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Isabella
by El Dee (ceaj2005@comcast.net)
***
I offer help to a young girl all alone at a highway
rest area. My attraction to her leads to a climax I
never could have expected. (Mg, ped, oral, anal,
fantasy)
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The first time I saw Isabella she was sitting alone
at a picnic table in a highway rest area, looking so
very vulnerable in the dim light cast by the parking
lot's few lamps. I was walking from the lot to the
small building which housed the rest rooms and
vending machines when I noticed her, sitting there
with her hands folded on her lap, eyes cast downward.
I found it a bit odd that she would be out there by
herself this late in the evening, but assumed that
she was with whoever was driving the one other car in
the parking area.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should ask
her about this. While concerned, I also did not want
to scare her or have a protective parent come out of
the restroom and misunderstand my intentions. After a
short internal debate, my concern won and I walked
over to where she sat.
"Hello?" I said tentatively.
She looked up at me, and I was speechless. One
thousand words could not adequately express the
loveliness of her face: I could only assume that when
all of those great artists of the Renaissance painted
child-like angels and cherubs, this must have been
the kind of beauty that they were attempting to
portray.
I judged her to be about eleven years old, and could
see that the metamorphosis of little girl to young
lady was well under way. The last vestiges of
chubbiness were fading from her cheeks, and slightly
pronounced cheekbones gave an air of maturity to her
countenance.
Her lips were full and ruby red, as if she were
wearing lipstick; a stark contrast to her skin,
which, while smooth and free from blemish, was quite
pale. Her pallor might have been alarming if the rest
of her appearance and demeanor did not so strongly
suggest good health, and I attributed it to the
artificial light of the mercury lamps in the parking
lot.
Further contrasting her skin was her thick, black
hair, which cascaded down either side of her face in
a complex swirl of waves and large curls to just
above her shoulders. A small black bow was clasped to
the hair at the back of her head. She was wearing a
long-sleeved black dress which was a strange
combination of Victorian and modern Goth fashion, and
which ended about mid-calf. I noted with mild
surprise that she was barefoot.
Her entire appearance was a beautiful confusion of
girl and woman; of young and mature, but nothing of
her expressed this so boldly as her eyes. Set below a
delicate brow, her eyes nearly shone with lovely
light. At first glance their color was so dark as to
appear jet black, but as my glance became a gaze, I
could see glints of color deep within. Flashes of
blue, red, purple and green danced in these
impossible jewels.
These could not be a child's eyes! These eyes knew of
life, had beheld wonders! Passion smoldered in these
eyes! I stood transfixed (for a moment? An hour? A
lifetime?), unable – and unwilling – to look away. I
was lost in these eyes, and I never wanted to be
found again...
Then at once, the illusion ceased. She was simply a
girl again; a pretty girl, certainly, but no
ethereal, magical being. She was looking up at me
with a curious and slightly wary expression. Feeling
quite a bit like an ass, I pushed aside the jumble of
ridiculous thoughts which had flooded my brain and
collected myself. I realized with some embarrassment
that my cock was quite hard, and was thankful for my
long shirttails and the shadows.
"Um, hello. Again," I said, trying in vain not to
sound like a buffoon.
"Hello," she replied in a soft, melodic voice.
"I saw you sitting here by yourself and I was
concerned." I knelt down on one knee so that she
wouldn't have to crane her neck (and to better hide
my erection, which was subsiding, but very slowly).
"You're not here alone, are you?"
She looked down for a moment, as if she wasn't sure
what to say, then looked back up with a troubled
expression on her face. "I was travelling with my
mother and her boyfriend Steve – he doesn't like me.
We are moving because Steve is deeply indebted to
someone and doesn't wanna pay them. My mother is an
alcoholic and got drunk before we left and then went
to sleep while Steve drove the car and..." she
paused, mid-sentence, as a car pulled off from the
highway and into the lot. She looked closely at the
car for a moment, then back at me.
When she began speaking once more, I found myself
wanting to close my eyes and simply listen to her
voice. The soft, lilting pitch was nearly musical.
She had a very slight accent which I could not quite
place, but which was nevertheless quite charming. I
mentally shook myself – no more of that nonsense! I
refocused my attention to what she was saying.
She continued, looking down at her hands in her lap.
"He was driving real fast and I told him that he
should slow down. He became angry and told me to be
quiet or he would stop the car and make me get out. I
tried to wake up my mother but she was too drunk. He
stopped and got out and then dragged me out too. I
struggled with him, but he pushed me down in the
ditch and ran back to the car. By the time I got back
up, he was driving away. I yelled for my mother but
she couldn't hear me."
Her voice trembled as if she was going cry. "I was
very scared and didn't know what to do. I cried for a
while, and then started walking. I got here just
after sunset. I am hoping my mother will wake up soon
and realize that Steve abandoned me."
I was appalled, to say the least. This poor girl –
then with startled realization I looked back at her
feet. "What about your shoes?" I asked.
"They were in the car."
I reached out towards her feet. "Is it okay? Can I
see them?" She nodded her assent. I was relieved (and
surprised) to find no cuts, scrapes, etc. In fact,
they weren't even dirty. They were quite chilled,
though. Not surprising; the sun had been down for
hours now.
Seeing my puzzled look, she said, "Fortunately, I
could walk in the grass most of the way, and I
cleaned them up inside."
"Does your mom have a cell phone?" I asked.
"No," she said, shaking her head. She looked over my
shoulder, and I turned to see a woman get out from
behind the wheel of the car that had pulled in. The
woman paid us no attention as she walked inside the
little building.
"Is there anyone else you can call? Any other
family?"
She shook her head again.
"What about your dad?" I asked.
She looked back down. "He's dead," she said simply.
My mind raced. What to do? Call the police? With a
description of the car, they might be able to track
the mother down. Then what? Send her back with the
drunk and her asshole boyfriend? Maybe the Child
Welfare agency? One thing for sure, I couldn't leave
her here alone.
I put my hand on her shoulder. "What's your name?" I
asked.
"Isabella," she said, looking into my eyes. I felt my
heart flutter when she said her name, and I noticed
once again how lovely she was. I tried to push the
thought aside.
"What a pretty name... Isabella, I think we need to
start by calling the police; they could help find
your mom. I can stay here with you until they
arrive."
Isabella surprised me by reaching out and touching my
cheek. She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes
once again dancing. My imagination began to show me
pictures; Isabella and I walking back to my Jeep,
climbing in, driving away together. My heart beat
faster as other images appeared – images of me
kissing Isabella, buying my face in her hair,
embracing her, undressing her. My cock stiffened
again as I imagined myself exploring her naked young
body, kissing, caressing, penetrating, possessing. It
seemed I have never known such desire!
I opened my eyes (though I could not recall having
closed them), and looked into Isabella's eyes. There
was no doubt in my mind, no lingering bit of
rationality. There was no denying what I wanted to
do. "Come with me," I said.
"Yes," she replied, smiling.
I somehow stood up again, and took her hand. We
started to walk towards the lot, but then she
stopped.
"Wait a minute; I need to use the restroom first."
She gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it to
half-walk, half-skip into the building. I watched her
hair bounce as she went.
After a moment, I decided to use the facilities as
well. Once done, I waited inside the building for
Isabella. I was just starting to worry when she came
out of the ladies' room. Here in the well-lit lobby,
I could see that she was even lovelier than she
seemed outside – it think it was the slight blush on
her cheeks that lit up her face.
We drove for a couple hours before I began to grow
tired. Isabella, on the other hand, showed no signs
of being tired at all. She alternated between telling
me about all the places she wanted to go when she
grew up (though given the manner in which she talked
of these places, I'd have sworn she was a veteran
world traveler) and playing music on my MP3 player.
She had an ear for music, and quickly picked up many
of the songs. She had a few favorites which she
played again and again, singing softly along with
them. When she stopped and asked if I minded, I
emphatically told her I loved to hear her voice. She
smiled and sang on.
Shortly after midnight, I decided to stop for the
night. The only place around was a campground which
had cabins for rent. I was worried that it was closed
when I saw no other cars around, but there was a
light on outside the office, and after ringing the
bell an attendant with sleep in his eyes opened the
door. He explained that September marked the
beginning of their slow season, and that my daughter
and I could have the pick of the lot.
Isabella smiled and said "Get one by the lake,
Daddy," then giggled.
I took the key the attendant offered, and we drove
about five minutes down the road to the cabin.
I hadn't expected much more than a hopefully clean
bed, but was pleasantly surprised to find a very
clean and cozy space inside. There was only one room
and the bathroom, but it was large enough for the
small kitchen area, the queen-sized bed, and the
hide-a-bed loveseat. There was a large fireplace in
the corner, with a neat stack of wood. I immediately
set about making a fire. Once the fire was set, I
turned to see Isabella sitting on the bed, watching
me with a smile.
"You can have the bed, and I'll sleep on the pull-
out," I told her, walking around the bed. She reached
out and took my hand.
"No," she said, pulling me gently towards where she
sat. "Stay with me." I was standing before her, my
hand in hers. She looked up at me, reached up to
touch my face, and then traced her fingers down my
neck and to my chest.
"Isabella," I began, trying desperately to find the
words to resist. Her eyes...
"Don't you want me?" she whispered. Her voice seemed
deeper, fuller. It was still the voice of a girl, but
as if a woman had borrowed it and was using it to
express her desires.
"Yes...no... yes! But... Isabella, you're just a
girl... We shouldn't... we can't..." my voice trailed
off as carnal images once again played through my
mind. I reached out to push her away, but my arms
would not obey. Instead, they lifted her up to me,
encircling her.
"Yes, my love..." Isabella sighed.
My lips found hers, and I kissed her passionately.
Her luscious red lips felt as if they were made for
mine as we melted together. I clutched her hair with
my left hand, and slid my right down her back to her
butt. She wrapped one leg around mine and pulled me
closer to her.
I kissed my way to her neck, and she moaned softly as
I nibbled the smooth skin there. I she grasped the
back of my head and pulled me to her, grinding her
neck against my lips and teeth. I worried that I
might hurt her, but she would not allow me to pull
away.
"Bite me, my love!" Isabella moaned. As she urged me
on, she slid her hands down to unfasten my pants. I
felt her tiny fingers wrap around my cock, and I lust
overcame me. I bit her neck, stopping just short of
piercing her skin. Her hands squeezed my cock until
pain and pleasure became one, and she cried out.
"Yes! Yes! Take me, my lover! Ravage me, penetrate
me, take me any way you wish!" she cried. Her little
girl's voice cried out pleas of lust, and I could
only answer her with my own lust. I turned her around
so that she was facing the bed and clawed at the
laces of her dress. I soon had them loose enough to
pull it off. She wore no undergarments, and stood
before me completely naked. I quickly removed my own
clothes, and took her in my arms.
I wrapped my arms around her roughly, one hand
caressing her budding breasts, and the other making
its way down between her legs. She raised one foot
and set it on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs
nicely. I plunged a finger into her tight young slit,
and rubbed her hard little clit with my thumb. She
groaned, covering my hands with hers.
She moved her pelvis in unison with the motions of my
hand, and her round little ass bounced against my
cock. My pre-seminal fluid covered my cock, and soon
the valley between her ass cheeks was slippery with
it. As my cock slid up and down, I could feel her
tiny anus twitch with pleasure.
"Yes, my darling, do you see? Do you see how much I
want you? Take me my love, fill me with your warmth.
Fuck me... Fuck this little girl!"
I could not even articulate my lust; I could only
growl/groan as I pushed her down on the bed. The head
of my rigid shaft lay just over her little pink anus,
and there was no resisting my animal passion. I
pushed the tip of my cock inside her incredibly tight
hole, and she cried out. I slowed for a moment.
"No, my lover," she grunted as she pushed herself
back, her anus sliding inch by inch towards the base
of my manhood. "Don't worry; there is no pain, only
pleasure. Take me, fuck my little ass!" I needed no
further encouragement. I thrust myself as far as I
could, pulled almost all the way out, and then
slammed back into her. I fucked her with total
abandon, and she responded in kind, groaning and
crying out, urging me on with obscenities that no
eleven year old girl should know.
As my cock pounded her ass, I could feel her fingers
frantically fingering her little pussy. Before long,
I could feel my climax building, and increased my
already fast tempo. I reached down with my left hand
and roughly pulled her gorgeous raven hair, which set
off her own orgasm.
"Yesyesohmy ohgoodnessyesmy godsYES! AAAHHHH...!"
Isabella screamed as she arched her back. She clawed
at her pussy, and she began to come in wave after
wave. I could hold back no more. With one final,
brutal thrust I cried out and buried my shaft in her
ass, and a torrent of semen shot forth, spurt after
hot spurt. Our bodies shook, both wracked with
pleasure, and our cries continued until at last we
collapsed into each other's arms. We held each other,
and I kissed her gently all over her face.
"My god," I said, once I could speak again. "I have
never felt like that in my life." Isabella smiled,
and snuggled closer to me. Despite the fire, she felt
cold against me, and I grabbed one corner of the
blanket and wrapped it around us.
"Thank you, my darling," she whispered. "You are a
wonderful lover."
A small part of my mind wondered how much experience
this young girl could possibly have for comparison,
but most of me didn't care. No matter what tomorrow
may bring, there was no wrong or right this night,
only Isabella, my forbidden lover.
I must have drifted off for a moment, because the
next thing I knew, she was kissing her way down my
body, lightly stroking my cock and playing with my
balls. After the orgasm I just had, I would not have
ever expected to have an erection so quickly, but her
lips, tongue, and fingers proved me wrong. Her
lightly flicking tongue reached my cock, and she
looked up at me with a devilish gleam in her hypnotic
eyes.
"I want to taste you, my lover," she said sweetly,
and then she wrapped her lips around the tip of my
shaft.
"Wait," I said, "This isn't fair... I want to taste
you too."
Isabella smiled at me, and moved around so that her
lovely, pre-teen pussy hovered over my face. She was
completely hairless, and the light pink skin of her
lips stood out against her otherwise pale skin. As I
felt her mouth return to my cock, I spread her sex
open with my fingers. I caught the faintest scent of
her arousal, and I kissed her slit. So soft, so pure,
so sexy! My passion consuming me, I slid my tongue
into her.
Isabella's mouth and fingers worked magically on my
cock, and I found myself once again incredulous that
this young girl could give such pleasure. As her
little fingers worked my cock, she alternately ran
her tongue up and down and sucked ever more of my
length. Before long, she worked the entirety of my
manhood into her throat. Knowing that I could not
keep from coming much longer, I doubled my efforts on
her tight cunt. I worked my tongue in and out of her
opening, and nibbled her clit with my lips.
I sometimes let my tongue wander back to her puckered
anus, probing into her asshole, then back to her
pussy. She began to rock her hips, riding my mouth to
her orgasm. Isabella's body tensed and I heard her
muffled cries from her cock-filled mouth. As she
came, she sucked more frantically on my cock; I was
going to come at any moment. As my balls filled with
semen, I felt a light twinge of pain in my shaft.
Her playful nibble was all it took to put me over the
edge. The fluid rushed out of my cock into her mouth,
and I felt her sucking it out as fast as it would
come. I had never felt such pleasure! Her hand
rhythmically squeezed the base of my cock as if she
was milking it, and the sensation of the suction was
incredible.
I cried out again and again, as wave after wave
crashed over me. I felt lightheaded; the room seemed
to spin and my vision dimmed with the intensity of my
orgasm, and still she sucked me, her little
fingernails digging into the flesh of my cock. I
violently grabbed her hair, not pulling her away, but
holding her there in place, her mouth consuming me.
When at last, it became nearly unbearable, when I
thought I might go mad, she relented. Her mouth
relaxed its grip on my cock, and then drew slowly
away. Though I could not imagine having survived if
the riot of sensation had continued, I felt like
weeping as the last of my sex slipped from her mouth.
My little lover rolled off of me, and I moved up on
the bed to lean against the head board. That is,
after a few attempts – my orgasm left me weak, and it
was only with the help of my Isabella that I could
finally get seated upright. Despite the fireplace,
the room had grown colder, and I shivered slightly.
Isabella noticed this and climbed up onto my lap,
where she sat straddling my legs and facing me. She
looked flushed from exertion. I welcomed the warmth
of her skin next to mine.
"My darling, are you cold?" she asked rubbing my
cheek, and then kissing my lips. I could not manage
an intelligent response, I only nodded and smiled.
"Yes, my lover, so cold... but I will take care of
you, my darling." Isabella kissed my lips, my cheek,
my neck. She moved her hips, and I could feel her
wet, hot pussy against my hard cock. How could I
possibly be hard again? I didn't know; I didn't care.
I only wanted to be with her, to be in her.
The heat of her little girl's sex against my skin was
incredible as she slid her pussy onto my rigid
member. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so perfect!
She moved her hips slowly, lovingly. I couldn't move
with her; I was too weak. I could only embrace her
tiny body and hold her. I clung to her as a drowning
man clings to a life preserver. She began to speak
softly into my ear.
"My darling, my lover... How wonderful you are! How
passionate, how lusty, how loving! So many nights
have I waited, only to be disappointed. Sometimes
there is nobody; sometimes there are people but they
don't care. Sometimes there are men who want to hurt
me, rape me, and kill me."
Her voice rose and fell musically, and I let myself
be carried away with its sing song melody. Her tiny
nipples were hard against my chest, her fingers
clutched my back, her hair brushed against my skin.
To be here with her was all I wanted forever.
Isabella continued. "Yes, my love, there are many who
would hurt me, but they never do. They never hurt
anyone again, in fact; I make sure of that. Then I
wait again. And again. For so long have I waited –
years, scores of years. How often does one like you
come along, my darling? One whose thoughts are so
beautiful to read, whose heart is so pure? One whose
motives are true, but who also knows desire and lust
and passion!"
I felt her lips on my neck, then the slightest
tingle, then an explosion of light, sound, color and
feeling. I could hear her voice again, though her
lips never left my neck. I felt myself getting
lighter, emptying, being drained. Her kiss! As
incredible as the sensation was of my cock inside
her, her kiss on my throat was infinitely more
powerful, more erotic, and more vital. I was dimly
aware that I was coming again, though even that
sensation could not compare to her kiss. Her voice -
melodic, hypnotic – sang again in my head...
"It is you, my love. You are the one for whom I have
waited, for whom I have longed these many, many
years. I have seen into your heart and into your
soul. I know you are the one for me."
The myriad sensations were beginning to fade and I
felt as if I were descending into a deep chasm. Light
and color disappeared slowly, and all sound ceased
until it was only her voice that I could hear.
Isabella was all that there was now, Isabella and the
darkness that consumed me. I was floating in the void
but I was not afraid; not as long as I could sense my
Isabella. I drifted.
"Come, my love, time grows short now. Yes, darling,
follow my voice. Come back to me, you can find the
way."
I felt a fleeting moment of choice; I could sense
that the bond between me and this impossible little
girl was beginning to weaken, and that if I made no
effort to go back this connection would soon vanish.
Oblivion awaited me down this path, I knew; nothing
and nothing forevermore. Conversely, I could latch on
to her beautiful voice and return to her... Choice,
did I say? There was no choice! There was no way I
could ever choose to leave my darling little lover!
"Isabella?" Only darkness... I reached out with my
mind, "Isabella, my love?"
Faintly, as is from an eternity away: "I am here, my
dearest. Find me."
I willed all that I now was to return to my Isabella,
and I seemed to hurtle forth in the darkness. A
vision took shape in my mind: Isabella and I joined
together as one, me kissing her neck. Points of light
and color began to appear, infinitesimal at first,
but rapidly growing in strength and intensity.
As I flew, my ethereal form seemed to take on
substance once more, and physical sensation was
returning now. The light from the fire, the moist
heat of her sex around my cock, the feathery caress
of her hair on my face, the scent of her skin, the
sound of her uncontrollable climax...Sight! Sound!
Touch! A cacophony of sensations, but none so
exquisite or as real as taste...
"Yes, my love! Taste of me; taste of eternity! Drink,
my darling," she urged, though I no longer needed any
encouragement. I kissed her and drank from her, drank
OF her. I felt myself being filled with vitality and
knowledge and the truth of what she was. Impossibly
young, yet impossibly old; dead, yet undying...my
dark little princess.
I felt as if I could drink forever and still not
slake this thirst, but I felt her pulling away.
Though the physical kiss was broken, I could feel
that the union between us remained, now unbreakable.
I looked into my lover's eyes. The dancing colors
were there, but magnified a hundred fold – every hue
of every color, along with colors that no mortal eye
could ever see, but which now were plain to me. I
smiled as I realized that Isabella was seeing the
same in my eyes, and she smiled back as she heard me
realize it.
Time passed as we looked upon each other, and
instinct soon told me we could not stay in the cabin
any longer. This magical night was drawing to its end
as the dawn inexorably approached. For one fleeting
moment I despaired, not wanting to move from this
spot where Isabella and I had joined ; where I had
died and been reborn. I laughed as I realized what a
silly and mortal thought that was. What was time to
us now? We had forever.
"Yes, my prince, my lover, my darling," Isabella said
without speaking, "forever together."
My Dark Lolita...
...my impossible lover...
...my Isabella.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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