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Authors name: Friar Dave (no address)
Story title : Angie The Landlord's Daughter - 1
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Angie The Landlord's Daughter - 1 (M/f-pre, ped, affair)
by Friar Dave
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She was nine when I moved in, a spidery little kid, all
gawky and self-conscious as only a city kid can be. And
she was bright and sweet and unaffected. She was the
landlord's daughter, and the fact that such a neat kid
would be in my new apartment building was one reason I
took the place.
The trouble started three years later, when she was 12.
"Hi. This is Angie."
(As if I might not recognize her voice. Sure, she'd been
less likely to spend time chatting with the old guy on
the fourth floor in the last year -- especially the last
few months -- but that was okay. And her voice was
immediately recognizable, nonetheless.)
"I have to do this paper for school on volcanoes and I
was wondering if it would be okay if I looked at some of
the books you have." (She knew about the book
collection, because she'd seen it.)
"So, like, if it's no hassle, let me know when you get a
chance, okay? The paper is due Monday. Thanks." (I was
listening to the recording on my answering machine on
Thursday night.)
On my way out the next morning, I slid a note under the
door of the owner's apartment saying Saturday, around
noon, would be fine. My Main Squeeze was out of the
country on vacation and if Angie needed more time or
help, Saturday would be no problem.
I made a mental note to clean up the place when I got
home from work Friday night -- I like to sleep in on
Saturdays -- so it would be presentable when Angie came
up to raid the books. I had several books on volcanology
-- it fascinated me when I was in my twenties -- as well
as the encyclopedia (Britannica).
In truth, I was delighted that I had stuff that could
help a good, bright kid get a solid grade. Really. That
was it. I mean -- sure, the baby fat was melting away
and a very pretty girl was emerging, but she was still
very much A Kid, so nothing else occurred to me.
This is, I was later to learn, a sign of encroaching
senility.
Saturday afternoon, 12:10 p.m., there's a knock at the
door. I'm mostly awake. I've had two cups of The Elixir
of Life (a.k.a., "coffee") and a bowl-and-a-half of
Borkum Riff. This is as awake as I should ever *have* to
be at ten after noon on a Saturday.
Angie. Telling me how much she appreciates my help and
many promises not be a problem and cute as can be in her
HUGE oversized sweatshirt and spray-on Gitanos. I note -
- not being dead -- that she has a very cute and sexy
and well-formed butt inside that denim and tell myself
that somewhere out there in Brooklyn, Queens or the rest
of the Tri-State Metropolitan Area, there is an
incredibly lucky 12 or 13 year old boy who doesn't know
that this butt has his name on it -- or will.
I simply smiled and told her of my genuine pleasure at
her use of the books and pointed to the living room,
which is where the Library Wall lives and lived. For
myself, I planned to finish that second pipe-bowl and
drink more coffee. Lot's More Coffee. (This is a
prescribed response to going out for "a couple" of beers
with journalist friends on Friday night.) I suggested
she open the windows wide, if she liked, since it was a
typical weird April and the temperature was already near
75 degrees, and the smell of the pipe might bother her.
"Oh, I really like the way it smells!"
Which is one of the reasons I like kids. They think
pipes are neat, usually. They are fascinated by the
little rituals of the pipe -- the packing with rich,
savory tobacco, the careful double-lighting, the tamping
of the tobacco.
Angie started with the Brit-3 (logical) and soon had
four volumes scattered on the floor. I went on-line and
picked up some E-Mail packets. While I was downloading,
I refilled the More Coffee Cup. Came back in and started
answering mail, then looked up to find her watching me.
Great big hazel eyes and sun-lightened hair falling in
riotous curls around her round, pretty face. Very pretty
face. Looking at Angie, it was easy to understand why
the first Spaniards in the New World had been smitten by
the Aztec women (Angie's folks are from Ecuador and
Puerto Rico).
"What's up?"
"The encyclopedia is great, but we're not supposed to
just use one book or encyclopedia."
"No problem." I stood and padded, barefoot, behind her
into the living room. Barely 12, Angie was small even
for that -- maybe 4-foot-6 -- and not even the luscious
twitching of her butt in the Gitanos could dispel the
awareness that she was a kid. A smart, pretty -- maybe
even sexy -- kid. But a kid. I kept telling myself that
as I stood, towering behind her, in front of the stacks
and pulled books for her. I had several on volcanology,
tectonic plates and morphology.
In the meantime, volumes of Brit-3 were scattered all
over the living room floor, with a liberal leavening of
pages from her notebook covered with semi-legible
scrawls.
Naturally, though she was supposed to do the research
and writing on the paper, it took a good -- oh, fifteen
minutes before I was crawling around the living room
floor with her, finding and marking passages that would
be useful and relevant.
Crawling around on the floor is precisely when the
trouble started. I was just riffling the pages of THE
HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA (about Project MoHo) for a
useful explanatory section when I looked up and found
myself confronted with her jean-clad butt. She was
crouched over something else, reading, but as she read
she was moving that cute, round little ass in small
circles.
I was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of nine-year-
old jeans and nothing else. Seeing her hard little ass,
the way the denim of the jeans crept between her cheek
and the split of her cunt and -- oddly, most of all --
the little line of bare flesh just above her waist,
where her shirt had crept up...well, it was instant,
embarrassing boner time.
This was a KID, fer cryin' out loud!
I cleared my throat and said, "Angie, please sit on the
couch or something."
"Huh?"
"Waving your butt in front of my face is a bit awkward
for me." (Yes, I really do talk that way. Sue me.)
Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me
over her shoulders, hazel eyes bright with mischief and
mirth. "What's the matter, Dave? Too hot for ya?" She
wiggled for effect.
"That -- and too young. Stop it."
She arched her back and swiveled her butt still more.
"You mean this? Or what?"
"Or I'll take a great big bite out of your ass."
She giggled and flashed me a Dare You look and thrust
her butt back at me.
I reached out with both hands, grabbed her denim-clad
hips, leaned forward and bit lightly on her right cheek.
Very lightly, since the denim was tight and her ass
flesh was tighter, leaving no excess to grip.
Angie squealed and shivered slightly, so I bit the other
butt-cheek.
"Ooooh -- you'll never get me to stop that way!"
I squeezed her hips and she shivered again. "Maybe the
jeans are too tight," she said and I heard a click --
followed by a zzzzzip! The jeans loosened. Then they
began to slide down.
"What the hell -- stop it, Angie!"
"Uh-uh. I know what I'm doing and I know what I want."
Jeans still sliding -- pink rayon was coming into view -
- and her voice suddenly softer and huskier.
"What do you want?"
"What your girlfriends get that makes them moan and
scream so loud that I can hear them down in my bedroom."
Shit. I'd thought that with the window and drapes closed
and the pillow as a muffler, the cries wouldn't be
audible -- certainly not all the way down the airshaft
to the second floor bedroom of an over-sexed, barely
pubescent pre-teen.
"And you think you're ready for this?"
The jeans reached the back of her thighs. There was a
growing wet spot in the tight crotch of the tight pink
panties (which had a little yellow heart on one side).
She was certainly ready physically.
"You bet my ass, I'm ready," she murmured.
"Convince me." My hands trembled as I took them off her
lithe, rounded little hips.
"How?"
I knelt up straight and she turned to sit on that cute
butt, staring at me as she skinned the jeans the rest of
the way off.
"Go into my bedroom, take off your clothes, lay on the
bed and masturbate."
She frowned.
"What?"
"I'll come in and watch you. If you're ready for this,
then you sure as hell won't mind me seeing you rub
yourself."
She stood slowly, knees quivering. "Promise?"
I nodded. She nodded back, then stepped around me,
shapely young legs flashing inches from my eyes, and
headed for my bedroom.
I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating
what I was getting into. Something too young, yet
obviously mature enough to know what she wanted. My
cock, however, was contemplating only one thing and it
won the debate.
Slowly, I stood and went into the bedroom. She lay atop
the covers, naked, eyes closed, one hand moving between
her rounded thighs, the other toying with the small
mounds of her breasts and the stiff little spikes of her
nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of
her juices was rich in the room.
She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You
promised..."
I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I
stretched out next to her on the bed. "Have you done
this before?"
"With a boy? No."
"It'll hurt, the first time."
"No it won't. I had an accident on a bike a long time
ago." Her eyes unfocused and she moaned. Her hand was
moving faster between her legs. "Please, don't make me
wait..."
I leaned down and kissed her soft, sweet lips. She may
not have fucked before, but she sure as hell had done
some practice kissing. Her lips were demanding and her
tongue was expert and she savored the kiss as much as I
did. When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the
line of her jaw, then her ears and finally started
working down over her soft throat and chest.
Her hand went to the back of my head, guiding my mouth
to her little tits. They were unbelievably sweet and
vulnerable, so small and fresh. Her skin was smooth and
very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when she felt
me take one into my mouth, gently sucking and then
tonguing, she gasped and pulled my face down fiercely
onto her young boob.
At the same time, I moved one hand down over her belly,
caressing her abdomen and hips and thighs. She was short
enough that I could easily reach all the way down her
constantly moving legs to her taut calves. When my
fingertips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh,
she gasped and hunched down at my hand. I evaded.
"C'mon, c'mon, touch me..." she moaned. "Make me get
over!"
My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand.
She had both hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair
as my lips descended first on one hip, then the other. I
trailed my tongue down to the unlined crease of her
thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. The fragrance
was incredible -- clean and rich and sweet.
She opened her thighs wider and tried to trap my head
between them. I used both hands to hold them apart as I
repositioned myself between her legs, belly down and
ready for lunch.
There wasn't a hair on her mound and the tiny slit,
though glistening, was pink and swollen. Her clitoris,
fully engorged, protruded cleanly above the petite
labia.
I blew softly across the tightly pressed lips and she
gasped loudly and tried to drag my mouth onto her. I let
her win that one -- gradually. I licked the tip of my
tongue around and around the compressed lips of her
fledgling cunt and only slowly drew the spirals in.
When I pressed my tongue flat against her cunt and
licked slowly up, she began to hump at me and grunt
rhythmically. When the tip of my tongue caught the
underside of her swollen clit, she began to moan --
loudly. And when I finally flicked over her tiny
trigger. She whined and came. And she came hard,
grinding her cunt down on my mouth so I could feel her
pulsing.
I worked my hands under her butt and grabbed -- and
covered -- one perfect cheek with each hand. I held her
up to my mouth and let my tongue go nuts on her. She
came again and then again, her whines getting louder and
more prolonged and sometimes almost intelligible words.
I ate her for as long as I could stand it.
There was one more step to get her completely caught up
in her own lusts, though. I withdrew my hands from under
her clenching little ass and placed one finger at the
entrance of her cunt. Slowly, carefully, I pried open
her lips and found the tiny opening. She was
unbelievably wet, but also unbelievably tight. And hot.
As I kept licking at her, I rotated my hand and eased my
finger inside her, palm up. Her cunt clenched on my
finger and she emitted a soft scream of pleasure as she
rammed her hips down onto the digit. She immediately
started a fucking motion, pausing ever few seconds to
cum again -- holding her self all the way down and
contracting her cunt violently on my finger.
I moved the fingertip inside her and put my other hand
on her abdomen, just above her bare little pubis. I
pushed down with the hand and felt the swollen, pulsing
bundle of nerves on the upper part of her vagina with
the inserted finger -- and began massaging.
"OH SHIT!" she screamed and then she really began
cumming. Uncontrollable spasms of pleasure wracked her
small body. Her scream was suddenly muffled -- she had
grabbed a pillow for the purpose -- but intensified in
strength and tone as I continued to massage her G-spot
and lick her swollen clitoris. Her belly muscles rippled
and her cunt spasmed wildly, milking the finger, as she
came.
I kept it up for a few more minutes and she never so
much as paused in her orgasms. When I finally withdrew
the finger and stopped the oral ministrations, she lay
tensed and still cumming on the bed. After a few
seconds, she calmed to an occasional shudder of pleasure
and limply pushed the pillow off her face. Her eyes were
wet and her cheeks were damp. There was a small spot of
blood on her lower lip where she had bitten it.
She managed to focus her open, crazed eyes on me as I
knelt between her legs. Her lips moved, but no words
came out at first. She swallowed loudly and finally
whispered, "I never imagined I could get over like that!
I feel like it's still happening!" She sounded amazed.
"How did you learn to *do* that?"
"Extensive research and all the practice I could get.
Ready for part two?"
I shuffled forward on my knees between her shaking
thighs, old Mr. Pecker leading the way.
"I don't want to get pregnant," she whispered.
"Vasectomy."
"But I don't want to, you know, catch anything."
"Tested and cleared for all diseases. Relax, Angie; do
you really think I'd take a chance with either?"
She shook her head slightly. "No, it's just last-minute
jitters."
I reached down to slide one finger over her tiny pussy
and she shook again.
"Get in me, please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs
opening and raising toward me.
I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable
little slit and was suddenly beset with doubts. She was
so small! Even my average-size cock looked too big for
her labia, let alone the tiny opening I knew was inside.
But as soon as the knob was against her, she began
swiveling those narrow hips, with their meager traces of
lingering baby-fat, trying to screw her cunt onto my
dick. Her legs went around my waist and she started
humping herself up at me.
I worked my glans into the grip of her tiny pussy lips,
the put my hand under her tautly upturned little ass. I
pressed into her gently, rotating my hips to find the
angle and the opening.
Suddenly, she groaned out an "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" and
pulled at me fiercely. I took this as a hint and pressed
harder and felt an unreal constriction begin at the head
of my cock. Bit by tortuous bit, I was sliding into her,
the tiny pussy hard and tight around me. The knob
suddenly was all the way into the miniature opening and
we both groaned.
She looked up at me and asked, "Is it all the way in?"
Then she looked down and saw there was plenty more. "Oh,
damn, more-more-more..." She began bucking her hips up
at me while her hands came up around my neck. She was
trying to pull me into her and pull her onto me. I did
my best to help.
Slowly, so very damned slowly, I sank into her a little
more, then pulled back and pushed again. I saw her tiny,
swollen pussy lips stretched thin around my shaft. Her
cunt lips seemed to implode each time I pressed into
her. She seemed to be loosening inside, but not a hell
of a lot.
When three-quarters of my dick was buried in her, I
pulled back almost all the way -- and pounded into her
as hard as I could. Once. It must have taken fifteen
seconds, but I finally got all the way into her. I felt
something inside her lurch against the end of my
constricted cock and she gasped as her pussy was pushed
deep enough to take all of me. I felt her petite pubis
against the bony ring at the base of my cock and I
ground against her -- and then felt her cunt begin
spasming.
It was like rings of muscle rippling the length of my
dick. It felt like her cunt was sucking at me. I knew I
wasn't going to last long in this little twat's grip. I
began working my dick back and forth in her taking it
out halfway, then pressing back in and tightening my
muscles to make my dick twitch inside her at its
deepest.
Slowly, she began rocking in motion with me and then she
started rocking and rolling, her hips pumping
demandingly. The moans began again and quickly became
soft screams. I handed her the pillow and she clutched
it to her face and started wailing again.
"I want to get really deep in you, Angie," I said as I
pumped her. "Really deep."
She howled into the pillow.
I paused and untangled her legs. With my dick still
locked halfway into her, I shifted her legs and
repositioned her on her side, with me straddling one
small thigh. I pulled her other, upper knee up till her
thighs was against her abdomen. I could feel her tighten
and shorten on my cock. I reached between her legs with
one hand and put my palm over that magic spot just above
her pubis. With the other hand, I pressed her cheeks,
right over her tiny anus. Then I picked her up in my
hands and began ramming.
Her screams this time were purely animal as she came and
came. I was holding her off the bed and fucking her up
and down on my cock as I jack-hammered my hips at her.
Her legs and arms were completely limp and whenever she
paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear her
tiny pussy sucking at my pistoning cock. She was cumming
non-stop, now, completely possessed by orgasm, and when
I finally slipped the tip of my index finger into her
little asshole, she lost it. Her limp arms and legs
quivered uncontrollably and her cunt seemed to be in
one, long spasm. I could feel the contractions through
her belly, as well as on my cock and the butt-reaming
finger.
My balls tightened and the buzz spread through my
crotch. My dick swelled in her and I jammed it to the
limits and held it there. Her tightness squeezed me so
much that I came in one prolonged, almost agonizingly
restricted stream. She screamed all the louder and tried
to hunch herself harder against me, as if to seal me
inside her frantic pussy. It felt like she was siphoning
the cum out of me, and the admixture of her juices and
my hot semen was bathing my cock in sensations I'd never
known before.
When the last of it was out of my cock, she was still
grinding against me, getting the last pleasures as my
dick very, very slowly receded inside her. I lowered her
hips gently to the now-rumpled bedcovers and slowly
withdrew my finger from her newly violated back door. I
removed the pillow and carefully shifted until she was
stretched out on her side, in the cradle of my arms. We
nestled like spoons, my cock still trapped in her
twitching little pussy. I leaned over and kissed her ear
and the side of her face. Her cheeks were wet and she
was sobbing. With each sob, her cunt contracted on me
and her belly rippled under the hand cradling it; I knew
they were sobs of pleasure.
"You are so beautiful and sexy," I murmured. "And you
made me feel fantastic. That was so beautiful, seeing
and feeling you cumming like that. I love it."
"I never knew..." she began. "I feel totally wasted,
yet, still like, buzzed, you know? Is it -- do you
always make it feel so good all those ways?"
"I try, baby, I try. And there are a lot more ways."
"Yeah, and I want 'em all."
"With you on top of me and sucking each other at the
same time."
"I want to learn how to do that with my mouth, make you
feel that good."
"Sounds good to me. And there's other openings, too."
"I never knew it could feel so good to have something in
my ass! Wouldn't it hurt to have a dick up there?"
"It shouldn't, if we do it slowly, and carefully, and
gently -- would you like that?"
"I want to try it. Would you like it?"
My cock lurched inside her at the thought. She clenched
down on me and giggled softly. "Yeah, I guess you
would..."
"But right now, we cuddle. And then we finish your
paper."
"Oh, I finished it Tuesday -- when I knew my folks would
be away this weekend and your girlfriend would still be
out of town."
"You planned this? Like that?"
She turned her bright, womanly, lovely 12-year-old face
to me and smiled hazily. "What do you think, lover?"
I kissed her and we softly dozed off together, wrapped
up in each other's arms and closeness.
Continued in part 2...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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