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I'm not usually one for teens as I find that girls from nine to twelve years of age make for the best sexual experience, but this one was just thirteen and I had to make an exception.
I first caught sight of her at a field sports event and nearly came in my pants on the spot. Womanly curves but in miniature, firm and jutting tits the size of smallish apples, a bouncy bum just ripe and begging for buggery, rippling slender thighs, skin that shone with youth, and the face of a Madonna: bright, almond eyes, a sweet nose, and cherry lips with a touch of fullness, the whole framed by light brunette wavy hair.
She did everything with the self-assured ease that accompanies knowledge of one's beauty: kissing and hugging girlfriends, bestowing smiles and light shoulder touches on boys, pirouetting between groups in the knowledge that there were always some admiring eyes on her.
Mine were too.
I resettled my dick in my pants with a small groan and began planning. Kidnapping is not easy. But neither is it that difficult if planned and carried out right. Two weeks later she was mine. Yes, she was mine, in my luxury hide located high in the XXX hills.
This special ranch of mine presented as a luxury dwelling with every comfort. Set high on one of the hills, the views were magnificent (the escape-proof fencing was well camouflaged so as not to spoil the residents' enjoyment of them), the rooms cosy and comfortable, a lovely entertainment room that was nearly a home cinema (but no TV), gardens and a heated pool outside...
The ranch had one special extra, however - a basement dungeon that I called "the frightener". This was a dingy dark and cold basement, filled with strange metal implements of threatening appearance (most of them quite useless) and a couple of fake skeletons that could pass for real in the dim light.
Everything was ready for her awakening. My beauty was sleeping, fully clothed in what she had been wearing when taken, in one of the bedrooms. A note was placed beside her bed to say that she should come downstairs for information once she was up and ready.
I waited, not feeling any impatience. This was going to be a nice, long summer project.
Eventually, I heard the sound of hesitant steps on the stairs and the young beauty stepped in.
"Where am I? What am I doing here?" she asked in panicky tones.
I replied calmly. "Come in, sit down, and I will explain."
The young girl looked wildly around the room, dashed to the window and looked out, searching for an exit (not immediately evident).
I watched her quietly, enjoying the sight of her long legs in tight jeans and her lovely pert breasts sharply etched out under her tight T-shirt.
"Please just sit down and I will tell you."
She took a seat at a medium (safe) distance from me and said that she demanded an explanation.
And she got it. I told her that she was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a long way from anywhere and quite unfindable, that escape was hardly possible, and that she would be afforded every comfort during her stay so long as she behaved. The price of her release was free access to her whole body for a week of sucking and fucking in any way I chose. She had one month in which to agree to this or else she would be transferred to less comfortable quarters which she was welcome to inspect any time she chose as they were down the stairs though the door I indicated. That basically was it.
As I spoke, I saw a whole range of emotional reactions on the young girl's face: shock, horror, fear, disgust, amazement, shock again... At the end, she was left speechless.
"As you can see," I said, "there is plenty of time. “You have a month in which to make up your mind, so there is no rush. Take your time. Think things over, ask any question you want."
I sat back and looked at the astounded young teen, faced with something beyond her wildest imaginings. The stunned young girl in fact did precisely the right thing: she rushed back to her room, closing the door, and presumably threw herself down on her bed, where she yelled and screamed and bawled. That at least I could hear. I left her to it. Much of the fun was in the length of this project.
The girl spent two days in her room until hunger drew her out. (She had water from the faucet).�
"You must be starving,” I said, when she made her appearance at mid-morning on the second day. "There's no reason not to eat or talk to me just because of this strange thing you've fallen into. Do you like bacon and eggs?"
She nodded, and I soon had some going. There's nothing like the smell of frying bacon to whet an appetite. I heated some baked beans as well and also put a glass of cold orange juice on the table.
The little girl ate ravenously then looked at me with furious eyes.
"You're horrible and disgusting and wicked and old! I won't do what you say! The police will be looking for me and you'll be arrested and sent to prison!"
I smiled. "Maybe. Maybe not. Which is more likely. They'll need to find us first and that's highly unlikely." My calm assurance was a real downer for the girl and she rushed back to her room.
It took another two days for her to come out. Throughout this time, she had never taken her clothes off or even washed, presumably for fear that I would rush in and rape her. She must have gradually realised that this was not going to be the case, because, the next time she came down, looking really quite dishevelled, she asked about clothes.
I told her I was glad she'd asked at last. There were fresh clothes in the room next door. Why didn't she wash and make herself presentable? Just because this was happening, there was no reason not to be comfortable and enjoy the facilities - the pool, the home cinema, food. She still had plenty of time to make up her mind about things. Oh, and by the way, there was also a swimsuit if she wanted to use the pool in the lovely weather. She should find that the size was right.
"You're evil!" she said. But her words had less force than previously and I felt that she was beginning to wear down. Time is the great appeaser and, after all, there's not much one can do when faced with seeming inevitability. Being fucked is not the end of the world really, even for an underage young teen who had to know what's what.
I had put out some nice clothes designed to heighten my enjoyment. A pair of skimpy white shorts, a near transparent blouse, a similarly flimsy A-cup low-cut underwired bra and some designer sandals. Ideal poolside wear. The swimsuit might surprise her: it was a white one-piece I had chosen because it went amazingly transparent when wet, although this was not apparent while it was dry.
The girl left the room. (We hadn't yet formally introduced ourselves, so no names as yet.) For my part, I went to put on my trunks and made my way to the pool, had a quick swim, and lay down on a lounger to see what would happen next.
I got a semi hard-on each time I looked at this girl. She was such a lovely thing, long-limbed and lithe, a gorgeous flat teen tum, an ass to die for, titties so pert they ought to be forbidden, and a doll-like face with nice pink lips that were neither too slutty nor too demure. She was a picture of sweet fresh teenhood and, in a day, or a week, or even two, I would be fucking her and sucking her, and rubbing her and cumming in, on, and about her. I could wait. Some of the pleasure was in the waiting.
My little teen chose this moment to interrupt my pleasant train of thoughts. She was dressed in the transparent blouse, bra and shorts I had put out for her. �She still looked angry, though - not that I minded. I rose from the lounger as the sight of her two lovely long, slender and lightly tanned thighs leading up to a desirable V gripped by the white shorts. The smooth tops of her little apple-shaped titties were nicely visible through the semi-transparent gauze of her blouse.
She had washed and combed her hair and looked good enough to eat. I congratulated myself yet again on my excellent choice of fuckthing.
"I need a towel," she said.�
"Towels are behind the changing screen over there," I said, indicating the far corner of the pool.�
This was an interesting sign: she was beginning to participate in the life of Rancho Rapo, as I sometimes called it for myself. It was also interesting that she had not visited the 'less comfortable quarter' I had told her would be her destination if she failed to make a decision within a month. Would she or wouldn't she? A sight of the barred cell, bucket, wall straps and strange instruments often affected decision making quite positively. Although sometimes it didn't - but then that led to another kind of fun. Fun is fun, however one comes by it, but in the case of this lovely young thing, my preference was for the gentler kind. Not that I proposed to let her know that; all knowledge is power. Nor did I propose to ever to ask her what she had decided: the words would have to come from her - unprompted. That, too, was part of the fun.
Girlie emerged from behind the screen, her soft brown body set off beautifully by the white costume. Although she was a little too far away, I could still see that she had a lovely little mound and a lovely slender waist. She took a running dive into the warm blue pool and started swimming lengths. My lounger was not far from the steps which she would be using to get out. The only other lounger was also there.�
After a fair number of laps, she swam to the steps and began climbing out. The costume clung to her skin and was indeed almost transparent. I could clearly see the pink rounds of the aureolas around her small pea-sized nipples, erect from the cold water. Her breast formed near perfect circles sticking straight out from her chest. Titties to die for, as I may already have said, and as I repeated to myself in a sort of mantra under my breath as the little goddess emerged. Girlie was looking ahead and failed to notice how transparent her costume had become. At the top of the steps, I had a fine view of a delightful, first-hair pussy. The costume was so good that I could now tell that Girlie was more blonde than brunette: she had fair pussy hair.
My dick stirred in my pants, but I just kept looking at her, saying not a word. Girlie walked towards the lounger, spread her towel, and lay down on her belly. She thought she was hiding her charms but in fact she was simply displaying another of them - her lovely pert bottom which I was longing to stroke, knead, kiss, spread, and penetrate.�
I luxuriated in the thought that one way or another, that�was what the future held. How much did Girlie know about sex? Did she know about such things? She could not but know about fucking, but did she know about ass-fucking, about having an erect penis whacked gently back and forth against her cheeks, about double-penetration dildos, about having a dick deep-throating her, about being fucked in the armpit, or having her face covered with cum?
She lay in the sun, drying off. Turning her head to look at me, at last she asked: "Why are you doing this? Is it true what you said?"
Fair questions. They deserved a fair answer. "I'm doing it because I am a pedophile. I have a special liking for young girls. The younger the better - within limits. And because that is what I am and I'm lucky to have the means, I'm doing this because I can."
I could see she was listening. So I told her about pedophilia. I said I thought it was very natural. Everyone likes new things and young girls are new beings. So wasn't it natural to like young girls more? Some people prefer chocolate, some meat. Some people prefer listening to music, some prefer reading. Some people want to fuck with people their own age, I like fucking young girls. My favourite age for fucking little girls was nine to twelve year-olds. She, however, was so lovely that I wanted her too.
Girlie looked down. I went on.
It was funny that it had become so taboo in the West. In days of old, Girlie here would have been considered of perfectly marriageable age. Girls who were younger still were frequently married, often to men much older than themselves. The girls got security and care, the men a lot of pleasure.
No-one could really understand other people's likes and dislikes. I, for instance, had heard of men who dreamt of having sex with girls who were still younger. Personally, I thought this was ridiculous and a bit disgusting as before a certain age girls are a bit grubby and lack sexiness, but then such men probably thought the same about my likes and dislikes. Maybe it was the absence of sexiness in these youngsters that turned them on. The youngest girl I had ever seen who had displayed sexiness was six or seven. So she was the youngest girl I had ever wanted to have sex with.
"Now you," I said, "are fantastically sexy. Sexy and innocent. Do you know that I practically came in my pants the first time I saw you?"
Girlie blushed to the roots of her hair at such talk and turned her head away. I ate her little ass with my eyes.
We sunbathed in silence for a while. Eventually, Girlie rose and said: "I'm going to my room."
"Okay," I said.
The time was mid-afternoon so I went and started to make supper. I cooked an Italian meal and soon great smells were wafting about the house.
Girlie came down as dusk approached. "Could I have supper?" she asked.
"Of course. It's for us that I've been cooking. I take it you like Italian food?"
"Yes," she said.
Girlie was still being very quiet but of course she had a big decision to make. She still needed time to come to see that actually it was a no-brainer.
I served Girlie wine with her supper, without even asking. It wouldn't hurt to unwind her a bit.
Once she had finished eating, I asked if she would like to watch a film. She said yes, and I told her to go and choose anything she fancied from the large collection on the shelf. Her selection was something fairly childish, but that didn't matter. There was only one sofa to watch from, and we sat through the film side by side, though at a little distance, laughing in the right places.
When the film was over, I got up immediately and said goodnight, I was going to bed. She could stay up or not as she chose.
I don't really know if she did or did not visit the cellar/dungeon that night because we never discussed it. In any event, the next day after breakfast, she broached the big question.
"If I do as you say, are you going to let me go home afterwards?"
"Yes, of course. Once you've done this thing for me, I'll get you home safe and sound."
"All right," she said. "I have no choice really. And I don't think you're lying about getting me home. You aren't, are you?"
"No. I promise."
"All right, I'll do it. What do you want me to do?"�
"Congratulations on a wise decision," I responded. "For my part, I'll try to make it as nice for you as I know it'll be for me. So okay, I'm pleased. Let's shake on it and agree that your week as a 'sex slave' starts tomorrow. For today, let's just go on like the last few days. Watch a film, chat, and go to bed."
So that's what we did. At the end of the evening we went up to our respective bedrooms together for a change. On parting, I said:
"I'll put out more clothes out for you and you should be wearing them when you come down to breakfast."
Girlie said okay and went to her room. I think she was relieved. In any event, the air was clearer.
The clothes I put out for her consisted of �a very short top, very transparent in a harem-ish sort of style, a lacy bra, and very tight hot pants.
And Girlie did indeed come down in them the next morning. It was lovely. The look on her face was nervous and demure and this contrasted nicely with her teen slut clothes.�
The time for debauchery had come. The trick was to do it slowly.
Over breakfast I openly stared at last at her youthful charms and turned the talk to sex. I elucidated that she had once kissed a boy and that he had tried to feel her breast, something she had been unhappy about. I was tremendously pleased to discover she had so little sexual experience. Some of her girlfriends had done more and had told all. She was therefore aware of much more: between them, they had french-kissed, had their breasts caressed, had their pussies touched, had dry-humped through clothes, and one had even given her boyfriend a hand-job.
This gave me an idea. I told Girlie that Day One would be her catching up day. Today she would catch up with all her girlfriends: by the end of the day, she would have done everything her friends had.
I asked her to come and sit beside me. Putting my arm round her, I placed a hand gently on her knee. "Look at me," I commanded, but not fiercely. She turned her face to me and I raised my hand to her cheek. As I stroked it, I told her she had a lovely, lovely, face. Lovely lips: I passed a finger over them, giving them a gentle rub before slowly pulling her soft lower lip down a little to see a little into her mouth. Girlie was trembling a little. I kissed her cheek and let my lips slide towards hers. My lips met hers and I gloried in their youthful softness and the little-girl smell of her breath as I pressed against her. I asked her to stick the tip of her tongue out. She did. It was beautifully smooth and fine-grained. I kissed it. "Stick it out further." She did. I kissed it again, this time taking her tongue into my mouth until our lips met again. I set my tongue to playing with hers and then slipped it between her lips and licked at her teeth and gums. Separating for a moment, I told her that this time she should open her mouth and use her tongue in the same way as me. Leaning forward again, I pressed my lips to her and began a real French kiss. Although she had been very stiff at first, she could not keep that up for ever and after a little while relaxed a little. Leaning into the kiss, I felt one of her little breasts pushing against my chest. My other hand of its own accord went to the other and covered it. Bliss! Girlie was actually getting into it. I felt her twisting - not away from, but into our clinch! I also noticed her legs moving and pressing together. She was getting randy. This was very good.�
I withdrew my hand and replaced it on her lovely flat tum. Muscles convulsed beneath it: she was heaving with nerves but maybe also sexual excitement. My hand travelled up under her bra to cup her wondrous little breast. Lust �made me squeeze the lovely little half sphere, which was warm, firm and springy, quite hard, but Girlie's reaction was just to kiss harder. I went for it: mauling the little breast and rubbing the erect little nipple. We continued like this for some time before we both had to stop to catch our breaths.
As soon as we stopped, Girlie blushed deeply while I exclaimed: "Good girl!" I made to take her top off and she cooperatively raised her arms to make it easier. I pulled off my own shirt and flung myself back on her mouth, my tongue urgently seeking the wet warmth of this young teen girl's tasty little mouth. Reaching behind her, I undid her bra and let her lovely little breasts spring free so that they were soon crushed against my chest. Girlie shifted, panting, to rub them against me, while I grabbed and squeezed them whenever I could. Girlie also went on rubbing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. Suddenly, with a sudden exhalation of delightfully sweet breath which it was my pleasure to inhale, she shook a little, going rigid and driving her tongue into my mouth: she had cum and went sweetly limp in my arms.
This was the weirdest beginning to a forced fuckfest with a young sex thing that I had could have imagined. This girl didn't just look sexy and sensual - she was!
Girlie lounged gently, all relaxed after cumming. I nuzzled and kissed her cheeks while suckling on her sweet little lips.I slid my a hand into her shorts and found her little pussy all slick with her juices. I ran my hand to and fro over it and ran a finger gently up and down her slit, which was beautifully wet and slippery. I gently rubbed her clit, for which she rewarded me with a sensuous wriggle and and sigh, before moving down a bit and slipping my finger a little way into her vagina. She sighed again. I kissed her lips softly. Finally, I tore myself away from her lips, withdrew my finger from her darling cunt and, looking into her eyes, slowly placed the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean while she watched intently.
"I think that had better be all for today," I said softly. "Let's go to bed. Tonight you'll still sleep in your room but we'll see about that tomorrow."
Taking her by the hand, I led her upstairs to her room and then went into mine and changed into a dressing gown. When I heard the sounds of her mattress taking her weight, I walked over to her room and walked up to her bed.
"There's one last thing," I said as I said down near the head of the bed. "Give me one of your hands." She slipped a hand out from under the covers as I let my dressing gown fall open. Taking it in mine, I guided it onto my cock and helped her fingers close around its shaft. Gently, I helped her move her hand up and down so that she would feel my hardness. I ached to cum but wasn't going to allow that.
"That's for tomorrow," I said. "Sleep well."
I went back to my room for a cold shower and some very sweet dreams.
II
When Girlie came down the next morning, she was dressed in the beltless dressing gown which was all that I had put out for her. It had �the delightful habit of parting at the front, affording me delicious views of her little breasts and a flash or two of legs and tiny teen pussy. Girlie's little tits were truly superb. The size two espresso cups, they stuck straight out from her body, like two toy Taj Mahal domes but made of luscious living teen flesh. I pictured them smeared with cum after a merry hour of sucking and mauling.
But Day Two would have to start better than that and I had still not resolved what I should do for my first ejaculation. The glorious little pussy I had been glimpsing and whose slickness I had felt at the end of the previous day was the obvious choice. Fucking her lovely little face and coming half in her mouth and half over her face in order to enjoy the sight of childish looks decorated with grown-up cum was the other. Since one ruled out the other and each choice was equally valid, that left the third and least obvious way - a nice straightforward act of buggery, a penetration of the tight little anus hiding in the crack of Girlie's deliciously pert bum. I was going to drive my erect cock into her oh-so-tight butthole and once it was inside her to the hilt, bounce on that gorgeously pert and firm teen teen bum until I exploded inside her. Yes, that was the right thing to do!
Such were my thoughts as I gave Girlie a good morning peck on the lips, which she returned.
"I'm going to give you some cereal for breakfast," I said, while I finish my coffee." Sitting opposite her, I drank and watched her wolf down a big bowl of cornflakes. At the same time, I enjoyed the feel of my cock rising and twitching each time her gown parted as she leant forward for another spoonful, because I could then see her little nipple brushing against the cloth.
When she had finished, I told Girlie to remain seated while I cleared away and prepared a few things.
Next I fetched a beach towel and a pillow, draped the towel over the table so that it hung over the edge, and placed the pillow at the far end of it. I then instructed Girlie to sit down on the towel, close to the edge of the table. She did this using a chair as a step and I then moved it back and sat down on it so that I was facing her.
"I shall breakfast on pussy this morning," I announced. She probably didn't fully understand what that meant, but that didn't matter. With a swift movement, I opened her gown to reveal her magic titties. It was the first time I had let myself see them fully displayed and they were wonderful beyond belief. I ate them up with my eyes. Parting my own gown, I saw her eyes being drawn to my cock, which was rising proudly to the occasion. She had felt it yesterday and now she could look at what she had felt. I grasped the shaft with my own hand and gave it a little rub, in a repeat of the gesture I had had her make the night before.
Girlie watched intently and her breathing became a little shallow. I was again surprised at her sexual responsiveness, but it was okay by me.
Placing my hands on her knees, I told her to lie back until her head was on the pillow. She did as asked and I leaned forward to feast my eyes on one of the most beautiful teen pussies I had ever beheld. Girlie's flat tanned tum swooped down to a low pantyline below which her skin was white as smooth marble. The darling V at the top of her legs drew my gaze. The smooth fleshy mound flowed up over her pubic bone. Sparse blonde hairs, long, silky and lightly curled, delineated it beautifully. I actually felt myself salivating as I reached a trembling finger forward to stroke the soft flesh. I carefully caressed the sparse pubes up and away from the delicious little slit and gazed at the lovely little line. It started with a dimple at the top. A little below it, where her soft cuntlips curved and plumped smoothly, the soft point of her clitoral hood peeped out from between them. I stroked it gently and Girlie gave a little shiver and wriggle. I let my finger slide further down her slit, exerting just enough pressure to make her labia part and let me feel the warmth within. Girlie squirmed sensuously.
Replacing the hand that had wandered to the sweet teen pussy back on her knee, I parted her legs slightly to expose the more hidden part of that place of wonder. I kissed up and down her inner thighs, enjoying the softness and smell of a young girl's sex. A pearl of girljuice appeared and hung trembling at the entrance to her teen vagina. �Leaning forward, I covered the whole of Girlie's sweet cuntlet with my mouth, sucked, and began running my tongue up and down her slit, flicking her clit each time I passed. As I licked ever deeper and harder into her, the little girl began heaving her puss up to meet the attention until, like the night before, she gave a final heave and tremble as she came. I lapped at her cunt juices and kissed the little opening, slowing the pace in time with her coming down from her high.
Throughout all this, my poor cock had been standing at rock-hard attention, and now my balls ached to release accumulated cum. It was going to be rewarded for its patience. Its time had come.
I asked Girlie to stand by the table with her back to me. This left me 'face-to-face', so to speak, with what had to be the loveliest teen arse in Christendom. I planted kisses on, mauled it with my hands. I stretched the crack open to glimpse her tight little arsehole and watched her two buttocks spring back when I let go. I placed a finger on her little rose and wiggled the tip. She pressed back. I pushed a little harder and felt the sphincter convulse and let my finger just inside as I kissed and licked her lower back. I told her to lean forward and cradle her head in her arms. I mauled the two half-moons a little more, enjoying their springy firmness. After that, I spread her a bit and set myself to applying K-Y liberally to her rose. She was as ready as I could get her.
I settled myself back in my chair and checked the angle of my straining dick as I applied K-Y to it too. Grasping Girlie's hips to guide her I told her to lower herself very slowly towards my lap, making sure that her slightly spread buttocks were moving in the direction of my cock. The head of my dick was soon at the gates of heaven: just between her buttocks and pressing gently against the tight little rose of her anal sphincter. A little push and I felt the tightness. I paused to let the sphincter adjust and then, with a quickly readjusted grip, smoothly and relatively rapidly pulled her down firmly all the way onto my dick in one long and smooth penetration. Girlie made a whooshing sound, closely followed by a scream of surprise, and no doubt some pain. My cock felt like it had passed through a ring of hot elastic steel and ended up in a tight burningly hot sheath. I shifted my hands to grasp Girlie's glorious teen tits and set to humping her arse. The tight grip of her sphincter on the shaft of my cock aroused the most exquisite sensations in me as I shoved it up her arse, pulled back, and shoved it in again as deep as I could into the thirteen year old's virgin hole. Girlie wailed. �It took just a few heavenly pumps before I exploded, spewing gob after gob of adult sperm into the child's heavenly arse while my hands gripped and squeezed her tits spasmodically.
We collapsed onto the floor where, curled around her for maximum penetration, I continued to jerk my now deflating dick in her slick, tight teenage arsehole.
After a while lying there panting, I pulled my dick back out of her tight little arse and turned Girlie round to face me. The experience had been shatteringly good for me. Girlie was crying, but not very hard. "That hurt," she whimpered. "I know. I'm sorry. It always does a bit but I just had to. Your little arse is so beautiful and tight, I just had to give my dick a taste of it."
Girlie's whimpers subsided. "But what you did first was lovely. I liked that very much, so I forgive you. Anyway, it's stopped hurting now."
"Thank you," I said, taking Girlie in my arms and covering her lips with mine. I could taste the salt from her tears on them. I licked at her and gently pushed my tongue into her mouth, while a hand settled on her breast, the nipple rising between two of my fingers.
"That will be all for today," I said. "When we feel like it, we can go rest beside the pool."
And that is just what we did. It was only later I realised that we had both remained totally naked. Clothes no longer mattered.
III
This adventure was turning out to be very different from what I had envisaged. Instead of the defilement and rape of an underage young teen, something altogether different was taking place. Just the day before, I had rammed my dick mercilessly hard and fast into a thirteen year-old virgin's ass while nearly ripping her new-grown tits off and yet somehow we were becoming friendlier! Human relations really were mysterious. And it must have hurt: Girlie's little anus had been seriously tight. That was an assfuck that I would treasure in my memory for ever.
I decided that today I would leave the choice to her - mouth or cunt. We had again slept in separate beds - indeed, rooms, so I was waiting for her to come downstairs.
She was smiling when she appeared, despite the fact that there was a slight awkwardness to her walk: her ravaged ass was evidently still recovering. Coming close, she turned her face up and waited for a kiss. I put my lips to hers, stroking her head, and tasted little girl and toothpaste. A great start to the day. My cocked twitched in agreement.
"So what's today?" she asked as she was finishing her second bowl of cereal.
"I wondered if you would to choose," I replied. "We have two main items on the agenda: mouthfuck or cuntfuck."
It was odd to be giving her the choice between essentially two unknowns. I had deliberately said mouthfuck rather than blowjob because I wanted her first penetrations to be momentous. Though I no longer had any desire to hurt this girl, who had turned out to be sweetly sexy, I, as a proud pedophile, nevertheless wanted and needed to plunge a big adult cock deep into a gagging sweet-faced child's throat, to feel a little teen's lips pushed up against my pubic bone while my dick delighted in the convulsions of the depths of her gullet. Likewise for fucking: I wanted to see and feel my dick stretching an undersized cuntlet to it maximum, to feel it straining into a tiny, tight love tunnel, to feel myself breaking through the hymen into a tiny virgin cunt, and once there, in the never previously visited hot, tight sheath, to fill the little womb with the lewd, viscous sperm of a child-loving man. Those were to be her experiences.
The child blushed and paused for thought.�
"Well," she said at last, "I think Day Three had better be Mouthday. That's because I don't really know what it'll be like, whereas I do know that I've alway liked what you've down to me done there."
I thought it rather sweet that the young teen still had some shyness and could only bring herself to use gestures.
"I think that’s a very good decision," I said approvingly. I really meant it. It was clear that she could derive a lot of pleasure from her young vagina.
"I was always taught to keep the best until last," she added.
I promised her that I would try to make it so.
Knowing it would be best for us both if she were in a relaxed state for what lay ahead, I decided that the best course of action would be a nice sixty-nine to start with, during which I would bring her, but not me, to a climax. Only after that would I get my rocks off down her mouth and throat.
"This will need a bed," I said, taking her hand and leading her to my bedroom.
Taking her in my arms, I bent over her to kiss the lips of her childish, but now trusting face, and laid her down on the bed. There I began by kissing her all over, finding all sorts of nice places to kiss and lick: behind her ears, her little throat, her hairless armpits. Her breasts. These I nuzzled and licked and kissed, first where they just started to rise from her chest, then up the slope where I circled the soft aureole with my tongue before at last taking a nipple between my lips and sucking it into my mouth, nuzzling down into the sweet warm teenflesh at the same time. "Oo-ooh", she went, and I felt her begin to squeeze her legs together in arousal. I alternated between sucking her little pea-sized nipples and stuffing my tongue into her hot little mouth,feeling how she was becoming more and more aroused. I was too, of course. Cupping a cheek with one hand, I placed my thumb on her lips and told her to suck it into her mouth and play her tongue around it. "That's good," I said, "later you should do that with my dick." I took her hand and placed it on my erect dick. She gave it a squeeze, and I groaned with pleasure.�
"I'm going to go down on you now," I said. I roiled her nipple with my tongue and the licked all the way down to her lovely little cuntlet where I pulled her labia this way and that with my lips while occasionally darting my tongue onto her darling little vagina. Girlie panted and pushed her pussy excitedly into my face.
Clambering over her, I positioned my head between her lovely legs with my dick level with her face. "Do as you did with my thumb," I said. "Hold my dick, and kiss the head. Then take it into you mouth and use your tongue on it." Like the nice, accommodating Girlie she was, she didn't have to be asked twice. �She did just as she was told and soon small teen hands were pulling my cock and inserting it into her hot, wet, childish mouth. It was sensational. I dived my head down on her tiny, hot, slick pussy, sucked wildly on her pointed and engorged miniature clitoris and then drove my tongue deep into her vaginal entrance while rocking my head to and fro and up and down. It must have been sensational for her too because she bucked wildly back at me and climaxed convulsively, flooding my face with her juices.
I hastened to pull my dick out of her mouth lest I cum too. Grabbing my erect cock, I scooted round so that I could hold it with one hand while the other was on the back of her head. I brushed some loose hair from her face, wiped away the sweat pearling on her sweet, smooth �brow, stroked her cheek, and nudged her mouth open with my thumb. Gazing at the lovely 'O' her gorgeous teen lips had formed, I moved the head of my cock to the opening and slid it into the childish mouth. Pulling out, I pushed it in and out a couple of times, the move accompanied by a plopping sound. The third time, I angled my dick more down onto her tongue and drove it in further, so that she gagged a little. Withdrawing quickly, I repeated the action, holding the back of her head firmly so that she couldn't pull away. Then I did it for the last time, holding her head and ramming my dick right down her throat. She gagged hard and convulsed and I started to come. One final downward push, one final gag. I relaxed the pressure on the back of her head and brought my dick slowly back out, spewing cum all the way. Girlie was panting and hiccuping. I rubbed my dick on her swollen lips, then squeezed out a few more drops of cum which I smeared over her childish face. At last I slipped it back into her mouth on the outside of her teeth so that her cheeks swelled, then settled it in her mouth. By now it had detumesced enough that it could lie in her mouth as she suckled it while her lips nuzzled against my pubic bone, rustling in my pubic hair.
She really was a good, brave girl.
"That was a bit frightening," she said, "but I realised you wouldn't really do anything awful. It was actually nice when I was sucking your thing and you were doing me. That was sort of fun, and I liked the feel in my mouth."
I lay on my back and pulled Girlie up on me and kissed her face, lips, and mouth. I held her close, feeling her hot breasts squashed against me. Cupping the two firm hemispheres of sexy little buttocks, I ground her little mons down on my dick, all the while fingering her tight little arsehole, enjoying how tightly it gripped the digit each time I pushed it a little way in. Girlie moaned softly with her mouth still on mine. Little drools of her delicious saliva dripped into my mouth, which was only too happy to receive them. It was in this state of post-co�tal calm that we both fell asleep.
IV
I woke before Girlie the next morning, a little surprised to find that we had shared a bed and still more surprised to find that I had managed to spend the night with a finger embedded up to the second joint in a young girl's arse!
I proceeded downstairs to make myself a coffee and plan the rest of the day. This was to be Girlie's big day - her defloration. Prior to the strange turn of events that had led to us seemingly having a good relationship, I had imagined that the event would consist of a rich array of interesting vaginal abuse. I had pictured myself standing between the slender legs of a little teen, her legs held wide open by ropes while I in turn rammed my dick and various dildos into her little virgin pussy to the accompaniment of tears and screams. I had thought about deflorating the girl with Bordeaux and champagne bottles, photographing the obscenely stretched little teen pussy through the various stages. I had pictured myself, with hand greased up, twisting one, two, three and �then more fingers in the hot tightness of a taut underage cuntlet until my hand was up inside a young teen up to the wrist so that she looked like a puppet doll.
But such thoughts were far from me now as I planned the day. This defloration was going to be voluntary, any pain minimised. It was going to bring me great joy and pleasure and it was going to leave both of us happy and sated.
There was a look of expectancy on Girlie's face when the little lovely came down. Her appearance was a study in piquant contrasts. Here was a very young girl with the face of a child whose eyes simultaneously shone not just with the innocence of youth, but also with the expectation of sex. Here was a lovely, lithe little body that had not yet filled out fully or completed its growth, yet that same body had experienced and frequently done things that many adult ones would never know. That pert little ass had less than a week ago only ever been used to wiggle coltishly before schoolmates with the half-understood knowledge that it caught some adult eyes in ways that for some reason pleased them. Now that same little organ had actual experience of the strange pleasure that could be derived from the pressure of a finger on its anal sphincter, had actually had a grown man's erect dick driven into it, which, although it had initially been painful, had been worth it for the intense pleasure of feeling totally filled while being held, hugged and kissed by someone who found it wonderful too. Girlie's feelings about her bum were quite different now: it gladdened her in many more ways. The same went for Girlie's lovely little mouth. What just recently had been something for consuming food and lollipops, was now something far more extraordinary. It had learnt what it was like to entwine tongues in endlessly exiting play, to see a grown man's erect dick straining and dying to pass between lips that until then had just seemed ordinary things, but which to that man had been magically special. �Her throat had been filled until she choked and spluttered by hot man-dick in a frightening yet exhilarating experience.
This was a new Girlie who was coming down the stairs, yet a final experience to complete the picture still had to take place. As she walked down the stairs, she felt a tingle in what until last week had just been the tinkle from which she urinated and which she was supposed by convention to keep private. She had only once or twice before her kidnap felt a pleasurable warmth in that part of her, when she by accident stroked it in some strange way. She had been thinking of experimenting further, but had not been clear if that would be right or disgusting. Now a grown man had been wild about it, had kissed it, licked it, sucked it, and stuck his tongue into it. And it had felt more than wonderful. A man had crushed his tongue down on the little thing near the top of the slit, and had sucked it too, and it had sent shivers of delight through her whole body. He had kept on doing these things until a marvellous feeling had shaken her through and through. Yes, there really was something special about her that part of her. She had felt wonderful new sensations and she wanted more. Today was Day Four, Cuntfuck Day, he had said. Today would be wonderful.
It was with those thoughts in her mind that the child made her appearance, and it was those thoughts that made the baby-faced little girl with her small teen titties and tight little bum look and move like a pedophile's gift from heaven. One could almost feel the heat radiating from her firm, sharply delineated titties, from her hot little buttocks wherein dwelt a red-hot and tight little anus, and from her tingling little cunt that was already feeling aroused at the thought of what lay in store for it.
I didn't rush things and we lazed through the morning, making the wait part of the fun, heightening the tension. At last I could bear it no more and said: "Isn't it about time?” Girlie rose with a smile and it was she who led the way to the bedroom, she who took off her clothes first, glancing down at her jutting titties as she held them in her hands, stroking them as she waited for me to catch up.
I led her to the bed and had her sit down. I sat down facing her, opened my legs, and then pulled hers over mine, so that we were sitting nearly face to face, her open crotch close to mine, wafting sweet young pussy smell while my erect dick stood throbbing between us. Cupping her soft cheeks, I kissed her deeply, taking her wondrous little titties in my hands, feeling their magnificent firmness and stroking and tweeking her tiny erect nipples.
Looking down between our legs, I gazed at the parted lips of her sweet pussy. The cuntlet pulsated and girl juice pearled lower down. I pushed my cock down so that the tip brushed her labia. Girlie inhaled sharply. Her legs gave a little tremble and she inched forward. I began running my cock up and down the little slit. A dribble of pre-cum lubricated the sliding. Girlie's tiny clit became more and more engorged as I pressed the head of my dick harder and harder with each pass. The tremble in Girlie's legs was constant now and she was panting softly, although this turned to little grunts each time my dick pressed down on her clit. Her little puss became more slippery as little girl juices combined with my pre-cum, gluing her sparse little blonde pubes to her now shiny wet mound – a truly wondrous sight. Her little labia gaped further open, displaying the soft pinkness within.
At last I pushed the head of my dick further down, lodging it with a small plop right on her vaginal entrance. Sweat was pearling on Girlie's brow and her breath was coming in soft rasps. Feeling my dick at her entrance, Girlie with a small grunt thrust her little cunt down onto it to help it lodge better. I pulled some pillows over and helped her to lie back a bit. This raised her sweet wet pussy a little higher so that the pink labia gaped invitingly at me. With a small thrust of my own, I nudged the head of my dick a little further into her slippery, wet entrance and gazed in awe at the sight of a full-grown dick head stretching the little teen's cuntlips. These surrounded my dick like a tight, wet halo. I drew back and did it again. Girlie sighed and thrust back at me with a groan of pleasure as her cuntlet stretched still tighter with nearly half the head of my dick drilling into the tight wet hole. After a few deliciously sexy goes, the knob of my dick went in passed its widest point and was suddenly almost sucked in whole. Girlie shook all over. Her sweet little puss was fantastically distended but she groaned with pleasure, wriggling to and fro to move my knob inside her as if she were sitting on a gear stick. She was a lovely sight to behold, as she lay there, her head flung back, mouth open and panting, her little titties sticking straight out from her chest, jerking her wet, distended pussy on my rod. It was an image to imprint on my mind forever – at one and the same time supremely obscene yet gorgeous, a mansize dick stretching a tiny schoolgirl pussy, with both participants delighting in the event.
I seized the moment and holding her hips, pushed hard. Girlie gasped as I drove into her incredibly tight and hot, little, sheath, �breaking through her hymen and literally squeezed my man-dick into a love tunnel which would have been a tight fit even for something half its size. With a high-pitched cry of part pain and part lust, she reached round me and pulled me ever deeper and harder into her, deep into her immature little womb, until she was humping up into me, pubic bone to pubic bone.
We both began convulsing with our respective climaxes. I pumped out my adult sperm deep inside her, driving into her with all my strength. Girlie's little love channel was so tight that it felt red hot. Girlie wailed as she desperately shoved her little pussy up at me to get every last millimetre of my raging cock as deeply as possible into her. I clawed at her pointed titties and pulled her mouth to mine so that could could inhale the hot puffs of her breath.
Then, slowly, we subsided and I began moving my cock back and forth in the tight scabbard. Girlie, too, humped slowly back, as I drank from her lips the little whimpers she made in time with the motion. The feel of my slowly detumescing cock being gripped along its whole length in the hot sleeve of her soft, silken tunnel was absolute bliss. It was amazing that her little-girl's vulva had been able to stretch enough to take my adult cock. It was wonderful that she had been able to bear through the initial pain and start to enjoy it. I kissed Girlie's childish face, her soft round cheeks, her lovely lips, puffy from the love battering they had received. Her gorgeous eyes stared at me. There was a look of awe, satisfaction and triumph in them. She wriggled her hips so as to feel my penis slide a bit inside her.
Rolling over so as to be face to face on our sides, we rested, lips to lips, my penis still clutched deep inside the little teen by her elastic little womb. I felt a few final drops of cum dribble into her.
I would have liked to stay inside the little girl forever, but all things have to end. Stroking her springy little bum and murmuring sweet nothings, I slowly pulled out. My cock was slick with cum, girl juices, and streaks of blood. The sweet little V of her cuntlet looked a bit bruised and battered, the labia all swollen around the gaping vaginal entrance that slowly began to close.
I went for a warm, soft sponge and gently laved the lovely little organ until it appeared more itself again: the pretty, enticing, delicious-looking little blonde-haired mons of an underage teen.
Quickly sponging my dick clean, I turned back to gaze down at her. Girlie once again looked like a charming, innocently sexy pre-teen, limber and taut-titted, a little virgin just ripening for sex.
But this was a girl who in the previous three days had had a man-cock lustily thrust deep into her tight little anus, then down her gagging throat, and now had had her virginity taken forcefully but lovingly. It was amazing.
I smiled and she smiled back.
V
After the stunning cuntfuck of the previous day, we had lazed by and in the pool, and in the evening cooked ourselves a lovely supper. Girlie by now assumed that she would be sleeping together with me, so I spent a lovely night coiled around her youthful body, my tired dick lodged cozily in the cleft of her arse and a handful of lovely titty in my hand. Could a man ask for more?
I could. Could Girlie? And would she? The next morning would tell.�
After breakfasting the next morning, Girlie gave me a questioning look. For my part, I had been sitting opposite her, enjoying the sign of Girlie's charming and childlike face. I just loved the way her smooth cheeks were rounded with puppy fat, the way her new teeth were still not fully in position, the way her lips looked so mightily kissable and yet were still smooth like a child's... Her tongue, which showed from time to time as she ate, was so lithe and fine-grained. It's was the face of a cherub, though by now a well-fucked one.
I didn't feel up to anything too energetic after the heroics of the last few days but the little darling was just too adorable. My poor, tired dick twitched in agreement. Furthermore, Girlie looked like she expected some sexual attention. She would get it.
"Let's do something calm and nice," I said. Leading her to a low, comfy poof which I positioned in front of an armchair which had a higher seat, I told Girlie to take her top off and to sit down. Leaving my top on, I stripped naked below the waist. My semi-engorged dick dangled before her and I saw how her eyes were drawn to it.
Sitting down in the chair intended for me, I told Girlie to stroke and play with her breasts. She complied immediately and began squeezing them, stroking them, and rubbing her nipples, which quickly swelled to the size of peas. Oh, how I loved to look at those junior titties, so small and firm and sexy! I rubbed my dick appreciatively while she watched.
I pulled her chair forward, closer to me, I got Girlie positioned so that her face was close enough for my dick to be able to touch it. �Pulling up on the shaft of my dick, I got the knob inside the foreskin and began rubbing her lips with my soft foreskin. "Lick at it," I said. Girlie put out the tip of her tongue and licked my foreskin, slick with a few drops of pre-cum. “Now pinch the bunched skin between your lips” I said. I loved being able to see her youthful little tongue and lovely lips on that little bundle of skin. "Try to push your tongue inside the foreskin and lick its inside." Girlie did so. The sensation was one of incredible softness. I felt more drops of pre-cum exude from my knobhead and the licking became wetter.�
"Open your mouth a little and stick your tongue out." �I rubbed my foreskin on her tongue and lips and then, peeling it back, stroked my knobhead all over her cheeks, lips and tongue. "Stay like that," I said, and began stroking my dick, touching the head onto her tongue at the top of each stroke. Little by little, I increased the speed,of my stroke and prepared to cum. At last the sight of the sexy little under age teen's face being obscenely stroked and touched by man dick brought me to a climax. I ejaculated carefully onto her tongue, just inside her mouth, coating it with thick adult sperm as her hot breath wafted over the glowing knob. I rubbed the sperm over her lips and cheek too. "Close your mouth and swallow," I told Girlie. She did. Finally, I pushed me knobhead into her sweet �mouth and let her swirl her tongue round it as it lay in the hot, damp orifice.
All in all, I thought, we've done justice to that sweet young face.
Girlie clearly thought so too and she was particularly sweet, tender and cuddly for the rest of the day.�
� aengus 2013
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