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 She was nine when I moved in, a spidery little kid, all gawky and self-
conscious as only a city kid can be. And she was bright and sweet and 
unaffected. She was the landlord's daughter, and the fact that such a neat kid 
would be in my new apart-ment building was one reason I took the place. 
     The trouble started three years later.
     "Hi. This is Angie."
     As if I might not recognize her voice. Sure, she'd been less likely to 
spend time chatting with the old guy on the fourth floor in the last year--
especially the last few months--but that was ok. And her voice was immediately 
recognizable, nonetheless.) 
     "I have to do this paper for school on volcanoes and I was wondering if 
it would be okay if I looked at some of the books you have." 
     She knew about the book collection, because she'd seen it. 
     "So, like, if it's no hassle, let me know when you get a chance, okay? 
The paper is due Monday. Thanks." 
     On my way out the next morning, I slid a note under the door of the 
owner's apartment saying Saturday, around noon, would be fine. My Main Squeeze 
was out of the country on vacation and if Angie needed more time or help, 
Saturday would be no problem. 
     I made a mental note to clean up the place when I got home from work 
Friday night--I like to sleep in on Saturdays--so it would be presentable when 
Angie came up to raid the books. I had several books as well as the 
encyclopedia. 
     In truth, I was delighted that I had stuff that could help a good, bright 
kid get a solid grade. Really. That was it. I mean--sure, the baby fat was 
melting away and a very pretty girl was emerging, but she was still very much 
A kid, so nothing else occurred to me. This is, I was later to learn, a sign 
of encroaching senility. 
     Saturday afternoon, 12:10 p.m., there's a knock at the door. I'm mostly 
awake. I've had two cups of The Elixir of Life (a.k.a., "coffee") and this is 
as awake as I should ever have to be at ten afternoon on a Saturday. 
     Angie. Telling me how much she appreciates my help and many promises not 
be a problem and cute as can be in her oversized sweat shirt. I noted that she 
has a very cute and sexy and well-formed butt inside that denim and tell 
myself that there is an incredibly lucky 12- or 13-year-old boy who doesn't 
know that this butt has his name on it--or will. 
     I simply smiled and told her of my pleasure at her use of the books and 
pointed to the living room, which is where the Library Wall was. 
     Angie started and soon had four volumes scattered on the floor. I went 
on-line and picked up some E-Mail packets. While I was downloading, I refilled 
the coffee cup. I came back in and started answering mail, then looked up to 
find her watching me. Great big hazel eyes and sun-lightened hair falling in 
riotous curls around her rounded, pretty face.
     "What's up?" 
     "The encyclopedia is great, but we're not supposed to just use one book 
or encyclopedia." 
     "No problem."
     I stood and padded, barefoot, behind her into the living room. Barely 12, 
Angie was small even for that--maybe 4-foot-6--and not even the luscious 
twitching of her butt could dispel the awareness that she was a kid. A smart, 
pretty--maybe even sexy--kid. But a kid. I kept telling myself that as I 
stood, towering behind her, in front of the stacks and pulled books for her. 
     Though she was supposed to do the research and writing on the paper, it 
took a good--oh, fifteen minutes before I was crawling around the living room 
floor with her, finding and marking passages that would be useful and 
relevant. 
     Crawling around on the floor is precisely when the trouble started. I 
looked up and found myself confronted with her jean-clad butt. She was 
crouched over something else, reading, but as she read she was moving that 
cute, round little ass in small circles. 
     I was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of nine-year-old jeans and 
nothing else. Seeing her hard little ass, the way the denim of the jeans crept 
between her cheek and the split of her cunt and--oddly, most of all--the 
little line of bare flesh just above her waist, where her shirt had crept up--
it was instant, embarrassing boner time. 
     This was a KID, fer cryin' out loud! 
     I said, "Angie, please sit on the couch or something." 
     "Huh?" 
     "Waving your butt in front of my face is a awkward for me." 
     Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me over her shoulders, 
hazel eyes bright with mischief and mirth. 
     "What's the matter, Dave? Too hot for ya?" She wiggled for effect. 
     I reached out with both hands, grabbed her denim-clad hips, leaned 
forward and bit lightly on her right cheek. Very lightly, since the denim was 
tight and her ass flesh was tighter, leaving no excess to grip. 
     Angie squealed and shivered slightly, so I bit the other butt-cheek. 
     "Ooooh -- you'll never get me to stop that way!" 
     I squeezed her hips and she shivered again. 
     "Maybe the jeans are too tight," she said and I heard a click--followed 
by a zzzzzip! The jeans loosened. Then they began to slide down. 
     "What the hell -- stop it, Angie!" 
     "Uh-uh. I know what I'm doing and I know what I want." 
     Jeans were sliding--pink rayon was coming into view--and her voice 
suddenly softer and huskier. 
     "What do you want?" 
     "What your girlfriends get that makes them moan and scream so loud that I 
can hear them down in my bedroom." 
     Shit. I'd thought that with the window and drapes closed and the pillow 
as a muffler, the cries wouldn't be audible--certainly not all the way down 
the airshaft to the second floor bedroom of an over-sexed, pre-pubescent. 
     "And you think you're ready for this?" 
     The jeans reached the back of her thighs. There was a growing wet spot in 
the tight crotch of the tight pink panties (which had a little yellow heart on 
one side). She was certainly ready physically. 
     "You bet my ass, I'm ready," she murmured. 
     "Convince me." 
     My hands trembled as I took them off her lithe, rounded little hips. 
     "How?" 
     I knelt up straight and she turned to sit on that cute butt, staring at 
me as she skinned the jeans the rest of the way off. 
     "Go in my bedroom, get naked, lay on the bed and masturbate." 
     She frowned. 
     "What -- " 
     "I'll come in and watch you. If you're ready for this, then you sure as 
hell won't mind me seeing you rub yourself." 
     She stood slowly, knees quivering. "Promise?" 
     I nodded. She nodded back, then stepped around me, shapely young legs 
flashing inches from my eyes, and headed for my bedroom. 
     I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating what I was getting 
into. Something too young, yet obviously mature enough to know what she 
wanted. My cock, however, was contemplating only one thing and it won the 
debate. 
     Slowly, I stood and went into the bedroom. She lay atop the covers, 
naked, eyes closed, one hand moving between her rounded thighs, the other 
toying with the small mounds of her breasts and the stiff little spikes of her 
nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of her juices was rich 
in the room. 
     She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You promised..." 
     I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I stretched out next to 
her on the bed. 
     "Have you done this before?" 
     "With a boy? No." 
     "It'll hurt, the first time." 
     "No it won't. I had an accident on a bike a long time ago." 
     Her eyes unfocused and she moaned. Her hand was moving faster between her 
legs. 
     "Pleease, don't make me wait..." 
     I leaned down and kissed her soft, sweet lips. She may not have fucked 
before, but she sure as hell had done some practicing kissing. Her lips were 
demanding and her tongue was expert and she savored the kiss as much as I did. 
When I finally broke it off, I started kissing her jaw, then her ears and 
finally started working down over her soft throat and chest. 
     Her hand went to the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her little 
tits. They were unbelievably sweet and vulnerable, so small and fresh. Her 
skin was smooth and very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when she felt me 
take on into her mouth, gently sucking and then tonguing, she gasped and 
pulled my face down fiercely onto her young boob. 
     At the same time, I moved one hand down over her belly, caressing her 
stomach and hips and thighs. She was short enough that I could easily reach 
all the way down her constantly moving legs to her taut calves. When my 
fingertips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh, she gasped and 
hunched down at my hand. I evaded. 
     "C'mon, c'mon, touch me..." she moaned. "Make me get over!" 
     My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand. She had both 
hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair as my lips descended first on one 
hip, then the other. I trailed my tongue down to the unlined crease of her 
thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. The fragrance was incredible -- clean 
and rich and sweet. 
     She opened her thighs wider and tried to trap my head between them. I 
used both hands to hold them apart as I repositioned myself between her legs, 
belly down and ready for lunch. 
     There wasn't a hair on her mound and the tiny slit, though glistening, 
was pink and swollen. Her clitoris, fully engorged, protruded cleanly above 
the petite labia. 
     I blew softly across the tightly pressed lips and she gasped loudly and 
tried to drag my mouth onto her. I let her win that one--gradually. I licked 
the tip of my tongue around  and  around  the compressed lips of her fledgling 
cunt and only slowly drew the spirals in. 
     When I pressed my tongue flat against her cunt and licked slowly up, she 
began to hump at me and grunt rhythmically. When the tip of my tongue caught 
the underside of her swollen clit, she began to moan-- loudly. And when I 
flicked over her tiny trigger. She whined and came. 
      I worked my hands under butt and grabbed--and covered--one perfect cheek 
with each hand. I held her up to my mouth and let my tongue go nuts on her. 
She came again and then again, her whines getting louder and more prolonged 
and sometimes almost intelligible words. I ate her for as long as I could 
stand it. 
     There was one more step to get her completely caught up in her own lusts, 
though. I withdrew my hands from under her clenching little ass and placed one 
finger at the entrance of her cunt. Slowly, I pried open her lips and found 
the tiny opening. She was unbelievably wet, but also unbelievably tight. And 
hot. 
     As I kept licking at her, I eased my finger inside her, palm up. Her cunt 
clenched on my finger and she emitted a soft scream of pleasure as she rammed 
her hips down onto the digit. She immediately started a fucking motion, 
pausing ever few seconds to cum again--holding her self all the way down and 
contracting her cunt violently on my finger. 
     I moved the fingertip in her and put my other hand on her stomach,  just 
above her bare little pubis. I pushed down with the hand and felt the swollen, 
pulsing bundle of nerves on the upper part of her vagina with the inserted 
finger -- and began massaging. 
     "Oh shit!" she screamed and then she really  began cumming. Spasms of 
pleasure wracked her small body. Her scream was suddenly muffled--she had 
grabbed a pillow for the purpose--but intensified in strength and tone as I 
continued to massage and lick her swollen clitoris. Her belly muscles rippled 
and her cunt spasmed wildly, milking the finger, as she came. 
     I kept it up for a few more minutes and she never so much as paused in 
her orgasms. When I finally withdrew the finger and stopped the oral 
ministrations, she lay tensed and still cumming on the bed. After a few 
seconds, she calmed to an occasional shudder of pleasure and limply pushed the 
pillow off her face. Her eyes were wet and her cheeks were damp. There was a 
small spot of blood on her lower lip where she had bitten it. 
     She managed to focus her open, crazed eyes on me as I knelt between her 
legs. Her lips moved, but no words came out at first. She swallowed loudly and 
finally whispered, "I never imagined I could get over like that!  I feel like 
it's still happening!"  She sounded amazed.  "How did you learn to do that?" 
     "Extensive research and all the practice I could get. Ready for part 
two?" 
     I shuffled forward on my knees between her shaking thighs, old Mr. Pecker 
leading the way. 
     "I don't want to get pregnant..." she whispered. 
     "Vasectomy." 
     "Relax, Angie; do you really think I'd take a chance?" 
     She shook her head slightly. "No, it's just last-minute jitters." 
     I reached down to slide one finger over her pussy and she shook again. 
     "Get in me, please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs opening and 
raising toward me. 
      I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable little slit and 
was suddenly beset with doubts. She was so small!  Even my average-size cock 
looked too big for her labia, let alone the tiny opening I knew was inside. 
     But as soon as the knob was against her, she began swiveling those narrow 
hips, with their meager traces of lingering baby-fat, trying to screw her cunt 
onto my dick. Her legs went around my waist and she started humping herself up 
at me. 
     I worked my glans into the grip of her tiny pussy lips, the put my hand 
under tautly upturned little ass. I pressed into her gently, rotating my hips 
to find the angle and the opening. 
     Suddenly, she groaned out an "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" and pulled at me fiercely. 
I took this as a hint and pressed harder and felt an unreal constriction begin 
at the head of my cock. Bit by tortuous bit, I was sliding into her, the tiny 
pussy hard and tight around me. The knob suddenly was all the way into the 
miniature opening and we both groaned. 
     She looked up at me and asked, "Is it all the way in?"  Then she looked 
down and saw there was plenty more.  "Oh, damn, more-more-more..."  She began 
bucking her hips up at me while her hands came up around my neck. She was 
trying to pull me into her and pull her onto me. I did my best to help. 
     Slowly, so very damned slowly, I sank into her a little more, then pulled 
back and pushed again. I saw her tiny, swollen pussy  lips stretched thin 
around my shaft. Her cunt lips seemed to implode each time I pressed into her. 
She seemed to be loosening inside, but not a hell of a lot. 
     When three-quarters of my dick was buried in her, I pulled back almost 
all the way--and pounded into her as hard as I could. Once. It must have taken 
fifteen seconds, but I finally got all the way into her. I felt something 
inside her lurch against the end of my constricted cock and she gasped as her 
pussy was pushed deep enough to take all of me. I felt her petite pubis 
against the bony ring at the base of my cock and I ground against her -- and 
then felt her cunt begin spasming. 
     It was like rings of muscle rippling the length of my dick. It felt like 
her cunt was sucking at me. I knew I wasn't going to last long in this little 
twat's grip. I began working my dick back and forth in her taking it out 
halfway, then pressing back in and tightening my muscles to make my dick 
twitch inside her at its deepest. 
     Slowly, she began rocking in motion with me and then she started rock-ing 
and rolling, her hips pumping demandingly. The moans began again and quickly 
became soft screams. I handed her the pillow and  she clutched it to her face 
and started wailing again. 
     "I want to get really deep in you, Angie," I said as I pumped her.  
"Really deep." 
     She howled into the pillow. 
     I paused and untangled her legs. With my dick locked halfway into her, I 
shifted her legs and repositioned her on her side, with me straddling one 
small thigh. I pulled her other up till her thighs was against her stomach. I 
could feel her tighten and shorten on my cock. I reached between her legs with 
one hand and put my palm over that magic spot just above her pubis. With the 
other hand, I pressed her cheeks, right over her tiny anus. Then I picked her 
up in my hands and began ramming. 
     Her screams this time were purely animal as she came and came. I was 
holding her off the bed and fucking her up and down on my cock as I jack-
hammered my hips at her. Her legs and arms were completely limp and whenever 
she paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear her tiny pussy sucking at 
my pistoning cock. She was cumming non-stop, now, completely possessed by 
orgasm, and when I finally slipped the tip of my index finger into her little 
asshole, she lost it. Her limp arms and legs quivered uncontrollably and her 
cunt seemed to be in one, long spasm. I could feel the contractions through 
her belly, as well as on my cock and the butt-reaming finger. 
     My balls tightened and the buzz spread through my crotch. My dick swelled 
in her and I jammed it to the limits and held it there. Her tightness squeezed 
me so much that I came in one prolonged, almost agonizingly restricted stream. 
She screamed all the louder and tried to hunch herself harder against me, as 
if to seal me inside her frantic pussy. It felt like she was siphoning the cum 
out of me, and  the admixture of her juices and my hot semen was bathing my  
cock  in sensations I'd never known before. 
     When the last of it was out of my cock, she was still grinding against 
me, getting the last pleasures as my dick very, very slowly receded inside 
her. I lowered her hips gently to the  now-rumpled bedcovers and slowly 
withdrew my finger from her newly violated back door. I removed the pillow and 
carefully shifted until she was stretched out on her side, in the cradle of my 
arms. We nestled like spoons, my cock still trapped in her twitching little 
pussy. I leaned over and kissed her ear and the side of her face. Her cheeks 
were wet and she was sobbing. With each sob, her cunt contracted on me and her 
belly rippled under the hand cradling it; I knew they were sobs of pleasure. 
     "You're so beautiful and sexy," I murmured. "And you made me feel 
fantastic. That was so beautiful, feeling you cumming like that. I love it." 
     "I never knew..." she began. "I feel totally wasted, yet, still like, 
buzzed, you know? Is it -- do you always make it feel so good all those ways?" 
     "I try, baby, I try. And there are a lot more ways." 
     "Yeah, and I want 'em all." 
     "With you on top of me and sucking each other at the same time --" 
     "I want to learn how to do that with my mouth, make you feel good." 
     "Sounds good to me. And there's other openings, too." 
     "I never knew it could feel so good to have something in my ass!  Won't 
it hurt to have a dick up there?" 
     "It shouldn't, if we do it slowly, and carefully, and gently --would you 
like that?" 
     "I want to try it. Would you like it?" 
     My cock lurched inside her at the thought. She clenched down on me and 
giggled softly.  "Yeah, I guess you would..." 
     "But right now, we cuddle. And then we finish your paper." 
     "Oh, I finished it Tuesday -- when I knew my folks would be away this 
weekend and your girlfriend would still be out of town." 
     "You planned this? Like that?" 
     She turned her bright, womanly, lovely 12-year-old face to me and smiled 
hazily. "What do you think, lover?" 
     I kissed her and we softly dozed off together, wrapped up in each other's 
arms and closeness. 
     When I woke, the light was already softening; evening was hurrying. I 
knew exactly where I was and who I was holding and I was starting to have 
second thoughts about this whole situation. I was, after all, laying in my bed 
with my (re-stiffening) cock buried in a 12-year-old. She was still nestled, 
spoon-style in my arms and one horny hand was cupping her small, left tit. The 
other arm held her from beneath. 
     I  looked at her face in profile and realized just how beautiful she 
really was -- and how young. Not a young woman--somehow, child-like. Her face 
was so inno-cent in repose! Yet I couldn't feel like a defiler. She'd enjoyed-
-no, she'd craved and enjoyed--what she'd done with me, and she slept the 
sleep of satiation. 
     Something in the way her incredibly long, thick lashes slumbered against 
the lingering baby-fat of her cheek made her seem more vulnerable than any 
human could possibly be. Twelve. I tried to remember what my mindset had been 
in my twelfth year. Twelve. Innocent. Whacking off in the bathroom to Miss 
November. Drooling over Carol's knobs. That's what we called them. Copping a 
feel on the back of the arm by brushing against a girl's boob--that was our 
idea of sexuality at twelve. 
    As I stared at her, she stirred, lusciously, in my arms. Her eyes were 
briefly unfocused, then her gaze betrayed uncertainty--but never fear. Here I 
was, almost three decades older than her, my history- ignorant cock locked 
inside her, and she was still trusting. 
     "Hi," she whispered. 
     "Howdya feel?" 
     "Exhausted, wonderful, happy, safe...loved?" 
     I kissed the nearest eyelid.  "In a very real way, but not in the let's-
get-married-way." 
     She laughed lightly.  "No kidding."  The eyes de-focused for a moment, 
then: "It feels good having you still inside me."  She pulled the boob-cupping 
hand close, then ducked her innocent face down and kissed it.  "I used to... 
masturbate imagining what it would be like. You know what my favorite part of 
the fantasy was?" 
     "Waking up, cuddled." 
     "Cuddled," she confirmed, snuggling herself deeper into the cradle of my 
arms.  "Is it always like this?" 
     "It should be." 
     She hugged me inside her. "I want to do this again -- lots!" 
     "But it will never be the same as the first time." 
     She pondered that,  After waiting and dreaming and thinking about it for 
so long... No. Never the same. Wanna hear something funny?" 
     "You're hungry?" 
     "How'd you guess?" 
     "I am, too?" I nibbled lightly on her shoulder. Her nipple, already 
hardening, was suddenly rigid in my palm and her cunt squeezed me. 
     "You feel so big and hard inside me...and getting bigger and harder." 	Her 
breathing was becoming very shallow and her eyes half-closed. 
     I moved my hips a little, pushing my dick deeper into her tight little 
pussy. She sighed deeply and shivered slightly in my arms. When I slowly 
pulled back, the tight fit created a suction. I slid my hand down lower and 
lightly rubbed her clit and she began grunting and shaking and rolling her 
lithe, young hips around. 
     I rolled her onto her stomach. She arched her taut, round young ass up at 
me, maintaining her pussy-lock on me. I was on all four's above her, my thighs 
outside hers, my elbows outside her shoulders--keeping my weight completely 
off her. I began pumping slowly in and out of her--and then suddenly drove 
into her as deeply as I could. With her legs together as they were, her narrow 
cunt was even tighter.  When she came, it tightened still more and seemed bent 
on milking my cock. She was tossing her head from side to side on her neck, 
her hair flying as she sobbed into the pillow and pushed her little ass up all 
the  more urgently. 
     Suddenly, I pulled out of her. She was still cumming as I rolled her onto 
her back. I took her ankles in my hands and raised and parted her legs. Her 
eyes were crazed and her lovely face was contorted with pleasure. Her nipples 
looked ready to burst, they were so swollen. I shifted my grip lower and 
rolled her back onto her shoulders, then jacked both hands under her. I 
dropped flat on the bed with my face between her upturned legs and fastened my 
mouth on her still-quivering pussy. 
     As soon as my tongue hit her hugely engorged clitoris, she let loose a 
shrill whine. Her juicy pussy clenched so tightly that she began to expel the 
brew of our mutual sauces right into my mouth--not exactly spurts, but a 
steady oozing. Her cunt wine was so delicious that I just wanted to drink her 
dry. If she could ever run dry. 
     Her climax was so strong that I didn't even mind the interruption of her 
vice-like little cunt on my achingly hard dick. This was just too tasty to 
pass up--not to mention that she was cumming so hard, it was very possible I 
was going to shoot off out of sympathy, sort of a "contact cum," I guess. 
     After a few minutes of this, I could tell from her movements that it was 
becom-ing a bit uncomfortable to be rolled into a 12-year-old ball of orgasm. 
I lowered her tiny ass to the bed and crawled up to hold her again. She 
shivered as if she were cold and jerked against me, abrupt half-doubling-up 
movements. One of these brought her thighs against my cock and her eyes 
widened slightly. 
     "You didn't get over," she breathed. Her voice was raspy. 
     "Not yet. There's time for that. I wanted to enjoy making you cum like 
that-- " 
     "I want to make you cum, too, with my mouth," she clutched me and began 
kissing my chest and shoulders. 
     "You might not like the taste of your juices mixed with mine." 
     "You didn't mind -- " 
     I was about to tell her how much I enjoyed it but she was too quick for 
me. She reached down, sank a finger into her cunt--hissing softly at the 
penetration--and then put the sticky, slippery finger into her mouth. I almost 
came at the sight of this lovely pre-teen sucking a finger covered with my cum 
and her pussy sauce into those soft, full lips. 
     "Tastes...kind of sharp and sweet." She smiled at me seductively and did 
a decent job of it, too. "I could get to like it." 
     She pushed at my shoulder till I got the message and rolled onto my back. 
The dick stuck almost straight up, throbbing in time with my pulse. And 
anticipation, no doubt. 
     She slithered down over me. We were both pretty well coated with 
perspira-tion and other Slippery Excretions. The sensation of her lithe, 
tautly curved, fresh young body sliding over me was exquisite. So were the 
little kisses and the way she swiped with her tongue. 
     She positioned herself straddling my right leg with her face at dick 
level. I suggested she turn around so we could do each other. 
     "Another time." She kissed my thigh, right near the crease. "I want to 
concen-trate my first time doing this. What should I do?"  She gripped the base 
of my dick with her small hand and squeezed. I groaned.  She knew it was 
pleasure. She smiled and tossed her hair back with a move of her head. 
     "Kiss and lick it," I managed to breath. "And whenever you're ready, just 
kind of slip it into you mouth--suck it the way you would suck in a piece of 
spaghetti." 
      Then she turned her head, leaned forward and kissed the side of my cock. 
She did it again and again, moving up and down the length. She tried 
variations, lett-ing the tip of her tongue part her lips and twirl lightly 
against my dick, and or doing little lip-nibbles along the underside. 
     I could feel her juice running out of her pussy, onto my leg. I could 
feel one nipple spiking into my thigh. I knew she was as excited by this as I 
was. Well, maybe not as excited, but it was certainly turning her on. 
     I asked anyhow. 
     "I like how hard and hot it feels and I really like the way it kind of 
jumps and jerks when I make it feel good." 
     Then she raised her head and kissed my glans. Her lips opened slightly 
and her tongue began moving slowly on the sensitive flesh. Her eyelids were 
slowly closing and her little ass moved as she shifted her hips, restless. She 
very, very slowly pushed more of it into her mouth, sucking very hard all the 
way. I felt like my balls were going to melt or explode or shatter. She took 
about three inches before she reached her limit, then slowly sucked her way 
back off. She let the knob come out of her mouth with an audible "pop" before 
looking up at me. 
     Her face was a study in lust. 
     "Am I doing good?" 
     I reached down and caressed her face. She turned her mouth to kiss my 
palm, then looked back into my eyes. 
     "Angie," I said, and was surprised at how rusty my voice sounded. "take 
this as it is meant--you may be the best, sweetest, natural-born cock-sucker 
in history. Are you sure you never did this before?" 
     She smiled. "I'd probably have noticed." 
     "Enjoying it?" 
     Her eyes slowly closed and then reopened, halfway.  "I love it. I wish I 
could swallow it all." 
     My dick throbbed at that. 
     "Don't even try it yet. You'll gag." 
     "I know." She seemed to resent it. She leaned forward and I watched her 
lick the tip of my dick. I almost screamed at the sensation. 
     She said, "When you get ov-- when you cum, what should I do? I mean, I 
hear it's better if I keep it in my mouth, but should I just suck, or suck up 
and down or jerk on you or what?" 
     "Anything, everything. Whatever you like. It'll feel great to me." 
     She smiled again.  "I wanna suck you dry," she murmured and returned her 
mouth to my cock. 	She did what she'd done before, but this time she didn't 
release my dick on the upstroke. Instead, she suddenly began bobbing her head, 
sucking furiously and noisily. Then she slowed the movements. Then she lip-
nibbled my glans and all around the little scar tissue left over from 
circumcision. Then she returned to the rapid bobbing-suck, this time moving 
her head around into different angles. 
     When she reached up with one hand to lightly cup my balls, it was Game 
Time. 
     "Oh, geez, yeah, I'm --- AAAhhhh!" Or something intelligent like that. 
     As soon as she heard me and felt my cock swelling, Angie took me to her 
limit again. Her lips tightened and I could see her baby-fat cheeks concave as 
she sucked, literally sucked, the cum out of my cock. 
     I thought my entire genital area had melted. I felt an incredibly 
wonderful numbness spreading in my balls as the first long spurt surged into 
her mouth. I was totally limp otherwise, incapable of movement. 
     Then she swallowed noisily and sucked for more. She got it. The second 
shot was even stronger than the first and the pleasure was more intense. I 
swear, my balls were jerking so tightly I thought they were going to burrow 
into my abdo-men. Then she swallowed again and sucked for still more. 
     There was more. I fired again and thought I could hear her making an 
"Mmm" noise as I flooded her little mouth. With the hand on my dick she jerked 
down toward my abdomen, hard and demanding. She swallowed and kept sucking and 
jerking. I must have shot off four or five more times, with diminishing 
quantity, before she finally got the last of it. My cock was softening in her 
mouth and she used it as an opportunity to get more cock in her mouth. She 
used her tongue to dandle it, flipping my dick back and around -- and still 
sucking. 
     I felt as if I had never cum before in my life. It was like that first 
great orgasm, totally overwhelming. I was still buzzing from the pleasure when 
I managed to mumble, "C'mere." 
     She slithered quickly back up to me. She looked a little unsure at first, 
but then pressed her spermy lips to mine. I pulled her tighter to me and we 
kissed wetly and passionately. I could feel  her  torso undulating against me 
and ran my hand down her slim back, over the precious narrowness of her hips, 
across the impossibly hard, tiny mounds of her ass and let Badfinger rest on 
her cunt. I reached a little farther and found her clit and Bang! -- just like 
that, she came, writhing as she kissed me. 
     When she finally relented and nuzzled into my neck, she whispered, "I did 
pretty good, huh?" 
     "Honey, I don't think I've ever been sucked better. That was one of the 
best orgasms of my life. And you know what made it even better?" 
     "Um-um," she um-umed into my neck. 
     "I could tell you were enjoying it." 
     She pulled her head back and looked at me. "I really did. I liked feeling 
you move, so hard and thick and all in my mouth and the way you swelled up 
even more and then I could tell how good it felt for you when I was sucking 
you down and the way your stuff just fired into my mouth--oooo!" 
     I wondered if she was going to cum again. 
     "How'd you like the taste?" 
     She made a face. "That, I'm not crazy about. Or really, the..." 
     "Consistency?" 
     She brightened. "Yeah! If it was thicker or thinner, but in between..."  
Then she looked worried. "I don't mean to  hurt  your feelings!" 
     "Don't worry about it." 
     "Really, the taste wasn't bad, just kinda salty, though." 
     "When a guy cums a couple of times in a row, the first one is going to be 
thicker." 
     "Oh, yeah?" And I could almost hear her turning that one over in her 
head: So, the next time, suck him off first, and then fuck him. 
     She snuggled down against me again, then suddenly bobbed up.  "And it made 
me so hot! I wish we could do it again right away, you know, you inside me." 
     "I need a little recovery time." 
     "Me, too." She snuggled down again, then the head came right back up. 	
"You know Leslie, my friend, the really pretty blonde?" 
     "Just to say hello; I know who she is." 	And who she was. Leslie was this 
cute, slender 13-year-old who, in the last six months, had either been taking 
Huge Tit pills or who had divided a melon and had the halves grafted to her 
chest. 
     "Well, Leslie, you know, does it with her boyfriend and the way she 
talks, it's like this chore you have to do to get a boyfriend who has a car. 
Hell, this is fun!" 
     "I like to hope so." 
     "I should tell her what it's like to make it with a man, not a kid and 
she'd -- " 
     "Cripes, Angie, don't even think about it. Do you have any idea what 
would happen to me?" 
     "You'd get in trouble, right?" 
     "I'd be killed." 
     She frowned. 
     "You are twelve years old. I would go to jail for statutory rape, at 
best. I'd be known as a baby-rape. I'd be killed by the other convicts. Angie, 
you can kill me-- if you tell anyone." suddenly began bobbing her head, 
sucking furiously and noisily. Then she slowed the movements.  "I'm trusting 
you, which I don't do much, and I'm trusting you with my life, which I pretty 
much never do. Yes, I damn well mean it." 
     She kissed my face, all over, dozens of times, and whispered, "I'd never, 
ever, do anything that would even take the littlest chance of hurting you in 
the smallest way. Never." 
     I hugged her to me, because she'd said what I already knew. We cuddled 
like that, all entangled, for a long time. After a little of it, I felt her 
breath slow and her little body relax and fit itself to mine. I was lightly 
caressing her and marveling at her loveliness and tiny perfection, when I 
dozed off, too. 
     But not for long.  She shifted carefully but it was enough to wake me from 
my light doze.  "I'm kind of hungry...still." 
     "Oh...sure." I took a deep breath and disentangled myself from her. I sat 
up and she climbed to her knees and hugged me from behind. I could feel her 
small, hard breasts against my back. When she released me, I turned and gave 
her little kiss and slipped my arm around her for a light hug.  "I've got to 
get you something to wear," I told her.  I opened a dresser drawer and handed 
her a long, tank-top tee-shirt. It was a bit large on me; I figured it would 
be adequate for her. 
     "I'm all gooey and sticky," she said. "Can I take a shower?" 
     "Sure." 
     She scampered off the bed, gave me a peck on the lips and half- skipped 
out of the bedroom, leaving me with just an impression of hard, dimpled little 
butt-cheeks and bounceless young tits. Seconds later, I heard the shower 
running. 
     The shower stopped and I heard a toothbrush in use, followed by gargling. 
She appeared just as I laid out the paper napkins. 
     I'd been right about the tank-top. The t-shirt fell below her knees and 
the neckline was so low on her that I could almost see her nipples. The rest 
of her torso was completely hidden in the voluminous folds. With her freshly 
scrubbed face glowing and her hair pulled back into a cascading semi-ponytail, 
she managed to look about nine years old. 
     Had I really just fucked, licked and been sucked by this kid? I began to 
doubt my own sanity. 
     Then she came over, wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed herself 
against me. All those tight little curves moved against me and I felt my cock 
hard-ening. So did she. She tilted her head back and I looked down into that 
lovely young face and saw an ad for Lust, Inc. 
     "Still hungry?" I asked. 
     The eyes opened. The smile came on. "Yeah!" 
     I turned her away from my, to face the buffet. "Help yourself." 
     She took a bite and scooped out some salad. She took another bite and a 
pair of pickles appeared on the sandwich plate. 
     "Soda and milk and juice in the refrigerator." 
     "Um-hm." Another bite; the sandwich was half-gone. While she brought out 
the ginger ale.  By the time she'd poured the ginger ale into a glass, her 
sandwich was history. I scooted out of the way while she assembled a second 
one. We loaded up a serving tray and I was surprised that her sandwich 
survived the trip to the book-strewn living room. I was also surprised that my 
self-control survived the trip. She was still damp from the shower and the T-
shirt was clinging to her ripe little peach of an ass as she preceded me 
through the apartment. 
     She chattered as she devoured the rest of her sandwich. About school, her 
friends etc. She was on her school's gymnastics team. She wanted to try out 
for cheerleading. And during all this, she was wiping out her salad and her 
pickles. 
     I'd almost forgotten how much energy a healthy twelve-year-old can have. 
Frightening. 
     She shifted on the couch so her legs were curled and hidden inside the 
tank-top. Then she shifted and sat sideways, legs stretched out on the 
cushions. Two minutes later, she was sitting forward on the edge of the couch. 
Another two min-utes and she was sprawled face-down on the couch. 
     Which again revealed the now-damp tee-shirt clinging to  her upthrust 
little buns. I had just finished my salad and was leaning forward from my 
reading chair, which is at a right angle to the couch, to put the plate on the 
cocktail table. 
     "Is that all you're going to eat?" 
     I leaned back in my chair. "Angie, tell me a secret." 
     She shrugged. "Sure." 
     "Where did you put all that food? I could barely finish mine and I weigh 
almost 200 pounds. You went through twice as much food--in half the time, I 
would note -- and you weigh...What?" 
     "Seventy-one pounds." She grinned. "I guess I just burn up the calories!" 
	Her eyes went to my crotch, where the sight of her sprawled on the couch had 
caused an outstanding reaction.  "Hmmmm -- and I'm still a little hungry." She 
licked her lips for effect. 
     It was effective. 
     "Wanna go back in the bedroom?" 
     "Angie..." 
     "C'mon." She started to get up off the couch. The neck of the tank-top 
dipped and her nipples, hard and inviting, came into view.  "C'mon, I'm already 
getting wet again." 
     "I want to rinse off in the shower, first." 
     She was pulling the t-shirt over her head while she still sat on the 
couch. Of course, the shutters were wide open. 
     "Angie! People will see you from across the street." 
     "Guess you better hurry with that shower," she said, pinching one fine 
little nipple and rubbing her thighs together. 
     "Angie!" 
     "Watch this."  She rolled sideways, lay back full-length on the couch and 
then did a slow-motion sit-up. When she stopped, her forehead was on her knees. 
She parted her legs, reached between with both arms and grabbed her calves. 
Then she rolled onto her back, hooked her elbows behind her knees and balanced 
on her butt, rocking. Right below her pretty face was her lovely, hairless 
pussy, all glistening and pink. Below that was her tightly stretched ass 
cheeks and between them, the tiny pink pin-hole of her anus. 
     "Give you any ideas?" Then she giggled. 
     I was across the three feet to the couch in about three-fifths of a 
second. I bent and planted a kiss on her mouth, then a long slow lick on her 
nearby lower lips and then lightly tongued her asshole. 
     "Oh, yeahhhhh...." 
     "Shower." I hurried out of the room as I heard her groan. I was in and 
out of that shower in less than five minutes. I ran to the bedroom. 
     Empty. 
     "Oh, shit," I said to my own clever self. I grabbed my bathrobe and 
pulled it on as I hurried to the living room. 
     Sure enough--Angie was still in her contortionist's position, and her 
fingers were dancing all over her cunt and clit. Her eyes were closed and her 
mouth was open as she worked at her slick, shiny little pussy. 
     I closed the shutters as fast as I could manage. 
     "C'mon, c'mon, do me," she was breathing, softly panting the words, as 
she did herself.  I worked my hands under her back, grabbed her little ass and 
lifted her into my arms, with her head against my shoulder.  Cradling her 
against me that way, I carried her curled-up, 75 pound frame to the bedroom 
and lowered her to the bed. Then I lowered my lips to her pussy.
     "Yeah!"  "Yes! YES!" she yelped as my tongue hit her clit. She unfolded 
and shook as she came. I was still standing at the foot of the bed, bent over 
her with my cock wav-ing above her face as I bent to her savory pussy. The 
backs of her thighs were rest-ing against the backs of my arms. I shifted to 
let her flop her lovely legs on the bed, spread. With one hand under her and 
bracing myself on the other, I pulled her ass up off the bed, keeping my mouth 
on her delicious little quim. She reached up to grab my dick and squeeze it, 
then arched her head back. She couldn't quite reach it. 
     Shrugging off the robe, I crawled up on the bed. I took her narrow little 
hips in my hands and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. The scream-
muffling pillow from our earlier sport was against  my shoulder. I wedged it 
beneath my shoulders so I could rest comfortably, my head partially raised. I 
pulled her cunt back down onto my mouth and resumed my dessert. I slid my 
hands up to her waist--which I could very nearly encircle--and then to her 
breasts. Firm and smooth, they barely filled my palms. I caught her nipples 
lightly in my fingers as I continued licking her cunt and clit and she groaned 
like she  was possessed and mashed her cunt down on me. Her juices were 
flowing abundantly, again. 
     I let her lower her upper body on trembling arms and felt her hair touch 
my thigh. Then I felt her gobble my cock. She had her head turned to one side, 
laying on my abdomen, and she was just sucking away like a nursing baby. 
     I did the same to her little clit, occasionally pausing to push my tongue 
as far as I could into the tiny opening of her cunt. She was so hot by this 
point that she just lay there, sucking me at one end, and pulsing into an 
orgasm every half-minute or so at the other end. 
     The flow of her juices never slowed and it gave me an idea. Reaching  
round the outsides of her thighs with both hands, I let my fingers do the 
walking over her taut, tiny ass. My fingertips lightly grazed in the crevice 
of those hard little cheeks, then continued farther, between her thighs. I 
slowly sank my right index finger into her cunt. She gripped it inside 
fiercely, then stiffened and shook through another orgasm, pausing in her 
sucking only long enough to try to scream around my cock.  I withdrew the 
invader and then sent the index finger of my left hand inside her--with the 
same reaction. But I kept it there, moving it in and out in time to my licking 
and lip-nibbling on her cunt and her prodigiously swollen clitoris. Then I 
moved my well-slicked right index finger back up to her asshole. 
     She tensed slightly when she felt it pressing there, but when her next 
orgasm struck and then passed, I pushed it slowly inside, to the first 
knuckle. I could feel my other finger working in her tight cunt--barely. Her 
ass was so tight that the circulation in my finger was being restricted. 
     I pushed it in a little more and she seemed to loosen up a bit--and then 
she was rotating her youthful hips. I began working both fingers in and out of 
her twin openings, syncopated so that as one went in, the other came out. Each 
time, she took more and more of my finger into her small asshole. 
     When it was in all the way to the palm, she suddenly tensed all over. I 
could feel her yowling on my cock as she came. Her asshole clenched in time 
with her cunt. I pushed the cunt reaming finger in all the way, too-- but 
without withdraw-ing my other finger from her ass. 
     She came like a woman having a fit, writhing and humping and bucking and 
growling. She abruptly redoubled her sucking on my cock, vacuuming it as if to 
vent all the sensations she was feeling. Despite my two earlier cums, the 
combina-tion of her flavors, the feeling of her now nearly constant orgasms on 
my finger and the feel of her mouth around my dick were threatening to set me 
off again. 
     I pulled my fingers slowly out of her and leaned up to lick first her 
cunt, then her asshole. She shook all over. I pulled her off me and quickly 
turned her to straddle me. Her expression was crazed as I lowered her 
trembling hips over my cock. She could barely hold herself upright. For what I 
had in mind, that was okay. 
     She managed to wedge her tiny, flowing cunt open against the tip of my 
cock and held my dick in place until it was lodged there. Then her arms hung 
limp as I lowered her onto my dick. 
     At first I didn't think it was going to fit. She was still spasming and 
the fear-some constrictions seemed incessant. Finally I pulled her hips down a 
little and my cockhead was going back into that velvet vise of hers. She 
groaned, a low sound from deep in her throat, and sank slowly onto my prick. I 
let her fall gently forward onto me. 
     She seemed to have no strength anywhere but inside. Her hips barely 
moved, but her cunt muscles kept fluttering on me as her head came to rest on 
my chest. I manipulated her legs till she was crouched on her knees on top of 
me. Then I grabbed her little hips and began pumping her up and down on my 
cock, using just the strength of my arms. 
     She made hardly any sound at all now -- if you didn't count the rasp of 
her breath through her nose and the little grunts of pleasure each time she 
did a round-trip on my dick. But I knew she was cumming all the time because 
of the way her pussy was clenching on me. 
     My arms gave out pretty quickly, but the effort had brought me back from 
the brink of ejaculation, as I'd hoped, despite the sensation of her pre-teen 
quim sucking hotly on my cock. I rolled her onto her back, turning with her to 
keep my rigid prick inside her. Her arms, limp, fell wide apart to either side 
of her. 
     I looked down as I began slowly pumping her again. Her face was slack, 
except for occasional tightenings that matched the movements of her pussy on 
me. Her nipples were swollen like the tips of Hershey's Chocolate Kisses I 
looked lower, to where her up-tilted hips were caught in my grip. When I 
pressed into her, I could see her abdomen bulge, and watched  the rippling of 
her firm muscles as she clenched down on me and came. 
     My dick was soaking wet and looked monstrous sliding in and out of those 
hairless, pubescent pubes. Her cunt lips were stretched around my shaft and 
seemed to be coating my cock. Her clit was clearly visible, protruding above 
her stretched-thin cunt lips like a little beacon. 
     I lifted her right leg high and turned her as if she were spitted on my 
cock. She lay limp, hips rolling gracefully, as I turned her over the rest of 
the way onto her belly. Lifting her hips with one hand, I stuffed the pillow 
under her. I lowered myself slowly, nearly covering her, letting my weight 
drive my cock into her upturned pussy until I felt her hard little ass against 
my abdomen and my knees outside of hers. 
     Moving only my hips, I began thrusting in and out of her, long, slow, 
loving strokes that changed in angle and speed just enough to keep hitting her 
from new directions. She began to moan again, loudly, with each push, but she 
seemed only to have enough strength to press her hips up at me to meet me. I 
bent as much as I could to kiss her under her right ear. 
     "Feel good, baby?" 
     Her eyes opened just a slit. I don't think she could see me.  "I just 
can't stop cumming," she whispered, barely audible. "It just doesn't stop..." 
She sounded as if she were a long way off. 
     "I want to get in your ass now, okay?"  
     "Anything, anything, just keep fucking me..." 
     Without interrupting my rhythm, I reached to the dresser and found the 
tube of lubricant. I levered my upper body upright, pulling my knees up 
alongside and outside of her hips. I kept pumping her, slowly, as I broke the 
seal on the tube and squirted some of the gel onto my fingers.  I reached down 
and pushed the tip of one finger into her ass and felt her cunt get crazy on 
my now motionless cock. 
     I worked the finger farther into her. She pushed her ass up, taking it 
slowly--but without pause. The pressure on my cock was becoming unbearable. I 
began moving the finger in and out of her ass as I slowly withdrew my prick 
from her cunt. It came out with a loud smacking sound and bobbed angrily above 
her butt. She was still rolling her ass up and around on the invading finger 
while I squirted a big doze of  the lubricant all over my dick. Even the 
coolness of the gel couldn't chill my lust as I took my finger from her butt. 
     I looked down at her ass. It could have been an apple with a narrow 
cleft, it was so small and round and hard. I put the head of my cock against 
her tiny ass-hole and began pushing. Angie moaned loudly and pulled her arms 
in under her chest, her hands on her shoulders. 

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