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Robin (Mf, rom, ped, 1st, oral)
by Norman E. Maylor (normanemaylor@hotmail.com)
Having attained the advanced age of 50, and having
achieved virtually every personal goal I have set for
myself in life, I suffer from the stark realization
that I have failed where I most wanted success. When I
was an impressionable youth of 14, I fell madly in love
with a bright and beautiful charmer of 12.
In those days my newly acquired testosterone was
boiling over in an intense brew of sexual passion mixed
with genuine affection for the girl, who was, in fact,
a first cousin. But the unavoidable fact that she was
too young and too closely related did not stem my
fantasies, which at times were so intensely real that I
could scarcely discern them from reality.
She was impossibly beautiful, far smarter than I, and
so sexually attractive to me that the mere act of
talking to her about anything raised my sexual desire
for her to near orgasmic levels. It is perhaps
fortunate that I never had the chance to taste her
charms. I am certain that I could not have handled it.
Premature ejaculation was named for such an occasion.
This unrequited sexual passion for an innocent child
like my long departed cousin has stayed with me since.
As a mature man and sophisticated businessman, I have
constantly over the years found myself admiring the
young ones. I was never really interested in Bridget
Bardot, but was secretly fascinated with her 12-year-
old daughter. I don't know if Bridget Bardot has a
child. It's just an example to make a point. A sickness
to be sure, but an undeniable urge that defies control
of any kind.
For these past 36 years I have sought her, with no
success. I hate to admit this, I was never even close.
I have struck up conversations with beautiful young
princesses on many occasions over the years. They love
me. I am handsome and gentle. I am attentive. I am
charming. But how does one actually seduce a child? And
if one is appropriately seduced, how and where does one
do the deed? I am not into violence. I could never hurt
the one thing I love and desire with such devotion. So
how does one convince a child to do what must be done?
And if convinced, how would one deal with the stark
reality of having to accomplish the near impossible
logistics of making love to her?
And so it was that I had essentially given up the
quest. I am single and lonely. I am old. I will never
find my young princess. I will die counting my money
and dreaming of her much as I did when I was 14. So
little has changed.
And then it happens. I book a direct flight from Dallas
to Honolulu for a brief respite from the daily grind. I
have the window seat for this marathon flight of nine
hours. Being in First Class, only one seat is beside
me, and as I hand my bag to the attendant, the most
precious face I have ever seen stares up at me. I guess
her age at 10, but she is actually 12, just a little
small for her age. She has an angelic face, and
strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She
is so delicate I can clearly see each tiny vein that
wanders across her porcelain skin.
Sitting on the opposite side of the isle is obviously
her mother. A beautiful woman of perhaps 35, she looks
just like the child. Every eye in the cabin is on Mom
except two and they belong to me. The little one has
already totally captivated me. The bright eyes are
clearly sizing me up. I lock on to those amazing baby
blues and the most incredible smile spreads across her
face. I am in love. I can scarcely breathe.
Her mother asks me if I will trade seats, but before
she can get the words from her mouth, the child
interrupts. No, this arrangement is fine. Being across
the isle from Mom is perfect. The gentleman obviously
prefers the window seat. I actually prefer the isle,
but not tonight.
She is perfect in every detail. She is wearing a
bright yellow light cotton pullover and loose fitting
cotton shorts. She is an angel. She is the most
alluring female I have ever seen. She smells like grape
bubble gum and her mother's Chanel perfume. She looks
at me again as I buckle in, her eyes making direct and
intimate contact with mine. That smile! My God, what a
smile!
She begins to talk in a small intimate voice. She is
not bashful. She takes 130 Pokemon cards from a bright
pink carrying case and begins to explain the characters
and the symbols to me one by one as we lift into the
sky. I listen intently. I have no idea what she is
talking about. I don't care. I nod knowingly. I have
never been so interested in anything in my life. I have
never made eye contact like this before with anyone.
Each time she looks down at a card, and then locks her
gaze back on my eyes, my heart skips. She has cast a
spell over me. I don't feel at all normal. She tells me
every detail from each of the 130 cards. Then when she
has milked the cards for every conceivable piece of
conservation, she turns to her life. She has two
sisters who are too young to make the trip. They are
with Grandma. Her Mom and Dad are divorced. Mom is
meeting a boyfriend in Hawaii. He is already there.
Her Dad lives in California. She misses him. In reality
she scarcely knows him. She has not seen him in well
over a year. She doesn't really like the boyfriend. He
is mean to her she says. When she has finished with her
family, we begin taking inventory of each scar on her
incredibly beautiful little body. She must be accident-
prone. The scars are numerous, but it's a blessing
because she is talking to me. Mom asks Robin several
times to leave the poor man alone. I quickly protest. I
am in heaven. We have been talking for two hours. I
wish it would never end. Then the improbable happens.
She removes a rainbow notebook and a little pink pen
from her treasure box. She writes me a note. "I wish
you were my Dad." She hands me the pen and the pad. "I
wish you were my little girl too." She takes the pad
back. "Do you like me?" There are two boxes marked yes
and no. I check yes. She writes one more note. "I
like you very very much." I write back. "Me too."
It is late and almost everyone else on the plane is
asleep. Our reading lights are the only lights still on
in the plane. It is cold. The stewardess offers a
blanket and pillows. Robin is obviously tired. I help
her with her blanket. She curls up in her seat. Her
head is on my shoulder. Under the blanket I find her
hand. We hold hands for a long while. With my other
hand I stroke her bare arm softly. My erection is
painful. Then I take the biggest chance of my life.
I slowly move her little hand to my lap. Shaking
noticeably, I put it on my erection so she can feel my
excitement for her. She does not recoil. To my
amazement she slowly, almost imperceptibly massages my
aching penis through my slacks. Under the blanket I am
safe. It is dark. Can this be happening? Then very very
gradually, she finds my zipper and slowly she moves it
down. It sticks, but I help her. She pretends to be
asleep. Very slowly, her hand moves inside my pants and
finds my naked passion. She very carefully frees me
from the confines of my pants and slowly strokes me. I
am amazed and fearful, but out of control. I could not
stop this if we went in a steep dive toward the
Pacific.
I cannot control myself. I come hard and long. My cock
surges four, then five times, pumping copious amounts
of passion from by aching balls. My plentiful semen is
thankfully contained within the blanket, but the sweet
smell of it is overpowering. Surely everyone on the
plane knows that someone on the plane has ejaculated
recently. Very slowly, my penis deflates but she
continues to stroke me until I am hard again. The
sticky semen does not seem to bother her. She is using
it to lubricate me. I become rigid again and her motion
is more urgent.
Then, prematurely, I come again. I sadly put everything
back in place. I hold her wet sticky hand in mine
again, trying to dry it with the airline's blanket.
Then we both sleep. Could this be real or am I
dreaming? Surely this precious child did not just jack
me off under a blanket, not ten feet from her mother.
We are on final approach. The cabin is astir with
activity. Robin is putting together her stuff, but she
stops to write a note. "Did you like?" I respond. "More
than anything in the world! You are wonderful."
She smiles at me warmly again.
She writes again. "I will find out what hotel. Come to
see me." I respond. "OK." Just as we are standing to
exit, Mom says to me, "We are at the Hilton. Where are
you?" I am not at the Hilton, but I tell her where I
am. "We'll call you," she says. "Robin is quite taken
with you." If she only knew.
I take a cab to my hotel, but I don't check in. I call
the Hilton. They have a cancellation. I have a room. At
the Hilton, I check in, and as soon as I am in my room
I call. Robin answers the phone. "Hey" she says, her
voice small and sexy in a childish sort of way. "My Mom
wants to talk to you." Does she know? Has Robin bared
her soul? I am shaking in fear of the inevitable
discovery.
"Oh, I'm so glad you called. My friend and I are
scheduled to do a car tour of the island tomorrow, but
Robin doesn't want to go. All she wants is to lay
around the pool and maybe go to the beach. Could you
take care of her for the day? Would it be too much of
an imposition? She really seems to like you. You two
just got along so famously."
And so Robin's Mom delivers her to my web. After all
these years of dreaming, and scheming, it may happen. I
say "Of course. You can leave Robin with me anytime.
We're pals." I will not sleep a wink all night. I am up
pacing. I take a walk on the beach at 3AM.
At 8AM sharp the knock comes to my door. It is Robin.
She has on a one-piece form-fitted bright yellow Lycra
swimsuit. She also has on a pair of green shorts over
the suit, and flip-flops. In her left hand is a beach
towel and in her right hand, her pink plastic box of
treasures. Her hair is pulled tight into her ponytail.
She has on a thick pink lip-gloss and her nose is
covered with sunscreen. Mom is nowhere to be found, too
busy to deliver Robin to my door. "Hey" Robin says in a
matter of fact manner that totally belies the enormity
of the moment. "They will come get me about 6" she
says. "So what are we going to do?"
She plops down on the bed, and then jumps up quickly to
turn on the TV. There's a cool cartoon on she says. She
wants to see the rest of the show. She finds the
correct channel, and then positions herself on the bed
so her face is staring directly at the TV as she lies
on her stomach. She is beautiful beyond description. I
shuffle around the room aimlessly. The finally I sit
beside her and put my hand on her shoulder, but she
doesn't even look up at me. We watch the cartoon. It
goes on forever. I cannot breathe.
Suddenly, after what seems an eternity, as the closing
credits scroll on the TV, Robin suddenly rolls to her
side and looks directly at me. Her beauty is
astonishing. Her eyes are on me intently. I ask her
what she is thinking. "I'm thinking" she says in her
most precocious tone "that you are wasting a lot of
time."
"What do you want to do?" I ask, my voice literally
cracking. "Well, I would like to see you naked!" She
replies. She has broken the ice for me. I laugh out
loud and take her in my arms. I am sitting on the end
of the bed and I pull her up into my lap. Our lips
touch lightly. I lick her lips and her little tongue
touches mine. She melts into my arms as we begin the
kiss, a kiss that will last most of the day. I just
want to swallow her, and make her part of my body.
Kissing is something that Robin was born to do. Our
tongues intertwine in a ritual dance and we breathe
together as one. When we first break apart for a
breath, she quickly locks lips with me again and we
resume voraciously trying to consume each other. This
child is a passionate being. This is coming direct from
her soul. She is only 12, but she has instincts many
twice her age do not have.
The kiss becomes a licking session. I gently lick her
face and then she licks mine. I suck on her ear and she
returns the favor. She is a very quick learner. As she
licks my ear she whispers to me in soft tones and
exhales her hot breathe loudly. I must undress her, and
it must be now! I kiss the nape of her neck softly and
lower each strap of the Lycra suit, wetly kissing every
inch of exposed skin.
I am having trouble getting the top of the suit down,
and she helps me. I kiss her delicate skin and suck
eagerly on each taut little nipple. She has not the
slightest hint of breasts, but her nipples are things
of extravagant beauty. My lips and tongue caress them
each slowly, carefully savoring the feel and texture.
I cannot see her face, but she moans softly. My hand
moves slowly up her soft inner thigh and massages her
just next to the place of her greatest mystery. I feel
the Lycra against my knuckles as I knead her satin
flesh. I cannot finish undressing her like this, so I
lift her effortlessly by the waist and stand her
between my legs.
She has a dreamy, almost intoxicated look about her as
I lower her shorts and then peel down the tight fitting
suit until it crumples onto the floor. My precious baby
child is naked and ready for me to worship her body.
We kiss again, a long and breathless embrace. Her
saliva tastes like sweet wine to me and I relish its
taste, smacking my lips to hers. I literally want to
consume this child. It is only 8:40 AM. This will truly
be a day to remember. Robin's cute naked body is before
me, to touch, to kiss, to savor to the last drop. She
is eager to have me love her. Her face is painted with
intense childish passion. She is enjoying her body and
her new friend. I will make this as good for her as is
humanly possible.
I want her to remember this day with fondness as one of
the best of her life. I hold her incredibly tight
little ass in my hands and knead her perfect flesh
gently. I massage her naked pussy softly in my hand.
We kiss. Oh, how we kiss! Robin loves the kiss. She is
now the aggressor. She is very excited. I can feel her
trembling softly under my gentle touch and my wet
kisses. We are both in intense heat. Suddenly she is a
precocious little girl again. "You're not naked yet!"
she says in a stilted almost comical way, which is her
unique style. She will one day be an actress perhaps.
I stand and quickly remove my t-shirt, slacks and
boxers. My cock stands out at last, free from the
binding confines of my shorts. I was blessed with a
nice cock and she admires it openly. She puts her hands
on her hips, and in her most practiced and dramatic
voice says " I hope you don't think you can get THAT in
this little hole", pointing to her adorable naked
little pussy. "No, Sweety," I reply, " I don't think we
should do that today. I'm afraid it will hurt you.
There's plenty we can do to have fun together."
She replies "Like?"
I quickly position her on the bed. She is sprawled
naked before me. I make her ready for worship as I
arrange her beautiful limbs. Never has there been a
more beautiful child. Her naked splendor makes me feel
weak. I am shaking like a leaf as I slowly begin to
lick and suck every inch of her. I begin with her
delicate toes. Her toenails are painted a horrid
purple, each with a gold sprinkled star in the center,
but each toe is a beautiful and sensuous instrument of
my pleasure. She giggles and jerks about as I suck each
lovely digit in turn. I lick up each leg carefully
stopping on her velvet thigh just short of her hairless
pussy lips. Then I begin on her sensational little
nipples. I suck on each very hard, nibbling with my
tongue and my teeth as I suspend my body over her. My
cock is aching with desire for her, but I am careful
not to touch her with it yet. After I have feasted on
her nipples I trail my tongue down her stomach. I
tongue fuck her adorable navel. She is squirming
mightily under the touch of my tongue. She is
ticklish.
Finally I am there. My face hovers over her velvet
mound. The lips of her little girl pussy are a
beautiful sight. There is no hair on her. She is
completely smooth. I open my mouth and place it
completely over her mound. My tongue then slowly licks
her slit. She tastes to me like the finest French wine.
She is so squirmy I must hold her down. The touch of my
rough tongue to her tiny clitoris makes her jerk in a
combination of surprise and pleasure. She feels me
intensely. I look up at her. There is a look of passion
and near concern on her little face. She is biting her
lip, but she smiles. This is all new. She knows not
what to expect.
I try to suck on her beautiful little clit. It is very
small but I feel it grow in my mouth. She is now
moaning slightly as her hips and legs claw at the bed.
I am holding her incredible little ass cheeks in my
hands and pressing my mouth hard to her to limit her
range of motion. And then she comes. I feel it well up
in her and I hear her soft squeal. Her body is now at
its climactic point and she arches her little back. Her
pussy gets very wet with her juice and I feel her
muscles release their pent up tension. I would be happy
if she could cum like this all day.
As she comes I force my tongue deep into her little
delicate canal and fuck her furiously with it. This is
now the high point of my life. When she finally goes
limp in exhaustion, I lie beside her and pull her into
my arms, kissing her deeply and massaging her pussy
with my hand. We are very close as she melts completely
into my arms. Can there be a better feeling than this?
We finally lie still and breathe deeply.
My cock is so hard I feel intense pain from it, the
most wonderful pain in the world. Her limp little hand
finds my aching cock and holds it gently. We kiss
again. She is so sweet. It is a slow soft wet kiss.
She is salivating and I savor the taste of her mouth.
She slowly climbs on top of me and our bodies press
together. She slowly closes her tender thighs on my
throbbing cock, and feels my heart beating against her
chest.
The slowly she comes to life. She kisses me more deeply
and her tongue explores deeper into my mouth. She finds
my ear and sucks it gently, and then slowly her tight
little body glides down mine. She lingers on my nipples
as I lingered on hers, but her object of desire is my
cock. She winds her legs around mine like a vine
clinging to a much larger tree, and her precious lips
find the bulging head of my cock. As softly as a
mothers caress, she takes me in her mouth. Her tongue
laps gently and sensuously at the satin smooth head.
She has never sucked a man's cock before but her
instincts are impeccable. Her face is a study in
passion. She eyes roll back as she savors me. She opens
her eyes and we make that perfect eye contact again.
Her smile is warm and genuine. "Am I doing OK?" she
asks sweetly. "Of course" I moan. She is perfect in
every sense. I wish this moment could last forever. I
am very close to climax and at the last second I pull
her little head away. I shoot my semen onto my stomach.
She watches in amazement as I shoot four then five hard
streams. "So that's what makes babies, I suppose," She
says softly with a smile. We make eye contact again. We
have completed round one. It is only 9:20.
We lie together naked for some time. There is some
stupid game show on the TV, and she watches as her
fingers roam over my upper body.
I finally speak. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask
expectantly.
"I think I had an orgasm." She replies quietly.
I smile. "I think you did too. I know I did." I reply.
She giggles. Her eyes are dreamy, but the smile is the
same. Just this brief conversation affects me. My limp
cock stirs slightly. Her little hand takes it gently
and it grows rapidly. I am ready and she knows
instinctively what to do. Her tiny fingers massage me
gently until my boner is rock hard. My midsection is
covered in semen, but she doesn't seem to care. She
climbs on top of me and wallows in it as we kiss
passionately again, our tongues doing a torrid dance to
an unheard melody. Her torso is short.
My cock just barely touches her little pussy. The
feeling of the light touch of the tip of my cock to her
delicate naked little labia drives me wild with passion
for her. This goes on forever as she rocks her hips
slightly propelling the tip back and forth over her
very slippery little pussy. I can stand it no longer. I
quickly rearrange her body by rotating her. Suddenly
her precious bottom is in my face and my throbbing cock
is at last in her mouth. My tongue goes in deep and I
flick it lightly as she squirms. I touch my finger to
the cutest little anus the world has ever known and
press lightly. Her lips on my cock are exceedingly
soft. She sucks cock ever so gently. Her delicate
fingers trace lightly over my balls. She makes love
like she has done it for years, but she is only 12.
My love and passion for her is overpowering. She is to
me a goddess from heaven, sent as an answer to a prayer
that I have offered up for 40 years. She is Venus and
Aphrodite all rolled into one. Not some busty
voluptuous sex siren, but a flat chested little tyke
with an angel's smile and a heart to match. She only
wants me to feel pleasure. I can sense it in the
delicate touch of her lips to my painful erection.
Slowly my finger enters her bottom and she responds.
My exploring digit is enhancing her pleasure. She is
beginning to cum again. I recognize the feeling as her
body tenses gradually. My hands grip the mounds of her
incredibly tight ass and I feel it hardening as her
climax builds. Her lips begin to grip my cock tightly.
I have found her g spot. She is wiggling wildly and I
hear her muffled cries as her climax builds. I fuck her
furiously with my tongue. My finger is deep in her
gorgeous little ass. She is secreting as she comes. I
feel her juice in my mouth. I taste her delicious
essence and feel the slippery fluid against my lips. I
am not in control any longer and I cum again. This time
I fill her mouth, and to my surprise she sucks all the
harder. My little angel has swallowed my load. It is
only 10:30 AM.
We shower together. She washes me carefully and I do
the same for her. We allow the hot water to cascade
over our naked bodies. There is a shower seat. I sit
there with Robin between my legs. She holds my
resurging cock as I finger her adorable little slit. We
kiss. The kiss is our best yet. Robin has a knack for
this. Her kissing instincts are amazing. I have never
been kissed like this before. Occasionally she sucks my
cock then the kissing resumes. My finger dances in her
pussy. I massage her beautiful little ass with the
other hand. I suck her nipples. Then we kiss.
The hot water flows over us like a tropical rain
shower, enhancing our pleasure. As our passion
increases our fingers and tongues work harder and
harder. I hold her tightly to me and make her cum with
my fingers, one up her little cunt, the other in her
ass. Her body jerks uncontrollably as her climax comes
in waves. She is jacking my cock furiously and I cum
too, my juices much less copious than before. I hold
her quivering body tight to me for a long time as we
both come down from our cloud. We have cum together
three times now. It is almost noon.
We get dressed and order room service. Robin gives the
order to the kitchen. She is hungry and so am I. We
laugh at a rerun of Andy Griffith on TV. We eat giant
hamburgers and french fries. She is a delight. She is
having a good time with me. There is no mention of sex
or what all has just occurred between us.
She eventually curls up beside me on the bed, puts her
head on my shoulder and goes to sleep. I doze off too.
We sleep until 3:30.
I awake to her kisses. She is licking and sucking on my
ear. She whispers to me "I want to fuck you." It is the
sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me. My nap has
rejuvenated me. My cock is straining against my pants.
I have not had four erections in one day since I was
17. Robin has magical powers. We take turns disrobing
each other. She laughs as she tugs at the legs of my
slacks. We are playing now and she is very relaxed. She
tickles me and I tickle back. We are naked again. This
time she wants to talk. She asks me questions and I
answer as honestly as I know how. Questions like,
"Where does your juice come from?" and "Why does it
taste salty?"
I ask her how it is that she makes love so sweetly. She
says she has heard about it from other girls. She knows
all she needs to know. I have never had a lover like
Robin and am never likely to have one again. She was
born to make love.
We fool around. She giggles a lot. Then she climbs onto
me and pushes her torso against my rigid cock. She was
serious. She wants to fuck. "Are you sure, Baby?" I
say, "I am so afraid of hurting you." She wants to
fuck. Period. But her canal is dry. I eat on her
delicate pussy again until her juices are flowing. Then
I sit on the edge of the bed and take her into my lap
facing me. She sits on my cock and slowly it penetrates
her tiny hole, as I hold her body up so as not to put
on too much pressure too fast. She gasps in pain and
holds me tight. She is in true pain. I can feel it. I
am not a small man. I am too big for her and I feel
this was a mistake.
I feel her blood flowing onto my legs. She grips me
hard and holds on. "Are you OK?" I ask.
"I think so," she says in a tiny voice.
Gradually I feel her tenseness relax and she starts to
move. At first slowly and then more aggressively. In a
few moments we are fucking. She finds a rhythm as she
rocks back and forth. My cock fills every bit of her.
Her blood lubricates our motion. No cock has ever been
so eloquently fucked as Robin fucks me. I lay back on
the bed and she rides me hard. I am rigid, but I cannot
feel much. I have already had my quota for the day. My
cock is there for her to enjoy. I am not likely to cum
again. It is an amazing fuck. I turn her over and enter
her from the rear. Her pussy is looser now and she is
lubricating well. There is no more pain. Her muscles
have relaxed and she is enjoying her new sport.
She gasps and coos. She whimpers. Robin is vocal. I
have always loved vocal women. She is also an amazing
piece of ass. As we will soon discover, she is multi-
orgasmic. I cannot cum again, but she begins to cum
over and over as I jam her deeper and deeper with each
stroke. She is masturbating herself as I fuck her from
behind. Her sounds get louder and louder.
If my neighbors are in, they are getting quite a show.
I feel wonderful. I could do this easily the rest of my
life. Just fuck my precious little Robin and feel her
coming repeatedly in my arms. At last I throw her down
and have her lie on me. My cock is in her pussy from
the rear, but I can finger her and kiss her at the same
time. She is writhing in ecstasy, and to my surprise, I
cum in her pussy.
I am in such a state of pleasure that I almost squeeze
the breathe out of her. I have been sterile for years.
I assure her not to worry about the big load deep
inside her. I have a feeling she was never worried. It
is 5PM. We cuddle naked and kiss. She sucks my cock
eagerly but the best I can muster is semi-hard. We talk
about that and she masturbates in front of me. She has
another orgasm as I watch. Then the phone rings. They
are back, and getting ready for dinner. Robin dresses
and gets her treasures together. We kiss again and hug
in a desperate embrace. She knows and I know this will
not happen again. She leaves and the emptiness in my
heart overwhelms me.
We talk on the phone a few times the next day, but we
never see each other again. My life is now complete. I
have had Robin at least for the one day. I will never
forget her, and I hope she will never forget me.
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their local penitentiary.
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