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It was a lovely evening so I had decided to take Trig to the park for a walk.
Trig is my neighbours' dog, a sort of rough-haired terrier cross. The neighbours had only moved in a few months back, but they had asked me to look after their dog while they were on holiday. I would normally have said no but the neighbours had twin daughters, pre- school but already cute as buttons, and there was no harm in taking the long view. They obviously didn't know why the previous neighbours had moved out, not that they'd had any hard evidence.
I gravitated towards the children's play area and spotted her almost immediately. Most of the kids were about eight or nine, a bit too young for my tastes, it already being too late for the really young ones, but this girl looked about ten or eleven. Thin as a rake, dirty blonde hair, probably dyed, tied back in a pony-tail, white t-shirt and dark blue pleated skirt, not a school skirt but still a strange garment for a kid to wear in the play area.
As soon as our eyes met it was like a jolt of electricity had passed between us. I knew, she knew, and we both knew that each other knew. She gave me a secretive little smile. I found a bench facing the play area and sat down to watch her, letting out the extensible lead so that Trig could roam around at will, sniffing the hidden messages left in the grass by other canines.
The girl didn't disappoint. She ascended the climbing frame, hooked her knees over the top bar and dangled upside down, her skirt falling to her chest, exposing her thick white knickers and pale concave stomach. My cock grew hard at the sight of her slender white thighs, and I discreetly massaged myself through the front of my jeans, knowing the girl was watching. In turn she raised her hand to the crotch of her knickers and rubbed.
"Clemmie's showing her knickers, Clemmie's showing her knickers."
The other kids had noticed Clemmie, but not the target of her display. Slowly and deliberately she took her hand away then swung back up, her face red with having been upside down for so long. She continued to play with the other kids on the slide and the swings, frequently sneaking glances in my direction. I had gotten close to cumming at her display on the climbing frame but I stopped massaging myself when she alighted. However my cock stayed hard as I continued to stare fixedly at the girl.
Finally the younger kids decided it was time they were home, and all of them left the play area, Clemmie lagging behind somewhat. I got off the bench and made my way over to intercept her. Up close I noticed the cute smattering of freckles on her face, like little fairy kisses, and the incredible paleness of her baby blue eyes, at once both childlike and innocent and yet womanly and worldly-wise.
"How much?" I asked her.
"What?"
The question had surprised but not shocked her. I knew that look in her eyes.
"You know what I want," I said, quietly but firmly.
Clemmie thought for a second; she obviously didn't have a clue what to charge.
"Twenty, up front," she decided, holding out her hand.
"Ten now, ten after."
"Okay, but I've got to take the kids home. Do you know The Cut?"
The Cut, short for 'The Cutting', was a little-used railway siding that passed under the road about fifty yards from the park. I nodded.
"There's a gap in the fence. Make your way down under the bridge and I'll meet you there in ten minutes."
I handed her a ten and set off in the direction of The Cut. It was possible she'd take the ten and scarper but somehow I didn't think so.
Down in The Cut I tied Trig to a convenient branch and looked around. I found a discarded piece of old cardboard which was dry and didn't smell too badly. Clemmie was on time, half-sliding down the steep slope to join me. She led the way under the bridge and I laid the cardboard on the ground. Words were unnecessary; Clemmie reached up underneath her skirt and pulled her knickers down and off, then hitching her skirt up to the waist she laid back on the cardboard. Clemmie pulled her knees wide apart, giving me a clear view of her prepubescent cunt, puffy-lipped and hairless, just how I like them.
I knelt between Clemmie's skinny thighs and lowered my head towards her cunt. Clemmie was surprised, she had expected me to get straight down to business. I parted her dry cunt lips and planted my mouth on them, giving them a kiss. Clemmie gave a nervous giggle. She tasted a bit stale and pissy, but when I stick my tongue out and started licking the taste soon went away. I licked the length of Clemmie's cunt lips, then sucked the inner labia into my mouth, salivating on them for lubrication.
To my surprise Clemmie started producing juices of her own, thick and tart. I sucked them up, teasing and prodding her with my tongue. Clemmie was breathing quite heavily and I realised she was getting quite aroused. I forced my tongue deep into her cunt, as expected finding no hymen, and Clemmie pushed back, trying to increase the contact and take me deeper. As I tongue-fucked the girl I blindly felt my way round her hood with my fingertips, eventually finding her stiff little button. Clemmie moaned loudly as I teased the little glans, and thrust her cunt against me even harder. Faster and faster I tongue-fucked her, flicking and pinching her little clit until suddenly she went rigid, clenching her thighs round my head, then shuddering as the orgasm washed over her.
"Oh God, that was wicked!" she exclaimed.
"Was that your first orgasm?"
"I guess so. If that's what they feel like I want lots and lots more."
I let Clemmie rest for a few minutes, lying beside her and stroking her thighs. Her legs were covered in fine little blonde downy hair; she was a natural blonde after all.
Eventually I made my move, standing up to shed my jeans and boxers, leaving my straining erection pointing at Clemmie.
"Not bad for an old man," she said approvingly.
"Hey, not so old," I protested. "Ready to fuck?" the first time the unspoken word had passed between us.
"I guess so."
Clemmie parted her knees wide again and I knelt between them, noticing her cunt was still glistening slightly. I grasped her ankles, my fingers and thumbs easily encircling them, and hitched them up over my shoulders, lifting her arse off the cardboard. I got my first sight of her cute little brown crinkled hole. I wished I had some lubricant with me. Another time perhaps.
I positioned my cock at the entrance to Clemmie's cunt and pushed hard. My cock slid in. She was hot and tight and her velvety sheath took almost my whole length.
"You're a bit bigger than my dad."
"Is he the one who taught you?"
"Yes. I miss him."
"What happened?"
"Mum caught us fucking and slung him out. I haven't heard from him since, not even a birthday card."
I fucked Clemmie hard and mercilessly. She was bloody good for a kid, taking my pounding and squeezing her cunt muscles to massage my cock. I tried to draw out the experience but when I saw her concave tummy rising and falling at my pistoning, all too soon I lost control and squirted what felt like bucket-loads of cum deep inside her. I don't think she came but she didn't complain.
I slipped my shrinking cock from Clemmie's cunt, feeling the chill as the cool air encountered its slimy coating. I lay back on the cardboard, panting. Clemmie got up and put her kickers back on, smoothing her skirt down afterwards as though nothing had happened.
"Aren't you afraid of leaking?"
"A little, but these knickers will soak everything up. I'll put them to wash before mum finds them."
Reluctantly too I got up, and wiped my slimy flaccid cock with a tissue before putting my boxers and jeans back on. Clemmie stood there with an expectant look on her face until I realised what she wanted.
"Thanks, you were great. Want to do it again some time?" I asked, handing her a second tenner.
"Sure."
Clemmie seized the note triumphantly.
"That's my dinner paid for."
"Doesn't your mum make you dinner," I asked.
"Now dad's gone she has to work late. She won't be home till midnight. There's food in the freezer but I prefer to get a takeaway when I can afford it."
I thought quickly. Midnight was several hours away.
"How would you like to earn another twenty? I'll treat you to a takeaway as well if you come back to my place."
"Sure," Clemmie's face lit up.
Clemmie struggled to climb up the side of the bank back to the road, so I put my hand under her skirt on her knicker-clad buttocks and gave her a boost, not missing the opportunity to give the fleshy orbs a squeeze. Although a skinny little thing, she had a surprisingly nice arse on her. She turned her head and gave me a knowing smile.
The bank was no problem to Trig, and I let him help pull me up the steep slope, where Clemmie was waiting for me at the top.
"Which way?" she asked.
The nearest takeaway was good but had a limited range. One slightly farther away was almost as good but served an eclectic range from traditional fish and chips through to pizza and even a few Indian and Chinese dishes. Since I didn't know what Clemmie liked, I guessed that would be the better option. I indicated the direction and we set off.
"Tell me about yourself," I said. "I know you're called Clemmie and you live alone with your mum."
"I hate being called Clemmie. My full name's Clementine but I prefer Clem. The other kids call me Clemmie to tease me."
"I'm sorry, I'll call you Clem from now on. How old are you, what school do you go to, who are your friends?"
No harm in laying the ground to expand my circle of contacts in case some of them are receptive to my sort of attentions.
Once I got her talking, Clem chattered away nineteen-to-the-dozen. She had turned eleven a couple of weeks ago, that's why the disappointment of not hearing from her dad was so fresh in her mind. At the moment she went to the junior school just round the corner from me but she would move up to senior school after the summer holidays and she wasn't looking forward to it. She didn't have any really close friends because she was too poor to buy all the trendy gear to fit in, but she sometimes hung out with Padma and Jovanna. Poor kid, I thought, buttonholing her in the misfits' clique.
We reached the takeaway and I tied up Trig outside.
Inside I was very conscious that the assistant recognised me despite my infrequent visits and it was possible she knew Clem too. What if she thought there was something odd about us being together?
"Order what you like," I invited Clem, and despite my misgivings that she might go over the top, she chose a small pizza, chips and a strawberry milkshake.
I ordered a couple of jumbo sausages with no batter, chips, mushy peas and a ginger beer.
After the food arrived I paid, then we collected Trig, who had been waiting patiently, and set off at a fast pace towards my house. Again I felt misgivings; what if the neighbours saw us? Fortunately my immediate neighbours were on holiday and we didn't see anyone else.
I dropped Trig off to his own home, refilled his water bowl and put out half a tin of dog food for him, then I locked him in and returned to my own house where Clem was hopping from foot to foot on my doorstep.
"Hurry up, I'm bursting to go."
I opened the door and told Clem where to find the toilet, and she sprinted up the stairs like a greyhound. I got some plates, napkins and cutlery and took them into the lounge. I drew the curtains and switched the lights on.
A short while later I heard the toilet flush, then Clem came back down the stairs at a more sedate pace.
"Nice place," she commented when she found me.
"Yes. My parents let me have it cheap when they moved into a retirement home. Right, here's a plate and some cutlery but there's a house rule we have to eat naked."
Clem giggled, then she saw my serious expression.
"You mean it, don't you!"
In response I pulled my t-shirt over my head and started unbuckling my jeans. Somewhat reluctantly Clem followed suit. Pretty soon we were both naked, and I got my first complete view of the little nymphet. She was completely flat-chested, with only the slightest hint that her little tawny nipples weren't a boy's. My cock rose to attention and Clem giggled, but our food was getting cold.
I sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa and facing the TV. I clicked the remote to switch it on - there was a lightweight, inoffensive comedy-drama showing.
"Oh, I like this programme," said Clem, sitting down beside me on the carpet, also leaning against the sofa.
We tipped our food onto our plates and began to eat, ignoring the cutlery and picking at our food with our fingers. Clem was absorbed in the TV programme, I was absorbed in watching Clem, my cock remaining achingly hard.
Despite her tiny frame, Clem totally demolished her pizza and chips, then noisily sucked up her strawberry milkshake. I ate my chips and peas and one of the jumbo sausages then sipped my ginger beer.
"Aren't you going to eat that?" asked Clem, having finished her meal and noticing my spare jumbo sausage.
I didn't say anything in response, but wiped my fingers clean on my napkin. Then I crawled over to where Clem was sitting, grasped her by her slender ankles and pulled her gently away from the sofa until she was flat on the carpet. I pushed her ankles apart, then crawled my way between then, pushing her knees wide apart too. This time I lowered my mouth to one of her tawny nipples, sucking and teasing it with my tongue while I reached for the other nipple with my hand and gently rolled it between finger and thumb.
I felt slight stiffening in response to my ministrations, but Clem didn't seem to be getting anything from it. I kissed my way down each prominent bony rib, stopping off to gently blow on her navel and tease it with my tongue, before eventually reaching her cunt. When I kissed it, I realised that she had used my bathroom to freshen up, but there was still a slight pissy taste and something a bit different, the result of my previous deposit.
I avoided tongue penetration this time, concentrating on licking and sucking her labia and clit until they engorged with blood and she produced some lubrication. Then I took the remaining still-warm jumbo sausage and gently inserted it into Clem's cunt.
"Oooh, that is so nasty," she squealed, but made no move to resist.
The greasy sausage slid into Clem easily, almost up to halfway, but I didn't want to use too much force to press it deeper in case it disintegrated. I proceeded to fuck Clem with the sausage while continuing to tease and flick her clit with my tongue. As Clem responded I speeded up until I was fucking her quite vigorously. Suddenly she went rigid, then shuddered through her second ever orgasm.
I took the greasy sausage, now coated with her juices, out of Clem's cunt and held the end up to her mouth. At first she looked at it in bewilderment tinged with disgust, then she steeled herself and took a bit off the end. I bit some more off and chewed it slowly. Clem's tangy juices definitely enhanced the taste. I held it up for Clem to take another bite, and we alternated until nearly half the sausage had gone.
I turned the sausage round and inserted the intact end back into Clem's cunt, causing her to gasp with surprise. When fully inserted there wasn't enough protruding to grasp it by, so I left it in place while I tormented Clem with my tongue again. Although she had come down from her orgasm she was still highly aroused and it wasn't long before she was panting hard and thrusting her cunt back against my face. She quickly reached another orgasm, freezing rigid then shuddering violently.
As Clem recovered I gently extracted the sausage from her cunt, still warm from her body heat. We shared it as before, taking bites in turn until it was finished.
Clem looked angelically tired, a few stray wisps of her blonde hair plastered to her face by sweat. She noticed my cock was still rock hard and weeping slightly.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked.
"Yes."
I got up and went towards the lounge door.
"Where are you going?" she asked with a puzzled expression on her face.
"To get something. I'll be back in a moment."
My hard cock flapped wildly from side to side as I raced up the stairs. I opened the bathroom cabinet and looked for something I could use. The only candidate was a jar of Vaseline. Oh well, that would have to do. I made a quick detour into my bedroom to collect something I'd never used before - a strap-on rabbit-ear vibrator.
When I re-entered the lounge, Clem was sitting back against the sofa again.
"What did you get?" she asked.
I held up the jar of Vaseline.
"What do you need that for?" she asked quizzically.
"Actually it's for you," I teased.
"What do I want with that?"
Obviously Clem's dad hadn't used her as I was intending to.
"It's to make things easier when I fuck your arse."
"What? You're kidding, right?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Didn't your dad ever fuck your arse?"
"Never. Won't it hurt? Surely it won't fit," she said anxiously.
"It might do if you're not relaxed enough, which is why I also got this."
I held up the vibrator and got an uncomprehending stare. She didn't have a clue what it was.
"On your knees and up against the sofa," I instructed her.
She rose on to her knees and shuffled up against the sofa.
"Now bend over so your body is lying on the sofa."
Clem tried, but her legs were too short. I had her kneel on a cushion and that solved the problem. Her ass was now at just the right height when I kneeled behind her. I strapped on the vibrator but didn't activate it.
"What does that do?"
"You'll find out later."
I opened the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a generous glob, plastering it on Clem's little brown puckered portal, causing her to shiver. I gently teased a fingertip round the little brown opening, letting Clem get accustomed to the feel, then as she relaxed I pressed at the opening itself. I was able to slide my finger in without too much difficulty, and proceeded to work it in and out, finger fucking the girl to loosen her up. I followed with a second finger, making sure her passage was liberally coated with Vaseline as I worked my fingers in and out, prising her open. Finally, with difficulty, I added a third finger. Inserting my cock was going to be a real challenge.
My cock was rock hard and leaking precum, so I cut short the warm-up. I coated my cock liberally with Vaseline, put my hands on her fleshy orbs and pulled them wide apart to facilitate access, then positioned the head of my cock against the crinkled portal.
"Push out, as though you're having a shit," I instructed Clem.
"But won't I mess up the carpet?"
"You'll be plugged tight."
Clem pushed out and the sphincter winked open. I pushed hard and the head of my cock slid into her anus until she suddenly clenched her muscles hard. Now it was time for the vibrator. I turned it on, selecting the random program.
The vibrator started buzzing gently on low, not directly touching Clem's clit but gently teasing the surrounding area. I felt Clem slowly relax again and I pushed, sliding my cock in farther until the head was firmly embedded inside her and her sphincter was gripping my shaft. She was so hot and tight it was incredible.
Suddenly the vibrator switched to high. Clem clenched all her muscles tightly and I found my groin tighten in response. I clenched my own muscles hard to try to stave off the orgasm but it was no use, my throbbing cock firing its jets of cum into Clem's bowels.
My first reaction was disappointment. My cock was less than a couple of inches inside Clem and I had shot my load. Then I realised my cock was still rock hard, the blood trapped inside it by Clem's tight sphincter. Now I could penetrate her at my leisure since the edge had been taken off my arousal.
As the vibrator switched back to low, I felt Clem relax. I pushed again and felt my cock slide in farther. Gradually I was able to force myself deeper and deeper, stopping when the vibrator gave a burst on high, resuming when it switched back to low. I could feel resistance within Clem's body, but as I continued pushing I could feel her organs rearrange themselves as she stretched to accommodate me.
"No more," whimpered Clem in a quiet voice, "it hurts and I really need to shit."
I could feel the tremors in her little body as she sobbed.
"Not much farther," I reassured her, gently stroking her hair, "it will be so much better when I'm in all the way."
The vibrator switched down to low again and Clem relaxed. I pushed, and a little more of my cock was engulfed by her tight, hot little tube. Suddenly Clem's internal muscles went into convulsions as she cramped around me, then instinctively she pushed out as hard as she could, trying to expel me. Instead I firmly grasped her bony thighs and pushed in as hard as I could.
Clem clenched every muscle in her body as she stifled a scream. Trapped between my cock and the sofa there was nowhere for her to go. I felt something give way inside her and my cock slid in the rest of the way, up to the hilt, with my belly squashed against her fleshy orbs and my balls pressing against her perineum. The feeling of her tight sphincter's vice-like grasp round the base of my cock was absolutely incredible.
Clem was sobbing loudly. I didn't move but I switched off the vibrator while she became accustomed.
"I hate you," she wailed, "that really hurt."
Slowly the sobs died away and I turned the vibrator to high. Clem immediately tensed all her muscles, but as the vibrator worked its magic she gradually relaxed. As she became more aroused she started pushing back against me and rotating her hips, as though straining for something to rub her clit against.
Clem's anus was far too small and tight to piston in and out. Instead I thrust forward with my hips, butting her gently. Since I was already embedded up to the hilt I couldn't penetrate any deeper but it created an arousing sensation along the length of my cock.
Gradually I became more and more aroused, my rock-hard cock feeling almost as though it would burst from its internal pressure. Clem answered my little thrusts, timing her pushing back to coincide. I felt my groin tighten as my climax neared and I groped underneath Clem's thigh for her cunt. I was surprised at how wet she was, her solid little clit standing hard to attention.
I lightly teased the clit with a fingertip and suddenly Clem was there, going stark rigid before her whole body spasmed with pleasure round my cock. That pulled me over the edge and my cock throbbed and jerked manically as my sperm jetted deep into Clem's bowels. Even after my balls were drained, my cock continued to throb and jerk for long minutes as it futilely tried to add to the deposit I had just left.
After the longest, most powerful orgasm of my life, I collapsed, panting onto Clem's sweat-soaked back.
"I can't breath," whimpered Clem
Reluctantly I pulled myself upright again, peeling our damp bodies apart where our sweat had united us. Although still tightly trapped by Clem's sphincter, I could feel my cock slowly losing its hardness. I gently pulled, and it slid out of Clem's rectum, the air filling with the pungent odour. There was an almost inaudible plop as the head emerged, and Clem's sphincter closed up behind it. Mercifully there was no blood on my cock so I hadn't done any lasting damage. Even so, freed from her entrapment, Clem collapsed on the floor clutching her tummy.
"That was absolutely amazing and you're a very special little girl," I praised her as I gently brushed away the tear tracks from her face. "I'll pay you double for being so good. And next time it won't be so uncomfortable for you."
Clem's little face lit up as though someone had pressed the 'on' switch.
"Really? You want to do this again?"
"Absolutely. But now we have to get cleaned up. We both need a shower first. Can you stand?"
"I think so."
Clem struggled uncertainly to her feet, still clutching her tummy. I half carried her upstairs into the bathroom.
"I need to shit first," and she sat on the toilet.
I saw her push hard with her internal muscles. She emitted a loud rasping fart, then managed to squeeze out a few drops of heavily tainted semen. She giggled, then wiped herself and flushed.
Clem was still unsteady on her feet so we had to shower together. Normally sharing a shower with a naked sex partner is just about the most erotic experience you can imagine, but my cock was still limp and my balls totally drained and I had to keep grabbing Clem when her knees buckled.
Clean and dry I helped her back downstairs where I let her have a nap on the sofa. When it got to nearly eleven I made us both coffee then shook her awake.
"It's eleven o'clock. Drink this and get dressed so I can get you home before your mum."
At the mention of the time, the sleepy little girl suddenly jolted into panic mode. She threw on her clothes and gratefully gulped the coffee. She seemed to have recovered from the ass-fuck with no long- lasting ill effects.
"Where do you live? I'll drive you home," I offered.
"God no, if the neighbours see me get out of a strange man's car I'll be grounded for the rest of my life."
Clem told me her address anyway; she lived a ten minute stroll away so she had plenty of time to get home. Even so, after gulping down the coffee she made a bee-line for the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.
Clem stopped, and looked at me quizzically. She looked so cute standing there that I felt twinges of life returning to my cock.
I flourished four tenners at her. I wish I had recorded the range of expressions on her little face; the shock that she had nearly left without being paid for her ordeal, the horror that she could be so stupid, and the gratitude that I was so honest. She bounded over to me and grabbed the tenners, then unsolicited, she hooked her arms round my neck and reached up and kissed me on the cheek. I could still smell the strawberries on her breath.
"Thank you," almost sobbing with happiness.
"How do I contact you about next time?"
There followed a frantic couple of minutes where we raised and discarded a number of suggestions, before Clem came up with one which we thought would work. We decided that when I wanted to see her I would put a menu from 'our' takeaway through her door during the day as though it been delivered as junk mail. Clem would see it when she got home from school and know to get in touch, but if her mum should see it first it would seem completely innocent.
I reluctantly opened the door and let Clem go. How I wished she could have stayed the night, as I watched her pale, skinny calves pumping hard while she disappeared into the night.
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