Angela by Friar Dave



Angela


(Copyright, Friar Dave, 1991)

Part One

She was nine when I moved in, a spidery little kid, all gawky and selfconscious 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 apartment building was one reason I took the place.

The trouble started three years later.

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"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 okay. 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 Library Wall 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."

(I was listening to the recording on my answering machine on Thursday night.)

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 on volcanology -- it fascinated me when I was in my twenties -- as well as the encyclopedia (Britannica).

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.

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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 a bowl-and-a-half of Borkum Riff. This is as awake as I should ever *have* to be at ten after noon 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 HUGE oversized sweatshirt and spray-on Gitanos. I note -- not being dead -- that she has a very cute and sexy and well-formed butt inside that denim and tell myself that somewhere out there in Brooklyn, Queens or the rest of the Tri-State Metropolitan Area, 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 genuine pleasure at her use of the books and pointed to the living room, which is where the Library Wall lives and lived. For myself, I planned to finish that second pipe bowl and drink more coffee. Lot's of More Coffee. (This is a prescribed response to going out for "a couple" of beers with journalist-friends on Friday night.) I suggested she open the windows wide, if she liked, since it was a typical Weird April and the temperature was already near 75 degrees, and the smell of the pipe might bother her.

"Oh, I really like the way it smells!"

Which is one of the reasons I like kids. They think pipes are neat, usually. They are fascinated by the little rituals of the pipe -- the packing with rich, savory tobacco; the careful double-lighting; the tamping of the tobacco.

Angie started with the Brit-3 (logical) and soon had four volumes scattered on the floor. I went online and picked up some EMail packets. While I was downloading, I refilled the More Coffee Cup. 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. Very pretty face. Looking at Angie, it was easy to understand why the first Spaniards in the New World had been smitten by the Aztec women (Angie's folks are from Ecuador and Puerto Rico).

"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 in the Gitanos 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. I had several on volcanology, tectonic plates and morphology.

In the meantime, volumes of Brit-3 were scattered all over the living room floor, with a liberal leavening of pages from her notebook covered with semi-legible scrawls.

Naturally, 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 was just riffling the pages of THE HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA (about Project MoHo) for a useful explanatory section when 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 cheeks 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...well, it was instant, embarrassing boner time.

This was a KID, fer cryin' out loud!

I cleared my throat and said, "Angie, please sit on the couch or something."

"Huh?"

"Waving your butt in front of my face is a bit awkward for me." (Yes, I really do talk that. Sue me.)

Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me over her shoulder, hazel eyes bright with mischief and mirth. "What's the matter? Too hot for ya?" She wiggled for effect.

"That -- and too young. Stop it."

She arched her back and swiveled her butt still more. "You mean this?" GIggle. "Or what'll you do? Huh?"

"Or I'll take a great big bite out of your ass."

She giggled and flashed me a Dare You look and thrust her butt back at me.

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 still 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, barely pubescent preteen.

"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 released 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 into my bedroom, take off your clothes, 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. "Pleeease...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 the line of 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 one 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 abdomen 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 finally flicked over her tiny trigger. She whined and came. And she came hard, grinding her cunt down on my mouth so I could feel her pulsing.

I worked my hands under her 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, carefully, 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 rotated my hand and 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 every few seconds to cum again -- holding herself all the way down and contracting her cunt violently on my finger.

I moved the fingertip inside her and put my other hand on her abdomen, 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. Uncontrollable 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 her G-spot 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, good ol' Mr. Pecker leading the way.

"I don't want to get pregnant..." she whispered.

"Vasectomy."

"But I don't want to, you know, catch anything."

"Tested and cleared for all diseases. Relax, Angie; do you really think I'd take a chance with either?"

She shook her head slightly. "No -- it's just last-minute jitters."

I reached down to slide one finger over her tiny 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, then put my hand under her 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 rocking 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 still locked halfway into her, I shifted her legs and repositioned her on her side, with me straddling one small thigh. I pulled her other, upper knee up till her thigh was against her abdomen. 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 torso 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 nonstop 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 a single, 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 are so beautiful and sexy," I murmured. "And you made me feel fantastic. That was so beautiful, seeing and feeling you cumming like that. I love it."

"I never knew..." she began. "I feel totally wasted, but 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 that 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! Wouldn'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.


Part Two

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. 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, not kid-young -- somehow, child-like. Her face was so innocent 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. JFK's assassination was a year in the future. The Mets still played in the Polo Grounds, while Mantle and Maris were cranking out homers with awesome regularity the year after Roger took the Babe's record. Only a fortunate few had ever heard of Dr. King. Stephen King had not yet dreamed of word processors. Subway tokens cost fifteen cents. Cars had anal and dorsal fins. Porterhouse steak was 89 cents a pound. There was no crack, no AIDS, no Uzi's being toted by myopic 14-year-old kids in Bushwick. No Saddam, no Ayatollah and the Beatles hadn't hit yet. No Viet Nam. I hadn't taken a life yet.

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 by brushing the back of an arm against a girl's boob -- that was our idea of sexuality at twelve.

I looked at that vulnerable, sleeping, trusting and lusting young woman-child-girl making a sound that might have qualified as a snore if "snore" weren't such a loud, harsh word compared with her soft, sweet sound, and I suddenly understood what had provided the mysterious super- vitamins or hormones that had enabled our -- hers, mine, your -- ancestors to render extinct the the 14-foot-tall saber-toothed cave bears 10,000 years before the invention of the Winchester: I would never let anyone, anything, anywhere harm her. In any way. If the offender killed me, I would come back to go after him again. And again. As necessary. The auroch had threatened such as her; the auroch is no more.

Now, I understood.

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, more than twenty years older than her, my history- ignorant cock locked inside her, and she was still trusting.

Bring on them aurochs -- and light a candle for the suckers.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Howdyafeel?"

The eyelashes brushed the cheeks again, then fluttered butterfly- lovely up. "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, more than a giggle and less than a guffaw. "No kidding." The eyes unfocused for a moment, then: "It feels good having you still inside me." She pulled the boob-cupping hand close, then ducked her young, 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 confimred, 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?"

"Ummm...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 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 fours 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 at my cock.

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, half-covered by her totally disheveled hair, 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.

The effect was cataclysmic. As soon as my tongue hit her hugely engorged clitoris, she let loose a shrill whine so high-pitched I feared for the glassware in the house. 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 pulsating oozing. I didn't mind the taste of semen (my own, fresh, that is) but 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 in feeling her velvet-vise 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 becoming 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 kept jerking 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 just 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 ninth-grader 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 perspiration and other Slippery Excretions. The sensation of her lithe, tautly curved, 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 concentrate 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 rambunctious shake of her head.

"Kiss and lick it," I managed to breathe. "Whenever you're ready, just kind of slip it into your mouth. Suck it in the way you would suck in a piece of spaghetti."

She tinkled at that. Then: "Some piece of spaghetti!" she intoned in a false-basso voice.

Then she turned her head at an angle, leaned forward and kissed the side of my cock. She did it again and then again, moving up and down the length. She tried variations, letting the tip of her tongue part her lips and twirl lightly against my dick, and she did 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 as I was, 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. "Angie, take this as it is meant -- you may be the best, sweetest, natural-born cocksucker in history. I just came very hard in you less than an hour ago and you damn near made me cum in your mouth the first time you sucked me. 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, a cat-ate-the-canary smile. "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 --- AAAAAhhhhhh!" 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 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 that I thought they were going to burrow back into my abdomen. Then she swallowed again and sucked for still more.

There was more. I fired again and thought I could hear her making an "Mmmmm" 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, okay. But just 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 the consistency. Kind of 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 almost 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. This is fun!"

"I like to hope so."

"I should tell her what it's like to make it with a man, not some 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-raper -- inside, they call it 'short eyes.' I would be killed by the other convicts. Killed ugly. Very ugly. Angie, you can kill me -- if you tell anyone."

She looked truly concerned. "You mean it, don't you? It really scares you?"

I nodded.

"Even though I wanted you to do it? You'd still be -- "

I nodded again.

"That's nuts."

I kissed her forehead. "You are a very, very rare young woman. You are smart, poised, wise and mature beyond your years. Way beyond. And I know you're a loving and trustworthy person. And I still hesitated before coming in here to make love with you, even though I was so hot for your sexy body that my balls hurt. If you were Leslie -- "

"With her big tits."

"Yours are perfect. If you were Leslie with her big tits, I wouldn't have let her in the door. I might have loaned her the books, but I wouldn't so much as shake her hand. You're very different and very special."

She made a face. "Yeah, like if Leslie came up here and said she wanted you to, uh, fuck her brains out, you'd turn her down."

"I'd close the door in her face."

She stared at me. Then: "You really mean it."

"I'm trusting you, which I don't do much, and I'm trusting you with my life, which I never do. Yes, I damn well mean it."

She kissed my face, all over, dozens of times, and whispered, "I would 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 just 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.


Part Three

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 a 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.

I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and padded into the kitchen. While she showered, I took out the salad-keeper and some cold cuts and bread, then took down a couple of plates and bowls. I set everything out, buffet style, on the butcher-block countertop I'd put in, then added some flatware, a jar of pickles and mustard.

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 tee-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 hardening. 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 surprised me with her efficiency. She managed to assemble a ham-and-swiss-and-salami on rye with lots of mustard in a little less than a minute. 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, I quickly made a ham-and-swiss for myself and took some salad. 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 tee-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, a Menudo tour. About the two dance classes she was taking -- three times a week at an aerobic dance studio and once a week at a ballet school. 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 minutes 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 tee-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 stepped to the windows and 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 lusty, curled-up, seventy-pound frame to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. Then I lowered my lips to her pussy.

"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 waving above her face as I bent to her savory pussy. The backs of her thighs were resting 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 around 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 spastically, in time with her cunt. I pushed the cunt reaming finger in all the way, too -- but without withdrawing 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 combination 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 fearsome 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 -- dark and sharp-pointed and perfectly defined. 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 I 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 put 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 asshole and began pushing. Angie moaned loudly and pulled her arms in under her chest, her hands on her shoulders. She waggled her little ass slowly from side to side, arching in all different angles and pushing up at me.

I watched her asshole give grudging way, expanding little by little as my fat cock pried at her little bud. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever dealt with before. I could tell she was trying to relax her sphincter, because it would seem to give way, stretching -- and then suddenly it would flutter on my glans, which didn't seem to be more than a third of the way in her.

I pulled back, grabbed the tube of lubricant and put it against her ass and squeezed about half the gel on, in and around her asshole.

"'s cold," she mumbled.

I put my cock against her asshole again and pushed. She moaned again and began moving her little ass around and hunching it up at me. I felt the stricture moving back on my knob and rolled my hips at different angles until, suddenly, her ass just seemed to suck the glans into her.

"AAuuuuuuuugghhhh..." Her cry started out loud and high and trailed down soft and low, almost a continuous grunt. She lay there shivering beneath me, ass taut with the strain of holding perfectly still. Big, bright beads of sweat appeared all over her back and shoulders.

I put my face close to hers and whispered, "Honey, we can stop this if it's hurting you too much -- "

She managed to shake her head against the pillow. She was deeply flushed and her nostrils were flaring with her breathing. "Doesn't hurt ... Just feels -- scary? Yeah, something so big in there, pushing in, stretching so much. Go slow?"

I kissed the side of her mouth. "Say the word and we stop."

"Do me. Starting to feel kind of okay."

I pushed slowly down into her, by cautious fractions of an inch. Her rectum was gripping my cock like some kind of very hot vise. Her sphincters continued fluttering, but less frequently as she got the hang of relaxing. When I was about a third of the way into her, she gave a little yelp and I froze.

"E-e-easy," she half-sobbed.

I almost pulled out right then and there. This was obviously a strain for her. While I thought it over, she got impatient and moaned, "C'mon, fuck my ass!"

I resumed the reaming and when I had almost five inches of cock throbbing in her tight anal grip, she began a low growling noise that rose in pitch and volume as I sank the last inch or so into her against a strange, increasing resistance that was like an elastic pressure. When my abdomen was pressed tight against her hard little ass and my pubic hair was flattened into the shallow crevice of her butt she started panting, harder and louder -- and then tensed up and came! Her asshole closed around the base of my cock so tightly that I thought she was going to pinch it off right there. She shook beneath me.

"Ooooohhh fuuuuuu--ck!" she howled into the pillow, hips jerking.

I tried pulling back just a little and pressing into her again. Her ass had loosened just enough for me to stroke -- with effort -- and that odd last inch of resistance was still there against my knob. She grunted when I twitched still deeper in her. I stroked again, a little longer movement -- maybe two inches -- and she was pushing her baby butt up to meet my plunge. I increased the length of the next stroke and slowed the insertion and she jerked her ass up at me to take me in faster -- and then held her ass back against me, grinding for more.

"Put your hands on your little puss, baby. I want you to do that while I do you!"

She worked her hands down between her cunt and the pillow under the slender hips I was gripping and pulling a little higher. I looked down at her tiny butt pressed against me. I could see where my thick, rude dick disappeared into her fearsomely stretched little asshole and spread her cheeks for a better look. My hands almost covered her round young ass. I squeezed that sweet flesh and pulled out till only my glans was still trapped by her spasming sphincters, then slid slowly allllll the way back into her steamy depths. I hit bottom just as her fingers got working on her clit and she came.

She thrashed and groaned and bucked and moaned. I pulled all the way back again and thrust down into her hard enough to trap her hands under her, against the pillow.

"I -- I can't take much more!" she wailed. "I can't stop cumming -- It's scaring me to cum like this! Please, cum -- please!"

I held my hips down and flailed at her nymphet ass with short, quick strokes. Her asshole was gripping the full length of my cock, spasms running up and down over my dick and ripping away the last of my self-control.

"Cum -- in -- my -- ass! Cum -- in -- my -- ass!" she chant-grunted with each reaming, ass-boring thrust. "Now! NOW!" she demanded, and her orgasm became frightening in its totality. She contracted on me, all of her, every muscle taut and every part of her shaking. She was sucking in a long breath with a sound like heavy wool slowly tearing while her little asshole spasmed and milked at my cock.

"Damn!" I breathed and began pouring my jism into her. Her asshole was so tight about my cock that again, my spurts were restricted and turned into one, long gusher of cum that drained ever-so-slowly into her hot, receptive little ass.

And she could feel it, too, because she shrieked: "It's so fucking hot! More!"

It felt like I was cumming in her for hours, and then it stopped -- and my dick began a series of wrenching, staccato spurts into her rectum. I pulled back and drove into her again, sliding in my own cum, as well as the lubricating gel, and she screamed unintelligibly and came all the harder. Her scream went higher and softer into the pillow and then she turned all sinuous and rippling beneath me. Huge, racking heaves of her small form, driving her hips back and up at me so hard that she nearly threw me off her. Her legs began to stiffen and then this seventy-pound twelve-year-old began lifting me off the bed as she drove her ass up at my erupting cock. I slammed into her as hard as I could, driving her prone -- back down to the bed -- and loosed the last semen in my balls in her. My nuts kept jerking as if trying to force- produce more cum for my still-jerking cock.

She suddenly went limp and I felt awareness drifting while my cock finally stuttered and stopped trying to do the impossible. I had enough presence of mind -- and barely enough strength -- to wrap an arm around her and roll her onto her side with me, cradling her spoon-style against me.

My cock was still stuffed into her little ass and hadn't lost all its stiffness, by a long shot; she was so tight that her asshole wasn't letting all the erection-producing blood escape. And it was still clenching occasionally. Then I realized that even unconscious, her fingers still moved between her legs.

We lay like that for a long time. When my dick had finally shriveled enough, I began pulling it out of her. The movement reactivated something in her and she jerked within my arms, her sphincters squeezing down on my limp prick. When the glans was almost out, she squeezed again. My dick stretched out between us like we were having a tug-of-war. I pushed back toward her a little. Her ass relaxed and I pulled my cock completely out of her.

My prick was a mess; it looked like it had just been in a small, virgin asshole. I rolled carefully off the bed and staggered softly into the shower to clean myself up. I came back with a warm washcloth and a soft towel. She murmured wordlessly at my ministrations and sighed with soft, sleepy pleasure, then rolled herself contentedly into my arms, with her head on my shoulder, and promptly did a great imitation of a wet washrag, draping herself limply over me.

I lay motionless for a long time, savoring the feel of her against me, the wonderful warmth and closeness. My cock was a little sore, my balls ached and I'd rediscovered muscles during our fucking that I'd long forgotten I'd had. There were potential complications that terrified me about this whole episode -- and I felt good about it. For sheer, hedonistic pleasure, this was superb. For feeling close and warm and loving, this was great. For taking responsibility...

Now, *there* was a question.

I ran my hands over the short length of her, from her tender shoulders to the back of her knees, savoring every square inch in between. I let my fingers linger, splayed, on her little ass, covering both cheeks. I let my hands lightly gauge her waist; could it be so tiny? I concentrated on the feel of her quickening breasts pressed against me; could they really be so small and firm?

I wrapped my arms around her, tiny lover, and held her close. She murmured wordlessly against the side of my neck and shifted, legs parting, to straddle my thigh. She sighed softly in her sleep, contented. I had made love to her and she to me. Whatever might come of it, we would deal with well and honestly and -- I trusted -- with maturity.

I was worried more about my maturity than hers. I knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or should be no more than that. But I wanted it to happen again. I wondered if she wanted it to happen again. I wondered if it should happen again. Or if she thought it should ever happen again. Or if anyone else thought it should happen again.