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Miss Beauty Pageant
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)
Edited by Boruch
***
Once more was she covered in makeup; forced to dance,
sing, and walk around in clothes that made her feel
uncomfortable. Only this time was different, as she was
now, by one month, a teenager, and the people viewing
her had plans for her. Plans that weren't in her best
interest, as Sandy was about to find out. (MMff, ped,
bi, reluc)
***
When she was only 3-years-old, Sandy Dennis, was
entered in the "Little Queen of Madison Mall" beauty
pageant, by her mother, Gloria. For the next ten years,
Sandy found herself hauled from town-to-town by her
mother for one beauty pageant after another.
Now she was 13-years-old, and her mother had her
entered in the "Miss Teen Thirteen of America." Sandy
was unhappy once again from being forced to enter.
"Just one more beauty contest, Honey, and then we will
stop entering them if you wish," her mother had told
her.
"Mom, I don’t like having to be nude in front of others
while I change clothes." Sandy had told her mother from
the time she was 8 years-old.
Until she was eight, Sandy didn’t notice or even care
about having her body on display while changing
costumes. Since then, she had to endure many,
individuals, walking into the open rooms where the
constants were changing clothes. Often, Sandy had found
herself being alone for a few minutes with either
Roberta Wiseman, or her husband, Barry, while she was
nude or partially nude.
Just yesterday, Sandy remembered, she had just removed
her dance costume, and had slipped her tights off, when
Barry Wiseman had entered the "private dressing room"
allocated to her. The room was not a real room but a
10-x10 cubicle with curtains hanging on metal rods at
the entrance. Standing with her right foot on a folding
chair, she hadn't noticed that "Bug Eye Barry" had
walked into the curtained area where she had just
undressed.
She knew that her ass and crotch were on display as he
had walked in from behind her.
"You look wonderful today, Sandy, you’re sure to win a
major prize for your costume, if not first place."
Barry moved his hand down across her back and onto her
hip. Then curled it under her small rounded hip, with
his fingers lightly touching her sex.
Sandy, startled, had jumped. But her foot was still in
her tights and she started to trip. She felt "Mr. Bug
Eye," close his hands around her waist, and pull her to
him, to keep her from falling. One hand crept up and
was cupping one of the swellings on her chest that was
the first signs of her developing breast. Barry’s other
hand had eased between her legs, and his fingers were
slightly inside the moist lips of her little cleft.
"Mr. Wiseman, you scared me," Sandy said.
But she knew that she must not say anything about how
he was holding her. The last time she had complained to
"Bug Eye," and to her mother, she came in last. Her
mother told her to stop complaining, as no one was
molesting her.
***
That had been when she was ten.
When she was twelve, Mrs. Wiseman, had walked in on
her, in her private dressing room in Cincinnati at the
Miss Ohio Prettiest Preteen Girl. Sandy was nude, and
about to put on her dance costume when Roberta Wiseman,
Old Mother Hen, the girls all called her, strolled into
her room, jabbering a mile a minute.
Roberta, said she knew that she, Sandy Dennis, was
going to win the contest today, if she didn’t fuss at
being "with people." Sandy had learned this meant that
either Roberta, Bug Eye, or another couple who were big
wheels in the pageant organization, were going to cop a
feel of her body.
The other girls and Sandy, who were all regulars at
these pageants created a secret group amongst them to
discuss their being molested. They had formed an
alliance to keep track of what they wee forced to
accept from all the fingers and lips they had come to
know intimately.
Roberta, walked up to Sandy, and hugged her lightly.
She held her face in her hands, and kissed her
forehead.
"Oh, I know those sweet lips have been fixed with
lipstick to shine like a mirror for your dance routine,
but I must kiss them."
Sandy wasn’t prepared as Roberta lowered her face and
her own full and perfectly shaped lips were soon
kissing Sandy’s younger, but even more perfect lips.
Being kissed by Roberta, all the girls had figured out
was a sign they were sure too win the pageant. All the
girls knew their mothers did not want to hear any
objections when Roberta singled you out, and her kiss
made you "Queen" for the pageant, even if there were
another day of contests. Now Sandy stood nude, her
small and lovely lips were being kissed by Roberta.
Then Sandy felt Old Mother Hen do something to her that
the other girls spoke of, but she, Sandy Dennis, had
never experienced previously.
Old Mother Hen moved her right hand onto Sandy’s round
shoulder, then told her how cute her little boobies
were becoming as she played her hand across them. Sandy
had wondered how they could be cute, when they were
just bumps, maybe the size of a cap on a soda pop
bottle. The feeling of her tiny boobs being touched by
Roberta caused mixed reactions. She giggled from the
tingling sensations in her jutting small nipples; but
wondered if she was becoming bi, or queer.
That afternoon she didn’t complain, She had simply
asked her mother if she was gay for liking Old Mother
Hen touching her tiny titty things? But Sandy's mother
slapped her face, and told her to stop being silly.
The next morning, as she was waiting for the $50 makeup
girl, to fix her face, Roberta walked into Sandy’s
private room and immediately locked the door. There was
no doubt what would come next, as all the girls had
experienced Roberta’s "final inspection" to ensure they
were made up and dressed properly to be the big winner
of the pageant. The girls all laughed when they told
how they were always nude, had no make up on yet, and
definitely couldn’t be judged by being dressed properly
when they were "stark assed naked" is how Billy
Sanderson had described her being checked out by Old
Mother Hen.
Once more, Sandy was aware of the overwhelming aroma,
of Roberta’s $200 an ounce perfume, as her arms
encircled her, and pulled her to her and kissed her
lips.
"Good morning, Sweety, today is your big day, so sing
and walk on the runway, in a winner’s way, and I just
know, you’ll win."
As she spoke, Sandy actually awaited the kiss, the
feeling of the woman’s hands on her tiny nips, and she
knew, today would be the day she was going to feel Old
Mother Hen’s fingers playing with her thing.
For a few minutes, Sandy waited for something more than
enjoying the feeling of the woman’s hands stroking her
nearly nonexistent breasts. Then Sandy felt the fingers
stroking across her chest, down to her stomach, and
onto the tops of her thighs, right where her legs
joined her body. Then fingers were moving and forcing
open the legs so they could reach their goal.
Before they did, Roberta said, "Darling, let's move to
where you can relax on the sofa."
Before she realized what was occurring, Sandy was not
only having her breasts caressed; but fingers were once
more prying open her legs.
Sandy almost jumped out of her skin, when she watched
Roberta moving her face toward her tummy. But, it
wasn’t her tummy those lips were seeking. Their quarry
was between her thighs, which she instinctively spread
open as if this had happened millions of times in the
past.
Sandy had no knowledge of a woman kissing another
woman, or in her case a young girl, between her legs.
Something in her mind automatically told her to open
her young shapely dance toned legs. The lips found her
tiny swollen mound that lay above and on each side of
her luscious pussy, as the older woman slathered the
spot where until now, only Barry had ever touched.
None of the girls had ventured to tell each other that
they had felt Roberta’s lips on their pussy mound.
Sandy guessed, that they would be thought queer. Since
no one wanted to be labeled gay; this part of being the
winner had remained a secret. From that moment on, even
Sandy never admitted to having been eaten out by
Roberta.
Roberta kissed and licked the soft folds of Sandy’s
pussy, Smiling at herself, she knew the young girl was
scared, yet excited, as the sheen of her sexual
moisture and musky odor greeted her. The small
clitoris, directly above Sandy’s female gash. It had
become hard and stuck out from the crevice that
sheltered it. There was no doubt that the girl was
sexually excited.
Roberta moved her lips once more onto the slick,
swollen stalk, kissing it, and then pleasuring it with
her soft and experienced tongue. Thinking, as she
licked the virgin female pussy-mound and slit, how many
young girls have I enjoyed in these way, and knew it
was hundreds, and most were virgins.
Sandy felt the kissing and licking on her tiny twat,
and she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to bump her
hips up to Roberta’s face, but was uncertain if she
should.
Then her answer came from the woman.
Roberta moved her hands under the girl and took the
firm swells of her buttocks in her hand, and pulling
her mouth away from the tiny slit, said, "You can move
your hips or do anything, even say anything, just enjoy
and do as you wish, that is what being close with
another woman is all about."
Immediately, Sandy’s hips raised up to make contact
with Roberta’s mouth and tongue, and her voice seemed
like it was from someone else, as she whispered to the
older woman, "Um, I feel funny, and good all at the
same time, Roberta, you’re making me want to feel your
mouth even more, and please squeeze my hips, I,
Roberta, what is happening, I feeeel, oh..."
Nothing pleased Roberta more, than knowing she gave
some young girl her first climax, and with Sandy, the
woman believed she had reached the pinnacle with such a
girl. This was a first for Roberta, to hear such words
from a young girl as she gave down her virgin flow of
wetness.
Needing to see if Barry had captured the preteen before
her, she eased her long nailed middle finger between
the soaking wet sex of the young girl. My god, Roberta
though, this girl is tighter than the 9-year-old she
had seduced to the extent that she had punctured her
cherry while her gay mother held her.
When her finger nail eased against Sandy’s cherry,
Roberta knew that her husband must he holding off for
this girl until she turns thirteen, Barry’s favorite
age. He often told his wife how much he wanted take a
thirteen-year-old's cherry, just once!
Slowly, Roberta pressed her finger into the sex of the
squirming body of the young girl, and finally she heard
the girl sob out it was hurting her, but she
kept the pressure of her manicured nail against the
membrane that closed
off the interior of the girls virgin sex, and the path
to her womb.
She pulled her finger out of the 12-year-old girl's
small crease, so she could play with the hardened clit.
Looking up at the face of the young girl, she saw a
dreamy look on Sandy’s face.
She spoke in a soft voice, asking, "Did you enjoy that,
Sandy, and would you like me to do it once more, before
you go win the pageant?"
Roberta knew the girl wanted to experience the
sensations once more, so she again asked, "Sandy, I
would love to make you feel wonderful and delightful
once more. If you want me to take you to that lovely
feeling once more, just tell me."
Sandy was afraid to ask, but she ached for that warm
feeling to pass through her body once more. But,
finally, the teasing finger on her tiny bump, at the
top of her sex, reawakened her need. "I would like to
have you... yeah... do me again... Roberta, I love
you... and you make me feel good, so... lick me...
again, please."
As soon as the words left the girl’s mouth, Roberta had
begun to touch the tip of her tongue to the swollen
prepuce as she licked deeply into the virgin opening
between Sandy’s thighs. Gripping one hip in her hand,
she moved the other onto her trembling pussy mound. Her
slippery tongue sought out Sandy's erect young clit,
emerging out of the prepuce.
As Roberta's tongue swirled around her entire sex, her
finger was moving over and teasing Sandy’s love button,
building her to an even higher orgasm.
She brimmed over with pride, as she brought the 12-
year-old to a mind shattering climax.
Waves of delight passed through Sandy, as she screamed
out her orgasm. "Roberta, oh, it’s happening, I love
you, oh yes... augh, yes... I love you,"
For the first time, Sandy moved her hands down and took
Roberta’s perfectly styled head in her hands. Using all
the strength she could find in her body, Sandy pulled
the woman’s face tight to the expanse between her
thighs, until she could hardly breathe.
As her climax passed, Sandy laid back on the sofa with
her left leg hanging down toward the floor. Breathing
deeply, she whimpered as Roberta caressed her stomach
and tiny breasts, that were really nothing more than a
puffy nipples no bigger than of a dime. Looking at the
opening between the girl’s thighs, now glistening with
the spendings of her recent cum, Roberta was tempted to
sink her long nailed finger into Sandy’s sex, and
capture her cherry, then taste the delightful red
liquid it would release.
For a few more minutes, Roberta’s hands roved all over
the smooth skin of the lovely girl. Then, lipstick and
hair be damned, she pushed her face back between the
young girl's thighs. Before she was aware of it,
Sandy's young sex was again the subject of lesbian
love. As her voice cried out her release, it could be
heard outside the room where the two women were
standing: a very young girl and, a lovely adult woman!
"YES, OH, ROBERTA!! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL FUNNY AGAIN.
IT’S SO STRONG THIS TIME!! AUGHHHHHHHH!!! NO, NOOOOOO,
MORE, NO MORE, IT IS SO GOOD. I LOVE YOU ROBERTA. YOUR
TONGUE. OH ROBERTAAAAA! YESSSS!"
The young girl cried out her reality of her having
enjoyed lesbian love so completely.
Knowing others had surely heard her cries of passions,
she didn’t care Her body was floating somewhere miles
up in the sky. Next door, Marti DeWisse, listened to
what she knows was the voice of the pageant’s winner.
She knew exactly what Sandy Dennis had just
experienced, as she herself had experienced Roberta’s
love making techniques last year. The worst part for
Marti, were the insults she got from Roberta when she
asked her only yesterday to make love with her once
more.
"You had your turn, so find some dyke to do you. This
lady is going to be busy, and you understand the way
the game is played. So go finger your sloppy cunt, you
little bitch," Roberta had told Marti.
But before leaving the girl, her hand reached her hand
inside the panties Marti was wearing, and within
moments, had shoved her long middle finger, with the
razor sharp nail, through her virginity, and despite
the pain, Marti was nearly coming when Roberta pulled
her finger from her bleeding sex, and after licking her
finger, walked from the room, winking as she walked out
the door.
"Maybe I will change my mind later, and you’d like that
wouldn’t you?"
Marti wondered if Roberta would see her, at least once,
but instead of crying over the lose of her virginity by
a woman’s finger, instead of a male organ, she smiled.
At least the woman of her dreams had been the one to
get my cherry, Marti thought to herself with pride in
the fact.
Standing outside her daughter’s changing room door,
while Sandy was having her tremendous orgasm, her
mother, Gloria, knew what was occurring, and she felt
herself cringe in sexual delight. She and Roberta had
more than once brought each other to the highest pitch
of sex two women can enjoy. For a fleeting moment,
Gloria thought of enjoying some sexual play with her
daughter, but then shook off the incestuous idea.
***
Just as she was about to leave, she heard the door
behind her open, and turning saw Marti DeWisse, peeking
out.
Marti asked, "Is something wrong with Sandy?"
"No, she is fine, and would you mind if I sit in your
room for a few minutes, as Sandy is getting ready for
the pageant and wishes to be alone." Gloria said as she
pushed Marti's door open.
Seeing Marti was nude, took Gloria back for a moment,
and she apologized as she entered the girl’s private
dressing room.
Looking at the young girl, Gloria was surprised at how
developed the girl was, and asked, "How old are you,
and you’re very attractive, Marti."
"I’m thirteen, and thank you, Gloria," the young girl
said. She used only her first name as if they were
friends.
Walking over to Gloria, she hugged her and kissed her
cheek and told the woman, "I hope Sandy wins, and I
guess she will for certain, after her shouting out her
happiness."
Marti, nude, still hugging the woman, let her know that
she knew what was happening with her daughter.
She softly said, "Last year I won, and guess it was
Sandy’s turn to be judged, by Roberta."
Gloria understood exactly what the well-developed girl
was implying, but until now Gloria had not believed the
rumors of how the winner was picked for this particular
pageant. Now she knew that her daughter had just
engaged in lesbian sex with Roberta.
Speaking softly, Marti told Gloria, "I wish I could
enjoy winning, you understand what I mean don’t you?"
Then Marti hugged Gloria tighter, and again asked the
woman a question that both knew the meaning of, "Should
I lock my door, Gloria, and our secret will remain just
that, a secret between us, but I have to be ready in
one hour for my dancing routine?"
"Yes," the older woman answered in a breathless voice,
and she removed her dress, then her bra, and panty
hose, and was standing nude, as nude as Marti. There
was no doubt that Marti had been taken by Roberta, but
for Gloria, this would be the first time she had ever
considered being with a young girl. In fact, other than
Roberta, she had been with no one sexually, but her
husband.
Reaching out to each other, the two females were
pressing their breasts together, and they each reached
down and gripped each other’s buttocks.
They were both kissing as Gloria moved the young girl
over to the cot and eased both of them down. As the
woman began feeling her rock hard breasts, and then
sucking on her nipples, she was amazed as how quickly
this 13 year-old responded sexually.
No more than five minutes had passed since she entered
Marti’s dressing room, yet the young girl was building
to a climax. Slowly she kissed her way down across the
girl’s stomach to kiss and lick her pungent tasting
sex.
"Gloria, I cumming, oh, yes, make me cum, yes, I’m
going off, yessss!"
Marti was surprised at how quickly the sparks had flown
between them.
She wanted to return the feelings.
She wanted to perform her first lesbian encounter where
she would be the one playing the male.
Marti remembered how Roberta had laid over her, and
rubbed her thick mons against her smaller puffy pussy-
mound. She rolled on top of Gloria, with one leg
between the older woman's silky thighs, and rubbed her
lightly, brown-haired pubes against the blonde bush of
her pageant-friend’s mother.
Slowly, Marti went down on the woman and lapped up the
sweet juices flowing from her 30-something quim. For
the next four or five minutes, she gave the woman, a
tongue bath around and inside her throbbing sex. When
she felt Gloria about to climax, she slipped two
fingers into the hot core of the sex she was licking.
Gloria cried out her release, and knew that she had to
sample the young girl once more. So she needed to find
someway to be alone with her yet again.
The musky smell of female sex still thickly perfumed
the dressing room as the two women sat together on the
cot.
Marti told Gloria about Roberta taking her virginity
with her finger, and all the bad things she had called
her.
They made plans to try and get together later this
evening, if possible.
Marti, asked Gloria to let her do her one more time.
Gloria could hardly wait!
The idea of the young girl eating her out started her
juices flowing yet again.
Later, that evening, the two enjoyed several hours of
hot lesbian sex.
***
"Sandy, my wife says you’re sure to win. Is that
right?" Barry asked the blushing young girl.
"Yeah, I guess so."
With concern being evident in her voice, asked, "What
all did Roberta say about us, I mean me?"
Barry knew what the girl wanted; but he simply
answered, "Mrs. Wiseman told me that there was only one
girl who should win, and that person is you. That’s ALL
she told me."
Smiling, he asked. "Is there something else I should
know about, Sandy?"
"No, that’s all, Mr. Wiseman."
Sandy tried not to squirm while Bug Eye continued
holding held her left breast while the fingers on his
other hand diddled the small crease between her legs.
Sandy was having strange feelings in her tiny slit when
she heard Mr. Wiseman say, "You are so nice, would you
like to be the Queen today, and my, you have a few
hairs on your little sex, did they just come in since
last month?"
The comment caught Sandy by surprise, as she hadn’t
been aware she had hair between her legs. But when his
finger pressed between her lips of her sex, then pushed
their way into her; waves of pleasure coursed through
her entire body like electricity.
Sandy had stood still, while Mr. Wiseman fondled her in
ways she didn’t understand. But when these intense
feelings of ecstasy struck her, Sandy's knees turned to
water as her body sagged against the man who was
touching her down to her very soul.
She sobbed, "Mr. Wiseman, I feel so..."
To keep her from falling, he took his hands away from
the intimate places he'd been stroking. This was a
profound disappointment for Sandy; she wanted him to
stroke her some more. As Sandy regained her feet he
moved away to stand in front of her.
Taking her hands in his, he asked, "Did you go off,
Sweetheart, did you come?"
Sandy had no idea about what he was asking, but she
knew it must be something sexual, and wonderful.
She stuttered, still trying to catch her breath, "Yeah,
I g-guess I came, b-but I haven’t b-before, and I-I..."
Once more, Bug Eye hugged her, and to her surprise, he
was kissed her with his tongue in her mouth. Then she
felt his hand moving between her thin and shapely
thighs, and his fingers were playing in her still
sensitive, turgid clit.
"Mr. Wiseman, you’re making me feel funny between my
legs, and I’ve never been kissed before, like you did
to me, with your tongue in my mouth."
"You’re pussy is still wet. You did get off! Was that
your first cum? Tell me, Sweetheart, was that the first
time you ever got your goodies?"
Then he asked her a very personal question, "Do you
play with your pussy? Tell me the truth, as I think you
deserve to be Queen today"
"MR. WISEMAN, I DON’T TOUCH MYSELF! THAT ISN’T NICE!
HOW COULD YOU ASK ME SUCH A QUESTION???"
Then Sandy wondered where her mother was. She told the
man who, again, had eased his finger past the entrance
of her tiny sex,
"We better stop, Mom will be coming in soon."
"No, she won’t enter here, until I leave, OH! Sandy! I
got your virgin cum. Now get your gown on, and you will
be queen in another hour or so."
Mr. Wiseman left the curtain-made room after kissing
her once more. Sandy reached down and felt her tiny
sex. She found it was wet and slick with something.
Then she moved over and stood in front of the mirror on
the stand, and looked between her legs, seeing she had
perhaps a couple of hairs growing at the top of her
sex.
Sandy had read novels about a woman having a climax. So
she knew that was what Bug Eye (no she must now call
him Mr. Wiseman, from now on) meant by a "cum."
But she knew, after she pleasured him, she would be
crowned queen at the end of the contest.
"Hi, Honey, are you ready to put your new gown on for
the final judging, and was Mr. Wiseman here to see
you?"
Gloria knew that the pageant chairman had been in the
curtain made room, as she had listened to the
conversation between her daughter and the man who held
her fate as queen in his hands.
I wish that I could have seen what had happened during
the time her daughter was alone with that man, Then she
remembered the video camera she placed on the small
table, and wondered if it had all been caught on film.
She hoped to see him get her daughters’ first cum, as
she had heard it, standing outside the curtain.
A few hours later, Gloria watched the video of her
daughter and Barry Wiseman, and she saw him fingering
her little daughter’s sex, and was totally surprised as
she watched the facial expression as Sandy evidently
had her first climax, and a strong one at that.
Standing alone in her room, and having just showered,
she was surprised when someone knocked on her door.
Deciding that it was likely the hotel staff, she walked
to the door and asked, "Yes, who is it?"
"Gloria, it’s me, Barry, I need to speak with you."
Opening the door, with the security bar still on, she
looked around the edge and open portion of the door,
and asked what he needed to speak with her about?
"Your daughter is winning the pageant, but I need your
personal help. Do you understand?"
My God, Gloria thought, he wants sex with me, and
knowing someone may notice Barry standing outside her
door, she opened it and allowed him to enter the room
and find her nude.
Within five minutes, Gloria was on her back, and Barry
Wiseman was filling her with his manhood. His cock felt
huge compared to her husband, the only other male that
ever penetrated her.
If she thought Barry would leave after one orgasm, she
thought wrong! He wasn’t satisfied until he had filled
her sex with what had to be three massive loads of male
juice. When she walked him to the door, and told him
goodbye, Gloria felt his cum gushing from her sex, and
running down her leg.
Barry wanted her twice more before the contest ended,
and upon her return home, and two months had passed,
and she hadn’t had her period, Gloria knew she was
pregnant with Barry’s child, as her husband had become
impotent. A week later, an abortion ended her
pregnancy, and no one else was aware of her having been
with child.
Gloria looked at her daughter’s pubic area, and sure
enough there were a few hairs growing over her sex, and
they were short, and lay outward from the top of her
crease. Seeing the dewey droplets just inside her pink
folds; Gloria needed an excuse to check daughter’s sex
for sexual activity. She told Sandy, "You're kind of
sweaty between your legs, so stand still and I will
wipe you dry." as she took a tissue from the box on the
table
This allowed Gloria to let one finger stroke lightly
across the narrow opening between her daughter’s legs,
and she felt what was assuredly the vaginal wetness of
a climax or at least excitement.
"Have I sold my daughter to a man, so she will win the
contest?" Gloria asked herself as she felt the creamy
lubrication from her little girl’s cunt between her
finger tips.
During the next hour, Sandy walked like a model. When
the final judging was over, and they announced the
third, second and winner of the Miss Teen Thirteen-
Queen Pageant. Sandy listened, as she was announced,
the winner, and crowned as Miss Teen Thirteen Queen.
"Did I win for allowing the man to feel my tiny sex,
and giving me my first climax? Perhaps, it was worth
the molesting, to win such a great title and crown."
Sandy reasoned.
After the show, Gloria and Sandy packed their things
from the contest, then walked into the hotel restaurant
and lounge to get something to eat. Sandy was proud to
be the queen, as this was the first time she had won
first place in a beauty contest. She had won as Miss
Little something or the other a few times, and when she
was eleven, she had been named Miss Photogenic.
Sandy could recall all the details of that contest...
Mr. Wiseman had walked in on her that day too.
Sandy wore only short robe that barely covered her
loins, when Mr. Wiseman, had asked after he barged into
her private dressing room and asked: "What are you
going to wear today, for your final contest photos,
Sandy?"
Holding up a cowgirl outfit, which consisted of a short
skirt, that only came a few inches below her butt, and
a plaid blouse, and a cowgirl hat covered in silver and
turquoise pieces, with boots to match the design on the
hat.
Her mother had purchased a tiny thong panty for her to
wear under that skirt. She told her daughter, "When you
move, this will allow your cute little buttocks to show
when the skirt flips, and don’t forget how I taught you
to move."
"Mom, I feel funny when I know people can see my butt,
can’t I wear tights?"
"No, Baby, the judges will want to see you looking
adult like, and you have a cute round little hips, so
make the other girls jealous," Gloria had told her
daughter.
Then she added, "Mr. Wiseman may want to judge you
before the contest, so do whatever he asks."
Then Gloria added, "Don’t complain or you will come in
last like before, and it will take a while until you
start winning again."
"Why don’t you let me see you in the cowgirl costume?
Perhaps I can give you some pointers on how to wear the
outfit," Mr. Wiseman had asked.
"Mr. Wiseman, I-I don’t have anything on under my robe,
and maybe..."
"Fine, Sandy, if you don’t want my help; I will leave,
and you can take your chances on winning without my
help!" Mr. Wiseman told her, and acted like he was
going to open the door and leave the room.
Sandy knew her mother would be upset, if she didn’t
allow Mr. Wiseman to assist her, and let him see her.
Then she told the man, "Okay, I will change into the
outfit for you to help me in how to pose."
"Great, and by the way, let me do some photographs of
you while you change. They will help in my judging of
you, and the other girls won't know I’ve helped you."
After she posed in her short robe, Mr. Wiseman had her
pull it from her shoulders, and let it lay on her legs.
He then asked her to pose in the nude, on her stomach,
laying on her side, doing squats, and sitting in the
chair, with her legs parted, and her sex on display.
Sandy remembered one series of photos where she was
laying on her back, and asked to pull her legs back and
spread them as wide as she could.
When she was putting on her cowgirl costume, she was
photographed in just the thong, then the skirt, and
then with the skirt and blouse. It was almost like she
was doing a reverse strip for Mr. Wiseman.
A few times she laid on her back while Mr. Wiseman
hovered directly over her, with the fingers of his free
hand on her sex. But soon enough, those fingers parted
the tiny vaginal lips covering her vaginal opening; and
gently twisted those little nipples until they were
hard as pencil erasers. All the while, the camera was
grinding away at her aroused, nubile yet underdeveloped
body.
Sandy remembered how she had been asked to move over
and lay backwards on the chair, with her back on the
seat, and her legs hanging up over the back. Her legs
were spread so wide apart, Sally wondered how far up
inside her passage Mr. Wiseman could see as he stood
behind the chair taking photos of her little pussy.
Mr. Wiseman again moved his fingers into her tiny
little opening, when she simply cried out, "Gee,
YEOWWW! Oh no, not like that, like that hurts when you
push your fingers in too far." Sandy understood she’d
been molested, but couldn’t tell her mom, or she would
likely slap her. Yet the feeling of being touched like
she had been, gave Sandy feelings an 11 year-old didn’t
understand.
Sandy was scared, but allowed her body to be
photographed whenever she was asked. Now Sandy wondered
what would happen at the next contest, and it wasn’t
long until she found out what was to be expected of
her. Two months later, they were at the Miss Preteen
National Sweetheart Pageant. Somehow, Sandy was always
alone when Mr. Wiseman would find a reason to enter her
private dressing room.
She seemed to always have a private room. Only she and
one other girl ever had a private room.
Sandy was standing in her thong panties, at the
Pageant, when Bug Eye came into her room and showed her
photographs he had taken before. They were just ones of
her in the cowgirl costume, but none of the nude shots.
Before she realized what was happening, Mr. Wiseman
slipped his hand inside her panties and his fingers
were playing with her slit. In no time, Sandy felt Mr.
Wiseman’s finger slipping inside her small female
opening, like hen had done so many times before
"That hurts when you push it in too far, Mr. Wiseman."
she told him.
He kissed her lips, and as he pulled his offending
finger out of her slick slit.
He told her, "Your still cherry, so save it for me! And
congrats on winning Miss Preteen National Sweetheart."
"How can I have won, we haven’t finished the contest?"
Sandy asked, in total innocence.
Worse yet, she later listened as her mother accepted a
scary proposal from Bug Eye.
Sandy and her mother had gone to the cocktail lounge,
where Barry and Roberta Wiseman were seated at a table.
They invited Sandy and her mother to join them. Mrs.
Wiseman told Sandy how lovely she looked and was happy
she had won the title of Queen.
After cocktails, Sandy and her mom were invited to
join the Wisemans' for dinner.
During dinner, Sandy listened in disbelief as Mr.
Wiseman asked her mother if it would be possible for
him to take Sandy with him to the Miss Senior Teen
contest in Ft. Myers Beach, in two weeks.
"She’ll get exposure with older girls. She can take the
awards she had won over the year with her and have them
on display with her in a special booth. Some of the top
contest sponsors will be on hand, and Sandy will be
given the chance, I’m certain, to be invited to enter
other contests. this will be great for her future"
The trip would only include her and Mr. Wiseman!
She thought of how he had actually molested her, and
then taken those prurient photos.
Sandy wondered what he had done with the photos; if he
had sold them. "He would never do that," she thought.
She thought wrong! Those photo were being viewed in the
oriental market, and bringing top dollar.
After dinner, Sandy got her mom alone when they went to
get the bags from their room.
She told Gloria, "I don’t want to go without you or at
least Roberta on the trip, mom, I’m afraid of him."
"Stop it right now, you will be all right, and Mr.
Wiseman will be good to you, Sandy, honey."
She continued, "Mr. Wiseman likes you, so you be good
to him. Sometimes he might like you A LOT! So you have
to let him. He wants you, so let him do what he wants.
Understand? Do you understand, what I’m saying?"
"Yeah." I thought. "He will be touching me again.
Giving me those strange needful feelings."
She recalled how he had made her "cum", as he called
it. It made her whole body explode with pleasure.
On the plane, Mr. Wiseman did all he could to make her
feel comfortable.
At the hotel, they had separate rooms but with an
adjoining door.
"Sandy, you can get unpacked, and we’ll get something
to eat. I’m hungry and think you likely are as well.
There are no meetings until Friday morning, so if you
like, after we eat, you can go to the beach."
We walked up the street to a restaurant that had tables
looking out over the Gulf. Sandy was starting to relax
as Mr. Wiseman, seemed to be just a regular person,
and had not tried to touch her.
When they got back to the hotel, Sandy went into her
room to put on her bathing suit. When she was all
undressed, Mr. Wiseman came through the common door.
"Not ready yet, pretty one?" he cracked.
She should have been embarrassed, but having been nude
in front of him before, she didn’t feel uncomfortable.
He sat on her bed and watched her put her suit on.
He laughed when she pulled the bikini bottoms of the
suit up over her hips. "You look like an octopus trying
to get in those bottoms, a good thing they aren’t any
tighter."
He stared intently at her tiny titty-bumps as she
reached for her top that was laying on the bed next to
him. His breathing became more rapid he continued to
stare at her little bumps.
She felt a little funny, not from his staring but
because her bumps were so small.
"You’re staring at me, and I don’t have any real woman
titties for you to see, Mr. Wiseman."
Her 13-year-old mind was curious, and she sat down on
the bed next to Mr. Wiseman, and pretended to be upset.
"Mr. Wiseman, I feel so weird, it's like they'll never
get any..." then acted like she was going to cry.
Evidently it was a good enough an act, because Mr.
Wiseman immediately reached out and pulled her up on
his lap.
She wondered, "Will he try to kiss me?"
What she really wanted was for him to touch those tiny
little nubbins, and reassure her that that they would
get bigger.
She remembered his touch at the last contest, now she
wanted to have her private places touched again by the
man she call "Bug Eye."
She called him that because his eyes seemed to "bug
out" whenever he looked at her; whether she was
completely nude or not. It was as though he was totally
overcome with lascivious fantasies of having this young
child.
"What do you think you will never get, Sandy?" He
asked, while moving his right hand on her tiny boobs.
"You have nice little buttons, and your breast are
lovely, and some day they will be 36 C-cup, so don’t
fret, about how big they are now."
Then he moved his face down and started kissing the
small nipples and sucking them between his lips. Sandy
was not just surprised, and she was feeling a single
line of pure sexual feeling moving from her nipples to
the tiny slit between her legs.
Unable to speak, and knowing she was too young to be
understand the feelings the older man was creating in
her body, she just sat on the man’s lap and enjoyed the
sensations going through her.
The phone rang, and as it was in her room, she climbed
down, from Mr. Wiseman’s lap and answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Hi, Honey, it’s mom, how are you, what are you doing?"
"Oh, hi mom, I was just getting ready to go to the
beach with Mr. Wiseman," and thinking fast, told her
mother, "I’m in my bathing suit, and was going to go
next door and knock on his door, and tell him I was
dressed and ready to leave for the beach."
Sandy heard her mother ask her all kind of question,
and when she asked if they had done anything else, she
knew her mother was speaking about what she had just
experienced. They ended their conversation with Gloria
telling her daughter, "Don’t give Mr. Wiseman any
trouble, and do as he asks." Then told each other
goodbye, and they loved each other, and hung up the
phone.
After spending an hour on the beach, they went into the
small coffee shop in the hotel lobby. While enjoying
the light lunch, Sandy looked at the man she was with,
and asked, "Mr. Wiseman, can I call you, Barry?"
"Would you like that, I mean is there a reason why you
want to call me Barry?"
"Yeah, I want to call you Barry, I mean, you know, you
touch me, and kiss me like I’m your girlfriend. And to
be honest, I liked you kissing and sucking my little
nips.
Am I bad for liking that, BARRY?"
"No, you’re not bad, but when we are around other
people it would be better if you called me Mr. Wiseman.
You understand that, don’t you?"
"Yeah, I understand, B a r r y," Sandy said in a soft
drawn out voice, and felt a need to ask him one more
question. "Mr. Wis... I mean Barry, just tell me the
truth, but it’s wrong for you to touch me, like you
know, like between my legs and on my little bumps, it
is wrong, isn’t it?" Then Sandy added, "I don’t want
you to get in trouble, so I won’t tell anyone. But did
my mom tell you it was okay for you to do things with
me?"
Looking at the girl, Barry could see she was being
honest in her questions, but he knew he needed to be
guarded in his reply, so he told her just enough to
satisfy her curiosity. "Yes, Sandy, I’m not supposed to
touch you in an inappropriate manner, but I would not
touch you to hurt you, so always remember that if I
should touch you in a way you find uncomfortable, just
tell me."
"Barry, do you like my little bumps, and when you
kissed them and sucked on them before we went to the
beach, it felt strange, but really good."
Once more Sandy asked, "What did mom say about you and
me, tell me the truth, what has she told you about
doing things with me?"
"Sandy, your mother wants you to be queen in all the
pageants, and eventually crowned Miss America!"
"You aren’t telling me if she said it was okay for you
to put your finger inside me, kiss my tits, and to take
pictures of me in the nude, that is what I want to
know, so tell me the truth."
"Your mother knows I want you to win, and she has said
I could make both you and I feel good, and so I guess
that means it is okay for me to touch you and take your
photographs in the nude."
Barry knew the girl was weighing the facts, and her
mother was aware of her being touched by him, and that
Sandy was now allowing it to happen.
"Sandy, what say we go take so photographs of you in
the room, and in fact, I will go get my camera, and
take some photographs of you on the beach, would you
like that?"
"Sure, do you really believe I’m pretty and can be a
national queen winner?"
Ten minutes later, Sandy was walking the beach with
Barry, who was also a top photographer, whose modeling
photos had won several awards, as did his nature
photographs. Because of his photos, Barry had started
the pageants that gave him and his wife, Roberta, a
hefty six figure income.
Sandy and Barry walked to the far end of the beach,
stopping at a jetty, and they walked to the back side
of the large broken rocks and concrete. Barry saw no
one else around the area, or could view them as he
photographed the teen girl.
"Would you like to do some nice shots with your top
off, sweetheart?" Barry asked the young girl.
Barry knew from the look on Sandy’s face that she liked
hearing him call her "sweetheart."
Nothing else was said as the young girl reached behind
her and unsnapped the hooks holding her top together.
She handed it to a smiling Barry, and asked, "Is this
okay? I could take my bottoms off too, if you would
like."
For nearly thirty minutes, Barry photographed the
pretty young girl, and saw she enjoyed posing nude
before the camera lens. Without having to tell her,
Barry watched Sandy spread her legs, and place her
hands and fingers near or on her sex. Sandy inserted
her finger inside her nearly hairless pussy, and Barry
couldn’t believe how easy Sandy allowed her actions to
take over.
Barry continued snapping shot after shot as she wiggled
back into her bikini. The card in the digital camera
would hold hundreds of photographs, and Barry knew he
could make considerable money on the photographs.
He asked the young beauty, "Perhaps we can find you the
thong bathing suit you want?"
"Really, but I don’t have enough money to pay for it,
could you lend me the money until I get home, Barry?"
"No, I won’t lend you the money, but how about I
purchase it for you as a gift?"
"You would do that for me? Really? OH, BARRY!! I could
love you!"
That, Barry thought was exactly what he planned, when
he invited the girl to travel with him to the pageant
in Ft. Myers. Sandy’s mother had suggested his taking
Sandy with him, before discussing the trip at the
restaurant dinner table.
Barry studied the look on the face of Sandy’s mother,
Gloria and asked, "You understand, what has been going
on, has been with your tacit approval. More important,
is what will happen when I take you daughter alone with
me to Ft. Myers?"
With a slight gasp in her voice, Gloria understood she
was consenting for the man to engage in sex with her
young daughter. Gloria believed it was necessary, if it
helped her daughter become a national queen.
Barry had set up a video cam in the room before they
went to bed. He wanted to be sure to place a remote mic
on the head board to capture the sounds of their
lovemaking.
Then he thought, "No! I want two cameras, on at the
foot of the bed, and another close to the side of the
bed. Hell, I want to watch her expression when I get
her young cherry.
Walking back to the hotel, Barry found other locations
to photograph the 13-year-old, and people assumed it
was a father and daughter they were watching as the man
took pictures of his pretty, long haired, blonde
daughter.
They returned to the hotel, showered, dressed, and went
shopping. They walked In a shop near the hotel; Sandy
found the suit she wanted. Barry saw how the material
disappeared between the small and firm round balls to
her hips and ass as she modeled her new thong bathing
suit.
The image provided Barry with pure lust.
When she came out of the dressing room, he saw she had
a slight tear of gratitude in her eye.
Barry knew that she was his.
Now, he wondered, how long he could wait to take her.
Should I just play with her tonight, and take her
tomorrow, or wait a couple of days and building her up
with romance, or simply get her young cherry tonight?
Hell, I want her bad, and it will be tonight!
On the way back, Barry spotted a camera store. There,
he purchased two digital cameras that recorded on disk,
and two that recorded on VHS for five hours, along with
additional items he would need to set up his hotel room
as a recording studio.
Sandy asked, "Why are you buying all these cameras, to
video tape me? Barry, make me a movie star and I will
be yours. Do you understand what I mean? I will be
yours!"
"Sandy, my dearest, I understand what you are saying,
but do you understand what you are offering me? I will
make you a movie star, that’s certain. So, you tell me
how you will be mine."
"B a r r y, do you want to, like you know, do it with
me, even if I’m young?"
"My God, what you’re offering me is so very personal
and intimate, if I understand you. I need to know if
you're serious in your offer."
"Can we discuss this back at the hotel, and maybe over
dinner. And would you buy me a dress to wear to dinner,
and some new high heels?" Sandy paused a moment, then
told Barry, "I want to dress up for you, but all my
good things are what I wear for the pageants."
"Sure, lets take this stuff back to the hotel, and we
will take the car and drive down to the mall to some
great stores."
"Barry, the malls are for older women, like my mom,.
There’s a couple of upscale boutiques around the hotel.
I'd like to dress for you in something nice, then leave
the doors open between our rooms. You understand what I
mean, B a r r y?"
She cast her eyes downward and said softly, "Barry, I’m
scared!"
Taking Sandy’s hand in his, Barry understood the 13-
year-old girl was offering him her virginity, but he
questioned if she realized what she was offering.
Squeezing her hand as they walked back to the hotel,
and took their items to their rooms. Nothing more had
been said.
Sandy sat on the edge of her bed, with her hands held
together between her legs, that were also squeezed
together around her fists. Her head was hanging down,
and her eyes appeared to be shut. Barry's experience
with other girls her age knew her body language spoke
volumes.
Sandy was thinking about what she had offered to do
this evening. Returning to the hotel, she knew this was
where she would give up her virginity.
With a soft and gently pitch to his voice, Barry asked,
"Ready to go shopping, Sweetheart, and you look so
pretty, have I ever told you that?"
Looking up at the man she knew would make her a woman;
she was wondering if she should tell him she had
changed her mind. Then she knew that he would only do
what she wanted, and nothing more!
Smiling, answered him, "Sure, lets go shopping. But why
did we come down three days early for the pageant? It
doesn’t start until Friday, does it?"
"I have to get things set up, and arrange the
conference rooms. Also, make certain the rooms for the
contestants, the stage and other things are ready when
the girls check in. Besides, I wanted to show you
Florida, and have someone to have dinner with while I’m
here.
So let’s get you a dress and shoes"
At the first store, she found three dresses she wanted
to try on. Sandy tried on a mini dress that showed off
her young, thin shapely legs. Trying on the second
dress, Sandy didn’t like it at all, as it was a
handkerchief style.
When Sandy exited the dressing room, wearing the third
dress, Barry saw it was the perfect dress for the young
girl. It was a soft blue, and the skirt was about mid-
thigh. The scalloped bodice accentuated her youthful
cleavage enough to make her seem older, or at least
have more of a chest.
"Barry, I love this dress, and look how it fits me, but
I like the first one, but I can’t decide, which one to
get, you pick out which one I should get."
"Tell you what, Miss Sandy, you look scrumptious in
both of them, so I say we take them both. Deal?"
Smiling at the girl, Barry asked, "Guess that means we
need to purchase two pair of shoes. Right, sweetheart?"
They returned to the hotel, and Barry set up the video
cameras where he wanted. He then took a large towel and
damp wash cloth out of the bathroom back to his bed,
and placed them under a pillow. Barry walked through
the common door and saw Sandy's her new clothes laid
out on the spare bed. Looking at the clothes spread out
on the bed. She had removed the tags, and had tried on
her new outfits. Now, she was sound asleep on the other
bed, wearing only her thong panties.
He retrieved his digital camera, and shot photos of the
blissful and peaceful looking expression on the
sleeping girl’s face. He took close up shots, of her
tiny exposed breasts, while thinking of the pure and
innocent features of the sleeping girl he was about to
debauch.
Barry leaned over and blew air from on the tiny nipple
nearest him. He watched as the nipple responded, even
though it was extremely small, smaller in fact, than
his own. The cool rush air caused her nipple to pucker
and the areola to crinkle. The light pink colors of her
breast buds were so pale, and they were nearly the same
color as the skin on her body. Barry shot at least
fifty shots of the nipples of the girl as she slept.
He then picked up the video camera, and reentering
Sandy’s room, took several video minutes of the
sleeping girl. He had the urge to pull her panties to
the side and expose her small sex, but denied himself
the pleasure.
Instead, Barry returned to his room and undressed.
Laying on top of the bed, completely nude, he hoped the
girl would enter the room and see him nude.
He set up the one camera to record her if she entered
his room. Holding the remote switch in his hand, he
closed his eyes and waited.
After an hour passed, his patience was rewarded, as he
heard Sandy moving around in her room. He opened his
eyelids to a slit, and hit the remote button. The image
he captured would be his body, with her looking through
the doorway into his room. Sandy was still dressed in
only her thong panties, and unaware Barry was actually
awake, and watching her. Barry watched as Sandy moved
closer to his bed and gazed curiously at his nudity.
"What must be running thorough her mind?" He wondered,
as she stood less than a foot from the side of the bed.
For several moments, Sandy stared in wonderment at his
semi-erect penis. Then, to his complete surprise,
reached out and gave it a feather-touch with her
fingers. Barry laid perfectly still as he felt Sandy
grasp and lift up his penis from where it was laying on
his lower stomach. She leaned down and looked at it
closely.
When he saw and felt the young girl move her lips down
and lightly kiss the head of his cock, he became
completely erect, but still pretended to be sleeping.
His cock was "virgin-bait" and he had a nibble. He was
about to reel her in.
After kissing just the end of his penis, Sandy started
kissing it about half way up the shaft. Then lifted it
up so she could check out his balls and the bag they
were in.
Barry didn't move a muscle.
He did not want to shock the girl by revealing the fact
she was being observed. He was shocked when she slipped
her hand inside her panties, as she planted yet another
kiss on the end of his rampant cock.
Barry was astounded by her actions, and watched in
wonder as Sandy opened her mouth, taking the entire
head of his cock inside and closing around it until her
lips held it tight. When her tongue touched the slit in
the end of his erection, Barry felt his precum oozing
into the little girl's mouth.
Finally Sandy seemed satisfied. After laying his
erection back down ever so gently onto his stomach, she
started to stimulate tiny clit with her finger.
What Barry did not know, was this was the first time
that Sandy had ever touched herself, and had no real
knowledge of what she was doing. Sandy was only trying
to recreate the intense feelings she experienced when
this man wiggled his finger in her slit. This very man,
whose thing she had just kissed and taken in her mouth,
had sent her to this edge of total ecstasy.
Barry was uncertain if Sandy got off, but she soon had
a dreamy look pass over her face.
Backing out Barry’s room, Sandy waited a few minutes,
them removed her panties, and decided to take a shower.
Walking nude into Barry’s room, she said loudly, "Time
to shower, and, oh, Barry, I didn’t know you were nude,
I’m sorry."
Barry watched as the pretty nude girl turned and
quickly left his room, aware she had intentionally
exposed her nude body to him. Sandy quickly turned on
the water, then turned it back off before stepping into
the shower. Wrapping a towel around her body,
Sandy walked back into Barry’s room, and pretending to
not notice his nudity, asked, "Should I get dress for
dinner after showering, or what?"
Barry was still laying on the bed, with his flagpole
cock at full attention. He chuckled to himself . It was
obvious that she believed he didn’t know she had taken
his cock in her mouth.
"Sure, we’ll get ready for dinner, but perhaps we
should see what restaurants are around the area."
Then Barry decided to see what she would say about
viewing him nude. "Have you seen other men nude, or am
I your first?"
"I’ve seen my father nude a few times, but he wasn’t
stiff like you are," and giggling, Sandy added, "And
certainly do you have a stiffy!"
"Yes, I have a stiffy, but I hope you never tell anyone
you’ve seen me with a boner on, or I’ll be in big
trouble."
"B a r r y, I like you, and I will never get you in
trouble, I won’t even tell mom, but she is always
wanting me to be with you, and let you do things with
me."
Smiling at Barry, Sandy let the towel drop from around
her body, climbed up on his bed, and laid on top of
him. Her thin arms hugged his broad chest.
"Why did you call your stiffy, a boner," Sandy asked in
pure innocence?
Looking into the eyes of the inquisitive girl, Barry
knew she had limited knowledge of the male body, or the
street slang used to describe body parts. For several
minutes they discussed different words regarding both
male and female males used to identify his penis and
her vagina, and Sandy wanted to know about fucking,
screwing, and cumming, and the complete litany of words
of which she had little or no knowledge.
When Sandy laid down on top of Barry’s nude body, she
was oblivious that her pubes were juxtaposed and
resting on the hard thing she had kissed and taken in
her mouth when Barry was asleep. Now, and with strange
feelings passing completely through her young body.
Sandy pressed herself against it so as to part the
petals of her tiny slit.
"Sweetheart, if you don’t move, you know we won’t get
to dinner."
"Don’t you think we should get our showers, or you
might get more than your expecting laying on me as you
are?" Barry asked the young tiny girl.
"Can I ask you something, and promise you won’t laugh
at me? But does a man’s thing, your cock, really fit
inside a woman’s slit, her pussy, between her legs?"
Sandy asked in complete innocence?
Barry knew the girl had used the word’s cock and pussy,
intentionally to test out her just obtained knowledge
of what slang words describe sexual things in life, and
he liked knowing she had called it his cock. "Sandy,
when a man and a woman make love, the woman’s vagina,
or her pussy as you called it, expands between her
legs, as her pleasure increases and a man can push his
erection in her. I guess you could say he forces his
way into her body, inside her cunt, so they can be
joined in love. Understand?"
"Yeah, a couple of my girlfriends have spoken about
sex, but still, I don’t understand it all. Can we
discuss some things I want to ask you? Dearest Barry,
please don’t think I’m just a silly kid, when I ask you
about sex."
Hugging him tightly in her arms, and moving her pubic
area hard against his erection, Sandy, whispered, as if
frightened to speak in a normal voice, "Can you fit
into my thing and would you like to do it to me? Barry,
I’m confused!"
Reaching down, Barry used his hand to press the small
frame of the girl against his erection, and his hands
were cupping her rounded hips, and he could not believe
how firm they were.
Roberta, his wife was an extremely gorgeous woman, and
was in perfect shape for being 38-years-old. But
nothing, nothing, Barry realized could feel like the
hips of the girl whose young female sex was pressing
against his erection. There was nothing in the world
Barry imagined that would feel like the labia of the
girl whose cunt was split apart as its lips lay one on
each side of his cock as it lay lengthwise on his
erection. Then Barry felt the just turned 13-year-old
grinding herself against him, and the sensations she
was creating in his cock-head was causing his precum to
dribble and lubricate those lips. His need to cum was
the same he’d felt when Sandy had taken his cock in her
moth.
"Sandy, tell me, do you masturbate. rub yourself 'til
you "get off?" Don’t be ashamed to tell me!"
"No, I’ve never done anything like that, but a few
times I have touched myself, but not to really play
with myself, that is the truth, Barry. You do believe
me, don’t you?"
"Why would I doubt your sincerity? You’re a lovely
person. Do me a favor, rub yourself against me, and let
it feel good until you give me your virgin cum.
You’re certainly making me feel good."
Then Barry felt Sandy’s small body moving faster, and
he used his hands to guide her in getting off. Barry
knew he would shoot his wad in a few moments if Sandy
continued working herself off against his erection. Her
whole body started to quiver, as a whine start deep in
the 13-year-old girl’s throat, and then she moaned out
what was her virgin release.
"Eeeeeiiiiiyyyyy, ohhhhh, Barryyyyyy, I feel funny,
Barry," Sandy sobbed out in a soft and sweet voice.
As the girl reached her first orgasm, her tiny pussy
petals gripped his cock tip like a hot, wet, fist. The
friction of her cunt opening and rubbing on his over
sensitized erection, caused Barry to ejaculate.
He exclaimed, "Hell, I’m cumming, Sandy, you’re making
me cum, oh hell, girl, you are something else, yeah!"
Sandy in total innocence, asked Barry, when she felt
his hot cum splashing against her body, asked, "Did you
pee on me, it feels hot!"
Barry, explained about how a man ejaculates. Sandy
understood somewhat, but wondered about her becoming
pregnant if his stuff got inside her pussy.
"Sandy, have you had your periods yet?" Barry asked.
"No, I went to my doctor with mom a few months ago. She
told me that I would likely not start my period until
I'm nearly fifteen. She said that while I had just
started getting hair on my pubes, it was not coming in
thick, like most girls my age. I'm not abnormal or
anything, but just a slow developing girl."
She laughed as she told him what the doctor had said.
"Sandy, if you were a flower in a garden, you would be
a late bloomer. Isn’t that funny, Barry?"
"Yes, but you’re the cutest flower I’ve ever seen, so
maybe I can be your gardener. Would you like that,
Sandy?"
"Yeah, and I’ll bet you would pick my flower, wouldn’t
you, dearest? Almost like you did just a minute ago."
Then making her voice sound silly as only a young girl
can do, asked, Barry, "Would you like to pick my
cherry, and eat it?"
Barry was surprised at the question of such a young
girl, but as he busted up laughing, asked Sandy, "Would
you like me to eat your cherry? What say I pluck your
little hymen? It must be a good one. I know it's thick,
from feeling it a couple of times. Remember when I put
my finger in you and you cried out when I went in
deep?"
"Was that what hurt when you stuck you finger in me, my
cherry... that’s what my hymen is right, my cherry?"
Then Sandy looked as if she was in deep thought, and
spoke softly, almost so soft, he almost could not hear
the words.
"Barry, you can pick my cherry and..."
Then as she started giggling, Sandy said, "Dr. Sherman,
said my hymen was so intact, that it would take a
hunting knife to get through it, and she explained all
about my body, and what it was like being a female."
Sandy sat up and looked at the mess Barry’s cock had
shot off on her mound and himself, and asked, "Can I
touch it?"
"Yes, but let's take our showers. We’ll get cleaned up
and go out for dinner."
After Barry was dressed, he sat in his room watching
television. Sandy came in, and made a dance like turns.
As she did, the dress she was wearing, moved out in a
circle, showing her pretty legs. Sandy was wearing a
pair of the stockings young girls wear, that comes just
above their knees, and they were white, with lace tops.
She asked, "Barry, do you like my outfit?"
Then added, "I hope you do, because I want to look nice
for you while we enjoy Our Wedding Dinner?"
The comment caught Barry by surprise, but he understood
what Sandy was saying in her young romantic mind, and
she had assuredly decided to give her body to her
mentor. Barry was thinking about Sandy kissing his
cock, and taking it in her mouth. Barry wondered if
Sandy had ever done such a thing before, or was she
truly a virgin, except for what he had done with her a
short while before or over the years of her being in
the pageants?
On the way to dinner, Barry asked, "Have you ever done
anything sexual with a boy?"
"No, never, I’ve never done anything with anyone, ever.
Well, with you, I guess, but no one else has touched
me, or anything."
Then Sandy told Barry about how her and her best
friend, Candi White, had discussed sex. They had talked
about how some boys were cute, but they were never able
to kiss them. Once, two boys had exposed themselves
when the four of them were in the woods behind Candi’s
house.
"They said they wanted to show us the things they peed
with."
Then Barry and Sandy were at the restaurant, and the
conversation ended before he could ask how she knew to
kiss and hold a cock in her mouth.
After their meal was served, Barry asked, "Sandy have
you ever kissed anyone, any boy, on his thing? You know
what I mean?"
Looking across the table, a strange look appears on
Sandy’s face, as she answered, "You mean oral sex, with
a boy?"
Then she dropped her eyes, and said, "One time, I, kind
of did it, but not really! I’m wasn't sure, exactly
what to do."
A grin spread across her face, as Sandy told how her
and her friend Candi, had taken a banana and practiced
oral sex on it, after Candi’s sister Barbara had told
them that was how she learned to do oral sex.
"So what did the guy do when you did it that one time?
Did he like it? More importantly, did you enjoy doing
it to him?"
Then, before Sandy could respond, "When did that
happen?"
"He was asleep, and didn’t know I was doing it, and I
just - like kissed his thing when he was hard, and then
I-I’m embarrassed telling you these things, but I held
it in my mouth, to see what it was like."
Then Sandy dropped her eyes, and said, "The man, I mean
boy, is my boyfriend, or I wouldn’t have done it with
him."
"That’s nice. The boy must be special to you. He was
lucky to be the first to feel your virgin mouth take a
man’s cock," Barry replied.
When he said, "a man’s cock," Barry watched the shock
of the words pass across Sandy’s face, as if she had
been caught doing it to him while he was asleep.
Then Barry changed the subject, and asked, "So how are
your shrimp?"
"Great, and I love how they fixed this potato, and may
I have a piece of the cheesecake I saw on the desert
cart, we walked past coming to our table?"
"Sure, and I hope you enjoy it, and you’re a great
date, and why did you say earlier that this would be
'Our Wedding Dinner,' Sandy?"
Barry watched as the girl blushed, and dropped her
eyes, then she replied in her soft voce, so soft it was
difficult for Barry to believe what he was hearing.
"Tonight, I want to sleep with you, and maybe I can
take your thing in my mouth. I will let you do it to
me... you know, oh Barry, I feel funny saying this...
But, I want you... to be... my first... you know... do
it to me... Do you want to... do... me? Don’t laugh at
me because I’m young. Is it okay if I do it with you?"
Whispering his reply, Barry saw that the girl was about
to cry. She had said things so personal for such a
young thing that Barry felt an intimacy growing between
them he rarely felt, even with much older women. Sandy
may be a late bloomer in body; but emotionally, she was
beyond her years.
He answered her as gently as he could, "Yes, I feel
honored to know that is how you feel about me. I want
to feel you give me your love."
Then he told Sandy, "I’m glad you’re enjoying 'Our
Wedding Dinner' and you’re my own very attractive
virgin bride."
Holding Sandy’s hand firmly in his, told her, "You’re a
very special girl, and that is why I have always tried
to ensure you won something in the pageants. I will be
right back, but I need to go to the restroom."
Barry walked to the restroom but when he returned he
asked the maitre’ d if he would do him a big favor, and
write "Queen Sandy" on the dessert plate when she
orders desserts?
When the waiter asked it, they’d like a dessert, he
assumed they were father and daughter, "Would you and
your charming and pretty daughter like some dessert? We
have fresh berries, served in a chocolate cup, our
specialty is our cheese cake." He then described the
seven different cheesecakes they had that evening.
The waiter had brought the dessert cart to the table,
and turned it so Sandy could see the slice of
cheesecake with the words on the plate, "Queen Sandy."
Unable to speak at seeing the plate with her name on it
she pointed to it. When the waiter sat the plate down
in front of her, the teenage girl started to cry.
Reaching out and patting Sandy on her shoulder, the
waiter told her, "You’re a very pretty queen, and don’t
cry, pretty one." Then the waiter told Sandy, "I hope
you enjoy the cheesecake, and it is my treat to the
fair young queen."
Barry could see the pride in Sandy’s face, and it was
obvious the waiter had made her happy in recognizing
her as a queen, and telling her she was pretty.
After eating, Barry led Sandy into the cocktail lounge,
and they took a table in the far corner of the room,
near the dance floor. Barry ordered a brandy, and a
virgin strawberry daiquiri for Sandy. After enjoying
their drinks, they obtained the car from the valet, and
returned to the hotel. During the drive, Barry noted
that Sandy, who had been speaking all evening, had
suddenly become quiet. He wondered if she was having
second thoughts about what she had decided would occur
this evening.
At the hotel, Sandy asked if they could go to the
coffee shop for a soda before going to their rooms.
They took a seat at the counter, and Barry ordered a
cup of coffee, while Sandy ordered a cherry flavored
soda. They had not said anything for a couple of
minutes, but Barry knew that the girl was either
delaying what was to happen, or tying to find some way
to tell him she didn’t want sex.
Speaking softly, Sandy asked, "Barry, I had a virgin
cocktail, and now a cherry soda, so does that make me
more of a virgin with a cherry when I come to you
tonight?" she giggled at her comment.
Laughing as he replied, Barry told Sandy, "Yes, you’re
a cherry-flavored virgin, and I just might have you for
a late night snack."
She wanted to tease the man a little longer, before
allowing things to happen.
Sandy turned, and looked directly into his eyes, and
asked, "You want to eat my cherry? Then I won’t be a
virgin on 'Our Wedding Night.' Now which shall it be my
handsome groom? You can’t have it both ways!"
"Want to bet, you mischievous young vixen?" Barry
replied.
"Mr. Husband, will it hurt?" Sandy asked.
Yet she was smiling as she posed the question.
"Okay! In answer to your original question, I doubt it
will have anything to do with your virginity. If you
have changed your mind about having sex, I understand,"
Barry answered.
"Oh no, I want to do it! But tell me what I must do,
and if I can really do it. I know I'm small down there
I’m small and so inexperienced. But Barry, I want us to
have 'Our Wedding Night.' Do you understand?"
"Thank you, my bride and queen, and yes, you can do it.
I will go slow, but at some point when I go all the way
in you, I will need to push through your virginity."
Seeing a funny look on her face, Barry knew that the
girl was concerned that it would hurt when she lost her
cherry.
"Sandy, I will be as gentle as possible, and sometimes
it hurts the girl when she does it her first time, but
I will try to keep from hurting you as much as I can."
You told me your doctor said your hymen would take a
hunting knife to cut it open."
Barry understood what the doctor had meant, as he knew
that some women, had to have their hymens surgically
removed, and explained that to Sandy.
From then until they were finished with their drinks,
Sandy was once more her bouncing self, and she even
joked about finding herself having virgin drinks, and
laughing as she spoke, "So, Mr. Barry, if I drink
virgin drinks will my virginity grow back?"
Then she told how she and Candi had discussed several
times, and even made a bet, about which of them would
lose their cherries first. "Can someone tell if a girl
has lost her cherry from just looking at her," Sandy
asked?
"Yes, if they get their eye real close to the place
cherries grow." Barry laughingly answered.
Then he told Sandy, "No, there is no way to tell by
looking at a girl."
Looking at Sandy he continued, "Without a doubt, no man
and woman, boy or girl, ever discussed about the girl
giving up her virginity, yes her cherry, in such detail
as you and I have."
Then Barry asked very pointedly, "Sandy, are you
certain you wish to have sex, and no longer be a virgin
after tonight? It is not too late to change your mind.
Are you determined for us to make love?"
"Mr. Barry, let’s go to our marriage bed, before I
chicken out, okay." Sandy said, with an impish grin on
her teenage face.
Once they were in their rooms, Sandy looked at Barry,
and told him, "I will get my nightgown on and come to
your room. Just don’t get mad, if I change my mind at
the last minute. Maybe tonight we can just sleep
together, and not do it. You know what I mean, right?"
Sandy added as she walked into her room.
Barry undressed, and set up the cameras, so he could
use the remote controls to turn them on and off, and
place the folded towel on the bed where he would have
Sandy lay when he took her. She will likely bleed a
lot, but I’ve never had a virgin who hadn’t started her
periods, so I don’t know if that makes a difference or
not. Over the years, Barry had been with several girls,
who were at least eight, when he worked as a
photographer. But since he headed up the pageants, the
youngest was a 17 year-old.
***
Thinking back to the girl who was seventeen, he
recalled how she and her mother had come to his small
office he set up at the St. Louis hotel, where he was
doing the pageant. They asked to speak with him
privately. He agreed. The mother was direct, and told
him, "My daughter must win this pageant, as she wants
to enter the state contest for a national Miss
contest."
There was no doubt what the woman was offering him, no
doubt at all.
He also knew this could be a possible problems that
could ensue if things didn’t work out as planned.
Eighteen, and up, he never concerned himself, virgin or
not. But this girl was only seventeen, and not yet
"legal." For his own protection, recorded the
conversation between himself, the girl and her mother.
"Could you meet with my daughter alone, perhaps in your
room?" The woman then laid out the situation directly.
"Wendy, will do whatever is necessary to win. She is
'pure,' and I’m certain you understand what that means
to you both, don’t you?"
Barry remembered looking at the woman, and asking her,
"How do I know you and your daughter aren’t trying to
set me up, offering me a bribe to ensure your 17-year-
old daughter wins the pageant this weekend, then
blackmailing me?"
The woman looked at Barry, and told him, "If my
daughter and I remove our clothes, you can see we
aren’t wired, and are not trying to set you up." Then
she looked at her daughter and said, "Wendy, we need to
take our clothes off, and let the man see was not
trying to entrap him."
Thinking back, Barry remembered that the mother
undressed but had to coerce her daughter. In a moment,
he was looking at twins, with one only a tad older in
the face, but not in body.
Both women had the full, yet firm, conical, breasts of
a teenager, that stood at attention out from their
chests, without any support, and topped off by pointy,
pink nips. At the time, he wondered how the mother had
kept her boobs so firm with nary a sag or wrinkle. Her
body, too, was so trim and fit. He remembered, they
even had identical, light brown pubic hair. When he
asked them to turn around, yes, he found out, and they
had identical hips.
"Mother, I want to speak with you in private. But first
I need to ask, Wendy are you in favor of this taking
place?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I want to be sure I win, if I do
this. Right, mother?"
"That certainly will happen, if your mother and I agree
on one other point. So, why don’t the two of you get
dressed. Wendy, you can go to your room and I will meet
you there, shortly"
"Diane," Barry had recalled the mother’s name, and
asked, "You look like a twin of your daughter, and I
want you as well. Can we do that later this evening,
agreed?"
Barry saw the look of concern come across the woman’s
face, and he knew from the rings on her fingers, she
was married. The diamonds told him she belonged to
someone with one hell of a lot of money.
"You likely won’t believe this, but I’ve never been
with any man but my husband. Can I trust you to not
renege on this? Christ, you must think I’m terrible,
offering my daughter’s virginity, and myself?"
"No, I think you’re a woman who wants something for her
daughter very much.
I firmly believe I will enjoy this evening with you;
much more than the next hour or so I'll spend with
Wendy. I think you’re an exceedingly vivacious woman,
Diane." That is the most honest answer I can give you."
Diane had handed him Wendy’s room key, and he walked to
the room where a perfectly shaped virgin was waiting
for him. Memories of that night were still clear in his
mind: Barry recalled how the virgin was in bed, with
the sheet pulled up over her. He recalled walking over
to the bed, pulling the covers back, and looking down
at the young girl.
"Open your legs so I can look at you while I get
undressed."
He had become erect as he undressed. Before he got in
bed the girl told him, "Just do it! Don’t make it
romantic! I feel like a whore, just get off and let me
alone."
That was five years ago, yet the girl's words were
fresh in his mind as though she had spoken them
yesterday.
He found her comments insulting. Wanting to be sure he
had the upper hand in reply to her snide remarks, he
answered her, "Look you came to me. I can walk out that
door, and you can tell mom you’re a smart ass, so which
will it be?"
"Shit, just do it. I won’t help you, but will you go
slowly and gently so as not make it hurt?"
"If you’re a virgin, it will hurt, that you can be
certain of that. So, are you ready to fuck, Wendy?" He
had used the F-word just to insult her. Although Barry
doubted the girl caught the insult in her state of
mind, knowing she was about to open herself so she
could be a pageant queen.
One thing was certain, he would make sure the little
smart ass didn’t forget her first time. Climbing on the
bed, he positioned himself between the smooth and
perfectly shaped thighs of the girl, and taking his
hand placed the head of his cock between the lips of
Wendy’s 17-year-old pussy.
Once her pussy was lubricated, he started up into her.
After a couple of tentative moves with his cock, he
shoved himself brutally as he could into her cherry
pussy. His cock struck her hymen, and Wendy cried out,
"NO, IT HURTS, STOP FOR A MINUTE, OH GOD STOP IT
HURTS."
Barry loved it!
After pulling back a short distance, Barry once more
shoved his meat piston into her virgin cylinder until
Then he felt her cherry split with his cock soaking
deep into her torn and bleeding cunt.
"YOUR KILLING ME, STOP! LET ME, HELL WAIT A MINUTE, OH
HELL IT HURTS SHIT, YOUR TEARING ME OPEN! STOP, I CAN’T
TAKE ANYMORE! NO! YOU'RE KILLING ME! MOMMY! HELP ME!"
Wendy continued screaming that she was being killed as
Barry fucked her. But, as he remembered, he didn’t last
longer than three or four minutes. He had only wanted
to hurt the smart ass girl as he tore through her
cherry.
Barry had moved his cock no more than a dozen times in
and out of her pussy. Her juices were making it kind of
easy. Then he fucked her hard and deep, until he shot
his cum into her.
Getting off the bed, Barry walked into the bathroom,
took a dry wash cloth and wiped off his cock. Then left
the bloody cloth on the sink so Wendy would see her
virgin blood and cum mixed evidence from giving up her
cherry for a fucking crown on her head.
Walking back out to the room to put his clothes back
on, he looked at the girl, and he remembered she was
laying flat on her back, and her legs were still open
as they were when he got off her.
Seeing the mix of cum and blood leaking from the
lightly haired lips of her freshly-fucked pussy, made
him become hard once more. He undressed again and
simply moved on top of her. He rode Wendy for several
minutes, with her legs pulled up onto her shoulders.
This enabled him to pound his cock deeper and harder
into the crying girl. Each time he shoved up into her
bleeding pussy, Wendy cried out that he was killing
her. Thinking back, Barry wondered whatever happened to
the girl, but he did watch her later in the year’s Miss
pageant, and she came in fifth place.
After fucking Wendy the second time, he took a quick
shower. Back in the room, Wendy was still laying on her
back with legs still wide open. She was holding her
hand down, defensively, over her pussy, as if she was
trying give it relief from the feelings she had after
being fucked so hard. He recalled how her breasts were
as hard and pointed as when she stood up. This amazed
him, in his experience; breasts usually flattened out
when the woman was on her back.
Seeing Wendy like this, he remembered it wasn't long
before he was once more erect, and harder than he was
at first. Climbing onto the bed, he told Wendy, "You’re
extremely pretty and sexy, and I want some more of
you."
"No, no more, please, I’m sore and..."
Barry recalled how he ignored her comments and laid
down with his head between her legs. and lapped up the
spent juices out of her blood and cum filled pussy.
He loved the taste of his cum mixed with her virgin
blood and passion juices.
He recalled that Wendy didn’t respond to his licking
her pussy and clit. So he had moved up over her and
once more was shoving his cock deep into her sore and
tender pussy.
Then he, once more, had pulled her legs up and over her
shoulders so he could power fuck the busted virgin.
After several thrusts of his cock deep into her body,
he let one leg down and held her right leg straight up
in the air and fucked her so she was feeling it hit the
side of her uterus. Barry recalled how he had done the
same with her left leg and this pounded the other side
of her sexual interior.
Barry finally bent Wendy’s legs back until he was
pressing the front of her thighs against her rock hard
breasts. He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked a
woman in his life.
Between sobs, Wendy had begged him, "Don’t fuck me so
hard, my god, please don’t fuck me so hard!"
That evening, he went to Diane’s room, and was
surprised to see her still dressed in the business suit
she had on when she offered him her virgin daughter and
herself. "Hello, Diane, I love you in that suit, and
you look nice in charcoal grey."
"Tell me, Mr. Wiseman, did you need to be brutal with
my daughter, and you were aware she was pure and not
used to a man?"
"First of all, why not call me Barry, and I can assure
you, I was as gentle as I could be, but if your
daughter's hymen was anything like yours, your husband
must have experienced the same degree of a problem in
entering you."
Thinking back to that lie, he still could see the image
on her face, when he said that her husband must have
had a problem busting her thick hymen.
"Barry, I’m not certain if I can go through this, and
even though I removed my clothes earlier in front of
you, I don’t feel as bold at this moment."
Barry recalled how he had taken Diane in his arms, and
held her close. But made no move to start an intimate
act with her. Thinking for a moment, he told her, "You
know, Diane, the girls will be tied up until around
nine, and that doesn’t give us more than an hour.
Perhaps I should get another room that has more
privacy."
Smiling as he saw the woman get a relaxed expression on
her face as she asked him, "Would you do that, yes,
that would be nice if you would."
He had Diane meet him for a cocktail in the lounge,
while he got the room. They were enjoying their drinks
when he asked, "Was your daughter upset, about what
happened. If so I’m sorry, but she was waiting for me,
and was nude in bed, when I opened the door with the
key you provided me?"
"She said you hurt her a lot, and thought you were
overly rough. She was nude in bed, at my suggestion. I
told her that she might not be as embarrassed in having
to undress once more in front of you, and suggested
that she wait for you in her own bed."
"Barry, what happened, I mean... you know, what was it
like for my little girl, did... was it, Barry was it a
difficult time for Wendy?"
"Diane, yes and no." Then he added, "Your daughter was
still a virgin, if that is what you're asking. Toward
the end, I believe she accepted what was happening,
even knowing why she was allowing me to make love to
her."
Barry, smiled to himself, "She felt me in her, but she
was a virgin when I entered her, so what else can I say
or tell you? Do you want the details, and would you
want to have me told her what it will be like between
you and me, really Diane?"
"Please, Barry don’t make it seem cruel. This wasn’t
easy for me nor Wendy. I’m glad she was pure, hell that
must be an oxymoron, if there ever was one."
Taking the elevator to the very private suite on the
25th floor that Barry had reserved. It required the use
of a special key to use elevator to that floor. Once
they were in the room, Barry walked over to the small
bar, and asked, "Would you enjoy another cocktail, or
perhaps a wine?"
"Wine would be nice, and do you mind if I shower before
we...?"
Barry recalled how the woman could not finish her
question that would mean they would be having sex.
He told her as she hesitated, "Certainly, if you wish
Diane, and perhaps I will also, once you are done."
After showering, Diane, walked out into the room with a
hotel robe wrapped around her body. Barry then excused
himself and took a quick shower. Finding a second robe,
he put it on and walked out to the living room of the
suite, and sat down in the chair across from the small
sofa where Diane was seated.
The woman was a beautiful sight as she sat with her
legs curled up under her, in the white robe. The manner
in which she held her glass of wine had told Barry she
was a woman of wealth, and that she knew how to be at
ease. Yet, there was a strain showing on her face. He
knew she was thinking of her marriage vows, now that
she was in a hotel room about to commit adultery.
Standing up, Barry moved over to the large window, and
as he did, he dimmed the room lights, and said, "Diane,
look at the beauty of the city as it appears with the
street and building lights on."
Diane got up and stood next to him with her body
pressing against his as they looked out at the night
view of St. Louis. Barry had reached out and lightly
wrapped his arm around her waist. Without having to
pull her closer, he simply held her. When she rested
her perfumed head on his upper arm, breathing deeply;
he knew the woman was ready to honor her offer to have
sex with him in return of her daughter winning the
pageant.
They stood before the window, enjoying the scene of the
city at night, and finished their wine. Barry took
their glasses and sat them down on a nearby table.
One thing he knew for certain; he would go slow with
this woman. He wanted her more than once. Hell, he
enjoyed being rough with her daughter more than once,
but she had been a bitch. He was truly glad he’d
punished Wendy enough for her to go crying back to her
mother.
Taking the older woman in his arms, he knew he was
going to be gentle with her. He was smitten with lust,
he vowed to make this night of passion so sensual, so
sexual, she would never forget it! The next time her
husband lay on top of her; she would be dreaming of
Barry penetrating her.
Still holding Diane gently in his arms, Barry had moved
his left hand up to stroke the side of her face, while
caressing his finger tips gently across her neck. Then
he tilted her head back until he could bring his lips
down and kiss her lips.
The kiss was only for a moment, then he was kissing her
face, and neck, and back up to kiss her tightly closed
eyelids. He went back to kissing Diane’s lips, as her
body shivered with a combination of anticipation, and
apprehension. Her very being was overcome with
pleasure; but her mind knew she was about to commit
adultery.
Barry could hear the intake of Diane’s welcoming breath
in response to his gentle romantic kisses on the soft
skin of her neck under her jaw. Diane moved her arms
around his body, as she writhed passionately against
him. Barry knew her inhibitions were vanishing still,
he was determined not to slip his tongue into her mouth
until he knew she felt at ease.
"Barry," he heard Diane whispering so softly that had
his face not been close to hers, he doubted he would
have heard her say his name. Then her arms tightened
around his waist, as she moved her lips to his.
Barry remembered how he felt her tongue touching his
lips. Almost like a snake testing the air with its
forked tongue, Diane’s tongue just barely touched his
lips. But he did not relax his mouth when her tongue
pressed against his lips. He waited until she parted
his lips with her tongue tip so she could make contact
with his tongue.
For some time, they remained lip-locked. When Barry
felt the winsome woman pressing her body to his, and
lightly grinding her mons against his erection he knew
she was his.
Diane pulled her lips from his, and asked, "I can’t
help myself, I’m ready, but please, don’t feel ill
toward me, please don’t, Barry."
"That I could never do, you’re an exceptional and
appealing woman, and I feel honored having just felt
your kisses." Then Barry told her, "Diane, if you wish
to stop, we will, I would like to know you as a person
I have held in my arms and felt offering herself to me,
but we can stop if you wish."
"Thank you, but no, I want it now. Understand Barry, it
isn’t for our deal. I just want to feel someone who has
been nice to me, and experience him taking me as a
woman."
Then Berry recalled how Diane had told him, "No man
except my husband has ever touched me intimately, not
even when I was dating, and I was a virgin on my
wedding night. Please believe me, and I’m being truly
honest. I’ve often wondered at time in my life, about
being with another man, but never could get past
thinking about having someone other than my husband
knowing the intimacy of my body."
"Diane, you don’t need to explain or justify what your
doing, and again, we can stop," Barry remembered
telling the woman.
"Come with me!"
With those words, Diane led Barry into the bedroom of
the suite and she removed his robe, and then hers, and
quickly pressed her nude body to his. "It feels strange
to hold you like this, and you’re so much larger than
my husband, as he is actually shorter than I am by an
inch."
Together they turned back the bed covering, and moved
onto the bed, and Barry still recalled how the
attractive woman was pressed against him, and she
reached down and captured his erection in her hand.
"Barry, it feels strange to hold you like this. You’re
so much larger than my husband, twice as long and thick
so be gentle."
Was it her small, delicate hand or was he really bigger
than other men? He had always believed he was.
Once a girl had told him, "You so deep in me, I think
your hitting my belly button."
Barry reached down and his fingers had found the thatch
of light-brown, soft straight hair covering Diane’s
sex. He wondered why it wasn't coarse and kinky as
other women’s. He slid his finger into her love hole
and thought, "God, she feels just like her daughter,
and just as tight. Her vaginal muscles tightly gripped
the invading digit as Diane pulled him onto her body.
Her legs were opened for him to settle between them.
The skin on her thighs felt like silk or what mercury
must feel like, as they were smooth and he wondered if
she even needed to shave them as they had no stubble to
indicate she had hair on her legs, not even a whiff of
fuzz.
She took his cock in her hand, and told him, "Put it in
me, oh, yes, like that, oh my god, Barry, you’re so
deep, don’t move, darling, shove deeper in me, oh
you’re so far up inside my body... Barry, honest to
god, I’m cumming already, yessss!"
He would never forget how Diane had pulled him into her
with her legs and hands; and how she cried as her
orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Then as she relaxed, "Now, Barry, now make love to me,
gentle love, oh yes, god yes, I love feeling you
stroking back and forth in my love hole, Barry, again,
I’m cumming againnnnn, aughhhhh!"
Diane came twice more humping her hips up to meet his
downward strokes. More softly and under her breath she
moaned out her orgasms. Then, on the last of her
climaxes, Diane loudly cried out to him, "FUCK ME!
BARRY MY LOVE, FUCK ME! FOREVER! YES! FOREVER, I..."
Barry had taken his time before he went off, and he
could not believe the next thing Diane told him, but
her passions were so strong, and she asked, "Barry, I
want you every day we're here. Oh my god! I’ve never
felt sex like this before! I want it over and over! Can
we spend the night together? Please, can we, oh, Barry?
Believe me or not, but I’ve never spoken the f-word out
loud in my life, you’re the first man to ever hear me
say fuck."
"Diane, you a wonderful woman, I have no doubts in my
mind that I was the first man to hear you utter fuck. I
feel honored in the way I heard you speak the only word
that truly expresses love during wonderful sex."
After they were relaxed, Barry knew he could spend the
night, as he and Roberta were always switching
partners, and she enjoyed being with women more than
other men. Yet the two of then would sometimes spend
the entire day in bed.
Diane had called her daughter, Wendy, and told her not
to knock on her door, as she wanted to sleep in.
"Wendy, honey, you should go to breakfast by yourself
or with one of the other girls."
Diane told him that she didn’t understand why her
daughter had said he was rough or whatever, but decided
her daughter was simply traumatized over losing her
virginity.
During their lunch conversation, Diane had told Barry
that her husband had a vasectomy and she wondered if
she would become pregnant. In fact Diane had told him
that her husband had told her to never tell anyone he
had been fixed, as his friends would make fun of him.
So as far as I know, you’re the only other person to
know her husband had been fixed.
One day, about four months after the pageant, he
received a bouquet of pink roses from Diane. The note,
in Diane’s handwriting, said, "Barry, I will send you a
letter about these roses, and it is being mailed by
over night mail, so watch for it and keep it personal.
The following day he received the letter and when he
read it, he was taken aback.
"There is one rose, seventeen in all, one for each time
you gave me your male essence, and now that essence has
become another person to be, in my body. Only you and I
know the truth. I have told my other half, I had in-
vitro fertilization, as I wanted another child.
He will never know the difference. Neither he, nor any
other man has or will share the place where you resided
in my body, and my soul. Please believe me when I say
these things, because after you, I don't even want my
husband to touch me! He hasn’t since I attended the
pageant and met you.
By the way, one day Wendy and I had a long
conversation. We discussed you in great detail. She
admitted she had likely pissed you off, but she didn’t
like losing her virginity for a "fucking crown" on my
head, (her words, Barry, honest). After not winning any
more major contests, she posed for some man’s magazine,
and ended up making porn movies.
When I told her that you were the one who placed a
child in my body, she flipped out and called me several
names, and one started with a big W. Anyway, my gentle
and tender lover, I will think of you always, and I’m
going to move, so you won’t be able to locate me.
Love, D."
Barry had left all the lights on in the room, and he
watched the connecting room door for Sandy to walk
through. It seemed a half hour passed, before Sandy
appeared in the doorway, and Barry saw she was wearing
a white gown, and the back light from her room allowed
him to see her legs through the material.
The legs of the teenage girl were thin, long but
typical for a girl her age, and he knew they’d likely
feel small when he compared them to Roberta’s Yet he
wanted to touch them, to feel them with his hands, and
his desire to kiss them was overwhelming. He knew that
soon he was going to be kissing her virgin pussy.
"Hi, honey, should I turn the lights off, so we can be
in the dark?" Sandy asked him and hoping he would say
yes, as she approached the bed.
"No, I want to see you, and look at you as we make
love, is that okay with you, my child bride?"
"Yeah, if you want, I got this gown today to wear for
you. I was going to get a black one, but thought white
is for virgins, and I’m your virgin, and hope you find
me attractive."
Sandy moved up on the bed, and lay with her face above
Barry’s. Instantly, Sandy kissed his lips. It was the
kiss of a young girl, unfamiliar in kissing with the
passion of an experienced female. Barry wondered what
she will do when I kiss and make love to her like an
adult woman, instead of a 13-year-old girl.
Slowly Barry pressed his tongue out and began to
insinuate it between the tightly clenched lips of the
reluctant young girl. She asked, "Are you trying to
French kiss, is that why your pushing your tongue
against my lips?"
"Yes, I want to French kiss you, haven’t you kissed a
boy like that?"
"No way that isn’t nice, is it," Sandy asked in her
innocence?
"It is nice, and you will enjoy being French kissed,
and why don’t you French me first?"
Barry led the young girl from being nervous to being
curious, but felt Sandy quiver when he reached down and
touched the smooth skin between her legs. As Barry
moved his fingers along the side her labia, on the
smooth skin that joined the center of her legs, to her
torso. The skin was so soft and smooth as a baby's
butt. It had yet to have even fuzz to hinder the tender
smooth appeal that Barry realized only such a young
girl could have.
While Barry was stroking the sides of Sandy’s tiny sex,
he moved his finger tips so they were lightly stroking
her labia and the small gap between them. Sandy’s sex
wasn't damp from passion, nor dry from lack of desire,
still as tight as when he had first touched her a
couple years before.
"WOW! Sandy, my god, but you’re perfect to hold and
touch so intimately, and if my life ended now, it would
be complete, just being able to touch your body without
your resistance."
"Barry, you're nice, to say things like that, you make
me feel special. I know you weren't supposed to touch
me, now, or even when you put your fingers in me
before. But right now, yes, right now, you can do
anything you want."
Looking at the adult man she was with, she understood
why some girls wanted older men, not that they were
after a father image, but they understood that even an
inquisitive young girl, even a preteen, might like how
they could touch a girl and give her desires and
pleasures.
"When you do me, I will try not to make you stop."
Then Sandy added, "Right now I would like for you to
touch my hole, you know what I mean. Barry, your
fingers make me tingle all over, and I feel like little
things are kind of shocking me inside my pussy, deep
inside my little hole."
Moving so she could look into his face, Sandy made her
lips as if they were puckered up for a kiss, and said,
"Barry, I love you, and my hole, it is yours to do with
as you wish."
Hearing the words from Sandy, Barry pulled the straps
of her gown off her shoulders, and commenced kissing
and sucking her small nipples. Barry found he could
take her little tits completely in his mouth. Sandy’s
nipples become hard. Then she moved so his face was on
her stomach.
Barry rolled up her nightgown, and started to kiss her
stomach, working his way down to Sandy’s thin and
exquisitely formed legs. His lips trailed down her left
leg, and Barry raised it upward, as he was soon kissing
the back of her leg. Then he switched to her right leg
and repeated the action.
The soft smoothness, at the juncture of Sandy’s inner
thighs, where it met the skin of her labia, drew his
lips to kiss there. This was undoubtedly the most
smooth area on a female body, especially one as young
as Sandy. Hell, even if I spend the rest of my life in
jail, just experiencing the act of kissing this skin on
Sandy’s body, would be a small price to pay, even
without penetrating her sex.
Moving his face to her lower stomach, Barry commenced
kissing her small, puffy, fatty mons, and as he was
kissing her labia, started taking them one at a time in
his mouth.
"Oh, that tickles like, oh, it feels different, what
are you doing to me, oh Barry ohhh!"
With his tongue pressing deep inside Sandy’s tiny sex,
Barry was not letting up on his oral teasing of her
clit nor her vagina, and only wanted to give her the
pleasure of making her cum from his oral caressing of
her virgin sex. Moving his hand under the tight round
balls of her hips, Barry moved his middle finger till
it was probing her anal ring. His left hand reached up
and captured her right tit, as his fingers, pinched the
tiny nipple, not much bigger than a man's. It was hard
to hold onto and between his finger tips.
Moving his tongue across Sandy’s tiny clitoris, Barry
sucked her complete prepuce into his mouth. He enjoyed
feeling it become hard as his mouth manipulated it. He
could taste Sandy's love juices beginning to ooze forth
with a musky odor. Her hips bumped and ground against
his face in response to the oral stimulation on her
sex.
Moving his tongue like a broad tongue depressor, Barry
could feel how narrow Sandy’s fuck hole was. He would
need to work his thick erection in slowly when he
breeched her virgin opening. Barry knew he was arriving
at the point of no return would eventually penetrate
her tiny sexual cavern.
He hoped the cameras were recording Sandy’s facial
expressions, as he listened to Sandy making sex sounds.
She was making the mewling, panting sounds of passion,
all women, even young virgins, give out, during love
making and especially when their pussies are being
eaten out for the first time.
The saliva from Barry licking Sandy’s pussy, was
dripping between her firm round hips, allowing his
finger to probe her narrow anal ring muscle. Finally
Barry felt the tight sphincter muscle slightly part,
and his finger tip was lodged at last in her virgin
anus. Working with care, Barry soon had his finger up
to the first knuckle, into the tight grip of Sandy’s
butt. Briefly, he wondered if he could take her anally,
or would she resist the taboo of butt-fucking?
While licking her sex, Barry at last felt Sandy’s hands
reached down and gripped his head. Next her hips were
moving up and down as she uttered throaty, guttural
sounds that seemed to originate from her very center of
pleasure.
Occasionally he could understand her, and she moaned,
"Oh, yeah."
Then Sandy was once more making of sex sounds, simply
akin to grunts and ohs and augh’s.
Then the words and actions he had been waiting for came
quickly, quicker than he had expected, and Barry felt
Sandy gripping her fingers in his hair, and pulling his
face tightly to her vulva. Moving his finger in and out
of her clinching anal ring, as if he was fucking her
butt, while performing oral sex on Sandy, Barry felt
Sandy nearing the brink, he understood her climax was
only moments away from overtaking her tender young
body.
"Barry, you’re making me feel funny, oh... oh... my...
Dear Barry, I feel so... BARRY, OH MY DARLING, I’M
FLOATING, BARRY, LOVE ME FOREVER, I FEEL LIKE I’M
CRASHING OR SOMETHING, MY BOYFRIEND, MY BOYFRIEND, OH
YESSS, YESSS!"
By now, Barry had his finger buried completely up the
bowels of the young girl, and as she was climaxing, he
knew she was likely going harder than most women ever
come close to doing. Slowly and gently, and with ease
to ensure he didn’t cause her under agony or pain,
Barry pulled his finger from Sandy’s anus.
Then Barry reached down and guided his steel hard erect
cock to the small lips that would guide him into the
tightest pussy he knew he would ever enter.
Working slowly, Barry had his cock between the slightly
puffy labia majora, With only slight pressure, he
pushed forward as the thick and slightly tapered head
of his cock, pried the tiny labia minora open.
A distinct and unique pleasure, Barry knew, awaited him
slightly past this virgin's inner labia; where his cock
would soon be lodged. Barry pressed forward, then
pulled back, repeating the actions until he felt his
cock head slip pass the inner lips of Sandy’s tiny
pussy. The thick head of his cock was bearing down on
the only obstacle stopping Barry’s entrance into
Sandy’s cervix, and soon the end of her virginity. His
cock was about to split her hymen, guarding the depth
of Sandy’s gripping pussy.
"NO, BARRY, NO IT HURTS! OH PLEASE STOP, IT HURTS!
BARRY, OH, MY DEAR BOYFRIEND, YOUR SPLITTING ME OPEN
AND IT BURNS, AUGH NO, OH MY GAWD IT... IT HURTS... SO
MUCH, I CAN’T... AUGH! EEEYYY!"
Sandy cried out, as she experienced the first cock to
tear through her virgin membrane and breach her small
sex. She knew, of course her lover had split her
cherry. When Sandy felt his long, thick man-meat invade
her body so deeply; it seemed to be in her stomach, if
not in her throat.
"Barry, oh Barry, my gawd it hurts! Oh wait, please!
Can you wait a moment? Oh no, don’t move it in and out,
augh!" Sandy kept repeating the words over and over.
Barry rode the girl with gentle strokes of his steel
hard manhood. When he shot his load, Sandy knew what
was happening. Sandy pulled her hips up to meet the
forward push of Barry’s cock, as she wanted his spunk
deep inside her ruptured sex.
"Put your stuff in me, give me your cum, oh my
husband," Sandy cried out.
She felt and understood exactly what Barry was shooting
up inside her pussy!
Even at thirteen, Sandy understood the old-fashioned
idea of a girl giving her up virginity on her wedding
night, and this was how she felt and cried out, using
the word "husband" to identify with Barry.
Barry believed he had shot such a huge nut; he wouldn’t
be erect for at least an hour. But he was soon hard
once more. He posed the young girl so she was facing
each of the cameras then had her stand and straddle his
chest
Barry watched the blood and cum, running from between
her tiny pink sex petals. He loved knowing he had
caused the mess seeping from her wounded love hole.
Reaching into her hole, with his fingers he gathered up
a glop of their fluid. Barry fingers were slimy with
his cum, and red with Sandy’s blood, as he smeared the
mixture rubbing it on her and himself, as a mark of
honor.
"Sandy, sweetheart, sit down on me, tell me what your
feeling," Barry said to the girl. Then he had her move
forward so he could lick and kiss her bleeding pussy.
"I feel like you split me in half, and my pussy feels
like it is on fire. Oh you like licking me, even though
I’m all bloody?" Sandy commenced laughing, saying, "You
look funny with my blood all over your face. Yuck, do
you really like doing that to me?"
"Sandy, you told me that you had taken a penis in your
mouth, would you take mine, please Sweetheart, suck my
cock like you did for someone else, show me you love me
like that, also."
In total surprise, Barry watched as Sandy moved down,
looked at his blood -covered cock, made a face, but
leaned over and put her mouth over its head. With the
head of his cock in her mouth, Sandy moved her head,
and took the tool that had split her virginity open, as
deep down her throat as possible. She slurped and
gagged on his shlong as massive gouts of saliva poured
out of her mouth, down the trunk and swamped his pubic
bush. "Suck my cock, oh Sandy, that’s good, You suck
like a pro, a 13 year old whore! Move your mouth up and
down on my prick. Use your hand and move it up and down
on my cock, while you suck me off."
Within a few minutes’ times, Barry was shooting his cum
into the girl’s mouth. He didn’t even hold her head,
yet Sandy let none of his cum escape her mouth.
"Sandy, my darling, suck and swallow my cum, oh hell
that feels wonderful, drink my cum, yeah!"
Barry knew the young girl had sucked all his cum down
her throat, and finally Sandy moved and lay on his
chest. Barry hugged Sandy, as she told him about the
experiences she just had in making love for her first
time.
"My wedding night was definitely painful, and can’t
believe I could take your bloody thing in my mouth.
Barry I swallowed your thick stuff as you wanted. Was
it good for you? I thoroughly liked feeling your cock
in my mouth, and the taste of our love juices."
"It was perfect, Sweetheart, and yes it was great for
me," Barry said as he caressed the young girl. "But
where the hell does a 13 year-old learn technique like
that?"
"Barry, was what I did called, "Cock sucking?"
"Yes, that is one name, but like everything else
dealing with sex, it has many names," Barry replied,
"But why are you asking?"
"Because the guys at school, when Candi and I see them
alone, will sometimes ask us to blow them or suck their
cocks. They use that term like it is bad. Barry, I hope
it isn’t bad to suck your cock, because I liked feeling
you squirt in my mouth."
Kind of smiling, Sandy asked, "I tasted my blood when I
sucked your cock, do I have it on my face like you?"
Getting out of bed, Barry took Sandy’s hand and said,
"Come with me."
As he helped her to stand, she moaned out, "Oh, gee, it
hurts to move, Barry, you killed me, I swear."
Then he had Sandy stand with him in front of the
mirror. When Sandy saw the blood on both of them, she
started crying. "I’m no longer a virgin, am I?" Sandy
asked as she turned and hugged Barry. He folded her in
his large arms. Sandy stepped from the protection of
Barry’s arms, and turned back toward the bed.
Looking at the bed, Sandy could see where she had lain
and bled on the towel. Pulling her gown around, saw it
was splatted with blood, especially in the back where
it had ran out of her. Her tears increased over the
soiling of her gown. Barry reached out and hugged her,
pulling her back against the front of his body.
Holding the shaking and crying girl tight in his arms,
he spoke softly, "Sandy, you gave me something
wonderful, and I will purchase you another gown to
replace the one you have on, and I will keep that one
forever, is that a deal, Little Wedding Night Girl?"
Reaching down, Barry pulled the stained gown up and off
Sandy’s body, then tossed it onto the stand next to the
bed. Moving easily, Barry felt his cock becoming erect
once more, feeling it wedged between the round hips of
the 13-year-old beauty. Barry felt Sandy pressing back
against his manhood, as if she wanted fit inside his
body.
Moving his hands, he cupped the tiny tits that seemed
to be popped out on her chest, perhaps a half inch, if
that. They were really just puffed out breast buds,
delicately pink and soft. They really weren’t breast at
that point of her life, and yet, he was paying homage
too then as if they were at least C-cup in size.
Whispering to her, "Sandy, I love you breast, they’re
wonderful and nice to touch. I loved kissing them
before we made love, did you enjoy my feeding at them?"
"Yeah, it felt nice, but they aren’t very big, but I’m
glad you like them," Sandy replied to his comments. As
she spoke, Sandy pressed her tight round hips firmly
against the hard penis of the man who a short time
before, pushed it up inside her tight and gripping sex,
capturing her virginity.
Sandy enjoyed knowing she had been loved by the man.
Sandy expressed to Barry how she felt a little sad in
knowing she couldn’t experience the loss of her
virginity to someone near her age, or on her wedding
night. Then she thought, I just had my wedding night,
and my body now belongs to Barry’s.
Sandy lay back on the bed, leading Barry with her, and
she moved around so her legs were open - her sex
displayed, unknowingly to her, toward the camera lens.
Thus, unwittingly ensuring the camera captured the
images of her bloody sex still oozing its first load of
cum. Barry observed her sex looked bloodier than any
other girl’s virginity he had ever popped.
Using his fingers to pull her pussy open, assuring the
image was captured on the camera’s digital disk.
Knowing the view of her bleeding sex, was being
recorded for his future viewing of her ragged looking
tiny slit. The graphic film would show the split of her
hymen, Barry was able to view from where he was seated.
After ensuring he had her pussy recorded sufficiently
on each camera, Sandy assisted him as he moved her onto
her back, and he lay gently between her legs. Looking
at the size of legs, he saw they were almost the same
size below her knees as they were till they neared her
hips. Yet, they legs were like the thousands of other
teen girls he had seen in the pageants, or he had
photographed.
Barry thought of the time he had been on vacation in
Mississippi, and had met the twin girls who were 12-
years-old, and he convinced then to let him photograph
them. After walking to a small rock and wooded area
along the beach, Barry decided he wished to photograph
them in the nude.
The girls were attractive, and he could tell from their
clothes, they were from wealthy families. Making a joke
of the idea of them posing in the nude, Barry asked how
much he would have to pay them to be professional
models, to pose nude for him?
The one girl, and he believed it was Belinda, said $50,
while Linda said a $100. Reaching into his pocket and
getting out his billfold, he retrieved two $100 dollar
bills and handed them toward the girls. "So, do we have
a deal, but we must hurry as it is getting dark." It
wasn’t getting dark, but he didn’t want the girls to be
gone to long, as someone may start hunting for them.
Within a couple of minutes they were nude, and had
photographed them as they undressed, and photographed
each separately, one item of dress at a time. He was
surprised to see they had small cone shaped breast, and
exceedingly puffy nipples.
The girl, he thought it was Belinda, had more public
hair than the other. But Linda she said she hadn’t
shaved hers off, it was never as thick as her sister’s
pubes. However, neither of the girls had a thick muff,
and their maiden hair was mostly at the top of their
cleft. Having them posed so they exposed their pussies
completely, he found they enjoyed being photography
nude.
When he asked them to pull the lips of their sex apart,
they did so without any thought of what they were
doing. When Barry asked if they would touch and kiss
the other sister’s breast, and push their fingers up
inside the other’s pussy, they did it without protest.
Finally he had one lay between the legs of the other
and rub her sex against her twins. From the
photographs, and especially the videos he had done, he
later found their sounds of sexual release were real,
and they had gotten off rubbing against each other.
When he asked if they had ever done it before, one said
yes, and the other, said no.
Knowing they had evidently done so with each other
previously, Barry asked then to kiss and lick the other
sister’s pussy. Both of them refused to do so at first,
but another fifty dollars likely started them having
sex between themselves and enjoying eating each other.
Working his way slowly between Sandy’s smooth and firm
legs, Barry eased his cock head into the entrance of
her tender and sore sex. He listened as she asked him
to be gentle and not hurt her like the last time. For
more than five minutes, Barry worked first the head,
then eventually the full length of his erection into
Sandy’s tight pussy.
Making deep moves of his engorged cock inward and
outward of the gripping sex, Barry raised himself and
looked between their bodies. Barry could see that the
lips of Sandy’s sex were holding onto his thick meat
rod as he pulled it back out of her snug sex hole.
He scooted her around, so the camera could capture a
close-up shot of her pussy around his throbbing shaft
like a tight rubber grommet. He pistoned his cock out
from deep in her cunt, knowing the small minora labia
was pulling out of her sex, and was visible behind the
outer lips. Her tiny hips were rising up to meet his
slow strokes. Barry could feel the top of his erection,
brushing the prepuce and hardened clit of the young
girl. The little man in the boat was taking quite a
ride. Sandy sounded like a tiny kitten, making meowing
sounds, deep in her throat as he fucked her.
Then she cried out, "I feel, like... Barry, I’m doing
it, I’m cumming, oh, my darling, I can’t get enough of
the yourrrrr..."
Barry could not believe he was able to give the young
girl an orgasm from riding her young tender body, and
stoking his cock deep in her cuntal depths, then
pulling almost all the way out. The moves he made
allowed only the blood-filled tip of his cock head to
remain inside her body. Then pushing his cock deep once
more into her welcoming, and gripping, pussy. He
laughed a little, as Sandy's pussy make loud farting
sounds as the air was pushed out of her love hole with
each downstroke!!
This has to be the ultimate fuck!!!
But, Sandy was getting off again too!!
"Barry, I’m doing it again, oh darling, were fucking,
aren’t we, tell me you like me, please tell me as I
give you my love, BARRY, I’M CUMMING, OH, LOVE ME,
PLEASE LOVE MEEEE, YEAHHHHH!"
Damn, Barry thought, she’s having another orgasm! Sandy
is only 13-years-old, and she is cumming for the second
time, during her second ever fuck. Shit, I’m cumming,
too!
"SANDY, I’M GETTING MY NUT AGAIN, OH HELL, YOU FEEL SO
GOOD, THE BEST FUCK I’VE EVER HAD, TAKE IT, TAKE MY
CUM!"
Barry was filling the tight and narrow channel of her
cervix, with his cum. He jammed his cock up into her,
as hard as he could, and released his exploding jism
deep in her body, and likely into her womb.
After he went off, Barry lay on the small body of the
young girl, and Sandy didn’t object to his size and
weight, that was pinning her to the mattress. Barry was
feeling the soft smooth skin of her thighs that were
shaking from the orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body had
gone into an electric spasm as all her muscles
tightened up followed by a relaxation to an almost
dream-like state following her second climax; on only
her second fuck.
She called him softly, in a singsong voice, "My love,
my Barry, my husband, my heart, yes, my love, my Barry,
my husband, my heart, my Barry" over and over barely
above a whisper.
Does Sandy really believe we are husband and wife, and
that tonight was her wedding night? Perhaps, it's a
simple way for a young girl to justify, her allowing an
older man to take her virginity; even if she hadn’t
wanted it to be lost forever. What would it be like to
have such a young wife? Barry realized Sandy was
younger than his daughter and son, both in their
twenties.
As Barry started to move off the small girl, Sandy
hugged him and entwined her legs in his. She locked
their ankles together, and softly said, "No, please, I
want you on me. Barry, I want your thing in me. Let me
sleep while hold you in me, and on my body, please, I
want you body as part of mine, darling, Barry," Sandy
continued, "Let me have you as my husband this night,
my wedding night."
They lay together and spoke of what they had
experienced, and Sandy revealed her secret, or so she
thought it was. Barry did not let on he was aware of
what she was revealing to him.
"Dear Barry, remember when I told you that I had taken
someone’s hard-on, his cock, in my mouth? My love, it
was yours, while you were sleeping."
"Did you really? That was nice of you, but I would love
to have been awake and felt your mouth engulfing my
cock for your first to do oral sex. Thank you, my,
young bride!"
Holding his weight as much as possible off the girl,
and in another 10-minutes, he felt his cock becoming
erect. And so did Sandy, and she ask, "Are we going to
make love again, my husband, I feel you growing inside
me, you can do anything you want, anything?"
"Sandy, have ever heard of anal sex?"
"Year, that is when the girls let’s the guys do it up
her butt, right?" Sandy asked, "Barry, do you want to
put it in my butt, like you did your finger, cause I
liked what with you did with your finger. I’ll let you
do it with your thing. May I call it your cock? Barry,
from now on, I will call your thing, Mr. Cock. Okay?"
"Yes, you can call it whatever you wish, and I would
love to push Mr. Cock up your little butt, and feel
your hips as I press deep inside your ass, and enjoy
the feeling of your round and firm hips against my
groin, are you ready for it to happen?"
For Barry, the feeling of his cock pushing her
sphincter open and eventually having his cock all the
way up into her bowels, was exquisite. The feelings
Sandy was receiving were somewhere between exquisite
pain and pleasure. The object that had captured and
ravished her virginity, pushed open the muscle that was
suppose to open outward. Mr. Cock succeeded in pressing
it apart from the outside.
"Dearest Barry, keep it slow, as it hurts, but I would
never stop you from doing what you want, but go slow.
After nearly five minutes, she could feel the hair
around Mr. Cock, pressing against her round hips. Sandy
moaned out her approval and told Barry, "Be gentle, but
move it in and out, augh, easy, god you must be twice
the size as you were before."
The older man, and the young girl, enjoyed Greek love.
Sandy found it so difficult to accept the pain, but she
found the pain was what made it enjoyable. When Barry
spewed up her rectum, Sandy cried out, "Give me your
cum, in my ass, I want you in my ass."
After they were done, they showered together, and got
back into bed. Barry wrapped his large arms around
Sandy, in an act of protection and caring love. They
slept till nearly ten in the morning, and when they
woke, Barry laughed as Sandy told him, "If you touch my
sore little hole, I will kill you, I'm so sore
everywhere between my legs."
For the remainder of the week, Sandy and Barry found
many times to enjoy some form of sex together. One
evening as they lay in bed, and it was nearly ten at
night, the phone rang, and Barry answered it and
listened as his wife, Roberta, asked him if things were
going well with his latest conquest. When Barry replied
that it was almost as they had discussed, and your
female knowledge on how to work things out was perfect.
"Barry, I love you, and always will, but can you
understand that I want to be on my own, please don't
hate me or beg to not leave you. I would like to be
single once more. May I have an easy divorce?"
For an hour they discussed what they could do to help
each other run the pageants, and finally he told her,
"Look, we can set up the older girls’ pageants for you,
as you know how to handle the 18 through 20-group, so
it’s yours. I will assist you. However, you need it,
and whenever."
No sooner was Barry off the phone, than it rang once
more. This time it was Gloria, and her question was
direct, "Mr. Wiseman, can I be assured that my daughter
will be the winner in the two big pageants you put
together, and be crowned queen in each?"
"Gloria, call me Barry, and I’ve told you that several
times, and by the way, my wife and I are separating and
I’m setting her up with the 18 through the 20 age
girls’ pageant, so in five years, Sandy will be the
winner when she is eighteen."
Then he asked, "You understood the choice was strictly
Sandy’s, and she is truly a fantastic young lady."
After a few more minutes of small talk, Gloria asked,
"How about I come down and meet you, and we can
continue where you and I left off?"
"Gloria, that would not be a good idea, but when I get
home, I’m sure I can find time to do the portfolio you
wanted of yourself, in fact I look forward in shooting
you."
Handing the phone to Sandy, Barry could catch the drift
of the conversation, and he could tell that Gloria had
let it be known that she should allow Barry to do as he
wished, and she should enjoy whatever took place.
Barry heard Sandy tell her mother, "It hurt at first,
but I’m okay now, just sore."
The rest of the week, Barry could not believe how much
Sandy enjoyed sucking him off, and twice in the next
few days, she asked that he put it up her shit chute.
When they were getting ready for the last night,
Saturday, Barry, and Sandy went to a very expensive
restaurant for dinner, after Sandy won a new category
of the pageant, she was crowned Miss Upcoming Queen,
and her award was equal to that of the pageant first
prize winner.
After eating dinner, they returned to the hotel, and
when they reached their rooms, they found Gloria
watching television in Sandy’s room dressed in a house
coat, and for a moment, the two lovers were speechless.
Gloria looked at her daughter, and asked, "Sandy,
didn’t you tell Barry, that mom was coming to visit,
and the three of us could enjoy each other, and perhaps
spend another week together?"
The idea of sleeping between mother and daughter took
Barry by surprise. But midnight, found young and old
waiting and competing for Barry's Johnson. He found the
setup perfect. In all honesty, Barry had to admit when
it came to oral sex, Sandy was voracious in swallowing
his cock down her throat, draining the last of his cum
as a "tasteful delight," as she called her desire for
drinking his cum.
By the end of the following week, Barry decided he was
ready for a permanent relationship, but not with Sandy
and Gloria. Barry knew he wanted to find a certain
woman, and his contact with a private detective paid
off. He received the address, unlisted phone number. He
also learned her divorce had been finalized. There was
one blemish on the private detective’s report, and that
was the inclusion of a medical report reflecting a
miscarriage that almost cost the life of the woman
carrying his fetus.
Instead of heading home after the week with Sandy and
her mother, he was off on what he wanted: a successful
reunion with Diane.
It was six o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and Barry
knocked on a Spanish style door on the outskirts of a
small Arizona home. The door opened, and before Barry
stood an attractive woman, who cried out upon seeing
him, "My... oh, Barry... my love, Barry, how did you
find me, but now you have, I must tell you, I love
you..."
END
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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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