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                           THE DECISION

      Eleven years old Anne Rutherford had made her decision. Within a
      week, she would get rid of her cherry! This was the only reasonable
      thing to do, otherwise she would become insane from horniness and
      frustration.

      For months, she had masturbated several hours a day, and she reached
      at least thirty climaxes each day. She had developed the ability to
      obtain multiple orgasms during masturbation.

      Anne was a rather pretty girl, although she would hardly become a
      Hollywood beauty. She was rather big for her age, she could easily
      pass for thirteen or fourteen. Her hair was brown, and it fell onto
      the shoulders. Her eyes were somewhere between blue and grey, and
      since she was a little short-sighted, she wore glasses. She preferred
      glasses before contact lenses, and her neat glasses fitted her very
      nicely. She had an ample figure of the type men would have lusted for
      had she been older, well, many men certainly lusted for her already,
      mainly because of her for her age very well developed breasts. She
      had the clearly biggest tits in grade school, and there were only a
      few girls in high school with bigger tits. In fact, many grown women
      would've been proud of tits like Anne's.

      These tits showed clearly that Anne had reached puberty, and that she
      was almost fully developed. She had menstruated for more than a year,
      as the first one in her class. Not only physically was she well
      developed, she was also a very intelligent girl. She was among the
      best in her class in almost all subjects, and her grades were very
      good. She liked school a lot, in particular, she liked her teacher,
      Mr Henschel, who encouraged her and often helped her to find
      references on subjects she was particularly interested in.

      Mr Henschel's kindness had helped her a lot, since her parents,
      although kind and loving, didn't have much time for her. Her father
      was a trucker, who was often away from home, and her mother worked
      full time in a grocery store. They had to work hard to support
      themselves and their four children. Apart from Anne, they had one
      more girl, seventeen years old Carol, and two boys, fifteen years old
      Michael and thirteen years old Nicholas. The family lived in a big
      and expensive (for their economy) apartment in Laxton, a small city
      with about 30 000 inhabitants in eastern Calisylvania.

      It was now a late evening in May. Anne was lying in her bed, trying
      to sleep. As always after going to bed, she was masturbating. She had
      already reached seven hard orgasms, but she knew she needed several
      more. She had masturbated as long as she could remember, but during
      the latest year, reaching puberty, her masturbating had increased
      incredibly much, to the enormously high level of today. Nowadays, she
      was so horny she considered herself a nymphomaniac!

      Why was she so horny? She didn't know. One explanation was perhaps
      that she never felt any guilt for it. Her mother once caught her
      masturbating when she was a little girl, and she didn't try to stop
      her, instead she said that it was perfectly natural, only that one
      should do it only in private, not in front of people. And so she was
      doing. She was sure her parents knew that she masturbated a lot, but
      far from as much as she actually did. Since she was such a smart
      girl, she tried to improve the masturbation by using candles and
      other objects. Not much was left of her hymen. She had had a little
      sex education in school, and she read all she could get hold of about
      sex, learning new masturbation techniques. As a result, masturbation
      grew better and better, and she obtained more and more pleasure. This
      made her desires to increase, and, in her case, more desire led to
      more pleasure led to more desire etc. in an eternally increasing
      spiral. She didn't want the spiral to stop increasing, she wanted all
      the pleasure she could get.

      Yet, during the latest months, she had come to realize that there was
      something missing. No matter how wonderful her numerous masturbation
      sessions were, there was always a vague feeling of emptiness an lack
      of depth present. First, she tried to take care of this by
      masturbating even more. She often used to masturbate in the restroom
      during the breaks at school, and sometimes even during the lessons,
      when nobody saw her.

      Although the pleasure increased, the emptiness feeling remained.

      Gradually, she realized that what she was missing was the real thing.
      A real man to fuck! Sex was more than mechanical stimulation, an art
      she now fully mastered. No, it was also the closeness between two
      persons (or why not more than two?) who did all they could to excite
      and satisfy each other. She realized that she had known that all the
      time. Because, as everyone, she fantasized during masturbation. If
      masturbation was all there was, why fantasize about fabulous fucks?
      Because that was what she was doing: fantasizing about fabulous
      fucks. In her fantasies, she was never with boys of her own age. No,
      she considered boys of her own age as silly and immature. She had
      kissed some boys sometimes, but that didn't make any impression on
      her. She also knew, from reading much about sex, that the first fuck
      wasn't very great for most people, because they were young and
      inexperienced. That was unacceptable for her. She wanted that sex
      always should be fabulous, including the first time, and it could
      hardly be that with a young, immature, and egocentric boy.

      No, she wanted a grown up, experienced men, who could teach her all
      about sex! Such a man, she imagined, would do anything she asked
      about, and he would work restlessly to give her countless
      skyrocketing orgasms. In return, she would gladly let him do anything
      he wanted to her.

      She would suck his cock and swallow every drop of sperm. He could
      fuck her pussy and even her ass as much as he wanted, preferably
      more. She would give him the absolutely best sex he ever imagined,
      and her own pleasure would be light-years beyond everything in the
      universe. She seldom fantasized about particular men. Her fantasy
      lovers were entirely made up by her imagination.

      Often there were more than one man in her fantasies.

      One of her craziest fantasies was that it was her birthday, and her
      present was that she was taken to a men's club with at least twenty
      men, and that she could do anything she wanted with them all. Of
      course she would fuck them all with all her holes in an endless gang
      bang, until all their pricks were limp!

      These gang bang fantasies and some others she partially got from
      reading porn magazines and watching porn movies. Her father and her
      brothers sometimes brought such magazines and and movies, and she
      secretly read the magazines and watched the movies when she was
      alone.

      She also dreamed about sex almost every night. She used to have
      countless orgasms while asleep. But the dreams were often
      frustrating. She'd lost count of the times she dreamt about her gang
      bang birthday at the men's club, just to wake up in the moment she
      would start to fuck the men! Awful!

      Now, this late evening in May, Anne realized that more masturbation,
      fantasies, porno reading and watching, and dreams, simply wouldn't
      suffice for her. She had to have the real thing! Of course, she
      wouldn't be legal for years, but she knew she would go insane with
      four or five more years of only masturbation and dreams. And why
      should she wait?

      Her body was clearly ripe for fucking, and her intellect and emotions
      were mature enough to handle it. It would be a terrible waste to
      masturbate the years away, when she could fuck like crazy and satisfy
      both herself and who knows how many men!

      Therefore, she made her decision this night: To seduce a grown up man
      within a week!

      Preferably, she wanted to seduce a man tomorrow already, but she
      understood that such a thing must be properly planned to work.

      First of all, she must select a suitable man. This wouldn't be easy.
      Such a man must be willing to break the law and the moral standards
      of the society to fuck her. He must often fantasize about little
      girls, otherwise he certainly wouldn't be interested. She would make
      his wildest dreams come true. On the other hand, he mustn't be an
      disgusting pedophile using small kids for his own pleasure only.

      Fortunately, she thought, she was too stacked to attract real
      pedophiles. No, this man must both be kind and caring and have a
      filthy imagination. He would never force her to do anything she
      didn't wanted, but he wouldn't hesitate do things she wanted.
      All her holes would be free for him, and he would fuck her in them
      all. Her ambition was to give him the best sex he ever imagined.
      Therefore, she would exercise her cunt muscles, to get a snapping
      pussy. Actually, she had started with this kind of exercises a month
      earlier, maybe she subconsciously knew already that she would soon
      fuck. She also decided to learn deep-throating technique, by
      practicing with anything suitable she could get her hands on. Maybe
      her brother Nick's old plastic toy sword would do?

      There were more problems to be solved. How would she seduce the man?
      Where would they have their sex meetings? At what times could they
      fuck? How would they keep it secret? These were all difficult
      problems, but if there's a will, there's a way!
      She was sure of that.

      While lying there making up her plans, she continued to masturbate,
      and she came five more times in the meantime. These orgasms were the
      best she ever had, and she almost needed to scream with pleasure. And
      indeed, the emptiness feeling was somewhat weaker now, although not
      gone. This convinced her that she was on the right way. The last
      orgasm was so intense that she fell asleep, and during the night, she
      had her favorite gang bang dream. This time she succeeded to fuck
      some of the men before she waked up. She came at least twenty times
      in her sleep, in extremely wonderful orgasms!

      But dreams are dreams. It was time for her to get a real fuck!
      The next morning, Anne dressed as sexily as she could.

      She took a blue minidress with a belt and buttons in the front, which
      showed off her ample figure. She left the uppermost buttons
      unbuttoned, and she were no bra. The dress came about three inches
      below her butt, and she decided to wear no panties!

      She also wore knee stockings and low-heel shoes.

      She imagined she was dressed exactly right for men turned on by
      little girls, innocently enough not to make herself too conspicuous
      by the main stream, because of her young age, but every little girl
      lover would get an enormous hard-on.

      When she left for school, her pussy was soaking wet. Today she would
      start looking for a man to seduce! On her way to school, which was
      only a few hundred yards from her home, she met mr Russell, a retired
      sawmill worker in his early sixties, who lived in a small house
      nearby.

      Last summer, Anne used to spend some time at Mr Russell's, making a
      little money by working in his garden. By that time, she came pretty
      close to him. He was very kind, and she could talk with him about
      almost everything. This felt very good for her, since her parents was
      so busy with work. It was good for him too, he was divorced with no
      children, and he didn't know many kids. And Anne was very grown up
      for being only ten, as she was then.

      Anne liked to talk to him so much she visited him several times also
      after summer, but the last time was several months ago.

      - Good morning Mr Russell, Anne said, are you taking a morning walk?
      - Oh, hallo Anne! Yes, I like to walk in the morning, it is so calm
      and quiet then.
      - Really? But the school begins soon, and there are a lot of kids
      around, disturbing your quiet, isn't it?
      - Well, you know I like kids! Besides, I have been out for almost an
      hour, I'm on my way home right now.
      - Oh. Well, I have to go to school right now, or I'll be late. But it
      was nice to see you. I haven't seen you for a while.
      - You're always welcome to my house, you know!
      - Yeah, I might show up some day, see ya!
      - See ya, and I must say you are very pretty today, Anne!
      - Why, thank you, Mr Russell, Anne said happily. See ya!
      - See ya!

      When she left him, she met her class-mate Pat.
      - I see you talked to that dirty old man Russell, Pat said.
      - What do you mean, Anne said indignantly. Mr Russell is very kind.
      - Yeah, maybe, but he's turned on by little girls.
      - Really?
      - That's what Pam says.

      Pam was Pat's fifteen years old sister.
      - Hey, what does Pam know about him? Anne asked.
      - Well, she says that when she and her friends pass his house when
      he is in the garden, he is often staring at them with lust.
      - And how does she know it is with lust?
      - She knows that, she's no virgin, you know!
      - I know that, Anne said, but so what? She's pretty, and she often
      dresses sexily, so it's natural that men watches her. Isn't that what
      she wants, after all?

      - Perhaps. But not old men. But that's not all. She told me that once
      last for all, she took the bus downtown. The bus was crowded, and she
      couldn't find any seat, so she had to stand. Mr Russell was at the
      bus too, sitting at a seat next to her. He was watching her, of
      course. Suddenly, the bus made a rough turn, and Pam lost her balance
      and fell right onto the lap of Mr Russell. And guess what? He had a
      hardon! She could feel that clearly during the fraction of a second
      she remained on his lap! She jumped up quickly and called him "dirty
      old man" so that some other passengers could hear it. Guess if the
      poor man blushed! He hurried of the bus at the next stop.

      - That wasn't nice of Pam, Anne said, how was she dressed then?
      - Miniskirt, I think.
      - I thought that. I think there's nothing strange with a man getting
      a hard-on while watching a pretty young girl in miniskirt.
      - But Pam was only fourteen then!
      - So what! Did Mr Russell solicit her in some way?
      - No.
      - So, all he did was getting a little turned on by a young girl.

      That's no crime! I know Mr Russell, and I know that he is very kind.
      He would never solicit or heart Pam or any other! Just because he was
      a little turned on by Pam in miniskirt, it is unfair to call him a
      dirty old man! Anne said upset.
      - Okay, okay! Pat said annoyed, I didn't know you liked him that
      much!

      They arrived at school and they couldn't continue their argument in
      class. Anne calmed down during the first class, and then she started
      to think of what Pat said in a different manner. Maybe Mr Russell was
      turned on by young girls? How young? As young as herself? Thinking
      of it, she realized that Mr Russell had been looking at her in a
      special way in the morning. With lust? Yes, she thought so. And the
      more she thought of it, the more certain she became that he had had a
      bulge in his pants. And when he said she was pretty, didn't he say
      that with lust?

      Yes, certainly! How strange she didn't notice anything before,
      despite that her thoughts were occupied with seducing a man! But of
      course, Mr Russell was too old. It never appeared to her to think of
      him sexually!

      But that appeared to her now, with tremendous strength. Her naked
      cunt was so wet she was wetting the chair with her pussy juices.
      Thinking of fucking Mr Russell made her so hot she came in a
      spontaneous orgasm right in the class, without even touching herself!
      It was the best orgasm she ever had, and she had to clench her teeth
      not to yell with pleasure. Fortunately, it was rather noisy in the
      classroom right then, so no one noticed.

      After that, she started to think about it seriously. Okay, Mr Russell
      was over sixty, but so what? He didn't look bad. And she knew she
      could trust him completely. He would never force her to do anything
      she didn't want, (as if there was anything she didn't want!), and he
      would surely do all he could to make her enjoy herself. And he had
      another advantage, she reminded herself: He was sterile, so they
      didn't need to think of contraceptives.

      Yes, if she could seduce him, he would be an ideal lover for her.
      But how could she seduce him? After all, it was a big difference
      between being turned on by and maybe have fantasies about little
      girls, and actually fucking them. No matter how hot he was, he
      would never try to seduce her, so she had to be the aggressor.

      She must make him so hot he couldn't resist her!
      She decided to seduce Mr Russell in the same afternoon, after school!
      She celebrated this decision by masturbating herself to a new
      wonderful orgasm, right in class.

      During the remainder of the day before the school ended, she
      masturbated ten more times, during every break and most classes. She
      reached tremendous orgasms, and it was very difficult for her to keep
      quiet, but she made it. This masturbating didn't decrease her
      horniness the least, it just made her hornier. She felt that she
      wanted much, much, much more. She felt like an insatiable nympho! She
      loved that feeling!

      Finally, the school ended, and she went right to Mr Russell's house.
      When she rang the doorbell, she was so horny her pussyjuices flowed
      out of her like a river.

      - Hi Mr Russell! she said when he opened. I thought I should pay you
      visit.
      - Hi Anne! I'm glad to see you. Welcome!

      They went indoors and Anne closed and locked the door. Then she
      hugged him and said:
      - I like you so much! You're so kind.
      - Oh, I like you too very much, Anne, he said.
      Anne felt his hard-on against her body. God! She was so horny she
      could hardly keep still!

      Mr Russell felt some discomfort with his hard-on. He hoped Anne
      didn't notice it. Anne was just a kid, but he just couldn't help it!
      She was so damned sexy! Mr Russell was very turned on by sexy little
      girls. All his sexual fantasies involved girls younger than sixteen.
      He was ashamed of it, he felt like a dirty old man, but he couldn't
      help it. Fortunately, it was only fantasies. He would never molest a
      young girl, he was too kind and decent for that. Besides, in his
      fantasies, the girl was always the aggressor. He just had to lean
      back and be seduced. But now, he was having difficulties to control
      himself.

      "Calm down Henry!" he thought (Henry was his name.) "She's just
      eleven years old. God knows what she would think of me if she knew
      what is going on!"

      But she was awfully sexy! He had never been thinking of her sexually
      before this morning. But when he met her then, he had got an instant
      hardon. He saw that her body had grown wonderfully stacked the last
      months, and her clothes brought out her body even more. God, she was
      the sexiest creature he'd ever seen! He just hoped she didn't notice
      his enormous hardon then. And she was no less sexier right now! By
      now, she must have felt his hardon, he thought, he just hoped she
      didn't think of it! She hugged him very sensually, and he had to stop
      the hugging before he lost control of his feelings. He was afraid to
      hurt the innocent child.

      He slipped out of the hug and said:
      - Do you want a coke and some cookies, or... ?
      - No, thank you, not right now. Right now, I just want to sit on your
      lap and hug you some more! It feels so good to be close to you.
      He should have said no, but he just loved to have her on his lap. She
      was the only kid who had been sitting on his lap for years.
      - Okay, he said hesitantly, let's sit down at the sofa!

      They went into the living room. He seated himself at the sofa, and
      Anne seated herself on his lap and started to hug him again. When she
      seated herself, her dress hiked up a little, and he saw that she had
      no panties! He saw her naked pussy with just a few hairs, and his
      hard-on became harder than ever!

      Why on earth didn't she wear panties!? And as if that wasn't enough,
      she suddenly kissed him on his mouth. By sheer surprise, he returned
      the kiss. And it wasn't like a goodnight kiss. It was a hot sensual
      kiss. She even put her tongue in his mouth. God, what was happening?
      He was now so hot he didn't know what to do. Finally, he realized he
      had to stop this, otherwise he was seriously afraid he'd lose control
      over himself and rape her!

      Gently, he pushed her face away from his and said:
      - We better stop this right now!
      - Why? she said, don't you like it?
      - Well, he said uneasily, this can't go on.
      - But why not? I like it, and I think you like it too.
      - It just wouldn't be right to continue.
      - Why? Please say what's wrong!
      - All right, I guess you are big enough to understand. You see, I
      might get the urge to do things to you that an old man like me
      absolutely shouldn't do to a little girl like you.
      - What things? she said interested.
      - Well, he felt very uneasy now, you aren't a little kid any more,
      you are growing up to a woman. Your body is incredibly mature for
      your age. Your breasts, your legs ...
      - So you like my body? Good, I like that!
      - I like your body almost too much. In particular the way you are
      dressed today. And why don't you wear panties? Right now I can see
      right up your... your...
      - Cunt? she said, now smiling.
      - Yes, he said blushing. You should cover yourself, otherwise I'm
      afraid I can't can't control myself. I might do things... It's awful
      to say this, but I'm afraid I might hurt you!
      - You! Hurt me! No, Mr Russell, I'm sure you could never hurt me. You
      are the kindest person I know.

      He sighed.

      - I'm going to tell you something Anne, he said. You might not like
      what you will hear, but please, don't be angry with me, and please,
      don't tell anybody else!
      - All right.
      - You see, I have a passion for little girls like you, or maybe a
      little older. I have fantasies about them. About doing things with
      them... er .. I mean sexually, if you know what I mean ...
      - You mean fucking them? She didn't look shocked. Instead, she looked
      amused.
      - Yes. I'm very ashamed of that. I feel like a dirty old man. But I
      just can't help it. Oh, I wish I could get rid of this passion. An
      old man like me shouldn't get turned on by little girls!
      - But it's only fantasies, right? You have never actually fucked a
      little girl?
      - Of course not! That's illegal. Besides, no little girl could want
      to have sex with me, and I'm certainly no rapist. But I have to admit
      that the way you just acted made me so hot I was afraid to lose
      control.
      - So you were afraid to rape me! That's ridiculous! If I would make
      resistance and scream and sob with fear, could you really carry
      through a rape then?

      He tried to imagine the situation.
      - No, I guess I couldn't. No matter how hot I would be, I could never
      hurt you.
      - That's what I knew. Besides, you wouldn't need to rape me. You are
      wrong when you say that no little girl wants to fuck you. I want
      that! Badly!
      - What!!! he burst out shocked.
      - Yes! Why do you think I act and dress the way I do. Because I'm so
      horny I can hardly sit still! I want you to get horny too. And you
      are horny. I feel your hard-on. I just want it in my cunt instead!
      OOOHHH.. I'm coming just by thinking of it, OOOOHHH what an orgasm.!
      OOOO... YES YEEESS!!
      - Anne! Stop this!

      He was very shocked, but also hornier than he'd ever been, watching
      the lovely little girl tremble and writhe with an obviously very
      powerful orgasm.

      When Anne's orgasm, the most fantastic she'd ever had, faded away he
      said admonishing:
      - Anne, I don't know what has got into you. But you must control
      yourself!
      And I can't fuck you. You are to young to fuck. You have to wait a
      few years.
      - No! I'm not too young! You just said my body is mature. And I'm
      much smarter than most kids my age. And I'm so horny I'm afraid to go
      insane. I want to fuck so bad!
      - But for Christ's sake, you're just eleven years old! If I fucked
      you, I would go to jail! Then I really would be a dirty old man!
      - Of course, we won't tell anyone! I might be only eleven, but I know
      I'm ripe for fucking. There is nothing I want more than that! Please!
      No one wil l ever know! Please!
      - Even so, I don't understand why you want to fuck an old man like
      me. I could understand if you want to fuck a boy your age, but why
      me?
      - Pooh! Boys my age are stupid, immature, and selfish. They would
      only think of their own pleasure, and they wouldn't even know how to
      satisfy me.

      They don't turn me on a bit! No I want a real man, like you. A kind,
      experienced man who would do all he could to satisfy me. You would be
      perfect!

      He couldn't avoid to become flattered.
      - But I'm sixtytwo years old. I'm old enough to be your grandfather!
      - So what! I think you are handsome, and you are in a good form. And
      you are awfully turned on by me. I think you are stupid if you don't
      seize this opportunity to fulfill your fantasy. It is certainly the
      only opportunity you will ever get. And I will be the most willing
      and horny little girl you ever imagined.

      If you do all you can to satisfy me, I'll do all I can to satisfy
      you. You can fuck me as much as you ever want. I'll suck your cock
      and swallow every drop of your sperm. You can even fuck my ass!

      She took his hand and placed it on her soaking wet cunt.
      - Feel how wet my cunt is, she said. OOOOOOHHH, I'm coming again,
      OOOOHH, shit, OOOHHHHH! It's so GOOOOD! ... Your hand feels so good
      on my cunt! OOOHH!..

      He had never felt such a soaking wet pussy before , and he couldn't
      resist to caress her clit, which made her explode in a new wonderful
      orgasm.

      - OOOOOHH. Wonderful.... I'm coming again.... I'm coming so fucking
      hard.... OOOOHHH, You have such talented fingers OOOOOOOOOHHHHH! ...
      She writhed as a worm on his lap, and he was close to come too. His
      cock strained worse than ever against his pants.

      When her orgasm had faded away he said:
      - Do you feel better now?
      - I feel wonderful. But I'm still horny as hell. I think I'm
      insatiable! I want to fuck you more than ever!

      She started to unbotton his pants. He was too weak to resist.
      - You shouldn't.... was all he could say when his cock came free. It
      stood straight up. It was only about medium size, about six inches,
      but Anne thought it looked absolutely gorgeous.
      - Oooh, I can't wait to put it in my pussy, she said while she took
      of his pants.

      He hardly could do any resistance any more.

      After that, she reached for his cock. It felt wonderfully hard and
      soft at the same time. She started to stroke it slowly. He had to
      hold back not to come.
      - No, you shouldn't.... he said mobilizing his last resistance.
      - Of course, I won't do it if you really don't want it, she said. You
      know, I'm no rapist either.
      - Ha ha ha! he laughed.
      - But, she said, are you sure you don't want me to put your nice hard
      cock in my hot, wet, tight, little virgin pussy?
      - Well, erh ... his last resistance was fading away.
      - Are you sure you don't want my wet little pussy to squeeze your
      hard cock, to ride it really good? Are you really really really sure
      you don't want that?

      His last resistance was now broken:
      - Okay, he said, you can do whatever you want to me, you wonderful
      little girl!
      - Ooooh, wonderful! she sighed. Now, would you please lie down at the
      sofa!
      He did as he was told, and she placed herself above him. He took his
      hard cock and directed it towards her cunt. "At last", she thought,
      "At last I'll get a cock up my pussy!" God! Was she horny!

      Slowly, she shoved his cock up her pussy. Even before the first inch
      of his cock had entered her pussy, she started to come:
      - OOOOHHHHH, she yelled, SHIT! I'M COMING SO FUCKING HARD!
      She totally lost control and started to fuck him frantically. If
      there was any pain, she didn't feel it. It totally drowned in the
      incredible pleasure.

      There was no blood, anyway, thanks to her masturbating with candles
      and other objects.
      The orgasm was so total, so completely intense, she thought she was
      in heaven. There was no emptiness feeling and no lack of intimacy
      whatsoever, unlike in her masturbation orgasms. No, she felt
      completely filled and very close to Mr Russell, as if they were one
      person. She bounced up and down with the frequency of a mouse hart,
      and she was yelling so loudly it could almost be heard out at the
      street:
      - GAAAWWAALLUU...... What an orgasm! Pooh, it's fading away. But....
      YES, I'M COMING AGAIN! OOOOOAAAAAIIIIIEEEHHHH!!!!! IT'S EVEN BETTER
      THAN THE FIRST! I'M COMING AGAIN!  HAAAARRDEEEERRRR!! OOOOOHHHHHH!!!

      She came again and again and again, each orgasm being longer and more
      intense than the preceding. She was hooked in an increasing spiral of
      pleasure, which seemed to never end.

      Mr Russell had never experienced anything even close to this. He used
      to think that his wife and some other women he had fucked were good
      in bed, but this, this was something completely different! This
      little girl, just eleven years old, was so totally uninhibited, and
      she had such an incredible ability to enjoy herself, that not even in
      his wildest imaginations he had imagined anything like this! And,
      despite that she apparently had lost all control, she milked his cock
      with her tight little pussy better than anybody had milked it before,
      Yet, his wife used to milk his cock really good sometimes, but that
      was nothing against what little Anne did right now. Of course, he
      didn't know that she had exercised her cunt muscles for a month. He
      had to hold back by all his will-power not to come himself. He didn't
      want to come yet. He was fascinated by her incredible orgasms, and he
      wanted to see how many times she was able to come. He also was
      convinced that his own pleasure would be greater the longer he would
      hold back. And, judging from the intense pleasure he was already
      feeling, his own orgasm would be a zillion times better than anything
      he ever experienced before!

      But he wasn't passive. All the time, he tried to caress Anne's body,
      mostly her tits and her clit. This wasn't easy because she was
      bouncing up and down, but he succeeded to increase her incredible
      pleasure even more.

      On and on, the fuck went. The tireless little Anne bounced up and
      down without letup, and her multiple orgasms continued to rush
      through her, each one longer and harder than the preceding, while she
      continued to yell out incoherent sounds.

      Finally, after almost half an hour, Mr Russell couldn't hold back
      any more.

      - Ooooohh, Anne! I can't hold back any more! I'm coming any second!
      At that moment, Anne was on her way down from an orgasm, which in
      fact was her fortythird. (But of course, neither of them had counted
      them, so they didn't know.)
      - YEEESSS, give it to me! OOOHHH!!! Aaaaahh! she screamed, enjoying
      the last spasms of her orgasm. Aaaahhhh!
      - Here I come! OOOOHHHHH! AAAAA! SWEET JEEESUSSS!!! GLAMMMAAIII....

      Now, it was his time to yell. He had expected extremely great things
      from this orgasm. Yet, his expectations were exceeded incredibly
      much. There is no way to describe even a millionth of the pleasure he
      experienced when he ejaculated load after load of sperm into her
      sweet tight little pussy, which immediately started to spasm in her
      fortyfourth orgasm, which made all her previous orgasms to look like
      almost nothing. Her pleasure was as impossible to describe as his
      was. It was the incredible orgasm of incredible orgasms!

      They were both yelling so loudly that it could actually be heard out
      at the street, hadn't there been for the heavy traffic:
      - OOIIHHH! MISTER RUSSELLLLL! UUUUMMMMMAAA! POOOMMMYYY! OOOOOHHHHH!!

      Finally, their orgasms subsided. They had been so intense they both
      passed out. First, Anne collapsed upon Mr Russell, with his cock
      still resting in her cunt. A few seconds later, Mr Russell passed out
      too. But before they collapsed, they both realized they had become
      hooked.

      Anne was hooked on sex. She knew she did the right thing when she
      fucked Mr Russell, but she had no idea that it could be so incredibly
      totally wonderful it turned out to be. Should she limit herself to Mr
      Russell? Maybe not. Why couldn't sex other men be as wonderful?
      Anyway, Mr Russell could fuck her as much as he wanted. The question
      was: Did he want to fuck her as much as she wanted?

      Mr Russell, on the other hand, was hooked on sex with Anne only. He
      knew he couldn't fuck any other woman without being disappointed.
      Fucking Anne was the real thing, fucking any other woman was only a
      very weak reflection. From now on, he would do whatever she wanted
      concerning sex, and he was sure that was a lot!
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