me ache for her.

Somehow, I summoned up the strength of will to deny my orgasm. With a gentle touch, I lifted her hips, allowing my questing cock better access to her sweet treasures. She gasped then, a soft sound, and her eyes closed, her breath coming hard and fast. I dared to hope that I was bringing my Lolita her first orgasm, and I redoubled my efforts, plunging my pulsing cock into her, touching the very deepest parts of her being. I gazed at her, committing every detail of her beautiful body to memory, watching her fingers clutch at the thin coverlet, watching her pink tongue press hard against her upper lip... watching my Lolita cum for me.

I could contain it no longer. A torrent of jism surged from my penis, filling my darling ingenue's quivering pussy with surge after surge of my creamy fluid, thick rivulets leaking from her as her pussy contracted again and again, milking every precious drop from my heavy balls.

Utterly spent, I leaned down and kissed her upturned lips, tasting cherries and the salty tang of her sweat. Reaching up to tease an errant strand of her away from her face, I smiled at her expression of absolute contentment.

"Was I... good?" she sighed happily, already drifting toward sleep.

I kissed her again, brushing my lips against hers. "You were the best," I whispered.

"I hope we can do it again," she murmured, surrendering herself to the sweet embrace of sleep. I kissed the tip of her nose, then touched my lips to her forehead, and leaned back.

I loved her from the beginning, you see, from the very first time. But if someone had foretold the path our relationship would take, the wondrous and amazing things my Lolita and I would do together, that I would witness her exploration of every part of her sexuality, I would have laughed in their face, dismissing such wild imaginings as impossible.

But they did happen. And I was lucky enough to be there with her.



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