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Rebecca and Joseph Sleep Over - 2
by Rufus Fugit (rufusfugit@yahoo.com)
***
Ten-year-old Joseph and eight-year-old Rebecca have an
interesting breakfast after sleeping over at a family
friend's. (Mbg, extreme-ped, reluc, inc, mast, oral)
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Author's Note: This is an erotic story involving adults
and children. If you don't want to read such a thing,
don't. If it's illegal for you to read it whoever and
wherever you are, I don't really care. Don't read it,
or don't get caught. Either way, that's your problem.
This is my story. It may be freely distributed and
reposted to free sites, or the free areas of pay sites,
so long as authorship is properly credited and these
introductory paragraphs are included. If you can find
someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you
steal it for that purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck
you.
This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or
adults or anything were involved in its production.
What part of "made up" don't you understand?
Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit
at yahoo dot com. Stupid feedback and flames to
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The Next Morning
I woke the next morning with the sun in my eyes and a
light breeze blowing across me. I had picked our
campout site to be hidden from the road uphill, and a
good thing: I was naked on my back with two naked
children, ten-year-old Joseph and his eight-year-old
sister Rebecca, cuddled against me with their hands
cupping my penis and testicles. My cock, my stomach,
their hands, faces and hair were all adorned with
clumps and crusty trails of dried semen. My left hip
and thigh were sticky where Rebecca had been humping
her bald little pussy against me during the night. Our
pajamas were scattered all around us on the blankets.
Even in the fresh morning air the smell of cum and
sweaty sex filled my nostrils.
I stretched a little and Joseph opened his eyes. He was
a much lighter sleeper than his sister. "Good morning,
sleepyhead," I greeted him. "How are you?"
He knuckled his eye, grimacing a bit at the feel of the
cum crusting his face. He answered, "Good," but it was
perfunctory. It appeared I had a little repair work to
do. He had certainly enjoyed the first part of last
night, when I got his little sister to jerk him off and
blow him to two dry orgasms, and he even got to
fingerbang her a little. The second part, when I made
him suck my cock and came in his mouth and all over his
face - not so much.
"Are you sure? It got kinda freaky there last night at
the end, didn't it? You were great, though. I loved the
way you sucked on my wiener." That wasn't true,
actually, his little sister was way better at fellatio
than he was. The eight-year-old girl had almost deep-
throated me, slurping up as much of my cock as her
mouth would fit with enthusiasm, while Joseph had
barely held the tip between his lips.
Anyway, that wasn't the praise Joseph wanted.
"But...that's GAY!" he burst out. "There's this kid at
school, everyone calls him a fag all the time. I'm not
gay!"
Ah. "Sh, sh, it's ok. Look, in the first place, no
one's going to tease you about this because no one's
going to know about it. Unless you tell, and you're not
going to tell, are you?" He shook his head vigorously.
"In the second place, just because you like your wiener
sucked doesn't make you gay. Your wiener doesn't care
whether it's a boy mouth or a girl mouth sucking on it,
it just knows it feels good. Hey, like this!" And with
that I rolled the ten-year-old onto his back, pushed
his legs apart and dived between them to engulf his
entire flaccid little peter and hairless ballsack.
Holding his thighs spread and pinned to the ground I
tongued him roughly, feeling him engorge and stiffen in
my mouth. As I started slurping up and down the length
of his boycock and nibbling gently at the head, I
stroked my palms up across his stomach to his chest
where I played with his little nipples. They stiffened
under my touch and his legs came up and wrapped around
my shoulders, his heels resting on my back.
I looked up at his face. Just that quickly his eyes had
glazed over with pleasure. His face was getting red and
his hips were starting to hump up at my mouth. So I
stopped. I placed my hands flat on his chest and pursed
my lips tight to pull off his boner with a loud pop.
"Unless you want me to stop...because it's all
GAAAAAAY!" I said with heavy sarcasm.
Joseph shook his head as if coming out of a trance.
"Nuh...no, don't stop!"
"Don't stop, what? What am I doing?"
"You're sucking my wiener. Don't stop sucking my
wiener!"
"Why should I suck it? Do you like it? Does it feel
good?"
He nodded vigorously. "I like it. I like you sucking my
wiener."
"But I'm a boy. You like a boy sucking your wiener?"
"Yes!" he shouted in frustration. "I like a boy sucking
my wiener! Suck on my wiener more!"
"Wellllll...say 'please'."
"Please?"
"Say 'pretty please'."
"Pretty please!"
"Say...oh the hell with it." And with a smile I sucked
his cock back into my mouth. For the next few minutes
the only sounds were slurping and the little boy's
sighs and grunts of pleasure. The distinctive sweaty
taste and smell of his crotch was starting to get me
hot, too, and I humped my reviving hardon into the
blankets. When I could tell Joseph was getting close, I
ran my index finger quickly in and out of my mouth and
probed down below his hairless scrotum.
I started vigorously massaging his little pucker in
time with my sucks, pressing in with each downstroke.
Before long I had penetrated to the first knuckle, the
second knuckle, and beyond. Joseph was reacting to the
intrusion, trying to pull his butt up and away but his
range of motion was limited by my head and anyway the
pleasure of his impending orgasm overcame the
strangeness and discomfort of his first anal
penetration.
As I felt his penis begin to twitch in my mouth I
shoved my finger up his ass as far as it would go,
feeling for his prostate. My little friend went off
like a rocket. His entire body stiffened, bending
backwards so from heels to shoulders he was lifted in
the air. He threw back his head and howled like a wolf,
"AAAAAOOOOOOWWW!" He cried out repeatedly as his peter
pulsed in my mouth and amazingly I tasted a bit of
salty wetness spattering onto my tongue. My prostate
massage had coaxed out a few drops of seminal fluid;
I'd given ten-year-old Joseph his first wet cum!
I sucked him more gently as his peak passed, removing
my finger from his ass (quickly wiping it on the
blanket) and using both hands to stroke up and down his
torso. He flopped back with an explosive sigh, and I
pulled my mouth off his cock and rubbed at him with my
hand. Grinning up at him, I said, "So...I figure if you
can make someone feel that good, who cares if it's gay
or not? It's just friends helping friends, you know?"
The naked boy grinned back at me, a little sheepishly,
but I thought I'd made my point.
"What's 'gay'?" a little voice piped up. Rebecca had
awakened at some point during the blowjob and was lying
on her side, head propped on her hand, watching us.
Like her brother, her face and hair were smeared with
white. Dried cum was flaking off her cheeks and her
shoulder-length blonde hair was tangled and clumped.
Her knee was bent in the air and her free hand was down
between her legs, stroking her bald cunny. Last night I
had taught her how to masturbate herself, and it looked
like she was wasting no time putting that lesson into
practice.
"It's nothing," I answered, "just a stupid word your
brother's friends use to tease each other." While I was
eager to expand the children's sexual experiences, I
didn't want to expand their vocabularies lest they
inadvertently reveal their knowledge to some adult -
like their parents - who might get curious about where
they had learned such things.
The morning sunlight gave Rebecca's pale naked form a
golden glow and glinted off the moisture starting to
leak from her smooth, tight little slit. I could've sat
and watched her play with herself for hours, but I was
feeling the pressure of more immediate needs. "Hey -
who needs to pee?" I raised my hand. Joseph raised his
hand. Rebecca raised her hand from her crotch. When I
saw her fingertips glistening I couldn't resist knee-
walking over, seizing her wrist, and sucking her
fingers clean, tasting the fragrant, slightly spicy
flavor of her little girl secretions. She giggled.
Swallowing, I said, "OK then, let's pee before we go
back to the house." I walked downhill a few steps and
after a few seconds of concentration to deflate my
erection, began to urinate in the grass. Joseph stepped
up beside me and followed suit, which turned into some
completely childish sword-fighting with our urine
streams. I looked back at Rebecca who was now standing
shyly behind us, her legs crossed and her hands
covering her immature charms. "It's OK, honey, just
come down here and squat. You can pee on the grass."
Despite everything she had done in the past hours, the
little girl was shy about peeing in front of her
brother and me. "Look away!" she admonished, and we did
just until I heard her stream start to splatter onto
the ground, then I turned back and watched the puddle
grow between her feet where she squatted with her hands
wrapped around her knees. At her "Hey!" I could only
smile and shrug.
After an amazingly long time - where did she have room
for a bladder that large in her skinny little body? -
the stream tapered off to squirts and then dribbles and
it was only then that she realized with a little cry of
dismay that there was no toilet paper. "How about
this?" I said, sticking out my tongue and wiggling it
down at her.
She guffawed, covering her mouth with her hands.
"Ewwwww! You want to drink PEE?!"
I shrugged, but rather than answer I reached down,
grabbed her around her thin waist - she weighed maybe
forty pounds, if that - and lifted her up and over me,
fitting her legs around my head so that she was sitting
as if I was giving her a shoulder ride, only backwards.
I cupped her skinny little ass cheeks in my hands and
now her bald cunt was right at my chin.
I opened wide and swiped my tongue from bottom to top,
tasting the acrid flavor of her morning piss. Not my
favorite, but I would've put up with worse to eat that
beautiful smooth little pussy before breakfast. Her
hands tangled in my hair as I kept licking at the slit,
probing at the top for the knob of her swelling baby
clit. I rolled my eyes upwards, looking past her flat
little belly and chest. Her "ewww" had turned into
"ooooh" as she watched me enthusiastically slurping
away.
I would gladly have continued eating her until she
reached menarche, but Joseph interrupted. "Can we go in
the house?" he whined, sounding exactly like what he
was, a ten-year-old who maybe hadn't gotten enough
sleep. "I'm hungry, and my wiener hurts."
Reluctantly, I kissed Rebecca's cunt one final time and
swung her back down to her feet. "How does it hurt?"
"It aches, kinda. When you put your finger up, you
know, my butt? That felt, like, great, but it hurt,
kinda, at the same time. And now it just hurts."
"It'll be OK in a while. How about pancakes for
breakfast?"
"Yeahh!" Both children jumped for joy at the
suggestion.
"All right then, Joseph, you get the blankets and the
clothing and stuff. Here, Rebecca, you take the
flashlights and the lantern. I'll get the telescope.
Walk over there, so we keep the house between us and
the road and no one will see us naked." As they walked
ahead I admired the children's cute little nude asses.
Rebecca had no shape yet; from the back she just looked
like a smaller version of her brother.
Once in the house I sat them down at the kitchen table
while I donned an apron and went about whipping up a
batch of pancakes. "When do we get dressed," Rebecca
wanted to know, "and clean up all this...stuff?" She
was combing her fingers through her cum-splotched
blonde locks, trying to work out some of the tangles.
"By the time your parents get here for dinner we'll
have you guys cleaned up," I answered, "but in the
meantime I think you look great just the way you are.
And," I pointed to my growing boner tenting out the
apron, "he thinks so too." This set Rebecca into a
torrent of giggles. Joseph caught them from her and
then they were setting each other off, back and forth,
pointing at my hardon, and Joseph's little wiener, and
Rebecca's smooth bald vulva, back and forth, laughing
helplessly.
I put paper plates of pancakes in front of them, doffed
the apron and sat down to watch them eat. I was pleased
that the children now seemed completely comfortable,
not just being naked but being naked with me naked.
Neither was a particularly neat eater and before long
crumbs and drips of syrup joined the smears of dried
cum adorning their faces.
After they finished I stepped around the table behind
them to remove the plates. "Now," I said, "who wants
dessert?" I moved behind Rebecca's chair so that my
boner lay right across the eight-year-old's skinny
shoulder. Flexing my groin and wiggling my hips I made
it bounce and dance, gently slapping her on the cheek.
Joseph started laughing again at the sight. "Look,
Rebecca," he said, pointing, "You have a big wiener for
dessert!" The little girl looked up at my shyly - how
she could still be shy, naked and crusted with my dried
semen, I didn't know, but her expression melted my
heart. She reached up and cupped my cock underhand,
pulling it towards her mouth. With her eyes locked on
mine, she kissed along the shaft before fitting the end
in her mouth, the angle such that the knob bulged out
her cheek.
My knees went weak as her hot, wet little mouth
enclosed my cockhead and it rubbed against the smooth
inner surface of her cheek. "Oh, god, Rebecca, that
feels good. Suck my wiener, yes just like that! Ohhh,
suck it!" I put a hand on the back of her neck but she
needed no further urging. Turning in her seat to get a
better angle, the little blonde girl stretched her
mouth wide and eagerly worked my cock deeper into her
mouth. "Oh, honey, you suck it soooo good! Ohhh...
ahhh..."
Joseph's eyes were riveted to the sight of his little
sister drooling around my penis, and I noticed his hand
was moving in his lap beneath the table. "Doesn't your
little sister look pretty with a penis in her mouth,
Joseph? Isn't she - ah! - a great little wiener-eater?
Ohh... hahhhh....STOP!" I didn't want to shoot another
load just yet, so I grabbed her head in both hands and
pulled her off me with a "pop!"
It hurt a bit as her upper teeth scraped along the
ridge of my cockhead, and droplets of her spit and my
precum spattered her face as the shaft bounced upright.
Stroking my hands through the sticky snarls in her hair
I praised the child extravagantly for her newly-learned
cocksucking skills. Just as I hoped, she was coming to
crave more of that praise, along with more of my hot
cum in her tummy. She smiled up at me, drinking in the
first even if the second would have to wait a bit.
"Hey, but you guys have had breakfast now and I
haven't. And you ate all the pancakes, greedy guts!
Hmmm...what should I eat for breakfast? I know! I'll
eat....Rebecca!" I grabbed the child under her armpits
and swung her up and around, plopping her naked ass on
the edge of the table as she shrieked with laughter. I
pushed her down flat and without ceremony shoved my
face between her skinny thighs, licking her slit and
nibbling at her hairless vulva and the prominent little
pubic mound I loved so well. The child wriggled under
my oral assault, her laughter mixing with little sighs
of pleasure as my tongue began to tease out her baby
clit.
I raised my head, smacking my lips at the taste of her
prepubescent honey, so much less pungent than a grown
woman's. "Mmm, pretty good. But it needs something.
Hmm...I know!" I grabbed up the bottle of supermarket
syrup and squirted a golden trail across her flat
chest. I bent down and sucked a nipple clean. "Yum,
yum, that's just right," and I proceeded to squirt the
sugary liquid all over the giggling, squirming little
girl, not neglecting her little baby pussy. I drizzled
the syrup into her mouth, too, as she opened wide for
me. And starting at her tiny delicate feet I began
licking the syrup off her. "Joseph, you can have some
'dessert' too, if you want."
"Yes, Joseph," the little girl piped up, "Have some
boobie for dessert!" She arched her back, giggling,
pointing her sticky, undeveloped little nipples into
the air. I wasn't too absorbed in licking my way up her
thighs to note this important step - it was the first
time Rebecca had asked for sexual contact rather than
just acquiescing, however eagerly. She was becoming as
much of a horny little cock-puppy as I had hoped she
would.
Buoyed by this thought I resumed my attack on her
hairless cunny, sucking and tonguing at her now fully
erect clitty, tasting the heady mixture of her tangy
baby juices and pancake syrup. She wrapped her legs
around my head, squeezing her thighs and making the
same high-pitched sighing squeaks she made last night
as she approached her prepubescent not-quite-orgasmic
peak.
Joseph stood up, but didn't look terribly enthused. His
little peter, however, was fully stiff again. He didn't
want dessert, I realized, he wanted to be dessert.
Well, I was nothing if not an obliging host. At my
instruction, he grabbed a copy of the Yellow Pages from
the kitchen phone stand and placed it on the floor next
to the table.
Meanwhile, I helped Rebecca scoot over so that her head
was at the table's edge. With the naked boy standing on
the phone book, she could turn her head and look right
at his hairless stalk. I was back to munching on the
little girl's now wide-open slit and making a sticky
mess of my own face, but I grabbed the bottle and
drenched Joseph's crotch as well. Mrs. Butterworth was
really getting a workout this morning.
With the resilience of youth, Joseph's little cock was
standing straight up against his belly; he had to use
his hand to bend it down closer to the horizontal so he
could swipe it back and forth across his younger
sister's mouth. She obligingly opened up, slurping up
the drips of sugary liquid and sucking him in.
I could see her throat working as she swallowed
repeatedly. Joseph closed his eyes and grunted,
grabbing the table's edge with both hands to steady
himself as he began thrusting raggedly. "Talk to your
sister, Joseph," I reminded him. "Tell her how good she
makes you feel."
"Suck my wiener, Beck! Ahh...suck it! Suck it! Ooooh,
that's good. My sister eats...Ah!...penis for
breakfast! That feels soooOH! good! Oh, I love you,
Rebecca! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" It was clear the
boy wasn't just talking because I told him to, he
really really liked having his cock sucked.
Before their parents got here I was going to have to
make sure the kids understood the dangers of fooling
around at home where they could get caught. Especially
I'd have to figure out how to impress this on Joseph;
he was a boy and I knew his boner would quickly
overwhelm his limited ten-year-old critical faculties,
and Rebecca would go along with him: not only because
he was her adored big brother, but she seemed now to
genuinely relish a mouthful of penis whether mine or
his. I wondered how long it would be, for that matter,
before other boys - or men! - would be thrilling to the
sight of her innocent-looking little face with a cock
sliding between her wide-stretched lips.
Watching my pre-teen friends have sex was just as hot
as doing it myself, so I unhooked Rebecca's ankles from
behind my neck and let her legs dangle over the table's
edge. I sat back and replaced my mouth with my hand on
her beautiful baby cunt. With my thumb rapidly circling
her little clit I had a wonderful view of her bony
pelvis bucking and her torso twisting and heaving as
she gasped and moaned around her mouthful of her
brother's syrupy boycock.
Her legs kicked up and down randomly, making her juicy
little cunt lips open and close and revealing her pink
little asshole. It was too tempting a target to ignore.
I swiped the middle finger of my free hand up and down
between her lips to lubricate it thoroughly. Placing
the hand palm up on the table, I poked my finger gently
at her anus, all the while keeping up my assault on her
clit with the other thumb.
Rebecca didn't seem to notice the intruder at her back
door at first. She was looking up into Joseph's face as
he kept up his litany of praise. She could have been
any little sister looking admiringly at her big
brother. (Well, except that she naked and spread-eagled
on my kitchen table; her face, hair and body were
covered in dried semen and pancake syrup; her mouth was
stuffed full of her brother's cock; and my hands were
all over her spread and leaking cunny. Except for
that.) But when my fingertip slipped inside the tight
ring of muscle she gave an extra-strong jerk and her
body stiffened. "It's OK, sweetie," I soothed, "it's
just one more way to feel good. You saw Joseph get it
the same way this morning, and he liked it. Didn't you,
Joseph?"
Joseph couldn't answer, though, suddenly occupied as he
was with his second orgasm of the morning. His only
response was "Uh! UH AH! AHHH! UHHH!" as his hips
pumped his stiff little stalk in and out of his
sister's mouth. He twined his hands in her hair and
mashed her face hard against his crotch, stuffing his
cock completely into her. He held her there for a few
seconds with his mouth open in a soundless cry, then
pushed her away and stumbled backwards off the phone
book to collapse into the kitchen chair. He sat,
panting for breath, his face flushed and his peter also
raw and red.
Her mouth no longer full, Rebecca moaned as the second
joint of my finger slipped past her sphincter. "Ow!
Oooh! What're you... Ahhh!... doing? Don't put that...
Ooooh!... in my butt, that feels... Ow!... weird!" Yet
her hips were still gyrating as I continued my attack
on her slippery little clit.
"Just give it a second, sweetie, to get used to it.
Push, like you were trying to poop," I instructed the
little girl and as she obeyed her anus relaxed a little
and my finger slid the rest of the way in. She let out
a long, low groan as I began pumping my finger in and
out of her ass, punctuated with little yips and yelps
as I gently pinched at her clitoris with my other hand.
I continued cooing soothing words at her as her body
accustomed itself to my anal penetration. "Oh, what a
big girl you are, feeling good up your butt, what hot
little girl parts you have, so tasty, so good, feeling
soooo gooood..."
At that moment, intoxicated with the sight and sound of
the little girl writhing in immature sexual pleasure
before me, I made an extremely dangerous decision. What
the hell, I rationalized, I'd been taking risks
continuously for the past 12 hours and so far every one
of them had paid off for me. If this worked out Rebecca
and I would share complete sexual intimacy today.
Joseph had recovered from his cum and was watching his
sister with interest. She was rolling her head back and
forth on the table, clearly at her pre-orgasmic peak
again. "Joseph, why don't you go take a shower while
Rebecca and I finish up? Wash all that dried stuff out
of your hair, get all cleaned up and then we can watch
movies or whatever until your folks get here later."
"Should I get dressed?" the little boy asked me.
"Up to you," I responded. "We can still fool around,
but we'll have to make sure you don't get messy again."
"You could suck my wiener some more," he suggested with
a grin, the selfish little turd. But he had a point,
that would keep him cleaner than the other way around.
He padded off down the hall and after a minute I heard
the shower start to run.
Now with Joseph out of the way, it was time. While I'd
been speaking to him I'd slowed and gentled my
masturbation of the little girl and her skinny body was
relaxing on the tabletop. My finger still penetrated
her ass deeply but I was just holding it there, no
longer pumping in and out. I slid the thumb of my other
hand down her slit from her clitoris to her tight
little vaginal opening, nudging gently until the inner
lips parted slightly and I could see the pale barrier
just inside.
Here we go, I thought, and I seized her clitoris
between my first two fingers and squeezed while at the
same time I jammed my thumb into her. I felt her hymen
tear and the digit pushed into incredible heat and
tightness, stopping only when the web of my thumb
mashed against her slit.
I thought it was tight to start with, but in an instant
Rebecca's cunt clamped down twice as hard as the little
girl screamed and her entire lower body went rigid.
"AAAAAAAHHH! OOOOOOOOOWW! Take it out!! Take it out! It
hurts! OW! OW! OW!" and she started to cry and writhe
around on the table, trying to wrench her crotch away
from my invading fingers.
Oops. I'd kind of forgotten what a crybaby Rebecca
could be. I hoped I hadn't miscalculated. If I couldn't
calm her down, my fun was probably over forever. I
stood so that I could get more leverage and slid my
finger out of her ass so I'd have one hand free. She
was crying and trying to close her legs but that just
hurt worse as it put pressure on the torn tissues. I
pushed down with the hand covering her hairless mound
to hold her still, trying not to shove my thumb in any
deeper.
I reached up to stroke her hair and tearstained face.
"Shh, Rebecca, honey, it's ok. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,
baby, but do you know what that was? That was the last
thing that kept you from being my grown-up girl. Now
you can do all the things that big girls do, pretty
Rebecca. Everything!" She was still sniveling, and
still obviously in discomfort, but at least I had her
attention.
Tears continued to leak from the corners of her eyes.
"Most girls don't do this until years from now, and you
know what? The older you get, the more it stings. But
once that's done you can feel better than anything -
better than when I use my fingers or my mouth on you.
It'll stop hurting in a few minutes. It already feels
better, doesn't it?"
"It still hurts," the little girl sniffled. "I
feel...ow!...full...it's too big...please take it out,
pleeease!"
"Too big, just you wait," I thought but aloud I
continued to speak soothingly, "I'll take it out in
just a minute, sweetie, soon as you're more used to it,
and I'll put some medicine on it to take the sting
out." I let a couple more minutes elapse while I
planted little butterfly kisses all over her face,
tasting the child's salty tears as she slowly calmed
and her sobs diminished to sniffles. Then I gently
withdrew my thumb from her tight, hot, eight-year-old
vagina.
The little girl winced and whined softly as my digit
dragged across the freshly torn tissues. I quickly put
it in my mouth to hide the small streak of blood on it
and to enjoy the exquisite flavor of pure, just-
deflowered pre-teen. I rooted in the cabinet for a few
seconds until I found a little bottle of Anbesol. Hey,
it was good for cold sores, and the mouth is mucous
membranes just like the pussy, so I figured it'd work.
"OK, I'm going to put some medicine on you now,
sweetie," I said. I dipped my index finger in the
bottle and then, using my other finger and thumb to pry
her lips apart, gently pushed it into her abused cunny.
The breath hissed through her teeth as I swabbed it
around the remains of her hymen, then she gradually
relaxed as the mild anesthetic took effect.
"There, now, isn't that better?" I leaned forward and
planted a gentle kiss on her slit. I helped her off the
table, hugging her slight naked form against my hairy
legs as she rather shakily stood. I caressed her back
and shoulders as I praised her softly.
"You are such a brave girl, and so beautiful, and so
sexy, and now we can have even more fun later on. But
let's get cleaned up now, OK? You are one very sticky
little sexpot," and indeed she was covered pretty much
nose to knees in drying syrup, never mind the cum still
clumping her hair and making flaky white splotches on
her face. My compliments had their intended effect; she
smiled bravely up at me as we walked to the bathroom.
Joseph had just finished his shower. He sat naked on
the closed toilet while I drew a warm bath for his
little sister. I helped her into the water and kneeled
next to the tub to tenderly wash her clean, being
careful of her sore little vagina. I lathered up her
hair with shampoo, had her dunk her head to rinse, then
lathered again, making sure to wash out every last
trace of the campout's cum shower. Then I had her stand
carefully - she was still a little unsteady on her feet
from her surprise double penetration on the kitchen
table - and pulled the drain plug.
I turned on the shower and climbed in with her. I wet
my hair and poured on some shampoo. While I was doing
that, without being asked Rebecca took the soap and
began to lather up my body, the parts she could reach
anyway. We'd spent so much of the last night and day
lying down, I was shocked to be reminded of how petite
she was; standing straight she could just about put the
tip of her nose into my bellybutton. Could I seriously
be contemplating fucking my adult-size cock into this
tiny child's virgin vagina?
Yes, I could, especially while she was paying extra
attention to soaping up my equipment. She was squeezing
the shaft pretty hard, working her slippery hands up
and down through the lather. The touch of her little
fingers quickly brought me back to full mast. I reached
down and stroked her cheek, "That's good, sweetie,
real, good, but..."
Rebecca interrupted me, "Rinse off now!" and basically
yanked me by my tool into the spray. I rinsed off my
own head, then made sure hers was clean. When all the
soap and shampoo was off our bodies, I turned off the
water. I meant to step out and dry off right away, but
Rebecca had other ideas. Rather than turn loose of my
manhood, she started jacking it again.
My protest died in my throat as I watched the naked,
dripping wet second-grader masturbate me. She grinned
up at me saucily, obviously pleased that she could in
some way control an adult's behavior, though I doubt
she fully appreciated how effective sexual prowess at
age eight could be in that respect. Still watching my
face, she bent over - not very far, from her diminutive
height - and placed a sloppy kiss on the end of my
penis, then making a happy "mmmmmm" sound deep in her
throat, she parted her lips wide and took it in.
"Ooooooh, Rebecca," I moaned, startled but thrilled by
her new aggressiveness. She set a rapid pace, plunging
her lips up and down the upper half of my member,
squeezing them tight each time they rubbed over the
ridge which stretched her jaws almost to the limit. She
grasped me tight at the root, jacking in counterpoint
to her oral strokes. The heat of her mouth was
exquisite, and I could feel her tongue sliding along
the underside and wiggling against the tip on each
outstroke. I grabbed her thin shoulders to steady
myself, "Oh, Rebecca, that's so good, but we should
stop, honey..." I didn't really want to cum until I
could do so in her hot little cunt.
But the cock-hungry pre-teen apparently had other
ideas. "Uhm-Uhmph!" she grunted, waggling her head from
side to side. Without taking her mouth off me, she put
both hands on my thighs and actually pushed me back
until I was leaning against the shower stall. Then she
resumed her rapid jacking and sucking and, probably
remembering what set me off last night, used her other
hand to massage my sack. Her little fingers stroked the
wrinkled flesh, cupping my heavy balls and rolling them
from side to side. It was overwhelming.
I looked down at the naked little girl looking up at
me, her hot little mouth open wide as it plunged up and
down on my cock. My nerves were on fire. Sparks of
pleasure were radiating from my engulfed penis. Each
stroke of her willing little mouth raised the intensity
to a level I thought could not possibly be topped -
until the next one.
I realized I was squeezing her shoulders involuntarily,
digging my fingers hard enough into the bony flesh to
bring a little moan of discomfort from her, but I was
beyond caring. In those moments, the blonde eight-year-
old owned me, body and soul. My entire being
concentrated down to a white-hot ring of pleasure as
her mouth plunged up and down my cock. I lost control,
my linguistic niceties forgotten.
"Oh my god, Rebecca, oh my god, suck my cock! Suck my
cock, you little cum-slut! I love you, you little slut,
suck me, suck me, suck me! Oh god gonna cum in your
mouth, gonna fill you with cum, fill! you! with! Ah!
AH! take it here it coooOOOOMES! OOOOH!"
Throwing my head back with a groaning shout I erupted
in her tight little mouth. My knees buckled and my
vision went gray as I ejaculated what felt like quarts
of cum into the pre-teen. I could feel her swallowing
rapidly but the flow quickly overwhelmed her. Sperm
spilled out of her mouth around my still-spurting cock,
dripped down her chin and plopped onto her heaving
belly. "OH! OH! OH!" I groaned with each shot, watching
the pale naked child gobbling as much of my gooey hot
semen as her mouth would hold.
Finally, I was drained. My deflating cock slipped from
between Rebecca's cum-smeared lips as I slumped down to
sit on the tub edge with a final, drawn-out groan.
"Ooooooooh, GAWD, Rebecca!" was all I could manage for
a second. She swiped her hand across her chin and
mouth, looked at the glob of jizz on her palm, and
licked it clean.
She swallowed once more, then leaned eagerly towards
me. She clenched her little fists anxiously below her
chin. "Did I...did I do that good?" she asked.
"Did you...? Oh, honey, did you ever! No one has EVER
sucked me as good as that. You are AMAZING. Come here."
I gathered her into a hug, pressing her skinny body
against me and planting a simple closed-mouth kiss on
her lips. I held her, stroking her back and her skinny
ass, trailing my fingers lightly into her butt crack.
"You must really like sucking, don't you?" I felt her
nod against my shoulder. "What do you like about it? Do
you like drinking the love juice?" I asked, honestly
curious.
I felt her shrug against me. "It's OK. Joseph doesn't
make any, but you make a lot."
"What else do you like about it?"
"Um...it's fun...and... you guys like it when I do
it... and... it's like, I'm in charge. And, like you
said... it's for big girls."
I broke the hug to look right into her bright blue
eyes. "Wow, well, it sure is. You suck like a big girl.
No - you suck BETTER than ANY big girl." Her face lit
up in a pleased grin at this testimonial. "I bet you
suck better than ANYONE. I bet not even your mom can
suck that good."
Her mouth dropped open in shock. "My MOM does it?"
"With DAD?" Joseph chimed in. "EWWWWWW!!!" they spoke
together and broke into giggles of childlike disgust at
the very idea of their parents doing what we'd been
doing all last night and this morning.
"Yes, I bet your mom and dad do it. But remember, that
doesn't mean you can tell them that you do it. They
would be REALLY mad if they found out, right?" Both
children nodded. "OK, let's dry off."
I grabbed a hand towel from the rack and wiped smeared
cum off Rebecca's belly and my own, then handed her a
fluffy bath towel and took one for myself. Wearing just
our towels, I guided the children back to the living
room. I glanced at the clock to see that it was coming
up on 11. Their parents were due around 4 to take us
all out to dinner, so there was plenty of time to rest
up - and I was still planning to complete Rebecca's
sexual initiation.
I put a Studio Ghibli DVD on and we settled down to
watch. Joseph sat sideways in the wing chair idly
stroking his little wiener. I stretched out on the
couch with Rebecca sitting on my lap while I combed out
her hair, then I stripped the towels off us both and
lay her down on her back on top of me, her skin warm
against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on
her chest and the other gently cupping her silky little
mound. I felt her breathing gradually slow and we all
dozed before the TV.
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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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