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Lifetime of Guilt - 1
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)
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An outcast at 16, Craig knew he could never disclose his
secret. Now pushing 50, success, money and the internet
had changed his attitudes. Chloe would change his life.
(Mg, extreme-ped, 1st, oral)
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Loving Ten Year Old Chloe - Chapter 1
For some reason, I want to take some time and tell you
about my horribly, perverted desires and my recent
wonderful luck in satisfying them. Maybe I'm just trying
to rub society's "rules of acceptable behavior" into
millions of up-turned, hypocritical noses all at once.
When I was sixteen, guilt became the major guiding force
in my life. I had dated, lost my virginity and even
satisfied an "older woman (24)" but the beauty who
pursued me in high school became my vocal enemy when I
did not share her feelings. I was called "fagot,"
"queer," "sissy boy" and a dozen other names because I
did not ask her out or date other girls in high school.
In college, I know people whispered behind my back, but
I could not explain; I could not tell my secret; I had
to live a lie.
At sixteen, I had to admit to myself that I was sexually
attracted to girls, young girls - girls as young as my
nine year old sister, my six year old sister and all
their friends. Even I could no face that maybe I was
attracted to girls even younger than that. In my mid-
western, small-town world, in the early-eighties, even
thinking such a thing, meant that you were not worthy to
live and should go out and kill yourself.
I knew I was the only such horribly perverted person in
the world. I worked day and night to keep my mind off
sex. All my friends thought I was androgynous and not
interested in sex. By the time I was pushing fifty, the
Internet had exploded and I had more money than I could
ever spend and I knew there were millions like me.
So what's the good part? The economy tanked and the
downturn did not touch me at all. I got bought out by a
big tech company and was sitting at home last month when
the telephone rang.
"Greg, this is Tina Collins. I worked for you until you
left six months ago."
"Good to hear from you Tina. You always brightened up my
days. You always dressed so nice, smelled so good and
are so tiny, shapely and beautiful. Is that the right
Tina?"
The line was quiet. She called me; I wasn't her
employer; I could be naughty and tease; no sexual-
harassment suit here.
Now she laughed nervously, "Thank you, I guess that
might be a good description from a male standpoint."
"From a male standpoint, the description could be more
vivid. I apologize for my overly active imagination
today, Tina. I'm writing novels now. It is difficult to
turn off the ideas when the telephone rings."
"Greg, I got laid off a few months after you left. I'm
single and have an eight year old daughter. I haven't
been able to find work and the bank is threatening to
foreclose on my house. I was hoping you might have some
ideas of where I could find a job. We used to talk and
tease. I had a boyfriend then. I'm sorry for calling you
but we're desperate."
"How about food, insurance, a car and medical care? How
desperate are you?"
She got smug on me. "Well I definitely am not resorting
to being an escort."
"Just like when we worked together, I always say the
wrong thing and piss you off. I remember you discovering
that I owned the company and really getting mad, saying,
"Just because you have money, doesn't mean I'll do
anything, to date you."
"Yea, that was me. If you're still angry about that,
just hang up on me. This was a long shot. I've been
turned down for work a couple dozen times. I don't have
any parents to go home to. You are the only person of
means I know. I'm out of ideas."
"Meet me for lunch at Dino's at one. We'll talk some
more and see if I have any ideas."
The phone was silent again.
"Tina?"
"I'm still here, Greg. I can't meet you."
"Why not?"
"My car is out of gas. It is being repossessed. I live
twenty miles from there and I don't have the money for a
taxi. My clothes probably aren't nice or clean enough to
meet you. I'm sorry for calling."
"Tina, I'll send a car for you. Dress in anything you
want. I'll wear jeans and a polo shirt; I assure you,
Dino's will not complain if you show up in shorts, a
halter top and flip-flops. If you don't have a
babysitter, bring your daughter."
My memory was catching up by the time we hung up. Tina
was very self-centered. Her pheromones were outrageous.
I think those and her tiny statue attracted me. Twice
while she worked for me, child services followed-up on
complaints that she was leaving her daughter un-attended
while she partied. As I recall, she was on some sort of
probation for such neglect.
Little Chloe was a miniature version of her mother. I
was instantly attracted to the eight year old when Tina
arrived at Dino's for lunch. Chloe was a charmer. Her
mother did not have time for her and kept trying to keep
her quiet from even normal conversation. Chloe and I
talked while Tina went on an extended telephone and
bathroom break.
"Do you have your own room at home?"
"Yes, but I don't have a TV. I can't play games or
anything when mom has her boyfriends over."
"Boyfriends? Does she have a lot of them?"
"Yes, lots and lots."
"Maybe you should try to stay over at one of your
friends when that happens."
"It happens every night. Usually they make a lot of
noise. Sometimes one of her boyfriends comes into my
room and looks at me or touches me."
"Touches you?"
"You know, he thinks, I'm asleep and puts his hand on my
chest or on my cunny."
"Do you like that?"
"Maybe I would but mom calls them and they run back to
her. I've told her about them touching me but she
doesn't get mad at them or anything."
When Tina returned, I called over one of the owners and
whispered to him, "I need to talk to this young woman
for about thirty minutes. If you find someone to take
care of the little one for that long, I will be very
appreciative and will pay the "babysitter" very well."
I'm a frequent patron at Dino's and even loaned the
owners some money for remodeling to meet codes and
become compliant with new regulations. Needless to say,
I got great treatment. Chloe was off to tour the kitchen
so she could report on it to her third grade class.
"Tina, we don't have much time, before Chloe comes back.
How much do you need to keep your car, house, insurance
and find a job?"
"My car is $400, my car and house insurance is $280 and
my house payment, plus taxes, is $1250 - all that is per
month. So before utilities, food and gas, I need
$2000/month."
"Can you find a job, while taking care of Chloe?"
"Probably not."
"Thanks for being honest. So even a $5000 gift,
probably, won't get you on your feet and solve the
income and job problem."
Tina's eyes lit up like the wheels on a slot machine.
"I remember your problems with Child Services. Are you
past those now?"
Her facial expression dimmed noticeably, "No, they still
want me to be "Mom" more."
"And you want to be free and party more?"
"That's pretty crude but I guess that's right."
"Drink all of the wine in your glass. Bite the end of
your napkin; stay very quiet; do not react until you
really consider everything I say."
Tina nodded "Yes" reluctantly.
"I will help you on certain conditions. You are a self-
centered woman who really does not want to be a mother.
You put me down many times when you worked at my company
and did not know I owned it. Your daughter is a doll and
she deserves more. I would never hurt her. I'll give you
$5000 for her to spend the next two weeks with me, no
questions asked."
The first look from Tina's eyes was shock but then it
moved to calculating and cold.
"What would you do to her?"
"Are you trying to negotiate with me? Your telephone
call was long earlier. I'm guessing you have a date
tonight and will be trying to get some money from your
john?"
Her eyes flashed with hatred.
"What were we discussing? Oh, yes, your immediate need
for $5000 to save your car and house, find a paying job
and keep Social Services off your back. How were you
going to insult me this time, Tina?"
I watched her emotions melt into harsh reality. Chloe
was an asset she had not considered. She didn't have a
sitter tonight, Chloe would complain and her date would
not want a eight year old around. Truth-be-known, Tina
did not know who Chloe's father was.
"Tina, I need to get going. Your tiny sexy body and your
pheromones have always attracted me. However, you have
shot me down enough that I no longer trust you. There
are twenty-two days left in this month. Chloe will come
back to you happy, excited, more knowledgeable and with
new everything. As your "good friend," I am helping you
have the time to get your life together, find a job and
catch up on your bills. I'll give you $7,500 to leave
her with me for the rest of this month, starting now."
"Can I call her and check on her?"
"Today is Thursday. You can call her next Wednesday.
Then you can call her on Sunday and Wednesday nights,
but you cannot quiz her or pressure her to come home
early."
"What could you do, if I did?"
"You'll discover this is a good deal for you and Chloe.
She will enjoy herself. You'll probably want to do it
again for more money. You might even refer another one
of your other "mom" friends for a finder's fee. Don't
play by the rules and I'll send her home early. You'll
have a short term gain but we won't work together ever
again. Like you said, "The economy is bad." There are
other women I can help."
Tina was trying to justify in her mind what she had
already decided to do. I helped when Chloe returned,
"Chloe, your mom has a chance for work for the next
three weeks. She is afraid to tell you. If it works out,
you can go back home and stay at your house, your mom
can keep her car and you can keep going to the same
school. But you get to decide, because she believes you
are not a big enough girl for her to go away for three
weeks. You would have to stay with me. Tonight, we can
go to the zoo and see the baby animals.
"Tomorrow, we can go horseback riding. This weekend, you
can go shop for new clothes. I know lots of fun things
we can do until your mother gets off work. But you have
to decide, if she can go away for three weeks. You can
talk with her twice a week on the telephone and the time
will pass very quickly. She is afraid to ask you."
I stayed out of the conversation. I wasn't needed. Tina
had taken the role of convincing her daughter that this
was their only hope for survival. Uncle Greg could make
everything right, if only she (Chloe) could be a big
girl for three weeks and do everything I said.
Chloe and I had already hit it off. She wasn't a hard
sell. She liked all the adventures I offered.
I put together a hand written "Power of Attorney" for
Tina to sign so I could act in her behalf in all matters
as they related to Chloe and had Tina sign it in front
of two good witnesses. She was in a hurry to leave and
did not want to listen to my scenarios of health, pick-
up from school, etc. Chloe was not surprised. She was
used to her mother not having time for her. In fact,
Chloe was more interested in telling me about her
kitchen tour as her mother left.
Chloe was excited and tired when we got to my house
late, about nine. She had enjoyed the royal treatment at
the zoo and holding the baby animals.
"Chloe, you do not have any clothes here. You start your
bath and I'll take each piece of your clothing and write
down its size so I'll know how to help you shop. When
you get into the tub, I'll start the wash to clean what
you have on. You can wear one of my t-shirts as a night
gown tonight. Is all of that, OK with you? I know you
are having to be a big girl very fast."
The little angel was not shy. She stripped in front of
me while the tub filled. She liked the bubbles from the
Neutogena and the make-shift floating toys I gathered
for her. I kept telling her how special she was and how
beautiful I thought she was. She might have been
embarrassed by my praise but it did not show. She was
enamored by all the newness, the big opulent house and
all the attention. She was warm, tired and sleepy by the
time I returned from getting her wash started.
"You look so tired. Can I help you bathe and get you to
bed?"
Chloe just nodded. So did my cock. My hands were
trembling. I was about to touch the first child in my
long life of disciplined denial of my true nature.
"I don't know where that old wash cloth is. I'll just
wash you with my hands."
I washed every inch, crack, pleat, toe and dimple on her
body. Each spot seemed to warm in my hands and press
softly into my fingers. When I had her stand and pulled
the tiny hood back and bathed her clit, her hips worked
into my finger tips. When I had her bend forward and
washed her tight wrinkled pucker, she did not resist
when my finger slipped into her. In fact, she pushed
back and took it to the second knuckle.
No words were spoken but she was very still while I
washed her clit again, fingered the crack of her pussy
and pushed a finger from my other hand into her asshole.
She was enjoying it all when I stopped and asked, "Does
everything feel clean now. I've never bathed another
person before. You will have to tell me how to do it
right."
Chloe's little body was tired, still she directed me to
wash a little more, both front and back, and then make
sure all the soap was washed away. She was almost asleep
when I laid her down on the queen bed in the first guest
room. A faint voice pleaded with me as I turned off the
light, "Uncle Greg, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I'm
afraid in here."
I had no chance to say, "No."
She snuggled under the comforter in the king sized bed
in my master bedroom. She did not reply when I said,
"You rest. I'll only be in the bathroom. I'm dirty and
have to take a shower too."
My heart pounded as I decided not to jack off in the
shower. I did everything, as if I were going on a date.
I brushed my teeth, flossed, used mouth wash, checked my
privates and my ass. Every hair was in place when I
slipped nude under the comforter on my side of the bed.
I was afraid, yet, I pulled Chloe's back to me. She
snuggled into the warmth and did not respond to my cock
pushing between her thighs and throbbing against her
soft belly. She did not object when my hands slipped
under her night shirt to rub her puffy nipples gently.
I slipped her night shirt over her head and had a
completely nude eight year old girl's skin touching my
chest, her legs pressed tightly on either side of my
raging cock and my arms pulling her to me. My nose
buried into her hair. I inhaled. My lips kissed her neck
and I tasted her shoulders with my tongue. My entire
body was trembling when I thrust and came onto her belly
and thighs. Chloe giggled. We both slept.
I had twenty-two days to possess her and know her body.
I had twenty-two days to open her. I had twenty-two days
to teach her, give her climaxes and lick the wetness
from her hairless eight-year old pussy. I had twenty-two
days for my cock to empty into her mouth, her pussy and
her bowels.
Per our plan, we skipped school on Friday. I let Chloe
pick the restaurant for breakfast. She only knew
MacDonald's and Denny's. She apologized for picking
Denny's because it was so "expensive." Seems it was her
favorite place because it sent her a free breakfast card
for her birthday, just a few months ago.
At the riding stables, Chloe was not afraid of the
horses and quickly graduated from Shetlands. She was
impatient to get out of the corral. We took a short
guided trail ride late in the morning, had a picnic
lunch on top of a cliff and rode back to the stable. My
ass was sore but the stable gave her the option of
leading me and her teacher along a two mile circular
trail. My ass would have to endure. Her enthusiasm could
not be denied. Chloe was still on adrenalin for a quick
stop at the mall for pajamas and a pizza but crashed
before we got out of the mall parking lot.
Bath time was like the night before. Chloe was even more
tired. I dressed her in her new pajamas and put her into
the guest room and went to shower. She was in my king
sized bed, almost asleep and nude when I came out. She
backed into me, grabbed my hand and pulled it around her
to rest on her belly. This is what she wanted; now she
was asleep. I was tired and caring about the little
squirt. My cock did not rage like the night before. I
went to sleep, protecting my treasure.
As we cooked together the next morning, Chloe asked,
"Are you really going to take me to the mall and buy me
clothes today?"
"Sure."
"The same mall as last night?"
"If you want to go to that mall."
"Oh yes, but won't that cost a lot of money?"
"I want to get you nice clothes. You're worth it, aren't
you?"
She smiled and looked very smug.
"What is it?"
"I've never had nice clothes like the other girls at
school. Sometimes they have said mean things about me
wearing pajama bottoms, not having socks or my shirt
being dirty."
I turned so she could not see my tear, "Well, at least
for a while, after today, you will not have that
problem."
"Why for just a while?"
"Because you are growing up. Your new clothes will not
fit in a few months."
Chloe was an appreciative, happy, bubbly delight. I even
went in to the dressing rooms with her a few times. She
noticed the lump in my pants when she was down to
panties a couple of times but she kept going like a
world class shopper.
We got home early enough to bathe and settle down to
watch TV for a while before bedtime that night.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"No, no girlfriend."
"You should have one. You are nice and have a big house.
You could have kids and everything."
"I always worked too much to meet a girl who wanted to
be my girlfriend. Besides I would not know what to do
with a girlfriend but I have dreamed about having a
family."
"Mom has lots of boyfriends. I see them kissing, hugging
and stuff. Lots of times they do not know I am watching
them."
"Well, if you think it is a good idea, I'll try to find
a girlfriend, but I don't know what to do. Maybe you can
teach me what boyfriends and girlfriends do, during your
stay with me."
"I could do that."
I looked very worried, very sad and then almost
whispered, "Thank you for being so nice, but we had
better not do that."
"Why not? Are you too shy?"
"I don't think I would be too shy with you but grownups
are not supposed to do things like that with people who
have not grown up yet. I could get into a lot of trouble
and the whole world would be mad at me."
"I won't tell. We'll have a secret. I can teach you to
kiss."
"You only saw your mom. How can you teach me to kiss?"
"Two of her boyfriends have kissed me and I have
practiced with my friend Karen. It is a lot of fun."
"Ok, but only, if it can be our secret. How do we start
learning to kiss?"
My rented angel, in her new night gown, slippers and
robe, took the lead. The robe and the slippers hit the
floor about the time she straddled my flannel lounging-
pants encased hard cock. Her lips and tongue went
directly to work without preliminaries. Her eagerness
was exciting. She liked to suck my tongue and liked hers
sucked even more.
Somewhere, Chloe had learned to thrust her hips to rake
her clit against things that made it feel good. After I
adjusted my rock hard cock to lie straight up toward my
belly button, her thrusts were working very well for
her. She had already shown me that her slightly puffy
breasts liked to be rubbed gently. It wasn't long before
her breathing was ragged.
I asked her, "What else do boyfriends and girlfriends
do?"
"We have to go to the bedroom and take off all our
clothes. Then I can show you."
While we gathered up her clothes and headed toward my
bedroom, I asked her, "Do you ever touch your pussy and
make it feel good." I didn't think she would understand
or answer. She pulled a favorite female trick and
answered my question with a question, "Do you?"
"I don't have a pussy, but sometimes I play with my
cock. But that is different."
"Why? I've seen my mom use her hands and her mouth and
her pussy to play with her boyfriends. Sometimes they
squirt white stuff when she plays with their cocks."
"That's what I meant about being different. I didn't
think you knew about that. You wouldn't want to play
with me if I squirted…………Would you?"
"Sure, I think it would be neat."
"Can I play with you down there, the same way?"
By now we were in the bedroom and Chloe was nude. I was
about to die because my cock was so hard and my heart
was pounding out of my chest. I had a massive tent in my
pants but stood before Chloe with no shirt or shoes. I
wanted to see how far she and Karen had gone together,
"I'm embarrassed. Can you teach me to play with you
first?"
It must be natural. Chloe lay back onto my bed and
reached for me. We went back to kissing but my hands
were more free on her body. Her hips rose to increase
the pressure of my slippery fingertips on her clit. When
her eyes closed, I let my mouth drop slowly to her
pussy. My tongue licked from her pretty pucker, through
her slit and tickled around her little button. Her tiny
body arched and she held her breath.
I licked and played with the tight lips. She got wetter
and wetter. I opened her and saw her hymen was now only
a ring, mostly intact with a few tears. I sucked at the
shinny little pearl. She gasped. It was a little after
eight. I stopped and asked, "Is this all right? Is this
like a boyfriend does?"
She gasped, "Yes" and pulled my head back between her
legs as they spread wider for me.
I had no idea, if an eight year old could cum but I gave
her all my attention and theoretical sexual skills
acquired on the internet. Her legs wrapped around my
head and her heels pulled me into her. Even at eight she
was a noisy lover. Her little body was not finished. It
did not come all the way back down from her high. She
suffered through her tenderness. In a couple of minutes,
she grasped my hair, used me through another climax and
tried to curl around my head.
I kept working on her. Without warning, like a coiled
spring she arched backward. If she were not holding my
head, I swear she would have flung me off the bed. Her
sound was a mighty and deep growl starting in her belly
and escaping loudly out of her mouth. Her pussy pushed
out nectar for me. I licked it up and swallowed every
drop. Chloe rolled to one side and I slipped up to hold
her, kiss her face and tell her how wonderful she was. I
told her how beautiful her body was and how much I liked
the taste of her pussy when she climaxed and the juices
that came from inside her.
I was quiet and covered up. Chloe was asleep. For maybe
an hour and a half, I tried to go to sleep. I did doze,
but my unsatisfied cock was keeping me awake. I had
decided to take care of myself and tried to slip my arm
from under her head. Her body scooted against my side,
asleep I thought, but her right hand closed around my
cock and gently began to work it up and down. My moan
was real. She took it as encouragement and pushed our
covers off.
For the next ten minutes, I was examined. Chloe even
turned on the bedside lamp and had me turn so she could
roll my balls in her hand. When she saw a drop on the
tip of my cock, I told her, "Rub it. It is slippery. I
guess a boyfriend's slipperiness and his girlfriend's
slipperiness are supposed to make his cock slide inside
her easier."
Chloe played with the pre-cum that I seemed to be
pumping out copiously. I watched her wet fingertips go
to her lips and her tongue flick out to taste it. She
sucked her fingers. I stayed quiet. Her hand continued
to jack my cock up and down but soon I felt her tiny
lips stretch over the head of my cock. I moaned in pure
pleasure. Her eyes looked up at me. I was watching her,
"That is the best feeling I have ever had. You are so
beautiful with the head of my cock in your mouth."
"My mom does this all the time for her boyfriends. She
swallows when they squirt in her mouth."
"You wouldn't have to do that for me. You could just
keep rubbing me and I would squirt. But please don't
stop sucking and licking me yet. I hope you felt this
good when I licked you."
Chloe had a purpose now. She had to be as good as her
mother and give me as much pleasure as I had given her.
She was tired but happy from her day of shopping. Now
she was being a big girl, kneeling between my legs, bent
over with my cock in her mouth. Just like her mother.
Chloe knew how to use her hands, getting them well lubed
and even twisting them in opposite directions around the
ridge of my helmet. She had me groaning and pleading.
She even knew to back off to torture me and slow me down
to make me last longer.
I pleaded with my teacher, "Please, Chloe make me cum.
Your hands have me ready and my cock is getting
sensitive. Do whatever your mom does to make her
boyfriends cum."
Still she twisted her hands around my shaft. My body
tossed from side to side and I moaned in tortured
pleasure. Her little mouth stretched over the head of my
cock and I could barely speak, "Oh my God, Yes, Chloe.
That's so good."
She did not stop. In another half minute I told her,
"I'm about to cum. Maybe you want to take me out of your
mouth." But she didn't. My body arched so all my weight
was on the back of my neck and my heels. My cock got so
hard it hurt. My balls tightened and I came into a
child's mouth for the first time.
I laced the back of Chloe's mouth with cum for the first
time. She swallowed for the first time and kept working
through my climax. I could not inhale, relax or speak. I
became so tender I had to get her off my cock. She
sucked hard to pull the last cum out of my already
softening shaft.
I snatched her up into my arms, hugged her and told her
how wonderful she was. I added, "You have to be the best
girlfriend in the world. I have never felt anything that
good." I covered her with kisses and held her.
I held her and snuggled with her. She was almost asleep
when I said, "You let me cum in your mouth and swallowed
it. That was wonderful. Thank you for doing that for
me."
"You let me cum in your mouth and kept licking me until
I came two more times."
"That's because you taste so good. I love how you taste
when you cum."
Her voice was only a mumble, "I like how you taste too."
Sunday we went to Six Flags. We were both tired. We
bathed together, snuggled nude and went to sleep. The
next morning we worked together to get her breakfast and
her off to school.
"Chloe I have something very serious to talk to you
about."
"I know. We have a secret. I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you. I love you living here with me. You are
teaching me what boyfriends and girlfriends do. And we
are doing lots of fun things together and going places.
I would like to tell the world about how wonderful you
are but I don't want to go to jail."
Her little arms went around my neck. She gave me a half
kid and half grown-up kiss and said, "Don't worry, I
like what we do. I know how to keep a secret."
I drove her to school that morning. Armed with my Power
of Attorney, I explained Chloe would be staying with me
for three weeks and why. This kind of thing must happen
often. I gave them my address, phone numbers, a copy of
my driver's license and a copy of my Power of Attorney.
They told me where and when to pick up Chloe.
For the next few days, Chloe's and my life was filled
with school work and our routine of doing something for
fun, bathing and her getting me to practice being her
touching, oral and snuggling boyfriend. Chloe cried
after her call with her mother. She had so much to tell
her but mom was busy and couldn't talk long. On the
speaker phone I could tell Tina was pretty drunk – it
was only seven p.m.
I helped, no, I actually I did most of Chloe's homework
that night. She needed to snuggle and feel loved. She
picked a Disney movie and we watched it together. She
was quiet on Thursday. Friday night she asked if we
could watch another movie. In fact, she picked the same
one, "Aladdin."
We bathed. I lay mostly on the couch in my robe and she
mostly lay on top of me. I read; she watched the movie
and wiggled around a lot. My cock was half hard with ten
minutes or so to go in the movie. Chloe opened her robe
and mine too so our bodies would touch. She trapped my
cock between her thighs and tight against her pussy. She
liked the story. They would live "happily ever after."
Her week had exhausted her. Her stress and
disappointment from her call with her mother added
greatly to her tiredness. When I carried her to bed she
asked, "Do you think they stayed together and had kids."
"I know they did. They had four and they went on
picnics, rode horses and went to the beach. Everyone was
happy and filled with love. Even though they were
married they stayed like girlfriend and boyfriend their
whole life. And their kids knew how to be happy like
that too."
Chloe snuggled extra close that night and we slept
through until the morning sun lit the bedroom. I was
being lazy. My morning piss hard was lobbying to get up
when my little bedmate straddled my thighs, worked her
hips forward and mashed my rock hard shaft down against
my belly. Immediately, I felt her wetness and the lips
of her pussy spread to slide up and down along my cock.
She had been a busy girl. Her fingers were damp when
they gripped the skin over my nipples to hold herself in
place.
"You are my boyfriend."
"And you are my girlfriend."
"So we should have sex and babies."
"Your body on mine like this is close to heaven. There
is nothing that I would like more than to push inside
you, give you great pleasure and leave a baby growing in
your belly. But you are a little too young to have
babies. First you have to start having monthly periods.
Do you know about those?"
"A little. All month an egg gets ready inside a girl to
make a baby but the egg is only good for two weeks. If
that egg doesn't get sperm on it, before it goes bad, it
has to be flushed out so the girl's body can get ready
for a new fresh egg."
"You are very smart. That is a good description. Have
you seen some of the older girls or your mother, have to
use pads or tampons when the old egg is flushed out with
a lot of blood?"
"Yea, I know about that and that some girls get cramps
and have to go home from school."
"Until your body starts having monthly cycles with fresh
eggs, you cannot get pregnant and have a baby."
"Some girls still have sex with their boyfriends."
"Yes they do, but they can't get pregnant until their
body starts releasing eggs. Even then, sometimes it
takes lots of tries for a girl to get pregnant. Some
women try for years and some get pregnant the very first
time."
Through all our talk, Chloe kept up a gentle thrust. I
watched as her eyes closed and her mouth hung open. Her
breath became ragged. She very selfishly used the back
of my cock and masturbated her clit. I watched and
waited. She cried out and came wetly, still trying to
stay upright. As her breath returned to normal, I could
tell her mind was working a mile a minute.
Chloe did not say a word but brought one foot up so it
rested flat on the bed. She used that foot to lift her
body up a few inches over me. The fingers from her right
hand closed around my cock and she used the head of my
cock to rub all about her tender clit. I thought, "Now
I'm a sex toy for an eight year old."
Twice she had to change her grip because her wetness and
mine kept letting my shaft slide through her fingers.
She must have remembered our wetness talk. For the first
time, I felt her use the head of my cock to spread her
pussy's lips and gently stretch into her virgin opening.
I did not stop her, but I did say, "You have some thin
tissues just inside your pretty pussy. The first time
you push me into you, they will tear and it will hurt
for a minute or two. Then you can slip me all the way
into you. There are many ways we can play, after that,
to make each other feel very good. Be careful, you might
still be too small to take my cock inside you."
Chloe understood, still she lowered her hips. The
pulsing helmet of my cock spread her lips and stretched
her just far enough for most of the head to be inside
her. I knew she was feeling the stretching pain caused
by it wanting to burst through her protective ring.
She lifted ever so slightly to stop the pain, "Is that
my hymen?"
"Yes."
"Some people call it a cherry?"
"Yes. I've licked yours many times. It isn't very thick
and doesn't have strands all the way across. Still it
will hurt the first time."
"I want to feel you inside me."
"I want that too but when you are ready. When your body
is ready. Your cherry is one of the greatest gifts you
can ever give and you can only give it once."
Again she pressed down. More of me stretched into her.
The tightness was incredible. She pushed harder. Tears
formed in the corners of her eyes. She let up again,
looked at me through her wet eyes and said, "Help me. I
want you inside me."
My judgment evaporated, my heart went out to her. I sat
up a little and said, "Kiss me wet and deep."
Her arms went around my neck. Mine went around her
chest. I felt her tense and then relax to say she was
ready. When my arms tightened, she pushed down to do her
part. I scrunched her down hard and quickly. I felt
little resistance on my cock but Chloe cried out and
clung to me. I did not even breathe wanting to be still
and not hurt her. Slowly her right hand left my neck and
trailed down between our bodies.
There was a slight gasp from her when she felt that half
of my cock was imbedded in her young body. Chloe leaned
back and kissed me lovingly. At the same time she
ventured a thrust with her hips. It probably stung but
it did not hurt so she did it again. First pulling back
and then pushing. We both felt more of me slip into her
tight sheath. We waited for her to stretch and be
comfortable with "this more" of me.
She leaned forward and discovered that at the right
angle, they drug her clit along to top of my shaft,
instead of how she had used the bottom of it before. She
found the right depth to molest her g-spot with the tip
of my cock before it slipped on past and then lodged in
her yet un-stretched tightness. Somewhere during these
thrusts, Chloe discovered her body's power over me. She
could see that she could make me struggle and fight not
to lose control from her movements. She liked how I felt
in her, how her body felt but she liked knowing she had
a woman's power in her young body.
Her thrusts had taken me beyond madness. My only logical
thought was not to cum, hold out, so Chloe could feel
pleasure first. Before I succeeded, I cried out
something like, "Yes, Chloe, yes. I can't wait, your
body is magic." I thrust up wildly and began to shoot
ropes of cum in every direction within her immature
womb. I knew she was holding on tight, riding me and
thrusting.
I died for a few moments. When I was resurrected, Chloe
was in the full throws of a woman's orgasm. Her cunt was
sucking my cock; her body was convulsing; her thighs
sought to capture me and her lungs were searching
noisily for breath.
I held my treasure while more ripples of pleasure ran
through her. My cock danced and lurched in her now open
body. Her fingers kept checking that I was fully inside
her and her hand squeezed around my cock to assure it
was still hard. I had a ten year old who was a virgin
fifteen minutes ago, willingly impaled on my cock. She
thrust into me to feel the fullness, tease her super
sensitive clit and feel me move inside her. Softening
was totally impossible for me. I imagined going to the
ER with her stuck on me. The thought was funny but the
exquisite feeling of her learning to have a man inside
her was worth my life.
Chloe's inexperienced muscles were tired but her body
did not want to quit just yet. I rolled over on top of
her and slid my body down to suck our combined wetness
away and bring her pleasure. Her thighs settled tightly
over my ears and her heels dug into my back.
I pushed a finger to her magic spot and rubbed it as I
sucked and licked her. I had read about grown women
risking everything, going for the brass ring and crying
out when all that mattered was pleasure. Chloe's scream
was so beautiful that tears rolled down my face. Her
body was too young and resilient to pass out, but it was
deathly still.
"Do you trust me, Chloe?"
"Yes."
I rolled her over onto her stomach. I put two pillows
under her abdomen. I spread her ass cheeks and licked at
her little pucker. She tensed and then pushed back so my
tongue could push into her. My thumb pushed into her
cunt and my fingers worked her clit while I gave her my
first, but world class rim job. I got her close twice
but slowed. Her hips pushed pack, pleading not to be
frustrated.
My knees only had to part a little to spread her legs
wide. The head of my cock slipped easily into her pussy.
She pushed back, taking all of me and feeling my shaft
rake along her clit, while it stretched into her pre-
teen body. She recoiled when I went too deep and drove
into her cervix. After that I was careful.
Chloe's ass liked my thumbs. Her pussy liked my
thrusting cock. At first her body was too tired to move
but it moaned to encourage me to keep humping into her.
I noticed a small blood spot on the sheets and some
streaks of red in our combined juices as they painted my
cock and the lips of her newly opened pussy. Her gift
was too much for my mind to comprehend. I looked up her
body and it looked so small, so lovely, so wonderful and
so totally, mind-blowingly, sexually attractive.
This time was for me. My intelligence devolved to below
"caveman." I was only a male animal taking what nature
had given me. I heard the female under me cry out in
pleasure. I felt the female under me tighten her female
muscles around my maleness to demand my sperm. None of
that mattered. I needed to cum.
My body arched; my balls tightened; my thighs trembled;
my hands stretched the female's ass cheeks wide; I
regretted not being in her ass; pleasure flooded my body
and my cock convulsed, pouring life into the young
girl's body fitted around and willingly sucking sperm
from me.
To be continued?
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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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