I call myself kiddie-lover because I hesitate to use the word 'pedophile' as too many dumb-asses out there immediately think that means somebody 'active'. I, however, am a writer because this is the domain where a love/lust of under-18 can be lived out in harmless fantasy. To this end, I try to achieve a satisfying realism in my stories. I like to explore all degrees of pedophilia from loving to coaxing to coercian to outright force, but in moderation.
The weeks kept rolling round, and Sean kept up his relentless sexual devouring and 'assault' - as some would call it - on his live-in girlfriend's 9-year-old daughter. Michelle unquestionably knew 'something' was going on, but she felt completely beholding to Sean for rescuing her downtrodden single-mom life. She simply didn't want to think of, or did not realise, the extent of the activities. More likely, she accepted it in quiet resignation, and undoubtably bore some grudge towards Hannah for the hardships in her life to date. You had to pick the right woman - and Sean was an expert at that. Once again a weary Michelle left the house for her late shift at the old folk's care home, and Sean was free for 'Hannah time'.
"Okay you," he said to the child. "I want some kissing from you." He waggled his finger to indicate her to come to his armchair.
With an air of hopeless acquiescence, but not exactly repulsion - she was used to it - she ambled to his lap and he hoisted her aboard. He placed her sideways on, and immediately pulled her cute little head firmly to him and began kissing her soft little cheek in a way that was not quite innocent. She was a very pretty child, 'beautiful' you could say. Sean did not use that adjective lightly, as he'd known plenty of kids, and at least 3-quarters of them in the general population were cute enough to be termed 'doable' by a guy like him. Hannah was more than merely pedo-doable, though, and her smooth and delicate round face with its green eyes was possibly star-quality. You could imagine that Sharon Stone might have looked like this at 9. There was a natural sensuality to her, and you just knew she would have grown up to be a sexual and confident type of female in due course if she hadn't been fast-tracked into hardcore by a pedophile. As it was, perhaps she'd now grow up into a slut with deep issues. Or possibly she'd grow up simply scared of sex, from the memories of a big penis being put into her too-small holes so much. So what, mused Sean. This one was dynamite, and he was going to get the most out of her before he had to move on.
"Mmmm, lovely," he said, as he turned her head slightly to him and pecked around her little mouth. Her lips, devoid of lipstick - he preferred them that way - were naturally pink and had a hint of fullness to them unlike some preteen children's which were very thin. Nevertheless, her mouth was dainty and any attempt to French-kiss it in an adult way resulted in smothering her nostrils and half of her chin with it. "Okay, come on."
Hannah responded to the soft order by totally submitting to having her head turned to him and tilted up in his two-handed grip, and letting her mouth fall open for him. He closed upon it, and puckered in the art that was child-kissing. Sliding one hand to the back of her sleek brunette head, he burrowed his adult tongue into her warm, damp and sweet oral cavity. She must have been aware of his hard-on pressing on her thigh through her jeans, and she knew almost as certain as the sun rises that it would be coming out before long, whilst all her own clothes would be becoming off. After some minutes of this, including sometimes breaking off for a second to gently stroke a strands of her hair from her face, it was time.
"Let's get undressed now," he said.
Sometimes she asked what they were going to do, but this evening she did not bother. Maybe she realised from his mood it was going to be one of the more dirty things. If so, she was right. When she climbed aboard again, this time to share her naked child-body with his naked man one, Sean placed her front-ways on with her knees widely astride his thighs. Like this, he resumed face and mouth-kissing together with caressing her head or her tender and perky little bottom. Yes, this was to be a session of favourite thing #11 - not kissing, which was rated at #5 - but anal-fingering. His first few broad palmy gropes and strokes of her kiddie-buttocks progressed to middle-finger insertion.
"Owww." She winced and sucked in breath. Sean continued - it required pressure to get in when using this finger - until he felt the tight rubbery give of her outer sphincter. "Ahh!"
"Shhh, okay." He nibbled on her ear. She was grimacing and lurching upward slighly as he made headway up to his second knuckle into her warm, tight rectal gateway. "Relax and don't think about it, just concentrate on holding my cock."
He did not instruct her to masterbate him, as he did not want the session to turn into a Favourite Thing #10 - handjob with cum - but she was doing it slightly anyway, out of habit. Often he mused on why he loved to molest arse so much, since he barely had any interest in boys. He knew he would not have done it half so much if her face had not been so achingly pretty; but he was not sure of the logic of that! Also, she was the age when their bums were just starting to become really interesting and effeminate: 9-16 being the golden band for this, but of course that contained a lot of variety within it. That said, he had plenty of time for little girl bums as young as 4 too.
"Damnit, okay, wait," he said, as her flinches were becoming more vocal and his finger was dragging dryly through her tight sphincters. The inner one was more the problem today; perhaps sensitive from a recent shit or something, but when he checked his finger it looked clean enough. Anyway, he went to fetch the lube.
They resumed position and he pasted it with tactile precision into her crack and anus. The difference with which his finger now glided through her pencil-tight muscles was notable. She in turn squeaked and frowned less. Pretty soon he was finger-fucking her child-rectum up to his base knuckle. He switched to his index finger, as it was easier to get the length of that one in. Even so, the necessary nestle of his big hand in her crack caused her mini-buttocks to part, taking away the roundness of bum-shape. Much like sitting on the toilet probably. Said length of finger - about 2.5 inches - he knew from anatomical facts, was pretty much the length of her rectum. Sometimes he imagined his fingertip could feel the first bend in her colon, hot and squishy up there, but it may have been imagination due to his angle of thrust altering subtly and her fidgeting. All the while, he affectionately kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks and mouth and her small soft hand remained coiled around his erection.
He contemplated having his ejaculation with his finger up there. Another urge took over, though. "Okay, sweet, up and turn around," he said.
She knew it was an instruction to switch to having her back to him and sitting on his hairy, shafty crotch. To sitting on the 6-inch shaft itself actually. This was about the most difficult thing for Hannah, with the exception perhaps of an over-ambitious vaginal fuck or forced deep-throat. If she hoped that tonight Sean might be content with merely pressure-grinding his cock along the length of her crack, she was mistaken. When he hoisted her by the armpits, his intent was obvious.
"Come on," he gasped. She was getting quite heavy. Near the maximum age for doing it like this, actually. "You can do this. Relax, let it go in."
He shuffled himself, and manouvred the exquisite female child into anal impalement. At first he supported her weight, to ease his own discomfort as much as anything, as he felt his head pushing in. His foreskin was forced back, but he grimaced and continued knowing the lube, his 100% rigidity and her elasticity would make it possible. Sure enough, as Hannah let out a whine of protest, his cock suddenly kind of lurched in an inch. He then let gravity do the work, releasing her armpits. In a reflex action against the discomfort, Hannah put her hands down on the chair arms to support herself.
"Don't lift off," Sean hissed, positively throbbing at the buggery of child. He pulled down steadily on her shoulders. "We're nearly done."
Her little-girl arsehole felt like it coujld almost cut his penis in half, and Sean enjoyed this heated sheath for several more seconds before...
"Aieee, aughhhh!" His load abruptly surged from his cockhead inside her back passage. He sank his head back, closing his eyes, and lowered his hands to give her skinny flat chest an urgent grope. As the tingle of his emptying into her most crude and intimate place continued for several more seconds, he rubbed hard on the region her breasts would be in 3 or 4 years time. Hannah kept pulling faces of deep discomfort, but did not cry. "Shiiitttttt!" he exclaimed in pleasure. "Good girl. Good girl. Ahhhhhhhh."
His sighing subsided, and in her narrow rectum his cock twitched with the relief of its emptied semen-tube. He resisted the temptation to thrust hard up her bottom, as Hannah's reactions and his experience in the buggery of little girls told him he was at the limit of what she could take without injury. As it was, she might have a few mini tears that would heal of their own accord in a few days, and she might feel sore sitting down for a bit. Also, his cum would take about 3 days for all traces of it to drain away naturally: useful to remember, in case his activities came under suspicion.
After a couple of minutes, he lifted her soft arse off his penis, and breathed one last sigh. Sean was satisfied for tonight, even though his original plan had been to just cum any-old-how during the anal-fingering. Favourite Thing #11 had given way to Favourite Thing #1. No matter.
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