Copyright 2000 by The White Rabbit. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form without explicit permission from the author. The author reserves exclusive rights to post this story on usenet. Permission is granted for you to make and keep one (1) electronic copy for your personal use as long as this notice is retained, unchanged, as a part of this document. No other archiving, commercial or otherwise, is permitted. Published with permission from the author by TYGER. Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. I have never had sex with a minor, and never intend to. It can be fun to fantasize about loving sex with a child; but the reality is abuse and exploitation, which destroys lives. Children are, without exception, beautiful and precious, and we must love and protect them. A DATE FOR KAYLEIGH by The White Rabbit It all began when I stopped to look at a group of little girls in the playground. I've always enjoyed watching little girls. Don't misunderstand me: I don't go out of my way to do it. I don't lurk around playgrounds, one hand in my trousers. I certainly don't molest children, or even let them see anything unusual. I'm not naive enough to deny that my attraction is a sexual one; but the attraction is to children's beauty, innocence and natural grace. I'd sooner die than to turn one of these lovely creatures into a traumatised abuse victim. My sex life with children had always been entirely in my fantasies. Until that day. I was on a day off (I work some weekends, and so get days off in the week). It was the school holidays, too, and a bunch of eleven or twelve year old girls were hanging around in the playground. They ranged from vaguely attractive to very attractive; but I was curious, too. They were gathered in a huddle around something (or someone, I thought) and their body-language was taunting and menacing. I was close enough to catch what they were saying, and heard a sing-song chant: "Kayleigh's got no boyfriend, Kayleigh's got no boyfriend." "Come on," said one girl, straightening up. My expertly unobvious once-over told me that she was perhaps the least attractive of the group. "Just leave the ugly bitch. I haven't got time for babies that no boy will look at." She was clearly the leader of the gang, and her followers obediently walked off after her, noses in the air, to gather at the opposite side of the playground. The girl they'd been persecuting was sitting on a swing, head bent into her hands, long black hair covering her face. She was small and slender; but her baggy tee-shirt and jeans didn't reveal whether any shape was growing underneath. After a moment, she lifted her head up and looked around desolately. My heart gave a lurch. Tear-streaked and dirty as it was, she had the most perfect face I'd ever seen: sweet, expressive lips, a cute little nose and large grey eyes that would melt cast iron at a hundred paces. She lowered her head and started crying again. I looked around. Her tormentors were looking over at her, laughing. That helped to convince me, and I genuinely wanted to help a child in distress, too; but would I have been so eager if she'd been plain? Perhaps not. I walked over and stood beside the girl, aware that the other children were watching. "Are you all right?" I asked. She looked up miserably. "Yes," she sniffed. "You don't look it," I pointed out. She shrugged, and I sat down on the next swing. "Why were they teasing you?" "B...because I'm not pretty, and the boys don't want me. Lots of the girls that are nine have got boyfriends, and I'm eleven, and no one wants me." "I don't know why that is," I told her, "but it's certainly not because you're not pretty. They were just jealous, because you're more gorgeous than the rest of them put together." That got her attention, and she stared at me, those heartbreaking eyes wide. "You're just saying that." "Why? I don't know you: I didn't have to come up to you and tell you you're beautiful. Did I?" She considered that for a while, then shook her head. "My name's Terry," I said. "What's yours?" I thought I'd got her name from the chant, but I wasn't sure. "Kayleigh," she said gravely, and held out her hand, which I took. "I don't know why the boys don't ask you. Boys are sometimes scared off, when a girl's too beautiful. Maybe that's it. Is there anyone you fancy?" She screwed up her face. "Not really. Most of them are just silly. It's just...I'd like to have a boyfriend, so they won't laugh at me. But I'd rather have someone who's...oh, nice and kind and handsome. Like you, Terry." She looked up suddenly, a thought seeming to strike her. "Would you be my boyfriend?" For an instant, I thought my heart was going to burst out of my body. "Kayleigh, that's a lovely thing to ask, but..." "Oh, I know you won't want to really. But just for today. This afternoon. I'll be your girlfriend and you can be my boyfriend, and we can have a date." Her face fell. "If you want to, of course." I looked at that pleading little face. Common sense told me to say no; but those eyes were looking at me, and I wasn't cast iron or a hundred paces off. What was the harm? "I'd be delighted," I said. Kayleigh's face lit up; and, if I'd thought her beautiful before, I realised now I hadn't had a clue. She jumped up, squealing with delight, flung her arms around me and gave me a big, smacking kiss on the mouth. Then, just as quickly, she pulled back, concern in her eyes, biting her bottom lip. "Oh...Sorry," she muttered. I smiled, trying to distract myself from the stirring in my loins. "You don't have to be sorry, sweetheart. It was lovely, and that's what girlfriends and boyfriends do. Now, if we're having a date, what do you want to do?" She squirmed, caught in a battle between good manners and a child's natural instinct to go for what she wants. The instinct won on points. "Well...We couldn't go to the pictures, could we?" She named a film, the current Hollywood must-see for kids. "Everyone's seen it. Can we?" Good manners managed to slip in a final gesture. "If it's not too much trouble." "Of course it isn't," I reassured her. To tell the truth, I was quite looking forward to it myself. "There's just one thing." "What?" Anxiety clouded her eyes. I grinned. "Wash your face before we go. You're supposed to be my girlfriend, and everyone will think I've been mean to you, if you look like that." She giggled, kissed me again delectably, and giggled some more; then she slipped her hand in mine and we walked out of the playground together. She stopped at the toilets to wash; and, while I waited, I glanced over at her tormentors. They were standing gazing over, silent, mouths open. For a moment, I was worried, in case they reported that Kayleigh had gone off with me. But there was nothing to worry about, because nothing illegal had happened or would happen. It wasn't against the law to take a child to the pictures. We walked to the cinema, hand in hand, and talked. Kayleigh talked, that is, while I listened and put in comments. I didn't object: I enjoy children's prattle, anyway, and Kayleigh's was actually quite interesting. She was obviously a highly intelligent, mature child; but I got the impression that she wasn't used to having anyone who'd listen to her, so I was getting all her thoughts, her feelings, her insights into growing up, in one go. I bought tickets for a show starting in half an hour, then we sat outside in the sun, continuing our one-sided conversation. When it was time to go in, I bought us both coke and popcorn, and we went in. It was quite crowded, and I was looking for good seats, but Kayleigh dragged me up the stairs, to a more sparsely occupied section, with no one sitting very close. "You've got to sit at the back, when you're on a date," she explained patiently. "Everyone knows that." We ate and drank through the trailers and the beginning of the film. Kayleigh finished her popcorn before I did, and began to eat mine, pretending she was stealing it, while I pretended not to notice. When it was all gone, she gave a contented sigh and snuggled up to me, in such a way that I had no choice but to put my arm around her. I glanced around guiltily, wondering if anyone was looking, before I realised that, even if anyone was close enough (which was unlikely), they would probably assume that she was my loving little daughter. I asked myself why, as it was all innocent, I felt guilty. We remained like that for some time, watching the film, while I allowed my hand to idly caress Kayleigh's hair and shoulder. Every now and then, she'd sigh and wriggle in a go-on-don't-stop sort of way; and eventually, with a bigger wriggle, she turned and put both arms around me. Resting her head on my chest, she turned her attention back to the film. I've never known whether or not she intended it; but one effect was that, with both her arms raised, mine slipped underneath and I found my hand resting on her chest. My first impulse was to pull it away, before she or anyone else noticed. But I doubted anyone would make us out in the dark; and Kayleigh, at that moment, gave a little whimper of pleasure and moved her body to and fro a couple of times against my open hand. Taking my cue from her, I started stroking her chest lightly, slowly, circling my touch closer and closer to where her breasts would be, if she had any. I was ready to withdraw, at the slightest hint of a protest, as though I hadn't really meant it; but, when my fingertips finally made contact with a little nipple, she raised her head a bit and whispered dreamily, "That's nice." Then her head returned to its place. Bolder now, I began to fondle both her breasts. She wore no bra; and, as far as I could tell, through the tee-shirt, Kayleigh had only those slight puffy swellings that show a girl's approaching puberty, and give a hint of what will be there in a year's time. Her nipples, on the other hand, were bigger than I'd expected; and I realised, with a strange feeling of unreality, that they were erect. My little sweetheart was turned on by what I was doing. I could just hear tiny moans coming from her, though I was confident that no one else could hear above the soundtrack. After a while, I managed to bring my other arm around. Still playing with Kayleigh's cute little tits, I let this hand wander down over her belly and caress her thighs. Again, I was ready to retreat at a moment's notice; but her moans increased, and she thrust her pelvis forward at my exploring fingers. Taking the bull by the horns, I let my fingers tickle up to her denim-covered crotch, to be rewarded by a whimper of joy; so I began rubbing harder. She squirmed, pressing herself closer to me, giving regular little moans. I continued this for some time, feeling my cock stiffen; but I resisted the temptation to try and delve inside her jeans. Even in the dark, that would be taking too much of a risk, in a crowded cinema. Suddenly, without warning, Kayleigh reached up and kissed my cheek; then, moving round to my ear, she said, "Gotta have a wee." Sliding out from my embrace, she got up and made her way along the row. The few minutes until she came back from the toilet were torture to me. Without her presence to reassure me, I was wondering if I really should be doing this. Granted, she seemed to be enjoying my attentions, and had even, to a large extent, initiated what we were doing; but maybe she was used to being groped. In which case, I was simply carrying it on. I had to admit that nothing about Kayleigh suggested an abused child; but I couldn't bear the thought that I might be an abuser. On the other hand, I was also going through agonies about why she'd gone. There was no reason, of course, why she shouldn't have genuinely needed the toilet; but suppose she'd actually been terrified of me all this time, and was looking for an excuse to get away. I needn't have worried. When Kayleigh had skipped back up the steps and along the row, she stood over me for an instant, then bent down to give me a quick kiss on the lips. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asked. I tried to keep my voice steady, and possibly succeeded as I replied, "Of course you can, sweetheart, if that's what you want." She plonked herself down, legs hanging on either side of mine, back against my chest, her head lying against my shoulder. She wriggled and fidgetted for a few moments, and I wondered if she was simply unused to sitting on laps; until I realised, with a lurch, that she was trying to get her denim-clad crotch positioned on my cock. Finally succeeding, she settled down, then giggled. "Your willy's all hard," she whispered. "Of course it is," I whispered back, trying to sound matter-of-fact. "It's not every day it gets the most beautiful little girl in the world sitting on it." She giggled again; then started rocking gently back and forth, grinding her pussy over my cock, which instantly stiffened with aching desire for this little sex-pot. Trying to suppress a groan, I put my arms tightly around her body. I whispered in her ear, "You're incredible, darling, you're so sexy," and heard her alternately moaning and giggling. Leaning back, she whispered, "Rub me down there, like you were doing before. That felt so good." I did as she asked, almost coming as I realised that the crotch of her jeans was wet. I longed to strip both of us right there and fuck on the spot. If she'd been wearing a skirt, I might have used it as cover to get my trousers open and her knickers down; but, even in the dark, ripping her jeans off would have attracted attention. We were still rubbing and stifling moans, when the end titles of the film started. Clasping Kayleigh tightly to me, I whispered, "Better get down, darling, the lights will be coming on soon." She went suddenly very still, and sighed deeply; but then she nodded, and squirmed off my lap onto her own seat. Turning, she pulled me to her and gave me a deep, wet kiss on the mouth, very clumsy but incredibly sensual. I held her, and we kissed for some time. Then the lights were coming on, and the audience was migrating towards the exits. We broke off our kiss and stood up; and Kayleigh began to giggle again. Following her gaze, I realised she was looking at the obvious bulge in my trousers, which she seemed to find highly amusing. It worried me, though. How was I to walk out with an eleven-year-old and a very obvious hard-on? Eventually, I managed to get my jacket done up to cover the evidence. Kayleigh sighed, and murmured, "Bye bye." Outside in the street, I turned to her. "So what now?" I asked. I glanced at my watch. "It's just gone four. Do you have to be home?" She shrugged. "Mum doesn't get in till after eight," she said. I knew from what she'd told me earlier that she lived alone with her mum. "I'm supposed to be in, and get my tea; but..." She shrugged again. "She wouldn't know. I'd like to be somewhere really private with you." My first instinct was simply to go along with this; but I couldn't get over the doubts I'd been feeling earlier. "Sweetheart," I said uncertainly, "what I was doing, in there: has anyone done it to you before?" She lowered her head, blushing furiously, and shook it. I thought for a moment that the question had upset her; but, before I could say anything, she added in a voice scarcely above a whisper, "'Cept when I do it myself, in bed." Then she looked up, and I could see that she was on the point of tears. "You don't think that's really gross, do you?" "Of course not." I felt horrified, and wanted to put her straight at once. "It's the most natural thing in the world. Everyone does it. I certainly do." She gazed at me wide-eyed, as if trying to imagine what that would look like. "Kayleigh, your body's your own, and you've got the right to do whatever you like with it. As long as you're on your own, or with someone you want to share it with." She looked down at the ground again, her face still red. "I want to share with you," she whispered. "You know: everything. I love you, Terry." I almost died on the spot. In the open street or not, I couldn't help myself from taking her in my arms and kissing her tenderly. When we broke off, she said, "Our flat's not far away. Shall we go there?" We actually stopped off at a burger-bar we passed on the way ("Please, please, pretty-please, can we?" How could I possibly refuse my darling anything?) and I bought us each a burger, chips and a coke. As with the popcorn, Kayleigh finished hers in what seemed like five seconds flat, and then sat picking chips from my pile, telling me all about a school project she had over the holidays, and trying to get her foot up to rub my crotch under the table. When we were inside the flat, the door shut behind us, she turned and kissed me again, long and deep, her mouth open and her tongue exploring. When we finally broke off, she simply said, "Come on," and led me into her bedroom. It was much what I expected: some of the usual posters of pop-stars and film actors, a couple of environmental posters, and a big star-chart, as well as quite a few books and CDs. The bed had been left unmade, with an old, battered teddy-bear lying on the pillow. "This is Alfonso," she told me, picking him up. "Hello, Alfonso," I said, shaking the bear's paw, and she giggled. "Umm..." Kayleigh glanced at me, uncertainly. "I've never done this before, Terry. What am I supposed to do?" "There's no supposed about it," I told her firmly. "You do what you want to. Kayleigh," I went on, seriously, "I want you to promise me something, sweetheart." She looked at me, eyes wide. "You mean, I mustn't tell anyone?" "That wasn't what I meant. I know I don't have to ask you that, I trust you." It was true: I'd never doubted for a moment that Kayleigh was mature enough to trust. "No. What I want you to promise me is that if I do anything, anything at all, that you don't feel good about, you'll tell me at once. And I promise that I'll stop doing it straight away, and never hold it against you. The whole point about this is for us to have fun together. If you're not enjoying it, there's nothing for me to enjoy." Kayleigh gazed at me in silence for a moment. "OK," she said at last, "I promise. But..." She chewed her lower lip. "I still don't really know what to do." "Well, we could start by both getting undressed," I suggested. She nodded; and immediately pulled the tee-shirt over her head, kicked off her trainers without undoing them, opened her jeans and took them off. That gave me a surprise. I'd known, from fondling her, that she wasn't wearing a bra; now I discovered that she'd no panties on, either. Following my eyes, she smiled mischievously. "I took them off in the toilet," she explained. "They were soaked... I thought you said we were both getting undressed," she added severely, looking my still-clothed body up and down. "I'm dying to see your willy." I took my clothes off, at a slightly more measured pace, aware of her eyes carefully scanning every inch of my body. When I pulled my underpants off, and the bulge turned suddenly into an erection, her eyes shot wider, her mouth opened and her little pink tongue started nervously moistening her lips. "It's big," she commented. That felt good. My cock's a decent size, but not exactly in the super-stud league. "Do you like it?" I asked; and she nodded wordlessly. Her eyes were full of excitement and lust, but she also looked extremely nervous; so I held out my arms, and she came for a cuddle. After I'd held her for a while, I eased her head back with one hand and kissed her. She moved into the kiss eagerly, opening her mouth wide and duelling tongues with me. I began stroking her naked body, working down till I was caressing her sweet little arse, which made her groan and grind herself against me. At last I broke off the kiss. "Shall we lie down?" I asked. Kayleigh gazed at me silently for a moment; then she nodded, but didn't move. Bending down, I scooped her up in my arms and deposited her slim little body onto the bed. I'd half expected this to set her off giggling again; but she remained grave and silent, her eyes fixed on me the whole time. When I lay down beside her, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs slightly. I think she had some vague idea of how to "do sex", and assumed I'd get straight on top of her and penetrate her at once. I gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Slow down," I told her gently. "I want to make you feel really good first." She looked up at me, eyes half-closed. "I already feel really good," she slurred. "I mean really really good," I said; and she gave a happy little sigh and folded her arms behind her head, signalling that her body was mine to use. I kissed her face all over (not forgetting her nose), then worked down her throat to her chest, where I spent some time sucking, lapping and nibbling at those delectable little puffies and their erect nipples. She began to moan and wriggle; and, when I left her tits to move further down, she groaned, "No, don't stop." I lifted my head for a second and told her, "Trust me, you won't be sorry." Then I resumed my downward journey. Kayleigh had almost a gymnast's body, straight as a boy's, with virtually no puppy-fat. I licked and nuzzled her taut belly, pausing a moment to blow a raspberry in her belly-button, which brought a giggle in the midst of her gasps of pleasure. Then, pulling her legs a bit wider (she made no attempt to resist) I planted my first kiss on those plump little pussy lips. At the first contact, she bucked and yelled. I pulled my mouth away, unsure whether it had been in pleasure or fright; but she almost screamed at me, "No, don't stop, do it again, please." So I returned, to begin licking lightly around the child's crotch. I'd thought it was completely hairless; but now I realised that there was the lightest of down growing around her cunt, invisible except up close. Kayleigh was tossing and writhing, her breath coming raggedly. I let my tongue open up her lips, and she gave a long wail. Juices were pouring out of her little cunt-hole, and I lapped them up eagerly, amazed at how sweet and delicious she tasted. I'd eaten plenty of women before; but if this was what child-pussy tasted like, I suspected that I'd never want anything else. My little lover was well ahead of me; and I'd scarcely found her tiny clit (standing as proud as her nipples) and had time to flick it with my tongue, before she gave a scream and started spasming out of control, floods of her pussy-nectar pouring into my mouth. She must have flopped around for at least two minutes, moaning raggedly, before her convulsions died down and she went limp. I stopped briefly to ensure that none of her pussy-honey was wasted, then slipped up the bed and took her in my arms. Her small, frail body felt like a rag-doll, except that I'd never known a rag-doll so soaked in sweat. After a bit, she raised her face, damp strands of hair stuck to it, and managed to focus dazed eyes on me. "Wow," she commented, then let her head fall back into the crook of my shoulder. I let her lie there, although my stiff cock was begging for attention, until she was sufficiently recovered to sit half up. "That was incredible," she said. "I never thought it would be as good as that. What happened?" "You had an orgasm," I explained, sitting up too to face her. "It's sometimes called coming. Haven't you ever had one, when you've touched yourself?" She grinned; and I thought her flushed, wet face looked even more beautiful than before. "I thought I did. But compared to that... Wow," she repeated. It appeared to be the only word that really expressed how she felt. Then a thought struck her. "But that's not really doing sex, is it? Don't you have to do something with your willy?" I nodded. "Sex can be all kinds of things," I said, "including what we just did. But true sex -- fucking -- is when the man puts his cock into the woman's pussy." She looked at me curiously. "Cock? Is that the proper name for the willy?" "It's the grown-up name. But I like hearing you call it my willy." She smiled, looking down, and reached out a tentative hand to my erect member. "It's all right," I reassured her. "You can touch it." Fascinated, Kayleigh ran her fingertips over my cock, then flinched back as it twitched in response. "It's OK," I told her; but she looked dubious, so I kissed her and very gently took her hand, placing the palm against my shaft. "Put your hand round it and rub," I said. She did as I suggested, tentatively at first, then a beautiful smile came over her face as she began to get the feel of how she could make my cock respond. I showed her how to pull the foreskin up and down; then I suggested that she might kiss it. She stared at me in disbelief, until I pointed out that it wasn't so different from what I'd done to her. So, with obvious effort, she bent down and planted a kiss on the purple glans, pulling away quickly. "Well?" I asked. She put her head on one side, considering. "It's a little bit scary," she said at last. "But nice. Can I do it again?" "As much as you like, darling," I said. "It's as good for me as having your pussy licked was for you." She raised an eyebrow, as if to say she doubted that; but she put her mouth back, and gave the head of my cock a long, lingering kiss. "Try sucking some into your mouth," I suggested; and, after a moment's hesitation, she opened her lips to slide them around the glans, getting the whole head in. Stroking her hair, I used the slight pressure of my hand to encourage her into sucking back and forth, and she got into this very quickly. I must confess, I've had far more expert blow-jobs, from women who've got more into their mouths; but the clumsy, childish enthusiasm with which Kayleigh sucked me made them all pale into insignificance. I was no better than her at holding out. A short time of this treatment, and I felt my balls tighten and my cock begin to throb with come ready to spurt. At the last moment, I glanced down at Kayleigh's grave face, concentrating on her sucking, and realised that she couldn't have a clue what was about to happen. I wanted nothing more than to shoot my full load into her sweet mouth; but I guessed that, without warning, it might freak her. Altering the position of my coaxing hand, I pushed her head gently away. Surprised, she opened her mouth to speak, and I pulled back, just as the first spurt of come flew out of my cock, to land smack on her flushed face. She fell backwards, startled; and, before I could do anything about it, the rest of my spunk had jetted out over her chin, her neck and her breasts. I collapsed beside her, exhausted. She was lying motionless, nearly rigid, shock on her face; but she relaxed a little when I took her in my arms. "Are you all right, sweetheart?" I asked, scared that I'd disgusted her. "Um... I... I think so," she said, not looking at me. "What happened?" "I'm sorry, darling. You'd got me so excited and turned on, I forgot you didn't know what happens when a man comes. I should have warned you." She turned to stare at me. "That was you coming? Hmm." She thought for a moment. "What would have happened if you hadn't taken it out in time?" "A lot of women like to swallow it," I explained, trying to keep my voice calm. "I nearly left it in; but I didn't think it would be fair to you, as you hadn't been able to choose." "Swallow it? Yuck!" She thought for a moment. "Is it dangerous. You know, poisonous, or anything?" "Oh no. Like I say, a lot of women enjoy it." She looked at me with a yeah right expression; so, unable to think of anything else, I leant forward and licked her face where my sperm was oozing down her cheek. It's not my favourite taste; but I didn't want my little girlfriend put off it. Kayleigh gazed at me in disbelief. "Did you enjoy that?" She demanded. "Well..." I couldn't be dishonest with her. "I really prefer a girl's pussy-juice, myself. But it's OK." An idea struck me; and I ran my index finger over her wet chin. "Try some," I offered, holding out the finger. Kayleigh recoiled, eyes fixed on the white glob at my fingertip; then, taking a deep breath, she leant forward, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I felt so proud of my darling, I could have kissed her. Instead, I smeared my fingertip over her tongue, which immediately snapped back into her mouth. She tasted for a moment, various expressions chasing each other across her face. "Well?" I asked after a moment. "Umm..." She screwed up her face. "It's all right, I suppose. Maybe I'll try keeping it in next time." I cleaned her up with tissues from the shelf (they had pictures of Ariel, Pocohontas and Mulan on them) and we lay together, kissing and caressing one another. I was aware that she was still breathing heavily, and that her pussy-lips were wet and open; just as I was aware that my cock was still about three-quarters stiff, especially when Kayleigh's hand drifted absently down and began rubbing it again. Our kisses grew more insistent as we became aroused, grinding our bodies together. She had one leg thrown over me, so that her cunt was stretched wide, rubbing against my body. At last, when my cock was achingly stiff again and she was whimpering, I drew my head back a little to look directly at her. "Do you want me to put it in you?" I asked. She looked at me dubiously. "You're going to fuck me?" "Only if you want," I corrected her hurriedly. She gave my shaft an experimental stroke along its length. "I usually only put one finger in," she said nervously. "It's so big. Will it hurt?" Again, I had to be honest with her. "It may hurt a little at first," I said. "But I guarantee, darling, you'll think it was worth it." She chewed her lower lip a moment. "OK," she said, "I'll give it a try. What do I do?" I considered for a moment. I wanted a position where I could hold and kiss Kayleigh, which more or less brought it down to me on top or her on top. Perhaps next time, when she knew what she was doing, she could go on top and fuck me; but this time, I thought, I needed to be in control. "Lie like you were when I was licking your pussy," I instructed her; and, flashing me a nervous, excited smile, she did as she was told. I pulled myself over her and between her legs, shuffling into position. She gasped and wriggled, when the tip of my cock touched her pussy; and I shushed her, telling her gently to lie still for a moment. She could go as crazy as she liked, once I was in her. Reaching down with one hand, while the other supported my weight, I helped the shaft between those wet, puffy lips. I rubbed it up and down a few times, and she squealed each time it flicked her clit. Then, when I'd found the exact position, I slipped my hand under her and pulled her bottom up, as I pushed my own down. The knob of my cock slipped in her narrow, wet hole, and she yelled and bucked as if it were buried to the hilt. Glancing down, I saw that her face was now bright scarlet, and her eyes were watering. Might as well get it over with, I thought; so, taking a deep breath, I pushed her arse up a bit harder, giving a sharp thrust as I did so. Kayleigh screamed as her hymen gave way, then went rigid, eyes in a fixed stare. Quickly, I rolled onto my side, bringing her with me, and held her tightly in my arms, planting kisses all over her face, murmuring silly little loving things. My face was getting wet, and I knew she was crying. At last, her eyes turned to look at me. "You...you hurt me," she whimpered. She didn't attempt to pull away from me, though. "I'm sorry, Kayleigh," I said. "I told you it would hurt at first. You can't get to the pleasure without it. The good news is, that's the worst it gets. It's only the first time it hurts like that; now you can start enjoying yourself." She looked at me without a word, her mouth set in a sulky line. "Kayleigh, my love," I appealed, "I'd never have hurt you if I hadn't known it would be worth it for you. You've got through the pain; now I'm going to make it up to you. Is it feeling any better?" After a moment, she nodded. "OK," she said faintly. So I rolled her onto her back again and began thrusting into her, slightly harder each time, so that, at each push, my swollen cock-head opened up another half-inch of her tight child's cunt. At least two-thirds of it was buried in her, when I felt the end touch her cervix. Kayleigh wasn't crying or sulking any longer: she was moaning, writhing, babbling at me. When I began stroking my cock in and out, getting gradually faster and harder, she started jerking her hips to meet my thrusts, giving animal squeals and grunts. "Oh yes," she managed to gasp at last, "that's great, Terry, that feels fantastic. Do it harder, please, please... Fuck me, Terry, fuck me hard, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me till I come again..." And she babbled on and on, getting the word fuck into every phrase, as though it were some sort of sexual mantra for her. Then she exploded, shrieking and convulsing on the end of my cock, while her juices poured past it and soaked the bed. She came down a little way, but not very far, and almost immediately began building again. I managed to get to my knees and kneel up on the bed, holding Kayleigh's tiny body and thrusting it up and down my aching shaft. She was beyond words now, and just mewled like a little kitten. When she came again, that was all I needed to set me off; and the world went fuzzy and far-away as I spurted a seemingly endless torrent of sperm into Kayleigh's little cunt. We collapsed in a sticky, soggy heap onto the bed, me on my back, her spreadeagled across my chest and belly, legs spread wide, still impaled. I stroked her hair as her ragged gasping gradually died down, until her even breathing told me she was asleep. Lying there, sticky and exhausted from fucking, trapping my cock in her pussy, she looked like a baby sleeping. I stroked her a while longer, until I too fell asleep. When I woke again, I glanced over at the clock, and realised it was just gone seven: we'd been here for over two hours. I gently shook Kayleigh, and she wriggled, giving a little I-wanna-stay-where-I-am moan; but the movement made my wilted cock plop out. Lifting her up my body, I gave her a long kiss. "Seven o'clock," I told her, when we'd finished. "Time I wasn't here." She gave a sigh. "Still lots of time. I want that again." And she started undulating her body against mine. "Sweetheart, I..." I paused while she kissed me, then resumed. "I've got to make sure I'm long gone before your mum gets back. And you need cleaning up. The way you are, no one could mistake what you've been doing." Kayleigh gave an incredibly dirty giggle. "Is that so?" she asked in an exaggeratedly decadent voice. "You mean this?" And she started sliding lasciviously down my body. Deciding I had to be firm, I lifted her up and plonked her standing on the floor. "Shower," I told her, and gave her bottom a playful smack. She pouted at me. "Only if you come with me," she said. "OK, OK. But we're only going in to get clean. Understood?" She gave another dirty giggle, and skipped to the bathroom. We did manage to keep to my restriction, but only with an effort of will on my part, after we'd enjoyed soaping each other all over. While we were getting dressed (me in my day clothes, Kayleigh in cute pyjamas with ponies on) she went quiet. "Thanks for my date," she said after a while. "I had a wonderful time." "I should be thanking you," I said. Then, on a whim, I asked, "What was the best bit?" She pulled a face, considering. "First time I came," she said. Then she thought again. "Or that chase in the middle of the film, that was neat." For an instant, it was like a punch in the guts, realising that Kayleigh was comparing our lovemaking to some stupid film. Then I realised I understood. She was woman enough to say I love you and mean it; but she was also a child, and hadn't yet lost that state of grace where whatever is happening in the present is totally absorbing, regardless of its importance. I think it was then that I truly fell in love with Kayleigh. "I wish it didn't have to end, Terry," she added sadly. "I wish you could stay here for ever and ever." "It doesn't have to," I found myself telling her, even while my reason was screaming at me not to be stupid. "I get off work early tomorrow. Do you want me to come round for a couple of hours?" With a squeal, Kayleigh launched herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and plastering my face with kisses. I took that as yes. Later, walking down the road, I asked myself what the hell I thought I was doing. Strangely, I felt no guilt whatsoever: after all, there didn't seem any question that Kayleigh was ready and eager for what we'd done together. But the practical dangers remained. I'd got away with it this time (at least, I hoped I had) but could that continue? Eventually, my luck would run out, and what would become of me then? But I didn't really believe that. I knew, beyond doubt, that Kayleigh was mature enough to keep our secret, not because of coercion or threats, but because she wanted to. Yes, I was taking a risk; but I knew, as well, that I'd finally met the person I wanted to share my life with. The risk was worth it.