Mg11
Chapter One
I raised my lips from the little apricot I had been licking and sucking. The beauty of it made the muscles in my legs twitch. I was kneeling on a cushion placed beside the bed and in front of me, near the edge, were the spread legs of a little girl, her bald little cunt glistening wet with my saliva and her juices. Her puffy little pussy lips were slightly parted, and my eyes zeroed in on the soft pinkness of her schoolgirl vagina. I made my tongue as stiff as I could and slid it into a taste sensation - young girl pussy is more than special, having all the sensuality of adult pussy but with a unique lightness and sweetness that make the mind whirl. I drove my tongue into the elastic tightness of that sweet little hole, lapping its forbidden juices and loving its taut elasticity. My palms rested on her the little girls silken inner thighs, holding her open to my attention while my penis twitched and bobbed, oozing precum.
I had achieved this most miraculously delightful event by pure good fortune. A few days earlier, I had been out walking in the local park, a place of wide green fields of lawn, surrounded by trees. It was a Sunday and many were out walking. I liked walking there as I could discreetly ogle little girls and fantasise about using them sexually. It always amazed me to see parents walking their little sex bombs, apparently unaware of the sensuality of their offspring: here a mother walking her six year old blonde, in a little pink gingham dress, showing coltish thighs with skin as silken as the bob of blonde hair surrounding a pale face, from which bright, darting eyes looked about excitedly as light, motile pink lips reflected changes of childish mood; there a man with a moody ten year old in tight jeans moulding a mini-mons that simply HAD to be cupped and rubbed while I ground my erection on the tightly delineated little bubble d�rri�re to which they were pasted; or yet again two little girlies running wildly in their tight T-shirts who needed to be observed to see if little titties were just beginning to make sweet little mounds in them.
I would come back from such walks with a damp patch in my underpants and a dick that was tired by all its twitching. Once home, I would re-live my walk, putting all these wrongs to right. I would kiss those six year-old lips and taste the smooth pink, little-girl tongue of the blonde child. I would hug that 10 year old brunette, pressing her to me from behind so as to hump my man-dick against against her slender, bony back while my right hand drove down the front of her tight jeans to massage her childish, still hairless mons and finger her virgin slit. I would pull the T-shirts off the lithe young runners playing catch to expose their barely budding titties which I would then kiss and lick and suck before jerking off over them so as to see my adult sperm coat the little protuberances and make them shine as I rubbed my exhausted cock over their little nipples.
But in reality I would simply come into a Kleenex as I reviewed the glimpses of potential delight I had been fortunate enough to see that day.
That day, however, was different. That day led to an ending better than in my best wet dream. That day led to me gaining the opportunity to find myself with my tongue deep in delightful preteen pussy. �
At first, it had been just a normal walk with its usual discreet ogling. One pair of walkers caught a touch more attention: a short, bustly man gently kicking a ball to and from with a very pretty russet blonde girl of about ten. They were clearly a pair but the difference between them was striking. He was a dark-haired, hairy fellow but with a weak look, whereas she was a petite little thing, displaying a silken smooth skin of glorious cream and gold, with a magnificent mane of long, curly, reddish blonde hair that hung down to her delightfully round and pert little bum. Dressed in tight shorts, her coltish legs were medium-long and slenderly shapely. Her smooth inner thighs flashed white as she ran and made me long to kiss them. Oh, to run the tip of my tongue over those smooth expanses, to plant little kisses all the way up them until I reached the warm little folds where her thighs joined at a tiny, tight, hairless virgin pussy! She was wearing a yellow polo and I could just make out a slight swelling where her budding breasts were hidden. All in all, a pretty sight to record mentally for later enjoyment.
I wandered on around the park for another half hour or so, collecting my images for the day, and then prepared to go home. I frequently used a short cut out of the park that took me through a stretch of little thickets of assorted shrubbery. That was the route I chose that day. As I pushed through, I noticed a flash of yellow a little deeper into the shrubbery and, afforded a sudden line of sight, saw this father-daughter (?) pair in a seeming embrace. The little girl seemed to be half-pushing herself away as the man pressed his lips to her cheek and at last got his mouth onto hers. My iPhone was in my hand, so I snatched a couple of quick snaps as the little girl bore this for a few seconds and then pulled her lips away. I was profoundly excited. Dirty as my mind was, I had never had the delight of placing my lips on those of a preteen child, of inhaling the ineffable scent of an underage girl. I felt this man was luckier than me.�
Suddenly, I realised that I had been offered an opportunity.
No longer keeping quiet, I crashed through the bushes separating us.
"Well, well, well! What have here?" I said. The pair looked wide-eyed at me, too terrified to move. "Are you molesting this girl? I think I had better call the police." The little girlie shrank behind the man, holding his hand for safety.
"Wait, don't," stammered the man. "Please let me explain. It's not what you think."
The man then told me that the little girl, Sarah, was his daughter and that he had never done anything except kiss her– it was their harmless little game. They only did it from time to time and always at home when his wife was out at work. However, his wife was home in bed, sick with the flu, so they had gone for a walk and he had gotten silly as they hadn't shared a kiss for a week.
I looked at the frightened little girl. "Do you really just kiss?" I asked. She nodded.�
"Why do you kiss him?"
"Because he tells me to and it's quite nice."�
"But you know he could get into trouble?"
"Yes. But I don't see why, it doesn't hurt and it makes him happy."
"What about you?"
"I don't mind. Sometimes if he kisses me a lot, I actually quite like it."
"What else have you done with him?"
"Nothing else. We just kiss from time to time. I know it's naughty, but please don't do anything."
I looked at her dubiously. Here was this gorgeous preteen, lithe and silken-skinned, with smooth, slender shoulders, two lovely little bumps the size of half-apricots under her polo shirt, and slim legs leading to a little honey pot that I would have died to see and touch... And all her father did was KISS her! Mind you, I could understand that wish as well. She had a sweet little face, nice rounded cheeks and full lips, bright young eyes, and that head of hair! Yes, kissing her would be a delight. But so would a lot of other things.
It was clear that she was telling the rather surprising truth. I was jealous. Here was a man who had found and opened an opportunity, but was failing to use it. I, on the other hand, was a man lacking opportunities, but was not going fail to make the most of one should it present itself.
And that was the case right now!
"Right," I said. Then, tearing my lustful eyes off little Sarah, I looked at the man and said: "Okay, I've got a couple of snaps on my iPhone that could put you away for quite some time." The man's eyes darted to and fro as if looking for a way to escape. "But, you're lucky it was me talking this short cut and not someone else. If you prefer it, the two of you can come back to my place right now and we help you – and me, too – make up for wasted time. And afterwards, I'll delete the photos. What do you say?"�
I cast an enquiring look at little Sarah. "What about you? Do you fancy helping your father and yourself, too, out of this problem?"
And so it was that while the feckless kisser dithered before answering, the scrumptious little preteen said okay.
Turning to her father, she spoke: "Please Paul, let's do as he says. It's the only way."�
Paul hunched his shoulders miserably and agreed in his turn. I led them off in the direction of my house, which was only a few minutes walk away. I hung back as we went, staying a step of so behind them, enjoying the view of two lovely little thighs leading up to the sweet type of bottom that only girlies on the cusp of puberty have. Exquisitely round, tightly wrapped in her little shorts, her bum made my dick grow so hard that it felt like I could anally penetrate her straight through the cloth.
My mind reeled as I began to realise that many of my dreams were about to come true, that fortune had landed a perfect lolita in my lap. Of course there was no way I would be deleting my leverage after the forthcoming session. Given the fearfulness of this Paul character, this was leverage for years to come. I could afford to take my time.
We arrived at my house and I ushered my guests in.
"We should start with a cup of tea," I said, "and decide on how to proceed. Paul, please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sarah, would you come and help me with the tray."
Sarah followed me quietly to the kitchen next door and, indeed, helped put crockery and biscuits on a tea tray. I looked her over at every opportunity. She had tiny, fine-boned hands, slender wrists, and smooth, smooth arms. Her tiny little torso looked obscenely beautiful thanks to the delightful combination of elfin daintiness and the sweet little mounds rising under her polo shirt. I loved this look: the body of a child with added buds of womanhood to come. It was all I could do not to to maul her right away. However, as an expert in fantasy wanks, I knew that it would pay to get things right.
Getting the tea ready only took a couple of minutes and hardly a word was spoken. Carrying out this ordinary little task did, however, soften the tension a little. I caught her snatching little glances at me with bright, querying eyes. I was probably just about old enough to be her grandfather, but I am not decrepit in any way, being a normal shape for my age. My only problem was a libido that had not diminished and a lifelong, unrequited love of girls way under the age of consent. I was happiest in the imaginary company of girlies aged from eight to nearly twelve, girlies with little hairless pussies, velvety little pubic mounds, curvaceous little labia, and tight little virgin vaginas.�
"How old are you, Sarah?" I asked.�
"Ten and a half. I'll be eleven soon," she replied.�
"That's a lovely age to be," I said. "It's a pretty age and you're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."
We took the tea in to an embarrassed Paul and, having poured, milked, and sugared, I outlined my plan.
"Paul," I said, "I'd love to see you and Sarah finish the kiss I so rudely interrupted. Please." The two both blushed. So I went on: "I mean it."
I asked if they usually kissed standing or sitting down. Having elucidated that they usually did it sitting down, I got Sarah to sit down on the sofa next to her father and told them to go ahead. Looking really awkward, they began a kiss. Paul placed his hands on the charming little girl's shoulders. Sarah, turning his way, looked up at him and he lowered his lips to hers. They both closed their eyes and lingered in their pose. It seemed to me they were not even using their tongues.�
"Don't you French kiss?" I asked. Sarah looked at me blankly. Paul reddened with embarrassment.�
It appeared that Paul had really not been very advanced in his handling of his incredibly lucky situation. He had not dared to go beyond less than first base. (Now that's what I call perverse!)
I asked Sarah to join me on my sofa, which was on the other side of the tea table. Looking shy, she complied. Copying Paul, I placed my hands on her fragile shoulders and looked down. She looked up at me and I very slowly and gently lowered my lips towards her childish face until my lips touched her smooth ones. The scent of her little-girl breath exploded in my brain, sending electric charges of lust to my every fibre, particularly those of my penis, which strove desperately to rise in my jeans. I let my lips linger until I felt the tiny virgin's tension subside a little and then delicately ran my tongue over her small mouth. Breathing in that sweet scent of virgin, I gently insinuated the tip of my tongue to run it inside those schoolgirl lips. The taste of a little virgin's sweet saliva is beyond special. My mind was in a whirl of delight as I enjoyed the taste of this delicate underage girl's first proper kiss. I wanted more, I wanted everything, and I wanted it now. But my years of fantasising instructed me that it would be much, much better to take things in slow, slow steps, to enjoy dozen upon dozen of delightful little victories rather than a rampage rape.
Cupping her warm, rounded little cheek, I lingered a moment longer on her lovely lips before breaking the embrace. "That was lovely and delicious," I said. "Thank you for a very sweet kiss."
Sarah looked at me and nodded an acknowledgement. She didn't look happy, but neither did she appear sad or distressed. Her little chest rose and fell with slightly accelerated breathing as she sat demurely by my side.�
Paul had been looking on. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, he had gone very red in the face. I was not entirely happy about how this m�nage � trois might be made to work. I had initially planned to arrange activities for the three of us, to make Paul join in the fun to be had with the lovely little Sarah, but now I wasn't so sure. This was partly greed: after that first taste, I wanted to enjoy Sarah for myself, to have ALL the pleasure of her sexual initiation and perhaps get her to enjoy some of it. I could now see that Sarah was of a quiet, perhaps submissive nature. Yet Paul had failed to take the initiative when he had been free to do so. I realised that he, too, was meek and submissive. It was amazing that he had actually dared to take the tiny step of inventing his kissing game with Sarah! Realising that he would do practically anything he was told to do, I announced a new plan.
"Paul," I said, "it's making me feel shy, doing things like this. And I can see that you feel awkward, too. We're going to have to set about this another way. Therefore, what we will do is this: you will bring Sarah to me every day for an hour's 'piano lessons'. Then you will fetch her. Sarah will complete a full course of 'piano lessons' with me. A graduation day will come and then we'll do something special.
Then turning to Sarah, I said: "You agree, don't you?".�
The little girl nodded another yes, not that she really had any choice. However, I wanted this acquiescence to be openly stated.
I went on. "During the course of these lessons, you, Paul, may continue to kiss Sarah, if she so wishes, just as you used to, but absolutely no more than that. Sarah, you must not repeat with Paul anything you will be learning here until graduation. But you can tell him, if you like and if he asks. Although I'd rather you didn't. Is that understood?"
I got them both to voice agreement.�
"Shall we hold lesson one now?"
They nodded.
"Okay, Paul," I said. "Might I suggest that you go for a little walk or do some shopping of whatever. Then come back and collect Sarah in about an hour."
I didn't think my poor balls could stand much more than an hour's worth of what I had in mind.
Once again powerless Paul nodded in voiceless agreement and rose to leave. I rose after him, as did Sarah, and we walked to the door.
"Please," he said, "you won't..."
"Don't worry," I replied, "everything will be fine, nothing bad is going to happen."
Paul exited and I closed the door. Sarah looked at me with worried and slightly frightened eyes and I hastened to reassure her.
I told Sarah that there was no need to be scared. She was a sweet and lovely girl and I would not do anything to hurt her. All I was going to do was teach her how to do things that would give me a lot of pleasure - and her too if she let let them. It was going to be exciting and fun.
Had she liked the way I had kissed her?�
"It was strange," she said. "I thought it would be horrible, but it wasn't."
That was a start, at least, and I suggested we try it again. This time, I kissed her soft little cheek lingeringly, moving slowly over the child's silken skin until my lips again met hers. Murmuring that she should open her mouth a little this time, I gently slid the tip of my tongue into her warm, tiny mouth, searching for her tongue. She tasted so good. I stroked the back of her head, running my fingers through her soft long hair, pressing her face gently to mine. I licked at her smooth little tongue and felt a timid response. Soon our tongues were gently lapping at each other. Sarah's breathing came a little faster. My dick was bursting to come and a wet patch had appeared on my jeans from all the pre-cum I had leaked. Leaning away, I stroked the little girl's face, admiring her now slightly engorged lips and watching her chest heave. Her lovely little titbuds rose and fell in a way that drove me crazy.
"That was lovely," I said, and hugged her to me. Through my thin shirt, I could feel her tiny titties squashing against my chest as I stroked her skinny little back. When I released her, Sarah continued to lie against my chest, clearly a little overwhelmed. For myself, I rested against the back of the sofa, delighting in the lingering taste of this elfin little girl and luxuriating in the sensation of having a sparrow-light virgin child resting on me.�
This was the treat to beat all treats — and it had only just begun. I let my stroking hand wander further down her back until it was fully on her round little bum. I cupped one little half-moon after the other, feeling the youthful springiness of her little globes and then ran a finger lightly up and down her crack, so that I ended up cupping her beautiful little butt from below, with one finger nestled warmly near her perineum. It was beyond sexy to be able to allow my hand to rove freely over the forbidden treat of a ten-year old's bouncy little bottom.
This cuddle lasted until the doorbell rang. Paul had come to fetch her. He looked a little desperate and I trusted he would hold up. I let him in so that he could see that nothing untoward had happened. His daughter did actually look a bit tired but she also looked sated and in no way upset. He dashed to her and she went to him, but with no great rush. Sarah was a nice, calm girl.
After getting Paul to show me his driving licence, which I snapped with my iPhone so that I had his name and address, and give me his phone number, I agreed they would come the next day at three for more "piano". I had no doubt they would come. Paul was too much of a damp fuse to act otherwise. I asked Paul if Sarah ever wore skirts or dresses, and, on being told that she did, said it would be best if she wore a skirt and blouse for the next lesson.
This had been my most successful park outing ever and I hurried to my bedroom to relieve the pressure in my aching balls. I came hard and long but only wanked once, as I wanted to be very ready for the next day.�
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Chapter 2
I had been right in my conjecture. The doorbell rang promptly at the appointed time and I opened the door to a flustered-looking Paul and the truly delightful sight of a charming little schoolgirl in a lace-trimmed pink blouse and grey pleated skirt. She looked even younger than the day before, mainly because the looser blouse showed no hint of the little breastlets I knew were hidden beneath it. If asked, I would have guessed she was nine. Unlike Paul, Sarah looked calm enough, as if she really were going for a private lesson with a tutor, which in a way she was.
I told Paul that today's session would only last an hour, although in the future some might last longer. Checking our watches, we agreed on the time Paul would come back and we turned to watch him walk off with a despondent gait.
I closed the door and asked Sarah to come into the sitting room.�
"Today," I said, "will be 'body exploration day'. In other words, this will be all about touch.�
I loved stroking your sweet little head yesterday. Today, I would like to stroke and cuddle the rest of you. I promise it will feel nice."
The lovely little preteen nodded a silent yes.
"But first let's remind ourselves of yesterday. How about a little kiss to start with?" Sarah, with practically no hesitation, moved towards me. I took the sweet little body in my arms and we half reclined on the couch, where my mouth rapidly found hers. She opened her little lips to receive mine and, inhaling her sweet scent, I sent my tongue to seek hers in her youthful mouth. The kiss rapidly evolved into an energetic intermingling of tongues. Sarah gave a little pant and pressed herself to me as I drove my tongue more deeply into the wet warmth of her tiny mouth, licking her teeth and practically lapping the silky wetness of the inside of cheeks. My cock twitched and oozed as I felt her tiny little titties squishing up against my chest.
We broke for breath.
"Gosh, you are lovely," I exclaimed.
Placing my hands under her armpits, I stood Sarah up in front of me and asked to have a good look at her. And so she stood before me, her little lips still shining with moisture from our kiss. Her little pick tongue flickered before my eyes as she licked them dry.�
"Yes, truly lovely," I said. Then, matching my hand movements to my words, I told her that I really like her sweet face, her slender neck (I stroked it), her charmingly bony little shoulders (I caressed them through her blouse, her darling shoulder blades (passing my hands under her arms, I felt for them, again through her blouse).�
I went on. "And your little rib age, with a pounding heart underneath." I placed my palms on her sides. "And two really special little somethings - your sweet tiny titties." With these words I slid my hands forwards to cover and feel her two soft little mounds. At last I was feeling, albeit through a blouse, the incredible soft elasticity of a preteen's as yet unformed titties. It was bliss. Sarah made not a move, but just stood still as I pressed my palms on those innocent mini-mammaries and massaged them ever so gently. My mind and body was in a tumescent turmoil at the lovely obscenity of my actions. Here was I, a man old enough to be not her, but her father's, father, enjoying the feel of the as yet unformed breasts of a virgin child. I rubbed them with my palms, then kneaded them gently with my fingers, delineating their size and shape through her thin pink blouse. �They were little, not fully formed, cones of soft, tender flesh, warm and springy to the touch. With a fingertip, I circled around them to find the still greater softness �of her aureola and finally the tiny lump of a matchhead-sized nipple. Sarah was looking at me with widened eyes as I did this. For my part I was practically drooling and, no longer able to resist, placed my mouth over one of the tiny mounds. I blew warmth through the cloth before nuzzling the heavenly little titty.�
To my delight, Sarah at this point, began instinctively pressing her little chest forward, into my kissing lips.
It was time to move on. With my lips still pressed to one of Sarah's delightful titties, I let my hands wander lower, to her slender hips and then around and down to her taught little bum. Cupping the two little half globes through her skirt, I kneaded them with my fingers, enjoying the youthful tautness. God, what was it going to be like when I caressed them skin to skin! My dick was trying to explode out of my trousers and I was in a daze of delight.
It was time to change positions slightly. I was sitting on the sofa with the sexy little virgin standing in from of me. I now sat up a little straighter and asked Sarah to place her hands on my shoulders for support. I did not want her getting tired for this next bit of the exploration.
"I like your knees," I said as I placed my hands on the smooth little bony protuberances. Skin to skin at last! They were smooth and soft. I caressed them. My hands went round to the back of them where the skin was softer and warmer. I felt Sarah twitch and tremble a little as I began running my hands up the back of her soft, slender thighs. She leant forward a bit and the pressure of her hands increased where they rested on my shoulders as she leant more weight forwards. Now I could run my hands up and down the back of the little virgin's thighs, higher each time until I could feel the tiny crease where her gorgeous little bum began to swell out. Over and again, I swept my hands across the warm silken flesh of the underage little girl's legs until, in a final sweep, they ran up and over the top of her thighs to grasp the littles globes of her panty-covered bum. I grasped it with my fingers hovering over the crack. Sarah leant on my shoulders more heavily still. Through her panties, I slightly parted the two half globes so as to tension her little anus. Sarah gave a small shudder, although I can't say whether this was a sexual or a nervous reaction.
It was time to begin a first approach to her inner sanctum. Lowering my hands to her knees once more, I placed both of them around one leg and caressed her left lower leg. My right hand was on the inside of her leg and, as it moved up, began to feel the quite unbelievable softness of the little girl's inner thigh. It was warmer and smoother than anything I had ever imagined. My hands ran up her thigh, ever higher, to warmer parts, until my right hand was in her very crotch, with the side of my index finger pressed up against the little virgin's cuntlet, my finger curling round under the crease between the top of her thigh and her proud little bum. Oh, was it warm and soft there! I pressed up against the little cushion of her vulva, savouring the moment. At last, I was for the first time in my life feeling the real, live softness of a preteen's private parts. It was heaven. I repeated the process with her other leg so that my left hand would not feel left out. It, too, got its chance to press up against soft pussy lips and feel the warmth at the top of the inverted 'v' of the little girl's thighs. Gently, I rubbed her tiny soft mons with my thumb while my extended index finger rested with the slightest of pressures in the crack of her sweet bottom.
Sarah's look was thoughtful, but neither scared nor aroused. Her panties had been quite dry, without a hint of moisture. She remained calm and quiet and just wordlessly allowed things to proceed in pleasant silence, although she did as asked when I gave her whispered instructions. This, as it turned out, was to be the tenor of all our encounters.�
To end the session, I gathered the silent little virgin into my arms, settled her on my lap so that her little bum pressed pleasantly on my raging cock, and once again lent in for a lingering kiss, my tongue penetrating her childish lips so that I could lick inside her tiny mouth while cupping her rounded cheeks.
And that is how we found ourselves when Paul came back. I told him that 'piano' would be at the same time the next day.
Thus another day ended with me discharging shot after shot of cum into my Kleenex.
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Chapter Three
My impatience grew as the appointed time approached. I had not made any wardrobe suggestions when they left the previous day. With what I had planned, wardrobes were not going to matter.
Paul delivered his daughter on time, as I was beginning to suspect would always be the case. That day, she was dressed in the freshly washed and ironed yellow polo I had seen before. This was tucked into tight jeans so her breastlets could clearly be made out beneath the cloth. On her feet were flat shoes with socks. Sarah was the very picture of a fresh little girl. Her gorgeous hair was pinned back and flowed down her back like a living shawl, glinting in the sunlight. My cock leapt in my trousers.
We saw Paul off at the door, which I then closed. Taking little Sarah by the hand, I led her to the sitting room and sat her down. It now seemed traditional to start with a kiss, so I�
placed a hand under her chin and raised her face to mine. Placing my lips on hers, I stuck my adult tongue deep into the sweet warmth of the child, exploring every nook and cranny of her little mouth, while running my fingers through her thick, curly hair.�
"Hello there, little dear," I said. "Ready for more fun?" She nodded wordlessly. Sarah was indeed a quiet child.
I sprang my plan on her. "Today I want you to learn to be naked with me." Her eyes widened but still she said nothing. "I've turned on the gas fire to make the room nice and warm. You okay with that?" This time, she murmured a little yes.
Taking her back in my arms, I hugged her to me, pressing on her tiny shoulder blades so that her little titties were crushed against my chest. Pulling up on the yellow polo, I got it out from under the waistband of her jeans and placed my hand inside, running it over the soft warm skin of her back before moving to the front. I could feel her ribs as I caressed her side and then moved my hand slowly towards one of her barely formed preteen titties. Then my hand found the unbelievably tender softness of her child's budding breast. Warm and beyond silken skin! �Finding her tiny little nipple, I toyed with it and ran my fingertips around an aureola �that was, almost impossibly, even smoother and silkier than the little nub it topped. Sarah looked on with a serious face, neither happy not sad, but nonetheless minimally meeting my motions.
Suddenly she spoke. "Do you really like touching my breasts?" she asked.�
"Darling," I answered, "I don't like touching and stroking your breasts, I absolutely adore it!"
"But why? Lots of girls have nicer, bigger, rounder breasts. Mine are funny-looking and very small."
"That's exactly what make them so wonderful – at least to a person like me, someone who finds little girls sexy and exciting. Your father likes young girls, too. That's why he started kissing you on the lips."
I went on. "As for me, I see what others maybe don't. We all prefer fresh young peas and other veg, we all find lamb nicer than mutton, so I think it's only logical to prefer sweet new titties (I like that word), to larger older ones. Don't you think that's a fair argument?"
She nodded a yes, passably convinced by my glib logic.
"And that's why I would now like to see those little breasts of yours that you know I think are totally lovely. Show them to me. I do so want to see them."
With that, I reached for the bottom of her polo and began to lift it. First a lovely little flat stomach came into view and I nuzzled my nose into her neat and tidy belly button as I kissed it. Pulling the garment up still further, the rise of her little titties came into view. I restrained myself from panting with lust. My cock dribbled pre-cum as the aureolas came into view. No longer able to hold myself back, I pressed my lips to the darling little mounds, experiencing their sweet softness. Then I showered them one after the other with little kisses from the spot where they began to rise from the darling preteen's narrow chest up to the sweet pink aureolas and nipples topping them. Sarah's nipples were particularly delightful, being the size of a rounded grain of wheat and a delicate shade of pink. I pinched them between my lips and they became engorged. The sight of those little cones with risen nipples was particularly endearing. Opening my mouth, I was easily able to engulf the whole titty so that my tongue could circle the little nipple while my lips could feel the ribs beneath the skin of Sarah's chest.
The little girl's breathing was quickening slightly. Time to press on. With a virgin titty still in my mouth, I felt with my hands for the button at the front of Sarah's jeans, twisted it open, and pulled down her zipper.
When I began the downward tug, I let my current breastlet out of my mouth with a plop and kneeled down in front of her to view the disrobing of the main prize. Pulling her jeans and panties down together slowly, I witnessed the appearance of the top of her mons, smooth as a baby's �bottom, a soft rise leading to more below. The jeans came down further and I caught sight of the dimple at the top of her slit. The soft pink skin was softened further still by the finest peach fuzz. I paused to kiss the dimple and then went on. Her slit was becoming even more visible. Smooth rounded lips met gently, hiding all the wonders within. Sarah's little cunt was perfect – utterly virginal, a soft mound as smooth and inviting as a pale white apricot. �I planted my lips on it and inhaled the perfect scent of young girl, a mix of pleasantly perfume fm soap, talcum powder, and sex, sex, sex. I inhaled the cocktail while my lips roved over the little mons, mushing her little labia as they crossed from side to side, each time releasing more little girl fragrance.
Sarah stood patiently all the while, and sometimes ever pushed forward a bit to increase the pressure. Cupping her little butt in my hands, I pulled her hips forward in order to give the glorious little cunt a last kiss for now. Looking up, I told Sarah I had to see inside it. And that for that we needed to change positions.
I rose and, having helped her step out of her jeans and little white panties, guided her to an armchair. I sat her down on it before going on my knees before her. Little Sarah sat with her legs closed, so I leant forward, placed �my hands on her exposed darling breastlets, and, leaning my head down between my arms, kissed up and down her thighs. Tearing my hands away from their beauty spot, I placed one on each thigh and slowly parted them until the Sarah's little bald cunt was totally exposed. I looked and admired, my eyes caressing it from the top of her mons, past the dimple at the top of her slit, down to the still hidden entrance to her virgin hole.
Using my fingers once again, I caressed and palpated her little apricot pussy, enjoying the softness. Then, with one finger on each side of her labia, I parted them slowly. Sweet pink membranes came into view. A little below her dimple, I became the first ever to see for enjoyment the whitish little hood of her childish clitoris, the shining pink of her inner labia, and lower still the darker oval of the entrance to her narrow vaginal tunnel. I held her like that for a few moments to allow the sight to sink into my mind and then released my hold, whereupon her labia promptly closed. I ran my finger lightly up and down her silk-smooth slit, first from top to bottom and then the other way. Sarah was still dry. I placed the cushion of my fingertip just over the entrance to her vagina and pressed gently, slightly parting her labia, then drew it up, along her slit. At this, Sarah emitted the smallest of sighs and shifted her hips slightly forward. My ministrations were having some effect, after all. But Sarah was still dry, so I licked my first taste of her nectar off my finger, leaving it wet with saliva for another pass, this time up just inside her slit. I stopped at her clitoris, where I increase my inward pressure a little and began rubbing my finger to and fro. This earned me another little sigh from Sarah.
Now to taste her. Leaning forward so that I was between Sarah's knees, I lifted her legs,onto my shoulders, so that her thighs were about my ears, and placed my mouth on the lovely mound. It was so small I could cover it entirely and I munched it up with my lips, inhaling its little girl scent of soft spice and soap. I heard a sudden exhalation from Sarah, who pushed her sweet little cunt up at me, encouraging me to take more of it in. My little schoolgirl was suddenly, and at last, discovering sexual sensations. I munched my lips over her mound once again and nuzzled at it. Then I ran my tongue along her tight little slit, inserting the tip just inside. Sarah squeezed her thighs against my face. She tasted delicious. My tongue found her tiny clit. With the very tip of it, I flicked to and fro over the sensitive little spot. Sarah emitted a gentle whoosh and jerked her little hips. She was ready for more. Pushing my tongue deeply into the little pre-teen's pussy, I lapped wetly up and down that most private and forbidden of places, lathering her little clit at the top of my run, then back down to the tight little entrance to her virgin vagina. The little girl was definitely making juices now and delighted me by humping her little cunt back at me as I continued my delightful task. I was having the privilege of being the first to bring forth the juices of an underage virgin, the first to make a little girl experience sexual arousal, the first to use her little titties and tiny cunt for the purpose of pleasure. I lapped and lapped, munching her little mound into my mouth, slurping at the tiny cunt, lip-nibbling her little clit and lathering the entrance to her tight little vagina with my tongue. Her taste was out of this world and I could have gone one forever.�
I had lost track of time, but the end of our day's session was surely coming soon. And I wanted Sarah to be calm and rested when her father came for her. I tore myself away from the darling cunt and knelt back. For a last delight, I used my thumbs to spread little Sarah's pussy lips as wide as possible and gazed at the wet pinkness within. The little clit now stood firm, tiny as it was, and stretching her out a little lower, I made the opening to her tight little passage open in a small 'o'. I planted a lingering but short kiss on this, flicked at it with my tongue, and drew back. Then I roiled my tongue all over her little clitoris, alternating between this and pinching it with my lips until little Sarah suddenly made a quiet whooshing sound and her body trembled. She had experienced a climax of sorts! With a final nuzzling kiss, I let go of my thumbs and the view to the little schoolgirl's inner delights closed, her sweet little apricot mound back in view.
I stepped away and brought back a warm face cloth. After wiping little Sarah clean and drying her, I helped her back into her clothes, taking a last opportunity for the day to stroke her where it mattered most – her inner thighs, her vulva, and her totally charming breastlets.
Restored to the appearance of a neat, tidy (and sexy, for those with the eyes to see it) junior schoolgirl, I poured her a glass of lemonade, spiked with a tiny amount of gin as a restorative.
"Today was wonderful for me," I said. "Thank you for being so good."
The little girl looked bemused and puzzled. "That felt very odd, but also nice. You were kissing and licking my peepee! That should have been icky, but instead of being disgusting, it was actually very nice and I liked it. It made me feel very odd, and I wanted you to do it more and more. Was that very bad of me?"
"Some people would say it was very bad of me," I replied. "Grown-ups aren't supposed to do things like that with little girls. But I say that if the little girl doesn't mind, and even likes it, then why not? I absolutely loved doing what I did with you."
I would have liked to talk more with Sarah but just then the doorbell rang and I had to hand my underage lover back to her feckless, flustered and frustrated father. I told him that our tutoring session would be an hour and half long next time, rather than just an hour, and we agreed they would come that much earlier to accommodate. It was fascinating how the fear and shame Sarah's father felt was translated into such subservience. But that was all the better for me.
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Chapter Four
My little lover and sex toy was delivered at the appointed time the next day. It was going to be a big day for me and for her. I had got the bedroom ready with fresh sheets and plumped pillows, amongst other things, with the fire on so it was nice and warm there.
Once Paul had left, I welcomed Sarah and explained we would be having a change of venue.
"Come and see the bedroom, where we will be today."�
"Will we doing more like yesterday?" Sarah asked with a blushing smile.
"Certainly," I said. "More and better still. Yesterday, it was just you naked. Today, it will be both of us. Shall we get started?"
"First, take your clothes off for me while I sit on the bed."
Without so much as a blush – the girl was still very innocent – little Sarah stripped off her clothes and stood stark naked in front of me. I gazed with admiration and lust at her slender form. Luxuriant hair framed her pretty face, her little breastlets perked out sweetly from her narrow chest, and her little mons nestled beautifully at the top of her slender thighs. My guts churned with lust and delight.
Gesturing for her to come forward, I gathered the little virgin into my arms and gently drove my tongue deep into her warm little mouth as I caressed her naked body, stroking her hair and feeling her bony little shoulders, her lovely warm titties with their tiny nips, the soft globes of her bum which I pulled apart gently to flex her tight little rosebud.�
Then I ran my finger up and down her little slit and said "Now it's your turn to sit and watch."
Taking my shirt off as I rose from the bed, I stood before the seated preteen and set my hands on my belt. Sarah's bright eyes glanced down at my bulging trousers. I dropped them and stepped out of them, to be left standing in just my tenting jockeys with a damp patch of pre-cum in front. Like Sarah, I did not do a striptease. I was simply taking my clothes off. With my jockeys off, my cock stuck out in front of me. Sarah looked on with widened eyes.
"So here I am naked," I said. "Let me introduce you to my peepee, which is what gives me lovely feelings just like yours does."
Sarah looked a little frightened. I gesture to her to stand and wrapped my arms around her, pressing her to me. My delighted penis found itself pressed against the warmth of the preteen's narrow chest. It jerked involuntarily and I felt pre-cum oozing. In fact, it was all in could do not to cum on the spot! Sarah looked startled and I calmed her.
"Don't worry. That's what it does when it's excited." I leant down and kissed her gently on the lips while keeping her in my warm hug.�
Breaking the embrace, I guided her toward the bed and we sat down on it. Scooting across, I lay down and helped her towards me. I was lying on my back and my erect dick stood proud and waggled. Taking one of Sarah's hands, I guided towards my erection and asked her to hold it still for me. With a little hesitation, Sarah moved her tiny towards my rampant dick and wrapped her little fingers around it. It was utter bliss to feel those cool, slender and delicate child's fingers on my throbbing man dick. The contrast between her virginal youth and the hard sex that was getting under way was profoundly exciting.
I wanted to reach obscene heights of delight and this was a good start. I reclined onto my back, after which I asked Sarah to move and sit at the top of my thighs, with one leg on either side of me. When she had complied, I pulled her up a bit, closer to me and my dick. The sight of her tiny pussy when her legs were parted in that way was truly wonderful. The hairless little mound was presented in all its glory and her labia were stretched slightly open. I reached up and caressed her breastlets which stuck out particularly proudly in that position. Squeezing them in my fingers, I teased up to her aureolas, which I circled with my fingertips, then rubbed her tiny nipples as I let my gaze wander over her lovely childish body. There was something supremely sexy about the sight of a childlike frame with newly-formed titties, seated legs apart so that the its bald, little girl pussy was spread and slightly open.
Placing my hands on little Sarah's hips, I pulled her towards me and until I felt the lips of her her tiny, sweet cunt slide onto the bottom of my shaft. Looking down, I feasted my eyes on bald pussy with lips spread flatly out, with my dick kissed by her nether lips. I pulled her face down to mine so as to kiss her mouth and humped at her pussy. Sarah gave a little whinny and humped timidly back. This was beautiful but it was bringing me too close to a climax. I rolled the little preteen off me.
Scooting up the bed a bit, I lay on my side and nudged the nearest titty with my glans. This was all the more beautifully obscene because they were about the same size. Sarah's nipple glinted with my pre-cum which was dribbling out in practically a constant stream. My balls ached to burst but I was not going to let than happen just yet.
I had still not fully decided how my first climax with Sarah should take place. Was it to be plunged into her darling little mouth, which I could fill with my adult sperm, sparing a splatter or two for her face? Or was it be right up inside her, after I had pushed through her hymen and up her tight little love tunnel.
The latter would be harder to arrange, but in the end, and as a traditionalist, I thought this would be the most memorable.
So I spent the remainder of our session cuddling my underage sweetheart. I wanted her to get used to – and learn to love – intimate caresses. Spooning with her, I settled my erection against her back and stroked down her front. I squeezed and stroked her delightful little titties, pressing on them with palms to enjoy their wonderful warmth and springiness. I tweaked the tiny nipples and pulled gently on them. She wriggled, snuggling her baby butt back at me; this made my dick rub against her back, sending electric sensations through my whole body. I stroked up her inner thighs, all the way to the softness of her preteen pussy which I rubbed each time with the side of my hand. It was soft and inviting. I cupped it with one hand and began to masturbate her. I rubbed the downy pussy lips, then ran a finger between them. Finder her miniature clitoris I pressed and wriggled my finger on it. The little darling sighed and wriggled back. Sarah's clitoris was a little dry, so I put my finger in my mouth, licked off the tempting taste of virgin pussy, and returned my saliva-wetted finger to her little clit and set to again, passing my fingertip over and over and round and round the little spot of delight. Sarah humped gently back in response, her breathing becoming more ragged and her reactions stronger.
I slid my finger down her slit until its tip was over the entrance to her vagina. Now my thumb-tip was on her clit and my finger on the virgin schoolgirl's little opening. It was warmer there, and wetter. She was making lubrication. It was time to explore. Ever so gently, I curled my fingertip and penetrated the little tunnel that had never yet been visited. It was hot, smooth, and oh-so-tight. Slowly, I slid the whole of my first phalange into her.
My dream of decades was coming true. I was intimately exploring the delightful body of a preteen child, initiating her to the pleasures of pedophile sex. (From Sarah's point of view, this would of course be gerontophile sex!). Either way, it was pure magic. Her smooth warm cunt walls gripped my finger tip, and I began to move it slowly in and out, all the while rubbing her little clit with my thumb. I loved the clinging suction of her pussy walls on the out-stroke and loved the slithery tightness of the penetration in-stroke. Sarah panted softly until she had a little trembling cum, another sub-climax like the one I had called forth with my cunnilingus of the previous day. I was over the moon with delight. My pre-cum oozed and my balls ached delightfully with lust.
It was time for Sarah to rest a little. I rolled us over so that we facing each other and kissed her softly rounded, childish cheeks. Sarah murmured "That was nice, too." I could not have asked for a better compliment! I slipped my erection between her thighs, right at the top of her legs so that her nether pussy lips were in contact with my shaft. My glans stuck out the other side, just under her lovely bottom. Looking over her shoulder, I enjoyed the obscene sight of a reddened, oozing glans throbbing just below the child's bottom.
I asked Sarah to bring some spittle up to lips and drank it off them as I ran my hands through her long hair.�
"Show me your tongue," I requested. "Stick it out as far as you can." She did so. Sarah's tongue was smooth and fine-grained as only a child's can be, a delicate shade of pink and oh-so-delicious-looking. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it, nearly swooning at the delectable taste. I hugged the little girl to me, pressing her closer with my hands on her little round bottom.
This I massaged, making her hips move so that her little hairless cunt rubbed on my dick, which was still between her legs. Soon I was parting the two little half-moons to open her little rosebud to the air and tension it. Sarah nuzzled her face into my neck and let me go on and on, enjoying the springiness of her smooth little butt. I had placed an open pot of Vaseline by the bed for such an occasion and it had now come. Dipping my index finger into it, I gather a small dollop of the grease and positioned my fingertip right on her rosebud, which I rubbed in little circles. Sarah gave a little jerk in surprise. I soothed her with a caress of her hair and back, then pressed a little harder. The tight muscles of the miniature anus parted and I worked my fingertip in the pre-teens sweet arsehole. Her sphincter was terribly tight and gripped my finger like a soft vice. This was hot! I rolled over onto my back, pulling her with me so that she was liying on my stomach, her little ass in the air, with my finger still inside her. I decided to take things further. The little anus gripped me even more tightly as the first joint on my finger passed through it and drove deeper into her gut. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, and emitted little oh's of surprise. Unable to resist, I pushed on slowly and gently until the second joint of my finger was past her tight sphincter.
"Ow,ow, ow!", said Sarah quietly. Two tears formed at the corners of her eyes, which I kissed, saying "That's all, it's in, no more to worry about. Be a brave." After that, my finger slid easily enough, although still tightly gripped by the little girl's never-stretched muscle until I was all the way into her right up to my knuckle. I had a finger hotly and tightly all the way up a pre-teen's little anal passage, my knuckles pressed against the cushion of a little girl's arse! It was heaven as I waggled my finger in the smoothness of her colon and pumped it in and out a half inch or so while Sarah gradually relaxed. What a victory! I was taking the anal virginity of a eleven-year old schoolgirl!�
I enjoyed my sensations for a few moments more. With my finger ensconced deep inside her, I hugged, kissed and caressed the little darling whose little titties were pressed against my lower chest. Slowly, I withdrew my finger, feeling her little anus first tug at, then suddenly release, each joint as it passed through the sphincter and then out further, pulling her little anus outwards as it went.
I badly wanted to cum, and wondered if I should rub myself to an ejaculation in the crack of the little arse I had just violated with such pleasure. It was a terrible temptation, but I really wanted my first ejaculation with little Sarah to be deep inside her, the first time I penetrated her. With an immense effort of will, I decided to keep to my course.
I drew away from her.
"Are you all right?" I �asked. Sarah looked a little bit off after all that had happened.
"I don't know," she replied. "Although it didn't really hurt, except for a moment, it was very odd."
"I know," I said. "That must have felt strange, but you will grow to like it. Still, it's all over now. Let's get you ready to go."
Little Sarah then said something that made me really happy.�
"Befor we do that, could you do to me what you did yesterday. Kiss my peepee to make it feel nice."
I didn't have to be asked twice. Positioning a small pillow beneath her bottom to improve access, I spread her little legs and began showering the peach fuzz of her mons with little kisses. Slipping my tongue between her labia, I lapped at the button of her clitoris, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I slurped down to lick around and in the entrance to her vagina, tasting the juices she began to produce. Finally, I mashed my tongue down on her tiny clit and roiled it like before until I felt the young child shudder with a little spasm and sigh. I had given her another mini orgasm.
After a few moments, she said "Alright, I'm ready to go know."�
So I tidied her up with wet wipes and towels, and got us dressed again. We were sitting on the sofa demurely and calmly drinking lemonade when her father came to fetch her. I asked Paul to bring her dressed in her school uniform for her visit the next day and told him he should plan on a double session that would last 2-2� hours. I saw a question arise in his eyes but he did not get up the courage to voice it. I offered no explanation, but Sarah was standing with him and she didn't voice any objection.
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Chapter Five
I was on tenterhooks when her father brought Sarah the next day. This, as the reader will have guessed, was going to be THE day, the day when I would take the sweet little preteen's maidenhead. I am sure the father and daughter couple realised this too. All the more so since I was not dressed as usual in teacherly clothes but was instead garbed in a dressing gown. (They were not to know that I was quite naked beneath it.
As usual, we parted with Paul at the front door and he shuffled off. Closing it, I turned to admire the sweet little schoolgirl in her white blouse, tartan skirt, white knee socks and flat black shoes. It was exhilarating to think that for the last few days I had been caressing and probing the beautiful little body of so innocent-looking a child, that I had personally sucked on the tiny titties she was developing and thrust my tongue into the tiny bald twat of this junior school miss. It was even more delightfully amazing that I had also actually driven a finger into the pink little rosebud anus of this clean and prim child and felt her tight sphincter squeeze down on it as I rotated it inside her.
Now I was going to take her virginity. The thought was as obscene as it was romantic. I was now fond of this quiet and sweetly compliant child. But I was also deeply in love and lust with her gorgeous miniature body, her sweet little apricot of a pussy, and her white springy minitits with their deliciously tiny nipples.�
"Today we are going to have some serious fun," I said. "Today will be special. And I'm sure you will like it."
I took Sarah by one hand and led her straight to the bedroom, stroking, as we went, her long, soft, curly russet hair that fell down her back.
I sat down on the bed and stood the little girl before me. I stroked her sweet cheeks and then stuck a finger into her mouth, asking her to suck it like she would a lollipop. She proceeded to do so and I enjoyed seeing her little cheeks puff in and out. Sarah also ran her tongue over and around my finger and this sent little shivers through me. How did she know to do that? I was impressed.
When I withdrew my finger from her little mouth, it came out with a little plop. She seemed to be doing just naturally sexy things! Or maybe, in my state of arousal and anticipation, just about anything she did would have me reeling at the sexiness of it.
Time for so something truly sexy. I ran my hands up her little thighs under her skirt and found the top of her panties. I pulled them down past her knees and extricated her legs from them, using the opportunity to take off her white knee socks and shoes at the same time. Sarah was now standing with just a skirt between me and her little bald pussy. With my hands still under her skirt, I grasped her private parts between thumb and forefinger in such a way that my thumbs could play over her little mons and pussy lips while my forefinger nestled in the crack of her little round bum with the fingertip right on her rosebud. This I pressed against her tight childish anus while my thumb roiled the soft down-covered flesh of her beautiful little cunt, from time to time sliding into her crack to press down and excite her tiny, sweet clit. Sarah rocked to and fro as I did this, so it seemed this was giving her pleasure. Her soft lips parted and she panted a little as she first rocked forward to increase the pressure on her clit, and then back again to increase the pressure of my finger on her super tight arsehole.�
With my other hand, I flung open my dressing gown to expose my raging cock. Sarah looked at it with widened eyes. It stood hard as rock, with a pearl of pre-cum bubbling in its little eye.
"Undo your blouse so I can see your titties," I demanded. Sarah quickly unbuttoned her blouse to and pulled it back to expose her glorious mini-mammaries.�
"Press a titty to my lips." Sarah had to contort a bit to get one of her tiny breasts near my mouth. I latched on to it and practically inhaled it whole. The strange position she was forced to take made my finger penetrate deeper into her arsehole and I felt her sphincter grip it.
This would be too awkward to manage for long so I pulled the little girl onto the bed with me. My hands roved over the slender little body next to me, enjoying the delights not just of her sex organs, but also the delightful softness of the rest of her. I licked her armpits. They were nearly as smooth as her pussy but slightly salty. I kissed her lips, then licked under her upper lip, running my tongue over her teeth. Moving down, I kissed her taut, flat little tummy before kissing the dimple at the top of her slit and flicking a tongue tip over her clit.
Sarah was panting gently by now. Spreading her legs, I planted little kisses, with alternating tongue licks, up from her knee to the folds of her crotch, nuzzling my nose into the sweet-scented goal of my endeavours.
Finally, I placed my wide open mouth over the whole of her mons and sucked on it. I ran my tongue over and over the sweet little apricot. Sarah gasped and humped up at me. Lifting my head for a moment, I parted her darling cunt lips with my thumbs so that her vaginal tunnel �presented an open "o" to me. I made my tongue stiff and drove it into the "o". It hardly penetrated the tightness, I slavered over and around it, savouring the taste of her virginal juices.
I couldn't wait any longer. I was going to have her.
Scooting up while at the same time grasping her by the hips, I positioned my rampant cock on the little virgin's slit and pushed it into the crack with my fingers. Her pussy lips were pushed to each side as if to partially kiss it. Now, I ground it up and down her slit, gathering lust and lubricant. Little Sarah was shuddering. I was in a haze of trembling passion. My cock looked gigantic on the tiny pussy it was rubbing. Grasping the shaft in one hand, I ran the glans down her slit, giving an extra press as it reached her little clit, the hardness of which the sensitive head of my cock actually felt, then down further where it lodged at the entrance to her virginal love tunnel.�
I edged it forward. Sarah's pussy lips, and indeed her whole mons, swelled around it. I was driven now and barely in control. I edged forward some more and the little pussy stretched still further. The head of my cock was nowhere near in! I pushed a little harder and felt pussy walls tight on me. Could I get something so relatively big into so small an opening? Grasping Sarah's hips I pulled her onto me as I shoved forward and the head of my cock was suddenly inside the terrifyingly and obscenely distended little vulva. The heat and tightness was beyond belief. Sarah cried out, more in surprise than in pain, her mouth forming an "O".
I let my glans settle in the entrance to little Sarah's tiny cunt, which stretched slowly to accommodate its outsize intruder. Sarah was gulping "Oh,oh,oh!" with her little mouth open. I leant down to kiss it, inhaling the last sweat breaths of a true child virgin. And then I did the deed: with one hard shove, I broke through Sarah's hymen. Her cry this time was one of pain and tears formed in her eyes. I quickly proceeded, ramming the rest of my cock up and up into her tight, tight, love tunnel until my pubis knocked against hers.�
I paused to savour the victory and also to give Sarah time to recover. Deep Inside her, my cock twitched and oozed as her tight vaginal walls slowly relaxed and and stretched, gripping my cock more tightly, warmly and delightfully than I had ever imagined. The blissful sensation was redoubled by the sight of myself holding this frail child's body to my rather larger one, by the knowledge that my fully erect adult dick was deep in preteen pussy, that it had opened the way to this forbidden pleasure, and that it was now going to enjoy itself to the full.
After a few moments, I pulled back an inch or so, enjoying the out-of-this-world sensuality of the grip her little cunt had on my cock, and drove it back in. Another pause. I kissed away little Sarah's tears and repeated my actions. It was actually hard to pull back out: the tightness of the little schoolgirl's freshly deflowered vagina was such that it seemed to want to suck my cock back in. My movements did, however, spread more lubrication in the warm, dark hole, so the next time I withdrew my dick a couple of inches or more before sliding it smoothly back in. The little girl was impaled on my man-size dick, her pussy stretched and bulging obscenely around the pole buried to the hilt in her little love tunnel. Yet such is a the elasticity of a young body that she was clearly no longer in pain.�
I did this again, and this time the little dear even humped back at me a tiny bit as I pushed back into her hot depths. The little girl and I were now fucking together. I clasped my little Sarah tightly to me and withdrew the full length of my penis from her vagina, back out across the threshold of her broken hymen so that only the head of my cock was inside her, the little labia just gripping the glans. I made a deep stroke, feeling the muscles of her tiny cunt grip and engulf its oversize invader. Once I did it. Twice. On the third stroke, the pleasure was so intense that my cum burst out of me. I shuddered and rammed, rammed, rammed my man-dick deep, deep into her as spurt after spurt of sperm filled Sarah's immature womb in the most massive orgasm I had ever had in my life. I collapsed onto the little girl and, gripping her little bum in both hands, jerked and ground her little pubis to mine so as to be cumming as deeply as possible inside the former virgin's love tunnel.
"Thank you," I said, "Thank you." Still gripping her bum to me so as to remain buried deep inside sweet schoolgirl cunt, I showered kisses on her small face, and rubbed her little tits. Like the aftershocks of an earthquake, my cock twitched as it emitted some weaker spurts. In the tightness of the little preteen's vagina, it took a long time to detumesce and I held her closely to me the while. I would have loved to stay inside her forever; in fact, I wouldn't have minded dying right then, balls deep in tight, tiny pussy. A great peace came upon me: years of forbidden desires had been granted. I had just fucked an underage girl. Fucked a sexy schoolgirl hard and long. Fucked for all my life was worth. And my dick was still inside the tiny body that had given me so much pleasure.
However, the little girl had not come – the procedure had been too shocking and painful for her. The pleasure had been all mine and I needed to do something about that. Slowly, so as to enjoy every last moment, I pulled my semi-erect dick out of its hiding place, sliding out of cunt walls slick with sperm and little girl juices. Sperm streaked with blood dribbled out of Sarah's little cunt when I withdrew the head from her with a little plop. Taking the softening shaft in my hand, I placed the glans at the entrance to her vagina and manually ran it up and down her slit, watching as it parted the swollen lips of the little bald cuntlet, lathering them with with the remaining sperm and roiling her little clit. Sarah panted and humped back as I did this again and again, faster and faster, until finally I was just running the head of my cock over her sperm-slickened clit as she humped at it. She came with a cry, shuddering and jerking against my member.
Now the deed was fully done. Only then did I roll us onto our sides, facing each other. Placing my lips on her smaller ones, I kissed and inhaled her shortened breaths as her orgasm subsided. Finally, I gathered the wonderful little girl into my arms and pulled the covers over us. After this monumental event in both our lives, we rested.
We had about half an hour's recovery time before Paul was due to collect little Sarah. We spent most of this cuddling gently and I then had to get us tidied up, dressed and ready in a bit of a rush. I would have liked to keep the little girl for longer but there was nothing to be done about it. Accordingly, Paul collected his exhausted and somewhat overwhelmed daughter at the agreed time. I told him a similar lesson would be needed the next day – if Sarah felt up to it. To my great pleasure, Sarah piped up "Yes, please" and the matter was agreed.