“Ohhhhhh, don’t move! It hurts when you move!”
“I have to move to fuck you,” he said.
Then he went wild. He pounded and tore at her little cunt. She passed out from the pain, but still he kept on driving into her.
He drove as deep as he had the length to go. He reamed her sweet pussy with lust and tenderness, his balls tickling her little anus as he plunged into her stretched hole.
It was beautiful. It was truly a dream come true for the boy. He looked down at her beautiful young face and screamed as he felt himself come.
Milt fucked the little girl many times again after that. Eventually she started enjoying it, too. Then she got bigger, with heavy, flopping tits, so he found another girl younger, with small hips, and wee tits. But he never forgot the joy of fucking that first little girl.
He supposed that was why he had married Nancy. She was thirty now, and she still looked like a boy.
And the one in the bathroom, the runaway she looked like a young Nancy, or like the first little girl, or like a little boy.
What was her name? Gigi, she had said.
In a moment she would come out of the bathroom and give him her honey. After that, she would go away. She’d probably find another foolish man who would be willing to give her a loan just for the use of her body for a little while.
Ahhhhh, the younger generation, he mused, they thought nothing of it anymore. Fucking was like a stick of gum, chew it until the flavor’s gone and then get some more.
The bathroom door opened. Milt heard the lock click, and brought his thoughts quickly back to the immediate moment.
She came into the doorway and stopped. He raised his head a bit to look at her. A large toothy grin was slashed across her face.
“My, my,” she said. “Don’t you look ready to go!”
He stared at her. She was carrying a glassful of icecubes in one hand. In the other she held a second glass of faintly steaming water and a washcloth draped over her wrist.
But those weren’t the details he noticed.
Her breasts were beautiful. They were small, not yet grown fleshy and big at the bottom. The areolas were dark pink and took up nearly all the apple-sized tits. Milt knew he could get all of one tit in his mouth, and his cock jumped and throbbed at the thought.
Her hips were very narrow. Like her tits, they had only just started to swell with manliness. Her bones were visible as faint protrusions on each side of her flat tummy. She had a sparse, sandy sampling of cuntal fur. She barely had enough fur to cover her pussy lips. They looked taut and totally unstretched.
He wondered. “You’re not a virgin, are you, honey?”
She smiled. “What do ya think?”
He smiled, fisted his cock, and completed his inspection. Her legs were slender. Her calves were subtly muscled. When his eyes finally came back to her face, her smile had grown. “Like what you’re seeing?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“There’s more and better to come. Wait’ll you see me close up.”
She crossed the room to the opposite side of the bed, and set the glasses and the washrag down on the table.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“Clean you off with,” she said.
“Clean me? I don’t get it.”
“Well, honey… after…” he grinned.
“Oh.”
“Didn’t a girl ever do that for you before?”
“Not wash me, no.”
“Hum.” She made a face. “Well, some girls don’t never wash themselves neither. But I ain’t like that. I like to be all nice and clean. Then they can kiss me just about any place they want to.”
“You mean, eat your pussy?” she said. “Yeah. You like to eat young, unspoiled pussy, don’t ya, daddy?”
“Do you like to suck cock?”
“I asked you first.”
“I’m bigger than you are.”
“I love to suck cock. Most of the time it’s better’n fuckin’. My pussy is small and it hurts when they’re as big as you.”
He smiled again. “Then I like to eat pussy.”
Twelve, he thought, she talked like she was forty. He wondered how many cocks she had sucked in her young life. But it didn’t matter. Her body was good, a little girl’s body… or a little boy’s.
He rolled away from her until he could reach the ash tray and stubbed out his cigarette. When he dropped onto his back again, she was wringing out the washcloth.
“Well,” he said. “There it is. Do it any way you like.”
“There you surely are,” she said, gazing at him appreciatively. “You don’t see cocks like that every day.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys,” he replied, grinning.
“Oh, no, honey. Only to the men.”
She dropped to the bed and folded her calves up under her, edging around until she was kneeling next to him. When she unfolded the washrag and gave it a shake, he felt tiny droplets of warm moisture patter across his stomach.
Then, suddenly, the washrag touched his cock. He could feel her fingers through the cloth.
“We’re gonna have us a whole load of fun,” she said, chanting her words in a gusty, sing-song deep inside her throat. “You got all any girl could ask for, and this gal’s gonna like it, and some more besides. You’ll see, daddy… there’s lots in store for you.” She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. “I’m gonna suck your dick till it’s so hot and hard it can’t help but shoot. Then I’ll taste your cum and drink it down. I’ll even suck your asshole for you, daddy. You’ll like that. You like to have little girls suck your asshole.”
He listened to her as she went on with a smoking description of the fun she had planned, but he wasn’t really paying any attention. The touch of the cloth against him was driving all reason out of his brain. There was nothing for him to do but let the cloth wash against him and let the tingling pleasure mount.
Something changed. He felt a momentary chill, and realized the rag was gone. He was about to open his eyes and look at her when fingers suddenly came to take its place.
Her fingers were slender and warm on his cock, but he could sense a surprising strength in them.
His hands moved down to her knees and then back up again until he was cupping her bare buttocks. “You little devil,” he laughed, and pulled her to him, grinding his hard cock over her belly.
She slid her hand between them until her fingers combed through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his lips.
“You’re big… real big,” she said. “Too big?” he asked.
“Never too big.”
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“Anything,” she replied. “Everything. Whatever you want.” She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. “I’ve never had one this big before.”
“You’ll be ready for it,” he said.
“I’m ready now,” she laughed.
The girl was touching him now with both hands. She crooned on. “Nice honey… sweet honey… all groaning for me… and you’re gonna have me, too… you’re gonna have me, and I’m gonna have you, and we’re gonna have each other.”
The hands stopped, the fingers clenched, sending a bolt of pleasure to him. He could feel the faint needling of her fingernails against his buttocks.
“Poor daddy,” she said. “You don’t have to groan no more. Honey’s gonna take care of you… good care of
