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The Paper Girl
by Bugman (address withheld)
***
Opening the door to the cute young paper girl leads to
more than just having the paper delivered. The end
results brought even her mother onto the scene, but not
in the way one would expect. (M/gF, extreme-ped, 1st,
anal, ws)
***
The townhouse I lived in was unique in that the complex
was the set up as a community with a club house,
putting green, recreation building and two large
swimming pools. The complex fronted on a major street
in the city where it was located and various businesses
broke the street from the living areas. In addition,
the area was enclosed with a brick wall around three
sides of the several acres on which the units were
built. The neighborhood was somewhat exclusive as the
rents were high-end.
Shortly after moving into my unit, located on the
backside of the complex, I was planting flowers
alongside the driveway and carport of my residence. The
fact someone spoke to me while I was washing the dirt
from the concrete surprised me.
"Hi sir, would you like to subscribe to the newspaper?"
Turning around to the voice that sounded so soft, I was
confronted by an attractive young girl who appeared to
be about ten. Which, I later found out was her age when
she first spoke to me. "You're the papergirl, are you,"
I asked as I looked at cute redheaded girl standing in
front of me in shorts and a tub top.
After speaking to the girl for a few minutes, she
filled out an order form, and handed me a free copy of
the paper. She gave me a card with her name and
telephone number in the event I needed to call about my
paper service.
The card said her name was Angi and I asked her, "Do
you deliver the paper so early in the morning by
yourself, Angi?"
"Yeah, I just live on the other side of the wall in the
house you can see the brown roof on," she informed me.
"Besides, I'm not afraid to wall around in this place
as the security cops know who I am, and watch out for
me as I deliver the papers."
A few weeks later and school had ended for the summer,
around noon on a Saturday someone knocked on my door.
When I looked through the screen door, I saw Angi and
another girl standing outside. "Hello Angi, what can I
do for you," I asked?
"I'm collecting for the paper, sir. I hope it is ok for
Carlotta to be with me, Mr. Walker," she replied.
After paying for the paper for a week's delivery, we
spoke for a little while and I couldn't help but notice
how both girls give off a visual image of youthful sex.
After a few minutes of speaking with them, Angi said,
"I just had a birthday on the past Tuesday and now I'm
eleven."
The following week when Angi showed up to collect the
paper money, she was alone and wearing a short skirt
and a peasant blouse. After speaking for a while she
asked if I could take her to the pool some day as she
enjoyed swimming. "Sure, why not and if you want, I'm
going to the pool in about an hour. If your parents
don't mind, you can go as my guest. But your parent's
must call me and tell me it is ok."
About forty-five minutes later my phone rang and it was
Angi's mother. We spoke for a while and I could tell
she was checking me out. I invited her to come along
and go swimming, also.
In a few minutes the knock on the door told me it was
Angi by the soft striking on the screen door frame. I
invited Angi and her mother both inside and we visited
for a short time, then walked out the back door of my
townhouse, through the patio gate to the pool.
After that day, Angi was constantly at my place, with
either her mother Patty, or Carlotta, and the two girls
loved to go to the pool with me. I would watch them as
they swam and loved to see their smooth legs and it
seemed Angi had an exceptional expanse between her legs
at her pubic area. Carlotta on the other hand was more
developed and had small breasts that were pushing out
against her bathing suit top.
One Saturday afternoon I was watching my favorite team
playing a baseball game on TV when someone said, "Hi."
Not knowing anyone was inside my house, I jumped up and
turned toward the sound of the voice. Looking I saw
Angi standing about two feet from me, dressed in a
short skirt and blouse. "Angi, you scarred the shit out
of me."
Then I noticed Angi was looking at me kind of funny and
her eyes were starring at the crotch of my boxers.
Being home alone I was wearing only my underwear.
Evidently when I jumped up, when Angi spoke, my cock
had slipped out through the slit in my shorts. Oh shit,
I thought as I realized Angi was looking at my cock. At
first I was hesitant to put it back inside my shorts.
Then realized it was necessary so I reach down and put
it back inside my boxers.
"I'm sorry Angi, I didn't mean for you to view me like
this, but I didn't know you were coming over." After
coming over for the past few weeks, Angi simply walked
into my house without knocking. She would do so when
her mother or Carlotta would come with her to swim.
Looking at me with a funny look on her face, Angi told
me, "Your thingy is the first one I've ever seen,
except my brother's, but his isn't as big as yours."
I told Angi I needed to put my clothes on, headed for
my bedroom. Thinking I would put on my swimming suit, I
removed my boxers. As I reached to get my swimming suit
from the drawer, I saw Angi had followed me into my
bedroom. "Angi, what are you doing in here with me
while I'm changing?"
Smiling at me, Angi told me in a singsong ditty she
evidently had made up, "Hug me and kiss me and love me
with your clothes off. Da, da, da, dah, duh, da. Yes,
hug me and kiss me with your clothes' off." Angi walked
over to me, put her arms around my waist and pressed
her body tight against mine. Holy shit, I thought, I'm
going to go to jail forever, when her mom finds out
about this. I didn't even start this situation with the
young girl ran through my mind.
After a few moments, Angi stepped back from me and
pulled her blouse over her head. Then she unsnapped the
clasp on her skirt, pulled the zipper down and her
skirt slid from her body and gathered around her feet.
I watched as Angi bent over with her back toward me and
pulled her shoes off, then her underpants. In doing so,
her small round hips showed how taunt and smooth they
were and the graceful look to her legs. Legs that only
young girls have before their hips and legs have grown
into a feminine shape and become larger.
The image of her bending over still resides in my mind.
I watched as her vulva stuck out though her young
slender legs as she was bending over. Which I realized
her bending over was longer than necessary. Before Angi
again stood straight, she spread her feet further
apart, thus allowing her labia to peak back at me even
more.
My cock responded to the image it was seeing, and to
this day, I still don't know why or how I allowed an
eleven-year-old girl to be nude with me. Before that
moment, I had no real concept of sex with the pretty
redhead. At that moment, my mind was filled with a
sexual image of the young nymphet and I wondered if I
became a pedophile at that moment. Then Angi stood up
straight, turned and faced me. My eyes explored every
immeasurable part of Angi's body. My scrutiny of her
small, tender and prepubescent shape, allowed me to see
Angi had yet to reach the onset of puberty.
Thinking that the doors were still open to my home, I
walked quickly to close them. That I was nude with a
hard on, didn't cross my mind. That someone could
observe me in a state of undress and more critical,
sexually excited.
Walking back into my bedroom, I saw Angi standing with
her hand over her pussy. Why or what made her modesty
come forth I've never understood to this day. Then Angi
walked to me and hugged her smooth soft body against
mine. The top of her head reached only to my breast, my
sexual urges told me to take this girl with a hard fuck
for her first time. My mind was telling me I could go
to jail for the rest of my life. Hell, for once my
carnal desires said not to worry and take this young
girl before she changed her mind.
Picking Angi up in my arms I carried her to my bed and
lay her down. I reached over and pulled the bed covers
down so we were on the sheet. Slowly I lay beside her
and she moved against me and hugged me as we lay side-
by-side.
My lips moved down and kissed her as she held her lips
tightly together. This told me she had no experience,
absolutely none. Angi moved her young tiny leg up onto
mine and I felt my cock rubbing against her stomach.
Her female instincts must have been evident, even at
age of eleven. Her leg was on mine, and I felt her body
shifting until her pussy was touching my cock.
From even that young girl, I heard the sound older
women let escape their mouths when they felt my cock
touch their pussy. "Um, Um," Angi moaned out softly as
she felt the first cock to ever touch her pussy. To
this day I'm not sure who pulled or pushed me over on
top of Angi. Did I roll her over or did she pull me on
top of her small body?
Looking down at the young girl, I couldn't believe I
was about to have sex with an eleven-year-old. Her
breasts were nothing more than creamy-pink, slightly
raised nipples. The areolas were perhaps a quarter inch
or so higher on her chest where they grew. They were
nothing more than puffy little hillocks that invited my
lips downward. I kissed then gently, as I thought they
might break they were so taunt.
Angi's breast must have been extremely sensitive as I
kissed them. I felt her try to pull back from their
first sexually contact. Her young body did not
understand what was happening as I continued nursing
and licking at her tiny orbs. Angi begins to push away
from my body as I lay partially over hers and wedged
between her young legs. At the same time I felt her
hips moving up for contact with my body. Never had a
woman's breast held me so in awe as these nubile, small
and pink glandular organs. During my lifetime I had
been with several women, from those with exceptional
small breast, to one woman with 38D cups. No one before
or since has ever provided the pleasure those
developing nips gave me.
For a brief time, I had a visceral revulsion of what I
was doing with Angi. My lips moved downward across her
stomach and kissing my way across the smooth and soft
skin. I settled my mouth on her young and almost
nonexistent mons. The feeling of her smooth and
hairless pussy against my lips was unbelievable and
unlike anything I had ever had felt and produce such
sexual sensations in my body and mind.
I felt Angi's body become tense as she knew what I was
about to do to her pussy. She later told me her and
Carlotta wondered what oral sex was, and both had said
they'd never let a guy do such a nasty thing to them.
My mouth moved down until my lips touched her labia. I
felt the strain in Angi's legs and pubic area as she
attempted to keep my face from making contact with her
pussy. Slowly my tongues moved from my mouth and began
a manual-genital stimulation of her puffy labia. Angi's
lip shaped guarded her vulva, and felt unreal after
having performed oral sex on perhaps a hundred women in
my life time. Even those who kept the pubic hair waxed
smooth could not compare with the delicate and soft
puffiness of Angi's labia.
I moved my tongue low on her pre-adolescent pussy, and
slowly licked upward to her childhood clitoris. The
feeling of her diminutive clit was completely different
from any clit I had ever licked. It seemed like it had
no hood to protect it from stimulation.
I seemed to believe it was like a small penis, maybe an
inch long. It stuck straight out from her vagina.
Perhaps it seemed so different because an older
female's pussy has larger labia and is hooded more. Yet
with no way to compare Angi's clit with other young
girls' pussies and clits, it assuredly was different
from an older female's pussy.
Angi's clit became hard and I took it into my mouth and
actually sucked it and in doing so I imagined it was a
small penis. I was reminded of my son Steven, when he
was still wearing diapers. Especially when Steven would
become erect when my ex-wife or I bathed him or wiped
him off while changing him.
My mouth and tongue produced incredible sensations
within Angi's sex. I held her small and hard as marble
buttocks in my right hand. Within a few minutes, I felt
Angi's body responding to my licking and sucking of her
pussy. Especially when I would suck and lightly nibble
her clit with only my lips.
I moved my middle finger against Angi's arse, as her
body responded to my tongue gently stimulating her
pussy. When my finger touched her anus, Angi moved her
hips as if to get my finger away from touching that
opening of her body. It was oblivious Angi was
responding as other women had when their anus was
played with. I had done this with women from 18 to 56
during my lifetime.
Continuing to manipulate and tamper with Angi's back
hole, I felt her ready to climax. I moved my finger to
her pussy, wet with her juices and my saliva. Then
pushed my fingertip again against her tiny rear hole.
Angi's young body reached for release of her first
climax as I eased my finger into her ass. Angi moved up
sharply against my face and as I eased my finger, to
the second knuckle into her anus. She made a wheezing
sound, unlike any thing I ever heard by a female during
sex, before in my life. The weird sound Angi made
wasn't limited too, or included just during the times I
engaged in oral sex with her.
I continued to screw her tiny ass with my finger while
manipulating her pussy with my tongue. When her climax
hit, Angi wheezing was even louder and by now, I had my
finger completely buried inside her ass. When Angi went
off, I could tell the liquid I felt against my mouth
and face was her female excrement and she'd also peed
in her excitement. My tongue continued to move across
her clit and into her small vagina and I moved my
finger constantly in and out of her ass. Finally the
taste on my tongue let me know part of the liquid in my
mouth was urine. I knew Angi hadn't only climaxed, but
had peed from the climatic release she had received.
Moving my face from between her slender thighs and
looked at her pussy I'd just had oral sex with. No hair
blocked my view as I observed her tiny pussy and the
sight was unbelievable. The outer lips of her young
pussy were open and the inner lips were almost
nonexistent. But more remarkable was how her
prepubescent sex was open. Having never observed a
preteen girl's vagina, I saw it was open, with the
outer lips positioned as if they were drawn back and
held by something. This allowed her pussy to be open
and instead of being round, was more in the shape of an
unshelled almond nut.
Looking at her pussy made me wonder if I would be able
to shove my cock up inside that delicate looking hole
of human flesh. Thinking back to books, articles on sex
with young children, and some photographs on the
internet, I could see the attraction men would have for
sex with preteen girls. The beauty of Angi's sex was
simple that, beautiful. It had nothing to do with sex,
except I was about to enter that usually minuscule
sexual aperture between her young child's thighs.
Still in my mind is what I had done that day, with the
pretty but an immature girl child, provides a pleasure
that I still cannot fathom. Until that day, no way
would I have considered having sex of any kind with an
eleven-year-old girl. Still I remember how her young
and hairless pussy was open, and seemed to stay that
way as if it was awaiting my cock to push it open
further, and take away her innocence and assuredly her
virginity.
I moved over Angi, looked down and saw her eyes were
shut and her face scrunched up from still feeling her
first climax. Angi later told me that she had never
touched herself or had done anything to stimulate
herself sexually. When I found this out ,and realized I
hadn't only been her first, but had given Angi her
first orgasm. Never have I felt such happiness from
making a female release her sexual pleasures and
knowing I had accounted for her emotions to be
fulfilled.
When my cock touched her tiny pussy, a sensation so
pleasurable caused me to shudder. My hard on felt like
it was steel instead of blood filled skin and bone
gristle. Watching Angi's face I saw she still had her
eyes closed. I wondered if she was fearful to open
them, unknowing what she was about to sexually undergo.
At the time I considered stopping but the image of the
small girl laying spread eagled under my body told me
to continue. To violate that slender being awaiting
something she had no knowledge of, let me proceed with
violating the young girl. Other than the primeval urges
of womankind, and that was to have sex fulfilled within
her body and soul, I knew Angi had no idea about what
was now going to happen to her.
Pushing the head of my cock against that tiny parted
sex, I felt my body lunge as if it wished to take the
girl beneath me without consideration of foreplay.
However, I wanted this to be something special for both
of us. "Angi, have you ever had sex or anything
before," I asked her in a soft voice.
No words came from Angi as she lay still, with her eyes
still squeezed shut but shook her head no. Seeing the
nodding of her head in a negative response, I felt the
head of my cock push against the opening between her
tiny legs. A surprising feeling seemed to pass through
Angi's young body and I felt an involuntary vibration
roll across her petite stomach as I lay on top of her.
"Sweetheart, do you understand what it means to lose
your cherry, or virginity," I softly asked Angi as I
felt her pussy starting to allow my cock to enter her?
Again Angi didn't reply verbally but shook her head in
the "no" reply.
Now what should I do, stop and explain what would
happen when I entered her or proceed to deflower the
young girl of her hymen? My own needs became immediate
for penetration of the virgin laying beneath me
Ever so slowly and gently, I begin to work the head of
my cock into Angi's young but receptive pussy. By the
time the head of my dick had penetrated her young
pussy, it was being gripped tightly by the seemingly
unknowledgeable victim. I felt Angi attempt to draw
away from my probing cock, when I stroked forward into
her body. Something made me realized her virginity was
close to the frontal edge of her sex. Evidently my
pushing into it was causing it to start the journey
where it would split Angi's hymen apart, and be nothing
but sore and ragged edges for the next few days.
Looking at Angi's face I noted she was still squeezing
her eyes tightly shut. I wedged my cock deeper into her
narrow sexual channel and noted her mouth open and her
lips pull back across her teeth. Her eyes opened, and I
saw a look of fear in them as she felt me making the
final assault and tearing asunder her virginity. My
right hand was holding her small hips and kept her from
pulling away from my cock probing against her hymen.
I felt Angi's smallness between her legs attempting to
keep me from entering her body any deeper. Nothing I
had ever experienced during the entrance into a woman's
body prepared me for the intense feeling the tightness
of the smooth and almost flat vulva being opened by my
cock. I was attempting to gain complete entrance inside
of her vagina with my hard penis. I felt her shudder
from the pressure of my cock head against her cherry.
When I finally reached the hymen guarding Angi's womb,
she begins to cry out that it was hurting her and yet
hadn't asked or wanted me to stop. Preceding and after
each of her two short requests that it hurt, I would
stop pushing my cock inside her young pussy, Angi
continued making the wheezing sounds. These were the
same ones she had while I was licking and sucking on
her clit.
Hearing Angi cries in the pain from the first cock to
penetrate and split her pussy open, my mind almost made
me discontinue taking her cherry. "Stop, oh stop, it
hurts and I don't want it, I've changed my mind, not
anymore, wait a little, oh - oh" her pain stressed
voice begged. Then the strange wheezing sounds were
again issuing from her mouth. If I could describe the
sound's Angi made, it would likely be like a cougar
makes when it is warning something or someone not to
come closer. The sound was almost nerve racking in the
vampish and seductively way Angi hissed out her protest
or pleasure. I've never known which it was, and she
later told me she wasn't aware of her uttering the
wheezing sounds. After we had finished sex, Angi told
me she wasn't certain how she felt when I started
inside her body, except it hurt like hell.
By now I was at a point and unable to stop my sexual
desires and with a final shove into Angi's pussy and
finished tearing open her tender and small pussy.
Driving firmly through her cherry, she yelped like a
hurt puppy. Her cries of, "No - no - take it out, I
don't want it any more," only added to my desire when I
split her cherry, and her crying and wheezing sounds
drove me on in taking her completely. By now it was
pure lust that drove me into and back out of Angi's
young body.
For the next five or six minutes I continued to stroke
in and out of her tight, and I knew bleeding pussy.
When I felt my ejaculation, move from my balls, up into
my dick and squirt out of me into her young pussy, I
shoved deeper inside Angi's body. I felt her shake from
the intense and unknown feelings passing through her
body. That she was enduring the pain from her ruptured
and bleeding hymen, wasn't a concern to me at the time,
other than to feel her tight smooth young flesh.
Never have I enjoyed the psychological manual-genital
sensations of a female more fully than that with Angi.
I realized Angi wasn't prepared for intercourse, even
if she had initiated the sex, and asked for sex in her
sing-song voice. Yet the silk feeling of skin
surrounding her pussy, lead me to continue taking her
on her initial sexual journey. The perception of
knowing a young female in such carnal ways, told me, a
man of forty-three shouldn't have intercourse with
someone thirty-two years his junior, didn't matter at
the moment.
Nothing mattered to me at the instant I gushed my semen
into her defenseless vagina and against her womb,
except to know this underage girl through carnal
knowledge. My sexual appetite was strictly animal
instincts, when Angi first offered me her sexually
underdeveloped body. Once the offer was made by Angi,
my passions to feel sex with such a young girl became
nothing more than a bodily function to penetrate her
feminine core.
I slowly pulled my cock from Angi's pussy and observed
the evidence of having taken her cherry. Following my
cock out of her pussy was the blood from her virginity,
which was mixed with my semen. Angi was again making
the wheezing sounds as I eased my shrinking cock from
her torn and bleeding pussy. God, I thought, what is
that sound she expels from her voice? It was starting
to become an irritant to me, as remorse started to ease
into my mind for having had sex with my papergirl.
Moving from between Angi's slender, but somewhat
shapely legs, I lay on my side and watched in amazement
as her pussy continued to let out the evidence of her
having had sex. That she had been a virgin before she
allowed me to move into her tender and undeveloped
pussy and probe within its depth. What should I do, I
asked myself as I viewed what I had done? Should I just
go to the police and turn myself in for statutory rape?
What about Angi, will she be scarred for life, even if
she had initiated the sexual act?
Angi sat up in the bed and as she looked between her
legs, uttered, "Boy, my tummy hurts from what we just
did."
Then she looked in shock as she observed the blood
leaking from her pussy and asked me, "Am I having my
first period, is that why I'm bleeding?"
Angi moved and lay over my stomach and chest and
nestled her face in the area between my shoulder and
head. Her sobs were heart rendering as she said to me,
"My thingy hurts, and wish I hadn't asked you to do
me."
For several minutes we spoke about it being her first
time and that was why she was bleeding. Angi asked me,
"What's that funny looking whitish stuff that is on me
and everything?"
I told her, "Angi, that is my semen, or come, as some
people call it," and then told her what it was
primarily for. Shortly afterwards I was becoming erect
again from feeling her on top of me. Especially as Angi
had moved so her legs were straddling my body and she'd
begun to rub her pussy against my cock.
With a small back and forth movements, Angi rubbed her
pussy against my cock as it became hard and was
sticking up over my stomach. I could feel the wetness
still draining from Angi's split cherry and my come.
Her movements I realized were making her young pussy
feel good. For some reason I thought about how she had
told me she'd never had an orgasm and I knew she was
evidently building toward one from her moving on top of
my cock.
After some length of time I could feel Angi applying
more pressure against my cock with her pussy and then
begin to move her body faster as she was masturbating
herself off by rubbing her clit against my cock. Then
she begins to make the wheezing sound as her body
reached for its release within her sex.
When her climax hit, Angi let out a long wheezing sound
and it got louder as her orgasm grew in its intensity.
"Whezzzzzzzinnnng," was how the sound eliminated from
her mouth when her climax peaked to its highest point
and then she started the downward cycle of her orgasm.
My hands had moved onto her tiny round hips and I
squeezed and kneaded them with my hands as she had
commenced her cycle of release. When I sensed Angi was
about to reach the peak of her climax, I had pushed my
middle finger against her tiny ass. I inserted my
fingertip into her and commenced pushing in and out of
her of ass when she started her sexual release.
Once her climax stopped, I continued keeping my finger
up inside her tiny back hole. By now I determined she
had accepted my touching her ass while going down on
her, and while she masturbated herself on my cock.
Feeling her anus grip onto my finger was unbelievable
and I decided to keep it inside her until she asked me
to take it out of her. Very gently I moved my finger
around in her ass and found she seemed enthralled with
what I was doing.
She didn't ask me to stop, nor to continue, but to my
thoughts, Angi was finding pleasure in my digit playing
in her rectum. It has always been my belief that women
enjoy having their asshole played with. Without a doubt
I believe it comes from what I knew as a young boy when
I played "doctor" with girls in the neighborhood. I
still remember how touching their butts was part of the
"examination" but seldom did I play with their pussies.
Before long Angi started the wheezing sound and to my
surprise commenced to urinate on me. Feeling the hot
pee running from her urethra and onto my cock and over
my stomach and legs caused me to ejaculate. The sexual
release for me was astounding as Angi continued to
wheeze the total time she was peeing and when she was
done, commenced crying.
"Don't cry Angi, it is ok, what you've done," I told
her. It is my opinion she thought peeing was shameful
and whispered to me, "That is the most water I've ever
made."
As I held her, Angi informed me she sometimes peed the
bed and almost always peed when she showered or bathe.
After questioning her, Angi told me at times she took a
bath with her brother who was almost two years old than
she. Her parents had bathed them together when they
were little and her mother still thought nothing of
them bathing together.
In fact, Angi said, "Bobby and I showered together this
morning and he likes to watch me pee." Angi went on to
tell that sometimes she and Bobby would take a bath
together during the day while their mom was at work.
While we lay together on the bed, I asked Angi if she
and Bobby ever touched each other like we had and was
surprised to hear they never engaged in sexual conduct.
Perhaps, I thought it was because he considered her too
young, or he understood about incest. I determined,
that what hadn't occurred in the past, may likely
change in the future. Now Angi had sampled the passions
and animal instincts of carnal knowledge between male
and female, and she might very well trigger that
aspects of sex in both their lives.
After about an hour I was again erect and moved between
the slender and slightly shaped legs of the preteen
body laying beneath me. When I attempted to enter
Angi's still slightly bleeding pussy, the soreness and
tenderness were more than she could accept.
Angi told me she would try to have me put my "thingy"
inside her. But she felt a burning sensation inside
from before when I pushed into her and asked me to stop
my second attempt to take her. "Something had torn or
whatever when you pushed into my thingy really far,"
she explained when asking me to stop.
After a short while we spoke of what it is like for a
man to go off and I informed Angi how she could watch
what my come was like if she stroked on my cock. "Take
it in your hand and stroke up and down on it,
sweetheart, and you will see what happens when a man
comes."
At first Angi was awkward in handling my cock, but
eventually Angi became knowledgeable in how to stroke
me and finally I shot off. This must have taken fifteen
or more minutes before my come shot out of my cock.
Angi laid her head on my stomach as she started
stroking my cock. When I shot off, some landed on her
face and some I believe went into her mouth, as she had
started to say my thingy felt like it was shaking, when
I shot off.
Her eyes never left the end of my cock as my come
exploded out from me. I did find it necessary to tell
her to keep stroking me until I was finished coming.
After a few minutes we got up and took a shower
together and she didn't even think about the fact she
peed almost as soon as she felt the water spraying over
her body. While showering we spoke about what we had
done and I explained that I would go to prison for the
rest of my life if she told anyone about what had
happened.
Angi hugged me, and spoke as if she was older, and
advised me, "I will never, ever, tell anyone about
today. It was my idea and when I sang my little song to
you I never dreamed it would be like it was. The pain
and burning feelings are hard to accept. But you made
me a woman and I wanted you to do it to me. I just
never knew it would feel and be like it was tearing me
open."
Then to my real surprise she told me, "I didn't think
your thingy would go inside mine, but I really didn't
know how a boy and girl did it until you put yours
inside mine. Can we do it again but the next time will
you not make it hurt?"
I explained what sex was like and that her being young
and my cock being fairly large, made her first time
more than normally painfully. "As for having sex again,
let's wait and see what happens. Perhaps you can come
over and we can go swimming this weekend, ok Angi?"
Saturday morning around eight o'clock, I received a
telephone call from Angi and she wanted to know if her
mother and she could come over and go swimming after
they had breakfast? I said sure, but I'm on my way to
breakfast, so how about I pick the two of you up, and
breakfast will be my treat.
I could hear her mother tell her she shouldn't be
asking me to take them for breakfast as Angi asked if
they could go with me. Angi to put her mother on the
phone, and I explained that the idea of treating them
to breakfast was my idea and not Angi's.
Driving to pick them up made me wonder if Patty had
considered anything happening between Angi and me. My
mind also wondered if it would be embarrassing to see
the eleven-year-old, knowing I had not only had sex
with her but had been her first. During the days since
having sex with Angi I had constantly worried about
being arrested. One thing I had known was that if Angi
had reported our sexual activity to her mother, and
Patty contact the police, I would plead guilty
immediately and take my punishment.
Over breakfast, Patty and I spoke about our past life,
marriage, divorce and children. Angi was being an
ornery eleven-year-old, doing childish and playful
thing that is part of her age group. I continued to be
amazed that she had initiated sex between us. Also I
wondered if she felt sorry about what she had allowed
to take place between us.
After breakfast we returned to my place, dressed in our
bathing suits and walked to the pool. For the next
couple of hours, Patty and I soaked up the sun and I
watched as several men from the complex who knew her,
stopped and spoke with her. Patty was an attractive
woman and her height I would guess was only an inch or
two from six feet. Her breasts were likely around 34B
but were still firm after having two children.
Watching Angi play in the pool with the other children
I saw her being the same as the other boys and girls
splashing and diving into the water. My mind looked at
the other children and wondered if any of them had
engaged in sexual activity. For whatever the reason I
could find no girl of Angi's age that I believed ever
had sex. They were the same spindly shaped girls as
Angi, except none were as tall.
The bathing suit that Angi was wearing was a two-piece
bikini style and it was about the same as the other
girls wore, except a couple girls had one piece suit.
At one point I dozed off to sleep and was wakened when
Angi dumped a small bucket of water over my head.
Jumping from my deck chair, I chased Angi into the pool
and soon dived under the water and grabbed her legs and
pulled her under with me. After a brief moment I
released her and she rose to the surface before me and
when I got to the surface and with the flat of her
hand, splashed water into my face. Patty had noticed
what she had done when she pored the bucket of water
over me and then splashed me in the pool.
Telling her daughter, "Angi, stop splashing people and
behave yourself."
After swimming for a couple of hours we left the pool
and I dropped Patty and Angi off at their house and
drove to my place. Patty reminded Angi that she needed
a shower and must complete her paper route collections.
About an hour later Angi came to my place to collect
for the paper and walked over to me and gave me a hug.
We spoke for a short while and them she left to
continue with her collection for the paper.
While hugging me, Angi asked me, "Do you like me or am
I just a silly kid who did something she shouldn't
have?"
Her question surprised me as it was asked in an adult
voice, even if the wording was that of a child. "No,
you not a silly kid Angi, perhaps neither of us should
have allowed things to have happened, especially
myself, as I'm more than old enough to have stopped
things from going too far. And yes, I like you. Perhaps
too much so, you're my buddy, OK?"
With finishing my answer to her inquiry, Angi hugged me
even tighter, grinned up at me and ran out the door as
a child of eleven would do.
The following week nothing happened between us and I
believed that the sex between us would be a one time
circumstance. On Friday afternoon, I answered my office
phone, Patty was calling and asked if she could impose
on me as she needed a big favor. "I'll try to help you.
What do you need, Patty?"
Patty told me that she had an opportunity to go on a
business retreat with her firm, starting that evening,
and it would last until around noon Sunday. She
explained it was a last minute invitation from the
president of her company in recognition of some work
she had completed. She told me her work landed her
company a large contract that had been agreed to by
both companies just before she called.
"Sure, I'll keep the kids for you. I've never met
Bobby, but I'm sure we can survive each other for a
couple of days. Especially with Angi to help keep an
eye on him, " I replied to her request.
When Patty answered me, I about flipped, "Bobby is with
his soccer team at camp for a week and isn't here. Just
Angi, if that is all right with you, Dave."
Thinking I told Patty, "Hell, Patty, I'm a divorced
single man and your daughter is only eleven. I'm not
sure that would be a good idea for me to have her alone
in my house." When I spoke that comment to Patty, no
thought of Angi and me having had sex was present in my
mind. Instead I simply thought out the possibility of a
divorced adult male being in the presence of a preteen
girl, whom wasn't a relative.
I listened as Patty told me she understood but as it
was such a short notice she didn't know who to call.
She thought of me because Angi told her that I had been
nice to her and she liked me and I was the nicest
customer on her paper route.
The disappointment was evident in Patty's voice as she
apologized for calling me because she hadn't been able
to find anyone who could keep Angi on such short
notice. Patty said some of her friends had other plans
for the weekend and weren't available. "Besides, you
were so pleasant when we had breakfast and those times
at the pool, so I trust you with Angi." Man that set my
mind on a quilt trip when Patty told me, she trusted
me.
The hurt in Patty's voice was noticeable and finally I
told her, "If you think it will be ok, and if Angi
doesn't have a problem staying with me for a couple of
nights, bring her over when you're ready to leave."
No sooner had I hung up the phone with Patty, than I
wondered if Angi and I would sleep together, even if we
didn't have sex. God, I thought, that is exactly what I
was warning Patty about. After work I realized I would
be unable to meet with the regular Friday night happy
hour crowd. I walked down the hallway to the office of
a fellow worker who was a part of the drinking group. I
told Jeff, "Can't join in with the group tonight, I
have to baby-sit."
Jeff looked up at me from behind his desk and asked who
I was baby sitting. "Oh, my neighbors baby daughter," I
replied. I quickly left Jeff's office before he started
asking questions, I could hear what the rest of the
group would say if they knew I was having an eleven-
year-old girl stay at my pad for a long weekend.
Leaving work about an hour early, I stopped at the
grocery, picked up some groceries and snacks so I could
feed my unexpected guest. When I arrived home, I was
putting the items away when I heard Angi announce that
she and her mom were in my house.
I listened as Patty told her daughter that she
shouldn't just walk into someone's home without
knocking first, and wait for them to answer the door. I
had to laugh as Angi advised her mom she always walked
into my house when she delivered the paper. Sometimes
she had to wake me up as I had fallen asleep in my big
chair while watching TV, she told her mother.
After my telling Angi where to put her things in the
spare bedroom, Patty walked into the room with her. I
over head Patty telling her, "Behave yourself and don't
give Mr. Walker trouble or I'll spank your behind when
I return. Give mom a kiss before I leave."
When they returned to the kitchen where I was, Patty
told her daughter, "You can't go any place with your
friends until I return. Also you do what Mr. Walker
tells you, Angi."
Angi returned to the room she would have over the
weekend and was busy getting something from the room.
Patty told me, "I don't want her alone with her friend
Carlotta. I feel uncomfortable about that girl but
can't tell you why Dave. There is something about her
that isn't right." Did Patty have some female intuition
that Carlotta may be sexually active or why did she
feel uncomfortable about the young girl?
Looking at her mother as if she was being treated like
a baby, Angi told her mother, "Dave and I are friends
and he knows I want cause problems."
Patty looked at her daughter and told her, "Angi I've
told you not to be disrespect able to older people and
to address them with their surname, not by their
forename."
"Mom, Dave and I are friends, right Dave," Angi
laughingly answered her mother.
After Patty left and Angi unpacked her clothes, I
suggested we go somewhere to get a bite to eat. Angi
asked, "Can we go to Pizza Palace? They have the best
pizza in the whole world. Can we Dave, please?"
"Sure, if that is where you wish to go for dinner, and
I like their pizza, also. So are you going to change
clothes or wear what you have on? Do you have a dress
with you," I asked Angi?
Angi told me that she had only brought one dress with
her and thought maybe we could eat out tomorrow night
and planned on wearing it them. She decided to wear
some new matching shorts set and went into the room to
get it to wear.
She returned with the shorts set in her hands and I
could see it was just right for a young girl to wear to
Pizza Palace. "That will a great outfit to wear
tonight, so go change."
Instead of leaving the den where we were standing, Angi
simply started undressing in front of me. I looked with
disbelief at how open she seemed to be as she disrobed
in front of me. I watched as her blouse she was wearing
was removed and tossed onto the sofa. Then she pulled
her shorts down over her hips, stepped out of them and
they joined her blouse on the sofa.
Looking at me, Angi then pulled her panties off and
dropped them onto the floor. She picked up a clean pair
she got with her shorts set. My eyes looked at the
small vulva between her tiny upper thighs and I tried
to imagine how I had been able to penetrate her sex.
Angi had hardly any labia, and except for a slight
amount of fatty tissue making up her mons, her sex
seemed almost nonexistent. Angi looked across the few
feet that separated where we were standing from each
other. Softly Angi whispered in her still small voice,
"Am I pretty, Dave?"
My focus shifted and now I was viewing her completely
nude body, not just between the small and gangly legs
of the young girl. There was no modesty between Angi
and myself, as she stood in her natural state of nudity
before me.
In fact, I believe she was knowledgeable beyond her
years when it came to allowing her petite and lovely
physical self to be exposed to my gaze. It was
certainly from my vantage point, which Angi was
consciously aware of what I was feeling in viewing her
nakedness.
Whether Angi understood the sexual teasing, she was
providing me as she began to cover her nudity and
slipped on her panties, blouse and lastly, her shorts.
As I observed her get dressed, and the manner, in which
she moved her legs to expose the gap between them. It
was without any doubt Angi was aware, even at her young
age, what it means to allow a male to view a woman
between her thighs.
Angi asked me to come with her into the bathroom while
she brushed her hair. She smiled at me as she completed
fixing her hair, checking her clothes to ensure they
were just right. Then said to me, "I'm ready to leave
on our date."
Arriving at Pizza Palace, we had about a twenty minute
wait for a table. Angi asked me, "Can we go into the
arcade and play some of the games, please?"
"Why not, I replied," and followed her into the game
room. Several kids she knew were inside, including
Carlotta. I watched as Angi and Carlotta played the
various game machines and soon I noticed several boys
about sixteen or more hanging all over Carlotta.
Watching even more closely, it appeared they were
touching her butt and the front of her shorts between
her legs. I observed a boy as he placed his hand on an
arcade race car track game which you stood to play.
Hardly had the boy done so, and I observed Carlotta
move her body until her pubic area was resting against
the boy's hand. I could only view a part of what was
taking place but realized the boy was putting his
fingers up the large sized leg of the shorts Carlotta
was wearing. I saw he must be playing with her sex and
she was allowing him to touch her. It amazed me that
she would do so in a place as open as the game room. I
walked over to Angi and asked her to come with me as I
thought I had heard them call our name for a table.
While eating our pizza, Angi spoke about many things
that were subjects a girl of eleven would wish to
discuss. At one point I asked if her friend Carlotta
was having sex with boys. Angi said she didn't know for
sure but was aware she messed around some. She told me
that her mother didn't want her to be alone with
Carlotta.
Before leaving the pizza parlor, Angi asked me, "Are we
going to sleep together tonight and do what we did
before?"
I wasn't certain how to answer her question as I had
resolved not to have sex with her again. Now I simply
told Angi, "Perhaps we should allow things to happen
naturally and not make any plans, ok?"
When we arrived home, Angi went to her room and when
she returned was wearing a short nighty outfit. It was
basically a short T-shirt and a pair of matching
panties. They were red and white and covered very
little of her body below her waist. She walked over to
where I was seated on the sofa and climbed up on my
lap. Did she understand the image I was receiving from
her only partially covered body? The memory of what had
occurred less than two weeks previously between us came
back into my mind.
Around 10:30 I suggested we go to our own rooms and go
to bed. I had her get down off my lap and I walked into
my bedroom and undressed. I crawled into bed nude, and
just as I was comfortable, Angi walked into my bedroom
and she was nude. Unable to tell Angi she couldn't
sleep with me, I said nothing as she got under the
covers and moved over against me. She reached her arm
across my chest and pushed her pubic area against my
leg.
"Dave, I want to, do you," Angi asked?
There was nothing indecent about her comment, but she
simply wanted sex with me. That I understood was
unmoral and highly illegal on my part. Whatever
prompted Angi's sexual desires, I don't believe any
physiological evaluation could actually and truthfully
describe her desire for sex with me. I've read and
studied books and items on sex between adults and
children and understand the points raised against such
actions by adults in seducing young boys and girls.
Not to excuse such activity on my part, or sexual
contact by other adults with young people, but I've
asked myself, since my being propositioned by Angi, is
it possible some children simply want sex? Why is it
that society in the United States allowed prostitution
in San Francisco, until the 1890's, to include girls
who had reached nine years of age?
Even England in the late nineteenth century allowed
girls, reaching the age of twelve, to determine without
punishment if they wished to engage in sex and could be
legally at the age of consent. During the heyday of the
Old South, a girl who wasn't married and a mother by
their early teens, was considered an old maid. Even now
at the start of twenty-first century the age for a girl
to marry is as low as fourteen in the United States and
after eighteen, can be married without parental
consent.
These facts are not to change the actions of my having
sex with Angi, but to question why is it illegal for a
man to engage in sex if the request is simply initiated
by an underage girl, regardless of her age?
These thoughts ran through my mind, along with others,
when Angi asked me if I wished to engage in sex with
her. Her desires were her own and I had not initiated
any actions to have her crawl into bed with me. Perhaps
I should have made her get up and return to her own
room while spending the night in my home.
"Angi, are you certain you want to have sex with me
again?"
Without an answer to my question, Angi reached down and
gripped my erection and moved so her pussy could be
against my cock. "Dave, I liked what we did before and
it doesn't hurt in my thingy anymore."
Her small hands and arms then moved onto my body and I
felt her pulling me so I could move atop her young
body. Slowly and with easy movements of my cock, I
begin to enter her tiny sex. When the crown of my cock
slipped inside her smooth labia, and I felt when it
lodged inside her pussy, feeling my cock head being
held in her vagina was unbelievably erotic. For a while
I didn't move it about her sex, but held it just inside
her pussy.
Moving with just a slight wiggle like of my cock inside
her vaginal mouth, I had yet to commence stroking my
cock in the act of sex. Not until I felt her hips start
to rise upward from the bed did I feed more of my hard
on into her body. Finally we both begin moving in the
ritual of love making that makes sex, sex.
Then I heard Angi making the wheezing sounds as she had
the first time we had sex. I looked down at her face
and saw her mouth was completely open as she uttered
the wheezing sounds from deep inside her throat. Angi's
eyes were tightly shut and her mouth appeared to be
locked open by the way her jaws held her mouth open in
an oval shape. The shape of her face appeared to make
her chin almost pointed, whereas her face was normally
a model's perfect oval shape.
Angi surprised me and uttered her first words, "Oh
Dave, oh what is happening, I feel different in my
thingy this time? Fuck, oh Dave!"
Hearing Angi utter fuck, made me understand she was
having an orgasm from my stroking in and out of her
tiny pussy. I could feel her clit rubbing against my
cock as I moved it back and forth in her small opening.
The memory of how her clit was like a small penis when
I had went down on her the first time we had sex made
me realize she was benefiting from its shape and size
as it rubbed against my hard on.
Stroking with easy and deep movements of my cock back
and forth within her body, I lead Angi through another
climax. Her voice made piercing sounds as my cock
explored within her sexual cavity. Gingerly I made
repeated movements of my cock into her shallow and
tight pussy to allow Angi the emotional experience that
only tender sex provides.
Unlike the first time when I rode her hard for my own
desires more than hers. For whatever my intentions, I
desired Angi to feel my gentleness in bringing her
young body to sexual heights. She may have been young,
but her given of herself to me was more adult than any
older woman ever reveled to me when they moved under
and around me when I had sex in the past.
What assuredly was at least twenty minutes, I made Angi
feel the desires of being sexually fulfilled. The
feeling of my seed gushing out through my cock and into
her small sex which encased my cock in her, was
satisfaction to its utmost. After I went off, I rolled
over onto my back and pulled Angi over on top of me.
Evidently we went to sleep immediately and when I awoke
the next morning, Angi was still laying on top of me
and my arms were wrapped around her small back.
After a few minutes, I eased Angi off my body, and I
got up and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.
While I was urinating, I heard the phone ring, and then
heard Angi say, "Hello."
Walking back into the bedroom, it was obvious that Angi
was speaking with her mother, and I heard her tell
Patty, "I need to get Dave, as you woke me up when the
phone rang, and I think he is out on the patio, so hang
on."
Angi had been smart enough to not let her mother know
she was in my bed, and when I answered the phone, Patty
asked if her daughter was behaving herself. I explained
she and I had went out for pizza last evening, and I
had allowed her to watch a late movie, so she was still
in bed when she called.
That morning, we hung around the pool, then showered
and dressed for lunch at a local small home-style
restaurant, and then I drove to a mall with Angi. Being
the typical young girl, Angi wanted one of each thing
she saw, and I finally bought her a pair of levis, "she
just had to have."
Then we went back home and watched television, and
around five in the afternoon, we showered together and
dressed to go out for dinner. Angi wore the dress she
had brought with her, and she looked cute in the light
blue material of the dress, and even if it was somewhat
short, she told me her mother had purchased the dress
for her.
Over dinner, we spoke of she and her brother taking a
bath together, and she said they had messed around a
little the last time, which was two days ago. "Bobbie
tried to get me to let him put his thing in mine, but I
said I was scared to do anything."
As we spoke, Angi said she had promised Bobbie he could
just put it in her, but he could do it all the way. She
guessed they would likely do it next Monday after her
mom went to work. "Bobbie isn't as big down there as
you are, but he got really hard in the tub the other
day, and he put my hand on his thing, but I pulled my
hand away, and pretended to cry and that I was afraid I
would get in trouble."
That night in bed, Angi and I had sex three times, and
when we awoke Sunday morning, I went down on her. As
she was climaxing, she again urinated and I couldn't
keep from drinking the salty and hot liquid as it
escaped from her urethra.
The taste of Angi's urine, was something I found
enjoyable, and I swallowed her pee as quickly as I
could. The problem with Angi peeing was the mess it
made in the bed, and I was lucky I had a high quality
mattress cover on the bed. It was stained in red from
Angi losing her virginity, but it kept the mattress
from being soaked in her urine.
Patty returned Sunday evening, and Angi and I met her
at the airport. On the way home, we stopped for dinner,
and enjoyed being like a family.
For the next three years, we became even closer, and at
Angi's suggestion, I started to date Patty. When Angi
was fifteen, we had our final sex together, and after
we were done, she asked me, "Do you mind if we don't do
this anymore, cause I know mom really likes you, and a
boy at school wants to take me out?"
For several minutes, we discussed our relationship,
then Angi moved down and started to suck on my
erection. This was a first for her, and in the past she
had always refused to do it for me, even though she
tried it a couple of times. Her mouth moved up and down
over my cock and after five minutes or so, I told Angi,
"Honey, I'm going to cum, so stop unless you want to
take me."
Angi continued stroking me with her hand and moving her
mouth up and down on my cock, then I shot off in her
mouth. She tried to swallow my load, and took some of
it, but had to draw her mouth from my ejaculating cock.
Two years latter, Patty and I married, and on our
honeymoon, we were setting at the pool on the cruise
ship, and I about passed out when my new bride asked
me, "Do you miss being with Angi, and I knew all about
it, from the start, and hope you don't think ill of me
for not stopping the two of you."
Looking at Patty, I saw a smile on her face, and she
leaned over and kissed me. We rose from the pool and
walked to the bar alongside the pool, and took a seat
on bar stools. After are drinks were served, we spoke
about Angi and I and Patty said at first she wanted to
kill me when she found out I was having sex with her
daughter. Then she explained that Angi had reminded her
that she had promised not to do anything against me,
and so she hadn't stopped Angi from seeing me, or
reporting me to the police.
Patty and I have been married fifteen years, and Angi
has two children.
What Patty did not know was that Angi and Bobby had
been active in sex for the duration of time that he was
still at home, and even once when he was home on leave
from the service. I have never informed Patty of this
fact and don't believe Angi has ever told her mother
about she and Bobby being incestuous together.
Life has strange turns and even the straight lines
aren't always as they seem, and with Angi, Patty and
myself, I will never understand how things really
happened as they did. Just recently I was surprised
when Patty said to me, "You know "our daughter", yes
Angi, asked me last week if I would consider you and I
swinging with she and her husband, as I guess that they
have gotten into that lifestyle."
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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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