Copyright © 2000, Boffo. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, November 04, 2000 A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: angela1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/f pedo con Story_intro: I invited Angela inside for some hot chocolate and she followed silently, looking around as she walked and evaluating the inside of my home and it's furnishings. She was quite comfortable with strangers. I soon found myself evaluating her nubile breasts, noticing they were sculpted of baby fat and baggy t-shirt. Her black shirt had Harley Davidson wings on the front and it looked like it belonged to her mom. Her brunette hair spilled down her back, and her roundish cheeks reminded me that she was a child rather than a woman. Angela's jeans were worn and faded, her tennis shoes torn at the toes. Angela gets a nut, ch 1 Written by Boffo The new house in the pine grove was quiet and empty. The insurance settlement from the truck driver who hit me the year before left me with a modest sum of money, and I was looking for solitude when I purchased the country home earlier that summer. No more wearing a phony neck brace, just peace, solitude, and financial freedom for the next several years. What more could a single guy in his forties want? I played the field and scored sex regularly, picking up chicks at the nightclubs in town and fucking them senseless in front of my fireplace. All it took was my line about being independently wealthy and single and I could usually get the hottest babe in the place naked before the night was over. Except for the housekeeper who came in once a week on Wednesdays, I was alone in my seclusion and personal interests, living about 15 miles from town in a quiet mountain setting with around 20 neighbors. The houses were farm style and large, spaced about a football field apart and barely visible through the trees. I could see only the corner of one neighbor's house in the distance and just a fenceline along the back, the property sloped downhill and disappeared into thick pines. My dog was yapping at something in the yard, probably a squirrel or deer I thought. Looking out the window I saw a young girl, perhaps 9 or 10 years old strolling through my sparsely grassed front yard. My dog and I were new to the subdivision so it wasn't uncommon for her to bark incessantly when someone was near. I stepped out onto the deck and yelled at the dog to be quiet. She cowered slightly and started wagging, cautiously approaching the girl and licking at her hand. The girl responded hesitantly but soon made friends with Lady, clapping her hands on her knees and petting the dog briskly when it jumped up with it's front paws on her lap. "Hey there", I said as I snapped my fingers for Lady to behave and stop jumping on the girl. "Hi", replied the girl. She stopped petting the dog and squinted up at me standing on the deck above her, the morning sun was in her eyes. "Who may I ask, are you?", I said. The girl stammered, "I'm Angela". "I'm sorry if I woke you up mister, I was just trying to pet your dog, um, Lady". I told her my name and quizzed her about where she lived and what she was doing home from school. Her mom is divorced she said, and they lived by themselves in a place down the road. She's home schooled but not really, her mom is passed out drunk by 9:00 most mornings and leaves her to entertain herself, usually watching cartoons on TV and eating ravioli from a can. Her mom thinks she is very responsible for her age because she always manages to keep out of trouble, and her uncle from town is borderline retarded and visits them occasionally. Aside from appearing terribly lonely, the girl was friendly but a bit slow for her age. The home schooling wasn't going very well it seemed. Angela lacked the sophistication of other 9 year olds and I soon found myself feeling sorry for her and her environment. I invited Angela inside for some hot chocolate and she followed silently, looking around as she walked and evaluating the inside of my home and it's furnishings. She was quite comfortable with strangers. I soon found myself evaluating her nubile breasts, noticing they were sculpted of baby fat and baggy t-shirt. Her black shirt had Harley Davidson wings on the front and it looked like it belonged to her mom. Her brunette hair spilled down her back, and her roundish cheeks reminded me that she was a child rather than a woman. Angela's jeans were worn and faded, her tennis shoes torn at the toes. We sat in the living room near the fireplace and I placed coasters on the coffee table for our chocolate. Angela was still prattling on about her mom and disabled uncle, telling me that his name is Bill and he hangs out at a topless bar in town looking at girl's titties all night. I looked at her, surprised at what I heard her say. She smiled and rolled her eyes at me exclaiming "Jeez!", like I was a moron listening to a 9 year old tell me about tits. I remarked that she was beginning to show signs of breasts herself, and nodded toward the bumps in her shirt. Angela proudly pushed her chest out at me, pulling the t-shirt tight against her body and accentuating the puffy dots that were her juvenile breasts. "My mom says mine are going to get bigger than hers prolly", as she glanced downward at the small swellings. Unusually bold, I thought, or was it ignorance? "Uncle Bill comes home feeling all nasty and stuff and makes me show him my boobs. My mom used to make him stop, but now she's usually too drunk and just lets him. And that's not all either. I help him get his nut so he doesn't go crazy." "His nut?", I asked stupidly. Angela explained that uncle Bill sometimes chased after the nudie girls at the bar and got himself into trouble with the local law. The dancers tolerated him at first, but now they don't hesitate to call the police when uncle Bill tries to get a little piece of ass in the parking lot after the bars close. Bill was a simple idiot who liked poontang and he was using his sister and niece to get his rocks off when he was unsuccessful at the nightclubs. Angela seemed proud that she was able to satisfy her uncle's lust, and confided in me that they played lots of different nasty games to make him cum. She'd been doing this as long as she could remember, stating that she'd been helping uncle Bill to get his nut since she was in kindergarten. "Or he goes crazy", she said. The manipulating bastard had quite a nice arrangement going. "What sort of stuff do you and uncle Bill do?", I asked, feeling my own erection throbbing and wondering what delights this child had performed on her uncle. She stared at the swelling in my pants and cast a knowing glance in my direction. "I could get your nut for you if you want", she said, and I almost lost it right then and there. This child already knew the power that sex held over men, and I was eager to help this little babe loose my cum from my aching balls. "S-sure", I stammered. The eager 9 year old scooted closer to me on the couch and grasped my bulge with her little hand through the fabric of my jeans. I pulled the t-shirt up over her head and pulled her arms through it, ogling the puffy nips that were her juvenile titties. Little handfuls of fat with a pink cone on top was a more accurate description, but certainly large enough to qualify as boobs. "Unca Bill says my boobs will get big if I eat his nut." I was slightly embarassed at the way she was talking, the terms she used for sperm and orgasm were crude and back-woods sounding. "But I think he's a liar!", she snapped. "Why?", I said curiously, even though I was pretty sure about what the answer was going to be. "Because he gets his nut in my mouth almost every day and nothing happens." Seeing the tremendous opportunity in her statement, I added that Unca Bill knew perfectly well what he was talking about and that she needed to learn patience. Furthermore, I went on, some girls speed up the process by getting men to shoot their "nut" up their bottoms, thereby avoiding the losses that might take place through swallowing. Angela was curious about this process and listened intently as I kneaded her small breasts. A tiny roll of skin and fat spilled over the top of her jeans and I noted that they were too tight. "Can we take these off?", I asked sheepishly, and the girl unsnapped and scooted out of them like she always did on the stranger's living room couch. Her panties were white but off-color, and a small bulge existed where the mound of her pubis was. She pulled at the legband of her panties and stretched the elastic far to the side, exposing a bald cunt that was about as pretty as any I'd seen. "Unca Bill jacks off his dick while I do this for him." I watched as her deft fingers found their way to the bald crack and fiddled at the nub of flesh exposed near the top. Thick fleshy lips were parted by her finger and I watched in amazement while she slid the length of her longest finger up and down the moist crack, occasionally dipping into the pink well near the bottom and lubricating the length of her 9 year old cunt. She probed deeply with her middle finger and extracted it from her underaged twat, holding it steady at arms length and admiring the clear stickiness of her discharge. "Wanna smell?", she asked, as if she was following a secret protocol or something. I leaned forward and allowed the child to slowly drag the fragrant finger back and forth under my nose. "Nice", I said, and sucked it into my mouth to taste. The pungeant twang was like a fine wine and I savored it. Angela was beaming with pride, smug with the knowledge that vaginal secretions had such an intoxicating effect on men. In this way she was advanced for her years. I suddenly realized where I was and what was going on. I looked around the room frightened, expecting to see an angry mom looking for her lost kid. Instead all I saw was a curiously exciting 9 year old holding her panties open so I could stare at her cunt. "Don't worry", she said, "My mom's been drunk all morning. She won't wake up 'til after lunch time." I nodded quite exasperatedly and went back to staring at her spread privates. My cock lurched in my jeans and Angela felt it jump under her hand. "I think something wants to spit up", she said, and unzipped my fly with a practiced motion. My dick was engorged when she pulled it free from my shorts and I almost fainted when I watched as her tiny hand jerked my meat up and down. Clear seminal fluid was leaking from the head and making her hand wet. I couldn't believe the sheer nastiness of the scene, my fat member beating the rythm of my heart in her hand, little shots of clear lubricant oozing from the end of my cock as she stroked. She smeared the sticky liquid up and down my shaft, her lips locked in an O shape as she appeared mesmerized by the drippy mess in her hand. "Some of your nut can't wait to come out.", she mentioned casually. "Let's just see what I can do about that." She sounded like her mother probably sounded, like she saw this scene practiced before and knew the script. I visualized Unca Bill beating his meat furiously, pointing his erect dick at Angela's face and showering her with his jizz. Angela, upturned face and naked as a little deer, catching copious sprays of her uncle's sperm on her face, mad because he was missing her mouth with the breast-enlarging goo. Drunk mom holding her daughter's head still, pointing her face toward the spurting cock while her brother emptied his nuts on her child's face. The mental scene was no match for Angela's talents as she bobbed her face down onto my sticky cock. I felt the pre-cum slick knob of my penis enter her mouth and instantly warm from her saliva. The sensations were mind boggling. A naked 9 year old girl with brunette hair spilling onto her pale shoulders. Crossed legs with her panties pulled to the side, bald 4th grader cunt pouting through the leg hole. The back of her head was visible bobbing up and down in my lap, my unbelievably slick penis glistening with pre-cum sliding in and out of her O shaped lips, pale and thin from stretching around the fleshy circumference of my dick. She must have sensed my ass cheeks tightening, because she pulled her face off of my cock and sat up straight on the couch. The agony of my condition left me horrified at the prospect of her stopping such a miraculous blowjob. "Do you have any margarine?", she asked, and I pointed toward the kitchen completely dumbfounded. The pain in my cock was excruciating as I watched her lithe body disappear into the kitchen and emerge a moment later with a tub of spread. "Wha..?", I managed to blurt out, as she pulled the lid off the tub and scraped a large wad of oleo out of the container with her middle finger. "This is what Unca Bill makes me do", and she stuck her finger far back in her throat, spreading the margarine around her tonsils and coating the back of her tongue. I must have still had the stupid expression on my face when Angela gaped her mouth wide, slowly impaling her throat on my dick and sheathing it with the ribbed tightness of her neck. It was truly unbelievable. Unca Bill was a master and I was but a pupil. This poor preteen girl had been molested and abused by a world class pervert. I watched as Angela's cheeks puffed with each extraction of my cock from her throat, grabbing a quick breath and pushing her head back down onto my greased pole. Her thin lips brushed my pubic hair as I watched my fat cock expand her throat and stretch the skin across the cartilage of her esophagus. A tear streamed down her cheek and I could see her wince with pain when her nose bottomed out on my stomach. My ass tightened again and I thrust my hips forward, keeping my schlong buried in her throat while pulling on the back of her head. Angela was panicking from lack of air so I let her come up a few inches. She seemed to appreciate the gesture and patted my leg while slurping noisily on my wet dick. She looked straight into my eyes as she sucked, her brown pools of radiance were hypnotizing as I watched my meat disappear into her mouth. "That margarine is a good trick", I breathed, and Angela winked and smiled, my cock popping momentarily from her lips as the first huge blast of cum shot into her mouth and up her nose. Angela sneezed. Cum flew from her mouth and nostrils, spraying me in the face and all over my shirt. The second big splash of cum hit the target. Angela pointed my spurting cock back toward her mouth and lapped at the jizz as it shot out. She looked like a little kitty, pink tongue swirling the head of my dick as the thick streamers of sperm played from my cockhead to her lips. She pulled her mouth from my penis and opened wide. The sperm stretched temporarily across the opening of her mouth as she tried to stick her tongue down my throat. The heady aroma and soda-taste of sperm was thick in our mouths as she sucked on my tongue, mixing my cum with our spit and swirling the salty discharge around inside. "Whew!", I sighed, pushing Angela away and wiping cum from my face and lips. She wiped sperm from her mouth with her forearm and said with a sore throat, "I'd better be going." I frowned and waved, totally collapsed and exhausted on the couch. "You shoot a big nut", she said, and stepped away from the mess, grabbing her pants and shirt. My shriveling dick was still leaking cum in my lap as I watched her pull on her clothes and slip quietly out the door. 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