

Eleanor At the Pierre, Part Two:  by Mars Bonfire (Mg, pedo, oral, rom)



I didn't so much wake up as I drifted slowly into reality.  The reality that I had fucked a seven year-old girl, eaten

her pussy, sucked on her tongue, shot my voluminous sperm-load into her tiny, tight soaking-wet pussy.  That, my friends, 

is one hell of a reality.  So what next?  What does one do when one's personal space-time contiuum has been disrupted

forever by the sexiest seven year-old girl of all time?  Apparently, we would not be going back to Kansas anytime soon.

I heard sounds coming from the bathroom, and looked up to see my pre-teen lover enter the bedroom, dressed in the tiniest

pink silk baby-doll nightie imagineable.  Her face was freshly scrubbed, her hair wet and held back by clips that looked

like hibiscus flowers. She crossed the room, sat down on the bed, took my face in her hands and kissed me.  "Hello, my

darling.  Did you have a nice snooze?" she said, only half kidding.  "I was dreaming of you, so of course it was a

nice snooze." I said languidly.  "You're just in time for a little refresment", she said, and I noticed a silver ice
                             
bucket with a bottle of Moet White Star by the bed.  She picked up two glasses, poured them, and handed one to me.

She grabbed the bottle and said "Follow me, if you can handle one more surprise tonight".  "I'm pretty sure that you

could surprise me every night for a hundred years.  I'll leave myself in your obviously capable hands", I replied.

She crossed the room back toward the bathroom, paused at the door, set down the champagne bottle and glass and swiftly

removed the nightgown, dropping it on the floor.  She picked up the bottle and glass in one hand and crooked her finger

in a come-hither gesture, the slightest smile on her beautiful face.



The bathroom was incredible, certainly the most elegant that I had ever seen.  Soothing music played softly from

invisible speakers, there were easily a hundred candles on every flat surface and surrounding the huge garden tub in

which the Jacuzzi was already steaming and bubbling.  Sonia's naked body was accentuated by the flickering candlelight.

"I've got the tub hot, but not too hot.  Your swimsuit area is all sticky.  Little boy needs big Sonia to clean

him up", she teased.  She held my hand as she stepped gingerly into the gurgling, steaming tub.  Since the tub stood 

on a raised platform, for the first time that night we were standing with our faces at the same level.  We quickly

took advantage of the situation with another of our trademark lover's kisses.  As our mouths licked, sucked and

probed one another, my fingers roamed down between us to finger her tiny little cunt.  I found her as wet or

wetter than she had been all night.  The Mighty Quinn began to rise in accordance with the stirrings in my groin.

I couldn't help it- I was hooked on this child and I couldn't get enough.  As I stepped into the tub, Sonia slowly

sat down in the bubbling water and waited for me, an expectant look on her face.



I stepped into the roiling water, hot, but not too hot, and carefully sat down.  Sonia immediately straddled my

waist, my cock bumping into her slit.  As she leaned in for a deep soul kiss my cock began to register on the Mohs

scale, so hard it was almost painful.  As we frenched, Sonia whimpered, sighed, and rubbed her wet, naked body on
 
mine.  This time it was my turn to look searchingly into her eyes, hoping for a sign.  My pre-teen angel obviously

had an agenda and I was anxious to find out what it was.  She broke our our kiss, giving me a final lick on

my lips, and said "Sit up here on the ledge, I want to show you something".  I hoisted myself up onto the ledge, my

rebar stiff cock pulsing with each beat of my heart.



Sonia crawled down between my open legs, and focused on my throbbing cock.  "It really is beautiful, you know",

said my pre-adolescent lover.  She stuck out her tiny pink tongue and swabbed it all around my hyper-sensitive cock-head.

I moaned and closed my eyes.  She sucked my cock-head just inside her lips and began to push my cock further and

further into her hot little mouth.  Unlike before, she kept pushing her head down further and further, until my cock

head bumped into the back of her throat.  She bounced her head up and down on my cock, her copious saliva dripping

from the sides of her mouth.  I felt another huge orgasm gathering momentum in my loins, but I held off, wanting 

to fill her tiny cunt with another boiling hot sperm injection.



I reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock, and pulled her towards me for another award-winning soul kiss.  As we

kissed, I received the benefit of her excess saliva, which I swallowed like a man who was dying of thirst.  The magical

pre-teen's spit tasted like the champagne that we had never gotten around to drinking.  Who needed it?  I was so high

on my adoration for this exceptional creature that alcohol would have only harshed my buzz. "Your turn", I whispered

as I eased her up onto the opposite bathtub ledge.  I spread her skinny, coltish legs and she leaned back with her

arms supporting her weight, her feet on opposite sides of the corner of the tub.  I wasted no time, adhering my

lips and tongue to her tiny vaginal opening and pomegranate seed sized clitoris.  I tried my best to jam as 

much of my thick, muscular, oily tongue into her pre-teen pussy as possible.  I then proceeded to lick her entire genital

area from pussy to taint to tight clean asshole.  She responded  fervently to the anal play, so I devoted several

moments to ass-fucking her with my pliant tongue.  Sonia started to climax, involuntarily bucking her hips in wild

gyrations.  As I concentrated once more on her pussy,  I moved with her like a bull rider, never removing my lips and 

tongue from her shivering cunt.  I was rewarded for my efforts with a sudden rush of her vaginal juices, which I lapped 

up like nectar.  She shook her head in a frenzy, moaning, pleading, growling and grunting as if her pussy was being

turned inside out.
 


Sated but ready for more, greedy Sonia slid back into the churning water as I laid back in the tub.  She slid up my

groin between my spread legs and rubbed my cock on her tight stomach in her journey up to continue our tradition

of soul-kissing as much as possible. Her face was bright pink and damp from the intense orgasms she had experienced.

Once again she straddled my waist in my semi-recumbent state, reached between her legs for my stiff cock, and brushed

it against her mini-cunt until the head slipped in.  She immediately lowered herself onto my cock, which slipped

right into her seven year-old pussy as if it were made to do exactly that.  In an instant I was hilted in her super-

tight honey pot.  She paused for a few seconds, letting her cunt adjust to my welcome intruder.  In the meantime,

her pussy clenched and unclenched my cock in time with her rapid pulse.  "That's it right there, baby.  Don't move

a muscle, let me do my thing", she said between gasps.  As I felt her heavenly ass brush my thighs, I groaned

and involuntarily thrust my hips upwards, penetrating her more deeply than before.  I looked down into the water, and

her cunt lips were stretched obscenely around my stiff cock, as she began to rock up and down.  Suddenly the uni-

verse rushed in on me, like the Big Bang in reverse, and I felt an almost imperceptible pop around my cock head.

Sonia howled and moaned as she rocked her hips left and right, trying to impale herself more completely on my gushing

cock.  Despite the heat of the water, I felt her pre-teen discharge as my cock twitched and spurted once more, 

shooting thick ropes of scalding come into the clenching muscles of her seven-year old cunt.  As we both climaxed

together, Sonia leaned forward, rubbed her erect nipples against my bristly chest and glued her open mouth to mine.

Time stood still as I verged on sensory overload of my highly stimulated pleasure zones of mouth, cock and skin.  I

almost came again from the sensation of pulling my well-used cock from her oozing cunt.  She laid her head on my

chest, put her arms around my neck, and whispered "That was the best ever."  It appeared that even my needy little

pre-teen sex machine had finally had enough for one night.  We got out of the tub, toweled each other off, and

stumbled into bed, where we passed out in each other's arms.



When I awoke, sunlight was streaming through the window of the luxurious hotel suite, and Sonia was gone.  My clothes

had been arranged on an armchair along with a brightly wrapped package and a note addressed to "Michael" in a

childish scrawl.  I got up, dressed, and opened the note.  "Dear Michael, thank you for everything, saving my life, taking

me to dinner and the fabulous sex.  I hope  you understand why we can never see each other again, except in our dreams.

Love, Sonia".  I wasn't sure how to feel, a mixture of relief and regret, but I knew that it was the truth.  I opened the 

package and found a platinum and star-sapphire ring from Tiffany with the simple inscription inside "To Michael, from

Sonia, With Love."




End of Part Two








  
  


