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Jessica
by Y4Y (w2beh@yahoo.com)

***

I ran into my neighbor's young daughter at the park 
near our home and stopped to chat as I always did when 
I saw Jessica. Only this time, we ended up doing a lot 
more than just talking. (M/g, ped, exh, 1st, bd)

***

That I was alone in the park with my neighbor's twelve 
year old daughter was not that unusual. Jessica's 
parents both worked, and on school days she and her 
older brother were accustomed to spending their 
afternoons at home alone, looking after themselves. 

My work schedule allowed me Fridays off, a luxury I 
took advantage of in the spring and early summer when 
the weather was so inviting. This particular spring, it 
was quite common for me to see Jessica in the large 
park adjacent to our neighborhood when I went for a jog 
or took my dogs for a walk, and I always stopped to 
talk with her.

It was just after lunch, and I was dressed in running 
shorts and a tee shirt, intending to take a brief jog 
through the nature trails the park offered. Surprised 
to see Jessica in the park this early in the day, 
however, I had been drawn into a conversation with her 
before I ever started, and now sat on a park bench 
admiring this beautiful girl. 

Jessica was a very confident and independent minded 
girl, and at times talking to her was almost like 
conversing with an adult. But this afternoon, the 
excitement of getting out of school early for a teacher 
'work day' had Jessica in a playful mood, which made 
her seem girlish as a twelve year old should.

When I had walked up, she was playing with a large 
handful of Mardi Gras beads, and now she held them away 
from her body as she did little pirouettes in the 
grass. As I watched her twirl around I couldn't help 
but notice how pretty she was becoming. Her long blond 
hair was pulled to either side and roughly braided, 
hanging down well past her shoulders. Her pretty face 
needed no make-up, and her smile was dazzling, her 
naturally straight teeth requiring no braces. 

She was wearing a simple top with thin straps that tied 
in a bow at the shoulders. A few inches of midriff were 
bare, below which were snug fitting cotton shorts in a 
bright flower pattern. She was beautiful, and I 
noticed, not for the first time, that she was 
developing an unexpected aura of sexuality. The tight 
fitting clothing enhanced this impression. With her 
long legs and strong shoulders, her body had the 
scaled-down but perfect shape and proportions of a much 
older girl.

I also noticed, not for the first time, the little buds 
that were her forming breasts. Today they pressed 
invitingly against the thin material of her shirt. The 
roundness of her bottom in the clingy cotton shorts was 
delightful as well. Realizing how openly I was admiring 
her youthful beauty, I felt a sense of shame for 
allowing an innocent twelve year old girl to stir up 
sexual images in my mind. 

My reaction was to look quickly away with 
embarrassment, and then take a more calculated glance 
around to see if anyone might have noticed. I was 
suddenly unsure of what subliminal motivations were in 
play when I gave up my run so easily, and seeing that 
we were essentially alone on this side of the park, it 
occurred to me that it would be best if I excused 
myself and moved on.

We were in fact at the far edge of the park from our 
neighborhood, or at least I should say the far edge of 
the developed park areas. Just beyond where we sat, the 
park transitioned gradually from open fields to a huge 
wooded area. There were designed nature trails through 
part of the woods, but the majority was natural, 
offering home and shelter to enough wildlife to drive 
my dogs crazy when I walked them here. 

The park, and the protected status of the land around 
it, made our neighborhood a highly sought after 
location. But looking around today, there were only a 
few people enjoying the peaceful afternoon, and most of 
them were well off in the distance near the parking 
area, suggesting they were visitors and not locals. 
Knowing I should leave, I stayed, unexplainably 
mesmerized by Jessica.

Lacking the wisdom and the will power to leave and get 
on with my run, but trying to avoid inappropriate 
thoughts, I idly picked up some of Jessica's Mardi Gras 
beads and began to play with them. My clearly 
irrational mind tried to rationalize my actions; I was 
staying because it wasn't smart to leave Jessica here 
on the edge of the woods alone. 

In retrospect, it was an amusing struggle. A part of my 
mind, and at the moment the dominant part, was 
infatuated with this pretty and unintentionally sexy 
girl child. The saner, but suppressed part, argued that 
I was being stupid, immoral and preying on her 
innocence. 

When the sane part of my mind argued that there was no 
way a pretty young girl like Jessica would be 
interested in a grown man like myself, the evil part of 
my psyche countered with the rationalization that I 
only wanted to look, but not touch, so no real harm 
could be done. Looking back, I knew which side was 
winning, but at the time I seemed powerless, or perhaps 
I didn't care, even though I knew my thoughts were 
drifting into socially, morally and criminally 
dangerous waters. 

Using the bench surface as a work table, I tried in 
vain to arrange the beads in my hand into the shape of 
a dog head as I surreptitiously watched Jessica from 
the corner of my eye.  Finding the dog head impossible, 
I instead made a simple heart out of a red set, and 
then quickly added shiny green beads for outline. 
Laughing as she did so, Jessica pranced over and swept 
her hand across the beads, messing up my design.

'HEY!'

She just laughed. 'Make something else,' she dared.

Smiling, I tried to make a sun. Before my work of art 
was complete, she struck again, knocking the beads off 
into the grass.

'Well, I can see you're determined to be a little imp.'

'What's an imp?'

'A bad girl. Like you.'

'I'm not a bad girl.' She giggled and added. 'What 'cha 
gonna make next?'

'Nothing. You'll just mess it up.'

'Nah, I'm done. I promise. Let me see you make 
something else.'

Eyeing her in mock suspicion, I loved the way her 
golden hair sparkled in the sun. The slight disarray of 
her careless braids made it seem all the more 
appealing, accentuating the natural beauty she 
possessed. No amount of effort, or lack of effort, 
could make her look bad.

'Can I trust you?'

'As much as I can trust you.'

I realized with substantial embarrassment that she had 
no idea how poor a guarantee that was, considering the 
thoughts that had been passing through my mind.

'I'll give you one more chance.'

With that I gathered up some beads and made a show of 
carefully considering what to make. All the while I 
kept my eyes on Jessica, presumably because she 
couldn't be trusted not to mess up my design, but in 
reality because the evil part of my mind was still 
exercising control. With blue and silver beads, I made 
a crude attempt at outlining a dolphin jumping from the 
sea. Jessica looked on in puzzlement, and I had to make 
numerous adjustments before it began to take shape. 
Finally she got it.

'That's a good one.'

'A work of art that should be preserved forever', I 
said with measured smugness.

When she moved this time, I was prepared, capturing her 
right wrist in my left hand before it reached its 
target. She immediately attacked with her left, but I 
countered just as quick, catching her wrist in my right 
hand just before she succeeded. With both her wrists 
firmly in my grip, Jessica was undaunted. Her foot came 
up without hesitation, but I blocked it with my leg. 
Then using my left hand to hold both her slender wrists 
together, I freed my right hand to parry any further 
efforts with her feet. 

She tried to pull free, but my grip was too strong and 
I held her wrists firmly. As she fought against my 
grip, she bent forward slightly. My eyes watched the 
top of her shirt as it moved away from her body, and I 
found myself wishing she'd bend over further. When she 
finally paused, she was breathing heavily and her 
blonde hair had fallen around her face. To me she 
looked like an angel from heaven as she glared at me, 
unhappy in defeat. 

Sensing that she was merely waiting for me to conclude 
she was beaten and lower my guard, I marveled at her 
cleverness. 'It doesn't look I can trust you after all. 
Perhaps I should tie your hands.'

It was a comment truly made in jest, spontaneously 
blurted out without forethought, evil or otherwise, and 
when she responded so quickly, it caught me by 
surprise.

'That would be fun. I could be your hostage.'

Unsure how to respond, and not liking the thoughts that 
passed involuntarily through my mind, I smiled at her 
weakly, trying to hide what I was feeling. I realized 
the tension in her body had relaxed, and she was no 
longer poised to pull away should I lessen my grip on 
her wrists. Instead, she stood before me submissively, 
expecting to be taken hostage in this game she had just 
suggested.

Not believing I was doing it, and with serious doubts 
about my motivations, I used my free hand to pick up an 
extra long strand of beads. The stirring in my groin 
was ready evidence to the fact that my participation in 
this child's game was inappropriate. I knew she just 
saw this as simple make believe, and I tried to quell 
the improper thoughts running through my brain as I 
spoke.

'Turn around hostage and put your hands behind you.'

Without hesitating, she began to turn as I released one 
wrist while maintaining a firm grip on the other, lest 
she try to escape. With her back towards me, she 
brought her free hand back to meet the one I held. As 
an impromptu experiment, I released her wrist to see if 
she would bolt. But she stood there submissively, her 
hands together behind her back, waiting to be bound. 
Taking the long strand of beads, I began to wrap them 
loosely around her wrists, draping the end between her 
arms when I was done. I tried to take on a stern voice 
when I issued my next order.

'Turn around hostage and face me.'

She spun back towards me, the look of mock seriousness 
on her face barely concealing the mirth in her eyes. 
With her hands behind her, her shoulders were square 
and her chest pushed out, pressing her small breast 
buds firmly against the material of her shirt. My heart 
thumped in my chest as I forced myself to maintain eye 
contact. She thought this was a game. I was afraid of 
what I was thinking.

'Now you will no longer mess up my art work. 
Understood?'

She smiled wickedly. 'What if I try to escape?'

'Then I will simply capture you once again.'

Quick as a flash, her right foot came up and swept my 
dolphin off the bench, then she turned and ran toward 
the trees, her hands behind her back, the free end of 
the bead strand bouncing as she ran. Even though she 
juked left and right as I gave chase, she barely made 
ten yards before I caught her by the elbow. 

Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I held her as 
she fought to get free. Twisting and kicking with great 
energy, I decided it would be easier to pin a bobcat as 
I tried to hang on. Finally she paused, momentarily out 
of breath. Through the struggle, she ended up pressed 
hard against me, her bound hands against my stomach and 
her behind pressed into my crotch. 

I was immediately aware of the physical reaction my 
body had to the contact, but knowing full well it was 
wrong, I held her there and reveled in the feeling of 
my member swelling against her sweet young bottom. Her 
head was just below my nose, and the fresh smell of her 
hair was intoxicating. She made no move to pull away as 
we both waited for our breathing to slow back to 
normal.

My sensibilities kicking in, I was suddenly acutely 
aware of the insanity of my actions, and the fact that 
we were in the open with other people in the park. 
Looking quickly around, I pushed Jessica away from me, 
breaking the contact. Buoyed by the quick confirmation 
that we truly were alone on this side of the park, and 
the fact that Jessica showed no reaction to what 
happened, I found however that I was not willing to end 
the game. 

Even with clear knowledge that what I had done was 
improper on many levels, I found my infatuation with 
Jessica to be a more powerful force than my common 
sense. The memory of my arm around her firm waist and 
my crotch against her tender bottom burned in my brain. 

Marching her in front of me so she wouldn't see the 
bulge in my crotch, I nudged Jessica towards the woods 
until we passed the first line of trees, knowing full 
well that moving her into a secluded area was a bad 
idea. It was if a stranger had taken over my body when 
I spoke once again with mock sternness.

'No one escapes from my prison. Now you're coming with 
me.'

Picking up on the game, Jessica took on the voice of a 
frightened hostage. 'Where are we going? What are you 
going to do?'

'I'm taking you to my hide-out. You must be punished.'

'Oh no.'

With that she tried to pull away and run again. We 
wrestled for a moment, and then I swept her off her 
feet and threw her over my shoulder, her head to the 
back, feet forward. She continued to squeal and 
struggle, but couldn't help laughing. As I held tightly 
on to her legs, I couldn't help but marvel at the firm 
smoothness of them.

Now well into the trees, but before we reached dense 
woods, I set her back on her feet, letting my hands 
slip up her firm thighs to her shorts as I did so, 
trying to convince even myself that it was accidental. 
Though I felt shame at my continued inappropriate 
thoughts and actions, I couldn't seem to stop them.

'You're not very good at this. I could easily get 
away.' As she spoke she turned her back to me, showing 
that the poorly tied beads had all but come free. Even 
though she could easily slide her hands out, she kept 
them there as if she were tightly bound. The not so 
subtle implication that she liked being my hostage was 
thrilling, and I picked up on it quicker than I wished, 
and spoke before I thought.

'You want to be tied tighter?'

She looked back at me and paused, biting down on her 
lower lip. It was an action that was so primitive and 
vulnerable in its beauty, it tore at my heart.

'OK. Make it so I really can't get away.'

I pulled the beads off and she simply stood there, her 
arms held behind her, a willing prisoner. Her head was 
slightly bowed so that she struck a truly submissive 
pose. My heart was racing. Perhaps it was my overly 
active imagination, but the sexuality dripping off this 
little nymph was palpable. For her it was still a game, 
but I was feeling an excitement not suitable for a man 
in the presence of a young girl.

She looked back again, a question in her eyes. I had to 
make a decision; keep the game going and continue to 
indulge my inappropriate fantasies, or do the proper 
thing and bring it to an end. I made my choice without 
thinking, knowing full well that if I allowed time for 
analysis I would likely stop right here. After all, I 
was a grown man, and she was an innocent twelve year 
old girl. 

For me to lust after her in my mind while purposefully 
allowing inappropriate 'accidental' contact, I was in 
the wrong, and if I took a moment to review my actions, 
I could reach no other conclusion. I didn't want to 
think about it. As I began to wind the beads more 
carefully around her wrists, my hands were shaking and 
sweat was forming on my brow. 

Acting out sexual fantasies with a lover had been my 
only experience in tying up a girl, so I supposed it 
was only natural that sexual musings ruled my thoughts 
as I knelt to more carefully attend to binding my 
hostage. In this case I knew full well my fantasies 
were mine alone, so I easily rationalized they wouldn't 
hurt anyone. I was about to discover Jessica had her 
own ideas.

Tying Jessica's hands carefully, I tried not to make 
the bonds too tight, knowing the hard beads would dig 
in and hurt. At the same time, in response to her 
challenge I didn't want her to be able to get free. 
When it came time to make a knot, I used an old trick 
to repair broken Mardi Gras beads, twisting the closely 
spaced beads so that that locked across each other, 
making a difficult joint to undo. I lingered over the 
knot a moment, taking the opportunity to study her 
tight little butt that was right before me.

'Now you can't get away.'

Jessica pulled at the bonds, trying hard to twist her 
way out, but she was fully trapped. Finally she stopped 
and stared, a hint of a smile on her lips. 

'Now what?' 

Her words caused me to look up. I had been staring at 
her tiny breasts.

'As I said, I'll take you to my secret hide-out in the 
woods.' My answer was delivered with confidence, but in 
truth I was totally unsure where we went from here. 
Tying up this pretty young girl in the woods had fueled 
my fantasies to the point that I had lost track of my 
place in the game. I was racking my brain, trying to 
think of the best way to keep the game alive without 
giving away my true thoughts, when her next words blew 
me away.

'Are you going to strip me?'

Caught off guard, I must have given her an odd look, 
for she quickly added, 'Isn't that what happens when a 
man takes a girl hostage?'

I was flabbergasted and momentarily speechless. Most 
confusing was her tone, which was laced with unmasked 
expectation. She was hoping I would say yes, that this 
would be part of the game. I flashed back to my own 
youth, when partial nudity was an innocent part of 
playing doctor and other games as we tried to 
understand the first urges of sexuality. This girl 
child was naively feeding my improper fantasies. 

Without thinking I blurted, 'Is that what you want me 
to do?'

'I don't mind. I'm your hostage, but I know you won't 
hurt me.'

I simply stared at this incredible girl. She was 
telling me in plain English that it would be fine with 
her if the game we were playing included me removing 
her clothes. Now I truly had a decision to make. If the 
game progressed any further along these lines, then I 
would be breaking the law rather than indulging immoral 
personal fantasies. Society's view of nudity in a game 
between a man and an under-age girl was much different 
than when it occurred between two children. 

The correct course of action was perfectly clear; stop 
the game and walk Jessica home. While my choice was 
obvious, the swelling I felt in my groin belied the 
thoughts that continued to win the day. Knowing full 
well the implications of my actions, I took hold of 
Jessica's upper arm and began to march her deeper into 
the woods.

'Oh my. Looks like I'm in trouble.'

'You don't sound scared.'

With mock terror she wailed, 'Oh God, what are you 
going to do to me?' Then she started giggling 
uncontrollably, but a nervous undertone was clear. 
Nevertheless, she marched on willingly as the trees 
started closing in around us.

Well out of sight of the other park visitors, but still 
in mottled sunlight shining down through the trees, I 
stopped Jessica and stepped around in front of her. 
From this position, I could look at her and see back 
through the trees towards the open park grounds. There 
was no one else in sight.

'Now that you're my hostage, I can make you do whatever 
I want.'

'Like what?' She spoke in a defiant sneer, playing her 
part well.

'Like cleaning my hide-out, cooking my food, washing my 
clothes.' I was testing her, my intentions shameful.

She waited, and when I didn't go on, she asked, 'Is 
that all?' This time there was less defiance and a 
clear yearning for something more.

Instead of answering, I looked her up and down, trying 
to make up my mind. She was the hostage in this 
scenario we had created, but I was the one that was 
terrified. Part of me didn't want to proceed. I knew it 
was wrong. I knew I would rot in hell one day. But I 
seemed powerless to stop. Jessica had become an object 
of desire to me, and my physical and sensual reactions 
over-powered my sensibilities. When I reached up to her 
shoulder, she didn't flinch or look away. Instead she 
seemed almost relieved.

Slowly, purposefully, I took hold of one loose end of 
the bow on Jessica's left shoulder. As I gently tugged 
it, the strap was lifted away from her shoulder, and 
she once again bit down on her lower lip. 

Finally, all play drawn out of the strap, the end in my 
hand began to slip through the bow knot. In slow 
motion, one half of the bow shrank until it 
disappeared. Then with a final tug, it popped through 
the knot, and the two ends of the strap hung loosely 
across each other. Releasing the end in my hand, I 
flicked the loose straps and they fell away from her 
shoulder, one to the front and one to the back. Jessica 
audibly exhaled.

Dropping my hand to my side, I stared at the totally 
bare shoulder. Though the thin strap hardly covered any 
skin at all, the nakedness of the shoulder was so much 
more apparent with it removed. And so much more sexy. 
The left half of Jessica's shirt now drooped so that 
her tender, small breast was nearly exposed. But it 
remained covered, heightening the sexual intensity of 
the moment.

Jessica didn't speak, but the steady heaving of her 
chest belied her excitement. She liked this part of the 
game.

'You know what happens next?'

'I think so.'

I thought about that a moment. 'Do you want to stop and 
head home?'

She shook her head emphatically, the action causing her 
shirt to drop even lower. 'No.'

'If we continue the game, you're powerless to stop me. 
You can't get your hands free.'

'I know.' She said it much too quick, and it was clear 
the thought excited her. Pondering that observation as 
I tried to build up my own courage, I remembered years 
earlier seeing a pornographic movie based on the 
premise that every woman supposedly had a rape fantasy. 
Was it possible that a twelve year old girl had such 
thoughts? Did she really understand that I intended to 
do more than remove her clothes?

'I might decide to take all your clothes off of you.' 

She bit her lip again. 'OK.'

'But I might not. I could go to jail for that.'

Once again she spoke up fast. 'No one will know. I 
swear.' 

We needed that understanding, but who knew if it was 
really that easy. All it would take was an accidental 
slip of the tongue, or confiding in a friend. But in my 
irrational state, it was reassurance enough for me.

'So you really want me to do it? I'll probably touch 
you.' I could tell by her reaction that my meaning was 
clear. Making my intentions known gave me the wonderful 
illusion that she was a willing participant, even 
though our difference in age made that irrelevant.

When she bit her lower lip once more, I knew the answer 
before she spoke. 'It's OK. I know you won't hurt me.'

'That's not what I asked. Do you want me to do it?'

Jessica looked right at me. 'Yes.'

'Then here's how we play the game. You're my hostage, 
and you know I'm a bad man. You do what I say until you 
can find a way to escape. When you think you can get 
away, you try.'

She smiled, liking that we were back to making a game 
of it. 'OK.'

'Now it's time to get out of sight.' Pointing to the 
woods, I ordered, 'March.'

Without hesitation, she headed off in the direction I 
pointed. Quickly we moved from the dappled sunlight to 
complete shade as we passed deeper into the woods. 
Knowing that the designed trails were off to our right, 
I directed her to the left every time we met an 
obstruction or the brush got thick.

As she walked, Jessica looked from time to time back 
over her shoulder, her expression showing expectation. 
Walking behind her, I was admiring her form as I 
continued to actively suppress my worries, not wanting 
rational thought to worm it's way back in. My eyes were 
drawn to her bare left shoulder, a delicious reminder 
that she had fewer reservations than I and had made no 
effort to stop me from untying her strap. 

Her bare legs were strong and well formed, with a nice 
springtime tan. Her butt was round and well 
proportioned. As I watched her walk in her tight cotton 
shorts, I could see the outline of her panties pressing 
against the thin material. Her bound hands in the small 
of her back served as a stark reminder that although 
this was a game, it was a serious game in which this 
twelve year old girl willingly put herself in 
substantial risk. 

More than once when she looked back, Jessica caught me 
checking out her body. She didn't mind, which lulled me 
into distraction. We were coming up on a small creek, 
and the area under the trees was relatively open. 
Jessica had opened the distance between us, and as she 
passed the end of a fallen tree, she made a break to 
the left with a delighted squeal.

My first instinct was to angle to my left and cut her 
off, but the tree made that impossible. As I came 
around the end of the tree, Jessica had already opened 
up a lead of about ten yards, and she was running hard, 
laughing as she went. She was quick, and made good use 
of the trees and rocks, but it was only a matter of 
seconds before I caught her, grabbing her arms from 
behind.

As we came to a stop, she twisted away and tried to go 
back the way we came. But I caught her arm before she 
completed her first step and we wrestled for control, 
she the captive trying to escape, me the abductor. We 
were both having fun, and it was no accident when I 
finally got her pinned against me, her back to my 
front, exactly as we had started when the game began. I 
knew this time she felt my physical reaction as I 
intentionally pressed into her, oblivious of the 
consequences of my actions, and I wondered how well she 
understood what was going on.

She quit squirming and leaned heavily against me as we 
both tried to catch our breath. I looked down over her 
left shoulder, hoping the activity had caused her 
budding left breast to be exposed, but was 
disappointed. Then I quickly looked up and scanned the 
area around us, making sure we were alone, knowing we 
were about to cross a dangerous point in the game.

'I almost made it.'

'Not even close. I'll never let you escape. You're much 
too pretty to lose.'

She liked the compliment and I saw the side of her face 
curl up in a smile. My hands across her stomach were 
taking in the warmth and firmness of her young body.

'But I have to get away. You're a bad man. You're going 
to take my clothes.'

She was playing her part, but it was clear she was 
trying to lead me in a direction. Jessica wanted it 
more than I did, and was more courageous. I was still 
hesitating.

Deciding to tease her, I expressed my doubts. 'Maybe I 
won't.'

Her frown was immediate. Not wanting her to be 
disappointed, I quickly went on before she could speak. 
'Or maybe I will.'

She relaxed again, giving me one more clear signal that 
I would never get another chance like this. Jessica 
truly wanted to be my victim in the silly rape game we 
had started.

There was a large boulder a short ways behind us, and I 
started to back up, bringing her with me. She didn't 
hesitate, eager to see what would happen.

When I got to the rock, I released her and started to 
sit down. 'Don't run again or I'll give you a 
spanking.'

'Oh my, you are a bad man.'

As I settled to the ground, I had to laugh, but as I 
looked up at Jessica, my laugh was cut short. She stood 
there, facing forward, her long legs angling upward to 
the roundness of her butt. She was waiting to see what 
I was going to do, and I made her stand there for a 
moment as I admired her.

Finally I reached up, and taking a hip in each hand, I 
pulled downward. For a second she didn't know what I 
wanted, and I'm sure she thought that I was trying to 
pull down her shorts. But then she caught on and bent 
her knees to lower herself to the ground. When she was 
in a squatting position, I pulled backwards and she 
fell the short distance until her butt hit the ground. 
It was awkward and she laughed, but she quickly hushed 
as she felt me sliding her backwards.

I pulled Jessica in between my legs, facing away. As I 
slid her back, her bound hands were at ground level and 
they made first contact, pressing in to my crotch. I 
truly hadn't considered this possibility, I was simply 
trying to lean her back between my legs, but the 
surprise was pleasant, and certainly not unwelcome. 

I continued to pull her back until she was nestled 
against my chest, her hands now pressed firmly into my 
quickly swelling groin. She kept her hands limp and 
still, but her breathing quickened, making it evident 
she was well aware of the situation.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close and 
dropped my nose into her hair, taking in the wonderful 
fresh scent. It took a minute, but I felt her begin to 
relax against me and I savored the moment. She had 
planted the idea of removing her clothes, and had in 
fact allowed me to untie one of the straps on her shirt 
without any show of concern. 

I had pressed my groin against her as we wrestled, and 
now I had her sitting with her hands forced into my 
crotch. In both cases she had to be aware of how my 
cock stiffened, especially now, yet she didn't 
complain. She rested at ease in my arms, my hands 
pressed firmly against her mid-section. There could be 
little doubt she was going to let me do what I was 
thinking of doing. And there was no longer any doubt 
whether I was going to do it. 

Kissing the top of her head, I looked down along her 
body in wonder. She was a beautiful specimen of youth; 
her breast buds pushing forward, her abdomen hard and 
flat even in a sitting position. Her shorts were 
pressed up into her crotch, leaving her entire legs 
exposed to my gaze, and I looked at them longingly, 
eager to touch them soon. 

As I continued to kiss her head, she sighed, and I felt 
the movement of her hands as they fumbled against the 
pressure I started applying with my groin. If I had any 
remaining doubt, it was a tell-tale sign, and I took 
another quick look around before making my decision.

Satisfied that we were alone and secluded, I brought my 
hand up to the remaining bow on her right shoulder. She 
tensed slightly as I took one of the loose ends between 
my fingers, but made no effort to stop me as I quickly 
pulled the strap and felt the knot come apart. 
Releasing the strap, I used my hand to clear the ends 
off her shoulder. As the front strap fell forward, I 
watched with delight. But as before, I was denied full 
exposure, the shirt clinging to her young chest, 
continuing to tease.

'OK?' It was a conspiratorial whisper.

'Un-hunh.' She whispered back, her head nodding up and 
down slowly. She was anticipating the next step as much 
as I was.

Taking another tack to prolong the excitement, I 
reached down to her bare mid-driff and ran my fingers 
across the warm exposed skin. Jessica sighed 
contentedly, her hands squirming in my crotch. Taking 
hold of her shirt on either side, I slowly lifted the 
lower hem, first exposing her belly button, and then 
patiently working to reveal her upper abdomen. 

Taking care not to expose her too quickly, I had her 
shirt bunched across her lower chest, just below her 
teeny breasts. When I laid a hand flat against her now 
bare stomach, feeling the warmth and firmness of her 
body, she drew in a sharp breath in an involuntary 
reflex.

Her own hands were now moving steadily against my 
crotch, even though it was apparent she didn't know 
exactly what to do. My cock was rigid, and her hands 
were probing against the hardness, trying to figure 
things out, the contact delightful to my aching 
manhood. The thought of a twelve year old girl trying 
to fondle my cock was overwhelming.

Continuing the suspense, and testing Jessica's resolve, 
I dropped my hands to the top of her shorts, hooking a 
finger inside the elastic of her shorts and panties on 
either side. She offered no complaint, but I sensed her 
body tense again, and her hands froze in anticipation. 
Slowly I started working her shorts downward, taking my 
time, watching over her shoulder as each precious 
millimeter of skin was exposed. 

She lifted up slightly, allowing the material to slide 
over her butt, erasing any doubts I may have had about 
her willingness. Just before I exposed her young pussy, 
I stopped. Her shorts were now very low on her hips, 
the bones exposed by several inches on either side, and 
I concluded she had no pubic hair or else it would be 
showing. 

Slowly and gently, I trailed my fingers from her chest 
to her hips, feeling the deliciousness of this young 
nymph as she relaxed and once again melted against my 
body. When I caressed from hip bone to hip bone, across 
the top of her shorts, I was rewarded with a sharp 
intake of breath, causing me to repeat the process. 

Jessica looked incredible, her narrow, girlish hips 
exposed, her hard abdomen drawn up in a knot of 
pleasurable tension, her legs extended straight out. 
Her hip bones held the top of her shorts away from her 
body when she took in a deep breath. If she were 
standing, I would be able to look straight down inside 
her pants.

Laying my left hand flat against her belly, at the top 
of her shorts, my right began a slow slide upward. This 
time, instead of stopping when it encountered her 
shirt, my hand slid under, touching her tiny breast for 
the first time. Jessica sighed and tilted her head to 
one side, her lips curled up in a smile, her eyes 
closed. Her breast was tiny, barely more than a bump, 
but I could feel where the flesh around it was starting 
to swell, and with a quick exploration it was easy to 
detect the outline of where her full-grown breast would 
be. 

I moved from left to right, feeling both her buds, more 
turned on than I thought could be possible from 
touching almost non-existent breasts. I couldn't 
remember anything more sensual, more intoxicating, and 
I took my time, enjoying the feeling and memorizing 
every detail of Jessica's tender budding breasts. I 
wanted to remember this forever.

Her hands had become active again, groping carelessly, 
but more boldly, at my crotch. The lack of skill didn't 
matter; the simple fact that she was touching me was an 
incredible turn-on, and knowing it was her first time 
enhanced the feeling. She lolled her head from side-to-
side as I caressed her breast buds, clearly enjoying 
being fondled. 

Her hips started moving ever so slightly against my 
hand. When I slipped two fingers of my left hand into 
the top of her shorts and lightly touched the top of 
her pussy slit, she froze again. I held my hand there 
for a minute to tease her, then slid it down further, 
cupping her young pussy and confirming the lack of 
hair. She sighed contentedly, but it was I who was in 
heaven, one hand on the breasts, the other on the 
pussy, of this beautiful young girl.

I held her in this manner for a minute, enjoying the 
warmth of her body, excited beyond description, then 
pulled my hands away, urging her to her feet.

'Get up, hostage.'

She seemed confused, but struggled to her feet at my 
urging, and I knew she was wondering if for some 
unknown reason we were done. Her ass was half-exposed 
as she arose, and when she turned to face me, with her 
shorts and panties pulled down as low as they could 
possibly go without completely exposing her, and her 
top barely clinging to her tender breast buds, I knew 
we weren't finished.

'Are you ready to go home?.'

'No.' She seemed startled by the question and her 
answer was quick and emphatic.

'You like playing hostage?' With her clothes in 
disarray, her hands bound, and her willingness so 
obvious, I was having difficulty controlling my 
desires. But I knew the memories would be better if the 
game was played out with patience.

'Yes.' She bit her lower lip again, striking an image 
in her near nudity that pierced straight to my heart. 
Was it possible to fall in love with a twelve year old 
girl?

I paused for effect. 'Are you willing to do whatever I 
say?'

'Yes.' She saw that the game was to continue and didn't 
hesitate in her answer. The sparkle was back in her 
eyes. 

I rose to my knees. 'Come here, then.'

She stepped up to me, not a foot away. The hem of her 
shirt had fallen back around her waist, but the garment 
had miraculously stayed in place over her breasts, 
pinned by her arms as they stretched behind her. I 
still had not seen the sweet tiny breasts that turned 
me on so much, and it was time to change that. 

Taking hold of the two dangling straps, I pulled 
downward as I looked into Jessica's eyes. She held my 
gaze without blinking as I saw her breasts exposed in 
my peripheral vision, and then we both felt the shirt 
fall as it pulled free of her arms. If she had any 
reservations about me stripping her to the waist, it 
didn't show in her face. 

Breaking eye contact, my gaze dropped to her breasts, 
which were at nearly perfect eye level. Her buds were 
teeny, barely more than aureoles raised an inch or so 
above her chest. The nipples remained flat, showing 
some signs of excitement but not yet mature enough to 
respond to stimuli like every other girl I had ever 
been with. 

However, my eyes confirmed what my hands had detected; 
a slight swelling in her chest suggesting full fledged 
breasts were but a short time away. But that time could 
wait, because before me now was beauty like I had never 
imagined, and I knew what I had to do.

With a hand on either side, I urged her forward the 
remaining inches, and covered her left bud with my 
lips. It was barely more than a bump in my mouth, but 
it was divine and her moan spurred me on as I worked my 
tongue across the tender young flesh. Moving to her 
right breast, I devoured it with my mouth and earned 
another moan from her lips. Once again I marveled at 
how erotic I found her tiny breasts to be. 

Mesmerized, I spent a great deal of time on her 
breasts, not wanting to let them out of my mouth. The 
tiniest, most immature breasts I had ever encountered 
turned me on more than all others I had ever touched. 
Jessica rocked slowly back and forth, cooing in 
contentment, as I made love to her tender young buds 
with my lips and tongue. When I finally paused, I found 
that she was watching me intently. 

As I stared back into her beautiful brown eyes, I 
suddenly realized how long her hands had been bound. 

'Want me to untie you?'

She looked at me like I was silly. When she spoke, her 
voice was soft. 'Not yet.'

'It doesn't hurt?'

'Not really. I kinda like it.' I wondered if she was 
telling the truth or simply afraid it would mean the 
game had ended if I untied her. She quickly dispelled 
my concern.

'I don't know how to say it. It's fun to be with you 
like this...like....you know, helpless.'

She looked at ease, and I finally decided she really 
did like it. No doubt later I would dwell on how this 
pretty little twelve year old submissive with rape 
fantasies came to be, but for the moment I simply took 
advantage of the situation.

Pulling her shirt over her hips and past her shorts, I 
let it drop to her feet and she stepped out of it 
without my asking. One by one, I unbuckled the straps 
on her sandals and removed them from her feet. Then I 
hooked my fingers in her shorts and looked up into her 
face. She was watching me, with no apparent 
reservations whatsoever, her upper teeth clamped 
tightly on her lower lip. I slipped her shorts and 
panties off her hips and let them slide down her legs, 
then watched as she stepped out of them without a 
second thought. She was totally naked. My eyes eased 
their way back up her legs to her narrow hips and 
hairless pussy and stopped there as my breath caught in 
my throat.

I stood and eased back several feet to lean on the 
boulder. Jessica started to come towards me, but I 
quickly raised my hand. 

'Stop. I want to look at you.' 

She took a step back and stood still. What a sight she 
was. Her hair was now more of a mess, but it took 
nothing away from her absolute beauty. Her broad 
shoulders were stretched wide with her arms pinned 
behind her back, making her chest press outward 
invitingly. 

Her pretty little pink buds rose up from her chest, 
still glistening from the wetness of my tongue. Her 
abdomen was absolutely flat, with a tight belly-button 
and a light tan line where her bikini stopped. Her hips 
were narrow and girlish, and with her standing cocked 
to one side, it was an inviting sight. Her pussy was 
beautifully formed and bare as the day she was born, 
the skin alabaster. She had well formed legs that were 
long and lean, with strong thighs. 

It was an incredible image, with her bare feet on the 
dirt making her total nakedness even more apparent. I 
had noticed that girl's her age were often very thin, 
hardly more than skin stretched over bones. Or perhaps 
more commonly, they were plump. Not Jessica. She had a 
nearly perfectly proportioned, if slightly scaled down, 
shape of a woman. I stood there and stared for a long 
time, burning this image into my memory.

When I finally looked up at Jessica's eyes, I found she 
was staring as well. My thin nylon running shorts did 
little to conceal my erection, and her eyes were 
riveted on it. When I whipped off my shirt she broke 
her stare and looked up, and I motioned her towards me. 
Pressing her firmly against me, I delighted in the feel 
of her tender breasts against my bare chest as I kissed 
her forehead. 

She hesitated when her naked crotch encountered my 
groin, but then pressed in as my hand covered her bare 
ass, causing my hard-on to push firmly into her. As my 
hands came up and began to loosen her bonds, I lowered 
my head and kissed her on the lips for the first time.

Jessica returned my kiss eagerly but sloppily, clearly 
new to kissing out of passion. I kissed her lips 
several times as I unwound the beads from her wrists, 
then as her hands came free, I saw her grimace from the 
stiffness of her joints. Holding her close, I rubbed 
her shoulders, and then worked my way down her arms to 
her wrists as she stretched her arms to get feeling 
back into them. Slowly she relaxed, and her arms 
wrapped around me, tentatively at first, and then with 
more confidence, her hands warm on my bare back.

She felt incredibly good against me, my hands stroking 
up and down the back of her naked body. My heart was 
pounding in my chest, and I knew it was from both my 
excitement, and fear at what I was doing. As I held her 
close, I looked all around, scanning for any sign of 
danger. Even though we were fairly secluded, we were 
far from being totally out of sight, but I could see 
nothing to suggest we were not alone. 

Looking Jessica in the eye, I began to kiss her again, 
then gently offered her some instruction on how I liked 
to be kissed. After much trial and error, which in 
itself was fun, she got to be pretty good, if not 
great, at open mouth kissing. Her tongue in my mouth 
was overly eager, and I had to laugh at her enthusiasm. 

Finally, and with great reluctance, I pushed her back 
from me, knowing the day was getting late, and looked 
her up and down. God she was beautiful with her angelic 
face, budding chest and bare pubes. She had no shame, 
letting me look her over with no hint of shyness.

'Even though I've freed you, are you still ready to do 
whatever I say?' My voice was low, the fear of being 
discovered with a naked twelve year old girl, too weak 
to be an adequate deterrent to my actions, nevertheless 
prevalent in my mind. I knew the answer to my question 
by now, but was still enjoying the game.

'Yes.' She sounded a little nervous as she tried to 
anticipate my thoughts.

'I want you to finish undressing me.' Even though my 
tented running shorts did little to conceal my 
intentions, I knew this was a big step. Being caught 
totally naked with a raging hard-on would make any 
future effort at denying that my behavior was 
inappropriate quite impossible.

Immediately she was biting her lower lip, not knowing 
just how sensual a gesture it was, nor how much I loved 
it. It was her natural reaction to nervous 
anticipation, and it was sexy as hell. Without a hint 
of hesitation, her hands reached for my shorts, but her 
face belied her anxiety. I smiled at her warmly as her 
fingers hooked into the elastic of my shorts, 
encouraging her on. 

She was still looking me in the eye when she started 
moving my shorts down, but then her gaze dropped to 
watch what she was doing. In a pure reflex response, I 
searched the woods around us for any evidence of a spy, 
nervous myself, but knowing as I did so that I could 
not stop now. I had to do this. 

Jessica let out an audible gasp when my hard cock 
sprang free, which I found remarkably satisfying. I'm 
above average in size, and my cock is thick and heavily 
veined when erect. To Jessica, I realized it must have 
seemed huge. She knelt down to remove my shorts and 
underwear, and as I stepped out of them her eyes never 
left my cock, mere inches away. As she stood back up, 
she stared in open amazement for a minute, and then 
glanced back up to my eyes. 

'Go ahead,' I urged her.

She knew what I meant, but for the first time seemed 
reserved. My tone quickly softened.

'It's OK, if you want to. But it's OK if you don't. We 
can stop right now. I don't want you to do anything you 
don't want to do.'

Even though my cock was throbbing, my chest thumping 
from the excitement of being exposed and hard in front 
of this naked twelve year old beauty, I meant every 
word. I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt for letting 
things progress this far. Before I could dwell on it, a 
look of determination came over Jessica. She wasn't 
going to let this chance get away. 

'It's so big.' That was all she said as her hand came 
out. I smiled and started to answer, but when her 
fingers tentatively touched my cock, I lost my voice. 
She slid her finger tips up and down the length, 
tracing the veins, then finally she wrapped her hand 
around it and squeezed. My knees nearly buckled. She 
looked up at me with a glimmer in her eye, the 
nervousness slipping away. 

'It pulses. And it's hot!' 

Her excitement made her loud, and even though the 
danger registered in my mind, I couldn't react to it. 
Instead I remained quiet, not trusting my voice, my 
last breath caught in my throat. All I could do was 
smile in response. 

Jessica continued to explore, getting her other hand 
involved. I took a half-step back and leaned against 
the rock, reveling in the feeling of inexperienced but 
eager twelve year old hands exploring my manhood. I 
could have easily had an orgasm right then and there, I 
was that excited, and it took deep concentration to 
keep it from happening.

She played with my hard cock for a few minutes, and 
then started asking questions. In low voices we talked 
as I explained to her what to do and what feels good to 
a guy. An eager pupil, in short order Jessica was 
cupping my balls with one hand as she jerked me off 
with the other, her skill and the quality of her touch 
growing by the minute. It was a heady experience having 
a beautiful, naked young girl use my hard cock to learn 
about men for the very first time. I was in heaven and 
could have let this go on forever, but it was time to 
take the next step.

'Kneel down Jessica, right there at my feet.'

She did as I instructed like the good submissive girl 
she clearly was, then looked up to me, her hands never 
leaving my throbbing cock. Leaning on the rock for 
support, I bent my knees slightly to get my cock even 
with her face. 

'Kiss it Jessica.'

She looked at me puzzled for only a moment, then looked 
at my cock, her bottom lip pinched under her upper 
teeth. Then she simply leaned forward and kissed the 
head.

'That's it. Now do it all over.'

Doing as instructed, she started kissing my cock all 
over. She kissed the head, the sides, the top, and 
lifting it at my urging, she kissed the ever sensitive 
underside. Her eagerness increased as she sensed my 
pleasure, and I knew she was ready. 

'Good. Oh so good. Now I want you to take it in your 
mouth.'

I watched as she opened wide without blinking and 
pushed my cock between her lips. My big cock head 
barely fit in her small mouth, and the sight of her 
eagerly working it in was overwhelming. When her lips 
closed around me, and I felt her tongue glide across my 
sensitive glans for the first time, I thought I had 
died and gone to heaven. With my cock firmly in her 
mouth, Jessica looked up at me with those innocent 
brown eyes, seeking approval. 

'Oh my God, Jessica. That's incredible. Oh my God.'

It came from the heart, and was all she needed, her 
eyes shining with joy. It was an intensely erotic 
image, and I hoped never to forget it. 

The eagerness and innocence of this pretty young girl 
combined with the knowledge that she was sucking a 
cock, my cock, for the first time in her life quite 
nearly overwhelmed me, and once again I felt my orgasm 
rise up much, much quicker than I was accustomed. 
However, to be frank, things didn't go real well at 
first, which thankfully brought me back to Earth. 
Still, it took nothing away from the absolute beauty of 
the moment. 

With some careful coaching from me, and some simple 
experimentation by Jessica, she quickly learned to keep 
her teeth out of the way and to take as much of my cock 
as she could handle without gagging herself. She could 
only accept about a third of my cock in her mouth, but 
it was an incredible experience to have this lovely 
little nymph, so young and so sweet, and so very naked, 
kneeling before me and enthusiastically learning to 
suck my cock. She had one hand wrapped around the base 
of my manhood, and the other cupping my balls, and as 
she sucked on my cock head she kept looking up at me 
with those gorgeous brown eyes, stealing my heart every 
time our eyes met. 

Resisting the urge to grab her head and guide my cock 
in and out of her mouth, I let Jessica go at her own 
pace. Yet despite her inexperience, and my choice of a 
passive role, it wasn't long before she once again had 
me close to coming. Unable to control myself this time, 
it was only a matter of moments before I was going to 
release in Jessica's mouth, and I decided to stop her, 
not knowing how she would handle the surprise, and 
definitely knowing there were other things I wanted to 
do. When I pushed her back and slipped my glistening 
cock head from between her lips, she actually moaned in 
frustration. 

Dropping to my knees, I kissed her frustration away as 
she continued holding my cock in her hands. My own 
musky scent on this young girl's breath was like an 
aphrodisiac, and I pulled her hands from my cock lest I 
have an accident. Then without a word, I used our 
clothes to make a mat on the leaf and moss covered 
ground. When I pressed on Jessica's shoulders, she took 
the hint and lay back on the improvised bedding, her 
lower lip firmly clamped down by her teeth, an anxious 
but eager look on her face.

The sight of her lying there, waiting nervously, was as 
sensual an image as I had ever seen, freezing me in my 
place. Her blonde braids were spread out on either side 
of her head, loose strands extending in all directions 
and framing her angelic face. The skin of her face was 
flawless, stretched with anxiety. She wasn't afraid, 
just waiting to see what happened next. Her broad 
shoulders visibly relaxed as she lay before me and I 
casually stroked my own member, an action which drew 
her undivided attention. 

Her beautiful breast buds rose and fell with every 
breath, and her stomach was flat and trim. The narrow 
hips led down to firm thighs and long legs. The right 
knee was bent so that her leg was slightly cocked to 
her right. The immodest position of her legs allowed me 
to see all of her beautiful young pussy, and I wondered 
if it was chance. Though young, she instinctively knew 
she had something to offer, and that she was special.

Finally I moved beside her, and then straddled her, one 
knee on either side of her hips, my hard cock rubbing 
against her belly. Now nerves had obviously set in as 
she tensed, and I tried to ease her mind.

'It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you.' My comment was 
accented with a gentle kiss.

Jessica gave me a weak smile, her face inches from my 
own. Her voice was soft when she spoke, almost a 
whisper. 'I know. You're just so....so big.'

I realized what she was thinking. 'Don't worry.' I gave 
her my best smile in reply. 'What I plan to do to you 
won't hurt a bit. You're going to love it.'

She smiled back, but I could tell she had no idea what 
I was suggesting. It occurred to me that I had not 
looked around for quite a while, and was now nude, hard 
and straddling a prone under-age girl who was also 
quite naked. I fought down the urge to scan the area, 
afraid that doing so would only serve to increase 
Jessica's anxiety. 

Without further explanation, I kissed Jessica softly, 
and was pleased when her tongue pressed eagerly into my 
mouth. This girl with the angel face and perfect teeth 
was absolutely delicious, and we kissed for a long 
time, me kneeling over her tender young body in the 
woods, our heavy breathing mixing with the sounds of 
the birds and the small creek.

Finally I left her lips and let my mouth begin its 
journey south. With great care, I kissed and nipped at 
her ears and her neck, careful not to leave marks. My 
tongue explored her shoulders and upper arms, savoring 
every square millimeter as I slowly returned to the 
beautiful breast buds that turned me on so much. As I 
gently nipped at her breasts, she lifted up to meet my 
lips, letting out a gentle sigh with every contact. 

She really liked it when I sucked her small breast into 
my mouth and pulled, stretching her little bud away 
from her body. Over and over I repeated this process on 
both breasts, and each time she would lift with the 
pressure, and then fall back with a thud and a groan 
when her breast finally slipped from my wet lips.

 I thought about using my teeth and decided against it, 
knowing full well she was a candidate to love such 
attention later in life. One day it might even be me 
biting this submissive girl's nipples, but for now, 
tenderness was the order of the day.

I lingered over her teeny breasts for a long time, and 
could easily have continued, but I was suddenly feeling 
the pressure of time. How long until someone looked for 
her? How long could we stay naked in the woods without 
being detected? The stark reality of what I was doing 
hit me again, and I knew with my head lowered to her 
breasts, my ears focused on her responses, my bare ass 
high in the air, someone could be walking up and I'd 
never know it. 

It was a short-lived concern as I licked my way across 
her abdomen, losing myself once again in what was truly 
a magical experience. Jessica had figured out by now 
what I planned to do and was squirming beneath me, her 
breath coming in short gasps. How could I ever be 
expected to resist this? At each inhale, her rib cage 
was outlined and I carefully traced each nook and 
cranny with my tongue. Then I pushed my tongue into her 
belly button, causing her to giggle and draw up in a 
ticklish response. It was cute, but I wanted her to 
relax, so I quickly moved on. 

Exploring her pointed hip bones with my mouth, I 
devoured her mid-section, and then bypassed her pussy 
to nuzzle and lick on her thighs. My cock was now 
nestled between her ankles, and she held her feet 
together to feel it. When I slid farther down to free 
her leg and lift it in my hands so I could kiss her 
ankles and toes, she offered no resistance even though 
it left her naked pussy spread and exposed. As I licked 
her dainty feet, I drank in the view, finding it 
intoxicating. 

Even though I was aware of child pornography, I didn't 
care for it and I had truly never thought of an under-
age girl as a sexual object. But this pretty girl, 
lying naked and unashamed before me, her lower lip 
pinched in her teeth and her young pussy spread and 
exposed, eagerly awaiting the next experience, 
possessed a sensuality I had never witnessed before. 
She turned me on more than anything else I had ever 
known.

When I finished with her leg, I let it back down with 
her foot wide and her knee bent, the knee pointing 
straight up. Then I repeated my oral worship on her 
other leg, finally leaving it in the same position, her 
thighs well spread, a heavenly feast before me. 

I noticed Jessica's hands were gripping our make-shift 
mat as she watched me kiss from her knee down the 
inside of her left thigh. I moved slowly, wondering if 
she was even breathing, she was so still. When my face 
reached the top of her leg, I skipped over to the top 
of her pussy, just above her slit. She let out a long 
breath with a sigh as my lips touched her most private 
area, confirming she was literally holding her breath.

I had once been with a girl who shaved her pussy, but 
this was different. Where my previous girlfriend 
inevitably had some stubble, even immediately following 
a shave, Jessica was totally smooth. In reality, 
Jessica had some very fine blonde hairs gathered on top 
of her mons, but they were nearly invisible, and 
offered little resistance to my tongue. It was an 
incredible experience, orally exploring an area that 
would one day be covered with hair, but for the moment 
was baby smooth. I was vaguely aware that Jessica's 
naturally bare pubes served as a stark indicator of the 
immorality of my actions, but my desire easily 
suppressed any guilt I may have felt.

Responding to that desire, my mouth explored Jessica 
with relish. My tongue made repeated trails over her 
mons, dipping down into the crevices where her pussy 
and thighs came together. Occasionally I trailed my 
tongue across her slit, but mostly I teased, reveling 
in the joy of being the first to show this young girl 
pleasure. My efforts were rewarded by near constant 
movement as Jessica squirmed beneath me, joyful sighs 
escaping from her lips. Again I idly wondered of the 
possibility of falling in love with a twelve year old 
girl.

Unable to wait any longer, and certain Jessica felt the 
same way, I covered her pussy with my mouth. She jerked 
upward in response, then settled back to the ground as 
I smothered her entire sex with my wide open mouth. 
When my tongue began to probe, she squirmed in delight, 
and I was pleased to note some dampness between her 
lips. I really had no idea if a girl this age responded 
to arousal the same way a mature girl would, but it 
seemed that was the case.

Jessica's pussy was unlike any I had ever known. A 
lover of oral sex, I was used to burying my tongue 
between the folds of a girl's pussy, seeking out her 
clit as her labia swelled and extended. But Jessica's 
pussy was tight and compact, still sealed off by her 
hymen, her clitoris distinguishable only as a small 
bump. 

The dampness was back between her legs, and I lapped at 
it with abandon, enjoying the sweet taste of her virgin 
pussy. It was unique and exciting, and I couldn't get 
enough of it. As Jessica moaned and moved under me, I 
had little doubt she was developing a love for the 
pleasures of oral sex as well.

My hands slipped around either side of her and gripped 
her narrow hip bones, easily lifting her small body to 
meet my lips. As I raised her higher, her legs 
floundered around as she searched for a surface, and 
with my assistance her feet finally settled on my upper 
arms, leaving her knees high and wide and her pussy 
more exposed than ever. 

I fell back on my haunches as I drew her to me, lifting 
her girlish hips to my tongue until I was looking 
straight down her body past her tender breasts and into 
her face, her chin pressed in to her chest due to the 
awkward angle. Her eyes were closed, but they fluttered 
open briefly and met mine. She smiled before her eyes 
slid closed again with a murmur, offering no complaint 
about the position I held her in as I devoured her 
little pussy.

If someone walked up, it would be a hell of a sight. 
Here I was a grown man, naked with a raging hard-on, 
holding an equally nude under-age girl nearly upside-
down as I sucked on her pussy. At the moment I didn't 
care, and as the thought crossed my mind, I didn't even 
attempt to look around, scared that doing so might take 
away from the moment.

With Jessica so exposed to my tongue, I started making 
trails from the top of her pussy all the way back, 
getting closer and closer to her ass, wanting to taste 
every inch of her. When she only moaned in pleasure, I 
ventured further on each stroke until my tongue touched 
her anus. 

She jumped like I had shocked her, but her eyes 
remained closed and she settled right back into a 
contented moan. On each subsequent pass, I raked my 
tongue across her asshole, and was rewarded by her 
clear anticipation. I gradually settled into openly 
licking her anus, trying hard to probe her with my 
tongue. She had a very sensitive ass, and twisted 
wildly in my arms as I licked her asshole, my nose 
buried in her pussy.

I knew then and there that every time I saw Jessica in 
the future, in the park, riding her bike, or at the 
store with her parents, I would remember that I had 
once buried my tongue in her tender pink asshole.

I was enthralled with this feast of virgin pussy and 
ass, but it became apparent that the awkward position 
was becoming uncomfortable even to her young and pliant 
body. So without moving my mouth from her pussy, I 
slowly eased her back down onto the ground so that I 
was between her legs once again. Her hands immediately 
came up to my head, pressing me into her pussy, an 
involuntary response that would serve her well in 
future years.

I really wasn't sure if an immature girl could orgasm, 
so I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a familiar 
rhythm and urgency in her actions. It built slowly as I 
literally sucked her entire pussy into my mouth, my 
tongue rubbing into her opening. She was so smooth and 
fresh, I wanted to eat her forever as I listened to her 
heavy breathing and low moans. But I knew it had to 
end, and as she built towards what I hoped to be an 
eminent orgasm, I prayed that it would happen so I 
could show her as much pleasure as she was bringing me.

Her breath now coming in short gasps, her hands 
pressing my head into her crotch, I watched up the 
length of her body in amazement as Jessica started to 
curl forward, the muscles of her abdomen drawn visibly 
tight, her tiny breasts pushing forward. Her head was 
fully off the ground and hers eyes were pressed tightly 
closed as she ground her hips against the suction of my 
mouth and the probing of my tongue. Suddenly she went 
rigid and I had my answer. She could come, and it was a 
visibly intense experience as she jerked into my face, 
her body heaving as she made little chirping noises 
with her mouth. 

The cops could come and take me away right now and it 
wouldn't matter. This young girl's powerful first 
orgasm was the most incredible and beautiful experience 
of my life, worth any risk, worth any consequence.

Jessica reached a crescendo after what must have been a 
couple of minutes of raw orgasmic power, then suddenly 
fell back onto the ground with the loud guttural groan 
of a much older woman, her arms splayed carelessly to 
either side. She was gulping in air now, and seemed to 
be trying to slip away from my tongue, which continued 
to lick at her pussy. 

Respecting her sensitivity, I started gently kissing 
all around her pussy as she untangled her legs from my 
arms and stretched out her contorted body. As I kissed 
her smooth mons, I watched her breast buds heave up and 
down as she slowly rolled her head from side to side.

I had been with multi-orgasmic women on many occasions, 
but I had never seen anyone simply ride the wave of 
intensity that was the moment of orgasm for as long as 
Jessica had just done. It made me think back to my own 
youth, when I first learned to jerk off, and found I 
could fire round after round of sperm into the air, a 
feat I could no longer match.

As she finally settled down, I gently kissed her pussy 
one more time, then with great reluctance lifted myself 
up over her body, straddling her once again as I gazed 
into her face. Her hair was a total mess now, but it 
took nothing away from her beauty. Her eyes opened and 
she smiled. 'Ohhhh.'

'Oh is right. Told you I wouldn't hurt you.' I smiled 
and she smiled back, but for her it was a smile of 
pleasant exhaustion.

Moving to her side, I nudged her gently. 'Let's trade 
places.' 

Jessica moved slowly at first, rising to her knees as I 
slid under her, settling on my back on the mat of 
clothes. Taking her hips in my hands, I guided her over 
me, settling her pussy on my hard cock, which lay flat 
against my belly. Wrapping my arms around her small 
frame, I pulled her to me, enjoying the feel of her 
body settling against my chest. I sought out her lips 
and we kissed as I held her tightly against me, once 
again more aware of her small breasts than I expected 
to be, and delighted with the sensation.

After a minute, I lifted Jessica to look into her eyes. 
Her face was blissful with no sign of reservations 
following her 'big event'. Placing my hands on her 
hips, I began to gently slide her back and forth 
against my cock. She picked up on the idea and took 
over, planting her hands on my shoulders as she started 
to work herself along my length. Her pussy was wet from 
my mouth, and slipped easily across my cock, the 
feeling indescribable.

It was my turn to moan in pleasure, and she giggled. 
'You like that.'

It was a statement, not a question, and I smiled my 
acknowledgement, which spurred her on. She was rubbing 
herself forcefully against my swollen manhood as my 
hands slid up and down her body, alternating from her 
back to her small breasts. But then she surprised me by 
sliding forward, reaching behind to grab my cock and 
guiding the swollen head to her opening. 

My eyes popped wide open. For a second I hesitated, 
almost succumbing to the moment. It would be so easy to 
hold her slender hips and push my way into her. She had 
signaled her willingness, and the desire to do so was 
overwhelming. However, I regained my senses and grabbed 
her hips to instead stop her actions.

She looked puzzled. 'I know what we're supposed to do.'

My heart pounded as I realized I may now hurt her 
feelings. As tenderly as I could, I replied, 'I know 
you do. But let's save that for later. There's so much 
fun we can have together, there's no need to hurry.' 

As odd as it may seem that I would suddenly be facing a 
moral crisis, after my actions all afternoon, I did not 
want to be responsible for taking her cherry at twelve 
years old. 

'But I don't want to disappoint you.' She seemed 
genuinely concerned, and I had to wonder about the 
source of her knowledge. What made her think 
expectations would be so high?

'You're not capable of doing that.' I placed my hands 
on her hips, guiding her back in position to grind 
against me again. 'This is what I want. This is fun.'

She hesitated only a moment, and then smiled and went 
back to rubbing her pussy against my hard cock. My 
hands stayed on her hips, and with her back arched, her 
breast buds were presented in such a way that I had to 
lift my head and kiss them briefly before settling back 
down to the ground. My eyes settled on her chest, 
drinking in the small objects of desire as she worked 
herself against me in a steady rhythm. 

The sight of her tender little breasts, combined with 
the friction of her eager young pussy against my 
swollen cock, was working its magic and I knew I was 
getting close. Jessica noted the change in my breathing 
and fixed her eyes on me, aware that something was 
happening. I lifted my eyes to hers and smiled, then 
tossed my head back in a moan as I reached orgasm. 

The tension in my cock was intense, and suddenly I 
exploded, firing the first shot of come up across my 
chest. The spasms that followed covered my belly in 
come as I groaned and panted in pleasure, my head back 
and my eyes tightly closed. Coming with this beautiful 
little girl straddled naked over my cock was an intense 
experience, and it was several minutes before I felt my 
body began to release the built up tension.

When my eyes opened, Jessica was sitting on my cock and 
looking down at the mess I had made in amazement. Still 
breathless, I started to explain, but she cut me off.

'I know what it is, but... uh.... wow!'

Wow was correct. I lifted my head and looked at her 
little pussy spread over my softening cock, and the 
mess that resulted, and sighed deeply with pleasure at 
the sight. I lay back and closed my eyes, feeling my 
body sink into the matting as relaxation finally came. 
When I felt her finger dip into the come on my belly, I 
opened my eyes again.

'It's slippery.' She was giggling, and I had to laugh 
with her.

We held our positions for a few more minutes, this 
pretty young girl sitting casually across my naked 
body, but then my sensibilities began to return and I 
knew we needed to get up.

'We need to think about getting dressed.'

'I know.' She sighed and looked right at me. 'Will we 
do this again?'

I knew the correct answer was no. If nothing bad came 
from this occasion, then the obvious thing to do was to 
cherish the experience, but not take any further 
chances.

'I'm sure we will.'

'Mean it?'

I knew I would never let her down. And I knew I wanted 
more. 'Yeah, I mean it.'

Jessica got up and stood over me, creating a sight that 
got my groin stirring again. I was looking straight up 
her body, her legs spread wide, and it was a heavenly 
view. She stepped aside and let me up. 

It was actually fun to watch her dress, her tender body 
being covered once again piece by piece. When she was 
done, I felt a sense of profound disappointment. 

For myself, I had no choice but to use my underwear to 
clean up my mess. Jessica laughed at me as I put on my 
running shorts with no underwear, my cock flopping 
under the nylon. The shorts had a hip pocket, and I 
stuffed my underwear in. The small pocket over-flowed, 
and I was glad my shirt tail was long enough to cover 
it. 

As we walked out hand-in-hand, she asked a lot of 
questions. Setting the stage for any follow-up 
encounter, I made a point to tell her most girls liked 
the taste of come and wanted it to be part of blow-
jobs. This seemed to fascinate her. As we neared the 
edge of the woods, I turned to more serious topics.

'Jessica, you know you can't tell anyone. Even though 
we both wanted to do it, and it was fun, I could go to 
jail for what we just did. And your parents would 
probably kill me.'

She took on an evil smile. 'If I agree not to tell, 
will you come play in the woods again some time?'

'Jessica...'

'I know. It's our secret.'

I smiled and we started walking again.

'But we can play again?'

'Yes.'

Back where the trees were thinning out, I stopped and 
took her in my arms. Bending my head down, we kissed 
tenderly as we rubbed our bodies together. It was so 
easy to re-ignite the passion, and out of necessity I 
pulled away.

'Let me walk out into the clearing first, to see if 
anyone is around. We shouldn't be seen coming out 
together after being gone so long.'

Seeing no one nearby, just a few kids and a couple of 
adults in the play area by the parking lot, I returned 
and motioned to Jessica. I was acutely aware of my 
unfettered cock bouncing around inside my loose shorts, 
and as we headed across the park, I fully expected her 
angry parents, or a platoon of police officers, to come 
running up. But no one seemed to notice us.

At the edge of the neighborhood we paused.

'See you.'

She looked at me wistfully as I admired her beauty, her 
young body pressing against her tight clothes. Knowing 
now what was under there, I was filled with desire.

In a soft voice, I said, 'You're very special to me. 
Now go before we attract attention.'

She started to speak, then turned and walked towards 
her house, her long brown legs glistening in the 
sunlight.

To be continued...

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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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