Prologue
My name is Max Bear, I live in a large southwestern city with my wife Honey, age 35, and son Theodore, age 16. We moved here from the Midwest seven years ago. We love the winters here, the weather is bright, and warm most of the time. In general, we can enjoy the outdoors all winter long, and still get to snow for an occasional ski trip.
I was able to successfully relocate my software business to our new home. As with most new businesses, it was a little rough financially for the first year, or so. Like normal, it always takes time to build up a client base, but things are great now. In fact, I may retire early in life, not sure when, but early. At 40, I'll soon have to hire several more people, and set up a regular office outside our home.
This weekend, Honey and Theodore are both visiting her mother in El Paso. I have to stay home, and finish a software update for a good customer.
I decided on Monday to buy another high end graphics computer. I like to build my own, but buying computer components locally is nearly impossible... and expensive. So, I decided to take advantage of all the Christmas specials, and ordered my computer stuff online from one of the big electronic stores. I usually prefer brick and mortar shopping, but some things are just cheaper on-line, and easier to get.
It took me a couple of hours to find everything I needed, and place the order. The estimated UPS delivery date was Saturday.
“Saturday Morning”
It's almost Christmas, so sometime this afternoon, I'll have run out to buy a few last minute Christmas presents. That's if and when my UPS package containing my new computer gets delivered safe and sound.
This time of year always brings out the worst in the thieves around here. Our lovely little city is known for its 'car thief', and 'porch pirate' problems. When I bought this house, I upgraded the security system with a variety of motion sensors and high end cameras.
Being at the end of a cul-de-sac, in an upscale neighborhood, on a golf course, puts me at the top of the list for the 'porch pirates'. I've only had one attempted pirating, and that was a year, or so ago. I have this cool recording that comes on when the security system detects unusual movement.
I got the idea from the Robo Cop movies. In a deep booming voice the system plays, ”Stand and be recognized. You are not authorized to be in this location. The police have been notified!”
Man, when my 'porch pirate' heard that, he was off like a shot. I did send his license plate number, and a photo to the police, but told them he took off before taking anything. I never heard back from police, but I did see him being arrested for armed robbery, a few weeks later on a local television station. LOL So, no Christmas shopping until my new computer gets delivered safely.
I eat a quick breakfast, before walking into my office. I need to finish that software update. Sitting down at my computer, I pull up the incomplete software file, and review where I stopped yesterday. Soon, I'm ankle deep in software code, and oblivious to the world around me. How was I to know that our family's relatively uneventful life was about to change.
UPS usually comes through our neighborhood around 2 pm each day. Saturday is no exception. About 2:31 pm the security system lets me know the front gate has been opened.
Toggling my computer screen, I see the UPS driver lugging my computer package up the stairs onto the front porch. He is doing a good job of setting it down in front of the door without dropping it. Surprisingly the package does not require a delivery signature. He simply pushes the door bell button, turns, and walks back down the sidewalk. He hops into his truck, circles the cul-de-sac, and drives down the street.
The camera cycles 'Off', and I return to my software update. About 5 minutes later, the front gate opens again. I toggle once again to the front door camera, to see an undersized hooded figure walking down the sidewalk towards my front door. Outside the front gate is a late model, silver colored, Toyota sedan, with the back door... suspiciously open.
The hooded figure glances around nervously, and appears to be looking for security cameras, but mine are very well hidden. Finding none, the hooded figure walks up to my package, and tries to lift the heavy box. He is unable to lift the heavy package, but has no problem scooting it across the porch.
Deciding, I don't want my computer components bouncing down the steps, I hit the auto deterrent. In a deep booming voice the system plays, ”Stand and be recognized. You are not authorized to be in this location. The police have been notified.”
As the booming voice dies, the panicked face of my 'porch pirate' finally comes into full view. I'm shocked at what I see. Instead of a boy, a tall thin framed little girl of about 10 or 11 years old, stands frozen on my porch. Her hoodie has fallen off her head. To my surprise, my 'porch pirate' is quite pretty. Her dirty face is framed by a tangled mess of golden blonde hair.
The package forgotten, she turns to run for the car... but it's long gone. The late model silver Toyota, with a Texas license plate, is already turning the corner.
Horrified at being left behind, the little girl stares in disbelief at the vanishing silver Toyota. Her self preservation instincts kicking in, she dives off the porch, and turning left disappears under a large cedar bush in my front yard.
Lovely, just what I need another fucking distraction. Before I reset all the motion sensors, I better go get my UPS package. I get up stiffly from my computer desk thinking, I really need to get up once in a while, and take a break. I muse walking toward the front door, and my UPS package.
That was close, another few feet, and my UPS package would have been at the bottom of the steps. Leaning forward, I look at the large cedar bush. I like that bush, it's hollow underneath.
I can remember hiding under one as a kid. My Mom would bring my lunch outside, and leave it by the bush. I was so cool. No one else had a good bush to hide in like I did. I was the envy of the whole neighborhood.
I think the little 'porch pirate' is waiting under my bush. Probably hoping her ride will come back for her. I'm not so sure of that. I think that silver Toyota is well on its way out of the city. I think the adult in that car knows I have their plate number. If they get caught, they'll face a whole slew of charges including, child endangerment, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and who knows what else. I hope I'm wrong, but this feels like a case of “Adios muchacha bye, bye!” LOL.
I squat down using a proper lifting technique to pick up the heavy package. I carry it inside, and lock the door behind me. I walk into my office, and reset all the motion sensors. Checking the sensors, they are all armed, but nothing is moving outside the house. Now that the entire system is up and running, I will know when she leaves my property.
The last thing I do is turn 'On' the dual lens day/night camera on top of the house. I scroll the camera around to point it at the street and cul-de-sac. I truly hope the silver Toyota comes back to pick up the 'porch pirate' under my bush.
As the sun sets there is still no sign of the silver Toyota, or the 'porch pirate' under the bush. I'll give her credit, she's a trooper. The temperature outside is dropping rapidly. With only a hooded sweatshirt to wear, my little 'porch pirate' is getting colder by the minute. Luckily there is no wind today, but tonight's low is going to be near 20 degrees.
My 'porch pirate' won't make it through the night. By the time she figures out that no one is coming back for her, she'll be in deep shit. I don't want to call the cops on her, but I don't want to find a dead little girl under my bush tomorrow morning.
Making a decision, I am sure I will regret. I walk into the kitchen, to make my 'porch pirate', a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I pick up a bottle of water, the sandwich, and head to the front door.
I turn 'off' the motion sensors, put on a golf jacket, grab a light blanket from the closet, and walk out the front door with my arms full. I amble across the porch, and down the stairs, before strolling silently up to the bush. I listen for a few seconds, but not a sound comes from under the bush. Bending down, I set the food and blanket on the ground beside the bush. Realizing she's not going to break cover, I walk back to the steps.
Sitting down on the steps, I call to my 'porch pirate', “I've left you some food, and a blanket besides the bush. I didn't call the police.”, pausing for a second, “I don't think they're coming back for you. I'm sorry.”
Not much I can do for now; getting up, I pause at the top steps, “Knock on the door, if you want some help.” I call over my shoulder. Not expecting an answer, I open the door, and go back into the house.
The only camera that looks directly at the bush is on the gate, and it's not infra red. I log onto my computer, pull up the gate camera, and pan it around to look at the bush. I can barely make out the stuff I left for my friend under the bush. Now the waiting game starts. Let's see if this little girl has the common sense to ask for help.
About an hour later, I almost miss her crawling out briefly to get the blanket, and the food. She's nothing but a lighter shadow, in the dark.
Damn the motion sensors didn't pick her up, I muse silently. I'm pretty sure she'll hold out as long as possible, hoping by some miracle they'll come back for her. I'm sure this is going to be a long, and interesting night of cat and mouse.
After 11 pm, I take my laptop into the living room, and settle into my recliner for the long cold night ahead. She is a tough one that's for sure. Whoever left this brave little girl under my bush, doesn't deserve her loyalty.
Finally at 2:18pm in the morning, my 'porch pirate' decides to come out of the cold. Several of my motion sensors pick her up this time, as she leaves the bush.
She walks up the steps, grimly facing the front door. Wrapped in my light blanket, shivering from head to toe, she finally decides to knock. I decide to let her sweat for a minute, or so outside; all alone, abandoned, standing in the cold unforgiving darkness, before turning on the porch light.
When I open the door, we each give the other a quick piercing once over. A few wisps of light blonde hair are visible under her hoodie. She's probably a hair under 5 foot tall, long and lean of limb, weighing about 60 underfed pounds.
Letting her make the first move, I'm pleasantly surprised when she speaks up, “Hi, I'm sorry about this afternoon. Thanks for not calling the cops on me! she pauses, while she painfully swallows her pride, “May I come in please? I'll give you whatever you want, just let me come inside. I'm freezing out here, please!” she begs hopelessly.
Stepping out of the way, I let my 'porch pirate' into my home. As she walks past me, I get a smelly whiff of a very dirty little girl. Getting her into the light of the Fourier, I see what I've already smelled, a little wisp of a girl dressed in tattered unwashed clothing.
Scrunching my nose at the smell, my pirate smiles ever so slightly, “Sorry, these are the only clothes, I have. That 'Bitch' left with everything I had. My stupid mother is probably in El Paso right now, 'Pawning' everything I own.” she remarks sarcastically.
Without warning, my shivering preteen pirate, drops the blanket from around her shoulders, and starts to disrobe right in front of me. She unzips her hoodie, and with feline grace pulls her arms out of the smelly garment. She continues by, pulling her frayed t-shirt, up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. Just as quick, she unfasten the button on her blue jeans, and unzips them. She never once pauses, as she works the grungy set of blue jeans over her narrow bony hips, before pulling them down her long lean legs. Stepping out of her worn athletic shoes, and blue jeans,......this unnamed little girl stands in front of me shivering, in a tight undersized gray training bra, a blue pair of socks, and a filthy set of 'use to be' white panties.
Still in a state of semi shock, I don't have time to respond before, my little 'porch pirate' tears into me, “What, not enough skin for some warmth, and a little food. You're an asshole you know that!”
Unashamed, she hooks her fingers under the bottom of her gray training bra, and in one quick motion pulls it up and over her head. Her two small cone shaped tits, pop enticingly into view. Her small 'AA' sized tits are little fleshy mounds crowned by two perky, dusky pink Areola, and hard rubbery nipples. She quickly drops the training bra to the floor, and moves down to the waistband of her dirty panties, and begins to pull them down over her narrow hips. Pausing just above her Pubis Mons, my thief's bright blue eyes plead with me, hoping beyond hope, that I'll allow her to keep the last shreds of her dignity.
Still unresponsive, I look downward hoping she'll drop her dirty panties around her ankles.
Glowering at me, my spunky little thief with a final quick motion, slides her dirty panties down her long lean legs. As they settle around her ankles, I am treated to my first unobstructed view of the smooth white skin of her lower abdomen, and the very top of this lovely little girl's vaginal slit. Her nearly bald Pubis Mons is lightly covered in a nearly invisible blonde peach fuzz. Deep within her tightly closed vaginal slit, nearly hidden, is the bright pink fleshy hood of her clitoris bud.
As I finish ogling her crotch, I raise my eyes to meet hers. Spunky to the end, my 'porch pirate' decides to mouth off again. “So, asshole you happy now. How's my hairless cunt look... pervert!” she barks at me.
Smiling for the first time, I stare menacingly at my early holiday gift, “You're probably right, I might be an asshole, and a pervert, but this is my house and you're a thief. If you don't like it here, then there's the door.” I fire back pointing at the door.
Pausing momentarily, “So, you better get rid of the attitude, right now. Next, how about showing me some gratitude for not calling the cops, and letting your frozen little ass into my home. What's it gonna be Princess, me or the highway. Oh... and for your information, I didn't ask you to take your clothes off. You did that all on your own!”
Folding my arms across my chest, I watch thoroughly amused at the litany of emotions playing across my 'porch pirates' face. She in turn, folds her arms across her chest covering those cute little tits.
Trading lethal stares, “Okay, mister! What do you want?” she asked a little less harshly.
“Okay, this is how I see things. Your ride left without you, and probably isn't coming back. That means you're on your own... nobody gives a shit about you, or where you're at. I'm sorry about that, but that doesn't change things.” I summarize for her.
“So what! Are you going to help me or not?”, she asks fearfully. “I got noth'en except those dirty clothes!” she moans pathetically, pointing at her discarded pile of clothing.
Thinking for a minute, this little girl might be just the thing to liven up our ho-hum lives a bit. The wife's always been a bite kinky, and god knows Theodore could use a little sex in his life.
“I agree you ain't got nothing to your name, except some very dirty clothes, but what you do have, I want... and that's you bitch.” I explain letting her think about what I'm suggesting.
“You want me? What the fuck does that mean? I aaaaahhh, I... don't understand.” she stammers beginning to get my drift.
I casually close the distance between us, “Yes, fuck is what I do mean! You keep my dick happy, and I keep you safe, well fed, clothed, in school, and off the street. No more having to run off someone's porch.” I provide reaching behind her head, and grabbing a handful of long blonde hair.
Pulling back, I force her to look up at me. “Well, Princess what's it to be? My personnel little preteen 'Fuck Toy', or back under the bush.” I ask crudely.
Smiling evilly, she blares her challenge, “So a 'Fuck Toy'! Well, 'pencil dick', if you're planning to start right now, let's see what you got.”
Bringing my face down to hers, I kiss her roughly, covering her small lips with mine. Just as she starts to kiss me back, I remove my lips from hers. “Good! How about a quick blow job to get things started, Princess. I hope you like my pencil.” I tease back, returning her evil smile with one of my own.
Her bravado gone, I let go of her hair, and stepped back slightly. Looking down, she sees the extra large cock tent in my baggy shorts. Shaking from head to toe, she kneels in front of me. Before I unveil my eight inch 'Louisville Slugger' I ask her, “So, Princess. My name is Max Bear,.....what's yours?”
Unable to take her eyes off the my cock bulge, she answers hesitantly, “Ca... Ca... Casey Locke. My name is Casey, but my Mom always calls me Goldie”
“Well, Ca... Ca... Casey, or Goldie if you prefer, are you going to suck my 'pencil dick', or not?” I tease playfully.
Goldie Locke reaches tentatively towards my extra large cock tent, drops to her knees in front of me. Unafraid, she runs her finger tips lightly down the length of my rock hard shaft. Sitting back on her haunches, she looks up at me, and smiles happily.
Pointing at my cock bulge, “That's so... not a 'pencil dick'. Mom's been whoring me out for years, but I've never seen anything that big between a man's legs before. You want to stick that in me? No, fucking way... ” she starts to say, but before she can finish, I grab a hand full of tangled blonde hair, and yanking hard. Goldie groans out painfully,”...aaahhh!”
With my other hand, I hook my thumb into the waistband of my sports shorts and underwear. Pulling downward, I slowly work them off my hips... unfortunately my raging hard-on gets caught in my underwear.
I give Goldie's hair another painful tug, ”Reach up, and pull my underwear down. My cock is stuck. Hurry up bitch, let's see if your mouth is as good at sucking cock, as it is at complaining.” I instruct glaring down threateningly.
Looking a little fearful, Goldie reaches up to work my tight white underwear up, and over my cock. As my underwear and sports shorts settle around my ankles, eight inches of rock hard cock springs angrily into view. Goldie lets out a low hoot of disbelief clouded with a hint of approving awe.
With my dick bobbing, and twitching in front of her face, Goldie reaches over, to cup my balls in the palm of her right hand. She lifts them up slightly giving them a gentle jiggle. Goldie shakes her head glumly, “Dammit Max, when was the last time you drain these?” she complains giving the hard sperm filled glands a firm squeeze.
I groan impatiently, and give her long blonde hair another painful tug, before replying, “Well, Gua... Gua... Goldie, that's what I have you for. Let's see you drain them without wasting a drop. Then maybe you'll get to take a shower, and eat something before I fuck you.” She smells a lot better, and isn't nearly as dirty as I thought, now that her stinky clothes are off.
At the mention of food, Goldie moves slightly closer, wrapping her small long fingered hand around my stiff dick, about mid shaft. Her hand pulling the loose skin along the hard shaft, Goldie gives my long hard-on a leisurely stroke. Goldie hearing my moan of torrid pleasure, begins to lazily stroke my rigid eight inch love pole.
My hand full of blonde hair, I pull her head toward my cock. Goldie accepting her fate, obediently opens her mouth as wide as possible. Holding her head steady, I rock my hips forward pushing my large purplish color Glans through her widely distended lips, and into the silky warmth of her mouth's moist interior. Almost instinctively, Goldie's lips close tightly behind the invading head.
I moan happily, watching in mesmerizing awe, while this dirty little waif begins to suck on the head of my cock with a lustful enthusiasm I wasn't expecting. As she increases the length, and tempo of her hand strokes, Goldie is slowly shoving more of me deeper into her mouth. I can feel the engorged head of my cock lodged tightly in the very back of her mouth. Gagging slightly, Goldie pushes down hard on dick. Relaxing and breathing through her nose, I feel her throat opening around the thick girth of my rock hard cock.
Sliding into her small throat, my large Glans is very close to blocking her airway. Goldie gives a half hearted effort to smile around a mouth full of cock. It looks more like a grimace than a smile, with nearly five inches of cock buried in the warm moist interior of her oral cavity. Goldie gives me a quick nod of her head telling me she's okay, as I pull out of her throat leaving the head in her mouth. I pause for a second, then pushing forward again, shoving my rather large adult dick back into her throat. Goldie groaning with pleasure, lets go of my dick, and reaching around behind me, grabs a buttock in each hand. This beautiful little dirty faced, preteen 'porch pirate' wants me to give her a good face fucking.
Smiling down at her, I ask sarcastically, “So Goldie Locke how do you want this load of hot creamy porridge, down the throat, or in the mouth?” Not expecting an answer, Goldie tries to pull me even further into her mouth.
I smile maliciously, “Okay, Goldie. Down the throat it is.” I confirm, beginning to use short, rapid, penetrating strokes to face fuck Goldie's mouth. Soon, spit and drool coat the entire length of my eight inch shaft, as Goldie gags, and sputters around my dick.
No longer a tickle between my legs, my loins burn for release. I can tell you one thing... this isn't Goldie's first face fucking blow job, she's sucking my cock like a seasoned pro. The hairy scrotum surrounding my heavy, sperm laden balls are squeezing the saturated glands, milking them of their potent baby making seed.
As I pump my overstimulated cock into Goldie's tight throat, a torrent of sperm rushes towards my waiting prostate. Quickly mixing with seminal fluid, my pressurized ejaculate is ready to spew from the end of my eight incher into this hot little blonde.
As my cock swells within Goldie's mouth, I grunt my heated warning, “Okay, you fine little cock sucking whore... here I cum. Gods above you have a hot fucking mouth. Oooooh yes, aaaah... come on you thieving little bitch, suck that cock.”
With a final forceful penetration, I push myself nearly six inches deep in Goldie's throat. Holding Goldie's head in place, her airway blocked, my first powerful load of thick ropy semen surges down my rock hard cock. The massive load of semen blasts from the end of my dick directly into Goldie's esophagus. Flow sluggishly, my potent baby making seed trickles slowly into Goldie's empty stomach.
Now that Goldie is being fed properly, my cock continues to spew load after creamy white load of pearly white semen directly into her protein starved stomach. As the last gush of semen is expelled deep into Goldie's throat, I look down at her bright red, tear streaked face. Unable to breath, my new 'fuck toy' waits patiently for me to finish my intense orgasm. Goldie has definitely passed her first test.
I ease back, pulling my glistening hard cock out of her throat. Not very far, just enough to let her take a ragged deep breath. As the life giving air flows in and out through Goldie's nose, I smile down at her.
Leaving my impaling monster deep in her throat, I ask this wonderfully talented little cock sucker, “So Goldie Locke how did you like Papa Bear's hot load of cum porridge. Are you ready for round two?”
Goldie looks up through pain filled eyes and isn't quite sure why my cock hasn't deflated, I take a few more easy strokes in and out of Goldie's puffy swollen lips. “Well, how do you like my 'pencil dick'. Oh, I forgot to mention that I can stay hard, and cum several times before I need to take a break. So Goldie, I ask again. Are you ready for a good face fucking round 2?” I taunt her sliding my dick deep into her throat again, blocking her airway.
Holding her head tightly, I let Goldie turn red again, before I pull my dick out of her mouth with a noisy slurping sound. Letting go of her long blonde hair, Goldie falls forward onto her hands and knees gasping for breath.
I have never been with a girl this young, and I am not about to waste this literal 'Golden' opportunity. While Goldie catches her breath, I walk around behind my preteen 'fuck toy'. I've made up my mind to take her now. I need to fuck something other than her pretty mouth.
Finally catching her breath, Goldie looks over her shoulders. “So asshole, if you want to to fuck me balls deep, you better use my ass. My vaginal canal isn't long enough to take you. So get on with it, you horny fuck. Quite standing there, and fuck my ass. I'm tired, I'm dirty, and I'm hungry.” she tells me with searing sarcasm.
Without another word, Goldie spreads her legs and lays her upper torso onto the cold tile floor of the Fourier. Looking between her widely spread legs, I can see twin streams of glistening preteen pussy juice running down her thin legs. Her tight lipped cunt is glistening wetly. The blood infused outer lips are parted slightly revealing the heated pink furrow of her vaginal slit. There nestled below her tiny butterfly is her inviting vaginal opening. Breathing deeply, I can smell the sweet aroma of her prepubescent arousal. Goldie is enjoying herself.
I can not believe how much this little sex pot has enjoyed having her face fucked by eight inches of adult cock. Just look at that juicy flow down each leg. I definitely want her to stay for the evening, and not wanting to bruise my knees on the hard tile floor... I walk up beside her, and bending down, grab another hand full of blonde hair.
She quickly starts screaming in noisy protest, as I drag a highly aroused, and smiling Goldie to her feet.
Laughing mischievously, her mouth gets her in trouble again, “What's the matter you pussy! The tile floor is too cold, and hard for you!” Goldie's jabbing insult is spot on, and totally true. The longer I'm around this spunky little girl the more I like her. I like a woman with some grit, and this very young woman has plenty.
I waste no time pulling the mouthy little bitch towards the kitchen. I have decided that dry fucking Goldie's tender asshole might hurt us both. I wasn't expecting to butt fuck anyone tonight, so I don't have either Analeze, or KY Jelly. What I do have, is a good old fashion stick butter. I think a stick of butter up Goldie's tight little ass, should get her through a good ass pounding.
Right as we get to the open kitchen, Goldie trips and slips to the floor, or at least most of the way. No worries, I still have a hand full of blonde hair. I do not even stop to let her stand up, but drag her kicking, and screaming the rest of the way into the kitchen.
I make a short stop by the refrigerator, just as Goldie's big mouth gets the better of her... once again. “You fucking bastard, that hurts. Are you going to drag me around the house, or fuck me?” she snickers sarcastically.
I use her hair to flip Goldie onto her stomach. Letting go of her hair, I put my big foot in the middle of her back, and hold her down on the cold hard kitchen floor.
As Goldie struggles to get free, I casually open the door on the frig, and get out a wax paper wrapped stick of real butter.
I love listening to Goldie's caustic tirade. It's the highly arousing sweet... sweet, erotic music to my ear. “Max, you sorry old fuck, did you drag me all this way just to get yourself a snack. How about you skip the snack, and screw my tight preteen ass with that hard salami throbbing between your legs. You suddenly have trouble keeping it up now, or is your prescription of little blue pills in the frig?” she taunts caustically.
I have finally heard enough, “Goldie, that's enough. Shut the fuck up... you mouthy little cunt! One more word, and I'll shove something in that pretty little mouth of yours.” I warn her uselessly.
“Yea, right you wouldn't dare. You worthless piece of shittttt.” she moans as I force all the air from her lungs. Bending down, I lay the cube of butter by her left side, and reach over to get a dirty dish towel from the sink. I quickly kneel on top of Goldie, my knee painfully planted in the middle of her back. Pressing down firmly, I hold the squirming preteen girl to the floor.
“One thing you should learn. If I say shut up, then shut up. Lift your head, and open your mouth.” I command, but Goldie, true to form, ignores me.
Glaring over her shoulders, she watches me as I give her right butt cheek a resoundingly painful smack. She fights back the tears, but doesn't say a thing.
Her reactions are priceless. I open my mouth and say, “Aaaaaaahh!”
Goldie quickly gets my meaning, turns her head and opens her mouth, mimicking my, “Aaaaaaaahh!”
Folding the dish towel diagonally, I quickly roll the corners into a bandanna. I flip the folded dish towel over Goldie's head, and guide it into her open mouth. Pulling it tight, I tie it behind her head. Now quietly gagged, Goldie finally gives up, or more likely is just resting.
Goldie moaning unhappily, lowers her head onto the kitchen floor. Watching me out of the corner of her eye, Goldie lays quietly. I remove my knee from her back, before crawling backwards along her prone body, until I straddle her thighs just below her cute little ass. My throbbing dick bobs happily above Goldie's small preteen body. With her legs together, I plan to prone bone her fine prepubescent ass.
Unwrapping the cold stick of butter, I sit it down by her right leg. Wetting my two middle fingers, I lean forward and spread her tight butt cheeks. There at the bottom of her butt crack is the serrated pucker of her anal rose bud.
I slide my wet fingers down the curved contours of Goldie's firm butt, until I find the dimpled opening into her ass. Working my spit covered finger around her tight anal opening, I moisten the serrated rubbery ring. Goldie moaning from the pleasant contact, tries to smile with a gag in her mouth. I decide, it's way to quiet, and reaching up, pull down on her dish towel gag. As it slides out of her mouth, amazingly Goldie remains quietly still.
Goldie free of her gag, finally gives me the briefest of smiles, “Thanks Max, how much noise can I make? I really like butt sex, it's my favorite.” she asks meekly for the first time.
Smiling in return, “All you want Goldie, no one will hear you.” I tell her.
I moisten my fingers again, as Goldie reaches back, and pulls her tight ass cheeks apart for me. Using both fingers, I push past her tight anal sphincter. Goldie's coos of erotic pleasure are almost as surprising, as how easily they slide into her turd free low colon. Stopping, three knuckles deep, Goldie continues to moan happily.
“Max, my ass should still be clean. Mom and I just finished a 'mule' drop right before we tried to rob you.” she explains simply.
I do a double take, before mentally frowning... I'll really need to ask her about that passing comment.
Goldie laying back down coos blissfully, as I work my fingers, in and out of her tight anal ring. Leaving my fingers in her ass, I reach down for the cube of butter. It's still cold and firm. Pulling my fingers out, I quickly slide the 4 inch cube of butter into Goldie's hot preteen ass.
Goldie feeling the cold stick of butter sliding into her butt, looks back at me. Smiling, I quickly explain to her, “Butter, it's all I have. A dry butt fuck can be really painful. I thought this would help!” I'm half expecting a mouthy reply, but when one doesn't come I continue, “Okay then you hot fucking bitch, this is going to hurt.” I announce heatedly, looking down at Goldie's perfect butt.
I get up on my knees, so I am directly above Goldie's prepubescent butt hole. Leaning over her prone body, I support myself with one hand. Using the other, I slide my massive love pole, up and down her narrow butt crack, until I locate her tightly puckered asshole near the bottom. I nestle the soft flesh tip of my huge Glans against Goldie's tightly puckered asshole. Pressing downward, her young anal ring momentarily resists the large invading cock head.
Goldie moans painfully, as the head of my dick slowly pries open her tight preteen butt hole. With an agonizing gasp from Goldie, the head of my cock forces its way through her asshole, and into her colon. Unrelentingly wedged in her widely stretched asshole, the thick eight inch shaft of my adult sized cock begins to slowly penetrate into Goldie's butter filled gut. I take my time, watching the hypnotic descent of my cock inch by inch, into Goldie's wonderfully tight preteen ass. My sensory enjoyment of penetrating Goldie's hot little ass, is only enhanced by the near constant stream of pleasurable oooohs and aaaahs coming from this amazingly fuckable preteen blonde. Finally, my large balls come to rest heavily against the heated flesh of her tightly closed pussy slit.
Letting her get used to having eight inch of cock shoved up her ass, I pause feeling the head of my cock press against the cold kitchen floor. Only a few thin layers of skin, muscle, and intestine separate my cock from the floor. Her heated glove of rubbery flesh surrounding my cock, grips me in a concentric tube of velvety softness. This is it, my cock has found it's sexual nirvana.
Goldie moaning with pain filled pleasure, mutters ever so softly, “Shit, you're massive. Fuck, I feel like I got a baseball bat shoved up my ass. Okay, you perverted old bastard, fuck my sweet little ass. Let's see if you can make me squeal. Pound my assssss... ” she coos pleasurably, as I pull about seven inches out of her buttery ass.
I slam my cock back into her, as Goldie's pain filled scream rattles the windows throughout the house. Her small 60 pounds of nothing ties to no avail to buck me off. Buried balls deep, I pin her painfully to the floor. Smiling evilly, I watch her tortured flesh thrash around beneath me. Try as Goldie might, she can't shit my invading monster from her cock filled ass. Her Colorectal muscles continue to squeeze my massive cock in a seething cocoon of pulsing rubbery flesh.
Goldie moaning painfully, looks over her shoulder, “What the fuck, you son-of-a-bitch! That really hurt.” she tells me, breathing heavily. “It was feeling really good, until you harpooned me with 'Moby's Dick'. You're fucking long ass dick is pushing up against something inside my belly. You need to fucking go slow, and not poke me quite so deep with that gods damn giant assed dick!” she complains forcefully.
I politely ignore her painful complaint, while I pull out of her ass. I love watching the disbelief mixed with fearful anticipation in her pain filled eyes, when I slam my dick back in again. I simply love feeling my hairy balls, slap noisily against her tiny cunt. Goldie's intoxicating, pain filled scream is music to my ears. Wanting my little guest to fully understand her new duties as my 'fuck toy', I begin to pound her tender asshole without mercy using long powerful butter coated strokes.
I completely disregard her pitiful pain filled cry's, and fuck her ass without pause. As I brutalize her asshole, Goldie turns her tear streaked face towards me.
Shouting defiantly, “Finally, a goddamn man who knows how to fuck. Come on you son-of-a-bitch finish me. Men have been fucking me for years, and not one has ever pleasured me.”
Pausing, I take my hands from Goldie's narrow hips. Placing them just below her shoulder blades, I push down hard forcing the air from my mouthy 'fuck toy'. As Goldie coughs and sputters, I reach under her small petite form, and pull her up onto all fours. Using my legs, I spread hers.
Now that I'm between her widely spread legs, I smack her butt leaving a bright red hand print. “Okay, you mouthy bitch let's see how well you ride cock.” laughing vindictively, I smack her other cheek soundly with the palm of my hand.
Goldie understands perfectly, rocking forward she pulls herself off my glistening butter coated rod. Pushing back, she impales herself slowly on eight inches of pure adult monster cock. Moaning my contentment, I rest my hands just in front of her bony hips. Letting Goldie do most of the work, she rocks forward, while I reach down grabbing her long blonde hair in both hands.
Using her hair like the bridle on a horse, I forcefully pull her back, spearing her tender flesh. As Goldie's buttock makes contact with my lower abdomen, she squeals with more pain filled delight. Laughing gleefully, I begin to hammer her ass. Hard and fast, I continue to molest my preteen 'porch pirate'. Over and over again, I penetrate Goldie's battered asshole. Bucking and thrashing about, I continue my brutal bareback ride of this blonde hair filly.
As Goldie nears her first ever climax, my mouthy 'fuck toy' continues her sexual rantings, “Oooooh yes. That's it you horny fuck. Yea, yea,.........come on, jam that fucking dick in me. Fuck my ass. Aaaah, oooh, fuck yea, ride me. Pump my ass full of cum, you cock sucking asshole! Oh, shit Papa Bear, I'm cuuuummming!”
With every painful thrust, Goldie's imminent climax begs for release. Finally Goldie's ravaged, underfed body is ready. Her first climax starts with a series of small shivers that pulse through her body. Her lustful moans give way to a series of low animal groans, as the muscles in her arms and legs begin to convulse and spasm. The toes on Goldie's small feet are widely splayed, her tendons locked in her sexual ecstasy.
Goldie's breathing is nothing more than a series of ragged gasps, when the first powerful spasms hit her tormented torso. Suddenly, the intestines surrounding my impaling manhood burns hotly, and squeezes my cock in vice like grip. Goldie's lusty scream of intense pleasure brings me to my own toe curling climax. With my cock surrounded in blazing hot flesh, I begin to empty my balls deep into her bowels. I hang onto Goldie's bony hips for dear life, while spewing seven massive loads of semen porridge deep into the perfect little ass of this spent preteen hottie.
As the last of her climax ebbs, Goldie's mind, and body gives out. With a hoarse whisper, “That was so nice. Thank you, Papa Bear!” Goldie passes into the merciful darkness of her post sex euphoria. Slumping forward onto her chest, I drain the last of my seed into Goldie's ass. I gently lay her down on the kitchen floor, my spent cock slips wetly from her gaping asshole.
I elect to leave her where she lays. I get up as quickly as I can... my poor old knees sore from kneeling on the hard kitchen floor, and walk to the bathroom. Bending down, I start to fill the bathtub with hot water, and a generous sprinkle of bath salts. While the bathtub fills, I walk back into the kitchen. Goldie lays face down in a medium sized puddle of, melted butter, her own vaginal secretions, and my semen. Her swollen asshole is shut tight, the flesh around it already turning an ugly shade of blackish blue. I won't be fucking that hole for a few days.
Rolling her over, I gather her into my arms, and head for the bathroom. Once inside, I ease her into the hot water. Moaning painfully, she opens her eyes, and looks questioningly up at me.
Goldie blinking back tears, “Are you going to let me stay?” she asks quietly.
I kneel beside the tube, and hand her a bar of soap, “Do you like pizza, or do you want something else?” I ask back.
“Pizza is fine... !” Goldie sniffs.
I get up, and move towards the door. Turning, I see her watching me closely, “Yes, Goldie Locke. You can stay as long as you want.” I tell her, smiling.
A few minutes later, I return with three large pieces of leftover pizza, warmed to perfection. Goldie is not in the bathtub, but in the shower. The bathwater is absolutely filthy. Goldie sees me, and the pizza opens the door. She painfully shuffles over to me, where I hand her a piece of pizza.
Smiling her thanks, Goldie quickly grabs the pizza, and in seconds gobbles it down. The other two pieces soon follow the first.
Standing outside the open door, I let her have some space. She's a lot cleaner now, but still needs a bit of washing up. We look at each other for a few seconds... then Goldie holds out her hand for me to join her in the shower.
Reaching forward, I let her take my hand. She quickly guides me to her. Gathering her into my arms, I hold this skinny slip of a girl. She is nothing but bones, wrapped in warm soft skin. I hold her tight for the first time, while Goldie leans into me, her head resting on my broad chest. She hesitantly wraps her arms around me. Arms wrapped around each other, we stand for a few minutes letting the hot water warm us.
Finally, Goldie lifts her head, and looks up at me with those sparkling blue eyes. Smiling, she asks, “Papa Bear, will you wash my hair please.”
Startled by her request, “I... I... aaaah... never washed a girl's hair before. Are you sure you want me to?” I stammer, watching her enjoy my discomfort.
She smiles warmly, “Well, Papa Bear. If I'm staying here you might want to learn.”, putting her hands on her narrow hip. “So listen turd face, I want your sorry fat ass to wash my hair. Come on Papa Bear... man up, for God's sake. It's just fucking hair!”, she teases. Turning in my arms, I can now get to her long blonde hair.
I just love the sass, and simply give up without another word. I reach over to the little shelf in the shower to grab my 'Head and Shoulders'. That's when Goldie spots the other shampoos in the rack. Like the: Pantene Volume Plus, the Shea Moisturizing Shampoo, and the Dove Body Wash.
I squeeze out a good handful, and begin to wash Goldie's long locks of bright blonde hair. As I run my fingers through her hair, I'm extra careful not to pull too hard on the tangles. Humming happily, she finally breaks her silence.
“So Papa Bear, do you have something you want to tell me. Like, why is there a selection of women's shampoo, and bathing products in your shower?” she asks casually.
Groaning a little, “Well young lady, my wife and son are away for the weekend.” I quickly informed her. As she tries to pull away from me, I wrap my arm around Goldie shoulders, and upper chest.
Shampooing her hair forgotten, I turn her towards me. Smiling down a Goldie, I put a finger to her lips, asking for a few seconds of silence. “I meant what I said. You can stay here for as long as you want. My wife, Honey, will take a little convincing, but she's a kinky bitch, and will like having you help around the house, especially in servicing me.”, pausing for a few seconds, “Also, I have a 16 year old son, Theodore. He's a 6'2” Teddy Bear, literally. He's basically scared shit less of girls. I think you'll be good for him, too. And before you ask... yes, he's nearly as big as I am.”
I love watching her assimilate all this new information... it's definitely laughable. Finally, after a few minutes, Goldie turns in my arms so I can finish washing her hair. As I work my finger along her scalp, she lets out a few satisfied coos of pure contentment, before responding, “So if I'm getting this straight. I'm going to be your personal 'fuck toy', help your wife around the house, and seduce your 16 year old son. All for a home with all the trimmings. Is that right?”, she asks without turning.
I finish up with her hair, before I reach down to knead her firm butt cheeks, “Yep, that covers most of it. So Goldie Locke, do you want to move in with the three Bears ”, I ask continuing to message her sore ass.
I let the water rinse her hair, while she considers my offer. Before long, she looks over her shoulder at me, “Okay, it's a deal!” pausing for a few seconds, “As long as Papa Bear gives me all the hot, and creamy cum porridge I want.” she tells me confidently, turning to snake her arms around my neck. Pulling me down to her waiting lips, we seal our deal with a very heated kiss.
Breaking our kiss, Goldie Locke smiles up at me, her bright blue eyes shine mischievously, “So Papa Bear, do you have more food in that frig, or do I have to suck your cock again to get something else to eat? she teases playfully.
I can't help but smile down at this pretty, prepubescent blonde haired girl. My answer is simple, “Which would you prefer!”
For her answer, Goldie slowly kneels down in front of me. Somehow, on her way down, my cock hardening by the second finds its way into her right hand. Happily... it appears that Goldie wants another serving of 'Papa Bears' hot, and creamy cum porridge!
For the next story in this series, go to Goldie Locke Moves in with the Three Bears, Part Two: Goldie Earns Her Keep - Chapter One