****** Taking a Trip by Smooth Touch ******
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Taking a Trip


PART I: The Meeting

It started out like any other morning for me....wakin' up on my boat, the Sea
Snake. I'm filthy rich, even after that bitch ex divorced me (for sleeping with
everything but her). Well, she was a shrew and a lousy fuck anyway, and who
needs that in their life? Thank fucking Christ we hadn't had kids, although I
certainly had hoped she would fulfill my wishes there.

More about me....I'm a former investment banking executive, and filthy fucking
rich. I lost whatever morals I had about the time I got into the markets,
because if you don't de-ball your competitors, they'll sure as hell do it to
you. I had a nice personal bankroll to start off with, because the folks kicked
off together in a plane crash, and left me crying all the way to the bank.
Dad? He's another dick businessman, made plenty of dough before the plane he
was on pancaked.

Other than that, he was hardly ever home, usually preferring to spend time
fucking his secretaries (yes, more than one, he was a VIP) or travel with his
buddies on an "expense account pays for the bar tab" tour of the world. Mom?
What a slut...she's fucked more repairmen than any woman in history. She was
always a bitch, too. That seems to keep happening to me, doesn't it?
Fortunately, I was an only child, so no other kids had to put up with their
shit.

Well, I made a killing in the markets and got out. (I don't say "retire"
because you don't retire at the age of 32.) With no relatives at all, I just
said fuck it and sold everything. I took my sizeable hunk of cash south of the
border, bought a boat and about 5 square miles of coastal property, and banked
the rest to give myself an income off the interest. That was great, too,
because the income is enough to let me do whatever the hell I want. I keep the
governmental palms greased to ensure I'm never fucked with, and that had the
added benefit of letting me use some of my land to grow some of the best
Jamaican weed I'd ever found! Ah....dontcha love that?

Well, it was Thursday night, and the boat was tied up to the quay in a little
south Texas town whose name will remain anonymous, because I want to go there
again. The quay was pretty dark (the poor town can't afford fucking lights for
the place), and I had just been dropped off by a taxi. Out partying again, as
usual, with a stop off at a liquor store to stock up on some necessaries. I
hauled myself and my liquor box full supplies up to the side of the boat,
setting it down on the wide stern gunwale of my sportfishing yacht.

"Pardon me, sir, but do you have a light?" asked a small voice from behind me.

Shit, I'd almost jumped! I spun to face who it was, and in the darkness I could
make out a petite young (and I mean YOUNG) brunette holding up a cigarette.
"Sure, honey, hang on a second," I replied. I pulled out my lighter and lit her
up.

She expertly dragged on the cigarette and said, "Thanks, mister, I didn't mean
to scare you like that."

I chuckled. "That's ok, honey, I just got plastered at a bar, and right now
anything would make me jump!" I laughed a little more and patted her shoulder
to let her know everything was ok, and she edged a little farther to the side,
where the light from the boat's cabin caught her. Shit! She was a little kid.
On closer inspection, she was a well-developed little kid, because she had
boobs that already stuck out far enough to sag just a little...maybe
34C's...nah, not quite that.
The rest of her was fine, too. She had a nice hourglass shape, and when she
turned slightly, I could tell her ass was nice and rounded. She couldn't have
stood taller than 4'9", and she was tiny but stacked. WOW.

I started paying attention in time to catch,"..sure is a nice boat. Is it
yours?" I nodded, grinning like an idiot. I was checking her out bigtime.

She, for a youngster, was no idiot, nor was she an innocent. I could see the
recognition in her eyes as she immediately realized I was looking at her with
fucking on my mind. She smiled back at me and moved a little closer. Now I was
starting to get up. I felt the first long throb run up the length of my limp
shaft. This little girl was interested, and I immediately decided I couldn't
pass up the opportunity! "Yeah, it's my boat...would you like to climb aboard
and take a look around it?" I replied smoothly.

"Well, okay, I guess that would be cool," she answered, matching my calm. This
little honey was intriguing me more with her composure. She moved easily to the
side of the boat, turned around, and slid her little ass up onto the side. As
she did, I noticed the little T-shirt she was wearing inch up, showing more
than a little of her soft tummy, and her ass was barely contained in the cut-
off jeans she was wearing. 'Shit, this little gal's a hussy' my mind screamed
at me. She sat against the wide rail side and smoked her cigarette quickly I
climbed aboard.

Once aboard, I felt my wits coming back to me. What the hell was a little gal
like her doing out at almost one in the morning, much less hanging around a
poorly lit quay in some dusty ass Texas fishing hole? 'She's a runaway, you
lucky bastard,' my mind told me, and I agreed completely...about being lucky,
that is. "Come with me," I said, beckoning to her to follow me before picking
up my box of stuff. We meandered into the salon through the sliding glass door.

"Hey, man, this is nice," she cooed, wide-eyed, as she checked out the fancy
interior of the salon. She was amazed at the teak wood and brass, the
electronics rack (nothing but a radio, a computer, radar screen and gps), and
stared especially blatantly at the well-stocked bar I kept. She slid into the
bench seat at the table, and kept on staring.

"I don't even know your name, you know? I'm Jack...would you like something to
drink?"
I slurred, the alcohol briefly reminding my of my earlier fun.

"Sure, Jack...as in Jack Daniels, right? I'd love a drink. And my name is Amy,"
she said in a suggestive voice. Man, the bone was getting stiff from this
little slut!

I grinned and said, "Well, Amy, it's your lucky day...it so happens that I
picked up a bottle of Jack on the way here. Let me pour you one." I snatched
the half-gallon of JD from the box and started filling two tall glasses, first
hers (a nice long, two-thirds-of-the-way-up dollop) and then mine (hell, I'm
already drunk, just a taste for me.) I topped both of them off with a helping
of Coke and viola! I passed hers over.

She took a long slug of the drink and didn't bat an eye! Holy shit, a party
whore, I am in lust! I slid into the bench across from her and settled in for
some small talk (no pun intended, chuckle.) "So, where you from?" I breathed.

She furrowed her brow, thinking, and then said, "Well, I'm not from around
here. And before you ask me more questions, I am almost 13, and I'm on my own
because my parents were two uptight fucking assholes. I can't stand that shit,
ya know?"

I nodded, commiserating with her. "Ya, I know it sucks to have dick-ass
parents, I had some too. So how ya makin' out so far?"

She laughed a little too loud (the JD at work!) and crowed, "Well, I'm not
makin' out...no where to go, and no one to be with...so my life sucks cock
right now." Obviously, she was trying to impress me with being more grown up.
As if to confirm it, she pulled out another cigarette from her jean pocket. The
cigarette was battered and bent up. Poor girl, I know what it's like to have a
nicotine habit.

"Here, have one of mine. That way you don't have worry about it falling apart
on you," I
giggled as I slid a box of reds to her. She moaned approval, as if wanting a
red for a while, and took one out. Then she started looking around the table.

"You got a light, Jack?" she asked.

"Sure, here," I said, offering her a light. She got it lit and took a long,
deep hit, holding the smoke in a little, then letting it out through her nose.
She took another and another, four or five deep hits, then another long slug of
the JD.

"So if you don't have anyplace to go, maybe you should head out with me," I
said, leaning back into the bench and stretching my legs out. This caused the
growing bulge in my shorts to make itself known. It was time for another test.

"Sure, where you headed?" Amy murmurred, catching a clear view of my crotch,
then looking up at me as I lit up a red.

"Home...it's out of the country. I got a big place in Central America, with a
big house, a pool, a huge bar and lots of privacy," I breathed as I exhaled a
long, soft lungful of smoke at the ceiling. I hesitated, then looked down at
her, making long eye contact, and noticed immediately a smile that seemed to
say, 'This sounds so fucking cool.'

Amy's head bobbed up and down. "When're we leavin'?"

"Shit, girl, I'm ready to go right now. All I gotta do is fire up the engines
and take in the lines." Her smile grew into a huge grin and she nodded again.

"Fuck yes, Jack, take me with you," she cried out happily.

"'Kay, lemme get everythin' done," I slurred. The alcohol again.


PART II: Out to the Ocean

We pulled away from the quay wall and I spun the boat expertly. It was still
hotter than hell (Texas can get like that in summer) and I opted to go bare-
chested. Amy had hiked up her T-shirt and tied it in a knot, just below her
nice young melons. As we passed the sea buoy I turned the bow to southeast and
turned to take a good long look at Amy, being very blatant. What the hell,
nobody was around to stop me now. I marveled at her nice tits, and noticed, as
she looked back at me, that her nipples had gone rock-hard. So had my cock, the
head beginning to peek out from underneath my shorts.

"Why don't I go fix us another drink?" I asked her.

"Sure, but I'd like something different...maybe a little stronger," she
replied. She'd finished the JD about a half-hour ago, and was wanting more.

"Stronger? I can do that," I grinned at her, "but have another cig for me when
I get back."
I left the wheel after turning on the autopilot.

Down in the cabin, I fixed her up a tall mug of 3/4 tequila, a little lime
juice, a shot of triple sec, a dab of OJ, and a smidge of Grenadine. The
ultimate leg-spreader tequila sunrise! I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge
for myself, and turned to leave. No...to put things over the top, I grabbed a
box from the shelf over the dining table and sauntered back up to the wheel. We
were both in for a treat!

"Here," we echoed each other as I arrived, sitting down next to her. We
chuckled as I passed her the mug and she gave me my red. She took a long drink
from the mug and a long pull from her cig as I did the same.

"Wow, this is really good," she cooed at me, waving the mug.

"Fuck, girl, I've got something better," I laughed, waving the box.

She immediately went wide-eyed, with a big grin on her face, and asked, "What
do you have there?"

In reply, I opened the box top and held it out for her to see inside. A
beautiful glass pipe, packed with a dime of sweet, delicious Jamaican flower-
top weed was inside, as well as a two ounce bag of the shit. She moved her
hands up to the pipe, taking it gently out of the box.

"Fuck, yeah, baby," she grinned at me.

"Well, don't just sit there, fire it up," I laughed. She took the stem of the
pipe close to her lips as I held a lighter out for her. The winds cooperated
with us and she got it lit quickly, taking a long, very deep and sensuous hit
off the pipe. She held it in without the least bit of a problem, smiling the
whole time, as I followed her up with a deep hit of my own.

Shit, yeah....I held it in as long as I could, watching her take a second hit,
then immediately following it up with one of my own. We went back and forth
with it, as that warm, fuzzy, funky-ass feeling crept into me. I looked down to
see her down a little more tequila, then beg for another hit. I obliged her,
but this time, I sucked up a deep lungful, lifted her up, and brought our lips
nearly together. She inhaled deeply as I blew a thick cloud of luscious,
wonderful pot smoke into her lungs, and then I surprised us both by pressing my
mouth to hers.
She blew back, and we traded a hit, as my tongue crept into her mouth.

Awesome. She melted into me as I put my arms around her, taking my lips away
from hers just long enough to let this child take another well-deserved hit of
marijuana. She immediately turned back to me and we continued our French
hit....mmmmm....making its deliciousness last. As I began to become aware of my
cock again, I noticed her little muff was pressed against it, and she was
moving on it. She was jerking herself off on my leg and my dick!

Perfect. Another deep hit, another French kiss, trading the hits as we both got
stoned. Finally, the weed burnt out, and we parted, giggling to each other,
cuddling, and she turned her pot-reddened eyes up at me and said, "Oh, fuck,
Jack, that was, like, so great. I love getting stoned."

"Well, I smoke weed every fucking day...I grow it...so you can have this shit
anytime you want it," I replied slowly with a lazy grin on my face. I watched
her as she downed another slug of her tequila and lit up a red.

"Mmmmm....baby, this is so cool," she murmurred. "I'll stay stoned."

"Fuck, Amy, there's no one around, let's just get wild."

"Mmmmm...sounds good to me," she cooed again.

I stood up and turned away before taking my shorts down and throwing them off,
revealing my bare ass underneath. I walked to the helm and began to pack the
pipe for a second go, then I heard her chuckle, and as I turned to look over my
shoulder, I noticed her sexy pre-teen body come out from underneath her
clothes. I turned immediately, admiring every inch of her. In the glow of the
cockpit lights, I noticed her tightly squeezed thighs, and the small brunette
patch of fuzz that barely covered her clit. Her tits were incredible...firm
round orbs, almost milky white, and small dark rosebud nipples that stood out.
Only the slightest hint of sag in them. Those milk-filled wonders were attached
to a woman-child who was definitely fit and ready to breed.

Her hazel eyes traced up and down me, too. Her gaze stopped and stayed at my
cock, as it rose up to it's nearly 7 inches, already full and thick. My sac
hung underneath, with just the lightest covering of blond fuzz, and slightly
more over the base of my dick. She stared, then grinned. I looked down to see
why, and noticed a nearly continuous stream of pre-cum leaking from the head of
my cock, stringing away in the wind, flying back towards her a little.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

"You've got the nicest cock I've ever seen," she gasped, a surprised smile
creeping onto her face.

"How many cocks have you seen?" I wondered aloud.

"Four...my dad's and two brothers, and this boy I knew...yours is bigger and
nicer. And your cumming, too," she giggled.

I strode over to the seat at the end of the cockpit and motioned her to me.
"Come sit down with me, babe," I grinned, holding up the pipe, full up and
ready, crying out to be smoked by us. She hurried over and took it, waiting for
me to light it.

I obliged her. She knelt down, coming perilously close to my raging hard-on, as
I lit her up. Another deep hit, and we began trading again. I opened my arms
and she sat in my lap, spreading her legs around my cock so that it stuck up
between them, smearing the cream leaking from it all over the insides of her
thighs.

As we traded more French hits, I felt her tiny ass creep down my legs. I
suddenly became acutely aware of a pair of wet lips embracing the side of my
rod. She began to slide back and forth along my shaft, rubbing my cock up the
length of her small, wet cunt, and I felt her small nob of a clit as well. I
let her continue and noticed as her body began to quake slightly. The wetness I
felt increased...she was cumming! Waves of orgasms crept onto her suddenly and
her head tilted back and she cried out. This precious young 12 year old slut
was really getting off!! Fuck yes.

But, then, I wanted to get off too. As she subsided, I took the still-burning
pipe and said, "I need you to get me off now, baby."

She purred, "Oh, fuck yes, baby, what do you want me to do?"

"Suck my cock."

She quickly knelt in front of me, facing my shaft, grasping it with her small
hands. Her lips parted as her head moved over and down, and I felt about four
inches of my dick go deep inside her mouth. She lingered for awhile, moving her
tongue against the underside of my prick, and I felt her throat constrict
against my shaft as she swallowed. I lifted the pipe to my lips and continued
hitting it as she sucked.

It was plainly obvious that she'd been around the block, because from the
beginning she sucked like she'd done it before. She paused to lick my dick all
over, her adolescent tongue swirling around my throbbing meat. She looked up
and begged for another hit, and we took a brief recess from the blowjob to get
her a little higher. Then she went right back to it.

As she went along, her hands worked my shaft up and down. Her eyes glanced up
at me as my dick disappeared into her sweet, warm mouth. Mmmmm....fuck yes, she
was getting me there...

I looked down appreciatively, and asked her, "You know that when guys come we
shoot sperm, right?" A nod from her as she continued taking my cock. "Well, I'm
getting close to shooting...do you want it in your mouth?" Another nod...god
damn, I mean GOD damn, this pre-teen slut is awesome. The thought made my balls
work overtime, and a load of my baby juice welled up from deep in my sac.

The first stream of my seed came on her downstroke, and it was a thick, long
spurt that came at the end of a throb that ran up the full length of my dick.
Amy didn't even bat an eye. As she ended her downstroke, I felt her throat
pulling, swallowing my sperm, as another creamy, salty shot of my juice sprayed
into her willing mouth. My mind reeled and I bucked slightly, quickly lifting
up the pipe to take the last few hits of weed as my orgasm peaked. More sperm
flowed into her, being swallowed down by this young, lovely street whore
runaway of mine.
I kept the last hit in deep as I felt my dick wilt in her mouth, sucked totally
dry of my cum. I leaned forward, my dick slipping out of her young mouth, as
she raised up to meet me and take more of the delicious marijuana smoke from my
lips. Our tongues swirled together, and I tasted the salty, musky aftertaste of
my own seed on her tongue as it met mine. What a fucking morning.


PART III: The Trip to Central America

Waking up late the next morning, the boat was sailing smoothly in the right
direction on autopilot. No ships were anywhere near us, as I'd planned before
meeting Amy, so I could just cruise on and have fun. I opened my eyes and saw
my little slut passed out on the cockpit bench seat, her head in my lap, her
tits pointing skyward and swaying with the wave motion. She was out cold. I
shook her to revive her. No response. I took a hose out from a storage box and
sprayed a cool, short burst of water over her, and she immediately sprang up.

Furious at me for wetting her, she looked around, still a little unsure of
where she was, trying to find something to throw at me. Amy gave up after a
moment, and joined me in a good laugh. I motioned to her to come with me,
picking up my box of weed, and we headed down to the salon.


Inside, I told her to go take a quick shower (to avoid using up the water)
while I got breakfast. I made a couple of sandwiches for us, and wolfed one
down, finishing it just as she came back, still gloriously naked. I told her to
make herself at home while I went to get cleaned up.

After a shower, shave and other items to be taken care of, I emerged, still in
the nude. When I came into the salon, I was greeted with a tremendous
site...Amy had rolled a blunt and gotten herself the tequila bottle. I also
noticed that she'd been exploring in my stash box, and I found a sheet of my
blotter acid out on the table, with three few pieces missing. Amy was tripping,
and she had a small flashlight in her hand, sliding it in and out of her pussy
while she puffed continuously on the joint. The flashlight handle was coated
with her slick juices and the smell of adolescent cunt permeated the salon.

I walked over, taking the joint for a couple of deep hits as Amy wrapped her
twelve-year-old lips around my now fully erect cock. When I felt the warmth
coming back, I reached down and took two hits of acid myself. Then I bent down
and pushed her gently back in the seat, spreading her legs and pulling the
flashlight away. I quickly replaced it with my tongue. I savored the sweet
muskiness as my tongue penetrated her, licking smoothly up the inner walls of
her slit as my mouth closed over her budding clitoris. Covering her snatch
completely with my lips, I simultaneously sucked her clit and waved my tongue
from side to side up her gooey hole. My hands crept up to lift her legs,
cupping her small, youthful ass in my hands.

My tongue slithered out for a brief moment, travelling down to lick her
asshole. I went back and forth on it, pressing against it more firmly with each
swipe, finally stopping and pressing my tongue up into her ass. Amy wriggled
and moaned as it entered, and her hips pushed into my face, as she begged for
more. I wet my middle finger and slowly slid it up inside her clenching ass as
my mouth returned to ravishing her tight, beautiful pink baby slit.

I worked her hard, licking her cum juices up, making plenty of eye contact. For
her part, Amy had her head braced up on a throw pillow, and she stared back at
me, smiling and blowing kisses to me in between deep hits off the blunt. One of
her hands eased up and began massaging her nipples as she lovingly held the
marijuana in the other. She arched up as she came, her
adolescent fluids pouring down my tongue as I swallowed her essence. Her
reddened eyes smiled, then grimaced, then smiled again as each orgasm went
through her.

The acid was really hitting home, and my mind came to a beach scene, where my
cock grew to three feet long and was pumping continuously in and out of her
while I licked it and her clit keeping our connection lubricated It's hard to
fuck a mermaid who is smoking a giant joint and how can I smoke it and lick
pussy at the same time but I'm doing it It feels so fucking good her cunt
tastes like tequila shooters and my sperm is overflowing from Amy's hole and
down over her beautiful mermaid fins My dick has to move over as our first baby
comes out but she's only a baby herself now she's my mate and having my babies
She's a good mom she says she can't wait till her son is old enough to shoot
off in her and knock her up with a grandbaby .....

Hours passed. She passed out. So did I. Acid is such a trip and it tastes
great. Amy's pussy tastes even better.

When I came to again, I felt a warmth travelling up and down my shaft. Amy's
mouth was at it again...I looked up. Yep, there she was, sucking my dick. It
looked and felt so wonderful to see that young female child engulfing my shaft
with her mouth. She was taking as much as she did the night before. But now, I
didn't want to watch her swallow my baby-making juices, I wanted her to take my
seed where it belonged...deep into her fertile womb. This instinct to mate her,
impregnate her, rushed into me, as the memory of the acid trip came to me
again. It was time for Amy and I to breed. Procreate. Fuck her and make my baby
in her belly. I raised up and put a hand down to stop her. I didn't want to cum
too soon. No, we were going to enjoy this, do it right.

"Baby, hold on for a minute," I pleaded. Her questioning eyes hit me, and I
explained, "I want to do it, but I want to fuck you."

Amy smiled at me and said, "Jack, I want your dick, but my hole is small...will
you fit in me?"

I laughed and reached for a cigarette. "Yes, babe, I know it will. But I want
to tell you now, that when we fuck, I'm not pulling out when I shoot my sperm.
Do you know what that means?"

Amy nodded. "It means that I could get pregnant, right?"

"Do you get your period every month now?" I asked her. She nodded again. "Then
yes, it means you could get pregnant. I'm going to try and get you pregnant.
You're with me now, and that means you'll always get the best, because I can
afford anything you need. So when you have our baby, you'll be right there with
me, and we'll do everything together."

Her eyes positively glowed. "Does that mean you're gonna keep me with you and
love me?" she asked. I nodded with a smile. "Then give me our baby, Jack. Make
me your woman."
She smiled so sweetly, and laid her head on my chest and hugged me. I could
feel her warm body with mine, knowing that she had never felt more wanted or
loved in her life than to hear me tell her to be my child bride and mother of
my babies. We were about to fulfill each other.

I smoked in silence while I hugged her, holding her for the longest time as we
shared a cigarette. Then another. She was twenty years younger than me, but she
was, I was rapidly learning, what I wanted. We were compatible, for sure. I
watched as she smoked the cigarette, drawing the smoke up in a French inhale,
exhaling sexily as she watched me watching her. I took the cigarette and did
the same, as she watched me, smiling, her eyes telling me she wanted this. I
traded a quick French hit with her and killed the smoke.

"Come with me, woman," I told her, taking her hand and leading her to my cabin.


PART IV: Changing Amy's Latitude

After talking with her a little more, I realized where she had gotten so
experienced at sex.
With a little prodding, she told me everything. Her Dad and brothers had abused
her, making her suck their cocks. She said that she didn't mind getting felt
and giving head, and would have even enjoyed it if they had tried to fuck her,
but they didn't show her any love or care. Her Mom knew about it all but didn't
care and pretended it wasn't happening. She was pissed and wanted to get back
at them. So she smoked, drank, got high.....did whatever she wanted. She liked
doing it all because it was so much fun, and they couldn't stand it because it
meant she was enjoying herself and might end up giving herself to someone
besides them. A plan formed in my mind.

This is the result:

A box addressed to "Amy's Family" showed up on their doorstep. Inside was a
videotape.
This is what was on it. Amy is sitting on the bed, with just her face in the
video. "Ex Mom and Dad and Brothers: I'm no longer in your family. I'm gone and
don't come to look for me, because I am where you can't find me. As for how I
am doing...well, you're lucky, in one way, because you're about to see
something special."

The camera pulled away to a view of her sitting on the cabin bed, dressed in
shorts and a T-shirt like I found her, legs crossed Indian-style. She reached
down and picked up a cigarette, lighting up and enjoying it in a mature and
luxurious style. "I might still be a kid, but I am not yours, and where I am
now I am loved and respected. Wanted. Needed. And part of the head of a new
family. My own." She continued smoking the cigarette, smiling at me as I held
the camcorder.

"I'm respected enough to be able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. I'm
loved and treated with loyalty. My man takes care of me and I take care of
him." She put out the cigarette, and reached down to begin rolling a joint. She
crafted it expertly, rolled smooth and thick, with slightly opened ends. She
lights it up, taking hit after deep hit, then passes it to me, so that I can
share in it. Meanwhile, she pours herself a shot of tequila, gulps it down, and
then three more, followed up by sucking a lime. "If I decide I want to smoke,
drink, get high, trip on acid, drive a car, or do anything else I want, my man
backs me up. You never cared for anything except shooting a load of cum down my
throat or sticking your fingers up my cunt. Except Mom, of course, she was too
busy pretending it wasn't happening. Well, if I'm fucked up, so are you. But at
least I'm away from you and happy now."

Finally, she stands up and quickly strips her clothes off. "Remember this,
boys?" she says as she fondles her tits and rubs her clit. After two more deep
hits on the joint, she gets back on the bed on all fours. "Come here, my
husband."

The camera shifts, going onto a tripod, then refocusing on the bed. I come
over, my cock engorged and drooling semen. She slides it into her mouth,
wetting my shaft as she takes nearly five inches of my erection into her pre-
teen throat. She reaches up and grabs my ass, pulling me to her, making my dick
pump into her face. After a minute of this treatment, she turns around, raising
her ass high in the air, saying, "Get me pregnant, baby."

I oblige her. For the first time, the head of my cock is kissing her tight, wet
cunt. I feel her young lips part, spreading over the head, and I press harder.
I feel a tight snap as the head is accepted inside her, and Amy grunts from it.
I ask her if it feels ok. She looks over her shoulder into my eyes and smiles.
She begs for my cock.

I begin to press further into her tight depths, feeling my dick furrow into her
slick tunnel. Her adolescent body is responding and she presses back against me
hard, sinking my shaft up to the entrance to her womb, her cervix. I can feel
the hole leading into her womb, kissing the tip of my dick, my slit pressed
directly into it. I still have another half inch to go before her pussylips
kiss the base of my cock. I press ahead. Her cervix presses in, the hole
expanding slightly. I am in. I begin a steady rhythm of fucking, burying my
dick deep into her quivering hole, her moist slit accepting me.

She begins to grunt and press back harder, fucking in time with my
strengthening thrusts. I bend over and kiss her deeply and wetly, our tongues
mingling clearly on the tape. She begins to cry out "Fuck me, Jack, fuck me,
get me pregnant, give me your sperm," and I begin a vicious cycle of pounding
into her. I'm holding her tiny asscheeks in my hands as I spread her cunt
permanently to accept my cock. I feel her pussy massaging my shaft, pulling at
me each time I withdraw. Her eyes are on me again, she is smiling and crying,
telling me to give her our baby. How much she wants to carry my baby.

"Please...sperm in me, Jack...please....oh...cumming
hard...I'm....cum...cumming....sperm, baby...sperm...SPERM...PLEASE SPERM FOR
ME...," Amy screams as I bury my cock deep into her, fully into her, and
release thick streams of seed deep into her. From the very first spurt, I
ensure that the tip is placed into the open hole of her cervix, and I can tell
from the distinct lack of a gooey feeling in her depths that my cum is
penetrating her womb. I hear myself screaming that she is getting my baby...

To prove that I came in her, I pull out before the last couple of spurts, which
just ooze out from the tip. They drip down, thick streams of cum, and I rub
them back into her pussy, ensuring that the camera sees my sperm going into my
Amy's pussy. I pull out again as one last long string of jism runs out, and
Amy's eager young tongue licks it up, holding it out for the video before she
takes her tongue into her mouth and swallows.

The picture fades, and comes back with me lying in bed, Amy riding me slowly.
We are hardly fucking...we're enjoying a cigarette and small talk...what
clothes she wants to go shopping for, what we're gonna have for dinner...and
she turns to the camera and says, "So you always worried that if you let me go
wild I would end up giving it up to some other man. Well, I went wild anyway,
and fuck you all, because I'm forever gonna be giving it to another man. I'm
out of the country and out of your life, so please stay out of mine." The
picture fades one last time.


PART V: Afterlife

Well, a number of years have passed since that day. We were just watching a
copy of the videotape a little while ago. My young teenage wife (we've since
gotten married) couldn't believe she was that wild. Oh, she still is. We still
drink, smoke, get high, all the fun things...and fuck? A lot. She's confirmed
bisexual, and just recently found out she likes the taste of horse sperm. I
videotaped her sucking cock down in the stables, and she's had some serious
gangfucks. Naturally, I don't do without, because if she can fuck around, so
can I, and I've widened my opportunities for sex by being bisexual as well.

But the serious part, being together, well....that's still serious. She's borne
three children for me, two sons and a daughter, and she uses protection unless
we're trying to get her pregnant, and then it's me exclusively. Make no mistake
about it...she's a whore and a slut, but she's MY whore and slut. And she was
that way before I ever knew her, so I don't feel any guilt about what's
happened. We enjoy a free lifestyle, and we are gonna keep it that way.

In fact, it's so free, just yesterday Amy told me as she smoked her morning
joint that she couldn't wait for our oldest son to turn 10...she was going to
teach him to smoke and get high and fuck...and maybe, Baby, if she's lucky, she
could get knocked up by him.... wouldn't that be an acid trip worth having?

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