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She's Only Twelve
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
***
A balmy summer night. A very cute little gal leaning
against a sign post in tight white shorts. A 35-year
old insurance salesman driving by. How was he to know
she was only twelve? And even if he did know, would he
care? (M/g, ped, nc?, rp?)
***
I first met Cindy one balmy Missouri evening about
dusk. I was an insurance "debit route" salesman - that
is, I had a certain route and a book full of customers
who paid for their life and fire insurance on a weekly
or monthly basis. So every day and most evenings I was
out driving my route, making collections and trying to
sell new policies wherever I could.
As I drove past an automobile repair shop on the corner
across the street from one of my customers, I spied a
very pretty young girl leaning against the cement
street-sign post in front of the garage. She was a real
knock-out, wearing very tight and very short white
shorts; that always gets my attention, even to this
day. Although I don't recall even questioning her age,
I must have assumed she was legal. Her softly rounded
petite body - small perky breasts and tight, perfectly
formed little butt - sure looked well developed enough.
I pulled my new '59 red and white Ford over to the
curb. Through the open window I said, "Hi, there. I'm
Jim. What's your name?"
She apparently thought I was cute enough for her - and
I sure as Hell was, with a head of bushy, blonde hair,
blue- eyes, a slim body, and being a well-dressed guy
in a new car - she smiled and said, simply, "Cindy.
Where you going?"
On seeing her close up, I was immediately impressed by
how much her face and compact body reminded me of a
young Elizabeth Taylor. "Hmmmm, very, very nice," I
thought to myself.
"Oh, nowhere in particular," I answered. "Want to go
for a ride with me?" I was filled with hope and lust.
"Ummmm, sorry, I can't. My dad's inside and I can't
leave." My hopes were dashed. "But," she said sweetly,
"I can sit in the car with you, if you'll pull around
to the side."
Bingo! Progress.
Naturally, I quickly pulled around to the side and
opened the door for her. She almost ran to the car, and
slid into the seat beside me, bottom first, giving my
eyes a real treat with the tight white cotton stretched
over her tight little butt cheeks. Her shorts were so
short the little roll of baby fat where her butt joined
her thigh was clearly visible. I stared hard, believe
me.
She pulled the door shut and scooted right over near
me. We introduced ourselves and began to talk about
this and that. I couldn't keep my hands off her, and
soon draped my arm around her shoulder, lightly
stroking her hair, her shoulder and her back with my
fingers, hoping I was making her tingle.
It wasn't ten minutes until I gently pulled her to me,
leaned over and kissed her. It was heaven. She
responded immediately, kissing me back and pressing
closer to me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth
lightly and hers met mine. We played like that, kissing
and tonguing, and my fingers stroking her, for several
minutes.
My cock was straining in my slacks, staining the front
liberally with my pre-cum - in short, I was "creaming
my jeans" for all I was worth. This petite girl had
gotten me uncontrollably hot in no time flat.
It was obvious she was getting hot, too, 'cause she was
pushing her fine little perky tits into my chest
something fierce as we kissed, and I could feel the
hardness of her young nipples.
I figured I "had this made," so I didn't hesitate to
lower my hand to her lower back, and then down to her
bottom, stroking and handling her backside though the
cotton as much as I could in the car seat. Soon, this
wasn't enough for me, so I took a chance and slipped my
hand inside the back of her shorts and began to work my
way down to her scantily-pantied bottom, then inside
her tiny panties, too.
I squeezed her butt and she shuddered and kissed me all
the harder. "Okay," I thought. "No objections from her.
Let's go for it." And I lowered my hand from her bottom
down between her thighs toward her pussy until I could
stroke her slit by extending my fingers - by this time,
my right arm was as far down her shorts as I could go,
but indeed, my fingers were touching her pussy and she
still wasn't objecting a bit.
In fact, she was sighing softly and pushing her little
hard butt back at me so I could get more access to her
slit. She was wet, too, nice and slippery - a very
juicy girl - and I spread her luscious juices all over
her down there. I couldn't get my fingers inside her
very far, though, and that was really driving me nuts.
Literally, "nuts" - my balls were already aching being
so near this darling girl, and my prick was filled with
such pressure I thought it would burst any second.
I had been keeping an eye out for passers-by, and about
then I noticed a tall guy in coveralls walking out of
the garage toward my car. I immediately withdrew my
hand, fingers all wet from her lovely slimy sweet-
smelling cunny. The guy walked up to the car, leaned in
and said, "You better be careful, guy, that girl's
trouble. She's only twelve, and she'll get you in
trouble."
With that he turned and walked back into the garage.
"My step-dad," said Cindy, "he owns the garage. They're
working on their stock car he and my mom are taking to
the race tomorrow night over in Kansas."
"Wow!" I muttered, frustrated and dying to get some
more of this sweet pussy, especially now that I knew
she was only twelve! You see, I've had an addiction for
girls about that age ever since my twelve - and
fourteen-year old country cousins taught me all about
sex when I was five. That's right! I started fucking at
five, and always had enjoyed petite, younger girls the
most.
But, being a businessman, and being in my "territory,"
I realized I better cut this short. I asked Cindy, "Are
you going to the race with them tomorrow?"
"No, I'm staying home. I hate races."
"You mean they let you stay home alone?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied. "They really don't care much what
I do."
"Maybe I could come over and keep you company, and we
could... ummmm, you know... do some more... stuff."
Cindy cocked her little head and looked at me a minute,
then said, "Maaaybeee. Are you going to rape me? Guys
are always trying to rape me."
"God no," I answered. "I don't want to do anything you
don't want to do, and for sure I don't want to rape
you... unless you want to be raped," I added with a
chuckle.
She giggled at that, and asked if I had something to
write with. I gave her my pocket notebook and pen, and
she wrote down an address. When I looked at it, I was
amazed; It was just up the street a few houses from the
apartment house where I lived.
"Umm, what time would be okay?" I asked.
"They'll leave early, 'cause it takes 'em a couple
hours to drive over to Kansas. You can come anytime..."
I chuckled to myself about that pun. "Ummm, about six
would be okay."
That would be great, I thought. It was October and the
days were short. By six in the evening, it's dusk and
pretty dark.
With that, she kissed me on the cheek and jumped out of
the car, wiggling her fine little pre-teen butt at me
as she did. I thought to myself that I was surely going
to get me some of that tomorrow, and with that thought
I squeezed my thighs together and to my surprise
started spurting, cumming in my pants. It had built up
to a point where my balls just had to empty themselves,
I guess. I wished she could have seen that!!
After I changed clothes, as I finished making my rounds
that day I repeatedly brought my fingers to my nose and
inhaled the sweet, girlish scent of her pussy that
fantastically scent that only very young girls can give
out and that make any man's head swim.
Her scent was magically intoxicating, making my eyes
close in extreme delight each time I sniffed it and
making my dick really hard. Hmmm, I mused, all that
from a smell. I was kind of surprised that even when I
finished work that evening, I could still detect traces
of her little girl's sweet sex odor. I thought to
myself, boy if they could only bottle that!
As I drove up the street to my apartment, I noted the
location of the address she had given me. It was a
common older Victorian style home - the kind often
offered for rent. It sat up on a high bank of earth
supported by a cement wall, with steps leading up to
the porch. The porch stretched across the front of the
house, and the front door had a big oval glass pane,
like was popular back in the 20s and 30s. The house was
dark, so apparently they had not yet returned home.
The next day I was haunted and obsessed with visions of
Cindy. My cock pretty well stayed at half mast and
insistent all day long. Now, as I showered for my
"date" with her, old "Clyde" (as I called him) was
still swollen and leaky. I soaped him generously,
nearly cumming by hand before I regained control by
thinking about other things - like how many years
they'd give me if I got caught messing around with this
little princess. That chilled me out enough to finish
my toilet.
[Note: "Clyde" was short for "Clydesdale," which
another very young girl, Chrissie, had named him a few
years earlier when she first gazed on him with wide
eyes, saying, "God! He's as big as a Clydesdale." (See
my story, Chrissie at Twelve, in Directory 40). Okay, I
know there are many cocks more deserving of that name
than my six and three-quarter-incher, but Clyde was
pretty thick and to a young virgin's eyes, he probably
looked huge, and so I decided that would be his name.]
The conscious effort I had made to stop thinking about
Cindy so I wouldn't be all tensed up, sexually, had
worked but now I had only to let memories of Chrissie
pop up in my mind and I was in trouble again. I turned
my thoughts immediately to shoveling out the stables
where I kept my Thoroughbred mare and that did the
trick.
I had stopped earlier in the day and bought a bottle of
expensive ladies' cologne as a gift for Cindy, so I
gathered up the pretty little box, thinking "A pretty
little box for a pretty little box," and chuckled at my
cleverness as I headed for my car.
Driving over to her street, I immediately saw her
playing ball in the darkening street with a couple
friends, another cute young girl and a young boy. I
pulled over and motioned for her to come over to the
car. We chatted a few minutes, I gave her, her present
then I asked if her parents had left yet, half scared
that they'd cancelled their trip.
She said they had gone earlier, and that we could go
inside if I wanted to. I definitely wanted to. I parked
several doors away from their house, and walked calmly
to the front door. I noticed again that more the door
was a big oval of clear glass. I didn't think much
about it then, but later I gave it some serious
thought.
Oddly, her two friends came in with Cindy, but pretty
soon she sent them to her basement to play and just
Cindy and I were left alone. We exchanged a few words,
and then I gently pulled the little darling to me on
the couch and hugged her. I began kissing her over and
over as I held and hugged her, stroking her little body
all over. She responded well with soft, girlish kisses.
Pretty soon my heat level was high and I wanted to
repeat what had taken place in the car yesterday
afternoon, so I began massaging her back and bottom.
She had on blue jeans that were a little loose, leaving
room for my hand to slide down the back.
I began playing with the cheeks of her little pre-teen
butt through her panties. I could tell she liked it,
because she wriggled around to make my work a little
easier. Again, I could extend my finger low enough to
slide across the rear part of her little cunny. I began
to lose my balance with the sheer pleasure of it.
But after a few minutes of that contact, Cindy jumped
up, saying, "I want to show you something." With that,
she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them to reveal a
pair of black mini-panties with a sexy black fringe all
around. This was better than I had hoped for. She posed
for me and shook her little booty to make the fringes
dance for me. Jeez, what a fantastic sight!
The sight of her doing a hootchie-kootchie with her
perfect petite body, beautiful face, and tight little
black panties (complete with dancing fringe) got me
very hot very quick. Just the fact she'd show me her
panties was a big turn on. It was only a few minutes
before I got up and gave her one big hug and kiss, and
pulled her down on the couch with me again.
For the next ten minutes or so, I kept trying to slide
my hands inside those panties and she kept pushing me
away. I felt as if she were just being playful, but it
was frustrating as Hell. My dick was demanding
attention, only getting harder and more painful from
the closeness of that little panty-clad beauty.
Finally I'd had enough. I grasped her around the throat
with both my hands as if to choke her, but with no
compression or intent to choke, only as an indication
to her of my frustration with her stubbornness.
Immediately, she got very calm, saying, "Don't hurt me.
I'll do it. I'll do it. I will!"
Surprised the heck out of me, 'cause I wasn't really
hurting her in any way and she really didn't seem to be
truly afraid. It was as if we were playing a game. I
began to catch on: she wants to play "rape" I thought.
She had mentioned "rape" and "rapist" a few times in
the last couple days.
Okay, I thought. If that's what it takes. I said to
her, "Okay, I won't hurt you. Just lie down here on the
couch and let me slip off those cute panties. She was
all submission now, and lay back as I bent over to
grasp those fringed panties and slide them down slowly,
revealing a very small thin dark bush as I did. I bent
further to kiss her little cunny and give her a lick
with my tongue, which made her start and kind of jump a
little. Fuck! Did she taste sweet, and there was that
scent again, that debilitating young girl scent,
driving me crazier and crazier.
Then I stood, undid and lowered my slacks, dropping my
shorts with them onto the floor. My raging cock was
sticking straight up, and glistened in the darkened
room with a shiny, glass-like surface, reflecting
little spots of light. Actually Clyde was kind of
bobbing up and down in time with my heartbeat. I
watched her eyes as she gazed at him. Obviously, Clyde
had an admirer.
Cindy then started a mantra which she was to repeat
over and over for the next ten minutes or so, "No,
don't... don't rape me... please don't."
Of course, she was laying there with her legs spread
wide and making no effort to resist. So here was
another part of the game, I thought.
"Please don't rape me... I'll be a good girl... please,
no." On and on, she just kept this up in a soft, sexy
voice, too. No fear or horror, just her little girl's
play-mantra.
I opened my shirt and her blouse so I'd be able to feel
her perky little titties on my chest, kissed her on the
lips once more as I slid my finger up and down her
little pussy slit long enough to realize she was very
wet down there. Great, I thought, I'm gonna slide in
her, like, easy!
"Oh, no... no... no rape, please." This was starting to
get humorous.
As I moved onto the couch on my knees, between her
smooth twelve year-old legs and prepared to mount her,
the door to the basement opened and her young girl
friend came out. Standing right by the couch, she
checked things out pretty good. There wasn't any
question about what was going on.
Cindy said, "Go back downstairs like I told you." Now
was obviously not the time for her mantra, and I
chuckled. But her cheeky little girlfriend playmate
(about eleven or twelve herself) said to me, "Give me
five dollars and I'll go back."
I was at a complete loss. There I was, ready to slide
my lusty prick right up this little girl, penetrating
her as deeply as I could and this chick walks in on us.
I was burning, in every way. Well, I thought, nothing
to do but give her the five bucks and hope that keeps
her quiet. I reached down to retrieve my wallet from my
slacks, fished out a fiver and handed it to her,
telling her, "If I see you up here again, I'm gonna
fuck YOU, kid!"
That seemed to convince her. Her eyes opened wide and
she sort of pulled her head back as if I were going to
hit her. But, she gave us another visual check, bending
her head to try and see my cock better and, satisfied
with the vision and the money, headed back downstairs,
closing the door. It wasn't the last I'd see of her,
but she didn't bother us again that night. More about
that later.
Getting back to business, I was still holding myself up
over Cindy's half naked little Princess body. For some
reason I looked back over my shoulder... that was when
I realized that my naked butt was shining for anyone to
see who walked up on the porch. Remember that big oval
glass door?
I was about to commit statutory rape on a twelve year
old right in front of that glass door, in plain view of
anyone who happened along. But a hard-on has no
conscience, as the saying goes. Thinking, screw it; I
turned my attention back to the task at hand... rather
the pleasure at hand.
Cindy, for her part, went back to softly voicing her
mantra, "No... God no... don't rape me... please!"
Frankly, that was beginning to raise my own level of
excitement, if that were possible.
Grasping my cock with one hand, supporting myself over
Cindy's little body with the other arm, I began to
probe around between her thighs looking for the entry.
She was very slick, as I was, but I wasn't having any
luck finding entry and I was so damned hot I couldn't
even think straight.
But after several unsuccessful pokes, Cindy herself
whispered to me, "Lower, lower." That surprised the
daylights out of me. First, "No, no, no," then "Lower"
as she helped me find her pussy. But she was correct.
Cindy had one of those low slung pussies, further down
between her legs than most.
As soon as I lowered my sights I found her opening and
began to slide Clyde into her snug wet warmth with no
trouble at all. It felt so damned good I could hardly
keep from blowing my nut as I entered her, especially
after all the strung-out lead-up.
But I didn't. I kept control, and began to fuck this
dynamite little twelve year old slowly and deeply. She
was no virgin, at least she had no hymen to burst
through, but from the feel of her she was still very
much a novice. She was very tight and gripping, which
pleased me no end.
As I slid in and out of her and moved my ass around to
make my dick circle inside her, I started whispering in
her ear, "Now, little girl, I'm fucking your pussy,
raping you, raping your young pussy..." Two could play
her game, and it worked. Every time I repeated the
words "fuck," "rape," or "raping," Cindy got visibly
more excited and began to move her little ass around
more vigorously.
She also started to repeat her own mantra again: "No,
oh God, no... please don't rape me... please don't
squirt in me... oh, please... take it out..." At the
same time, I was going, "Fuckin into your tiny little
pussy, baby. Raping you, pushing my big dick up into
your sweet young girl body..."
Our mutual nasty words were getting us both hotter than
Hell, and we fucked like two people on fire. I was so
damned excited to be fucking my dream twelve year old
and she was equally excited to be "raped" by an older
guy. We were a pair!
But that intense heat couldn't last long. Within a few
minutes, my balls were lifting and I could feel my
prostrate starting to pump my man juice. I thought
briefly about pulling out because at twelve she could
perhaps get pregnant, as precocious as she was. But I
discarded that thought almost as soon as it hit me, and
just kept stroking into her, deeper and deeper. I
didn't care. I just had to cum in her.
Holding her ass cheeks, I pulled her up to me as hard
as I could, penetrated her as deep as I could, and then
held my cock there as my balls began to pump my juice
into her, seed and all, in hot spurt after hot spurt,
rich, white, man cream up a twelve year old pussy. My
God! Fucking HOT!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh god... Oh god... I'm cu-cumming... in
you... in your... little pussy... in you..." My body
was in seizure, bent out of shape trying to get my dick
further into her. Her little ass cheeks in my hands
felt sooo good. We were literally joined at our
genitals.
As I pumped my last squirt into her cervix, I felt her
entire body shudder and her tiny pussy clamp my cock
tightly. Maybe, I thought later as I recalled it all,
maybe she had, had her own little orgasm.
Finally, I opened my eyes and looked down at her as the
tension began to flow out of me. Her eyes were big,
wide open, and she was licking her lips. Almost made me
hard again, but I just gave another little push into
her and then slid out of her fine little box with a
slurp, copious amounts of my cum dribbling out of her
as Clyde retreated.
As I regained my senses a bit, all I could think of
then was getting the Hell out of there as quickly as I
could before I got caught and spent the next twenty
years in a cell with a gorilla somewhere very
unpleasant. I quickly pulled on my shorts and pants,
buttoned up my shirt, leaned down and kissed Cindy's
flat little tummy and the top of her little pussy that
had just given me so much pleasure.
Checking outside to make sure no one was wandering
about - I couldn't see anyone - I quickly made my exit,
throwing Cindy a kiss as I left (she was getting
dressed and seemed not at all distressed by my
leaving). As I walked down the steps I heard a girl's
voice to my right and looked over to see Cindy's little
girlfriend. Apparently there was another way out of the
basement and she'd taken it.
I stopped, thinking oh shit! What now? But she motioned
for me to move into the shadows made by the porch. I
did, and she goes, "Hi, I'm Becky. I live in that big
house behind here." I knew which house she meant. It
was the cream of the neighborhood, the rich people's
house.
She continued, "I've written my phone number on this,"
handing me a scrap of paper. "I have my own phone, no
one else ever answers, just me. Will you call me?"
Wondering why, I asked her, "What for, Becky?"
"Well," she said nervously, "I watched you do it to
Cindy, through the front door... and it looked like a
lot of fun. I've only done it once... with the kid you
saw with us earlier. I really want to do it with an
older boy."
Funny, I no longer thought of myself as a boy at 35,
but I got her meaning. Almost got another hard-on, too.
My dick certainly was stirring as I looked Becky over.
She was still gangly young, but very pretty and with
the most beautiful silky blonde hair down to the middle
of her back. My mind immediately considered how nice it
would be to play with her.
"Sure, I'll call you," I said. "As long as you don't
make a habit of asking for money," I added with a
chuckle.
She just grinned at that and shook her head "no." Then
she added, "Mondays or Wednesdays are best for me,
'cause my folks aren't home those nights and I can do
whatever I want."
Well, well, well, I thought. I bent to kiss her and she
didn't object. Nor did she seem to mind when I stroked
her little bottom, although she shivered once of twice.
Then I whispered, "Monday it'll be, then. But please
don't tell Cindy."
"I was gonna ask you the same thing... not to tell her.
I don't want her to know I grabbed her boyfriend."
Another kiss and I quickly went to my car and headed
home, safe home. Looking forward to another "feast" on
Monday. Let's see, this is Thursday...
END
Author Note: Watch for "Becky at Eleven," coming soon.
Although not looking for technical, grammatical or
philosophical critique, Tinman welcomes all feedback
telling me how my stories affect you - whether they
excite you - and what you do about that. All civilized
email will be answered as promptly as possible. Email
tinmanjc9@hotmail.com
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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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