http://www.asstr.org/~srb Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, and basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. Any websites that want to host my story must have expressed written consent to do so. I will list all websites that I have granted permission to list my stories there. If you are reading this now and find this on a new website, then please email me at somerandombastard (at) yahoo (dot) com This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental. So here's a new one folks, this is different than most of my stuff. If it offends you, well it's kind of supposed to. So don't get too hung up on it. Don't know where this came out of really, just sort of woke up and wrote it in four or five hours, and edited it tonight. It could be a series, but I'm kinda hoping it isn't, I don't feel like another whole long series right now. But you can't control what stories you write sometimes. Enjoy, leave comments if you feel the need to. Thanks to Basil for a thought or two on it. Maybe I found the bad sentence you couldn't locate. One last note, I came up with the note from the color, not the mellow yellow song. The title will be the last reference. (I'm Just Crazy About) Saffron "This is, better than, sex ed!" I grunted, plowing my cock into my pretty little Saffron. She was sopping wet, as usual, taking all ten inches of my thick cock with ease. It's not even that big really, last year I barely made the cutoff. The rule is 'one inch for one year'. My last birthday, they had to come with a ruler just to be sure. But I'm getting bigger and bigger with each day. I can tell, and for my eleventh birthday I won't have to worry. My dad would kill me if his only son had a little pin dick, and had to be sent to the feminization camps to become a shemale. It would kill his political career too. My dad has one of the biggest cocks in the city. Most boys grow an inch every year until they're eighteen years old, and inches long. But he's well over two feet long! I should know, I've been watching him and mom fuck for years now, ever since I grew old enough to have sex, at the age of five. I idolized the way the he would pound my mother three times a day, leaving her drooling, satisfied, and full of cum every time. Every time! Not just once and a while, but my mom was never left wanting. Ever since I was young I didn't want to be a fireman, or a baseball player, I just wanted to have a cock the size of my father's and fill up girls like little Saffron everyday. Oh little Saffron, she was quite a cutie really. She wasn't gorgeous like my assigned sex partner at school, Amanda, but Amanda was usually a bitch about things. Of course Saffron was younger, I've always been into the younger girls. She's only eight, two years younger than me, but she's way ahead of the curve for her grade. It's the only reason they let us fuck, that and the fact that we're neighbors. When I was her age, I was trying to fuck the six and seven year old girls. Ever since I could fuck, I wanted to go after the younger girls, but I couldn't touch anyone under five. Not that I didn't want to, they were just in chastity belts until then. God I hated having to wear that as a kid. I grabbed onto her tits, already DDs. Most girls in her class were lucky to have D cup breasts, even a couple in my class didn't have D cups yet, but they didn't need to until next year. If they didn't, well then they'd have to undergo hormone therapy. Not a pretty thing, the girls become like human cows. Well I guess they're happy, they're usually mooing as they milk, and we all need something to put our cornflakes in every morning. I've always wondered what it'd be like to actually drink milk straight from a tit, ever since our field trip to the farm. But these tits were huge on her eight year old body. I grabbed them hard, she loved that and always squealed in delight. I don't know why it was that I liked her so much. Of course it was the fact that she was younger, like I said, I like the younger girls. And her tits were huge. She was definitely top heavy. Her breasts made up about a quarter of her body weight, and I could tell. Unfortunately she had a little baby bottom, but that was fine. I never liked the bootylicious badonkadonk personally, but I wouldn't have minded a rounder bottom. Her red locks always caught my eyes, a real redhead too. I had checked and made sure that the drapes matched the carpets before. She even shaved the fine, fire colored hairs for me, when she didn't have to until she was in my grade. I just liked how they looked smaller, younger when they were shaved like that. Plus it smelled better, and made eating her out easier. Honestly I think it's her attitude. Like I just said, when I wanted her to shave, she shaved, just for me, even in front of me. That was pretty hot to watch too. But it's not just that, but all the little things. My usual classmate Amanda was a bitch about everything. She almost had us fail a class because she wouldn't swallow my cum after sucking me off. Hello, that's the whole assignment you dumb bitch! I did my part for lasting a whole half hour, not that your crappy blowjob was doing much. Anyway, Saffron loved doing whatever I asked her to do. She would suck me off and slurp all the cum in her mouth, gargling my semen like a twelve year old. She let me fuck her ass, even though she didn't have to. Girls didn't have to give up their ass until they were teenagers, but she was going for advanced studies. I grunted, reaching down in between her legs to rub her clit, like my dad had always done. Right above she had a growing futanari girl cock. It wasn't too big yet, only five inches, maybe. I hadn't measured. But she was young, and the futas didn't have the same measurement rules until they were thirteen. And five inches was big for her age, and she hadn't even undergone puberty yet. When she did, any day now, she might sprout another three inches overnight. I for one couldn't wait for that day. Then I'd be the one getting advanced studies all right. I mean it's not like I didn't want to get fucked by a futanari, but I wanted to make sure that when Saffron took my anal cherry, that she was big enough. A five inch cock would barely stretch my asshole out, and she was barely cumming a cup of jizz at a time, not nearly enough to fill me with her girl cum. It wasn't just a matter of pride, it was something expected of me. Speaking of cum, I knew it was almost time. I had taken all of my courses in fucking, and had mastered my PC muscles to stay on the brink of orgasm, so that we can orgasm simultaneously. She hadn't, so I have to do all the work, which is fine. That's what a man's supposed to do, wait until she's ready to cum. And that's why I have been able to tell you everything so calmly, all while hovering on the brink of blowing my load. "Oh Billy, I'm cumming!" Saffron said. She's so thoughtful, announcing it like that. I could tell my her little pussy muscles clamping down against my cock that she was ready, but it's the little niceties, like I said, that make her so enjoyable. I grunted, blowing cum deep into her little womb. She shook and trembled around my cock, it was such a turn on. Still too young, I didn't have to worry about her taking the pill. My dad always instructed me to make sure if I'm fucking a fertile girl that she takes her pill everyday. Then again girls are supposed to take them as soon as they get their periods until they get married. Well most girls are fertile anyway, the others that can't have babies are taken away. Someone said they become whores, I don't know really. I mean all women are whores, am I right fellas? Ah I'm just kidding. With a last thrust my orgasm subsided, and I dropped onto the bed, with her a top me. Saffron smiled that sweet smile that made my heart skip a beat. I kissed her on the lips, wrapping her pink teddy bear covered blanket over us. It was getting a little cold, after all, it's not like I liked the blanket. "That was fun," she said, giggling like the little girl she was. "I'm not complaining," I said, kissing her again on the lips. I was still working on kissing, and after sex cuddling. Better to do the independent studies than having to do it in class with Amanda. I still hated how my grade relies on her. "So what do you want to do now?" she asked. I'm not a machine really, give me a break. "Lying down here sounds pretty good right now," I said, nuzzling against her chest. "Hey, want to play house?" she asked, smiling. She always liked playing house, even though it was kind of a younger kid's game. I looked at the clock, we had already fucked three times, and we only had to fuck four. Well I only had to do it four times, she was already done for the day. But she always liked getting extra credit. "Yeah, sure," I said, cupping her perk little bottom in my hand. "Let's do that, mom." "Okay dad," she giggled. She went to her closet. I have to give her this, when she wants to play a game, she wants to play a game. She has got a full wardrobe of clothes, and a lot of them are for playing. There's a nurse's uniform, which is adorable on her when she wants to play doctor. There's a maid's uniform that is so cute when she wants to clean around her room. Most days I just like her normal school uniform, it's enough to get me going. And then there's my favorite… She's got a pretty little black dress, which I love watching her wear. Some days I have to argue with her to keep her in it. In a month we have our grade's dance, I have been thinking about asking her to be my date, and, well, to wear that. I don't know if it's a pipe dream or if she could even be allowed to come with my grade, but still…a boy can dream right? I'm still ten years old after all. "Hey honey, how was work?" she asked, putting the apron on over her head. She hadn't even bothered to put any clothes on it, which was adorable. I could already feel my cock rising. Maybe it's just because my mother would greet my dad that way. Then again, I'm sure that she's doing that on purpose. She's been over my house plenty of times, and my mom isn't the shy type. "Oh it was good enough, I suppose," I said with a preplanned sigh. "Something wrong?" she asked concerned. "Oh nothing really, but the new secretary was fired today," I said with a frown. She tossed me her business suit, and I managed to jump into it quickly. "Oh no, I thought you liked her?" she said, trying to sound concerned. "Oh I did, but she broke the sexual harassment rules at work, so what can you do about it?" I asked rhetorically. "Well what did she do?" my little Saffron asked with a knowing smile. This wasn't the first time we played this little game. "Well she was supposed to fuck her boss, but she said that she didn't want to. Apparently she had a headache," I said, laughing. She joined in with me, and we both enjoyed our little inside joke. "Well that's her choice. Like I said, most women don't belong in the workplace. Just stay home and make babies, make sure they're growing up right, and make sure that dinner is on the table," she said with a knowing smile. The four expectations for women, have children, raise children, clean, and cook. It's the cornerstone of everything our society offers, and we're taught it from preschool. "It's the only way you're going to be happy," I said, walking over to give her a kiss. I wrapped my hands around her little bum, the more I think about it, the more that I like it. "I know that, but what can I say honey? Some women think that they belong in the workplace too. The government is too nice to them, allowing them to even work like that," she said, looking right into my eyes. "What can I say my lovely little honey, it's all those single mothers. Their husband dies and they let their girls run wild. They want to do silly things like work, and some of them even want to vote! Ridiculous. Some of those old coots don't even have sex more than the mandatory once a day!" I had rehearsed my lines well. I don't know why she liked doing this so much, but she did, and I wasn't going to complain. Not at all. "Can't they understand that they're never going to catch a husband like that? I mean sure they might be able to fuck the mailman or neighbor, but unless they're going to put themselves out on the meat market, they're never going to be happy," she said. She wasn't kidding either, there was a literal meat market, where mostly women but some men could be bought or sold. Of course they had to be adults, and had to have a reason for it. It's not like people were sold as slaves, only one in a hundred were ever on the meat market, and most of them wound up being happier than when they were alone. Then there were strange situations like my little sister. "Well some girls aren't worried about what they should be," I smiled, hugging her. This was fun, no matter how many times we did it. Sure it was just recycled from everything on TV, but wasn't every kid's game? "Well I am honey," she said, kissing me deeply on the mouth. She was ahead of the curve on kissing. "So how about we work on getting a baby in my belly?" "That's my girl," I said, loosening up my play tie. She didn't hesitate for a moment, dropping to her knees to undo my play belt. Her breasts just stuck out of the top of her apron, a glorious site to behold. She unzipped my pants, and freed my hardening cock from its trouser prison. It had been almost a whole half hour, I was more than ready for the next round. Just like my dad I could rebound after no time. Some day I want to see how many times I could fuck in a single day. Her small mouth slurped on the tip of my cock. My head was fully engorged, aching to plow behind her tonsils. But this was a part of her homework too. I could barely fit in her mouth, just like the rest of her tiny body it was run taut against my cock. I know I'm not the biggest guy, yet, but my ten inches just felt great to me, and felt great inside of sweet Saffron. She held the head in her hand, her steamy mouth opening up. I could feel the hot breaths warming my cock, making the already hard member aching for her touch. She ran her tongue, lightly, gently teasing the underbelly. She cupped my balls as though she were weighing fruit, hefting the tennis ball sized testes. She coated my cock with her saliva, never fully, always one slow streaking tongue arc at a time. When I was wet and she was ready, she opened her mouth, letting my cock in. I grunted, the feeling was fucking fantastic. Her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue running against the underbelly. But the biggest turn on was the fact that the whole time she was looking at me in the eye, her red locks flying behind her face and her huge tits bouncing with every movement. She slurped loudly, god she was such a perfect little cocksucker. She was everything that I wanted. I slowly thrust my hips forward, pushing the cock down her hot, wet throat. I was in heaven and it was perfect. Somewhere along the line I had taken off the rest of my clothes, but I couldn't remember them coming off. I was too wrapped up in a maze of sexual haze that I never wanted to escape. I was teetering on the edge, holding back as hard as I could. She stopped just short. I wanted to collapse, she had done her job perfectly. Not just good, but perfect. She had kept me right there on the edge, and sexily. And she didn't let her own personal thoughts get in the way. She stopped short before she let me go over the edge. Because it's not just about me, I have to reciprocate otherwise I'm an unfit lover. That's just how it works. I stepped out of the pants under me, and shook it off. I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm ten years old damn it, I have to keep my head in the game. I reached behind her back, snapping the apron button off. It fell around her legs, and I got a chance to see her beautiful little body. She was eight and sometimes she seemed the one who was more experienced. I picked her up; at least I could still do that. It's why I loved her younger body, so light, so flexible, so tight, and adorable. I placed her gently on the bed, just admiring her. The red hair tussled all about the pillows was the first my eyes set on. I looked down at her breasts, she was breathing deeply. I could tell from her bosom bouncing up and down with her every breath. I looked down at her petite body, it was delicious. Those hips still looked so slim, and inside of them lay the nicest prize, her sweet wet pink snatch. Even her futa cock was growing. As I look on it, maybe it was more than five inches now. "It's not nice to stare. What are you waiting for?" she asked, rubbing her pussy, glistening in the afternoon sun. "Sorry," I said, waking up from a momentary daydream, that I now got to live. I dived between her legs, running my tongue against the entire length of her pussy. I loved the sweet ripe taste of her eight year old body, she was delectable. I drank fully from her body, never sated with my lust for her juice. She writhed and bucked around my mouth, letting me know that I was hitting her in every spot that I meant to. I raised my head, wrapping my lips around her cock. The futa cocks were always different than my own. There was no foreskin, and while it tapered off it looked more like a police baton than a penis in and of itself. It made it easier for me, and I emulated what I could on her cock. I slurped the head of the cock, running my tongue in circles around her cock. I reached my finger down, pushing my fingers into the wet folds of her pussy. She fought against my two fingers, she always seemed tight, no matter how many times I fucked her. I worked the two fingers in rhythm as I sucked on her cock. She was only five inches, it's not like deep throating her was difficult or anything. I could feel her precum on my tongue, it was sweet to the taste. Not nearly as nice or as opulent as her pussy juices, but I still loved it nonetheless. I could feel her pussy muscles begin to contract around my fingers, and I stopped cold in my tracks. "Uh-uh-uh," I said, waggling my finger, still soaked in her pussy juice, like a schoolmarm. I licked the sweet sticky stuff off of my hand. "UGH!" she groaned, throwing a pillow at my head. Her hips continued to buck against the air, seeking the release that she was denied. "Come on, don't be that way," I said, slowly moving my face to hers, and kissing her on the lips. I don't know if she realized that she tasted her own juices. Or maybe she did and she liked it. I've even seen her eat herself out before. I cupped her breasts, moving my hands down to them. To an adult, these tits were huge, but to me they were elephantine. They were almost the size of my head. I grabbed one breast with one hand, suckling on it quickly and hard like a newborn babe. God they were amazing. I'd be happy just sleeping with them as a pillow every night. Well, after I got to have sex with her, of course. I wonder if they could spurt milk sometime. I turned around to lie down on the bed. I didn't even have to tell her, Saffron just jumped on my lap. Her wet pussy was so fantastically tight, but she still loved riding me like that. I felt the wet little lips of her pussy envelop my cock head, god it felt so good. I began to thrust my hips upward slowly. I didn't want to ruin her time. She loved feeling every inch of my cock inside of her. Thank god I got her started, because if she wasn't soaked I didn't know if she could even take half of me inside of her. It's not that I'm that huge, but my cock was so thick compared to her petite pussy. She smiled, her knees bobbing her up and down atop my cock. The first third of my dick felt like heaven, the other two thirds were longing achingly. I could feel the odd bead of pussy juice drop down my dick, it was agonizing, but I loved every moment of it. She continued to lower herself onto me, with every move of her body her breasts heaved, her cock slapping loudly against her tight little tummy. With one final drop she landed in my lap. I don't know if I could have taken it for much longer. I grunted, bouncing my cock deep in her cervix. The idea of filling the womb always turned me on, even though she wasn't fertile. That's why it's called a fantasy. While she took her time fucking me in the first instance, now she was ready to really get things going. She began to bounce up and down op top of my cock, riding me like a mechanical bull. I met her thrusts, working as much as I could in and out of her nubile body. Her pussy contracted around my cock like a massaging vise, milking every inch. I don't know if I have the proper words to describe it. I grunted and groaned, filling her entirely, plowing her field, ready to deliver my seed. Then I looked at her. Sweat forming on her body, glistening in the light from the window. Her head was thrown back, her radiant red hair leaning back. Her breasts were arching upward, seemingly even larger than normal. Her cock pointed straight upwards, at full attention, throbbing and engorged. Her wet pussy was gushing juices from the tight seams around my cock. But it wasn't any of that. It was her beautiful face, her lovely body, and herself, not her body that I appreciated in that short moment. She seemed like an angel, my angel. I was brought back to Earth for just a moment as I felt her body begin to shake and tremble around mine. The one time she didn't warn me. I grunted, picking up my already rapid pace to an almost inhuman one. It only took me a moment, and I groaned as I felt my orgasm approach. Imagine my surprise as I felt a hot blast of sweet girl cum shoot into my mouth. I opened my eyes, watching with pleasure as I saw my Saffron orgasm ahead of me. Her cock was shooting clear load after clear load up in the air, much of it falling onto my face, giving me a full facial. I smiled, opening my mouth for more as I continued to fuck her, just waiting for my own orgasm to peak. She was magnificent. Her entire body seemed wrapped in orgasm. Her face twisting and contorting at the unimaginable pleasure I was driving into her. My turn. I grunted, feeling the all too familiar tingling in my balls. The cum bubbled upward, as I emptied deep into her pussy. I didn't stop my thrusts for a moment, relishing the moment. I knew within moments I had filled her to the limit, I could feel the thick white cum pouring outside of her pussy and around my cock. I was in heaven, filling my beautiful angel with all of my happiness. I grinned from ear to ear, could life get any better for a ten year old? But like all good stories, all good sex must have its climax. I collapsed on the bed, huffing and groaning. She fell atop me, just as exhausted as me, it seemed. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us, cuddling with her. I still had to work on my spooning, but that could wait for a while. Practice makes perfect, after all. We just lie there for some time, just enjoying our after orgasm good feeling. I didn't even want to move, to be honest. I just wanted to lie with her in my arms, nuzzling against her breasts. I didn't even care about her semen drying on my face right now. It was too perfect of a moment to ruin with trivial things like that. I just sighed contently, and felt her slowly drift to sleep. I thought about taking a nap myself as I grabbed her blanket and covered us up with it. But it seemed that I wouldn't be able to enjoy the moment as much as I wanted to. "William! William! Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were resting," Came the kind voice of Saffron's mother, Nora. "It's okay mom, I wasn't asleep," Saffron said, rustling next to me. "What's up?" "Oh," Nora said with a smile, looking at my face. I'm sure she found the drying cum on my face amusing. "Will, your mom's here." "Oh, okay, thank you missus Nora," I said, getting up. I bowed for a moment I looked about the room for a minute. "Over there," Saffron pointed with a yawn in the corner towards my clothes. "Thanks," I said, grabbing my stuff. "Getting up?" I asked. "You should say hello," Nora advised her daughter. She was right though. It was the nice thing to do. And my mom liked Saffron, although not nearly as much as Amanda. "Sure," Saffron said, standing up. I watched with glee as some of my jizz started to run down her leg. Damn, that was hot. Thankfully she got a robe before I could completely lose it. "This way kids," Nora said, holding the door open. She smacked me on the bottom as I went in front of her. I could have sworn she called me tiger. We followed Nora out the door to the living room where my mom was sitting. "Here they are Rhea," Nora said, presenting us. She was kind of weird with social things like that, but she came from up north, so go figure. "About time, oh I didn't mean to rush you," my mom said, laughing. "Hello missus Rhea," Saffron said, doing a curtsey with her robe. She technically didn't have to do that, but it was a really nice and important sign of respect to my mom. She had been brought up well. "Mom, do we have to go now?" I asked, still longing for my Saffron's bed. "Well it's almost three thirty now, and I have to have dinner ready when your dad gets home. So you tell me," she said, giving me a look. She did have to have dinner ready in two hours. My dad was pretty lenient when other things happened, but that was an important rule. Even when she was sick, or pregnant, my mom always had dinner ready on time. She was the best like that, and my dad was the only one I knew who never hit his wife, not even once. Even Nora had been hit before. But in all fairness, it wasn't her fault that they lost electricity and she couldn't make dinner on time. Then again, Nora told me she likes being hit, and her husband Richard had every right to do so, by law. "Aww, I guess so," I said, starting to put my clothes back on. She gave me a nudge, and I looked up at her. She glanced towards Saffron and nudged me again. It took me a while, but I finally got the idea. "Uhm, missus Bradford, is, would it be okay if Saffron were to have dinner tonight with my family?" I asked, bowing towards her. It was yet another sign of deference, very important when asking a parent something about their child. "Oh I think that's quite alright, if that's what she wants?" Nora asked Saffron indirectly. "Oh yes, thank you missus Rhea, I'd love to have dinner with you," Saffron said, smiling that sweet and beautiful smile that seemed to brighten up the room, or at least my heart. "Well we'd love to have the apple of my little Willie's eye," my mom said, knowing I hated that nickname. "Alright, well you heard Rhea, go get ready. Time is ticking," Nora said with a soft smile, patting Saffron on the bum. Unlike most girls she didn't take forever to change, and was out in only a minute. "Well thanks for letting us have her for dinner Nora, you give my best to Richard," my mom said. "I will, tell all of your kids I said hi," Nora said back. "Let's get going," I said, grabbing onto Saffron's hand to lead her out the door. Both of our moms seemed to smile at the little gesture. I was still learning after all. Sex was easy, but the little things were tough. Now I've got to find out how tough dining is going to be. 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