hree choppy paragraphs with spelling errors that make us want to give up all hope for the younger generations. I still refuse to accept the fact that those stories are actually written by adults.

Alright, I can sense your irritation from here so I'll get you hooked by telling you that this story recounts my sexual experiences with a rather....young girl. She was a fully willing participant, I assure you, and she was a treasure to be sure. I defy any of you to resist that ivory complexion, the dark ringlets of silky hair, those radiant green eyes, and blossoming figure. Everything about her was breathtaking, she had an almost regal beauty for someone her age, most people would expect the appeal to be that she WAS childish. That's not the case, I was...and am attracted to her quiet sensuality, her intelligence and maturity for one so young, and her presence. I have no choice but to label myself that foul, hateful word...pedophile...she's only 13 years old, and only just.

Alright, I'm going to get ahead of myself if I don't watch it. I should start with me, I suppose, seeing as the imagery in these stories tends to be kind of important. Now no one believes me when I tell people what I look like over the internet for some reason. I guess separate the pieces don't look so bad, but I assure you that I am by no means any sort of prize. I'm hardly the kind of person you would look twice at...except maybe for one factor. My height. I'm 6'8"...see, you don't believe me, do you? Well I am, and to top it all off I have attention-grabbing red hair. My eyes always seem to be squinting and people say that I always look angry. My head is more square shaped than most people's because my jaw and chin are somewhat more pronounced than the average man's. Also, I hate telling you this, but I have big lips...sort of. Most people have a smaller upper lip than a lower lip....not the case for me. I suppose it's not too noticeable, but I can't help hating it.

I'm the artist type, so I'm constantly sitting in my room drawing something or other, or occasionally I'll try my hand at writing, just for a change of pace. As is the case for this piece, although I don't usually write auto-biographical stuff....it makes me somewhat uncomfortable. That should do, I think, you have fair idea of who I am, and I'm sure that the general tone of this piece will give you some insight as to how my twisted little head works.

I had been watching her for quite some time, I had never considered actually doing anything to the girl. My morals were still that much intact at that point. Aside from that, to force myself on such a creature would have been a crime...and I don't just mean in the literal sense. She would often ride her bike past my house, wearing tight little shorts that gave me a wonderful visual of those silky thighs pumping up and down as she pedaled around the street. Sometimes she would even wear skirts that rode up around her hips while she rode. I used to watch her every single day as she rode around the street. Most times I couldn't resist grabbing hold of my weapon and rubbing myself furiously while I watched her. This went on for some time, me watching her and getting myself off alone. It wasn't until about 8 months ago that things started to develop between us.

I was sitting at the computer, shamefully looking at some pictures of girls around her age. I feel somewhat embarassed, as at this point I hadn't known her name. She was merely a body to me then. I remember seeing her riding up the street past the front yard to mine and my parents' house. I had watched her do this many times, and it seemed like she was going slower than normally, I knew something was different about that day when I saw her face. She had a bashful look on her face and I couldn't tell from where I was, but I think she might have been blushing slightly. I leaned closer to the window, turning off the computer monitor and pulling my fully erect member from my jeans. It gets to a point where it's hard work extracting that thing from one's pants, and I remember having that little problem as I tried to fish my throbbing cock from my jeans. I finally managed to extract it and lightly began stroking it as I watched her. She rode right past my house, I noticed she was in her shortest white skirt, my favorite one. It showed off most of her pale legs and hips, as it rode up further and further she appeared not to notice.

When she was just about right in front of my window her bike fell over sideways. I stood up, alarmed, about to rush out to see if she was alright. It was a good thing I didn't, I almost certainly would have run out with my manhood waving around. I'm just that forgetful. It was awestruck by the sight I saw, and I felt compelled to stroke myself harder than ever. She was laying with her tiny little butt facing me, and her skirt had ridden all the way up. The most amazing thing, however, was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I was presented the sight of two of the most glorious preteen globes of flesh capping two very lovely legs that were currently splayed out on the pavement in an almost submissive way. It took me a while for me to lift my eyes to her face but when I finally did look I noticed with no small amount of horror that she was looking at me with a coy smile on her little face.

I must have done a triple take upon seeing her, for she let out a small giggle and finally managed to stand back up. She began walking her bicycle back down the street where she had come, but before she disappeared from sight she gave me a small little smile and a wave. It took me several minutes to pull my jaw off the floor and regain some form of composure. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. An exhibitionist 11 year old seemed almost unthinkable at that point in my life. I knew then that I had to pursue this further. I think that some part of me knew that I was headed down a road that there was no turning back from, but I honestly didn't care.

The next day she was there again, this time in a pair of skimpy cotton shorts that clung to her curvacious bottom in a most appealing way. I stood right in the window so that she could easily see me, with my member out and pointing directly at her surprised face. I merely smiled as I took my member in my hand and began pumping up and down on the throbbing shaft. She eyed my reproductive organ for a few moments before suddenly seeming to come to her senses she rode back the way she had came. Her face was an interesting hue of red.

I was furious, and I silently cursed myself for scaring her off by acting too fast. I decided to at least wait until the next day before I started damning myself.

She didn't come.

I cursed myself. I had blown it already, just by acting too fast I had ruined what might have become a very interesting relationship with the mysterious girl down the street. I couldn't concentrate at college, my paintings looked like shit and I knew it. My mind was constantly wandering back to the girl.

It went on like that for a week or more, there was no sign of her. I was certain that I would never see her again, and my little ritual of self-manipulation was forever thrown off now that I was missing my little angel. I remember driving my car home from college one day to see her riding her bike down the street, heading towards my car. My heart started beating faster merely by looking at her, I couldn't believe how much I loved just seeing her. When I got close enough I waved...almost bashfully. I let out a visible and audible sigh of relief when she not only returned the wave but flashed me an adorable little smile.

I beamed back at her before passing and pulled into my driveway. When I walked up to my front door I noticed a small slip of paper sitting nestled in between the screen door and the doorframe. I opened the folded piece of paper to see her beautiful flowing writing, it was almost elegant and far more developed than was normal for a girl her age. It simply read.

"I've been thinking about you. Can we talk?"

There was also a phone number scrawled on the bottom of the page. I only assumed and hoped it was hers.

I regarded the note without a word for a few moments before finally looking up the street. A silly grin broke my face near in two as I headed inside. I could scarcely wait to call her. I didn't bother with the whole dating game, phone tag bullshit where the one who receives the number is supposed to wait X number of days to keep Y% of their diginity. That was just a silly formality and a pretense, I wanted to talk to her now and I wanted her to know that I wanted to talk to her. I gave her enough time to get home...or what I assumed was enough time, before I dialed the number.

So there I was, standing in the middle of my dark living room with a phone clutched in my sweaty hand. Each ring brought me that much closer to a heart attack. I felt like I was calling to ask the most popular girl in school out on a date or something. This was idiotic, here I am, a college freshman, getting nervous calling a 13 year old girl....I repeated that in my head but it didn't help any, I remained as nervous and twitchy as ever.

After what seemed an eternity of eternities she answered the phone. I knew it was her just by the sound, it was exactly what I had expected from my little angel. Clear and high and sweet like a silver bell. I only smiled at her shy "h-hello?"

I drew a little bit of solace from the fact that she was as nervous as I was. I managed to find my breath and get out a small, "hello"

So there we were on opposite ends of the phone, neither one of us really knew what to say to the other for a few moments so I decided to break the ice a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about scaring you."

"Oh no, I...I liked it..."

I laughed slightly, "I liked watching you, too. You're very pretty."

She gave a small, girlish laugh and replied shyly, "Thank you."

"So can I know your name? Mine's Joe." I said with some growing confidence.

"I'm Alice." She replied quickly. There was a long silence between us, and then she spoke up again. "Look, I know you've been watching me...and actually, I knew that you were for a long time. I've...I've seen you around and I've been thinking about you a lot and..." She cut herself off, she sounded so desperate and shy and panicked. "I was wondering if we could meet? I really want to meet you..."

I didn't reply right away, because a part of me knew that she was a naive young girl and could have been getting herself into a lot of trouble pursuing an older guy like this. I wasn't the wrong type of guy, I didn't think, but then any guy has to wonder if they're entertaining the thought of having sex with a very young girl. My instinct finally won out over my conscience and I said. "How about now?"

She gasped audibly in surprise or glee, I couldn't tell. There was definitely the hint of a squeal in there somewhere. I only managed a grin.

"Okay!" She finally said happily, "My dad won't be home for another hour so I have time."

"Mine won't be back the rest of the night, so why not come over here?"

"Okay!" She said again.

I smiled, "Alice, I feel like I should warn you against this. I mean, you're going to go to my house when you know full well what my tastes in women are."

She only laughed and hung up the phone. I was giddy with excitement as I stared expectantly out my window. It wasn't long before I saw her in her white skirt and a dark green shirt that clung to her small torso. She was fairly racing down the street, her wavy brown hair flew out behind her head as she rode right up to my front door and knocked, her smile never left her face.

I greeted her my own silly grin and let her inside the house with me. I made sure that no one saw us enter the house together and closed the door behind us. I turned on a few lights so that I could more properly see her. She was a vision with that shy little grin on her face, standing there with her arms folded in front of her, her beautiful green eyes roaming all over the place as she nervously looked around the room. I took a seat on the only suitable piece of furniture in the room, a small leather loveseat, and indicated that she come sit next to me. She did so with only a moment's hesitation.

"What do you say we skip all the pretenses and just be honest as to our intentions?" I said with a grin. She looked nervously at me but grinned back, "I know this is kind of a weird situation....for both of us....but I've been thinking about you a lot for a long time now."

"I know, I....I've been thinking about you and..." She looked down and blushed furiously.

I smiled, "I think I know what you've been doing." I said with a grin, "you've been doing what I was doing when I looked at you."

She only nodded a little, blushing even deeper.

"It's alright, that's why we're here, because we like the eachother. I know you know a little about this stuff now, and what two adults do when they like eachother."

She looked up at me and nodded, and I reached around her waist with one arm and pulled her tiny form closer to mine. She didn't resist at all but instead nestled herself slightly against my hip as I looked directly into her eyes. "I know that some people would think of this as wrong, but I've liked you for a long time now and I can't stop myself any longer."

She only nodded slightly in response, "I...I don't want you to.....to stop yourself." She said breathlessly.

I lowered my head to hers and planted a kiss on her small lips, she rose to meet it and kissed back. I felt her mouth open slightly and I did the same, her small tongue slid into my mouth as I moved against her, pressing her down into the bottom cushion as I leaned over her, the kiss between us grew more passionate, our breathing escalating and growing louder and more ragged.

I placed a hand on her knee and slowly began sliding my hand up her thigh, she only responded by spreading her legs to give me more access to her most sacred areas.

Now I don't know what any of you think, but to have a young girl submissively giving herself to you at such a tender age has got to be one of the most erotic things I have ever had the pleasure to witness. She must have been reacting on pure instinct during those first few wild moments. I remember pulling away from the kiss as my hand neared it's final destination to see her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust as I'm sure mine must have been. I felt the heat from her as I finally placed my hand on her soft and delicate mound, feeling the depression between her lips and pressing my finger slightly into it. She gasped and actually pulled my head back down to hers to meet in a kiss. Our tongues wrapped around eachother and explored the other with unrelenting passion as I began a steady rhythm on her mound. I merely rubbed my hand in slow circles against the dampening crotch of her panties.

I pulled away from the kiss again, much to her displeasure. I assured her, however, that I was going to need my mouth for something much better. She seemed to understand better than a girl her age should, and she only looked up at me with trusting eyes as I reached to the bottom of her shirt and drew it up over her head.

I cannot express in words the beauty of those budding breasts. I can only do the best I can with what little I have, needless to say they were my idea of perfect. Two small hints of breasts only just beginning to sprout from her perfect torso above a slightly round tummy. I slid my hand up her stomach and slid it over her incredibly soft and yielding breast. I gently kneaded the fleshy mound, feeling her hard pink nipple pressing into my palm. Her mouth hung open slightly as she silently watched my ministrations on her body. I gently took her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it slightly.

"Ow!" she yelled quickly, but quickly her yells became the faintest of whispers as she whispered to herself, "ow......ow.....uhnn...ow...." in a never-ending series of lust filled remarks. She closed her eyes completely and reared her head back as I gently twisted her tiny little nubbin in my large fingers. She was totally engrossed in the sensation, and only lifted her cute little butt for me when I pulled her skirt down her small legs. She was wearing the cutest little pair of green panties, and I merely admired these for a moment before peeling them off her.

I simply love the way panties come off a girl's pussy, how the crotch always seems to be the very last part to finally come away. Perhaps it was the dampened state of Alice's mound but for whatever reason I was treated to that wonderful little show where I watched more and more of her beautiful navel reveal itself to me until the crotch of her panties pulled away, revealing her bald and beautiful little slit. I tossed her panties aside and had to admire the wonderful craftsmanship of this creature beneath me. If god exhisted, he must have been an artist. That little hairless mound, blushing pink and spread invitingly, with the merest hint of pink flesh glistening underneath and her small little clit, already quite firm and peering out from between her fleshy lips.

I lowered my mouth to her mound, wanting only to bring her pleasure at this moment. To feel her and hear her as she came for me. She lay back on the couch, her legs spread wide, as I let my tongue slide slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing in between her labia and tasting her and finally ending on her clit, running my tongue in slow circles around it. She moaned out loud, a high, girlish noise, and placed her small hands on the back of my head. I repeated the process, licking slowly upwards and eventually settling in to a rhythmic tonguing of her pussy, paying her tiny engorged clit the most attention as I took it between my lips, and even my teeth, nibbling slightly on it, much to her surprise. She gasped as I nibbled gently on her clit, finally murmuring "harder" to me in a breathy voice. I obliged, biting down the slightest bit harder on her clit, causing her no small amount of pain as I bit down slightly.

"Owww." She groaned lustily and spread her legs even further for me. I moved my hand down that wonderfully flat tummy of hers, pressing one finger inside of her. At this point she was too far gone to protest to anything I might do to her. I pushed two fingers inside of her, reveling in the feel of her slick walls contracting around me. I had only pushed them in to the first knuckle so as not to hurt her. She only squealed slightly as I began to slowly press my fingers into her, I kept biting down on her tiny clit, occasionally giving her labia or clit a quick nip. The girl had a masochistic streak, because she would howl out "owww," and groan and grind her damp pussy onto my mouth, obviously hoping for more attention from my teeth.

I slid my fingers in and out, pressing slightly deeper each time, feeling her beginning to subconsciously thrust back on my fingers, grinding her hips onto me and arching her back. I felt her most sacred barrier resisting me, and I knew she didn't notice at all, not in her severely heightened state of arousal. I knew that I would have to time this right in order for her to permit me to do it. I kept my fingers inside of her as I positioned myself at her holy gate. I fished my throbbin member out of my pants. She opened her eyes and looked at my throbbing cock with a mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear.

Another thing that most people don't believe about me when I tell them online, is that my penis is 9 inches long when aroused. Keeping in mind that I am 6'8" it doesn't seem that unbelievable. Choose to believe or not, at the very least for the purposes of the story, try to imagine what the poor girl was willing to go through to please me and her.

Tendrils of clear pre-cum oozed down onto her navel, collecting in tiny little pools. I placed my cock head at the entrance, she looked at it with her eyes half closed. "Do it." She whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Joe."

That was more than enough for me, I began to slowly push into her. My cock head spread her pussy lips obscenely, and she chewed on her lower lip, watching as I penetrated her for the first time. She winced slightly as I inched deeper into her, her muscles tightening around me rhythmically as I invaded her depths. I pushed warmly, wetly into her until I felt her hymen. I looked down at her with tenderness in my eyes, and she returned the look and gave me the slightest of nods. I knelt down and kissed her passionately as I pressed against her hymen. She kissed back passionately, her tongue fighting with mine. She began to let out high pitched squeals of pain as I increased the pressure, but she never stopped kissing even when I finally tore through her hymen, pushing forward another three inches into her.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mouth open in a frozen scream, her breathing coming in shallow breaths and a few tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Alice...are you alright?" I asked, looking down at her and the blood leaking down around my shaft. Her only response was a nod and a "please"

I took her meaning and continued pushing into her, feeling more and more of her take me inside of her as I explored deep within her. Her vaginal walls contracted against me as I further invaded her.

"deep." she gasped as I continued pushing in, "is it all in?" she asked me with a hint of desperation in her voice. I continued pushing deeper within her wordlessly, I had about three inches left to go, and when she lifted her head and looked down at what was left she started breathing harder and looking up at the ceiling. "Finish it." she moaned.

I nodded and with one quick, savage thrust, finished pushing inside of her. I was now fully immersed and inside of her as she lay there, gasping. Her beautiful chest heaved as she got used to being filled. I allowed her to get used to it for a few more moments and finally began pulling out slightly. She let out a desperate "No!" but then moaned loudly when I pushed back in. I slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in, beginning a slow rhythm inside of her.

It didn't take her long to start responding and automatically thrusting her tiny hips back up at me as my thick pole slid in and out of her. Her hairless pussy swallowed me up whole as I moved slowly in and out of her, I pulled out almost all the way and plunged back, deep within her. Each inward thrust bringing the head of my cock against her cervix. I moved in and out of her, increasing my tempo as my orgasm began to build. It was indescribably tight inside of her and it felt like she was squeezing the blood out of my cock as she began approaching her own orgasm. I wanted us to come together more than anything as I began speed up even more in and out of her. The noise of my powerful thrusts filled the room. They were the obscene squelching noises that seemed to fit better in a pornographic video than in our situation, but the two of us were too fargone to care about such trivial matters as we both peaked together, her contracting wildly around my weapon and seemingly sucking me deeper into her and me erupting in a powerful tide of thick, white cum.

The two of us were sweating profusely now, and as I flipped her tiny nude form so that she was resting on top of me, I gently caressed her buttox. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered as she nuzzled against me. I only nodded and kissed her forehead softly as I felt myself gradually softening inside of her.

We lay like that for God knows how long, both of us enjoying being in eachother's presence and reveling in the scent of the other, of the feel of it. It was the first time we lay together, but we both knew that it wouldn't be the last. I finally withdrew my soft tool from her pussy, releasing a veritable flood of our mixed cum and trace amounts of her blood.

"When can I see you like this again?" Alice asked me softly, staring into my eyes as her head rested on my chest.

I smiled at her warmly and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips, the merest hint of our tongues pressing against eachother as we lay like that. "Whenever we want, my parents are going out of town this weekend." I said. She smiled back at me, "I can say I'm going to a friend's house for the weekend." She said mischeviously. I grinned back at her, the prospects of what could happen with an entire weekend with her were simply dazzling.

I finally sent her home, Lord knows how distraught she must have been with my dried cum staining the inside of her thigh and filling her up. I only smiled as he gave me a final wave, disappearing from my sight.

 

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old her the same thing when she asked. I must have been feeling more forward than usual, the action wasn’t like me. I didn’t regret it.

She was reluctant, but she eventually agreed. I knew that she would be signing herself over to me for the night and I didn’t want to disappoint. I had set the date for next week, so all there was to do now was wait. We kept in touch a little bit, we were both excited about the prospect, and both of us were more excited than we were letting on. I grinned as I read her e-mails to me. She seemed very eager, I found that appealing in a woman.

The week finally came to a close, and the night of Brit's big debut was finally here. I didn’t need to pack much, except for my suit. I figured I’d try and look a little nice for her today. I had instructed her on how to dress, hopefully she didn’t ignore me. I was silent as I drove down the winding roads from my rural home and into the rigid, geometric roads of the city. I didn’t even put any music on. My heart was beating faster than usual and my blood was roaring through me. I could almost swear that I heard it.

It was nightfall when I finally reached the place. Rain pelted my car and I just sat back for a moment, enjoying the melodious sound. It calmed me and I eventually felt my head clearing up a little bit. I took a breath and stepped outside, moving quickly for fear of ruining my outfit. I know the usual thing to do is to set the protagonist up to wait for his beautiful prize to step through the door. However, the real world doesn’t follow that particular cliché.

She was sitting alone in the front room. She was wearing, as I instructed, a white blouse with no bra and a black skirt, black stockings, and shoes. I know it seems customary to make them wear heels, but I never saw the point. She was a comely woman, with soft attractive features underneath her shoulder length brown hair. She had shapely legs that disappeared under her immodest skirt and good sized breasts (although I couldn’t tell you exactly what size the were.) I let my eyes roam up and down over her for a few moments more, noting that her nipples were poking out from her blouse already. I allowed a small smile to creep onto my face, trying not to appear condescending as my cock had been waiting to stand at attention since I had looked at her, and knowing the depraved acts that she would be joining me in didn’t help to keep me under control.

She noticed me as well when I began to walk over to her. I walked confidently, crossing the room slowly so that I stood before her. She stood immediately, and was perhaps a little shocked when she looked up at me. I had warned her about my being over six and a half feet tall, but apparently something gets lost in translation. She barely reached my chest. I extended my hand and clasped hers before doing anything else.

“It’s good to meet you, Brit.” I said casually, as if this were something that happened all the time. I sat down across from her and rested my elbows on the table. After a moment I motioned for her to sit. She did.

“Good to meet you, too.” She returned politely. She was more nervous than I was, and she was probably having a lot of doubts as to whether she was making the right choice here tonight. I merely grinned at her and let the thoughts and doubts slip through her mind.

“I’m not going to demean you by asking you if you know why you’re here, or any of that other pompous crap. I’m just going to ask you, one last time, if you really want this to happen. The moment that you do you’ll become mine for the night, and my attitude towards you will change drastically.” I said as I intertwined my hands on the table. The room was purposefully kept dark, and it was smoky and crowded, so I don’t think she could see the lustful glow in my eyes as I waited for her answer.

She took about a second to think about it. “Yes, I want this…” she said softly. There was anxiousness in her voice, undoubtedly. There was also eagerness. She wanted this to happen just as badly as I did. Possibly more.

I smiled again, a predatory smile that crept slowly over my face. “Good, the dungeon has been reserved for us. You’ll go down first and make yourself ready for me. Until then, sit here. I want to see if you did everything that I asked.” I said as I motioned to the chair next to me. She agreed and although I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra I immediately let my hand run over her soft breast through her blouse. I gave her nipple a little pinch, causing her to wince slightly, and I let my hand trail down her stomach. I had instructed her not to wear an panties. I laid my hand on her knee, pushing upward and inward towards her thigh. I could feel the heat from her sex on my fingertips and her legs spread to let my hand creep upwards more. My fingers felt the puffy outer lips, already slippery, and pushed deeper. I immediately slipped two fingers inside of her. She gasped and bit her lip as I pushed deep inside of her, letting her muscles clamp down on my fingers. I kept my hand inside of her and slowly slid them in and out of her.

“Good, you did as I asked.” I said. A new tone entering my voice that I recognized well, there was nothing warm in it. I was, for all intents and purposes, a machine tonight. This seems to contradict the pursuit of pleasure but I think that the surrender of it is synonymous with all the carnal sins that I liked to indulge in. “It’s good to see that I have an obedient girl, an obedient whore.”

She whimpered slightly, more in lust than in fear, and her hips were rocking against my fingers slightly as I kept sliding my fingers in and out of her.

“I’m going to lay down your rules for the night, doing whatever I say without questioning it is a given. You are to address me as sir or master, as is customary.” I looked into her eyes as I continued to bring her closer to orgasm. “Don’t complain, don’t speak unless spoken to, understand?”

She nodded, her face flushed and her mouth hanging open. “Yes…master” She almost whispered, and I felt her vaginal walls clamp down on my fingers, hard, and felt her spasming around my finger as she had a small orgasm right there. I grinned and withdrew my fingers, she mewled slightly in protest. I lifted my fingers up, slick with her. She didn’t need to be told what to do and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean while she looked at me. Her tongue played over my fingers teasingly while her eyes glazed over slightly.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth and stood up. “Follow Greg here, he’ll make you ready for me.” I said as I motioned to a surly looking black man standing in the corner. I nodded a silent thanks at him that he returned as she stood up and went to him. They disappeared around the corner quickly, and I ordered a drink. I would make her wait for perhaps ten minutes. In truth I was too anxious to wait any longer.

***

When I descended the stone steps I found her ready for me, as I expected. She had been shackled to the floor by her ankles and her arms had been tied behind her back in what must have been a strenuous position. She had been blindfolded and had a ball gag jammed into her mouth. Her clothes had been deposited somewhere, now all she wore was her black stockings. I stood directly behind her, staring at her damp sex that was thrust up at me. I could see that it had leaked down her thighs and onto the floor in places. I grinned. “My, you’re just begging for it tonight.” I said with a small smile.

I walked around her slowly, a lion looking down at his prey. I inspected her, and the various tools that hung on the walls around me, wondering what I would do. When staring down at a body that has been surrendered to you, that you have free reign with, one tends to become somewhat daunted by the task of abusing your power as creatively as possible.

I knelt down behind her, running my hand over her buttox slowly and enjoying the feel of her skin underneath my hand. Something that I had an affinity for was that ball gag, and I wanted to make her scream around it. I grinned widely as I knelt down behind her, fishing out my nine inches and mercilessly sliding it inside of her with one powerful thrust. She grunted around her ball gag as I did so, and pushed back against me. I gave her a slap to let her know to stop moving, she groaned in disappointment and stopped. I pulled out and pushed back into her slowly, lubricating myself more for what I was about to do. I pulled my slippery cock from her, much to her disappointment, and pressed the glistening head of my weapon against her anus. I began pushing up inside of her bowels, stretching her obscenely and painfully. I invaded her, and she did indeed scream. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up I pulled on her hair and pushed into her. I finally felt myself all the way in her hot, tight tunnel. The few thrusts I had enjoyed in her pussy had been very nice, but I knew my preference. I pulled out and thrust back up inside of her with the intent of causing the most pain.

She fairly screamed around her ball gag, tears streamed down her cheeks as I brutally sodomized her, my hand knotted in her hair. I’m a fairly strong man, I pride myself on it. I had no trouble supporting her upper body with my arm as I invaded her rectally. Her bowels clenched around my weapon as I slammed into her hot depths, each inward thrust causing her body to heave and her ass to jiggle in a way that I find irresistible and enticing.

I grunted slightly as I felt myself boiling over into sexual nirvana at the expense of this young woman and her dignity. I couldn’t have loved it more. I felt the sweet release as my seed erupted from me in a violent torrent up her rectum. She fairly screamed in either pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell which as every muscle in my body tightened and I held my breath.

I finally settled down, releasing her head and letting her slump down underneath me. I pulled out of her, loosing a slow flow of cum that dribbled from her anus down to her dripping sex. I grinned as I stood up. Leaving my semi-hard cock hanging from my pants. She was breathing hard now, and writhing around slightly on the floor. I moved over to her and undid her blindfold and gag. She looked anxiously up at me for a few moments before uttering “Thank you, Master” under her breath. I couldn’t help but grin slightly as I moved to undo her arm restraints. I wasn’t nearly done. I pulled up a chair that had been sitting in the corner and placed it closer to my temporary pet.

I sat down and motioned her closer. She had disobeyed an order by talking, but it wasn’t anything worth punishing for, she had said one of the only things that wouldn’t result in my punishing her further. I stared deeply into her eyes as she looked up at me and she stared back into mine. We were alone briefly in that dark, decadent world. I felt a smile creep over my face as I brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.

Looking at her naked form I immediately grew hard again, and I motioned to my tool. She seemed confused at first, when she understood she seemed reluctant.

“But you just…”

I didn’t give her any time to finish. I grabbed her by her throat and shoved her roughly onto her back. I leered over her and growled “Do not speak unless spoken to, and certainly don’t question me.” My voice had taken on a predatory rumble and my eyes gleamed fiercely. “You stay right there.”

I stood then, leaving her laying on the floor with a look of mixed fear and anticipation in her eyes. Apparently punishment was one of her favorite things as well as mine. In any case, it was going to happen. My footsteps echoed on the hard stone floor as I moved to the farthest wall, letting my fingertips play over the various instruments of pain and pleasure. I almost absent-mindedly lit some candles on the table as my eyes continued to scan my options. I grabbed a few things and headed back with everything. Including the candles.

I lay the items near the chair. She still lay on her back, looking at the many instruments with that same mixture of conflicting emotions. I merely smiled as I laid everything neatly on the floor near her.

I reached down, letting my hand run over her soft body, my rough hands traced over every feature. “I’ll bet you’d like to cum again, wouldn’t you, you little slut?” I asked idly as I gripped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it. She nodded fiercely, “Yes master”

“You shouldn’t have broken the rules set forth.” I said emotionlessly as I twisted her nipple brutally. She hissed in pain and arched her back, doing a wondrous job of keeping her hands at her sides. “I’m sorry, master.” She finally managed.

I smiled, placing the first clamp on her right nipple. She grunted slightly. I quickly grabbed the second clip and placed it on her left nipple, the flesh was pinched between the brutal metal tongs in a way that I found most enticing. I watched her writhe from the sensation even as I applied lubrication to her asshole once more. She gasped as the cool gel made contact. She gasped again as the first anal bead made its way inside of her rectum. They had always been my favorite toy. I loved watching her sphincter open and close around the hard metal ball.

“Nine more to go.” I said coolly, “Do you like the feeling, whore?” I asked her idly. She moaned loudly and passionately in response.

“God, yes, master!” She cried out. I pushed in another one and her cries got higher in pitch.

“Who do you belong to?” I said, feeling myself get lost in a frenzy of unbridled instinct. This had always been a favorite question of mine, something about hearing the answer made me become a being of pure Id. I was going into dangerous waters here.

“You master, I’m your slut and your whore and your toy!” She cried out. I arched an eyebrow…she knew how to play. I inserted three more and began rubbing her clit slightly. She moaned and writhed around even more.

I inserted the rest of the beads, leaving only the ring exposed and glared down at her. I was surprisingly still in control of my emotions to some extent. “Better, but you still need to be punished for your earlier indiscretions. Understand?” I said grimly and she nodded her compliance.

I nodded and picked up the first red candle. I had allowed sufficient time for a good amount of wax to build up. I removed the clamps quickly, the sensation of blood rushing back to her nipples caused her to moan even more…the sensation of hot wax splattering on her breasts caused her to scream. I couldn’t help but grin as I tipped the candle once more. She cried out again, tears flowed from her eyes. I always loved to see that and it encouraged me to tip the candle again. We both watched as the red droplets of wax reached nearer and nearer to her navel. She looked up at me with pleading eyes and I, with a raucous smile, dripped some of the searing hot liquid directly onto her clitoris.

She screamed quite loudly that time.

I laid the candles down, now hard as a steel pole. She was breathing heavily and panting and sobbing slightly. The dried wax caked on her cunt was sopping still. “You did well tonight, slut, it’s time now for your reward.” I said soothingly as I caressed the side of her face. She sighed slightly in relief as I stroked her. “Thank you, master…please fuck me…” Her voice was barely a whisper. I grunted and positioned myself between her opening. It was time for the real thing.

I slid into her with my weapon in one stroke. I felt like she was on fire and I knew that I must have felt like a white hot brand sliding up inside of her. I fucked her for all she was worth, her body gyrated and her arms encircled my back as the muscles bunched and tensed. I grunted like a beast as the sounds of our sex and her cries permeated the air. Her nails dug into my back as I took advantage of her for all she was worth.

“Oh God, Master!” She whispered over and over to me as I continued to slam in and out of her. I could feel the anal beads in her rectum as I mercilessly assaulted her tunnel. She contracted wildly around me as our bodies heaved and writhed together on that stone floor. There, the world melted away for us as we both descended into our own sordid world together.

I could feel myself starting to reach the edge, and I knew that she was too. “I’m gonna cum.” She said through her gasps and moans. “Good,” I said quietly, “tell me when.” I grabbed the string of anal beads and tugged slightly to let her know my meaning. She gasped loudly.

“Now! Do it now!” I grinned as I slammed myself in to the hilt, shooting my load inside of her at the same time that I pulled viciously on the beads. They flew from her ass one by one as she came, fiercely. Her back arched against me and her legs wrapped around my waist, even with the chains holding her.

We both came down, then, breathing deeply and staring at the other, laying in a messy pool and both of us an absolute mess. We both smiled at the other contentedly. I pulled from her and stood, arranging everything and trying to get freshened up. “Thank you, master.” She said after a long moment, when I was standing up and about to ascend the steps.

I nodded. “Feel free to call me any time.” I said, and flashed her a smile.

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nstantly look like I want to start a fight despite being a relatively good-natured, if sarcastic, individual.

I hauled my tall ass out of bed and crept into the bathroom. She had left the door open, that same small grin stretched wider as I approached the door and pushed it open. I was immediately hit by a wall of steam and the air became notably thicker. My skin already reflected the light and before long little beads of water were rolling down my naked form.

She was still unaware of me, or if she was she gave no indication of knowing. I stared at her in the shower for a moment or two, simply admiring her. She jokes about her appearance, but I can never find a flaw in that voluptuous form. She's not the anorexic ideal woman of Vogue magazine...and thank god for that, she's exactly what I could want in a woman. I smile somewhat more fondly than I should considering my lascivious intentions and begin walking forward, stepping over her clothes and collar and pulling open the door to the shower where my lovely brunette is bathing. Her back was to me and she was humming some song or another. I slipped in behind her, my cock at this point was standing firmly at attention. If anyone wants to know then I'm around 8 1/2 to 9 inches long when I'm aroused. I realize that every man claims to be around that length, but in an insecure moment I just measured the damn thing with a ruler.

She must have felt me blocking the water to her body but didn't have time to react as I slid into the shower and pressed up against her back. I'm over a foot taller than her, so I felt my member pressing firmly into the small of her back. I reached my hands around to her waist and pulled her close to me, she let out a surprised little gasp as I lowered my mouth to her neck and began kissing her heavily. As I raised my hands to her wet breasts I began to use my teeth, sinking my canines into the soft skin of her neck as my hands finally wrapped around her soft breasts. She was quite large in that area, I'm not exactly familiar with the cup sizes myself (although she was obviously a D) but my hands are large and she was more than a handful.

I idly played with her breasts, taking advantage of the soap running down her body as I lightly toyed with her nipple. She let out a soft gasp and a whine as I pinched it firmly. I didn't stop pinching as my other hand slid down to her navel and rested just above her nest of brown pubic hair. She pushed herself back into me and her hand came up to the side of my face. Her other hand began exploring and grasped my throbbing shaft. I tried not to grunt as her hand began lightly playing over my weapon. Exploring it idly as I teased and abused her rapidly stiffening nipple.

I let my other hand finally slip between her legs and pushed two fingers into her warm recesses rather unceremoniously. I felt her knees go weak and she started to slide down slightly. Her hand gripped my shaft and began a slow, rhythmic pumping as I slid my fingers deeper into her, pulling and pushing in and out of her steadily while I allowed my thumb to press into her clit and roll it around gently.

She turned her face towards me, her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust. I didn't say a word as I lowered my mouth to hers and pressed my lips firmly on hers. My tongue slid into her waiting mouth and I rapidly turned her around, quickly replacing my hands where they were. My ministrations on her nipple became more violent as I felt myself slipping to the mass of pure instinct that I knew was coming to overpower me. She gasped and whined into my mouth as the pain increased. Never once did she do anything but thrust her chest forward to meet my abuse.

I grunted and I pressed her up against the shower wall. Our bodies slapped together as I raised her leg. I lowered myself and arched my back, positioning the throbbing head at her entrance. Never once did I stop savagely kissing her. Our tongues wrestled ceaselessly as I pressed the head of my cock between her lips. Without further warning I pushed deeply into her with one thrust, lifting her off the ground in my efforts to impale myself as deeply as possible within her. She let out a small cry that surely would have alerted someone had we not had the house to ourselves. I merely grunted as I started a rhythm inside of her, feeling her contract around me as I let my hand slide up and down her naked thigh.

My muscles tensed as I used her up against the wall, with the hot water spraying down on the both of us. I lowered my head down to her breast (not a difficult thing considering I was already slightly hunched to accommodate the vicious fucking that I was currently giving her) I let her firm nipple slide into my mouth, taking it between my teeth occasionally and pulling on it.

The sound of two bodies gyrating against eachother has always been something that I've...appreciated, to say the least. That sound is multiplied a hundred fold in the shower, when both participants are dripping wet. I rammed hard into her, never ceasing my brutal pace and taking her hard. I pulled out almost to the head and then rammed back into her all the way, pushing her up a bit with each brutal thrust. Eventually my need for release grew so much that her body shook at the impact of every thrust.

My hands roamed around her again, especially around her naked thighs and buttox. I felt the onset of the inevitable approaching and judging by the increased frequency and urgency of her moans and cries so did she. I cupped her buttox and held her to me as my movements became more erratic and harsh. I let my and delve deeper between her cheeks until I felt my finger pressing into her sphincter a bit.

I ran my finger around it, feeling my orgasm approaching, as I crested that final hill I plunged my finger deep into her recesses. She let out a cry and threw her head back, thrusting her chest out as she came with me. I felt her contracting wildly around my invading cock. I grunted as I held myself deep inside of her as I came. I waited until our breathing had relaxed slightly until I finally slipped out of her. I kept her pinned against the wall as the water played along both of our bodies, enjoying the feel of the water on my skin.

I saw the look on her face as that wall of instinct kept creeping up on me. She understood that it was like the tide, there was no point in arguing or trying to stop it.

My eyes steeled over, and I'm good at looking mean. I cast my gaze down to her naked and now nervous/excited form. "Get down on your knees," I said. My voice lacked any tenderness or caring whatsoever. She didn't question me but merely nodded and sank down to her knees. Without word she ran her soft pink tongue up my hardening shaft experimentally for a few moments before almost gingerly taking me into her mouth. I grunted slightly when I felt her tongue and lips playing on my shaft.

I lowered my head to her hair and pulled on it roughly, not roughly enough to damage her but roughly enough to hurt a bit. I grabbed her hair and she compliantly relinquished control to me. I moved her lips over my member, thrusting my hips slightly to meet her face I drove her almost all the way down onto me. I forced myself deeper into her throat with every thrust. I ordered her to start rubbing herself and her hand played between her thighs while her other hand toyed with her breasts as I used her mouth. I reveled in the feel of her tongue toying with the shaft as I painfully used her face. She didn't resist, she merely moaned around my shaft and increased her ministrations on her own body.

I could feel that same familiar pressure building in my loins again, but this wasn't where I wanted to come. I pulled from her mouth and she gasped slightly as her air passage opened up. She looked up at me with questioning eyes as I stared down at her. I grabbed her and bent her down, she knew by now to get on her hands and knees, and she knew what was coming.

I knelt behind her as the water landed full on her back and spread the globes of her ass wide, revealing her puckered entrance. I pressed a finger into her ass and ordered her to keep rubbing herself. She complied and soon she was gasping and mewling as I worked my finger in and out of her. I grunted and placed my rejuvenated cock at her rear. Without any further warning I pushed forward, it took a bit of effort but I finally felt my head pop into her. She gasped loudly as I slowly but deliberately pushed into her bowels. Holding her ass wide apart as I did so. I dug my fingers into her as I began a slow rhythm in and out of her. Her hot rear passageway gripped me so hard that it was near pain.

It didn't take long for her to start meeting my thrusts into her bowels, and as my excitement increased a string of insults and curses spewed from my mouth as she submissively let me take her anally. I called her every horrible name in the book and all it seemed to do was increase the pitch and urgency of her sounds and make her press herself harder upon me. I grunted as began to really pound her. I reached down and around and savagely grabbed her breasts, toying with the nipples for a moment before taking them both between my fingers and twisting savagely. She cried out, whether in pain or pleasure I don't know. I didn't care, either. All that mattered to me now was that she satisfy me, and that's all that mattered to her.

Our bodies rocked together as I slammed into her so hard that her body could barely stay up. Her fingers worked savagely in and out of her cunt as I thrust deeper and harder into her as my second orgasm approached. I grunted, and grabbed her hair by the back of her head. Pulling so that she looked up towards the ceiling as I gave her one final, and severe thrust into her asshole as she gasped out her second orgasm. I filled her up and withdrew from her with an audible pop. She merely collapsed on the shower floor and lay there for a moment. It was a moment or two before she could utter the words "thank you, master". I grinned and stood, sated for the time being as I helped her to stand up again.

We stayed like that for a few moments and I gently washed her before we finally made it out of the shower. Watching her dry herself I felt myself getting aroused again and knew that this was going to be a long day for her.

this girl turned out to be Lindsay.

Now as I just stated this is a sexual story. That requires clear-cut images of the people who are involved so that you, dearest of readers, can further picture the two of us in the middle of our sinful acts. First and foremost, when you think of me think Tall. I’m 6’7” or 6’8” depending on which doctor is measuring me. I like to think that I’m not skinny and that my work at the gym actually pays off. I’ll never be, nor do I want to be, one of those men whose biceps are thicker than his head, but I look alright. Another thing that makes me stick out from the crowd, as if my height wasn’t enough, is my hair. Red. I hate it with a fierce passion.

Lindsay showed me herself almost immediately, and I felt obligated more than anything to return the favor in kind. So I did. To say that we both liked what we saw would be an understatement. We both became hopelessly enamored, things were set into motion after our first conversation that I don’t think either of us were aware of, it didn’t take very long at all to recognize it, though. I realize that many question the validity of an internet encounter. I’m foremost among them, believe me. However, an emotional connection is still very real, cyberspace or not.

Now to describe the woman in this little duet of mine. She has shoulder-length red hair, maybe a little bit longer. Large eyes that always seemed to have a mischievous glint behind them in the best possible way. She was one of the few women out there who is truly endowed with that hourglass figure that I consider to be at terms with the ideal woman. She didn’t have the figure that we see on television or Cosmo. No, here we had real beauty. To top it off she was three years younger than me, and I was dangerously attracted to her.

I bit my tongue, I think we both did for a while. She being bolder than I she started to make mention of feelings she had. I’m normally a surly loner, but she cracked through the outer defenses in record time. Apparently now I’ve fallen under the category of “nice” which I wasn’t too happy with but I suppose it beats being an asshole in a lot of ways.

Everything seemed to stop. We were thrust into the awkward situation of finding the other irresistible while being terrified that we found the other so damn irresistible. It was worrying, it was frightening, it was even horrifying. More than any of that, though, it was incredible. Very soon we admitted to what was really between us. That obvious 4-letter word that has become the driving force behind so many cliché movies and books. This is not one of those stories. I just want to get my point across, loud and clear. That being that this is not a random sexual encounter driven by lust. She was a virgin, and she wanted to give that to me. I recognize what a huge, mountainous proposal of trust that is. It’s something that can only be given once, she was beautiful and had doubtless had men after her, but she had waited for the right man. That she considered me that right man has never been lost on me.

We soon set a date to meet, and before long my plane tickets were booked and I was ready to go. After a painful flight and an even more painful extraction from the airport down in Florida I was ready to meet the object of so many of my desires and fantasies.

For passers-by I imagine it seemed quite mundane. For me it was like something out of a book. There should have been some sort of hokey song playing. I saw her, she seemed to stick out like a jewel among the crowd. She was the first one that I lay eyes on. She saw me just as immediately. My heart seemed to slam in my chest with every step that I took. My feet were moving hurriedly and by the time I was twenty feet away I had dropped my bags and had dashed forward, making somewhat of a fool of myself.

We didn’t say much for a long time. We had been wanting to touch each other for so long, that at this point it was enough. We also knew something else about the other.

Although it doesn’t seem to fit my romantic tale thus far, I can assure you that things take a turn for the hardcore. I am a sadist, she is a masochist. I like to deal pain and she likes to receive it. We both like things to be rather rough, and so we knew that things WOULD be rough. Even her first time. We had discussed what we were willing to do to the other and we found very few boundaries within ourselves.

There was the bout of shyness, what does one say to someone that has been pined and pining for you for months? Eventually our sense remembered who we were, and things got monumentally easier. We spent the day out and about, it was a blur of nuzzling and kissing. While we both enjoy our rough play, we’re both romantic as well.

Soon, though, our hormones did manage to get control of us. It started in a movie theater, when her closeness finally had the inevitable effect on me. I felt my erection start creeping up the leg of my pants. Almost immediately I felt her hand on it as she rubbed the obvious bulge through my pants. I looked down into her eyes to see so much of that playful mischief and lust dancing behind them. I grinned and lowered my mouth to hers, she was more than compliant and our mouths found each other. We had been sharing soft kisses all day, this one was rather different. Our tongues explored the other almost savagely as the pace of her rubbing increase. We were sitting in the back, in case just such a situation arose. Not that either of us cared. I’m positive that a few threw disgusted glances in our direction.

Still, I tried to keep things discreet when I let my hand slip down the front of her top. I brutally kneaded her large breast, and they are large (40d, if you can believe it) through her bra. I felt her nipple stiffen from my manipulations and roughly grabbed the bullet-hard nub, twisting it through her top and pinching. She gasped and pressed herself closer to me. Her hand had found itself inside of my pants, and her warm fingers were now wrapped around my shaft. I tried to keep quiet as I exercised every bit of self control that I had. Had I let up for even a second, I would have bent her over the next chair and fucked her brains out right there in the theater.

Luckily, I DID exercise self control, so I just let my hand creep down to her pants. I had them unbuttoned in mere moments, and my hand quickly found its way through the well trimmed bush and down to her wet folds. Her breathing quickened as I let my finger play up and down her wet slit, feeling the hard little nub at the top I rubbed in quick circles, eliciting moans of pleasure that she only just managed to stifle. I grinned as I let my finger slip up inside of her, reveling in the feel of her tunnel contracting and gripping my invading digit. A second finger soon followed, and I pushed in and out of her slowly while she met every thrust of my hand by grinding herself forward in her seat. At this point she had begun to slouch some and the smell of our arousal was beginning to permeate the air. I suggested that we take our leave.

We stood to go, my fingers still glistening with her juices. I grinned as I felt her guide my hand to her mouth as she idly sucked and licked herself from my finger with her miraculous pink tongue. She didn’t seem to mind the people staring, and I knew that I didn’t give a shit.

Somehow or another we finally managed to make it to my hotel room. The moment that it was closed, or perhaps before, we were all over each other. I had her pinned to the wall and was kissing her savagely as her leg came up and around my hip. I vaguely recall reaching around and lifting her by her buttocks, so that our crotches were pressed together almost violently. I felt her nipping at my ear as I lowered my kisses to her neck. I bit her, hard, on the neck and licked my way further down even as she was gasping. I kept lowering until I reached the top of her breast, with wild abandon I gripped her shirt in one hand and tore it open down the front, I could buy her a new one later. The bra was quick to follow.

She was left in the most alluring way, with her large breasts displayed between the tattered remnants of her clothes. Her face flushed and her eyes glazed over with lust. I gripped those breasts fully for the first time, my hand was just large enough to encircle the entire mound and I dug my hand in. I lowered my mouth to her other nipple, felt it grow hard immediately under my tongue as my lips closed around it. I pressed her writhing form harder against the wall as I bit down on her nipple. Not hard enough to do any damage, mind you, but hard enough to hurt her in the way she liked.

I let her drop for just a moment. She seemed to understand and her pants were immediately a thing of memory as her shapely legs came into view. I felt her hands around my shirt, peeling it off of me for the first time. She didn’t seem to mind the array of nicks and cuts that dotted my form. Old scars from the past that don’t bear mentioning in this story. I merely felt her tongue running over my chest as my naked vixen crept lower and lower. Her tongue creeping ever lower as her hands tugged at my jeans. She fished my throbbing member out of my jeans. A small drop of precum had already gathered on the tip. Without word her tongue flicked out and caressed the underside of my cock. I grunted as I felt her lips encircle me, traveling almost all the way down to the bottom as she pushed me warmly, wetly into her mouth.

Her tongue worked wonders, and soon I felt my hands in her hair, gripping it fiercely as she worked. Never taking her eyes off of me while she did so. I grunted slightly and forced her head lower onto my cock. Her eyes opened slightly wider, but she gave no indication of protest. So I held her by her hair and moved her head up and down my shaft, giving her virtually no control over her own movements. I watched as her pink lips trailed up my shaft, leaving a wet trail behind them as her big eyes stared up at me. I let her head go for a moment, and she immediately set about furiously licking up and down my shaft, her tongue worked wonders on me and soon I had her hair in my hand and had pushed myself back into her mouth. I felt the normal pressure in my balls and knew what was coming. I started to thrust into her mouth harder and even deeper, pulling on her hair as I did so I felt myself erupt into her mouth.

After a moment I released her, and with that same mischievous glint in her eyes she opened her mouth for me, showing me my cum on her tongue briefly before closing her mouth and opening it again, showing me that she had swallowed. A small amount had managed to trail out of the corner of her lips and she deftly wiped it with her finger and scooped it back into her mouth. Seeing that was almost enough to make me cum again right there. As it were, I remained hard and continued to strip off my pants.

Naked, and still hard as a rock, I lifter her up and pressed her against the door. I knew that she was horny right now, so was I. As I lowered her and felt my cock head pressing against her labia and easing up, poised to take her virginity, I searched her eyes for any signs of protest. All I saw was love, and a desperate need. I took that as my sign and lowered her slowly as I touched places that no man had ever touched, and I hoped right then that I would be the only man to ever touch that. She let out a long moan as I lowered her slowly onto my weapon. Her legs wrapped around me and she bit her lip and closed her eyes. I finally felt our pelvic bones meet and her incredibly tight tunnel gripping me fiercely. I waited for her to get used to it as I started pulling out and thrusting upwards again, relatively slow until she gave me her nod.

I had been moving slowly in and out of her, just reveling the feel of her when she gave me her nod and uttered the one word I had been dying to hear. “Harder”

I was not one to disappoint her. Immediately my thrusts became violent as I pinned her up against the wall. My hand encircled her neck, keeping her pinned to the door that way as her breathing came slightly lighter. I squeezed her neck slightly as I pounded up into her, biting her nipples savagely as I thrust upwards. I pulled out almost all the way, and rammed back home with full force as hard as I could. The noises of our sex were obscene and very soon I felt our combined juices running down my leg. Our combined sounds of ecstasy and pain rocked the room as I kept her pinned. Her small gasps for more air were met with my gradual loosening of my hold on her neck, only to tighten on it again as I nibbled and bit on her breast. Her nails dug into my back, I’m positive that they drew blood as they etched their way across the bunched muscles in my back.

Every dominant fiber of my being was in full force as her body was rocked with the impact of my cock inside of her. I was bottoming out inside of her and beyond as every upward thrust was met with a high cry of pain and pleasure. I felt her arching her back, I kept her neck pinned to the door as her tongue darted out from between those sweet lips in a cry of ecstasy.

I knew we were close, I was close. I used that hand I was supporting her ass with and shifted it. My finger had long since been thoroughly wetted and I pushed it against her rear entrance. As she started to come, two of my fingers jerked up into her ass. Her eyes opened wide and her cries of pleasure heightened in pitch even more. I felt her pussy and her ass contracting around me and I fairly snarled with passion as I drove up into her, squeezing harder on her neck and biting harder on her nipples. Her body continued to arch out for more as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Finally, things started to calm down. I lifted my hand from her neck and my mouth from her breasts. With my cock still inside of her I looked up at her. Flushed in the glow of post-sexual pleasure. We both had small smiles on our faces. I kissed her softly on her lips, pulling away with a small smile. “I love you”

She only smiled and closed her eyes, it was enough for me. When she returned her answer it was almost a whisper. We stood like that for some time, with her legs wrapped around my and my shaft not softening inside of her. She began wriggling around a bit while impaled on my member. “Done yet?” She asked mischievously. I ran my finger around her ass, implying my next plan.

“Not nearly.” I grinned evilly.

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ped. So I had to take care of myself so much lately that I was chafing and I realized how horribly inadequate my right hand was compared to Alice. I just sat there, my eyes unable to close and my arms behind my head as I thought about her. It was almost pathetic how much she was on my mind lately, like I was getting obsessed with her, and she really was far too young for me to be feeling like that, right? Then again, I had already broken several rules on that particular front, and I never liked to think of myself as the kind of guy who would sleep with a girl simply to get my rocks off. I know that it's idiotic but I always thought that it was a bit of a special thing, something that should be shared between two people who really care about eachother. I cared about Alice, I cared about her a lot.

I sighed out loud and rolled over on my side, it didn't take me very long to realize that the wall wasn't much better than the ceiling....but it had stripes in it...so that entertained me for about three seconds longer than the ceiling. I finally managed to drift off to sleep, thoughts of my hand running up her silky thighs and the heat on my hand as I neared her tiny sex. I had taken something very special from her, and I wouldn't let her first lover be someone who had used her only for sex. If there was a God then I was most likely going to Hell, I had sinned BIG TIME! So if I was damned to hell because of his rules then I might as well do the right thing by MY rules. With that thought in mind I actually managed to get some sleep. Although it was pretty restless, filled with dreams of lithe young bodies writhing all over the place. I really was drowning in sin here, not that I could bring myself to mind. At least, I couldn't bring myself to mind enough to actually consider stopping what I was doing before it went any further.

I spent the entire day friday glaring at my parents for not being gone yet and glaring at the clock for not being at 4 PM yet. I felt like I had drank three too many energy drinks. (word to the wise, just stick with coffee, if anything) The aggression was more than I could stand, I must have spent the day in a constant state of arousal..which can be pretty tiring if you've got nothing to 'do' with it. I refused to waste the day masturbating at all, so I did whatever else I could to entertain myself. Mostly that seemed like going out back to the seemingly endless wood pile and chopping some logs with my old axe. I really don't consider myself that much of a hick or anything, but for some reason splitting wood has always calmed me, and it's great for the arms.

So 4:00 finally came around and I waved goodbye to my parents as they pulled out of my driveway with a smile and a throbbing erection. I waited until the car was completely out of sight before I made the mad dash back to the phone in my house. I immediately dialed the number she had left me on the note before, although I doubt I could have possibly forgotten it anyway. I had to dial the number three times before my trembling fingers actually managed to press the correct keys on the damn phone, and I can't even tell you how frustrating that got. When I want something badly I get unreasonably angry at things...my receiver still has a crack in it from the sheer force of my grip. I'm not trying to make it sound like I'm really strong or anything, it's a cheap phone made out of plastic. I finally did manage it, though and it was only one ring before she picked up.

"Hello?"

Oh, to hear her voice again. I has missed it even in the few days I had been away from her, she really does have such a beautiful voice, clear and sweet and high. I know I compare her voice to a silver bell every time I hear it, but I just can't ever seem to get over it. I was stricken for a few moments after hearing it, I actually had to compose myself again. I still haven't gotten any better at talking on the damn phone, I still sound like a bumbling idiot with a rat trap caught on his tongue. However I finally managed a weak, "hiya" in response.

"JOE!" She immediately shrieked back at me, I actually winced on my end of the phone and held the receiver away from my ear. "Hey Alice," I replied rather weakly.

"Are they gone?!" Damn, she was anxious to get over here, I actually felt rather flattered about it.

"Yeah, they just left, you can come over whenever you're ready." I said, my confidence swelling...along with one other part of my anatomy. Of course, that's why I used the word 'swelling'...so that I could make that all-too-obvious connection and try and make myself sound smart. That doesn't matter now, as I'm sure this little interruption will cause your eye to twitch the slightest bit, I'll get back to telling my story.

"YEAH! I mean....yeah...I just need to take a shower and get myself ready for you."

"Oh, Alice, you don't need to-"

But she had hung up the phone already and had most likely run off to take a shower. I only hoped to god it was a quick one. I lay on the couch where I had taken her virginity and just stared out my window. An eternity passed by, then another. I looked at the clock and three seconds had passed. After an almost infinite amount of eternities I saw her small form riding up on her bicycle. She was wearing a pair of pink cotton excercise shorts that clun so provocatively to the little globes of pearly flesh that capped the backs of her thighs. I could have said butt, but my way makes it sound less crude. She also wore the cutest little white shirt that was just as clingy as her shorts, and her being the tender age she was a bra really wasn't necessary for her, but I still appreciated the delicate swells of her budding breasts.

She pulled her bike to a screeching halt in front of my door, kicking it over and almost tripping in her anxiousness to get off the bike. I could only grin and laugh at her predicament. There was something just so beautifully honest about her, she wouldn't bother with trying to keep her dignity, it was pointless for both of us to even try. I figured I would take her road, seeing as we both wanted something from the other. I opened the door happily and scooped her up in my arms, she in turn leapt up at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her tiny torso against my somewhat larger frame. I held her tiny body up by reaching down around and supporting her by those irresistable buttox as she pressed herself as hard as she could against my erection. I felt like explaining to her that I really would never be able to manage that with the clothes hindering me.

At that moment, though all we did was kiss. I pressed my mouth against hers and she cocked her head, already getting better at this she moved her head to give me better access to her warm mouth. I pressed her against the doorframe and ran a hand through her slightly damp hair as I used my other hand to knead the flesh of her buttox through the sheer cotton material. I pushed the leg up further and slipped my fingers under slightly as I went to explore more forbidden territory. Our tongues lashed out at eachothers with no pretense of propriety. I needed her, right now. I also needed to actually get her inside before I fucked her stupid. Although the possibility of an audience was somewhat appealing, I can't lie about that. When I pulled away she was flushed and her eyes were half closed and glazed over with lust. Her lips were still slightly parted and as I pulled away and looked into her bright green eyes she whined a little and tried to move back in.

"We have all weekend, but first I think we should get that bike out of the front yard so people don't see it and wonder just what you're doing over here." I said to her. She stared at me, uncomprehending, for a few moments before finally nodding. She slid out of my arms, although on the way down her body was in constant contact with the bulge in my jeans and she was looking up at me with a shy little look on her face. I smiled down at her as she finally stepped away and wheeled her bike around back behind the house. I had a simply crippling erection at this point and I couldn't really walk properly. She was waiting for me at the back door as I let her in. She fairly rushed back into my arms as I gripped her again, swooping her back up in my arms and planting another passionate kiss on her soft lips. She pulled away and looked at me, finally speaking for the first time. "Last time I didn't get to see you naked....I want to this time." I only smiled and planted a quick peck on the lips, which actually turned into three or four pecks that increased in length. I finally managed to detach myself from the beatiful girl and smiled, "of course, we can take our time this time and do it right." I felt her tiny hands grabbing the back of my shirt and I assisted her in pulling it up over my chest. I stared down at her as I held her against me as her cool palms explored my hairless chest. I noticed a pattern in her movements, that is her hands kept trailing lower and lower. I grunted rather primally as she unclasped my belt with no small degree of difficulty and unbuttoned my pants.

I can't explain how incredibly enticing it really is to have a girl that young actually reaching inside your pants for the weapon that you'll be penetrating and ravaging her with again and again.

"I want you inside me again." She said in a hoarse whisper as I felt her tiny hand wrap around the base of my throbbing shaft. I felt her tiny hands running slowly up an down the entire, length, almost as if testing it out. As for how enticing it is to have her reach in my pants, that's NOTHING compared to hearing those words fall from the lips of a preteen like her. Who somehow managed to retain her innocent attitude (although maybe not her innocence) and still be absolutely desperate for me to fuck her. I'm sorry to use such a crude word, but at this point I was being drowned in a tidal wave of pure instinct and all I could seem to think about was how hard I wanted to fuck her, how loud I wanted to make her scream my name, and how much seed I wanted to fill her with. I carried her upstairs to my parents room, she was constantly kissing my neck and chest the entire way up, her hand never left my weapon. I finally managed to make it to the king sized bed and I roughly threw her down on it. She bounced up and down on the mattress for a minute, her legs splayed out and a surprised and lustful look in her beautiful eyes. She had done most of the work, all I needed to do was give my pants a quick jerk down and my erection stood free, pointing straight out with tendrils of clear precum oozing slowly down from the head. She stared at it, as if transfixed with it as I crawled onto the bed after her. Her breathing came in increasingly more shallow breaths as my large form loomed over her. I grabbed her shirt by the bottom and pulled it savagely up over her head, revealing to me for the second time those wonderfully soft little mounds of flesh capped by her hard pink nipples. I ran my hands over them, feeling the silky skin slide underneath my fingertips as I lowered them over her flat tummy and down to the top of her shorts. I pulled her pink cotton shorts off her, and to my surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't question it as I was presented with the view of her inflamed pussy lips and her tiny clit poking out from the top of her slit. Her arousal had soaked the inside of her thighs and all around her, leaving her mound slick and shiny.

"Please...just do it to me right now." she gasped as I hovered over her. A droplet of precum landed on her navel and she gasped again, "pleeease!" she whined, almost whispered to me. I wasn't one to object, and I understand that sometimes, right at the beginning, a girl just needs to be satisfied. There would be plenty of time for games, but now was about primal satisfaction that we had tried and failed to bring to ourselves while we were separated.

I placed the head of my cock at her pearly gates and pushed in, again amazed by how far her little snatch had to stretch for me to fit inside of her. She hissed sharply as she drew in air between her clenched teeth, still surprised at the size of me and being filled so much. I was still a bit worried, "Alice...does it hurt?" She nodded fiercely but then grabbed the shaft of my cock, "but I like it to hurt a little." she said, surprising me. I did remember how she liked me being a bit rough with her before, so I felt I had no choice but to oblige her and fill her up, so with one more inward thrust I embedded myself to the hilt inside of her tiny body. She threw her head from side to side and tried to impale herself further on it, one hand trailed up and she bit her lip as she simply lay there, writhing on me. I myself was in heaven, feeling her muscles clenching around me and her juices making her slick. She just felt so alive inside, like she was trying to swallow my member whole.

"Uh...I feel like it's in my tummy!" She groaned as she finally managed to get words out. I felt my cock twitch simply at her saying that and began to move in and out of her, pulling out halfway and thrusting in deep within her. She gasped and mewled slightly with every inward thrust, especially when I would press against her as hard as I could, forcing every millimeter of myself inside of her. I picked up the pace slightly. She responded with great passion, spreading her legs wider than I would have believed possible and moaning loudly in her girlish voice as my hunched form basically ravaged her. I was careful not to be too rough with her, but apparently she had other ideas. I wasn't one to deny her what she wanted, so I obliged when she moaned her directions at me.

"Harder...please...be rougher..." She said almost coyly as I picked up the pace. I grabbed her slim waist and moved like a piston inside of her, moving her more than I was moving myself. I grabbed her tiny form and slid her roughly up and down on my length. I moved so hard and fast inside of her that our collective fluids oozed out around my shaft and made obscene noises that really were quite well suited to this kind of sex. The room was filled with the sound of her tiny shrieks of pleasure as her boddy shuddered with the impact of each inward thrust. "Hurt me! I want you to hurt me" she gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head as I fucked her for all I was worth. Her head was rolling back and forth as she screamed and begged for me to hurt her more and more. I kept obliging, lowering my head to her pert nipples and taking them into my mouth, using my teeth more often than not. She was lost in her own world, begging for ever more pain and pleasure as I continued without relenting.

I kept going even as her body shuddered and she arched her back, screaming out loud so that I was sure the neighbors could hear us. I felt her tighten up around me and squeeze me so that I felt like I was in a vice. I kept going, though, as I felt my own orgasm approaching. She lay limply for a few seconds, arms spread at her sides and her breath coming in deep panting breaths as I slid in and out as I neared the final stretch. It didn't take her long before she started moving her hips again, acting on pure instinct as she responded to my thrusts. I felt my balls tighten slightly and I knew it was happening, I drained myself within her, a few day's buildup spewed into her so that I felt like I was more hosing her insides than cumming. I kept going, though, making good use of the time I ad before my cock started to soften I continued to fuck her senseless, as she was in the throes of a second orgasm, and it would have been rude not to finish her before I pulled out. I moved inside of her full pussy, feeling my own cum as it sloshed around inside of her. The sensation seemed to launch her to new heigts as her body shuddered again she just let out a long moan and drove herself down on my cock.

I sat there over her for a few moments, panting and dripping sweat onto her as she stared back up at me. I didn't pull out as I looked down at her and smiled. She smiled warmly back up at me as I flipped over so that her form was on top of mine. I made sure to stay inside of her and we lay like that for a while, just dozing. Her small head rested on my chest and my hand ran through her hair and gently over her buttox. I noticed that my cock had only shrunk the slightest bit and with her constant clenchin around my weapon I could feel it starting to harden again inside of her. I made no move, though. I could tell she was tired and was just content to lay there on my chest. I felt her small lips as she kissed my chest occasionally. It was such an odd gesture coming from one so young, it seemed almost motherly. I loved it, though. We just idly sat there while my cock was prone inside of her.

It didn't take long for our loving stroking and kissing to escalate slightly, we were both tired, but this was a whole different kind of lovemaking. She shifted slightly, barely rocking up and down on my shaft and squirming around on it as I in turn pressed slightly up into her. Making her produce little purrs of lust and pleasure. I barely moved my hips and she barely moved hers, we just lay there, quietly moving.

"mmmmmm..." she trailed off slowly as she moaned into my neck. She simply nuzzled me as I continued to drive up slowly into her, entering a whole new state of sexual nirvana as I felt her squeezing around me. I could see that my weapon was as thick as her forearm and really did look too big to be entering such a tiny body. "Does it hurt?" I asked softly. I felt her nod and kiss my neck softly. "Only a little bit, though, and I like that anyway." I could only grunt slightly and give her a slightly harder thrust in response to hearing that. Her pussy was, at this point, sopping wet and filled to the brim with my cum. As we both felt ourselves nearing our ends she gasped, "Do it inside again...I love it being in me" She gasped. I obliged her, pulling her down on my cock and gave her what remained of my seed. She groaned slightly and had she not already been laying on me, I'm sure she would have collapsed. I just felt her body go totally limp against me as she lay there. The two of us dozed off to sleep, my member finally softening inside of her as she breathed contentedly against me.

***

I woke up and for a moment couldn't remember where I was, something didn't seem right...maybe it was the waves of contentment washing over me. After a moment or two I realized that contentment felt an awful lot like a tongue licking my cock. Ah...so that's what was different. I opened my eyes, taking in the room around me. So far it was just ceiling, which I suspected was a great deal less interesting than what was going on.

I could have came just looking at her as she serviced me. Everything about this girl was intensely erotic, and the picture of her in her little white and pink sneakers and light pink socks and nothing else. Her slim body laying on the mattress and her slender neck craned out slightly as her soft pink tongue trailed slowly from the bottom of my weapon to the head. True it didn't do too much for me, except when she got near the head and ran her slippery tongue in little wet circles around it, sometimes even lightly sucking on it, barely pursing her tiny lips and putting almost nothing in her mouth. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me with her sweet, coy little smile and returned to her work. I could only smile back as her tongue began its paintstakingly slow journey up my shaft to the top of the head, her eyes half closed and glazed over slightly.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked huskily. She only giggled slightly and looked at me. "I didn't learn anything. I just liked the taste the last time we were together and you left it all inside of me, I..." She trailed off and shrugged her little shoulders. "I just noticed you were dirty and decided to clean it off for you." I could only say "Jesus" and grunt slightly. "Besides, you did this for me." She said with a smile, and her tongue resumed it's work. I smiled, I supposed it could work out NOT to tell her I couldn't have been happier tasting that sweet little peach of hers. This had been something I had wanted to try with her, but that she would do it on her own was unthinkable. I lay my head back down and looked at the ceiling, but I'm an extremely visual person and I just had to see her.

"Use your whole mouth." I said hoarsely. She gave me a wide-eyed look for a few moments, "But...can it...I mean I don't even know if I can open my mouth that wide." She said with a hint of fear or trepidation in her voice. "Just try." I said with as encouraging a tone as I could manage. I felt more like a coach than anything as I watched her nod and open her mouth to the absolute limit and slowly lower it over the head of my cock. It pulsated almost as if anticipating the feel of her wet mouth wrapping around it's drueling head.I felt her lips pressing against the bulb at the end of my member and knew it was going to be tough for her. Her lips were stretched to the absolute limit as I felt her trying to force the bulb into her mouth. I saw saliva starting to drip down the shaft as she worked at it. Finally, she made a loud slurping noise and the head popped into her mouth. I could feel her hot tongue pressing and thrashing against the end of my weapon and were I a more vocal lover I would have groaned. I have never been the type of guy to grunt and moan or talk during sex. I can't say why, really, I just haven't. I was damn close though, her mouth felt incredible. I was amazed when I watched her start lowering her head down even further on my shaft, she made it about three or four inches down before I hear her gag and she had to come up for air. She gasped and panted heavily for a few moments before enthusiastically impaling her face on my cock again. Her mouth opened as wide as it could go she slurped it in with a little more ease and pushed downward on it, she managed to get her head halfway down my shaft before she started to choke again, this time when she started to pull up I placed my hand on the back of her head and held her there. I began pressing her tiny head back down on my shaft, her brown curls fell around her face as she let me take the lead. My fingers ran through her hair as I bobbed her up and down on the shaft. Pushing her down until she choked and holding her there for a moment before lifting her head almost entirely off so that her lips were just pursed around the very tip of my now wet cock.

I closed my eyes, every movement of her head was bliss, her mouth was so warm and tight, I just couldn't believe it. Her tongue seemed to know exactly what to do to get me off as well, and with the wet walls pressing in from everywhere at once, and her teeth scraping the sides as it slid down into her throat I knew that I couldn't take much more of this. I had received blowjobs before where the girls had been able to deep throat my entire length...kudos to them...but this was by far the best oral experience I had ever had. Not only for the sheer tightness of her slippery little mouth or the fact that her tiny little body seemed to be writhing in a constant state of arousal...it was the sheer energy and enthusiasm that she put into it. She liked what she was doing a lot, and I can tell you that it makes all the difference knowing that they're loving it. The fact that she was moaning around my cock didn't hurt, either. It caused some wonderful vibrations.

I felt the pressure buildup and knew the inevitable was about to happen. "Alice, I'm going to come." I said to her. She lifted her face off of my cock for a moment, "what?" She asked innocently. I smiled, "Come...I mean, I'm going to shoot my load." I said to her, trying not to sound crude about it. She gave me a somewhat blank look..."Shoot your....OH!" She exclaimed and immediately lowered her head back down on my, taking me relatively easily into her waiting mouth and moving with fervent enthusiasm. I felt it happening, a fair tidal wave of hot white semen coated the inside of her mouth. At that point her lips were barely pursed around my cock head so it shot right into her mouth so that she could taste every bit of it. There was a bit too much for her because some dribbled out from between her moist lips and down her chin. She immediately made a loud gulping sound as she swallowed it all and ran her finger over the little rivulet of cum that leaked out of the corner of her mouth, licking it greedily off her finger. Something I always suspect in erotic stories that when women enjoy the taste of cum that the story was written by a man. However Alice loved to drink it off me every time, and I don't know if it's because she actually liked the taste or because she knew I liked watching her drink it, but she did every single time and with a smile on her face.

She smiled and presented me a view of her open mouth to show me that she had swallowed all of it. Seeing her in that pose, holding her sweet young mouth open for my approval. Something was just so deliciously submissive about it, and I knew that my cock wouldn't be going down just yet. I grinned to myself at the joys of being an 18 year old male, and to think I had once cursed my dick for not going down after jerking off three times in a row. I never got any peace from t, but now I would be able to satisfy my young lover properly...which I think has always been my first goal...satisfy your lover, then worry about yourself. Seeing as it's so easy to get a man off, anyway, as my young, amateurish cock-sucker just demonstrated. I feel I should give her more credit, she was amazing for her first time...for any time.

Now as I said I could properly help my partner with her little problem with her sexual tension. I felt her clamber on top of me, taking advantage of my rigid pole. I grabbed it by the base and directed the throbbing shaft upwards, straight at her still very tight and virginal looking opening. I left her in control of how hard she wanted it to be, and as I suspected, she just plopped herself right down on me. I slid upwards into her with one lightning movement, all she could do in response was let out a husky groan and squeal slightly as I rammed up into her tight little hole. She started rocking her hips back and forth on me, not even moving up and down just having me embedded deep within her as she rocked slightly. When she finally did start moving she really started moving. She bounced herself up along the entire length of my cock, popping up almost entirely off, one time she actually did go a bit too high and she wouldn't stop making a high mewling sound until I was safely back within the confines of her tight little love canal. She gave a sharp little 'ow' with every downward thrust as her entire body rocked and shuddered around me. I could feel every little movement that she made as I she raped herself. Evidence of her intense arousal was oozing down the shaft as she bounced up and down my length. I aided her as best as I could, grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me and thrusting my hips upward every time she came back down for more.

"ah...ah...ah....Joe......." was basically all her vocabulary consisted of at the moment. Eventually it became even less as she lost the ability to speak entirely. I just slammed her down so that her perfect little behind jiggled enticingly and her body quaked at the impact. She arched her back and reared her head, discovering that it felt like I was deeper inside of her when she did that, she stopped bending forwards at all. Her back was arched and her pert little breasts were thrust upwards, presenting to me two wonderful little handholds.They are, to me, the perfect shape. Small and pointed, only just starting to flesh out and get the slightest bit rounder. I reached my hands up to savagely grab the small caps as she began to ride the crest of her orgasm. She arched her back and let out an audible gasp and shuddered. Finally collapsing on top of me.

Her naked form collapsed on top of me for the second time. I loved the feeling just as much the second time if not more. I was utterly comfortable with her, and for me that's not anything to take lightly. I lightly stroked her back and kissed her forehead as her breathing started returning to normal. "How are you feeling?" I asked her quietly as I planted a small kiss on her forehead. She lifted her head up slightly, meeting my lips with her own as we slowly and sensuously kissed. Our lips barely parted, because we both knew that if we started to get too into it that we would end up fucking again and quite frankly I think we were both a little worn out. I had dozed for only a half hour before she had woken me up again, this time night was beginning to set in and we were both ready for bed. I lifted her out of my parents' bed, moving with a sort of lethargy...to my credit, at least I was still able to move. She smiled sweetly up at me as I picked up her prone naked form, peeling her sneakers and her socks off her dainty little feet before taking her to my bed. It was somewhat smaller, but much more comfortable. With big warm blankets and pillows that you can just sink right into. I laid her down on the bed and she stretched luxuriously, her maturing form caused my cock to twitch but I knew that she was exhausted.

I went to the bathroom, directing the awkward stream of urine into the toilet and managing NOT to piss on my floor. Something of a rarity when I had sex. You know, I make it seem like I've got so much experience, but there was only one girl before Alice, and frankly, I regret that I couldn't have lost it to her like she did to me. I heaved a heavy sigh at the memory of THAT little heartbreak and plodded back into my room. When I got there she was nestled under the covers of the bed waiting for me. She shifted slightly as I crept in next to her, she sighed and immediately turned to me, pressing herself against me as I lay flat on my back. One of her legs thrown over my own and her tiny hand on my bare chest, idly running her soft fingers over me. It tickled in a most pleasant and soothing way as she lay her head on my chest with my arm around her tiny shoulders. Holding her to me.

Now this is one of my favorite things about being with a woman, especially after the sex. When you get it so that every little desire is fulfilled and the only thing that one person wants out of their partner is their company. I was content at that moment to just lay there under the covers, idly rubbing her smooth back and butt as I pressed her against me. We both drifted off to sleep like that, enjoying the smell and feel of the other. It's one of the most comfortable places a person can be, when they're dozing and pressed against someone they care about. Personally, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Remembering that now makes me almost pine for that feeling again. I've never been the kind of person to seek out meaningless sex. I am a bit of a pervert, I'll be the first to admit that...but I still want it to have some sort of purpose...I know it's a stupid ideal, but for me sex has always been about sharing something special....NOT about sating primal urges...besides, if you do it right then you accomplish both things.

I had just shared that with Alice, my little angel, and I had two more days to enjoy her. I grinned like an idiot as I drifted off to sleep, her tiny little form nuzzling me affectionately as she drifted off.

Definitely nowhere else I'd rather be.

 

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hree choppy paragraphs with spelling errors that make us want to give up all hope for the younger generations. I still refuse to accept the fact that those stories are actually written by adults.

Alright, I can sense your irritation from here so I'll get you hooked by telling you that this story recounts my sexual experiences with a rather....young girl. She was a fully willing participant, I assure you, and she was a treasure to be sure. I defy any of you to resist that ivory complexion, the dark ringlets of silky hair, those radiant green eyes, and blossoming figure. Everything about her was breathtaking, she had an almost regal beauty for someone her age, most people would expect the appeal to be that she WAS childish. That's not the case, I was...and am attracted to her quiet sensuality, her intelligence and maturity for one so young, and her presence. I have no choice but to label myself that foul, hateful word...pedophile...she's only 12 years old, and only just. She was 11 when we started.

Alright, I'm going to get ahead of myself if I don't watch it. I should start with me, I suppose, seeing as the imagery in these stories tends to be kind of important. Now no one believes me when I tell people what I look like over the internet for some reason. I guess separate the pieces don't look so bad, but I assure you that I am by no means any sort of prize. I'm hardly the kind of person you would look twice at...except maybe for one factor. My height. I'm 6'8"...see, you don't believe me, do you? Well I am, and to top it all off I have attention-grabbing red hair. My eyes always seem to be squinting and people say that I always look angry. My head is more square shaped than most people's because my jaw and chin are somewhat more pronounced than the average man's. Also, I hate telling you this, but I have big lips...sort of. Most people have a smaller upper lip than a lower lip....not the case for me. I suppose it's not too noticeable, but I can't help hating it.

I'm the artist type, so I'm constantly sitting in my room drawing something or other, or occasionally I'll try my hand at writing, just for a change of pace. As is the case for this piece, although I don't usually write auto-biographical stuff....it makes me somewhat uncomfortable. That should do, I think, you have fair idea of who I am, and I'm sure that the general tone of this piece will give you some insight as to how my twisted little head works.

I had been watching her for quite some time, I had never considered actually doing anything to the girl. My morals were still that much intact at that point. Aside from that, to force myself on such a creature would have been a crime...and I don't just mean in the literal sense. She would often ride her bike past my house, wearing tight little shorts that gave me a wonderful visual of those silky thighs pumping up and down as she pedaled around the street. Sometimes she would even wear skirts that rode up around her hips while she rode. I used to watch her every single day as she rode around the street. Most times I couldn't resist grabbing hold of my weapon and rubbing myself furiously while I watched her. This went on for some time, me watching her and getting myself off alone. It wasn't until about 8 months ago that things started to develop between us.

I was sitting at the computer, shamefully looking at some pictures of girls around her age. I feel somewhat embarassed, as at this point I hadn't known her name. She was merely a body to me then. I remember seeing her riding up the street past the front yard to mine and my parents' house. I had watched her do this many times, and it seemed like she was going slower than normally, I knew something was different about that day when I saw her face. She had a bashful look on her face and I couldn't tell from where I was, but I think she might have been blushing slightly. I leaned closer to the window, turning off the computer monitor and pulling my fully erect member from my jeans. It gets to a point where it's hard work extracting that thing from one's pants, and I remember having that little problem as I tried to fish my throbbing cock from my jeans. I finally managed to extract it and lightly began stroking it as I watched her. She rode right past my house, I noticed she was in her shortest white skirt, my favorite one. It showed off most of her pale legs and hips, as it rode up further and further she appeared not to notice.

When she was just about right in front of my window her bike fell over sideways. I stood up, alarmed, about to rush out to see if she was alright. It was a good thing I didn't, I almost certainly would have run out with my manhood waving around. I'm just that forgetful. It was awestruck by the sight I saw, and I felt compelled to stroke myself harder than ever. She was laying with her tiny little butt facing me, and her skirt had ridden all the way up. The most amazing thing, however, was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I was presented the sight of two of the most glorious preteen globes of flesh capping two very lovely legs that were currently splayed out on the pavement in an almost submissive way. It took me a while for me to lift my eyes to her face but when I finally did look I noticed with no small amount of horror that she was looking at me with a coy smile on her little face.

I must have done a triple take upon seeing her, for she let out a small giggle and finally managed to stand back up. She began walking her bicycle back down the street where she had come, but before she disappeared from sight she gave me a small little smile and a wave. It took me several minutes to pull my jaw off the floor and regain some form of composure. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. An exhibitionist 11 year old seemed almost unthinkable at that point in my life. I knew then that I had to pursue this further. I think that some part of me knew that I was headed down a road that there was no turning back from, but I honestly didn't care.

The next day she was there again, this time in a pair of skimpy cotton shorts that clung to her curvacious bottom in a most appealing way. I stood right in the window so that she could easily see me, with my member out and pointing directly at her surprised face. I merely smiled as I took my member in my hand and began pumping up and down on the throbbing shaft. She eyed my reproductive organ for a few moments before suddenly seeming to come to her senses she rode back the way she had came. Her face was an interesting hue of red.

I was furious, and I silently cursed myself for scaring her off by acting too fast. I decided to at least wait until the next day before I started damning myself.

She didn't come.

I cursed myself. I had blown it already, just by acting too fast I had ruined what might have become a very interesting relationship with the mysterious girl down the street. I couldn't concentrate at college, my paintings looked like shit and I knew it. My mind was constantly wandering back to the girl.

It went on like that for a week or more, there was no sign of her. I was certain that I would never see her again, and my little ritual of self-manipulation was forever thrown off now that I was missing my little angel. I remember driving my car home from college one day to see her riding her bike down the street, heading towards my car. My heart started beating faster merely by looking at her, I couldn't believe how much I loved just seeing her. When I got close enough I waved...almost bashfully. I let out a visible and audible sigh of relief when she not only returned the wave but flashed me an adorable little smile.

I beamed back at her before passing and pulled into my driveway. When I walked up to my front door I noticed a small slip of paper sitting nestled in between the screen door and the doorframe. I opened the folded piece of paper to see her beautiful flowing writing, it was almost elegant and far more developed than was normal for a girl her age. It simply read.

"I've been thinking about you. Can we talk?"

There was also a phone number scrawled on the bottom of the page. I only assumed and hoped it was hers.

I regarded the note without a word for a few moments before finally looking up the street. A silly grin broke my face near in two as I headed inside. I could scarcely wait to call her. I didn't bother with the whole dating game, phone tag bullshit where the one who receives the number is supposed to wait X number of days to keep Y% of their diginity. That was just a silly formality and a pretense, I wanted to talk to her now and I wanted her to know that I wanted to talk to her. I gave her enough time to get home...or what I assumed was enough time, before I dialed the number.

So there I was, standing in the middle of my dark living room with a phone clutched in my sweaty hand. Each ring brought me that much closer to a heart attack. I felt like I was calling to ask the most popular girl in school out on a date or something. This was idiotic, here I am, a college freshman, getting nervous calling an 11 year old girl....I repeated that in my head but it didn't help any, I remained as nervous and twitchy as ever.

After what seemed an eternity of eternities she answered the phone. I knew it was her just by the sound, it was exactly what I had expected from my little angel. Clear and high and sweet like a silver bell. I only smiled at her shy "h-hello?"

I drew a little bit of solace from the fact that she was as nervous as I was. I managed to find my breath and get out a small, "hello"

So there we were on opposite ends of the phone, neither one of us really knew what to say to the other for a few moments so I decided to break the ice a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about scaring you."

"Oh no, I...I liked it..."

I laughed slightly, "I liked watching you, too. You're very pretty."

She gave a small, girlish laugh and replied shyly, "Thank you."

"So can I know your name? Mine's Joe." I said with some growing confidence.

"I'm Alice." She replied quickly. There was a long silence between us, and then she spoke up again. "Look, I know you've been watching me...and actually, I knew that you were for a long time. I've...I've seen you around and I've been thinking about you a lot and..." She cut herself off, she sounded so desperate and shy and panicked. "I was wondering if we could meet? I really want to meet you..."

I didn't reply right away, because a part of me knew that she was a naive young girl and could have been getting herself into a lot of trouble pursuing an older guy like this. I wasn't the wrong type of guy, I didn't think, but then any guy has to wonder if they're entertaining the thought of having sex with a very young girl. My instinct finally won out over my conscience and I said. "How about now?"

She gasped audibly in surprise or glee, I couldn't tell. There was definitely the hint of a squeal in there somewhere. I only managed a grin.

"Okay!" She finally said happily, "My dad won't be home for another hour so I have time."

"Mine won't be back the rest of the night, so why not come over here?"

"Okay!" She said again.

I smiled, "Alice, I feel like I should warn you against this. I mean, you're going to go to my house when you know full well what my tastes in women are."

She only laughed and hung up the phone. I was giddy with excitement as I stared expectantly out my window. It wasn't long before I saw her in her white skirt and a dark green shirt that clung to her small torso. She was fairly racing down the street, her wavy brown hair flew out behind her head as she rode right up to my front door and knocked, her smile never left her face.

I greeted her my own silly grin and let her inside the house with me. I made sure that no one saw us enter the house together and closed the door behind us. I turned on a few lights so that I could more properly see her. She was a vision with that shy little grin on her face, standing there with her arms folded in front of her, her beautiful green eyes roaming all over the place as she nervously looked around the room. I took a seat on the only suitable piece of furniture in the room, a small leather loveseat, and indicated that she come sit next to me. She did so with only a moment's hesitation.

"What do you say we skip all the pretenses and just be honest as to our intentions?" I said with a grin. She looked nervously at me but grinned back, "I know this is kind of a weird situation....for both of us....but I've been thinking about you a lot for a long time now."

"I know, I....I've been thinking about you and..." She looked down and blushed furiously.

I smiled, "I think I know what you've been doing." I said with a grin, "you've been doing what I was doing when I looked at you."

She only nodded a little, blushing even deeper.

"It's alright, that's why we're here, because we like the eachother. I know you know a little about this stuff now, and what two adults do when they like eachother."

She looked up at me and nodded, and I reached around her waist with one arm and pulled her tiny form closer to mine. She didn't resist at all but instead nestled herself slightly against my hip as I looked directly into her eyes. "I know that some people would think of this as wrong, but I've liked you for a long time now and I can't stop myself any longer."

She only nodded slightly in response, "I...I don't want you to.....to stop yourself." She said breathlessly.

I lowered my head to hers and planted a kiss on her small lips, she rose to meet it and kissed back. I felt her mouth open slightly and I did the same, her small tongue slid into my mouth as I moved against her, pressing her down into the bottom cushion as I leaned over her, the kiss between us grew more passionate, our breathing escalating and growing louder and more ragged.

I placed a hand on her knee and slowly began sliding my hand up her thigh, she only responded by spreading her legs to give me more access to her most sacred areas.

Now I don't know what any of you think, but to have a young girl submissively giving herself to you at such a tender age has got to be one of the most erotic things I have ever had the pleasure to witness. She must have been reacting on pure instinct during those first few wild moments. I remember pulling away from the kiss as my hand neared it's final destination to see her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust as I'm sure mine must have been. I felt the heat from her as I finally placed my hand on her soft and delicate mound, feeling the depression between her lips and pressing my finger slightly into it. She gasped and actually pulled my head back down to hers to meet in a kiss. Our tongues wrapped around eachother and explored the other with unrelenting passion as I began a steady rhythm on her mound. I merely rubbed my hand in slow circles against the dampening crotch of her panties.

I pulled away from the kiss again, much to her displeasure. I assured her, however, that I was going to need my mouth for something much better. She seemed to understand better than a girl her age should, and she only looked up at me with trusting eyes as I reached to the bottom of her shirt and drew it up over her head.

I cannot express in words the beauty of those budding breasts. I can only do the best I can with what little I have, needless to say they were my idea of perfect. Two small hints of breasts only just beginning to sprout from her perfect torso above a slightly round tummy. I slid my hand up her stomach and slid it over her incredibly soft and yielding breast. I gently kneaded the fleshy mound, feeling her hard pink nipple pressing into my palm. Her mouth hung open slightly as she silently watched my ministrations on her body. I gently took her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it slightly.

"Ow!" she yelled quickly, but quickly her yells became the faintest of whispers as she whispered to herself, "ow......ow.....uhnn...ow...." in a never-ending series of lust filled remarks. She closed her eyes completely and reared her head back as I gently twisted her tiny little nubbin in my large fingers. She was totally engrossed in the sensation, and only lifted her cute little butt for me when I pulled her skirt down her small legs. She was wearing the cutest little pair of green panties, and I merely admired these for a moment before peeling them off her.

I simply love the way panties come off a girl's pussy, how the crotch always seems to be the very last part to finally come away. Perhaps it was the dampened state of Alice's mound but for whatever reason I was treated to that wonderful little show where I watched more and more of her beautiful navel reveal itself to me until the crotch of her panties pulled away, revealing her bald and beautiful little slit. I tossed her panties aside and had to admire the wonderful craftsmanship of this creature beneath me. If god exhisted, he must have been an artist. That little hairless mound, blushing pink and spread invitingly, with the merest hint of pink flesh glistening underneath and her small little clit, already quite firm and peering out from between her fleshy lips.

I lowered my mouth to her mound, wanting only to bring her pleasure at this moment. To feel her and hear her as she came for me. She lay back on the couch, her legs spread wide, as I let my tongue slide slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing in between her labia and tasting her and finally ending on her clit, running my tongue in slow circles around it. She moaned out loud, a high, girlish noise, and placed her small hands on the back of my head. I repeated the process, licking slowly upwards and eventually settling in to a rhythmic tonguing of her pussy, paying her tiny engorged clit the most attention as I took it between my lips, and even my teeth, nibbling slightly on it, much to her surprise. She gasped as I nibbled gently on her clit, finally murmuring "harder" to me in a breathy voice. I obliged, biting down the slightest bit harder on her clit, causing her no small amount of pain as I bit down slightly.

"Owww." She groaned lustily and spread her legs even further for me. I moved my hand down that wonderfully flat tummy of hers, pressing one finger inside of her. At this point she was too far gone to protest to anything I might do to her. I pushed two fingers inside of her, reveling in the feel of her slick walls contracting around me. I had only pushed them in to the first knuckle so as not to hurt her. She only squealed slightly as I began to slowly press my fingers into her, I kept biting down on her tiny clit, occasionally giving her labia or clit a quick nip. The girl had a masochistic streak, because she would howl out "owww," and groan and grind her damp pussy onto my mouth, obviously hoping for more attention from my teeth.

I slid my fingers in and out, pressing slightly deeper each time, feeling her beginning to subconsciously thrust back on my fingers, grinding her hips onto me and arching her back. I felt her most sacred barrier resisting me, and I knew she didn't notice at all, not in her severely heightened state of arousal. I knew that I would have to time this right in order for her to permit me to do it. I kept my fingers inside of her as I positioned myself at her holy gate. I fished my throbbin member out of my pants. She opened her eyes and looked at my throbbing cock with a mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear.

Another thing that most people don't believe about me when I tell them online, is that my penis is 9 inches long when aroused. Keeping in mind that I am 6'8" it doesn't seem that unbelievable. Choose to believe or not, at the very least for the purposes of the story, try to imagine what the poor girl was willing to go through to please me and her.

Tendrils of clear pre-cum oozed down onto her navel, collecting in tiny little pools. I placed my cock head at the entrance, she looked at it with her eyes half closed. "Do it." She whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Joe."

That was more than enough for me, I began to slowly push into her. My cock head spread her pussy lips obscenely, and she chewed on her lower lip, watching as I penetrated her for the first time. She winced slightly as I inched deeper into her, her muscles tightening around me rhythmically as I invaded her depths. I pushed warmly, wetly into her until I felt her hymen. I looked down at her with tenderness in my eyes, and she returned the look and gave me the slightest of nods. I knelt down and kissed her passionately as I pressed against her hymen. She kissed back passionately, her tongue fighting with mine. She began to let out high pitched squeals of pain as I increased the pressure, but she never stopped kissing even when I finally tore through her hymen, pushing forward another three inches into her.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mouth open in a frozen scream, her breathing coming in shallow breaths and a few tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Alice...are you alright?" I asked, looking down at her and the blood leaking down around my shaft. Her only response was a nod and a "please"

I took her meaning and continued pushing into her, feeling more and more of her take me inside of her as I explored deep within her. Her vaginal walls contracted against me as I further invaded her.

"deep." she gasped as I continued pushing in, "is it all in?" she asked me with a hint of desperation in her voice. I continued pushing deeper within her wordlessly, I had about three inches left to go, and when she lifted her head and looked down at what was left she started breathing harder and looking up at the ceiling. "Finish it." she moaned.

I nodded and with one quick, savage thrust, finished pushing inside of her. I was now fully immersed and inside of her as she lay there, gasping. Her beautiful chest heaved as she got used to being filled. I allowed her to get used to it for a few more moments and finally began pulling out slightly. She let out a desperate "No!" but then moaned loudly when I pushed back in. I slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in, beginning a slow rhythm inside of her.

It didn't take her long to start responding and automatically thrusting her tiny hips back up at me as my thick pole slid in and out of her. Her hairless pussy swallowed me up whole as I moved slowly in and out of her, I pulled out almost all the way and plunged back, deep within her. Each inward thrust bringing the head of my cock against her cervix. I moved in and out of her, increasing my tempo as my orgasm began to build. It was indescribably tight inside of her and it felt like she was squeezing the blood out of my cock as she began approaching her own orgasm. I wanted us to come together more than anything as I began speed up even more in and out of her. The noise of my powerful thrusts filled the room. They were the obscene squelching noises that seemed to fit better in a pornographic video than in our situation, but the two of us were too fargone to care about such trivial matters as we both peaked together, her contracting wildly around my weapon and seemingly sucking me deeper into her and me erupting in a powerful tide of thick, white cum.

The two of us were sweating profusely now, and as I flipped her tiny nude form so that she was resting on top of me, I gently caressed her buttox. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered as she nuzzled against me. I only nodded and kissed her forehead softly as I felt myself gradually softening inside of her.

We lay like that for God knows how long, both of us enjoying being in eachother's presence and reveling in the scent of the other, of the feel of it. It was the first time we lay together, but we both knew that it wouldn't be the last. I finally withdrew my soft tool from her pussy, releasing a veritable flood of our mixed cum and trace amounts of her blood.

"When can I see you like this again?" Alice asked me softly, staring into my eyes as her head rested on my chest.

I smiled at her warmly and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips, the merest hint of our tongues pressing against eachother as we lay like that. "Whenever we want, my parents are going out of town this weekend." I said. She smiled back at me, "I can say I'm going to a friend's house for the weekend." She said mischeviously. I grinned back at her, the prospects of what could happen with an entire weekend with her were simply dazzling.

I finally sent her home, Lord knows how distraught she must have been with my dried cum staining the inside of her thigh and filling her up. I only smiled as he gave me a final wave, disappearing from my sight.

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