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Archive name: angie2.txt (M/f-pre, ped, affair)
Authors name: Friar Dave (no address)
Story title : Angie The Landlord's Daughter - 2

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Angie The Landlord's Daughter - 2 (M/f-pre, ped, affair)
by Friar Dave

***

When I woke, the light was already softening; evening 
was hurrying. I knew exactly where I was and who I was 
holding and I was starting to have second thoughts about 
this whole situation. I was, after all, laying in my bed 
with my (re-stiffening) cock buried in a 12-year-old. 
She was still nestled, spoon-style in my arms and one 
horny hand was cupping her small, left tit. The other 
arm held her from beneath.

I looked at her face in profile and realized just how 
beautiful she really was -- and how young. Not a young 
woman, not kid-young -- somehow, child-like. Her face 
was so innocent in repose! Yet I couldn't feel like a 
defiler. She'd enjoyed -- no, she'd craved and enjoyed -
- what she'd done with me, and she slept the sleep of 
satiation.

Something in the way her incredibly long, thick lashes 
slumbered against the lingering baby-fat of her cheek 
made her seem more vulnerable than any human could 
possibly be. Twelve. I tried to remember what my mindset 
had been in my twelfth year. JFK's assassination was a 
year in the future. The Mets still played in the Polo 
Grounds, while Mantle and Maris were cranking out homers 
with awesome regularity the year after Roger took the 
Babe's record. 

Only a fortunate few had ever heard of Dr. King. Stephen 
King had not yet dreamed of word processors. Subway 
tokens cost fifteen cents. Cars had anal and dorsal 
fins. Porterhouse steak was 89 cents a pound. There was 
no crack, no AIDS, no Uzi's being toted by myopic 14-
year-old kids in Bushwick. No Saddam, no Ayatollah and 
the Beatles hadn't hit, yet. No Viet Nam. I hadn't taken 
a life, yet.

Twelve. Innocent. Whacking off in the bathroom to Miss 
November. Drooling over Carol's knobs. (That's what we 
called them.) Copping a feel on the back of the arm by 
brushing against a girl's boob -- that was our idea of 
sexuality at twelve. 

I looked at that vulnerable, sleeping, trusting and 
lusting young woman-child-girl making a sound that might 
have qualified as a snore if "snore" weren't such a 
loud, harsh word compared with her soft, sweet sound, 
and I suddenly understood what had provided the 
mysterious super-vitamins or hormones that had enabled 
our -- hers, mine, your -- ancestors to render extinct 
the auroch -- the 14-foot-tall saber-toothed cave bear -
- 50,000 years before the invention of the Winchester: I 
would never let anyone, anything, anywhere harm her. In 
any way. Even if the offender killed me, I would come 
back from the pit of Hell to go after the mofo again. 
And again. As necessary. The auroch had threatened such 
as her; the auroch is no more.

Now I understood.

As I stared at her, she stirred, lusciously, in my arms. 
Her eyes were briefly unfocused, then her gaze betrayed 
uncertainty -- but never fear. Here I was, almost three 
decades older than her, my history-ignorant cock locked 
inside her, and she was still trusting.

Bring on them aurochs -- and light a candle for the 
suckers.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Howdyafeel?"

The eyelashes brushed the cheeks again, then fluttered 
butterfly-lovely up. "Exhausted, wonderful, happy, 
safe...loved?"

I kissed the nearest eyelid. "In a very real way, but 
not in the let's-get-married-way."

She laughed lightly, more than a giggle and less than a 
guffaw. "No kidding." The eyes de-focused for a moment, 
then: "It feels good having you still inside me." She 
pulled the boob-cupping hand close, then ducked her 
young, innocent face down and kissed it. "I used to... 
masturbate imagining what it would be like. You know 
what my favorite part of the fantasy was?"

"Waking up, cuddled."

"Cuddled," she confirmed, snuggling herself deeper into 
the cradle of my arms. "Is it always like this?"

"It should be."

She hugged me inside her. "I want to do this again -- 
lots!"

"But it will never be the same as the first time."

She pondered that, "After waiting and dreaming and 
thinking about it for so long... No. Never the same. 
Wanna hear something funny?"

"You're hungry?"

"How'd you guess?"


"Ummm...I am, too?" I nibbled lightly on her shoulder. 
Her nipple, already hardening, was suddenly rigid in my 
palm and her cunt squeezed me.

"You feel so big and hard inside me...and getting bigger 
and harder." Her breathing was becoming very shallow and 
her eyes half-closed. 

I moved my hips a little, pushing my dick deeper into 
her tight little pussy. She sighed deeply and shivered 
slightly in my arms. When I slowly pulled back, the 
tight fit created a suction. I slid my hand down lower 
and lightly rubbed her clit and she began grunting and 
shaking and rolling her lithe, young hips around.

I rolled her onto her stomach. She arched her taut, 
round young ass up at me, maintaining her pussy-lock on 
me. I was on all four's above her, my thighs outside 
hers, my elbows outside her shoulders -- keeping my 
weight completely off her. I began pumping slowly in and 
out of her -- and then suddenly drove into her as deeply 
as I could. With her legs together as they were, her 
narrow cunt was even tighter. When she came, it 
tightened still more and seemed bent on milking my cock. 
She was tossing her head from side to side on her neck, 
her hair flying as she sobbed into the pillow and pushed 
her little ass up all the more urgently at my cock.

Suddenly, I pulled out of her. She was still cumming as 
I rolled her onto her back. I took her ankles in my 
hands and raised and parted her legs. Her eyes were 
crazed and her lovely face, half-covered by her totally 
disheveled hair, was contorted with pleasure. Her 
nipples looked ready to burst, they were so swollen. I 
shifted my grip lower and rolled her back onto her 
shoulders, then jacked both hands under her. I dropped 
flat on the bed with my face between her upturned legs 
and fastened my mouth on her still-quivering pussy.

The effect was cataclysmic. As soon as my tongue hit her 
hugely engorged clitoris, she let loose a shrill whine 
so high-pitched I feared for the glassware in the house. 
Her juicy pussy clenched so tightly that she began to 
expel the brew of our mutual sauces right into my mouth 
-- not exactly spurts, but a steady oozing. I didn't 
mind the taste of semen (my own, fresh, that is) but her 
cunt wine was so delicious that I just wanted to drink 
her dry. If she could ever run dry.

Her climax was so strong that I didn't even mind the 
interruption of her velvet-vice little cunt on my 
achingly hard dick. This was just too tasty to pass up -
- not to mention that she was cumming so hard, it was 
very possible I was going to shoot off out of sympathy, 
sort of a "contact cum," I guess.

After a few minutes of this, I could tell from her 
movements that it was becoming a bit uncomfortable to be 
rolled into a 12-year-old ball of orgasm. I lowered her 
tiny ass to the bed and crawled up to hold her again. 
She shivered as if she were cold and kept jerking 
against me, abrupt half-doubling-up movements. One of 
these brought her thighs against my cock and her eyes 
widened slightly.

"You didn't get over," she breathed. Her voice was 
raspy.

"Not yet. There's time for that. I just wanted to enjoy 
making you cum like that."

"I want to make you cum, too, with my mouth," she 
clutched me and began kissing my chest and shoulders.

"You might not like the taste of your juices mixed with 
mine."

"You didn't mind."

I was about to tell her how much I enjoyed it but she 
was too quick for me. She reached down, sank a finger 
into her cunt -- hissing softly at the penetration -- 
and then put the sticky, slippery finger into her mouth. 
I almost came at the sight of this lovely ninth-grader 
sucking a finger covered with my cum and her pussy sauce 
into those soft, full lips.

"Tastes...kind of sharp and sweet." She smiled at me 
seductively and did a decent job of it, too. "I could 
get to like it."

She pushed at my shoulder till I got the message and 
rolled onto my back. The dick stuck almost straight up, 
throbbing in time with my pulse. And anticipation, no 
doubt.

She slithered down over me. We were both pretty well 
coated with perspiration and other Slippery Excretions. 
The sensation of her lithe, tautly curved, fresh young 
body sliding over me was exquisite. So were the little 
kisses and the way she swiped with her tongue.

She positioned herself straddling my right leg with her 
face at dick level. I suggested she turn around so we 
could do each other.

"Another time." She kissed my thigh, right near the 
crease. "I want to concentrate my first time doing this. 
What should I do?" She gripped the base of my dick with 
her small hand and squeezed. I groaned. She knew it was 
pleasure. She smiled and tossed her hair back with a 
rambunctious move of her head.

"Kiss and lick it," I managed to breath. "And whenever 
you're ready, just kind of slip it into you mouth -- 
suck it in the way you would suck in a piece of 
spaghetti."

She tinkled at that. "Some piece of spaghetti!" she 
intoned in a false-basso voice. 

Then she turned her head at an angle, leaned forward and 
kissed the side of my cock. She did it again and then 
again, moving up and down the length. She tried 
variations, letting the tip of her tongue part her lips 
and twirl lightly against my dick, and or doing little 
lip-nibbles along the underside.

I could feel her juice running out of her pussy, onto my 
leg. I could feel one nipple spiking into my thigh. I 
knew she was as excited by this as I was. Well, maybe 
not as excited as I was, but it was certainly turning 
her on.

I asked anyhow.

"I like how hard and hot it feels and I really like the 
way it kind of jumps and jerks when I make it feel 
good."

Then she raised her head and kissed my glans. Her lips 
opened slightly and her tongue began moving slowly on 
the sensitive flesh. Her eyelids were slowly closing and 
her little ass moved as she shifted her hips, restless. 
She very, very slowly pushed more of it into her mouth, 
sucking very hard all the way. I felt like my balls were 
going to melt or explode or shatter. She took about 
three inches before she reached her limit, then slowly 
sucked her way back off. She let the knob come out of 
her mouth with an audible *pop* before looking up at me.

Her face was a study in lust.

"Am I doing good?"

I reached down and caressed her face. She turned her 
mouth to kiss my palm, then looked back into my eyes.

"Angie," I said, and was surprised at how rusty my voice 
sounded. "Angie, take this as it is meant -- you may be 
the best, sweetest, natural-born cocksucker in history. 
I'm no teenager -- hell, I'll be thirty-four this year -
-- just came very hard in you less than an hour ago and 
you damn near made me cum in your mouth the first time 
you sucked me. Are you sure you never did this before?"

She smiled. "I'd probably have noticed."

"Enjoying it?"

Her eyes slowly closed and then reopened, halfway. "I 
love it. I wish I could swallow it all."

My dick throbbed at that.

"Don't even try it yet. You'll gag."

"I know." She seemed to resent it. She leaned forward 
and I watched her lick the tip of my dick. I almost 
screamed at the sensation. 

She said, "When you get ov... when you cum, what should 
I do? I mean, I hear it's better if I keep it in my 
mouth, but should I just suck, or suck up and down or 
jerk on you or what?"

"Anything, everything. Whatever you like. It'll feel 
great to me."

She smiled again, a cat-ate-the-canary smile. "I wanna 
suck you dry," she murmured and returned her mouth to my 
cock. She did what she'd done before, but this time she 
didn't release my dick on the upstroke. Instead, she 
suddenly began bobbing her head, sucking furiously and 
noisily. Then she slowed the movements. Then she lip-
nibbled my glans and all around the little scar tissue 
left over from circumcision. Then she returned to the 
rapid bobbing-suck, this time moving her head around 
into different angles.

When she reached up with one hand to lightly cup my 
balls, it was Game Time.

"Oh, geez, yeah, I'm --- AAAAAhhhhhh!" Or something 
intelligent like that.

As soon as she heard me and felt my cock swelling, Angie 
took me to her limit again. Her lips tightened and I 
could see her baby-fat cheeks concave as she sucked, 
literally sucked, the cum out of my cock.

I thought my entire genital area had melted. I felt an 
incredibly wonderful numbness spreading in my balls as 
the first long spurt surged into her mouth. I was 
totally limp otherwise, incapable of movement.

Then she swallowed noisily and sucked for more. She got 
it. The second shot was even stronger than the first and 
the pleasure was more intense. I swear, my balls were 
jerking so tightly I thought they were going to burrow 
back into my abdomen. Then she swallowed again and 
sucked for still more.

There was more. I fired again and thought I could hear 
her making an "Mmmmm" noise as I flooded her little 
mouth. With the hand on my dick she jerked down toward 
my abdomen, hard and demanding. She swallowed and kept 
sucking and jerking. I must have shot off four or five 
more times, with diminishing quantity, before she 
finally got the last of it. My cock was softening in her 
mouth and she used it as an opportunity to get more cock 
in her mouth. She used her tongue to dandle it, flipping 
my dick back and around -- and still sucking.

I felt as if I had never cum before in my life. It was 
like that first great orgasm, totally overwhelming. I 
was still buzzing from the pleasure when I managed to 
mumble, "C'mere."

She slithered quickly back up to me. She looked a little 
unsure at first, but then pressed her spermy lips to 
mine. I pulled her tighter to me and we kissed wetly and 
passionately. I could feel her torso undulating against 
me and ran my hand down her slim back, over the precious 
narrowness of her hips, across the impossibly hard, tiny 
mounds of her ass and let Badfinger rest on her cunt. I 
reached a little farther and found her clit and Bang! -- 
just like that, she came, writhing as she kissed me.

When she finally relented and nuzzled into my neck, she 
whispered, "I did pretty good, huh?"

"Honey, I don't think I've ever been sucked better. That 
was one of the best orgasms of my life. And you know 
what made it even better?"

"Um-um," she um-umed into my neck.

"I could tell you were enjoying it."

She pulled her head back and looked at me. "I really 
did. I liked feeling you move, so hard and thick and all 
in my mouth and the way you swelled up even more and 
then I could tell how good it felt for you when I was 
sucking you down and the way your stuff just fired into 
my mouth -- oooo!"

I wondered if she was going to cum again.

"How'd you like the taste?"

She made a face. "That, I'm not crazy about. Or really, 
the..."

"Consistency?"

She brightened. "Yeah! If it was thicker or thinner, but 
just in between..." Then she looked worried. "I don't 
mean to hurt your feelings!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Really, the taste wasn't bad, just the consistency. 
Kind of salty, though."

"When a guy cums a couple of times in a row, the first 
one is going to be thicker."

"Oh, yeah?" And I could almost hear her turning that one 
over in her head: So, the next time, suck him off first, 
and then fuck him.

She snuggled down against me again, then suddenly bobbed 
up. "And it made me so hot! I almost wish we could do it 
again right away, you know, you inside me."

"I need a little recovery time."

"Me, too." She snuggled down again, then the head came 
right back up. "You know Leslie, my friend, the really 
pretty blonde?"

"Just to say hello; I know who she is." And who she was. 
Leslie was this cute, slender 13-year-old who, in the 
last six months, had either been taking Huge Tit pills 
or who had divided a melon and had the halves grafted to 
her chest.

"Well, Leslie, you know, does it with her boyfriend and 
the way she talks, it's like this chore you have to do 
to get a boyfriend who has a car. Hell, this is fun!"

"I like to hope so."

"I should tell her what it's like to make it with a man, 
not some kid and she'd..."

"Cripes, Angie, don't even think about it. Do you have 
any idea what would happen to me?"

"You'd get in trouble, right?"

"I'd be killed." 

She frowned.

"You are twelve years old. I would go to jail for 
statutory rape, at best. I'd be known as a baby-raper -- 
inside, they call it 'short eyes.' I would be killed by 
the other convicts. Killed ugly. Very ugly. Angie, you 
can kill me -- if you tell anyone."

She looked truly concerned. "You mean it, don't you? It 
really scares you?"

I nodded.

"Even though I wanted you to do it? You'd still..."

I nodded again.

"That's nuts."

I kissed her forehead. "You are a very, very rare young 
woman. You are smart, poised, wise and mature beyond 
your years. Way beyond. And I know you're a loving and 
trustworthy person. And I still hesitated before coming 
in here to make love with you, even though I was so hot 
for your sexy body so much that my balls hurt. If you 
were Leslie..."

"With her big tits."

"Yours are perfect. If you were Leslie with her big 
tits, I wouldn't have let her in the door. I might have 
loaned her the books, but I wouldn't so much as shaken 
her hand. You're very different and very special."

She made a face. "Yeah, like if Leslie came up here and 
said she wanted you to, uh, fuck her brains out, you'd 
turn her down."

"I'd slam the door in her face."

She stared at me. Then: "You really mean it."

"I'm trusting you, which I don't do much, and I'm 
trusting you with my life, which I pretty much never do. 
Yes, I damn well mean it."

She kissed my face, all over, dozens of times, and 
whispered, "I would never, ever, do anything that would 
even take the littlest chance of hurting you in the 
smallest way. Never."

I hugged her to me, because she'd just said what I 
already knew. We cuddled like that, all entangled, for a 
long time. After a little of it, I felt her breath slow 
and her little body relax and fit itself to mine. I was 
lightly caressing her and marveling at her loveliness 
and tiny perfection, when I dozed off, too.

But not for long.


Continued in part 3...

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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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