I asked her remember when you found that max hardcore video? she said Yeah?  When you took it from me I know you were mad but I was wondering whether you watched it or did you just through it away?  She just grinned at me and said I still have it!

 What, I couldn't believe it. Do you watch it?  Ever since I caught you with it she said she had been watching porn!  

 Would you like to make some movies of each other then?  She just smiled and said....Only if you fuck and rape my hard like a naughty schoolgirl!....I stood there amazed for a long time....

 Well are you going to rape me or not?

 You've got to put on a cute little outfit on I smiled as she went upstairs...

In about five minutes I couldn't believe what I saw.  She had on cut bobby socks a plaid skirt high heels and a white blouse and she had her blonde hair in the cutest pigtails. I had forgotten how in shape she was. I really thought I was staring at a hot 15 year old!

 I instructed her to go outsided to take the dog out and I would come around back and film her.

I was so horny with expectation. This is going to be so much fun. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a big French Chef's Knife. I crept around back and there she was taking her little dog out to pee and she was bending over and talking to it in a cute little voice.

I crept up behind her and put my hand around her mouth and put the knife to her throat.  Don't scream or I will kill your little dog. "not Sugar....please I will do anything don't kill my dog"....."Please Mister!!! The sound was so sweet to my ears.

Quick lets go inside....I followed her up the back stairs to the deck and that cute but with her white thong flashing at me was so intoxicating. I locked her in...Put the dog in the other room. You do every thing I say and no one gets hurt....Yes Sir....

No first let me tell you I love to fuck cute girls like yourself....she gasped...

Do everything I say and no one gets hurt!!!

Now bend over the couch and pull down your panties.....slowly....I took off my pants and started jerking off watching this hot girl seductively pull her panties down.  She even smiled at me...

I started touching her pussy which was very wet and started probing her ass....she was so intoxicated by it all and started moaning and really getting into it....

Turn around and suck my dick you little girl!!!  But it's so big! I slapped her....Don't ask stupid questions now suck it bitch...this little girl started giving my the best blow job ever...l was almost ready to cum...

 Now bend over the couch again and spread your cute little butt cheeks... I watched and her but puckered and invited me in....I slammed my very hard dick in that tight little virgin ass...It was so tight and warm I could barely keep from cumming....She was starting to moan and really started getting into our hot assfucking...

Now turn around and suck it bitch...She turned around and I blew the biggest cumshot all over her face and it even hit her cute pigtails....She sat there and licked it like a good little girl...

I was dazed and sat there.....was this for real...was it the drugs or was my wife a teen pornstar....I was shocked by the whole thing....

She laughed and smiled....I was wondering when you would finally explode on me....

I was in utter amazement....I wonder if she will even remember this in the morning......

The spring and summer 0f 2003 passed in a haze.  I can’t remember much of that time.  I know it was bad.  It was hot and we had too many people in each tent, the MRE’s taste like shit after day 4 and you watch people who got there after you leave before you.  You get to thinking your tour will keep getting extended, or you’ll get KIA’d a day before you’re supposed to leave and it fucks with your mind.

And of course, there is no place to jack off.

Some guys hide in the porta-johns, others would climb into parked vehicles, some would do it in their sleeping bags at night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things.  I can’t smell piss and shit, or sit in a hot fucking truck or even worse, be entombed in a damn sleeping bag in 120 degree heat just to yank my cock.  So I suffered.

Around late July or early August we had a bunch of new people sent to us.  But no new tents so we had to cut our tiny living spaces in half.  My old area was now shared with some Major who seemed as gay as he was pompous.

I think that guy jacked off twice a night every night for the first week he was there.  I got sick of hearing his hand rubbing against his sleeping bag and was going to say something about it when I decided I was probably just jealous.  I’d seen the pictures of his wife and if I was him, I’d be doing the same thing.  I’d been 5 or 6 months without a single jo session.  It was hot, I was frustrated, and he was lucky to have that hot piece of ass to go home to whenever we got the hell out of here.

Inevitably, everyone gets to know each other pretty well.  You can’t help it when you sleep less than a foot away from each other.  Major T. and I were no different.  He was actually pretty cool and he’d always share his care packages with me before passing things out to everyone else.  We talked quite a bit.  What we missed most about home, what we’d be doing if we were still in the States, girls we’d fucked, where we grew up, why we joined the Army, etc.  One memorable conversation had us deciding what 3 things we wanted most at that moment.  An easy decision for me:  a blow job, 18 hours of sleep, and a Dr. Pepper.  (There was NO Dr. Pepper in Iraq until December)

He asked me one day if I had a girlfriend in country and I kinda looked at him crazy.  A lot of soldiers hook up with someone for a deployment and they spend their time sneaking off to fuck in the backs of trucks or in the shitters.  One couple was even caught in the water buffalo!  I never drank from that WB again.  With all our talk, I figure he’d know the answer by now.

 I told him no and he said he’d asked only because he’d never heard me jack off.  I instantly thought of my first impression of him being gay and the look on my face must have made him realize how he sounded.  He hurriedly went on to explain that he’d been seeing this girl and she wanted him to bring another guy along that night.  He was wondering if I’d like to go along.

I told him no thanks, I don’t dig the idea of fucking some slut even as my dick started to stir in my pants.  He kept trying to convince me and I finally asked him who it was.  I was shocked when he told me.

“Anderson, the fueler girl.  She has some friends who let her use their air-conditioned offices at night to watch movies.  I ran into her one night when she was headed over there and she invited me along.  One thing led to another and, well…” he trailed off.

I knew the girl.  Andy is what we all called her.  I’d known her before we deployed and the girl is HOT!  She’s definitely not a slut.  When she’d get off duty back home she’d put on regular clothes and you could see what the baggy uniforms hid all day.  She was really pretty, awesome figure, smart as hell, and refused every GI who asked her out.  Me included.  I had spent many nights before we left with my dick in my hand and her in my mind.

I told him how she’d shot me down before and if she had to be a slut if she wanted him to just bring any guy with him that night.

“Not just any guy.  There’s only 2 guys she’s willing to have me bring; you or that tall guy in Operations.  I forget his name.”

My dick stirred a bit more.  I felt it roll over off my leg and stiffen just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll think about it.  What time?”

“1800.  Let me know before 1600 so I can ask that other guy.”

 

At 1730 I was a wreck.  I had already showered, shaved, and found a clean pair of underwear.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat, the blood was rushing through my brain creating a sound akin to a wind tunnel, and my dick was so hard I thought maybe I should have forgotten about putting on underwear at all.

I was waiting for Major T. to show up and having a conniption.  He was late and I was starting to think he’d been playing a joke on me.  I’d kill him if he was.  I was also trying to figure out where this office was.  The airfield we lived on was pretty nice since we’d built it up over the summer, but there were less than half a dozen buildings.  Only two were of any size where there would be offices and neither seemed likely.  There was the Terminal where all the Big Wigs worked like the General and his staff, and then there was the control tower where the aviation guys worked and lived.  Where the fuck were we going?  Where the fuck was Major T.?

He eventually showed up but he was pretty late and we had to walk fast to be there on time.  He said he didn’t want to piss her off.  She could be a little pouty with him and while it was sexy as hell, it also meant he ran the risk of REALLY pissing her off.

He led me to the Terminal and my mid was swirling with questions, pent up frustration and a sudden fear that literally stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s up?  You coming or what?”

“Uh, that’s the problem, actually.”

“You didn’t just, uh, in you pants…?”

“NO! But, well, see, Anderson is really hot.”

He looked at me like I’d just been awarded my Master’s Degree in Stating the Obvious.  “No kidding,” he finally said.

“Well, it’s just that it’s been a really long time for me and she’s really hot and I was just thinking how bad it would be…,”  I broke off at the sound of his laughter.

“You’re worried you’ll shoot your load in less than 30 seconds.”  There was no malice in his voice.

“More like 10,” I said.  “Maybe I should kinda go over there,” pointing at some trees, “and, uh, prepare myself before I get inside.”

“If you really want to, but she’ll probably like it if you don’t.  Trust me.”

I was still uncertain.  I kept imaging this hot chick laughing at me when I shot my load as I was still unbuttoning my pants.  And if she laughed one of two things would happen.  I’d either not be able to get hard again, or I’d get hard and she wouldn’t want me after all.

“My first night in that office I had my pants around my ankles and she was reaching out to grab me and I shot my wad in her face before she even touched me.  She loved it!”

I was dumbfounded.  I just stood there trying to figure out what on earth this girl found arousing about something like that.  I also kept imagining her face with cum dripping down it and my cock swelled even more.  I was decided.

We entered the terminal and Major T. led me up these nice marble stairs, down a hallway that looked like it should be in a NYC crack house, through a room full of computers and to a large polished wood door.  The contrasts in this place were adding to my confusion.  This whole experience was like some fever-induced dream where you find yourself wandering around a mad house with crazy people jumping out at you and mirrors distorting your reflection so much that you forget what you look like.

“Before we go in there I want to set a couple things straight.  You cannot tell anyone about this.    Also, you’ll have to leave your weapon there,” he pointed to a weapons rack against the wall where a SAW was already locked in.  “If you need a lock there’s some on the counter there.”  I locked my weapon in and Tom passed me his.  When both were secure, I turned back to him.

“I am married and will get into a lot of trouble if anyone knows about this.  I’m also an Officer and she’s only a PFC so they’ll get me on that, too.  I’ll lose my wife and son if I get found out.  You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.  No exaggeration.  I will end your life if you jeopardize my future with my wife and son.  I’ll kill you if you tarnish his girl’s reputation.  I don’t want people thinking she’s a barracks slut because she isn’t.  If you can’t abide by this, leave now.”

“I won’t tell a soul, Sir.”

He smiled then.  “I knew I forgot something.  My name’s Tom.  As long as were here I’d prefer you to call me that.  And I’d prefer to call you by your first name, as well.”

“No problem.  I’m Jake.”

“Andy’s still Andy, by the way.  I guess even her folks call her that and always have.”

“Anything else?”

By way of answer he opened the door.  On the other side was a lavish office, even by American standards.  Never mind we were in a bombed out city in Iraq, the Land That God Forgot.  Huge mahogany desk, leather winged back chair, big flat screen TV with a stereo, marble floor with deep pile rugs, big comfy couch against one wall, and in the middle of it all, there was Andy.

She had her hair down and I realized I’d forgotten it was curly.  I’d forgotten she had a beautiful smile and cute dimples hiding under her combat façade.  She wasn’t just the fueler girl, or a machine gunner putting her life on the line for convoys.  She was all of those things, but she was a woman, too.  Talk about contrasts.

“You guys coming in, or what?” she smiled.

I heard Tom gulp beside me.  I knew how he felt.  I took a shaky step into the room, unsure of what to do.

Tom walked purposefully past me and they hugged.  And then they kissed.  I just stood there while watching these two share the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen.  They broke off and she started unbuttoning his shirt.  She took it off and the T-shirt, too.  I watched her run her hands down his chest and my groin tightened in jealousy, lust, and voyeuristic thrill.

Her eyes seemed to drink him up as she started removing his pants.  I felt weird when his bare ass came into view.  I started to move to the right so I wouldn’t be staring straight at it, but then she knelt in front of him and I changed direction.  I’d never seen another guys hard dick before, but I really wanted to see his go into her mouth.

She licked at it as she fondled his balls and then she took the whole thing in his mouth in one swallow.  I was unbuttoning my pants to free my cock when she beckoned me nearer.  I took a few steps but she kept motioning me forward so I kept walking and unbuttoning until I was right next to Tom, standing over her.

She took her mouth off him.  “Take it out,” she panted.  “I want to see you.  I want to see you make yourself cum while I suck him.”

I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants off.  My socks did that really cool trick socks do when they come off with your pants.  I had lost my uniform top sometime so I was just standing there in my T-shirt.  I took hold of my cock for the first time in 6 months and started stroking it.  Andy’s head was bobbing up and down on Tom’s dick not 6 inches in front of me.  I felt the cum boiling in my sack and with a series of loud grunts I shot my load all over the right side of Andy’s face.

For the first time since I was about 14 my dick stayed hard after I came.  I kept stroking it and milking it until Andy took me into her mouth.  I shot another full load into her mouth and it built in intensity when I realized she was swallowing.  I’d never met a chick that swallows before!

Tom was standing next to me stroking his cock as Andy milked the last drops from me.  He had a smile on his face when I looked at him.  “Told ya, man.  She’s the greatest!”

I nodded my agreement and closed my eyes.  I nearly fell over when Andy took her hands off my ass.  I was so drained that I could barely stand.  Andy led me to the couch and lay me down.  She did a little strip tease in front of me before climbing on top.

“Tom, honey, I’m going to fuck Jake really hard while you watch.  I want you to shove your cock in my ass just before you come.”

I almost came myself when she said that.  It had been so long since I’d had my dick in a wet pussy and as she slid down on my member I thought I was in heaven.  She was breathing very heavily and her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face.  I was thrusting madly upwards, trying to match her stroke for stroke when I felt Tom shove into her.  Feeling his cock through her wall made every thrust into something so exquisite I never wanted it to end.

He let out a low groan and then they both stopped moving.  About 10 seconds later I felt his cock pulse and then the cum emptying into Andy’s ass.  Each shot created another pulse and the sensation it caused running up my own hard shaft made me blow my wad, too.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh my FUCKING god!  You’re both cumming!  I have a man cumming in my ass and a man cumming in my pussy!  Oh!  My!  God!”  Andy shrieked.  With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick and her orgasm flooded over me.  Tom and I both had our arms around her but that didn’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I’ve always been jealous of how long the woman’s orgasm is.  It seems to go on forever and that night as I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as the last contractions in Tom’s balls pushed his cum upwards against me, I came again.

I fell back on the couch and let my arms fall by my sides.  I felt Andy relaxing on top of me and then she and Tom were laying down on me.  I had never been so satisfied in my life.  I would have slept there just like that if it weren’t so risky.  We didn’t need the office owner to come in next morning and find us there like that.

I could hardly get dressed and they had to help me gets my boots tied.  I waited in the hall, retrieving our weapons while Andy and Tom said their goodnights.  I was so tired that I didn’t have a single thought in my head.  As Tom led me back to our tent he asked if I wanted to go back the next night.

“Dude, are you kidding?  What do you think?!”

 

 

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As their fucking grew more intense, the boy lifted his hips until they were at a forty five degree with his head. Charles grabbed the boy's hips and pumped him vigorously. Charles felt his cum rising and suddenly he shot his load into the boy.

Charles collapsed, laying next to the boy. The boy rolled over and placed his hard dick next to Charles' mouth. Charles opened his mouth. The boy began thrusting his dick in and out of Charle's mouth. After about twenty minutes, the boy shot his load into Charles' mouth again. Charles eagerly swallowed the whole load, not spilling a drop on the sheets.

Both males lay next to each other. After a moment the boy spoke:"I could do this all day".

"Like we used to on the weekends?" Charles asked.

"I'm gonna miss this after we move."

"Are you all packed?"

"Just about. All that's left is my clothes."

"I'm gonna miss this too", Charles admitted.

"I know I said I was never going to do this", the boy said as he slid next to Charles and hugged him. A quick peck on the lips followed.

"I better stop now" the boy said as he rose from the bed and started to get dressed.

Charles watched the boy, missing him already. Charles wasn't gay, and he hadn't sought out such an arrangement, but had met the boy at a park during a jog nearly eighteen months ago. A friendship started, and months later there was sex after a sweaty wrestling match and a mutual agreement to follow a desire. Although both parties cared about each other, it was more about the sex than anything else. Then, a month ago, the boy found out his father was being transferred cross country and the couple decided to savor what time they had left.

Charles knew the boy wouldn't "out" him or betray him. Charles had been exploring another avenue, and the boy leaving opened the door for Charles to explore.

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Charles is a well known writer, and a somewhat known anonomous pedophile on the net. His twenty published books afforded him a comfortable living. His website of lolita stories, written under a nom de plume, were treasured by pedophiles who liked stories with romance. His inspiration for all the stories were because of the lack of love life he experienced. Charles was well traveled, and like Ernest Hemmingway, he had experienced many adventures, however the one thing that had eluded him all his life was marriage.

Charles had experienced long term relationships, but all five of them had come to unexpected ends after the females in his life had suddenly revealed flaws far too large to overcome. In between he had dated many women, but all the women he met seemed to be bent on an agenda of training, controlling, owning, and dominating him. When they had flexed their desires upon him, he quickly ended the relationships. This kind of thing puzzled Charles as he was successful in life and found it puzzling that a woman would need to change him.

Charles was also puzzled by men who did have controlling wives. He guessed that loneliness for the men was scarier than having a woman who controlled their every thought and action. He also marveled at a few men lucky enough to land brides who were only fifty percent of the relationship-equal partners. One such man, David Monaugham, lived down the street and was a close friend of Charles'.

Charles marveled at the charmed life David seemed to lead. Charles never saw David working, yet David led an upper class income life. David's "wife" Linda, was actually a two decades long girlfriend with whom he had raised a daughter. David traveled several times a year-supposedly on business, and he had confessed to Charles of not only banging teen whores in Europe, but of also banging child prostitutes in Bangkok. David also told tales of seeing child sex shows in Thailand, Mexico, and Serbia. These had all been arranged by business associates, which made Charles seriously wonder just what kind of business David was in. So, after careful research on the net, Charles knew who to approach on an idea he had.

After dinner at David's house, Charles was able to get David alone in the garage for a few minutes. Charles told David what he was thinking. David was quiet for a moment, then told Charles thast he would make a few discrete inquiries and would get back to him in a few days.

David was true to his words and three days later he gave Charles a detailed intinerary to follow and a pair of contacts to call once he was overseas. The next day, Charles went to a travel agency.

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Katya knew why she was being called from the dorm. The pretty eleven (soon to be twelve ) year old knew from the tone of the voice of the "dorm mother" that another well heeled European or American had come to take nude pictures of her. This was her fourth "modeling assignment" in the past two years. The last "photographer" had actually pounced on her and shoved himself into her. It had hurt and she had bled, but the dorm mother had allowed her to sleep in a warm private room downstairs that night, instead of the cold upstairs dorm, after the attack. Two of the photographers just required blowjobs and the remainder had fingered her, then jacked off onto her-taking pictures of the semen on her face.

Katya checked her face in a mirror, then dashed downstairs where the dorm mother stood with the photographer. Katya noticed he was tall, just at six feet, with a slightly athletic build. He had salt and pepper hair and looked dapper in grey slacks and and a black overcoat open enough to reveal a white dress shirt underneath. Katya forced herself to smile and greeted the dorm mother who struggled through a thick accent to pronounce the photographer's name as Mister Johnson.

"Do you speak English?" the man asked.

"Some" Katya answered.

The dorm mother looked at her watch, and told the man to return Katya no later than eight, and if she's that late, to feed her. The man then led Katya out the door to a car. Katya noted that it was a nice car, nicer than the other photographers had. He drove a short distance, from the orphanage to the only local hotel. When they arrived, two of the locals shot Katya a knowing look as she entered the hotel with the man. For a brief second she worried that hooking at the hotel might be in her future. She forced the idea out of her head as she ascended the stairs to the upper level-where the hotel rooms existed above a restaurant and book store.

When they reached the room, the man picked up a camera. Katya started undressing as he took unposed pictures of her. After she was nude, he only had her strike several poses, none of which had her legs spread wide open. Afterwards, she was surprised that he told her to get dressed. Katya did as he told her, then thought he was just going to return her to the orphanage. He surprised her a third time by taking her to the restaurant downstairs. After they were seated and given menus, he told her to order for them. Katya lit up and ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

Minutes later, a bowl of stewed beef, boiled potatoes, and a loaf of bread were brought to the table. Katya dug in, as this was much better than the food served at the orphanage. She stuffed herself, washing down the food with tea. It was only as she slowed down that a conversation began.

"So, how did you come to be at the orphanage?" he asked.

Katya thought how to answer him in English. "My mother, father" she paused, gesturing with her hand to show they drank, "then", she continued, "my father, he..." She gestured again to show that her father had stabbed her mother. "I come to the home, then."

He leaned across the table and took her hand, gently squeezing it. She was surprised at his gesture and smiled nervously. Frosted cake was brought to the table and the couple slowly ate as they wordlessly flirted with each other.

After dinner, he drove her back to the dorm. After he had stopped, she got ready to jump out, but he stopped her by grabbing one of her hands.He gently reached out with his other hand, touching her under the chin and pulling her forward. He leaned in, kissing her on the lips. Katya nervously smiled, being surprised again by the American.

"Bye" he said.

"Bye" she replied getting out of the car slowly. She closed the door, then looked once more at the man, before she turned and ran back towards the orphanage.

Katya was aswim with emotions. This had been a great short trip from the orphanage. The other trips had been descents into lust, but this had been so different. For the first time, a man had treated her well.She secretly hoped to see him again, but knew the chances of that were remote at best.

The dorm mother was waiting for Katya when she returned. After being asked, Katya gave her a run down on the evening's activities. Since she had already eaten, Katya was sent upstairs to attend to "her studies". Katya ran upstairs and took up station in a window where she dreamed of one day escaping the orphanage.

After dinner, the girls were run through the showers and had some light cleaning before they were allowed to climb into bed. After lights out, Katya's best friend, Viola, climbed into bed with her.

"So, what happened?" Viola whispered.

Katya, again, told the tale of the evening. Katya then took it a step further by talking about the evening as if it had been a date and then telling Viola of a future where they could escape the orphanage.

"It is a nice dream", Viola said.

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That night in her dreams, Katya imagined herself in a giant ballroom. She was wearing a large frilly gown. An orchestra played waltz music. Katya was approached by a man, only seeing him from the shoulders on down in the dream. The man asked her to dance, then led her out onto the floor. The man then twirled her about in time to the music. The dancing left her breathless and as the song ended, Katya paused to look up at the face of her dance partner.

Katya stirred awake. It was dark and the half moon shined through the windows of the dorm. Katya felt utterly alone, although the dorm was filled with sleeping girls. Quietly, Katya slipped from her own bed and into Viola's bed. Katya spooned up next to Viola, who moaned for a second, then began to suck her thumb. Katya closed her eyes and drifted back into the bliss of sleep.

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Back in the U.S., Charles downloaded the pictures of Katya. The pretty eleven year old had a pixie like face with almond shaped eyes, button nose, and plump full lips. Her face was perfectly framed with a mop top haircut. Her body was like that of a girl her age, with tiny bumps on her chest topped with puffy brown nipples and a hairless mound between her legs. Charles paused on one picture, which had her nude and laying on her side. He looked at the picture for several minutes while he remembered Katya. An idea began to form in his head.

The next day he was at David's house. When he got David alone, he told him what he was thinking. David looked incredibly at Charles. After a moment he said:"You know this is going to cost you a lot of money."

"I'll take out a loan if I have to. My house and car are paid for, so I got collateral up the butt" Charles replied.

"Why don't you just adopt the normal way?"

"I'm single. My closest family member is hundreds of miles away. I have no girlfriend or wife, and my writings can be construed many ways. Besides, if they dig deep enough, they might find out about my recent trip. I didn't have sex with her, but that's not important to prosecutors. Recently, facts pale in importance with the need to burn the pedophile at the stake. How you ever did what you did, I'll never know. I'm too chicken to find out. I do know it costs about twenty grand to get a mail order wife. This has to be about the same, or cheaper."

"I didn't know it cost that much to get a mail order bride" David observed.

"Oh yeah, by the time you trade emails, make overseas phone calls, make a couple of trips overseas, pay a lawyer, go to the feds for paperwork, it adds up."

"Wow."

"With my luck with women, there is something to the old saying 'to get the best fruit, pick it directly from the tree'. I've even thought about being a Mormon, but that might take a long time and I'm not hot on the idea of secret rituals. I've thought about Mexico, but I've seen some things that turn me off to the idea. So, what do you think?"

David was quiet for a moment. "Let me make some phone calls" he said, "then I'll call you."

Two days later, the phone rang at Charles' house. "The publisher you work for", David asked, "they should have a private jet. Do you think they'd let you borrow it?"

"I don't know, but I am definitely going to try."

"Good, because that makes things a lot easier."

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Mid morning of the next day, Charles was in New York City. His publisher was surprised to see him. Charles had carefully prepared what he was going to say to her. His books had been good sellers and he had never once asked a favor. He even sweetened the deal by offering to pay for the gas costs and the flight crew. He told the publisher that he was making the trip for research and he wanted to get quickly in and out rather than do the tourist thing. The publisher seemed to either buy the story, or not argue with one of her best authors. However, the publisher wasn't authorized to make such a decision and told Charles she would call him in the next couple of days. Late the next day she called him and told him it was a go and he'd only have to pay half of the gas costs.

Three weeks later, at a small airport in Southern Russia, a twin engine Gulfstream jet set down. David and Charles got out of the jet. They were greeted by the local customs official, who stamped their passport, then saw to it that they were taken to a waiting rental car. Getting in the Mercedes they turned away from the airport and drove for two hours.

Once at the orphanage they met the dorm mother and went into her office where David gave a masterful display of verbal gymnastics. It took less than ten minutes and an envelope filled with money for the dorm mother to grant Charles' wish.

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Katya wasn't having a good week. It was her week to help out in the kitchen. Along with five other girls, she had to wash pots and dishes, mop floors, take out garbage, and clean up after the cook. It was the last part that Katya despised the most. The fat woman who cooked at the orphanage seemed to take great joy in making a mess that girls in the orphanage had to clean. To make matters worse, the woman wasn't a good cook and the meals were barely edible.

Katya was scrubbing a pot when the kitchen phone rang. The cook, who was the only one authorized to use the phone, answered it. She listened, fixing her gaze on Katya, then ended the conversation with a couple of "Da's". As she hung up the phone, she told Katya to go upstairs and pack her clothes because she was leaving. Katya couldn't believe her ears. She stopped in mid stroke and stared at the cook.

"Did you hear me? go, go" the cook ordered.

Katya dropped the rag and ran out of the kitchen. She then made record speed as she ran upstairs to the dorm. She was nearly breathless when she reached her bed. Her clothing and personal items were stored in a canvas bag underneath. She pulled up the canvas bag and spotted Viola looking at her from the bathroom. She rushed over where Viola was cleaning in the bathroom.

"I'm leaving" Katya said.

"Are you being adopted?" Viola asked.

"I don't know, I guess so."

The girls looked at each other and a thousand words were said with a look. The girls tearfully hugged each other, squeezing tightly in an expression of love and friendship. Katya was the first to let go.

"I'll love you forever Viola."

"I know, now go."

The girls shared a quick hug, then Katya ran out of the dorm and downstairs. Her heart was going like a triphammer wondering what was about to happen as she opened the dorm mother's door. When she saw the nice man, with another man she was both happy and confused at the same time.

"Katya, you are leaving us today. How do you feel about that?" the dorm mother asked.

Katya tried to smile, but only halfway succeeded. She slowly stepped up to Charles and wrapped her arm around his waist. He embraced her and a full smile appeared. "Forever?" Katya asked.

"Forever" the mother confirmed.

Katya hugged Charles who lifted her up and started walking out of the office with her. David picked up Katya's canvas bag, which had been accidentally dropped. The happy trio walked out of the orphanage and got into the car. Charles sat Katya in the passenger seat before he got in himself. After he had started the car and started down the road, Katya took his right hand. With her limited English she said:"I am very happy to see you."

Charles lifted her tiny hand to his lips and kissed the hand. Katya smiled and blushed at the gesture.

Two and a half hours later, they were back at the airport. As they pulled up to the small terminal building, the same customs official who had stamped their passports counted heads and began to approach the car. In a manner so smooth that it didn't appear planned, David jumped out of the car the second it stopped. Smiling he walked up to the customs officer and shook his hand. The customs official felt something in his hand and glanced down and saw a small wad of hundreds. He quickly pocketed the wad and smiled, acting as if he was greeting the trio as long lost friends. Wasting not a second, the trio went right to the plane, which had been started the second the car pulled up.

Katya had never been on a plane and smiled nervously as Charles belted her in a seat. She felt better when he sat next to her and took her hand. Minutes later the plane was roaring down the runway gathering speed for liftoff. Katya squeezed Charles' hand nervously as she saw the world outside the window speed by with increasing velocity. The moment of liftoff was scarier than anything she had ever experienced. Katya was surprised that the men on the plane seemed to be so calm about the moment. When the plane reached cruising altitude, the men unbuckled their seat belts but a scared Katya remained buckled in.

Five and a half hours later, the Gulfstream set down at a private airport near Birmingham England. Following air traffic controller instructions, the pilots taxied the plane next to a designated hanger. A Police Car with a pair of customs officials waited outside the hanger. As the pilots and the trio of passengers disembarked the plane the customs officials asked for their passports. Silver tongued Dave swung back into motion. He noted that the customs officials on duty weren't the ones on duty when the plane had stopped there before going to Russia. Dave was longtime friends with the other officials. When it came to light that Katya didn't have a passport, Dave talked the officials into calling the off duty officials, who were the supervisors of the on duty officials. The off duty supervisor told the on duty duo to let the off duty officials deal with the problem the next morning. Charles, Katya, and Dave were allowed to leave for their hotel.

Like the plane, the hotel was a whole new experience for Katya. The first thing she marveled at was the bathroom. For the first time in years, she would have not just privacy in the bathroom, but a whole tub to herself. She started a bubble bath and stripped down, pausing only briefly to consider that Charles was watching her. The happy preteen happily dipped into the tub where she would soak for an hour.

After the bath, Katya discovered the TV. She had a TV in her old home, but it was poor quality, as was the reception and lack of channels. More than three hundred channels was totally new and a playground for her to explore. While she flipped through the channels Room Service was delivered. Charles had burgers delivered. This was also new to her and a taste treat like she had never known. She savored every bite smiling at Charles the whole time.

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The next morning, the senior customs officials were waiting for Dave and his friends.

"Bonjourno" Dave called out.

"Welcome back, going home today?" the Supervisor asked.

"Of course, but not without remembering the present I promised you" Dave said as he pulled a pair of tins filled with caviar from his jacket pocket. "Since you're Customs, you'll have to declare these yourself and pay a fee" Dave observed.

"I'll remember to fine myself" the supervisor replied. "I understand there was a passport problem last night" he added.

"Yes, while you see, my friend's daughter stayed the summer with her grandparents and we didn't discover until it was time to leave that she had lost it somewhere."

"How did she get out of Russia?"

"The Inspector there was drunk."

Both men shared a laugh with the joke about the Inspector.When the laughing subsided, the Inspector said, "Well, I've known you for five years and you've always kept your word. I'll give you a pass. Enjoy your trip."

"Thank you my friend. Next time I come through, want anything from the colonies?" Dave asked.

"Still have the same email address?"

"Of course."

"I'll let you know."

Fifteen minutes later, the plane was wheels up and westbound. Nearly eleven hours later, the plane set down at a private airport near Houston. Unlike the overseas airports, no customs officials came to the plane. Charles and Katya said their goodbyes to Dave before getting in Charles' car.

Half an hour later, Katya saw her new home for the first time. Charles owned a sprawling one story spacious home that resembled a castle from the outside. The couple carried their luggage inside, but Charles had them leave the luggage next to the front door. Charles then gave Katya a tour of the house. Predictably, the tour came to lengthy pause in the game room.

Charles had outfitted a thirty by thirty foot room with all manner of games including a pool table and an air hockey game. Katya marveled at the games and had to spend time with each one. An older Pac Man game did frustrate her, but that was soon forgotten as she moved on to other things. Finally, Katya was shown her room.

It had been a gamble, but Charles had prepared a room for Katya, or similarly aged girl. A four poster bed in the middle of the room dominated the room. A full length mirror next to an antique dresser caught Katya's eye, but it was only momentary. Charles opened the closet door and stunned her with a closet filled with clothing. Actually Charles had bought half of the clothing at a thrift store, but that didn't matter to Katya as she dove into the clothes, marveling at each and every item on a hanger.

Charles returned to the foyer to get the luggage. He took the luggage to his room where he unpacked and quickly noted details from the trip in a journal, which he would work into his computer later as reference material for his writing. As he was finishing up, a gleaming Katya appeared in his doorway modeling a dress from her closet.

"Thank you" she said.

"You are welcome" he replied.

Katya ran up and hugged him. He hugged her back and kissed her on the forehead. Katya ran back to her room to marvel some more in her new paradise.

That night, Katya and Charles turned in in their respective rooms. Charles was going to give her some time to adjust to her new environment. He didn't want to make it appear that he had brought her to a new place for only one thing. However, as nature will, things took an unexpected turn that night.

Katya was drifting off to sleep when she heard the distant rumble. Late summer is a time of thunderstorms in Southeast Texas. The storm was ten miles away when she first heard it, but it was moving rapidly in the direction of the house. Only five miles away, it made a noise too scary for her to handle on her own. She jumped up and ran to Charles' room where she climbed into bed and spooned next to him.

Charles was amused, and delighted, at the fear of the girl. He held her tight and felt her twitch with each thunderclap. After half an hour the storm moved on and he felt her drift off into sleep. It had been a long time since he had slept with a female and this one felt and smelled nice. He felt the suppleness of her body and he became aroused. He briefly considered helping himself, but he denied himself and willed himself to sleep.

In the morning, the couple awoke laying next to each other with her arm on his chest. They smiled at each other and exchanged "Good Mornings", but the urge to pee kept them from getting physical.

That night, Katya only briefly considered sleeping in her own room. The storm had given the perfect reason for her to appear frightened and climb into his bed, but it was a residual fear that made her not want to sleep alone, that and she had become used to sleeping next to others. She looked at her bed and wondered if he would be mad if she left this wonderful bed and went to his. She summoned her courage and walked down the hall.

He had heard the soft sound of her feet pit patting on the hardwood floor of the hallway, so he was looking at his doorway when she appeared. He could tell from the lonely look on her face that she didn't want to be alone. He lifted the sheets, which caused her to smile as she advanced on his bed and climbed in.

They cuddled next to each other. He gave her a paternal kiss on the forehead. She gave him an experimental kiss on the lips. That kiss led to more as they began caressing each other. He was caressing her back and she sensed what he wanted. She stopped kissing him to pull her nightshirt off. Tossing it to the floor, she resumed kissing him. He pulled her to him and began caressing her as the kissing became more intense.

Katya began feeling a tenseness in her abdomen that she had not felt before. Her clit was against his hip and she began rubbing herself against him. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and pulling her into him. Her thigh rubbed up against his stiff dick. Suddenly, Katya realized where this was going and she remembered the pain from being penetrated. She decided to turn things away from a painful exercise. She broke from the kisses and slid her face down his body.

Placing her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, she slid the shorts down to reveal his stiffie. She opened her mouth and took his member in his mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down while working his dick with her tongue.

Charles was on cloud nine. He had dreamt of having an underage girl, and had gone to strip joints looking for 16-17 year olds that had somehow found their way in, but he had been luckless in that. Now he had a preteen expertly working his dick. It was driving him over the edge and he came forcefully in her mouth.

She took his load, then paused as he had the post cum shivers. When she knew he was done, she replaced the waistband she had pulled down. She then spooned into him and pulled his arms tightly to her. In minutes, she heard the deep breaths of sleep and she drifted off herself.

The next morning, Charles got a surprise call from Dave. Dave told him to meet a friend to help with his new situation. Charles hung up the phone and wondered what he was getting into.

Charles was nervous and he couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of Police sting as he arrived at the restaurant. He checked in with the hostess at the upscale steak house. The person he was meeting hadn't arrived yet. The hostess seated him at a table and took his drink order before disappearing. Charles started thinking about what he would say. As a writer, he imagined several scenarios and he thought of the dialogue that might take place. He decided on several key phrases he would say that weren't incriminating in case this was some kind of set up. Finally, after what seemed an eternity his lunch partner showed up.

"Hi, I'm John McIntosh" a rotund balding man said as he extended his hand.

Charles shook his hand before John was seated by the hostess. After the hostess had taken John's drink order and went out of earshot, John reached into a briefcase he was carrying and said:"Dave is an old friend of mine. We've served together for decades in the same civic organization. He told me about your unique situation and I have something that might help."

Handing Charles two large envelopes he continued:"One is a birth certificate. The only thing forged on it is the doctor's signature, the rest of it will stand up to inspection. Don't ask me where I got it. The other is a transcript that shows she is home schooled. I know you're a writer and you stay home, so, at the very least, this will get her into a home schooled program. If you do her home schooling, you will need to apply and I've included an application. If you know someone that does home schooling, that's even better. If you don't, I think I can help."

Charles thought for a second, "No, I know someone". Charles paused a second. "I didn't expect this. I don't what to say, except, thanks. Thank you very much."

"It's alright" John replied, "my wife is a Phillipino. I got lucky with her. The process to get her legal was a pain I won't even go into. So, I know just how hard your situation would be, that's why I'm glad to help."

"Thanks again."

"You don't mind if I order the porterhouse?"

"Order anything you like."

Charles was more than happy to pick up the tab. Getting paperwork for Katya had been on his agenda and this meeting had not only sped up things, but made things a lot easier. John had solidified an idea he had been mulling over which he would try to resolve tomorrow. For now, he just wanted to rush home and show Katya the paperwork.

When Charles got home he called out to Katya. Hearing no response, he grew a little worried. He began a search of the house. The house, although one story, was sprawling with a center portion, east and west wings, and an addition. Eventually he found her in the addition, which was an indoor pool-jacuzzi-sauna.

Katya was blissfully swimming in the pool. She did see him once he stepped out on the deck and smiled at him. He thought for a second and decided to recover the spontaniety of childhood. He stripped down and jumped in the pool. Katya squealed in delight and playfully retreated. Charles went after her and the couple played in the pool, with each groping certain body parts, but also splashing each other. Finally, he pinned her to the wall of the pool and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and passionately returned his kisses. The couple began caressing each other. He untied her bikini top and placed it on the pool deck. Minutes later, she helped him tug her bikini bottoms off. With both of them now naked, she rubbed her body against his.

Katya was feeling nervous about what was about to happen. She could feel his rock hard dick poking her mid section and she knew he was about to penetrate her. Her last time had been so painful, but she had grown to care deeply about Charles. She was willing to try again, hoping that it wouldn't hurt as much.

She reached and took his tool in her hand. She guided him to her. He pushed into her. Because she was small and and he was large, getting him in her was a problem, but after several tries he got the head in. Katya gasped, more surprised by the pressure than anything else. There wasn't any pain, so Katya used her legs to pull him more into her. Finally, when he had half of his dick in her, she felt a little pain.

"Wait, slow" she said as she positioned herself so he couldn't go any further.

She began rocking back and forth, feeling a growing pleasure she hadn't known before. He picked up on her rhythym. In minutes, they were grunting in unison as they passionately made love in the pool. She felt him quicken his pace, then felt him stiffen as his dick pulsed in her. She held him tight, then felt him relax as his dick lost stiffness and popped out of her. She gave him a long passionate kiss, then started climbing out of the pool.

He climbed out of the pool behind her. She stood there smiling at him. He picked her up in his arms, eliciting a small squeal from her. He carried her off to bed, where they made love deep into the night.

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In the morning, the couple developed a new routine with Katya playing in and near the house while Charles busied himself in his study, writing and checking his investments. When the mid day mail arrived, the bill came from his publisher and he was able to place a final tally on the trip, which came in at just under fifteen thousand.

Although the couple shared time together for meals, there was plenty of things for each to do that kept them apart during the day. So caught up was Katya in exploring the house and other activities that she didn't notice Charles emptying out the garage. It was a little after seven that it happened.

Katya was in the library when she heard the loud musical noise. Dropping the book in her hands she ran towards the source of the noise. When she reached the garage, what she saw amazed her. Charles was seated behind a drum set playing, while four other adults played either guitar or keyboards. Katya didn't recognize the song, but would find out later that the musicians were a RUSH tribute band.

After the first song ended, Charles introduced his new "daughter". There was a ten minute break while each musician took time to talk to Katya, then the music resumed.

Two hours later, the music finally ended for the night. As the musicians said goodbye, a sleepy Katya went inside for the night. Charles corraled the keyboardist, and had her come into his study. Kristen, a fellow band member for the past two years, had invited him to several of her family events, so he hoped she would be open to what he was about to ask.

He started off by telling her he had seen Katya on a trip to Russia, had taken her picture and he had learned she was in an orphanage.After becoming obsessed with her, he enlisted the help of his friend Dave, who helped him smuggle the girl out.

Kristen was amazed at his tale. His candidness left her open to the question he asked her, asking her to add Katya to her home schooling group. The dancing of her eyes told Charles that Kristen looked forward to the challenge of teaching a foreign student. Charles gave her the application that John McIntosh had given him. Charles then walked Kristen out to her car.

Charles went to his bedroom where he found a naked Katya on top of the bed making playful eyes at him. He climbed in the bed and kissed her.

"Katya" he asked, "how we make love, get naked, you must never tell anyone."

"I understand" she answered.

"You do?" he asked.

"I go back to the home, yes? Back to Russia?"

"Yes."

"I know. In home we never tell about men, or they take us to Moskva. Moskva very bad."

"I'm sorry."

"Is o.k., I love you. Do you love me?"

He kissed her. "Yes, I love you very much."

They kissed for several minutes and her hands were roaming around his body. Charles finally stopped her. He told her she was going to school, starting in the morning, telling her about Kristen and her home school group, adding that she would be studying with Kristen's two daughters and a boy related to one of the guitarists.

"Tonight I am girl, tomorrow I am stu-dent?" she asked, struggling with the last word.

"Yes" he answered.

"Then kiss me like girl."

She smiled as he pulled her to him and kissed her. In a minute his clothes were off as the couple made passionate love for the next hour.

EPILOGUE

For thousands of years men married girls aged twelve to fifteen. This was necessary because child birth is traumatic to the body and young teens bounce back quickly from traumatic injuries. It was the explosion of child pornography in the late 1970's that caused a change in the culture. Child advocates suddenly appeared, causing a sea change in laws. Almost overnight, the admirer of young flesh became the boogeyman.

Lately men have been punished for doing what they have been doing for thousands of years. Overlooked in all of this is not only nature, but also the true feelings of the girls for whom these laws were created. What started me thinking this was an interview I saw in the paper in 2001. A local high school had been the National Champion of the Academic Decathlon for two years running. Naturally, the five girls on the team finished at the top of their graduating class. In the interview, four of the five girls on the team said they weren't looking forward to working for the next thirty to forty years.

Yes, the feminist revolution is rejected by some females, and not just those who drop out of school and live in trailer parks, but also those from upper middle class homes with bright futures. It is because of this, and a belief in young passionate females that I write these kinds of stories. When I was in High School, I found out that I wasn't just competing with other High School guys for female attention, I was also competing with affluent grown males who were marrying underage girls left and right. I saw girls as young as twelve marry grown men.

A history teacher once told me that the pendulum swings back and forth on cultural changes. A conservative society evolves into a liberal society, then eventually back to a conservative society. In the 1970's children were considered property in some jurisdictions. The outlawing of child pornography, and the Traci Lords pornography scandal in 1985 caused a passage of laws that not only protected, but empowered children. Children deserve protection, but they also deserve the chance to follow their hearts and feelings. The puritanical zeal to punish "offenders" who hurt children, has also punished parents who have taken innocent pictures of their children in the bathtub. These parents have been seperated from their children and labeled sex offenders. Some parents have been forced to live in other countries to avoid prosecution. The zeal to protect children has become an out of control crusade that sometimes tramples on the innocent. Thank God the First Amendment still exists.

There are great many Lolita stories out there, but the majority of them are poorly constructed. A child doesn't understand discretion and this is why child molesters get caught and many Lolita stories fall on their face. In order to construct the perfect Lolita story, first you have to seperate the girl, emotionally and physically, from her family and friends. If you don't, the girl will tell someone about her romance, then the jig is up for the guy. Second, you have to make the girl and man emotionally dependent on each other. It helps if you can create a situation where the girl and man have a situation where they can grow their relationship away from the prying eyes of those who would call the cops, or social services, to check out the May/December romance. Lastly, you must develop an escape hatch for both parts of the relationship, in case one or the other decides to move on.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. If you have, I have an entire library of stories at asstr.org that you can peruse. Please support the First Amendment, and vote responsibly-or we can kiss the right to read and write such stories goodbye.

"Look, I’m soo sorry," gushed Kathy, "Something really important has come up. Could you guys keep the twins here overnight? Brett and I have to go see some people south of the Harbor and we won’t be back till 2.am, if then."

Giving me little time to make reply, she ushered both girls from behind her back. Dressed in knee-length nightdresses, both were shivering in the cool evening air. I sent them straight-on in to the lounge-room to join my four.

Turning back to Kathy I said. "Well I don’t know about "us guys" Kathy, there’s only me here tonight. Julie had to go out too and won’t be back till mid morning sometime. Kathy looked mortified.

"It’s OK sweetie," I re-assured her. Lucky for you I’m the country’s most efficient father. If I can handle my four kids…three of them girls….another couple isn’t gonna make much difference is it? Off you go now. You can tell Brett they’ll be fine."

"You’re a life-saver," she muttered, before slipping me a kiss and heading back to the Odyssey at the far end of the driveway.

By the time I made the lounge-room, it was bedlam. TV off, games out and a healthy wall to wall decibel rating. I figured I’d retreat to the den and have a JD and ice.

I had however overlooked one somewhat relevant fact. Being the country’s most efficient father really counts for little when you’re talking a smallish three bedroom house with suddenly seven people yawning their heads off. Natalie and Kylie, then ten and eight respectively, commandeered one room. Aside from our master bedroom, Chris had his own room and Jenna, still only seven then, had a fold-down day and night in the computer niche.

"Where’s Kirsten and Nicole going to sleep dad?" asked Natalie, looking up at me quizzically.

"Good question cheeky-face," I replied. I was thoughtful for a minute or too. Our King size bed was colossal, more than enough for the twins who couldn’t have weighed much more than 150 pounds between them. No sooner had I made mention of this option than Kirsten and Nicole made haste to my room where we found them moments later sprawled across the water-bed.

"It’s soo comfy isn’t it?" Nicole was chirping excitedly to her sister.

"Are they going to sleep with you tonight daddy?" Jenna asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. Kylie and Natalie exchanged wide-eyed giggles. "Make sure you tell them a bed-time story dad," Nat added, linking arms with her sisters and backing out of the room diplomatically. Chris had already gone to his room.

Sending them to the bathroom to brush their teeth I sat on the edge of the bed and for the first time took stock of the precarious situation. Nine, almost ten in fact, the twins were quite mature for their age – both physically and emotionally. Whilst initially thinking of them as just the cute little kids I’d known since birth, I found my mind uncontrollably wandering to darker areas I knew I really shouldn’t be encroaching upon. I was still disciplining my hormonal stirrings when both girls returned, closed the door behind them and jumped up on the bed with me. Having changed into my own winter PJ’s during their absence, Spring being at least a month off, the immediate presence of these two slim and extremely pretty young girls was at the outset – disconcerting, to put it mildly.

Probably nothing would ever have happened had not Nicole discovered the electric blanket that I had turned off but moments earlier. Already beneath the covers the far side, she began wriggling about and with what might in an older girl, have been a wickedly rehearsed script, looked me squarely in the eyes and said "Don’t need these do I?" Next moment her patterned nightie was tossed on the floor the far side of the bed.

Not often I have ever been lost for words. Managing a strangled "Nicole!" she just handed me the cheekiest smile and whispered. "It’s OK Mr Baker, I still have my panties on." Snuggling-in alongside Nicole, Kirsten piled on the agony by ridding herself of her nightdress which like her sister’s, took up residence on the carpet.

"That leaves just the light girls," I said, burrowing beneath the sheets myself, somewhat keen to see how this played out.

"I’ll do it," replied Nicole, scrambling from the bed and if I didn’t know better, keen to use the opportunity to tease me unmercifully. Now, being fully acclimatized to seeing my own three daughters naked, well at least up until a few years previously when I had been in sole charge of bathing, hair-washing and blow-drying operations, you might think I’d seen it all. In all honesty, not once during those years of drying and dressing them, did I ever have the slightest incestuous thought towards any of them. Not even when it befell my obligation to apply genital creams, during periods of thrush and such-like was I anything but clinically detached towards the whole thing.

time though, privileged to witness Nicole’s shapely little rear end jiggling beneath those tight little polka-dot panties as she leaped from the bed, one arm in time-honored femininity covering her chest, but realistically covering nothing, I was far from "detached." The near nudity of someone else’s daughter was an entirely different ball-game. In the three or four seconds it took her to reach the wall-switch, every aspect of that girlish figure was thrust into prominence. From the barely-concealed cleft of her beautiful taut bottom to those puffiest of little nipples – no "breasts" as such to speak of – it was all good news. And another sweet-smelling cloned replicant lay beside me, not three feet away. Despite my best intentions, my testosterone was gaining the upper hand…in majorly serious areas.

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"Goodnight girls," I muttered, turning on my side away from them. "Sleep well,"

There was a brief hiatus during which I heard a couple of soft giggles. "Aren’t you going to give us a cuddle before we go to sleep Mr Baker?" It was Kirsten this time. "Was she fucking serious?" I thought to myself.

"We always have a cuddle before we go to bed," said Nicole matter-of-factly.

I turned round and discovered that Kirsten’s hot little body, either by accident or intent, was now considerably closer to my side of the bed. Holding her rather awkwardly I gave her a squeeze, keeping marginally at a distance, lest she felt parts of my anatomy that no nine-year old should be made aware of. Even so, just the intimate contact with so soft a young body was no friend to my cause let me assure you. Simply the feel of her soft skin and the smell of her hair in such close proximity was nightmarishly tempting.

"My turn" said Nicole, wasting no time in crawling over her sister’s body and into my arms. I knew even then, I was a lost cause. Holding her to me, I was unable to prevent my erection from pressing into her belly. I felt her gasp but she clung to me, evidently far from bothered. My hand slipped down her back to the very top of her elastic waistband. She made no attempt to move it or resist. Trading on my luck, I allowed it to slip lower until my hand was fully cupping her bottom cheeks. I felt her give a small gasp but still she clung to me. Completely unable to control my rising lust, I just kissed her on the lips and the breach in the dyke was never going to be filled.

In the dark as it was, it neither felt nor acted like a nine-year old I was kissing. Something genetically entrenched in the female of the species usually lies dormant until teenage years, but it is there and in circumstances such that I was experiencing, it can be kick-started. Beginning now to rub her bottom as I kissed her, Nicole was making soft little noises and becoming more compliant by the second. Kirsten had moved up close behind her sister and clearly was aware of the reality of the situation. As I continued fondling and rubbing her through those skimpy briefs, I felt the back of my hand brushing the soft cotton fabric of Kirsten’s own panties…I suspect at the very front. If I didn’t know better I might have thought she was deliberately thrusting her hips forward to better facilitate contact in that area.

A bedtime story was definitely out of the question.

Having discarded my own top I was instantly afforded the pleasure of having Nicole’s puffy little nipples pressed hard up against my own chest. Now when I say she had "no real breasts" to speak of, believe me when I tell you that by passing your hands in the dark across the upper chest of even a nine year old body, the owner’s sex becomes crystal clear. So it was this night, and with no further restraint possible, I allowed my hands the luxury of gently fondling those most beautiful of tiny developing mounds. Now this really had her wriggling hard up against me as she proffered her hot little mouth for further kissing. Completely unhinged by the opportunity of feeling-up so immature a young girl, I groped her gently with a mixture of lust and compassionate appreciation for so wondrous a collection of living tissue.

Kirsten I could sense was anything but the shy observer back there, and at the point I reached across Nicole beneath the covers and located her sister’s curvy little hips and bottom, I most definitely caught a soft giggle. So tight-up against her sister was she, I imagine her own unformed breasts were pressed up against Nicole’s shoulder blades. A man could go mad dwelling on such eventualities.

Perhaps given my success up until that moment, perhaps being simply an adherent of the old maxim "strike while the iron’s hot,"….maybe I just wanted to press my luck. Whatever, I called ‘time-out" to those sweet-tasting lips and nuzzled my way south until my own lips came into contact with two quite perceptible though ultimately soft swellings, each topped with a surprisingly erect hardness. Taking her left nipple into my mouth I felt Nicole gasp in surprise and pleasure. The softest of girlish moans brought me to the edge of sanity. I suckled her and she wriggled with unforced delight. Sucking deeper still on her right breast I felt her small hand burrow deep between her own legs. Her hand brushed the front of my pyjama pants in passing and another definitive gasp ushered in a whole new playing field.

"Am I making you hard Mr Baker?" the cute little temptress whispered. Behind her, Kirsten let out a shocked "Nicole!!!" followed by several flirtatious giggles.

"Well since you ask Nicole," I replied, "As if you don’t already know the answer to that one, yes, you do have me in a rather delicate condition." So saying, I slipped my hand down to her panties…at the front this time, where having withdrawn her own fingers from the confines of those tight little panties, I was free to rub her the full length of her virginal pussy. Even through the soft material, the swelling of her vulva was disarmingly evident. Not only had her respiratory rate moved up to join mine, she had begun to moan quite audibly. As she thrust against me, I rubbed her harder, feeling the labia separate beneath my touch. I suckled her yet deeper. Even facing twenty years in the slammer – I have to say it would have been worth it!

It was at this point, Kirsten began pulling her sister’s shoulders backwards whilst demanding, "C’mon Nicole….let me have a turn." Reluctantly I felt my hand withdrawn from between her legs and Kirsten quickly swapped places with her sister.

Just as tasty, equally curvy and lacking none of Nicole’s sense of adventure it seemed, I had my hand inside her panties before you could say "jailbait." As smooth as the proverbial baby’s bottom, Kirsten’s pussy was a repository-in-waiting, a half-way house for fingers in need, the sexiest little cleft this side of her sister’s cloned portal. Had those panties down in seconds and I could feel Kirsten parting her legs on fully automatic pilot, as I partook of the forbidden fruit whilst licking and suckling those delightfully puffy little breasts. As far as the male tongue is concerned, the sensory delights to be had by gently kissing and nuzzling the flatlands between a pre-teen’s nipples is simply heaven before you die. Fuck the psychologists who would have you incarcerated as a "manifestly off-centered sicko" if ever there was a case of "try it before you knock-it," this is it!

Regretfully fully aware that there was no way I could ever consummate this three-way tryst, after all, taking two nine-year old’s virginity might definitely be construed as "overdoing it," between licks and single-digit penetrations, I was forced into making a brief speech.

"Now look girls," I somehow got out, between kisses and respiratory distress, "We really shouldn’t be doing this. You understand I could go to prison for a long time if anyone ever found out about this. Your mom and her sister would never speak to each other and I would probably never see my children or you two again either."

"We won’t tell anyone Mr Baker," Nicole chirped, her hands around her sister’s waist holding her tightly.

"That feels soo nice," Kirsten put in, wriggling about now as the rhythmic pressure I was applying to her clitoral area, kick-started a multitude of pleasant feelings for the young cutie.

In terms of "pleasant feelings" I have to say, my own reproductive system was suffering hormonal anarchy, my erection unashamedly pressing for inclusion in the games underway.

A sudden series of "Ohhhs," were irrefutable evidence of Kirsten’s now on-site orgasm. Her little body fairly quivered at the behest of my applied ministrations. Probably an inappropriate comment to make, but there is something inherently sexier in bringing a very young girl to an early climax than is the case with a sexually proficient woman. Perhaps the "forbidden" factor, but more I feel the very newness of it to so innocent a young body. Sharing in her experience of what is obviously uncontrolled sexual release is something you don’t forget easily.

I would like to say at this juncture that I am no advocate of under-age sex as such and to inflict one’s adult sexual will on a child is reprehensible in the extreme. Arguably self-justification I realise, but when two sexy little poppets hop under the sheets with you in just their panties, you can fairly deduce they want more than simply a kiss goodnight.

Even with her sister lying there on her back now, legs slightly apart and from what I could make out in the gloom, clutching her genital area tightly, Nicole deftly clambered over her and straddling me, gave every indication she would appreciate being taken down the same road in the shortest possible time. I heard her gasp with surprise as she became aware of the rock-hard phallus pressing hard now against her abdominal area. I am prepared to swear on a stack of bibles I felt her grind her small hips against my procreative interface.

"Stop that Nicole," I muttered. "You are way too young….we shouldn’t even be messing around like this."

"Don’t you even want to take my panties off?" she whispered teasingly. Now that was a dumb question. Slipping my hands beneath her waistband, I tugged her briefs as low as I could get them…way down her thighs at least. It took her less than two seconds to then kick them off altogether. With my hands encircling her wriggling bottom, those erect little nipples causing the most pleasant of sensations on my chest and her hair falling across my face, I would be lying if I told you I had anything on my mind but fucking her senseless…nine-year old virgin or not.

My resolve held fast though and getting her to spread her legs wide as she lay astride me, access to her hot and incredibly tight little pussy was easily facilitated. Applying much the same pressure to her clitoris that I had recently bequeathed to her sister’s, only with the gynaecological benefit of greatly more spread legs, I had the young girl on the edge and whimpering within a minute. Wanting to be kissed, she raised her head – running now on a purely inherited sexual template, nothing learned….something ingrained from the moment of conception.

Spreading even wider as my rhythmic applications spread her labia yet further apart, her clitoris even at that age fully distended, Nicole unexpectedly reached beneath her tummy and slipping inside my boxers like a practiced whore, grasped my erection which she began to pump with what could only have been pre-programmed knowledge.

"God Nicole," I muttered, "Do that much more and it could get messy,"

The sensation of being thus masturbated by so cool and tiny a young hand was the catalyst for probably the best orgasm I ever had….well, up to those that followed in the next few hours anyway. Oblivious to whatever Kirsten may have been doing (and I have my suspicions), Nicole let out a cry of extreme pleasure at precisely the moment I managed to spurt an inordinate amount of overheated sticky stuff up and across the young girl’s tummy. This appeared to spur her on and despite being wracked by her own orgasmic shockwaves, she kept sliding that delicate little hand up and down my now somewhat sticky shaft. Pulling her hand free, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and seemed proud of her achievement as she brought the remnants of my seminal outpourings to her lips.

I kissed her once more. "Well sweetie, they don’t teach you that in 5^th grade do they?" She shook her head, still a little stunned by what had just taken place I imagine.

No great point in detailing what followed, anyone with a modicum of imagination can figure that out for themselves. We actually dozed off for a while, both girls still completely naked and hugged up against me on either side. I recall partially waking up after one of them jumped a little, probably during a REM stage and just taking in the beauty and scent of their young bodies. Switching on the bedside light I looked at Kirsten with her arm across my chest sleeping so prettily, and Nicole with her leg across mine, both hands under her head, her hair in total disarray.

Allowing myself the luxury of pulling down the coverlet, I could see their tiny breasts, nipples no longer erect but still puffy and as beautiful a sight as God has seen fit to yet create. I softly caressed both girls as they slept. Bring on anyone who cares to tell me that a leather-featured pole-dancer with oiled-up cellulite and top-heavy silicone implants is one sexy vision and I will show you a person of questionably poor taste.

It may have been hours later that I was woken by Kirsten being excessively naughty. I felt her hand exploring that which her sister had earlier applied her digital magic. She was mortified to discover me awake.

"Ohhh, I’m sorry," she whispered.

"Don’t be sweetheart," I reassured her. "I like you doing that," So saying, I slipped my hand down between her legs and began to gently rub her soft little hairless mound. She began to breathe heavily. "You see, you like it don’t you?"

"Yesss," she admitted, allowing her hand to once more caress my now fully erect penis.

With a sudden urge to kiss her intimately, I orchestrated things such that Nicole was gently moved the far side of the bed, still soundly asleep, while I manouvered Kirsten until she was straddling my chest, facing me. I asked her if she would mind if I put the bed-side light on and quite bravely I thought – she didn’t.

what I had only previously experienced via my dexterous applications just about blew my conscious thought processes. So perfect was that little slit, not eight or nine inches from my eyes, I could have needed a defibrillator. Encircling her bottom I pulled her forward and kissed her softly on her labia. She let out a small gasp and by tossing her head back momentarily, her beautiful little breasts-in-progress jiggled in their tempting all-femininity. I kissed her there once more and she squirmed in youthful pleasure.

Seeing,

Figuring I would go for broke I pulled her legs even wider and licked the full length of that forbidden ingress. So shocked was she, she just stared down between her legs as I repeated the action.

"Do you like that?" I whispered. She didn’t need answer.

There is something about a pre-teenage girl moaning like a slut that simply cannot be denied. Upping the ante by gently pulling on her nipples as my tongue intruded between her labia for the first time, Kirsten was fully given over to the pleasure. Completely abandoning herself to the experience, you could say I was in pole-position to witness her fully unhinged orgasm. Her cries, though muted, were enough to wake Nicole, who seeing her sister seated in so exposed and suggestive a pose, brought to her own lips a gasp of shock. Being the practical little tease she naturally is though, I had her astride me, legs fully as wide not three minutes later.

Now this one really did know how to make the most of an opportunity. Thrusting her hips forward as I licked her, she even began subconsciously pulling on her own nipples. Inherited behavior really is a wonderful thing!

It took all the willpower I didn’t have, not to rape both of them….for hours! Worse still, I have no doubt they both wanted it and would have permitted it, had it come down to the wire. I think though, they sensed this could not be and more than "made do" with the servicing they did receive. At some point later in the night, I discovered Nicole straddling my torso once more and her then permitting me to just rub the head of my erection up and down her cleft until I could take no more and spurted whatever cum I had left, all over that delightful set of inbound curves.

Last thing, around 2 a.m. I seem to recall, I had both girls put their panties and nightdresses back on, not especially wanting my kids bursting in first thing in the morning and wondering why their cousins were naked in my bed.

Don’t think though that this stopped me from indulging my every whim so far as those sexy little bodies were concerned during those fading hours of darkness.

weren’t innocent angels either!

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Peter_Pan 2005-08-19

 

"Good idea, good idea. Kudos to you! Well, hey we have like one minute until the bell rings, so I'll catch ya later."

BEEP

It's such a magical sight to be seen when the last bell rings. Everyone gets up as one and rushes out of the door, pushing and shoving and trying the make it to their locker the quickest. Lucky for me, I don't have to hurry because I walk home. Regardless, I don't like being the last one up stairs. Walking briskly to my locker occasionally saying a friendly "Hi" to my friends that I see along the way, my mind is weighing me down. As soon as I'm in front of my section of lockers, I drop my things. Twist the dial left, twist the dial right, pop! The dial stops. "I WANT OUT OF THIS SCHOOL," I scream inside my head. I'm so happy when I'm done packing up. I grab my coat and shut my locker of Hell. I run down the stairs carefully so as not to trip. I've recently developed a fear of tripping on them and diving onto the landing face first. I've never broken a bone and I don't intend on starting, although there have been times when I'm very surprised that I didn't. As soon as I'm off the stairs, I hurry to my friend's locker. 

"LAUREN! Where are you?" I yelled.

"I'm right here," she replied to me.

"Ah, thank God for you. I am about to go and kill someone. Today has just not been a good day!"

"I'm sorry... Well, we have band tonight so that's something to look forward to."

"Yeah, it is, I guess. I am also looking forward to the nap that I'll be taking while you're at pit." 

"Haha. You're such a dork. I swear, you practically live in the band room."

"I Know, and I love it!"

With that we hurried off to the band room, only to find it bustling with people waiting for pit to start. "Where's Mr. Anderson?" I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson is our absolutely gorgeous student teacher from the nearby university. He's 21 years old, raven-black hair that's constantly spiked, the most beautiful stark-blue eyes, around 6'1", and has one of the best male butts I have ever seen. I can tell from the clothes that he wears that he is very well built in more ways than one. I set my things down in the first row, reserved for the flutes and other high-woodwinds, and started to make a little nest. I used some of the clothes that I had brought with me for my pillow. It was actually pretty comfortable. I decided not to pass out until everyone left for pit, so me and Lauren could talk until 3 about different things. She told me that she again asked Jake why he would continue not to date me, and he said that he's thought about changing his mind. I was fairly surprised, seeing as he's so stubborn. He seems to have more difficulties in dating younger women and was worried about giving me a chance. I'm glad that things are finally turning around for him. We continued with our conversation until 2:55, when Lauren told me that she had to go and that she'd come and see me during her break. I kicked off my shoes got as comfortable as I could. As soon as she left, I immediately fell asleep. Come to find out, that slumber would not go undisturbed for very long. I woke up fifteen minutes later to find myself shivering from cold. I decided to take the nearest coat that I could find, curl up in the fetal position, and wrap it around me. Soon after doing so, I drifted back off into my little dream world. It seemed that I had slept for a long time, but once again I was mistaken. I woke up to find the most gorgeous man gently shaking me. As soon as I got my bearings, I finally registered that the familiar face was Mr. Anderson. I think that I about died right there. 

"What time is it?" I asked with a sleep-ridden sound in my voice. 

"Umm, it's about 3:30. Are you ok?" He replied.

All of a sudden, I broke down into tears. "Oh my gosh. Only 3:30. I must be destined to not get any sleep today, and apparently I am not ok. I've just had a really bad day and have been trying to get to sleep for the past forty minutes and I keep getting woken up for various reasons."

Trying to calm me down, Mr. Anderson took me into his arms and held me with a special gentleness that has never been experienced by me before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I'm not sure how long we were like this, but he didn't let me go at all. He held me and rocked me and held me some more. As soon as I'd calmed down enough for him to talk to and understand me, I told him how sorry I was that this had happened. 

"I feel so embarrassed. I am so, so sorry. I'm sure that this isn't a part of me that you would ever want to see. Really Mr Anderson, I'm sorry." 

"Call me Brandon from now on. And don't worry about it. I'll stay here with you for as long as you need me."

I think that I really was in heaven. Imagine having the most gorgeous man you had ever seen with his arms around you. I could feel his body against mine, the hard muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen. I was loving every minute of it. I snuggled closer to him to where I was breathing softly on his neck and had my lips pressing ever so slightly against him. He smelt so good. I could tell that he was loving this just as much as I was. I felt that he had started to slowly rub my back in gentle circles. I shivered whenever he got near my lower back. He felt this, and asked me, "Are you cold?" "A little bit, yeah," I replied. And with that he held me closer. I hadn't realized that the jean skirt I was wearing had ridden up to show most of my thigh, but Brandon had.

"Did you know that it was my coat that was wrapped around you?" he asked me.

"Umm, no, actually. I had no idea! I'm sorry about that. I just grabbed whichever one was closest."

"Hey, it's ok. Actually, it's more than ok. You smell so good that I don't mind having your wonderful scent in my coat."

I blushed vividly. "It's funny that you say that. You smell like Heaven."

He laughed at me. And then, he bent down, tilted my head up, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I had no idea what was happening. Every thought in the world was racing in my head at that very instant. I felt like a bomb had gone off inside of me. I went completely limp in his arms and just stared at him with my bright, hazel eyes. It took me about a minute to figure out what had just happened, but when I did, I kissed him right back with the same gentleness he had done to me. We sit there, locked together in the sweetest of kisses, with the passion arising between us. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I parted them to allow him entrance. Our tongues danced the dance of passion, entwined in each other. I could feel him growing harder underneath me. Suddenly, I broke away from the kiss to ask him, "What if someone walks in?" We had totally forgotten that the doors were wide open, the lights were on, and there were hundreds of people still in the school. He told me to hold on and that he knows where we can go. He lifted me off of him with a teasing kiss right next to my lips, and went to get the keys out of the office. He came back, grabbed my hand, and led me into the practice room. The light was off, and the door could be easily locked. Just in case anyone came in, I decided to grab an instrument case and music so that we'd have an excuse to be in there alone together. We shuffled in and quickly shut and locked the door. With that, he was on me in an instant. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. With his member being pressed against my stomach, I could tell that he was growing bigger every second. I began to unbutton his shirt with my teeth; I had to get my hands on his chest. It took me about thirty seconds to finish that task. I pulled out the tail that he had tucked into his pants and tore it off of his body. His chest was as beautiful as I had imagined. He began to fidget with my shirts. He unzipped my light sweatshirt, and helped me to take off the t-shirt that I was wearing underneath. He slid off the cami that I was wearing with ease and I was just standing there in my bra and skirt. The passion in that little room was so heavy that you could almost see the sparks. Next went my skirt. He got down onto his knees, unzipped my skirt, and slid it down over my sexy legs. "I had always thought that you would have a very athletic build, but wow!" he whispered to me. He kissed my stomach and trailed his kisses all the way back to my neck. I was standing in my lacy white bra with my sheer blue thong. By now, Brandon had a raging hardon that was easily visible no matter how he tried to hide it. I wanted to feel him in me so badly. 

"Gosh, am I going to be the only one half-naked here?" I joked. "Here, let me help you with those." I slid my hands down his back, onto his muscular rear end. With my hands resting where they were, I turned around and rubbed my own slightly covered bum into his crotch. He groaned so loudly that I was sure someone would discover us. "Shhh!" I whispered. "We've got to be quiet in here. The kids in the Orchestra room can hear us through the walls." I turned back around and once again, undid his buttons and zipper with my teeth. I slid his pants down his legs while leaving his boxers on. If he wasn't made of steel before, he certainly was now. His dick was making the biggest tent in his boxers that I audibly gasped. He just laughed at me, for the second time today. "Oh, you think it's funny? I'll show you funny!" I slowly slid his boxers down his legs, taking my time to make sure to tease him. Erect, his penis was at least 8 inches long, making me smile to myself. When they were down to his feet, I kissed my way back up his legs. I went excruciatingly slowly. I stopped right along the dip between his pelvis and thigh. I licked right around his penis, making sure not to touch it until the moment was right. "Patience, grasshopper," I whispered to him. He was groaning and I could tell that he was just dying from having to wait. Suddenly, I sunk my mouth around his head. I twirled my tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking out. I made my way down his shaft, but knew that especially since this was my first time giving head there was no way that I could take him all the way. I took him out of my mouth and licked all around the base while massaging his balls and jerking him off at the same time. By now, I was dripping wet and couldn't wait for him to get a hold of me. I continued to lick him until I made my way back up the shaft. I took as much as I could in my mouth and sucked my best, while still jerking what I couldn't get. He started moaning very loudly to the sounds of my slurping on his member. "Oh my gosh Arian, ohhh--I'm about--to---ugh--explode!" He could barely get the words out he was moaning so much. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, and that was when he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but some still escaped out the sides of my mouth. I loved the taste of his juice. I sucked him until he stopped cumming, and then I licked the mess off of the side of him.

"Wow," was just about all he could say. "Was that you're first time?"

"Yup, yup it was."

"Oh my gosh, you're amazing. Now, let me give you something in return." He whispered huskily.

He picked me up and layed me on the ground. He kissed me deeply with the passion of fire engulfing wood, and made his way down my body. When he got to my breasts, he unhooked my bra that I was still wearing, and slid it off. He smiled at me and told me that my breasts were so cute and small. When he got hold of my nipples, it seemed that he just couldn't stop playing with them. He licked them, sucked them, pinched them, and nibbled them until he got them hard as pebbles. He continued to leave the lightest kisses down my body. He especially took a long time kissing my flat and sculpted stomach. I was squirming with anticipation by the time he reached my underwear. I guess that now I know what it feels like to be teased the same way that I did him. "Now, what are we going to do with these?" He asked me, tracing his fingers along the sides of my underwear. He slid his hands beneath the straps resting on my hips and pulled them down my legs. We were stark naked. I was almost feeling relieved that I had re-shaved my pussy this morning. I was completely hairless except for a small patch right above my hood, and there still wasn't much hair there. I liked to keep trim. "Beautiful" was all he said. He spread my legs for me and licked around my inner thighs. He licked around my lips to get my real wet and then plunged his tongue into my dark crevice. I was on fire. He found my clit and licked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. He even nibbled once in a while. When he inserted a finger in, that only made things better. His efforts brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm. I had masturbated regularly for about five years, but had never felt an orgasm such as this one. It was heavenly. "Ohhhh, Brandon, oh my God." I said while still trembling. He just smiled at me and kissed me. We continued kissing and exchanging our passionate embraces for a good ten minutes before he asked me, "Are you ready?"

"I think so... I'm so nervous, but I want it to be with you. You're amazing, and I think that I love you. Ever since I saw you, I've loved you. I always thought that maybe we were supposed to be together, but felt like a fool when I considered the likelihood of that happening."

"You are no fool, Arian. Not at all. I've felt the exact same way for God knows how long. I've dreamt about this ever since I first layed eyes on you. I love everything about you, and there is nothing that I would change about you."

"You're not just saying that so you can take me?"

"No, never. I do really love you. I do... I like the sound of that."

I giggled at him and kissed him. "Ok, just please be gentle. I know it'll hurt, and to be honest with you, I am scared. Go easy on me, please."

"I would never intentionally hurt you-- ever. Remember that. If you want me to stop, I will. You just have to tell me."

He lay on top of me and guided his member to my entrance. I was shaking with a mixture of some many feelings-- fear, anticipation, shock. I knew that he would love me forever, and likewise. He kissed me with the deepest passion and love possible. He didn't break that kiss, and suddenly I felt a pressure in my netheregions. I gasped, squeezed him tighter, and continued the kiss. I knew that if I didn't, I'd scream so loud that we'd both be eternally screwed. I felt the horrible pain of me tearing and the hot tears began to roll down my face. I knew that I didn't want him to stop. As soon as he was embedded completely in me, I just lay there in his arms with him kissing away my tears. "Are you ok, baby?" He asked me.

"I think so, but I need a few minutes to adjust."

He continued to kiss away my tears and hold me close. His scorching hot body was pressed against mine with no room in between. After about five minutes, I didn't feel the pain anymore. I was quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of there being an intruder in me. I started to like it more and more. Shortly after the tears stopped falling, he began to slide out of me. Suddenly, he plunged back in. "Ooooohhhhh" we moaned together. We began to fall into a rhythm. He would pull out to his tip and then plunge back into me. I could feel the sweat building between us. His chest was so hot and there were beads forming between my breasts. I was a little worried that the moisture in the air would condense on the windows of the practice room. He quickened the pace of our movement causing us both to moan louder each time he plunged into me. "Oh, Arian, you are so tight. I love feeling your walls squeezing my dick. It feels like you're just gripping it. Ohhh God. Wow." I loved what he was doing to me. "Pound me Brandon, pound me like your life depends on my pussy." I gasped. I could feel every vein in him. Our thrusts became one. Whenever he would thrust, I would thrust my hips to meet him. It was a beautiful sight. "Come on Brandon," I struggled through clenched teeth, "Come on. Pound me! Beat my pussy black and blue." "Oh yes," He moaned. "I love it when you talk dirty." I could feel my orgasm building from my depths. It overtook me completely by surprise. I trembled and shook with a force I never could've imagined. As soon as Brandon felt my pussy walls clenching his dick, he shot his load into my depths. "Ohhhhhh!" We nearly screamed in unison. He continued to milk into me until he was completely dry. Exhausted, we lay there with him still in me.

"Wow. Wow. Oh my gosh. Absolutely amazing. Ya know, I think we need to do it again sometime." I said to him, gasping for air.

"I think you're right."

After about half an hour, we got up and got dressed.

"Hey Brandon, can you run me home? I need to shower and get a few new things to wear. I also forgot my Pep Band shirt and certainly can't wear this to the game." Pointing to my shirt he had used to wipe up the cum around the room.

"Sure, no problem."

There might be a sequel to this, but it depends on you all! Give me comments!