Gander Sauce Stories

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Gizmo (Mg, oral, anal, nc)

by Gander Sauce

It was the first time I had been to this canal towpath. I was hoping it would also be the last. So far I had had no luck, but dusk was falling and that was the ideal time for me.

Suddenly I saw her, hurrying in my direction. I wasn't sure of her age; she looked younger than I had hoped for but beggars can't be choosers. Her blonde bob nicely set off her oval face and she was dressed in a blue denim jacket, pink t-shirt, and blue denim jeans, loose enough to disguise her shape and keep me guessing about her maturity. She had a medium build, quite sturdy but not overweight.

I stepped up to the edge of the canal as the girl approached. She slowed down as though nervous about my presence and made to give me a wide berth. I pretended not to notice her presence, but gave the sack next to me a surreptitious nudge. Immediately it started squirming and mewing. I picked up the sack and pulled my arm back as though to heave it into the middle of the canal.

"Mister?"

I pretended to be startled by the girl's presence and turned to look at her.

"What's in the sack?" she asked.

"I tried to give them away," I explained sadly, "but there were just too many of them. This is the only way I could think of to get rid of them."

"Please don't hurt them," the girl beseeched, wide-eyed.

"It's for the best," I replied, pulling my arm back a second time, and the sack squirmed and mewed again.

"No, please, I'll do anything," she begged, "just don't kill them."

I pretended to think for a few moments.

"I won't kill them if you let me play with your pussy?"

A look of bewilderment crossed the girl's face.

"I don't have a pussy," she said uncertainly.

"Yes you do, down there."

I pointed at the crotch of her jeans.

"Mum says I mustn't let anyone touch me down there because it's wrong. You're not a very nice man."

The girl's tone had come over all huffy, and she turned to continue on her way.

"Your choice."

I pulled my arm back a third time to the accompaniment of more squirming and mewing.

"STOP! Okay. Just don't harm the kittens."

The girl thought for a while, a nervous frown playing across her face.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

"No, we'd just get to know each other and fool around a little."

She didn't look all that relieved at my reassurance.

"Let's go somewhere more private," I continued.

I held out my spare hand towards her, and reluctantly she grasped it. Savouring the portentous soft warmth of the girl's little hand, I led her along a footpath away from the canal, through some trees until we reached a disused hut I had scouted out earlier, about a hundred yards from the canal. It was clean and dry inside.

I put the sack down, and it resumed squirming and mewing.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? What's your name?"

"Sophie."

"That's a nice name. It means 'wise'. My name is Joe and I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance. How old are you, Sophie?"

"Ten."

I nearly gasped with shock; she was even younger than I thought.

"Now let's take off those jeans so I can get a good look at you."

Sophie hesitated uncertainly.

"I don't think that's a very good idea," she said in a small voice.

"Your choice."

I picked up the sack, which started squirming and mewing again, and made for the door of the hut.

"OKAY!"

Sophie turned away from me and unfastened her jeans, pushing them down her shapely legs until they pooled at her ankles. Her underpants were definitely not intended for public viewing, plain white cotton turned greyish and baggy after many washes, and yet there was no disguising the sweet swellings of one of the most spectacular bubble- butts I had ever seen. My cock, which had been idling in readiness, suddenly shot to full, straining erection.

"Now the underpants."

"Please don't make me, I don't want to."

Sophie's voice sounded strained, as though she were about to burst into tears.

"But I can't play with your pussy if it's all covered up."

I put the sack back down, and it squirmed and mewed again.

Sniffling hard, as though stifling back tears, Sophie reluctantly pulled the greyish garment down to her knees, revealing a butt as spectacular as the underpant-clad view had promised, magnificent firm milky-white orbs separated by an enticing crevice atop firm shapely white thighs.

Sophie stopped as if frozen in a half-crouch, holding the underpants round her knees. Impatient, I moved behind her and seizing the offending garment, yanked it crudely down to her ankles.

"Noooo!" she sobbed, but made no attempt to pull them back up or flee.

"Let me help you with these."

I lifted first one ankle then the other and pulled her jeans and underpants over them so Sophie was nude from the hips down to her trainers. I spread the jeans on the wooden floor, then pushed Sophie down until she was lying on them. She was sobbing quietly now, her thighs clenched tightly with her hands clasped over her pussy.

I took off my own jeans and boxers, revealing my straining erection, but Sophie shut her eyes and refused to look at it. I gave the sack a gentle kick to make it squirm and mew again, causing Sophie to sob loudly.

On my hands and knees I took Sophie's ankles and pulled them wide apart. Sophie didn't resist but kept her hands clamped over her pussy. I crawled between her parted knees and grasped her wrists firmly.

"Let's have a look at your pretty little pussy."

I pulled Sophie's hands away from her pussy. She had a typical little-girl pussy; prominent mount, fat pussy lips and no hair. I cupped her mound, then gently rubbed her pussy with my hand.

"There, there, that doesn't feel so bad, does it?"

Sophie snuffled loudly, but as I continued rubbing I felt some of her tension ebb away.

"Do you do this in bed at night to make yourself feel good?"

"NO! Yes. Maybe."

With my free hand, I took one of Sophie's hot little hands and placed it on my cock, which jerked gratefully at the contact. At least she didn't snatch it away, and I even caught her taking a quick peek.

I pressed deeper, sliding a finger between her pussy lips as I continued to rub. Sophie was completely dry even though I knew she was getting pleasant feelings from my actions.

"You're holding my cock in your hand. If you rub it up and down you'll make me feel good."

Sophie's hand remained motionless. Perhaps it was a good thing. I was so aroused at the sight of Sophie's magnificent butt that it wouldn't have taken much to push me over the edge.

I edged back a little way and lowered my head to Sophie's pussy. First I kissed her gently on the lips, then I prised them apart with my fingers and inserted my tongue. Sophie gasped and tried to pull away, but I gripped her by the thighs and held her in position. She tasted mildly stale and pissy but not unbearably unpleasant. I licked and sucked the insides of her lips, and the unpleasant taste quickly dissipated.

As I continued to lick and suck, I felt Sophie relax again so I released my grip on her thighs, leaving red marks fading on her white flesh.

While licking and sucking I tried to push in a finger. I had no more than a fingertip inside her hot, impossibly tight hole when I encountered a barrier. Sophie's hymen was intact. Feeling this smallest of invasions, Sophie clenched her muscles and tried in vain to close her thighs. I removed the finger and carried on sucking and licking as though nothing had happened.

I slowly worked my way upwards until I encountered her crinkled little piss-hole. Sophie gasped when I licked round it and tried to force the tip of my tongue in, but didn't try to resist.

At last I reached Sophie's clitoral hood, but although licking and sucking it studiously, her little button refused to make its presence felt. My tongue was getting tired of licking and sucking dry skin, so it was time to move on.

"Get on your hands and knees please."

Sophie looked surprised at my order. She was no longer sobbing, but there were tear-tracks down her cheeks. She made no movement to comply, so I physically had to pull her up and turn her over. Her baggy t-shirt hung down low so I could see all the way up to her completely flat chest and boyish nipples.

Kneeling behind Sophie, I parted her lips again and tried some more licking and sucking but to no avail.

I grasped her magnificent orbs and pulled them apart, then buried my head between them. I licked from her perineum up to the pink puckered sphincter, which I teased with the tip of my tongue. My cock was now rock hard and leaking precum. I just had to take her there. I didn't have any lube with me, but I did have some lubricated condoms - I just hoped that would be enough.

I ripped open a thin foil wrapper, squeezed the tip of the condom flat, then unfurled the thin rubber over my cock. I positioned myself behind Sophie, between her thighs, and lined up my cock nuzzling the pink sphincter.

"Just let yourself relax and let me in."

I pushed my cock against the sphincter but Sophie clenched her muscles in a show of resistance. I reached out with my foot and nudged the sack. Sophie couldn't see it squirm, but she could hear the mewing. Sophie relaxed her sphincter and somehow I managed to force the head of my cock inside her before she clenched all her muscles again in protest.

"It hurts," she whimpered. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"Just relax then it won't hurt. It's just like doing a poo, but in reverse. That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"It does sometimes."

Nevertheless Sophie tried to relax her muscles and I slid in a bit further. Even wearing a condom the tightness and heat were just fantastic and I could imagine the tip of the condom slowly filling with precum. Now I was firmly inside her, I couldn't resist running my hands over those magnificent orbs and kneading the firm but yielding flesh.

Sophie clenched all her muscles again.

"I need to do a poo."

Sophie thrust out with all her strength, trying to evict my invading member. It had the reverse effect, enabling me to slide in more easily. Suddenly the fullness became too much for Sophie, and her muscles went slack then clenched around me as she cramped, almost bringing me off.

I stopped pushing and lowered a hand underneath Sophie so I could gently rub her pussy. She was still dry, but the mild sensations of pleasure helped her relax and recover from the cramps.

I resumed pushing while continuing to rub Sophie's pussy. Little by little I penetrated deeper and deeper until I was balls deep in Sophie's rectum, my belly crushing against those magnificent cool milky-white fleshy orbs, her sphincter wrapped deliciously round the base of my cock, making me feel about to explode.

There was absolutely no chance of fucking Sophie's butt properly because she was so tight. Instead I wrapped an arm around her to grasp her firmly by the waist. I paired two fingers from the hand which had been massaging Sophie's pussy and took aim.

I thrust hard into Sophie's virgin cunt, bursting through her hymen. Sophie screamed and clenched every muscle in her body, and that was enough to start my cock throbbing and spurting. I clung on desperately as Sophie tried in vain to buck me off or dislodge me, her frantic efforts serving only to prolong my orgasm, shooting spurt after spurt after spurt of cum into the condom, probably the most prolonged and memorable orgasm of my life.

As the pain subsided, Sophie collapsed onto the floor sobbing, trapping my hand under her belly and my fingers inside cunt. With difficulty I managed to slide them out from under her, noting the red streaks of blood from Sophie's torn hymen. Although the base of my cock was still trapped by Sophie's sphincter, I had lost some of my hardness and I was able to slowly pull out my cock.

The condom was flecked with shit stains but I had a surprise when I pulled out completely - the condom had burst from the volume, and my cum was all still trapped inside Sophie's rectum.

Sophie lay there, her young body heaving as she sobbed, a couple of trickles of red seeping from her pussy lips. I reached out with a foot and nudged the sack, which reacted by squirming and mewing.

"You bastard, I hate you."

Sophie suddenly grabbed her jeans and underpants and made a bolt for the door. I made no move to stop her.

I peeled off the used condom and pulled up my boxers and jeans. I checked around inside the hut to make sure I hadn't left anything behind, then I set off on the footpath away from the canal, walking fast to get away as quickly as possible, but not so quickly as to arouse suspicion, although it was now dark and there was nobody around.

The jolting from the fast pace kept setting off the motion sensor on the gizmo I had constructed so after a couple of hundred yards I stopped for a moment to open the sack and remove its battery. I also took the opportunity to toss the used condom into a foul-smelling drainage ditch, where nature would quickly degrade any possible evidence.

That would be the first and last time I'd visit that canal. When I got home I'd get on Google Maps to choose the next one.


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