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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Female_Character/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Masturbation, Pedophilia, Lolicon, Stomach
      Bulge, Large_Cock, Size_Kink, Size_Difference, Sexual_Frustration, Daddy
      Kink, Age_Difference, Ass_Play, Anal_Gaping, Cock_Slut, Oneshot, Stomach
      Bulging, Inflation, Age_Play, Cross-Generation_Relationship, Older_Man/
      Younger_Woman, Virginity, Loss_of_Virginity, Firsts, Extremely_Underage,
      Erotica
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      Published: 2016-06-25 Words: 2967
****** Lilya ******
by theway
Summary
     Miles finds his girlfriend's young daughter masturbating, and things
     go downhill from there.
Notes
     I've been working on vignettes and flash fiction when I'm bored for
     the past little while, to get the hang of more compact works. This
     one in particular grew to short story size. It's nothing special, but
     it's more useful here than sitting with the rest of them in my drive.
     This work is an oneshot, so it won't receive updates. To receive
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Miles had had quite the record when it came to erotic ventures, but he'd hit
that point in his life when he had to settle down, age and repetition having
taken their toll on excitement. There was only so much pussy one could indulge
in before it all started feeling like the same ol'.
He experimented with a few relationships that lasted more than a quick fuck or
two, trying to see if he could make them work out. He didn't have any problems
getting started—he was in his early 40s, but he kept himself in excellent
shape, and was virile enough. He just couldn't seem to find the right person
that would keep him interested in the long term.
Currently, he was seeing a single mother a little younger than him, and it was
going well enough that he'd moved in with her a week ago. Everything looked
smooth on the surface, but recent experience indicated it wouldn't last much
longer, and he'd have to move on. That said, he didn't want his pessimism to
turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy, so he gave it his best shot still.
Single mothers weren't his usual type, but he'd figured he ought to try
something different. Definition of insanity and all, right? He didn't mind it
as much as he thought he would. Her daughter—Lilya—had clearly inherited the
best selection of her mother's Russian genes, having a slender build, long
limbs, light brown hair and a large pair of the cutest eyes. She was only 10,
and he already knew she'd grow up a total heartbreaker. They got along fine, if
a bit awkward; there wasn't much to complain about.
One fine Wednesday, he got done with work early, so he rushed straight back
home—well, her home, anyway—finding his girlfriend occupied with lunch. He
walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a kiss on
her neck.
“What can I help you with?” he asked.
“Oh, it's fine, I've got it all under control.” After saying that, she
backtracked, “On second thought, remind Lilya to join us. She can't be holed up
in her room all day.”
“I'll get changed and look into it.”
Problems like this were a big part of the reasons why he didn't date mothers;
it felt like a relationship with three (or more) partners, having to
micromanage each and every one's idiosyncrasies and insecurities, or else it
wouldn't work. He tried not to be grumpy about it, especially not overtly, but
he often wished for a time when his life was simpler.
He walked upstairs to the bedroom to get into something more comfortable.
Passing by Lilya's half-open door, he figured he might as well say hi. He
reached to push the door, but before he could touch it, he was presented with
smooth, pale, preteen buttocks, barely visible through the opening from his
angle.
It didn't take very long to figure out what he was looking at, although he was
taken aback. The little girl was on her bed, half naked, with her rear end
raised and a hand firmly placed between her thighs and on her crotch. She was
young, but she was at an age when girls started being “curious”, for lack of a
better word. Lilya was masturbating.
A few seconds after that, a second realisation hit him: the placement of her
hand, the angle of it… she wasn't playing with her pussy, she was fingering her
arsehole! He was absorbed in the events unfolding before his eyes, watching her
tiny finger sliding in and out of her smooth, hairless arse. It took far too
long for him to take the reigns of his thoughts and leave.
He rushed to the bedroom, praying to whomever was listening that he hadn't been
seen, or the only thing to look forward to would be not dropping the soap when
the guards weren't around. There was no denying what he'd seen, nor his
reaction. He'd had thoughts about his girlfriend's own daughter, who had just
recently hit 10, and the tightness in his pants was unmistakable.
He hadn't felt something like that for a long, long time. He remembered this
excitement, this thrill, back in his years in high school, when the opposite
sex was something new and mysterious, and bedding a girl was the best thing
that had ever happened to him. Could he feel that way about this—
It was impossible. He blamed his feelings on not having had proper sex for a
while, or masturbation, for that matter. When men go too long without their
urges being sated, they get really desperate, he figured. The rational part of
his brain protested at the lame rationalisation, but he ignored it. He just had
to set up some intimate love-making with his girlfriend, that was all, and this
would never happen again.
Things didn't go as planned. Whenever he tried getting release, something
always got in the way, whether that was work, or an errand, or his girlfriend
not being in the mood. He debated fapping one out, but he feared thoughts of
Lilya flooding his fantasies when he least expected it, the same way she
haunted him in his sleep.
He'd had sexual dreams of her every night since he saw her. Her perfect young
body became his obsession, the same few seconds of her fingering her anus on
repeat. He wanted to do things to her so bad. He wanted to get his hands on her
tiny buns and squeeze them, he wanted to spread them and expose her preteen
hole, he wanted to skewer her petite body with his enormous adult cock, and
find out just how sweetly the intestines of a child could envelop his shaft.
A few days later, the three of them were sat in the living room, watching some
series about highlanders and time travel. Well, his girlfriend was, at any
rate. It was another glorified excuse for "together time", as she liked to call
it. He didn't pay much attention, but he entertained her request anyway. As for
Lilya, she was between them, and was acting very weird.
He tried figuring out what she was distracted by, discreetly enough not to look
like a creep. He already thought like a total pedophile; he didn't want to be
known as one too. She certainly wasn't paying attention to the TV, that much
was certain, but she was focused on something. She was rocking her body
periodically, but her motions didn't indicate impatience or restlessness.
It all added up when he followed her arms, a hand between her legs, just like
before. He'd been around enough to be able to tell an exhibitionist buttslut
when he saw one. In that moment, all of his fantasies and sexual frustration
during the past few days flooded him. All he could think of was her young body
and the naughtiness of masturbating where people could see her.
She was wearing a mini skirt. If he wanted to, he could reach down under it
and— No, no way! There were so many things wrong with that idea. She was his
girlfriend's own daughter, and she was only ten! Doing such a thing to her
would be… it would be so good.
His girlfriend's phone rang. “Ugh, I'll be right back,” she said, leaving the
two of them alone to answer it. Lilya removed her hand from her privates in
panic and stopped her self-pleasuring activities. It wasn't the most
inconspicuous thing he'd seen, but no one except the two of them knew any
better.
The motion was almost automatic. If he was going to do it, now was the
opportunity, and his body acted before he could put a stop to it. He knew it
was wrong, but it felt like he had to do it, like he was dying of thirst and
had just discovered the clearest spring.
He put his hand behind her, then snuck it under her skirt before she could
react. She turned to him in surprise, but didn't do anything in protest. The
feeling was mutual: he found she hadn't been wearing underwear this whole time.
The little slut was almost asking for it, urging him to continue.
He toyed with her anus using his middle finger, enjoying the folds of the
preteen orifice he'd been lusting after for almost a week. When he got inside
her, surrounded by her silky smoothness and wetness, it felt like his entire
existence had been compressed down to his finger.
Lilya did nothing to stop him. In fact, she added her own motions to the act,
moving her butt around so that he could stimulate her rectum more. He
repositioned his hand so his entire finger could fit inside of her, and then
stuck his index finger in her too.
He could feel her guts twitching around his appendages, massaging the intruder
like a real arse-pussy should. He moved them around, opened and closed them,
stretching her arsehole and teasing the child whore. He could tell she was
enjoying it from her breathing, her cute pants, her flustered face, and her
involuntary hip motions.
When he started pumping in and out of her, she was dangerously close to climax.
His fingers were drenched with her arousal and her intestinal fluids, surely
making a mess out of the couch. He kept increasing the rhythm, until her
orifice began constricting wildly, and she closed her eyes in forbidden anal
orgasm.
“I'm gonna have to go,” his girlfriend announced behind them. “You'll be able
to take care of things, right?”
“Sure thing,” he replied. “It shouldn't be a problem.” He didn't even try to
put an end to his lewd acts, swirling his fingers in Lilya's arsehole even as
he was addressing her mother. She was lost between pleasure and the threat of
being discovered, experiencing the wildest orgasm of her young life.
“Alright, I'll see you in a bit, then. Don't stay up too late!”
As soon as the door had closed behind them, Lilya stood up; the room
temperature felt all too cold in his hand, and he yearned to be inside her
again. She began stripping, throwing garments around as she wished. With her
back turned to him, she placed her hands on her rear end, spreading it
slightly.
“Play with my butt more, daddy.”
He went absolutely insane listening to those words. It'd been the first time
she'd called him “daddy”, and he was already mad with lust. He didn't care
about what was gonna happen to him anymore; he only wanted to fuck the living
shit out of the precocious child presenting herself to him.
He groped her arse just the way he dreamt about all this time, her flesh softer
than his wildest imaginations. His hands were enormous against her tiny body;
he wondered how big his cock would be in comparison. He was very well-endowed
compared to most, and his member twitched as he thought about what he could do
to her. He could hear her breathing, her own arousal intensifying, as she
started grinding butt against his groin, his bulge easily visible.
“Take yours off, too. It's only fair,” she said.
With great effort, he stopped playing with her butt long enough to take off his
pants, his shirt, and everything on him, throwing them on the floor as
haphazardly as she had. He was already rock hard just from the anticipation. He
approached her from behind, resting his 10 inch shaft between her thighs. Her
baby-smooth, virginal cunt showered him in lubricants that would surely prove
useful for what was about to come.
“You're bigger than my arm,” she pointed out, one hand not sufficing to wrap
around him. She started rocking back and forth, spreading more of her wetness
on him. If lined up properly, his monstercock probably reached almost to her
chest. “I want all of it inside me.”
He couldn't play with her arse in their position, so he groped her non-existent
breasts instead. The 10-year-old was deliciously flat, not a hint of puberty on
her body. She sang moans of pleasure as he teased her tiny nipples, her
androgynous figure adding to the dirtiness of what he was about to do. He
leaned down to kiss her neck as she lined up her butt with his erection.
She didn't need to say any more. He grabbed her and guided her on the couch,
the furniture making up for their height difference as she waited for him in
all fours. Her prepubescent anus was soaked wet and loosened; things were about
as good as either of them could hope for. He couldn't believe he was about to
rape a little child, but most of all he couldn't believe how eager he was to
see it through.
He started pushing in, knowing full well it wouldn't be easy, no matter how
much of a buttslut she was. His girth really was about the size of her arm, and
he wondered whether her intestines would be torn apart as he defiled them. He
started making some progress, even as Lilya's breathing became louder and more
laboured.
Her shitter was impossibly tight, even with just his head inside her, but she
had asked for everything he could give her, and he wasn't about to disappoint
an impressionable little girl. He kept pushing forward, slowly and steadily,
the young child biting her lips and clenching her fists around the couch's
fabric to endure the stress on her way too small body.
As he got deeper and deeper inside of her, he started bobbing his hips
slightly, trying to get the last few inches in the grade schooler's poop chute.
Her tightness and her warmth were leagues above any woman he'd had in recent
memory. There was no way they could compare with this preteen goddess. Her
rectum was built to make pedophiles out of decent men.
Just like that, he was balls deep in her bowels. Little Lilya was shaking from
the experience, undoubtedly having had an orgasm or two in the process. He
reached over her and gently touched her body, although this did little to calm
her down in her oversensitive state. He could even feel a small distension on
her previously flat belly around her navel, her immature body deforming around
his adult organ.
“I'm just getting started,” he warned her. As pleasurable as having ten inches
of cock shoved where she poops from must have been for her, he hadn't orgasmed
yet, and he wasn't planning on stopping until he was was fully satisfied. Of
course, that day might never come, as Lilya's kiddy rectum was perhaps his best
life experience, and he'd gladly spend every remaining second of his life being
buried in it.
He started pulling out of her, the grip of her anus so unyielding that it got
pulled out a little alongside him. She let out an assortment of "ah"s and "oh"s
as all that remained of her cock stuffing was the glans. He put his hands on
her butt and spread them as he exited her fully, gazing down on her impressive
gape and the heavenly pink softness of her innards.
He pushed inside her again, finding the penetration much easier and faster this
time, having stretched her to her limits before. Then he pulled out and
repeated the motion, building up to a steady rhythm, as her arsehole let out
disgusting noises and smells. Their hips slapped together, fluids and air
mixing as the vacuum of her anal tunnel changed.
This did little to stop him. In fact, it made him all the more excited, fully
immersing him in the act of sodomising a girl too young to have had her first
period, never mind getting fucked anally. She lowered a hand on her abdomen,
probably to feel how her belly bulged as her digestive tract was adopting the
shape of his manhood.
His pace increased, as did his grip on her baby smooth, tiny buttocks. As his
excitement built up, his motions became wilder and rougher—perhaps too rough
considering their size difference and her age. But gradually he discovered that
he didn't care much.
He was enchanted by the things unfolding before him. He couldn't stop staring
at the ten inches being pumped in her shitter, her anus disfigured and raw from
the stretching and the friction. Her soft skin and her even softer internals,
blazing hot and painfully tight with the taboo tenderness of a prepubescent
girl. And if the smells and sounds of sodomy didn't remind him, then her moans
certainly did: that he was corrupting what ought to be pure and innocent in the
most debauched manner.
How could he have gone without this pleasure for so many years? Now that he'd
felt it, he'd rather die than live on without it. There were so many things he
wanted to do to her, to every inch of her perfect, hairless body, until not a
cell remained that hadn't pleasured a cock.
His orgasm was sudden, and it was furious. He let out the semen he'd built up
all these days, taking with it all of his frustration and his hesitation, every
spurt seemingly stronger than the last. He inseminated the 10-year-old's
intestines, fully expecting her to shit nothing but his jizz for the next
couple of days.
They both collapsed on the couch, their bodies dripping a foul concoction of
their bodily fluids. They did nothing but try to catch their breaths, feeling
up each other's bodies in the afterglow of their orgasms. Cleaning up would
come later. Excuses would come later. The only thing remaining was what they
had done, and all they planned on doing.
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