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I admit it, I've got a small dick. Fully erect it's barely three and a half inches long. Until recently that hadn't bothered me.
I was very much a nerd at school, preoccupied by maths and science. While there, my experience of the opposite sex was limited to a couple of forgettable relationships. Although they didn't last very long, neither girl complained about my lack of endowment, perhaps because they were as inexperienced as myself and had no basis for comparison.
At college I met Annette. Her looks could never be described as beautiful, she could best be described as plain rather than ugly, but something about her made her seem just right for me. I loved her eyes, her crooked smile, her sense of humour and her compassion. I was her first, so again she had nothing to compare against, but with the help of books and porn sites we developed a very active sex life. That was when we discovered my dick was about half the normal size, but Annette didn't complain and it seemed to give her plenty of satisfaction.
I proposed to Annette straight after we graduated, and she readily accepted.
I got a good degree and landed a well-paid job at a large company. Annette managed a lesser degree, but it was adequate for her ambition to become a teacher. After a year's teacher training, she applied for and landed a post at a school in the same town where I worked so we were able to rent a home together.
Two years after graduating, we were married.
I was happy. I had married the woman I thought was my soul mate, and I had made rapid progress up the ranks at work. After a few years, Annette decided to cut back her teaching hours so she could take a lowly-paid part-time executive position at a local charity. We could certainly afford it because I was now earning a very good wage, and knowing how important Annette's compassionate side was to her, I didn't begrudge the change.
After ten years, we had enough money saved that we could give up renting and put a sizeable deposit down on a seriously nice house with a view to starting a family, and we had registered our details with local estate agents for that purpose. We even adopted a dog, a cute little terrier from the Rescue Centre we renamed Rocky.
Then came 'the course'. Largely irrelevant to my career, it was intended as a sort of thank you from the company for all my hard work, an all expenses paid three week course in the USA.
When I got home after 'the course', the first thing I found was the note from Annette on the kitchen table.
'Dear Lee, I'm sorry to break the news this way but I've met someone, a real man, who can satisfy me in ways you can't. I've taken half the money in our account, the car, and my personal possessions. Everything else is yours. I think that's an equitable division of assets and I won't ask for anything more so there's no need to spend a fortune on solicitors: I won't contest a divorce. I'm afraid I couldn't take Rocky, so I've left him with Mrs Surtees. There's a gift-wrapped box of chocs for her in the cupboard. Love, Annette.'
She had signed it 'Love Annette'! I guess it was just automatic, but surely she should have realised how much that was going to hurt.
Numb, I went round to our next door neighbour on autopilot. Mrs Surtees had looked after Rocky before so it was no big deal. Somehow I managed to go through the motions of collecting Rocky and his associated paraphernalia and handing over the box of chocs as if nothing had happened.
The next fortnight was remarkable for being largely unremarkable. Somehow I coped. I got up, ate, went to work, did my job, came home, ate, then went to bed. I guess I was a bit short-tempered a few times, and colleagues started keeping their distance.
Then one day I lost it. The customer had called a couple of times before to change their requirements. Despite that, I had everything done and dusted and packaged ready for delivery when the customer rang again with yet more changes. I lost my temper and the rapidly escalating situation ended with me shouting at the top of my voice for the customer to fuck off and ruin someone else's life, then I slammed down the phone.
The shocked silence in the office was palpable. In denial at what I had just done, I got on with the rest of my work as though nothing had happened. Then half an hour later I was summoned to a meeting room. My manager was there, with his manager and a couple of HR people. They announced that it was a disciplinary hearing. One of the HR people read out the facts: my irritable behaviour since I came back from the course culminating in that fateful phone call. They asked me if that was an accurate summary and I agreed.
"Lee," said Terry, my manager. "This is a serious situation. Normally it would call for automatic dismissal. But I know you, you're not like this. It's completely out of character. You're a valuable employee and I want to keep you, the company wants to keep you. Is there anything you'd like to say in mitigation? If it's drugs or something like that, we can help you."
"Annette left me," I choked.
"Oh God," said Terry quietly, since he knew personally the depth of my feelings for Annette, "I'm so sorry."
That's when I let it all out, bursting into a flood of tears. One of the HR people fetched a glass of water and some tissues, then they left me alone for a while.
Some time later they all trooped back in and resumed their seats. I had stopped crying but I was still sniffling and I my eyes were still stinging.
"Lee," said Terry in a caring voice, "this is what we've decided. We're giving you a written warning because of your conduct, but we're not going to dismiss you. Instead we're going to suspend you for a month on basic pay to give you a chance to get your head back together. If, at the end of that time, you apologise to the customer and you convince us you're back on your game, we'll welcome you back. Is that acceptable to you?"
"Yes, that's more than fair. Thank you," I replied.
"Lee, I know how much Annette meant to you. I'm not going to tell you to move on with your life because it's not that easy. Perhaps seeing a counsellor might help and HR have a list for this sort of situation," continued Terry, handing me a sheet of names and addresses. "Forget about work for a while, go out and enjoy this wonderful summer we're having."
And that's how I found myself with a load of nothing to do for a month during one of the best summers on record. I suppose I could have started divorce proceedings, but I guess that at the back of my mind I still hoped Annette would return to me.
I quickly developed a routine. Get up, have breakfast, walk Rocky to the paper shop for a newspaper, get home, check my e-mail, read the paper, have lunch, then take Rocky to the park.
We were blessed with a large country park almost on our doorstep. Although it was summer and the kids were off school, they tended to hang around the play areas so there were still large areas where Rocky and I could roam in relative solitude. A small stream formed the far boundary of the park, the water clear, fast-flowing and surprisingly cold, cold enough to deter kids from paddling in it. Seats were provided for people to sit and watch the stream and the occasional water fowl that dared to brave the current. Strangely none of the seats ever seemed to be occupied, perhaps because the sort of people who might appreciate them found it too far to walk, or the seats were too far from the park's amenities, a small cafe and toilets situated near the entrance.
I found a seat under the partial shade of a tree and took out a book to read, one of the classics I had always intended to get around to. I attached Rocky's extending lead to the seat, leaving him free to wander round, drink from the stream, or lie in the shade and nap. There was a group of girls nearby, perhaps early teens, sitting on the grass and chatting, but they weren't intrusive so they were easy to ignore.
Keeping to the same routine for about a week, I had finished two books and was well into a third. The girls were there again. It seemed a territorial thing, that was their spot and they were always there to claim it. As usual I ignored them and they seemed to ignore me.
I had just turned a page when a deep shadow fell across my already shaded book. I looked up. There was a young girl standing slightly to one side of me, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. She looked about nine or ten and had a pretty, round face and long, lustrous chestnut hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a very tight, strappy black vest which would have shown everything if she'd had anything to show, but which in any case revealed so much bare chest it almost exposed her nipples, and a very small, thin pair of sky blue shorts under which the outline of her thick, white, little-girl panties was prominently visible.
I fixed my stare on the girl's soft hazel eyes. She looked terrified. Eventually she plucked up enough courage to speak.
"What's your dog's name?" she asked.
"Rocky," I replied, at which he perked up his ears, proving he was only pretending to be asleep.
Still the little girl stood there, gently shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot.
"If I ask you something, will you promise not to get mad?" she finally ventured.
"Okay, I promise," I said, wondering what the girl could possibly ask that she thought might be so dreadful.
"Please will you fuck me?"
Oh shit! At that moment I wished I had Annette with me. Annette was good with kids, she would have known what to do. I had to try to put myself in her shoes. But then a little girl wouldn't have asked Annette to fuck her. The girl must have discerned that I wasn't readily going to fulfill her request and her face dropped.
I patted an empty length of the seat at what I thought would be a safe distance away.
"Sit down and let's talk about it."
"Okay," she said, her face brightening because I hadn't turned her down flat.
She sat where I had indicated.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Nine," she replied.
"Do you know what fucking involves?"
"Yes. We learnt about it at school in Relationship Studies. A boy puts his willy inside a girl's hole and moves it in and out until he gets good feelings."
"Okay, that's close enough. But why do you want me to fuck you?"
"My sister and her friends," she indicated the group of girls nearby, "are going to the water park tomorrow. They'll only take me with them if I pass an initiation test to join their group. The test they set me was to get you to fuck me."
I looked over at the girls. None of them was paying us the slightest attention. I guessed they didn't really expect the younger girl to end up fucking me, they just wanted to get rid of her because she was so much younger.
"They don't really expect me to fuck you, they just don't want you around," I said, knowing I risked breaking the little girl's heart.
The girl shook her head knowingly.
"Pauline promised, and she always keeps her promises," she confidently asserted.
"Look, you're a very pretty girl and I'm flattered that you want me to fuck you but I can't. It's illegal. If anyone found out, and if your sister and her friends know then one of them will almost certainly blab, then I'd go to prison for a very long time and you'd be taken away to live in a really horrible home with lots of bad kids."
"Why is it illegal? It's my body and my mum says it's my choice what I do with it," she said so loudly I was worried someone might overhear, her eyes moistening and her bottom lip quivering.
"That's true, but they made the law to protect you from doing something now that you'll regret later. Your first time should be with a boy more your own age that you really like, not someone three times your age just to fulfill a dare. Didn't they teach you about love in Relationship Studies?"
"Yes, but if you're in love with someone it doesn't matter whether they're a virgin or not and I want to do lots of cool things with my sister and her friends now," she insisted.
The girl got up and stood right in front of me, looking me in the eye.
"Pauline said I should try this if you said 'no'," she said.
She pulled the top of her vest down, exposing her flat chest and little brown nipples. Taking each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, she rolled them then pulled them away from her chest, the skin pulling away from her breastbone looking like a misshapen breast. If Annette had done that it would have been sexy as hell, but done by a little girl it was just sad.
I met her stare.
Down to her last resort, the girl pulled aside the thick wad comprising the gusset of her shorts and panties, exposing the cutest little pussy you could ever imagine, naturally completely bald, with the plump outer lips meeting as tightly as a clamshell to form a narrow slit. For the first time my dick started to respond.
I sighed resignedly. How could I dissuade this little girl without hurting her feelings?
"Look, er..." I started, realising I didn't know her name.
"Annette," she volunteered.
Oh shit to the power two. In one instant I reckon I experienced the gamut of every possible human emotion. Any other name I could have coped with, but that knocked the stuffing out of me.
The next thing I can remember I was almost at the park entrance, Rocky's lead in one hand, Annette's hot little hand in the other as she happily skipped along beside me. I dropped her hand as though I'd been scalded. What if someone had seen us? I looked around and saw that lots of people had seen us but nobody had noticed us. There was no sign of Annette's sister or friends.
"What's wrong?" queried Annette at the loss of contact.
I was trapped. I couldn't risk a scene with so many people around. I could think of no alternative but to continue on our way. Perhaps I could talk Annette out of it after we reached my house. That presented another problem. What if Mrs Surtees saw me walking up my path with a strange little girl? I took Annette's hand in mine again, and her face lit up like a searchlight.
Fortunately Mrs Surtees' driveway was empty, indicating that she had gone out in her car. Since no other property overlooked any part of mine, at least our ingress would have been undetected.
After closing the front door behind us, I let Rocky off his lead. He immediately scampered off to his food bowl, reminding me to be considerate towards my unwanted young guest.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink? Tea, coffee, milk, orange juice, cola, cake, biscuits, ice cream?" I enumerated, racking my brains for what I had that might appeal to kids.
"Ice cream please, and cola."
At least she was polite.
I put a generous scoop of strawberry ice cream, the only flavour I possessed, into a dish, and poured some cola into a glass, adding some ice cubes from my fridge. 'What the heck,' I thought, pouring myself a glass of cola too. And since it seemed rude for Annette to be the only one eating, I cut myself a slice of cake.
"So who's the woman in the photographs?" asked Annette, while we were sitting at the kitchen table and eating
"That's my wife."
"Oh," said Annette, as though surprised that I might be married. "She looks nice. Where is she today?"
"She is nice," I conceded, if you excluded the way she dumped me, "but we're separated."
"That's a shame. I hope you get back together again," said Annette, who had evidently picked up on my sadness. "What's her name?"
"Annette," I choked out, trying to ignore the sudden chill in the pit of my stomach.
"Cool, the same as me."
"Tell me about yourself," I said, quickly changing the subject. "Where do you go to school?"
Gentle questioning elicited that she went to the Thomas Harris Junior School, her favourite subjects were Reading and Writing, she hated Arithmetic, and her favourite teacher was Mrs Burns who taught Relationship Studies. Her older sister Pauline and her friends went to Newtown Comprehensive.
"Please can I use your bathroom?" asked Annette, after slurping down the last of her cola.
"There's a basic one downstairs, but the main bathroom is upstairs and straight ahead."
"Thanks."
Annette jumped down off the chair she was sitting on and left the kitchen. I put the empties in the dishwasher then put out some fresh water and biscuits for Rocky. I suddenly remembered I hadn't unlocked the dog flag into the back garden. I usually do it as soon as I get in, but I had been distracted by Annette's presence. Rocky heard me unlocking the dog flap and disappeared into the back garden to track down any interesting new smells.
I heard water running upstairs and guessed Annette had decided to use the better facilities in the upstairs bathroom. When she didn't immediately reappear I wondered if she was having a good look round, but since she didn't have anything with her to carry things I reckoned there was little chance of her trying to sneak anything out when she left.
It was something like another five minutes before Annette reappeared. She was wearing my bathrobe, which on me came down to my knees, but on Annette was trailing on the floor. She hadn't tied the bathrobe at the front so I could see she had nothing on underneath. My eyes went immediately to her nicely rounded belly and the incredibly cute pussy underneath. I couldn't help my dick getting hard.
"Pauline said you should always wash your bits before fucking," said Annette, by way of explanation.
"Is it really worth losing your virginity just for a trip to a water park?" I asked. "Besides, since it's your first time it will probably hurt."
"My mum is too busy to take me so this might be my only chance to go," Annette replied. "And if it hurts the first time, it's going to hurt whoever fucks me so I might as well get it over with then I can enjoy it next time."
I sighed heavily. Who can argue with a child's logic? It seemed I was going to have to deflower the petite nine year old.
"Okay," I conceded. "I'll do it. But if you change your mind at any time, just say 'stop' and I'll stop."
Annette's face lit up like a beacon, and she pulled me into a tight hug. I was acutely aware of her hot little body pressed against mine with only my thin t-shirt separating us.
"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," I suggested.
I led the way up to the guest bedroom. Somehow I couldn't face the idea of fucking someone in the bed my wife and I shared for so many years. Outside the bedroom door I had a thought and stopped.
"Go in and make yourself comfortable," I said, pointing into the room. "I just want to get something."
I went into the upstairs bathroom, noting the neat pile Annette had made of her clothes, but when I searched the bathroom cabinet I found my wife had taken all her personal supplies. I took the opportunity to have a pee and wash my own bits, then went back downstairs to the utility room, where first aid and other medical supplies were kept in a cupboard. Bingo, an unopened tube of KY Jelly and a pack of antiseptic wet wipes.
Back upstairs, I found Annette lying naked on her back in the middle of the double bed in the guest room, her slightly parted legs giving me a fantastic view of her little clamshell pussy. My dick responded appropriately.
Still hoping I might somehow escape this ordeal, I stripped off my clothes to let Annette see my tumescent dick. Even at a mere three and a half inches, its size might frighten her. Annette's eyes widened as she caught sight of engorgement.
"Coo, just think, that will be going inside me," she said. "It hardly seems possible."
I sighed inwardly. So much for that plan.
I reached out and touched Annette's ankle and she flinched. She was tighter than a coiled spring. I gently grasped both ankles and dragged Annette down the bed until her butt was perched on the edge.
"Hey!" she said questioningly.
"You're too tense," I explained. "I'm going to try something to relax you. I think you'll like it."
"Okay," she dubiously conceded.
I lifted up Annette's right leg and gently kissed the outside of her ankle. Then I slowly worked my way up the outside of the leg, covering it with more gentle kisses. I had done that many times with my wife and she always appreciated it, but no matter how thoroughly she shaved there always seemed to be some stubble left. Annette's legs, however, were naturally perfectly smooth and hairless, making the experience much more pleasant for me.
I had to admit Annette had really nice legs for a child. Not stick thin, they were nicely toned and muscled, presumably the result of gymnastics or athletics.
As I approached the top of her leg, Annette seemed to relax and let the tension out. I was surprised how warm her thighs were, making me wonder how hot she'd be inside.
Continuing my journey, I kissed my way up the outside of her thigh bone until I reached Annette's waist, whereupon she started wriggling and giggling uncontrollably: she was very ticklish.
I took a shortcut to Annette's non-existent right breast, alternating between sucking her tiny nipple and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I didn't detect any stiffening that might indicate arousal but Annette was making little contented sighs as she breathed so she wasn't finding the experience unpleasant.
I switched to the left nipple, lavishing attention on it equal to its twin, then bypassing Annette's ticklish waist I kissed my way down the outside of her left leg until I reached her ankle. Then, pushing Annette's knees apart, I inserted myself between them and kissed my way up the inside of her left leg until I reached her knee, whereupon I switched to the inside of her right leg, kissing from ankle to knee. When I reached the knee, I continued until I was halfway up the inside of Annette's thigh, then I switched back to her left leg, kissing from the knee upwards until I reached halfway up the inside of Annette's left thigh.
By now, my wife would have strongly aroused, her pussy lips engorged and reddened and opening of their own accord as she emitted her characteristic musky odour and leaked her precious dew. I thought I detected a hint of arousal scent from Annette, but her clamshell pussy lips remained firmly closed with no hint of moisture.
I alternated the rest of my way of the inside of Annette's thighs, a kiss on one side countered by a kiss on the other. The outsides of Annette's thighs had seemed unusually warm, but the smooth, firm flesh on the insides was even warmer, the temperature seeming to increase rapidly as I approached her pussy. At last her outer lips seemed to relent a little, giving me the faintest glimpse of her secret, hidden, red inner lips.
Finally, taking full advantage of Annette's athleticism and flexibility to push her legs wide apart, I arrived at her pussy. I gave it a gentle kiss, then squirmed my tongue inside to take advantage of the tiny gap that had appeared, and for the first time the taste of clean, dry skin was supplemented by a hint of tangy moisture.
Despite my best efforts, my tongue couldn't make any headway and I had to resort to peeling apart Annette's pussy lips with my fingers. Inside her thin, red inner lips I saw why; her baby canal was so tiny that it would be an effort to force a finger inside, and it was completely covered by the thin membrane of her maidenhead. That presented a problem. I would have to stretch Annette's baby canal before she could take my dick because it was considerably fatter than a finger, but I couldn't stretch her while her hymen was intact: I would have to rupture her membrane before I could fuck her.
That bridge could wait. I sucked on Annette's thin, red inner lips, eliciting more of her tangy honey as the lips thickened slightly. Her immature supply of natural lubrication would be woefully inadequate for fucking, especially considering the smallness of her baby canal, but even that small a sexual response was encouragement for me to try to elicit and orgasm from the young girl.
As I licked and sucked my way round Annette's beautiful little pussy, I could hear her keeping time with breathy little sighs. Perfectly relaxed, her head lay back and she stared sightlessly at the ceiling as she enjoyed these fledgling sexual feelings.
It was time to up my game, and I delved higher with the tip of my tongue, up underneath her clitoral hood. It took me two circuits before I found it, hardly bigger than a pinhead, her tiny little immature clitty. Taking my tempo from Annette's breathing, my tongue traced little circles round the tiny glans. Faster and faster until she was panting quite heavily.
"I'm going to pee," Annette gasped, panic in her voice.
I switched to flicking her tiny clit with the tip of my tongue. On the third flick, Annette gave a squeak and shivered, closing her hot thighs around my head. I had just managed to give a nine year old girl an orgasm!
"Wow," said Annette, relaxing her thighs and freeing my head, "you just gave me a really good feeling. I'm still a little tingly down there."
"It will get better as you get older."
"I can't wait. Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Sweetheart, there's a problem," I said, moving my head away from Annette's pussy, which stayed partially open like a rose just starting to open. "You're very small so I'll have to stretch you with my fingers before you'll be able to take my dick. But to do that, I'll first have to tear your hymen. Are you sure you want me to do that, because it will probably hurt?"
"If you tear my hymen and hurt me, I'll be able to go to the water park tomorrow. If I have to wait to lose my hymen, it will still hurt me and I won't get to go to the water park tomorrow. Please just do it, and I'll try not to cry."
Who could argue with such nine year old logic?
"Be back in a moment," I said, getting up from between Annette's legs.
I went to the linen cupboard and took out a clean, thick towel. Then I had a hunt around for something to pierce Annette's hymen. I wanted something sharper than my finger to make it as quick as possible, but I didn't want something sharp enough to injure the girl if she reacted with a sudden movement. I rejected a pencil and a narrow candle, settling on a wax crayon.
When I got back to the guest bedroom, Annette was lying there peacefully, almost as though she was asleep. She looked so beautiful and innocent that I wished I had a camera handy to record it for her. Annette lifted her head when she saw me watching from the door.
"Are you going to do it then?" she asked.
That brought me out of my reverie. I grasped Annette's ankles and lifted upwards until her butt was clear of the bed, I slid the thick towel under her hips, then let her gently back down again.
"You might bleed a little," I explained.
I thought I detected the first hint of concern in Annette's eyes, but stoically she didn't say anything.
Back between Annette's legs, I parted her pussy lips which had used the interval to return to their clamshell formation. Then I poised the wax crayon at her entrance.
"Ready?" I asked.
Annette nodded. That was her last lifeline used up, and I thrust the wax crayon forward. It pierced the thin membrane surprisingly easily. Annette grunted as she instinctively tried to close her legs, clamping her hot thighs round my head again.
"That's the worst over with. Are you okay?" I asked.
"I think so. It stings a little but it's not bad," Annette admitted, finally relaxing the grip her thighs had round my head.
I extracted the crayon, which now had pink streaks around the point. A drop of blood accumulated at the base of Annette's baby canal and threatened to trickle down her perineum. I dabbed it away with one of the antiseptic wet wipes. Fortunately it wasn't followed by any more.
A close inspection of Annette's baby canal revealed her hymen now had a crayon-sized hole in the middle, but the outer rim was still intact.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," I said, "I managed to pierce your hymen but some of it is still intact. If you want me to continue, I'm going to have to make it sting some more."
"Do it," she affirmed.
I wrapped an antiseptic wet wipe round my index finger and stabbed it at the hole. Annette gasped and winced as the rest of her hymen split, but at least she didn't clamp her thighs round my head. I then did a complete circle round the outside of Annette's baby canal, tamping down the shredded hymen to allow unrestricted access. When I finished, the wet wipe showed a couple of faint pink smears, but there was no evidence of profuse bleeding.
"All done now, how do you feel?" I asked.
"Okay. You made it sting a little but it's all right now.
"In that case I'll start to stretch you. Just remember, you can tell me to stop at any time."
"I won't," said Annette confidently.
I lubed up my index finger with KY Jelly and forced it into Annette's baby canal. It was tight, but not as tight as I feared it would me. And inside, Annette was just as hot as I guessed she might be, far hotter than my wife. I couldn't help but wonder whether all young girls were this hot.
"Ooh, that feels really weird," said Annette. "I can feel your finger in me."
I pumped my finger in and out a few times, then I tried to force it in every possible direction, hoping I was stretching Annette inside. I pumped my finger in and out a few more times and it seemed a little easier.
I extracted my finger and lubed up my thumb, then forced it into Annette's baby canal. It was extremely tight, but I repeated the same process I had used with my index finger and gradually Annette's baby canal stretched enough to let me pump my thumb in and out.
I replaced the thumb with two lubed fingers. Again I managed to insert them and gradually stretch Annette, but now I was able to force my fingers apart and the process of stretching Annette's immature baby canal gathered pace. Even so, by the time I had managed to force three fingers inside her, Annette was making impatient, fidgety movements with her hands. Clearly she was deriving no pleasure from the digital penetration, although I had managed to get my wife off several times that way. That served to remind me that Annette was still a child with a child's attention span. I couldn't help wondering what would be the appropriate equivalent to 'are we there yet' in this situation.
I noticed that in the process of withdrawing my fingers while pressing the front wall of Annette's baby canal her clitoral hood seemed to pull back, exposing her tiny immature clit. I couldn't help myself, lowering my head and teasing the little glans with the tip of my tongue again. That certainly got Annette's attention.
This time I experienced a strange mixture of the taste of Annette's tangy secretions tainted by the taste of KY Jelly. Annette's rate of breathing increased and I increased the pressure when I flicked her clit. This time, knowing what was about to happen, Annette didn't warn me that she was about to pee. When she clamped her hot thighs round my head and squeaked and shivered through her orgasm, her birth canal seem to flutter round my invading fingers since it lacked the muscle strength of maturity to clutch and grasp like my wife's would have done.
"I think you're just about ready now," I said, pulling out my fingers completely. "If you're sure you want to continue, I'm going to try to fuck you."
"Go ahead," Annette challenged.
I liberally lubed my cock with KY Jelly, and aimed it between Annette's inner labia. Then I pushed. Hard. At first I thought Annette was too tight, that I hadn't stretched her baby canal enough, but then she emitted a little grunt and yielded and the head of my dick slipped inside her.
Although I tried, the head of my dick was all I could get inside Annette. The normal in-out pistoning of fucking was clearly out of the question. Instead I sort of made little nudging pushes as though trying to penetrate deeper. Annette was as ferociously hot inside as I had come to expect, and together with her tightness, quickly had me panting hard and rapidly approaching orgasm. If I was fucking my wife and in danger of cumming this quickly, I would normally have eased off in order to prolong her enjoyment, but knowing Annette was deriving little or no pleasure from her immature baby canal, I just went for it.
I guess it took me less than two minutes before my groin tightened, the head of my dick swelled even more, then I unleashed several spurts of futile cum into Annette.
"Ooh, I can feel it squirting," commented Annette. "It's really weird."
My dick stayed mostly hard and I continued nudging it into Annette. With the help of my semen's lubrication, I managed to embed over half an inch of my shaft inside Annette's baby canal, in total nearly half my length. I knew I was fighting a losing battle because I wasn't going to be able to cum again anytime soon and eventually biology prevailed, my dick gradually losing its hardness.
"There," I announced as I conceded defeat, "you've now been fucked."
"Thank you," replied Annette. "That wasn't as bad as Pauline said it would be."
A thought occurred to me.
"How old is your sister?"
"She's almost an adult, twelve and a half."
It struck me that twelve and a half was very young to be so sexually knowledgeable. I couldn't help wondering whether Pauline had actually experienced sex or was just recycled what she been taught in a more advanced Relationship Studies class.
As my shrinking dick reluctantly conceded its place in Annette's hot, tight baby canal, I grabbed another antiseptic wet wipe and used it to plug the hole so she wouldn't drip.
"You'd better get cleaned up and dressed."
Holding the wet wipe between her legs, Annette headed for the bathroom and her clothes. That hadn't been bad at all; the towel I had put under Annette's butt was still clean and dry and the only collateral damage was a few soiled wet wipes and a streaked wax crayon. There was no sign of any hymenal blood on my dick, although it was pretty gunky from the KY Jelly and my churned up semen.
I gathered up my clothes and headed for the downstairs bathroom. There I gave my satisfied dick a thorough wash then got dressed. I went to the kitchen and almost immediately a fully-dressed Annette joined me.
"Do you want another drink?" I asked, pouring one for myself in order to clear away the taste of KY Jelly.
"Please," said Annette, so I refilled her glass too.
We drank in silence since we didn't really have anything to say to each other. Then Annette noticed the time on my kitchen clock.
"I'd better be going," she said.
I escorted Annette to the front door. When I looked out, I saw Mrs Surtees car in her driveway. I desperately sought inspiration as to how to avoid arousing her suspicions if she saw Annette leaving.
"My neighbour's back," I whispered to Annette. "I hope your acting's good."
She nodded.
I opened the front door and Annette stepped out, not knowing what I had planned.
"Thank you for walking Rocky for me," I said far too loudly, hoping that Mrs Surtees would hear. I took a five pound note from my pocket and handed it to Annette with a flourish. Her eyes grew wide as she took the unexpected gift. I hoped it wouldn't cause problems for her if her mother found it.
"Thank you," Annette replied, accepting the unexpected bounty.
I lowered my head towards Annette.
"Have a good time at the water park tomorrow," I whispered.
Annette's response was to lean up and kiss me on the cheek, before setting off jauntily towards home. I was glad she was wearing such a thick pair of panties because they would absorb any leakage. I just hoped her mother wouldn't inspect them too closely and find a crusty residue.
After Annette had left, the enormity of what I'd done began to gnaw at me. I had committed statutory rape. Of a nine year old. I knew just how the authorities would view that if they found out. I was dependent on a twelve and a half year old girl and her friends not to tell anyone, and I had a good idea just how unlikely that would be.
I couldn't seem to sleep that night, worried about how long it would be before the police came to arrest me. And what should I do with Rocky? Should I take him round to Mrs Surtees in anticipation?
When morning came I felt like a complete wreck, and still hadn't decided what to do. So, acting on autopilot, I did exactly the same as usual. I got up and had breakfast, then walked Rocky to the paper shop. When I got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find there wasn't a police car outside my house. I read my e-mails and my paper then had some dinner, after which I felt a bit better. The weather was nice, so I headed to the park as usual.
After giving Rocky a nice long walk I headed to my normal seat. There were a few girls sitting in their spot, but nothing like the usual numbers and there was no sign of Annette. Presumably that meant she had told her sister and her friends about me fucking her and earned her trip to the water park. Knowing it might be the last think I did as a free man, I got out my latest book and read the second half of it while Rocky lazed around in the shade.
I could feel the tension rise within me as I neared my home. What if there was a police car parked outside? I could hardly run. As I rounded the corner, I saw the coast was clear. Of course that didn't mean they hadn't been and gone, to come back another time.
That night matched the previous for both restlessness and feeling like a wreck when I woke up. As the previous day, I continued my usual routine, with a cold knot of expectation in my stomach that the police might arrive at any moment.
From my usual seat in the park, I saw that there was a full complement of girls again. I spotted Annette, but apart from a couple of looks in my direction, she gave no absolutely no acknowledgement. The other girls all ignored me as usual, which I interpreted to be a good sign.
I didn't dare go and talk to Annette. Instead I took out a new book and started to read it. After a few minutes I became completely engrossed in the story and temporarily forgot about my troubles.
I was dragged from my safe haven by Rocky becoming restless, so I packed up and headed for home. Again there was no police car waiting for me.
I refreshed Rocky's water bowl and put out some biscuits for him, then unlocked the dog flap so he could go into the garden. I was just wondering what to get myself to drink when the doorbell rang. My blood turned to ice. This was it, I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison.
Not in any hurry, but not deliberately procrastinating, I went to the front door and opened it. Annette was standing there. I don't think I've ever been so pleased to see someone in my life.
Hoping Annette hadn't been seen by Mrs Surtess, I quickly ushered the petite nine year old inside and shut the door. I led her into the kitchen.
"Ice cream and cola?" I asked.
"Yes please," she giggled.
I helped myself to another slice of cake plus a glass of cola.
"So, did you get to go to the water park?" I asked Annette.
"Yes, and I had a great time."
"So you told your sister about us fucking?"
"No, I didn't have to. Mum said that Pauline wasn't allowed to go unless she took me too."
"So why are you here then?"
"I enjoyed the good feelings so much that I want you give me more of them. And fucking should be better now my hymen's gone so I want you to do that again too."
So I did and I did and it was!
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