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Angie, Part Three
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Angela
Part Three
She shifted carefully but it was enough to wake me from my light
doze. "I'm kind of hungry...still."
"Oh...sure." I took a deep breath and disentangled myself from her.
I sat up and she climbed to her knees and hugged me from behind. I could
feel her small, hard breasts against my back. When she released me, I
turned and gave her little kiss and slipped my arm around her for a
light hug. "I've got to get you something to wear," I told her. I opened
a dresser drawer and handed her a long, tank-top tee-shirt. It was a bit
large on me; I figured it would be adequate for her.
"I'm all gooey and sticky," she said. "Can I take a shower?"
"Sure."
She scampered off the bed, gave me a peck on the lips and half-
skipped out of the bedroom, leaving me with just an impression of hard,
dimpled little butt-cheeks and bounceless young tits. Seconds later, I
heard the shower running.
I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and padded into the kitchen.
While she showered, I took out the salad-keeper and some cold cuts and
bread, then took down a couple of plates and bowls. I set everything
out, buffet style, on the butcher-block countertop I'd put in, then
added some flatware, a jar of pickles and set out the mustard.
The shower stopped and I heard a toothbrush in use, followed by
gargling. She appeared just as I laid out the paper napkins.
I'd been right about the tank-top. The tee-shirt fell below her
knees and the neckline was so low on her that I could almost see her
nipples. The rest of her torso was completely hidden in the voluminous
folds. With her freshly scrubbed face glowing and her hair pulled back
into a cascading semi-ponytail, she managed to look about nine years
old.
Had I really just fucked, licked and been sucked by this kid? I
began to doubt my own sanity.
Then she came over, wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed
herself against me. All those tight little curves moved against me and I
felt my cock hardening. So did she. She tilted her head back and I
looked down into that lovely young face and saw an ad for Lust, Inc.
"Still hungry?" I asked.
The eyes opened. The smile came on. "Yeah!"
I turned her away from my, to face the buffet. "Help yourself."
She surprised me with her efficiency. She managed to assemble a
ham-and-swiss-and-salami on rye with lots of mustard in a little less
than a minute. She took a bite and scooped out some salad. She took
another bite and a pair of pickles appeared on the sandwich plate.
"Soda and milk and juice in the refrigerator."
"Um-hm." Another bite; the sandwich was half-gone. While she
brought out the ginger ale, I quickly made a ham-and-swiss for myself
and took some salad. By the time she'd poured the ginger ale into a
glass, her sandwich was history. I scooted out of the way while she
assembled a second one. We loaded up a serving tray and I was surprised
that her sandwich survived the trip to the book-strewn living room. I
was also surprised that my self-control survived the trip. She was still
damp from the shower and the tee-shirt was clinging to her ripe little
peach of an ass as she preceded me through the apartment.
She chattered as she devoured the rest of her sandwich. About
school, her friends, a Menudo tour. About the two dance classes she was
taking -- three times a week at an aerobic dance studio and once a week
at a ballet school. She was on her school's gymnastics team. She wanted
to try out for cheerleading. And during all this, she was wiping out her
salad and her pickles.
I'd almost forgotten how much energy a healthy twelve-year-old can
have. Frightening.
She shifted on the couch so her legs were curled and hidden inside
the tank-top. Then she shifted and sat sideways, legs stretched out on
the cushions. Two minutes later, she was sitting forward on the edge of
the couch. Another two minutes and she was sprawled face-down on the
couch.
Which again revealed the now-damp tee-shirt clinging to her
upthrust little buns. I had just finished my salad and was leaning
forward from my reading chair, which is at a right angle to the couch,
to put the plate on the cocktail table.
"Is that all you're going to eat?"
I leaned back in my chair. "Angie, tell me a secret."
She shrugged. "Sure."
"Where did you put all that food? I could barely finish mine and I
weigh almost 200 pounds. You went through twice as much food -- in half
the time, I would note -- and you weigh...What?"
"Seventy-one pounds." She grinned. "I guess I just burn up the
calories!" Her eyes went to my crotch, where the sight of her sprawled
on the couch had caused an outstanding reaction. "Hmmmm -- and I'm still
a little hungry." She licked her lips for effect.
It was effective.
"Wanna go back in the bedroom?"
"Angie..."
"C'mon." She started to get up off the couch. The neck of the tank-
top dipped and her nipples, hard and inviting, came into view. "C'mon,
I'm already getting wet again."
"I want to rinse off in the shower, first."
She was pulling the tee-shirt over her head while she still sat on
the couch. Of course, the shutters were wide open.
"Angie! People will see you from across the street."
"Guess you better hurry with that shower," she said, pinching one
fine little nipple and rubbing her thighs together.
"Angie!"
"Watch this." She rolled sideways, lay back full-length on the
couch and then did a slow-motion sit-up. When she stopped, her forehead
was on her knees. She parted her legs, reached between with both arms
and grabbed her calves. Then she rolled onto her back, hooked her elbows
behind her knees and balanced on her butt, rocking. Right below her
pretty face was her lovely, hairless pussy, all glistening and pink.
Below that was her tightly stretched ass cheeks and between them, the
tiny pink pin-hole of her anus.
"Give you any ideas?" Then she giggled.
I was across the three feet to the couch in about three-fifths of a
second. I bent and planted a kiss on her mouth, then a long slow lick on
her nearby lower lips and then lightly tongued her asshole.
"Oh, yeahhhhh...."
"Shower." I hurried out of the room as I heard her groan. I was in
and out of that shower in less than five minutes. I ran to the bedroom.
Empty.
"Oh, shit," I said to my own clever self. I grabbed my bathrobe and
pulled it on as I hurried to the living room.
Sure enough -- Angie was still in her contortionist's position, and
her fingers were dancing all over her cunt and clit. Her eyes were
closed and her mouth was open as she worked at her slick, shiny little
pussy.
I stepped to the windows and closed the shutters as fast as I could
manage.
"C'mon, c'mon, do me," she was breathing, softly panting the words,
as she did herself. I worked my hands under her back, grabbed her little
ass and lifted her into my arms, with her head against my shoulder.
Cradling her against me that way, I carried her lusty, curled-up,
seventy-pound frame to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. Then I
lowered my lips to her pussy.
"Yes! YES!" she yelped as my tongue hit her clit. She unfolded and
shook as she came. I was still standing at the foot of the bed, bent
over her with my cock waving above her face as I bent to her savory
pussy. The backs of her thighs were resting against the backs of my
arms. I shifted to let her flop her lovely legs on the bed, spread. With
one hand under her and bracing myself on the other, I pulled her ass up
off the bed, keeping my mouth on her delicious little quim. She reached
up to grab my dick and squeeze it, then arched her head back. She
couldn't quite reach it.
Shrugging off the robe, I crawled up on the bed. I took her narrow
little hips in my hands and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me.
The scream-muffling pillow from our earlier sport was against my
shoulder. I wedged it beneath my shoulders so I could rest comfortably,
my head partially raised. I pulled her cunt back down onto my mouth and
resumed my dessert. I slid my hands up to her waist -- which I could
very nearly encircle -- and then to her breasts. Firm and smooth, they
barely filled my palms. I caught her nipples lightly in my fingers as I
continued licking her cunt and clit and she groaned like she was
possessed and mashed her cunt down on me. Her juices were flowing
abundantly, again.
I let her lower her upper body on trembling arms and felt her hair
touch my thigh. Then I felt her gobble my cock. She had her head turned
to one side, laying on my abdomen, and she was just sucking away like a
nursing baby.
I did the same to her little clit, occasionally pausing to push my
tongue as far as I could into the tiny opening of her cunt. She was so
hot by this point that she just lay there, sucking me at one end, and
pulsing into an orgasm every half-minute or so at the other end.
The flow of her juices never slowed and it gave me an idea.
Reaching around the outsides of her thighs with both hands, I let my
fingers do the walking over her taut, tiny ass. My fingertips lightly
grazed in the crevice of those hard little cheeks, then continued
farther, between her thighs. I slowly sank my right index finger into
her cunt. She gripped it inside fiercely, then stiffened and shook
through another orgasm, pausing in her sucking only long enough to try
to scream around my cock.
I withdrew the invader and then sent the index finger of my left hand
inside her -- with the same reaction. But I kept it there, moving it in
and out in time to my licking and lip-nibbling on her cunt and her
prodigiously swollen clitoris. Then I moved my well-slicked right index
finger back up to her asshole.
She tensed slightly when she felt it pressing there, but when her
next orgasm struck and then passed, I pushed it slowly inside, to the
first knuckle. I could feel my other finger working in her tight cunt --
barely. Her ass was so tight that the circulation in my finger was being
restricted.
I pushed it in a little more and she seemed to loosen up a bit --
and then she was rotating her youthful hips. I began working both
fingers in and out of her twin openings, syncopated so that as one went
in, the other came out. Each time, she took more and more of my finger
into her small asshole.
When it was in all the way to the palm, she suddenly tensed all
over. I could feel her yowling on my cock as she came. Her asshole
clenched spastically, in time with her cunt. I pushed the cunt reaming
finger in all the way, too -- but without withdrawing my other finger
from her ass.
She came like a woman having a fit, writhing and humping and
bucking and growling. She abruptly redoubled her sucking on my cock,
vacuuming it as if to vent all the sensations she was feeling. Despite
my two earlier cums, the combination of her flavors, the feeling of her
now nearly constant orgasms on my finger and the feel of her mouth
around my dick were threatening to set me off again.
I pulled my fingers slowly out of her and leaned up to lick first
her cunt, then her asshole. She shook all over. I pulled her off me and
quickly turned her to straddle me. Her expression was crazed as I
lowered her trembling hips over my cock. She could barely hold herself
upright. For what I had in mind, that was okay.
She managed to wedge her tiny, flowing cunt open against the tip of
my cock and held my dick in place until it was lodged there. Then her
arms hung limp as I lowered her onto my dick.
At first I didn't think it was going to fit. She was still spasming
and the fearsome constrictions seemed incessant. Finally I pulled her
hips down a little and my cockhead was going back into that velvet vise
of hers. She groaned, a low sound from deep in her throat, and sank
slowly onto my prick. I let her fall gently forward onto me.
She seemed to have no strength anywhere but inside. Her hips barely
moved, but her cunt muscles kept fluttering on me as her head came to
rest on my chest. I manipulated her legs till she was crouched on her
knees on top of me. Then I grabbed her little hips and began pumping her
up and down on my cock, using just the strength of my arms.
She made hardly any sound at all now -- if you didn't count the
rasp of her breath through her nose and the little grunts of pleasure
each time she did a round-trip on my dick. But I knew she was cumming
all the time because of the way her pussy was clenching on me.
My arms gave out pretty quickly, but the effort had brought me back
from the brink of ejaculation, as I'd hoped, despite the sensation of
her pre-teen quim sucking hotly on my cock. I rolled her onto her back,
turning with her to keep my rigid prick inside her. Her arms, limp, fell
wide apart to either side of her.
I looked down as I began slowly pumping her again. Her face was
slack, except for occasional tightenings that matched the movements of
her pussy on me. Her nipples were swollen like the tips of Hershey's
Chocolate Kisses -- dark and sharp-pointed and perfectly defined. I
looked lower, to where her up-tilted hips were caught in my grip. When I
pressed into her, I could see her abdomen bulge, and watched the
rippling of her firm muscles as she clenched down on me and came.
My dick was soaking wet and looked monstrous sliding in and out of
those hairless, pubescent pubes. Her cunt lips were stretched around my
shaft and seemed to be coating my cock. Her clit was clearly visible,
protruding above her stretched-thin cunt lips like a little beacon.
I lifted her right leg high and turned her as if she were spitted
on my cock. She lay limp, hips rolling gracefully, as I turned her over
the rest of the way onto her belly. Lifting her hips with one hand, I
stuffed the pillow under her. I lowered myself slowly, nearly covering
her, letting my weight drive my cock into her upturned pussy until I
felt her hard little ass against my abdomen and my knees outside of
hers.
Moving only my hips, I began thrusting in and out of her, long,
slow, loving strokes that changed in angle and speed just enough to keep
hitting her from new directions. She began to moan again, loudly, with
each push, but she seemed only to have enough strength to press her hips
up at me to meet me. I bent as much as I could to kiss her under her
right ear.
"Feel good, baby?"
Her eyes opened just a slit. I don't think she could see me. "I
just can't stop cumming," she whispered, barely audible. "It just
doesn't stop..." She sounded as if she were a long way off.
"I want to get in your ass now, okay?"
"Anything, anything, just keep fucking me..."
Without interrupting my rhythm, I reached to the dresser and found
the tube of lubricant. I levered my upper body upright, pulling my knees
up alongside and outside of her hips. I kept pumping her, slowly, as I
broke the seal on the tube and squirted some of the gel onto my fingers.
I reached down and pushed the tip of one finger into her ass and felt
her cunt get crazy on my now-motionless cock.
I worked the finger farther into her. She pushed her ass up, taking
it slowly -- but without pause. The pressure on my cock was becoming
unbearable. I began moving the finger in and out of her ass as I slowly
withdrew my prick from her cunt. It came out with a loud smacking sound
and bobbed angrily above her butt. She was still rolling her ass up and
around on the invading finger while I squirted a big doze of the
lubricant all over my dick. Even the coolness of the gel couldn't chill
my lust as I took my finger from her butt.
I looked down at her ass. It could have been an apple with a narrow
cleft, it was so small and round and hard. I put the head of my cock
against her tiny asshole and began pushing. Angie moaned loudly and
pulled her arms in under her chest, her hands on her shoulders. She
waggled her little ass slowly from side to side, arching in all
different angles and pushing up at me.
I watched her asshole give grudging way, expanding little by little
as my fat cock pried at her little bud. The sensation was like nothing
I'd ever dealt with before. I could tell she was trying to relax her
sphincter, because it would seem to give way, stretching -- and then
suddenly it would flutter on my glans, which didn't seem to be more than
a third of the way in her.
I pulled back, grabbed the tube of lubricant and put it against her
ass and squeezed about half the gel on, in and around her asshole.
"'s cold," she mumbled.
I put my cock against her asshole again and pushed. She moaned
again and began moving her little ass around and hunching it up at me. I
felt the stricture moving back on my knob and rolled my hips at
different angles until, suddenly, her ass just seemed to suck the glans
into her.
"AAuuuuuuuugghhhh..." Her cry started out loud and high and trailed
down soft and low, almost a continuous grunt. She lay there shivering
beneath me, ass taut with the strain of holding perfectly still. Big,
bright beads of sweat appeared all over her back and shoulders.
I put my face close to hers and whispered, "Honey, we can stop this
if it's hurting you too much -- "
She managed to shake her head against the pillow. She was deeply
flushed and her nostrils were flaring with her breathing. "Doesn't
hurt ... Just feels -- scary? Yeah, something so big in there, pushing
in, stretching so much. Go slow?"
I kissed the side of her mouth. "Say the word and we stop."
"Do me. Starting to feel kind of okay."
I pushed slowly down into her, by cautious fractions of an inch.
Her rectum was gripping my cock like some kind of very hot vise. Her
sphincters continued fluttering, but less frequently as she got the hang
of relaxing. When I was about a third of the way into her, she gave a
little yelp and I froze.
"E-e-easy," she half-sobbed.
I almost pulled out right then and there. This was obviously a
strain for her. While I thought it over, she got impatient and moaned,
"C'mon, fuck my ass!"
I resumed the reaming and when I had almost five inches of cock
throbbing in her tight anal grip, she began a low growling noise that
rose in pitch and volume as I sank the last inch or so into her against
a strange, increasing resistance that was like an elastic pressure. When
my abdomen was pressed tight against her hard little ass and my pubic
hair was flattened into the shallow crevice of her butt she started
panting, harder and louder -- and then tensed up and came! Her asshole
closed around the base of my cock so tightly that I thought she was
going to pinch it off right there. She shook beneath me.
"Ooooohhh fuuuuuu--ck!" she howled into the pillow, hips jerking.
I tried pulling back just a little and pressing into her again. Her
ass had loosened just enough for me to stroke -- with effort -- and that
odd last inch of resistance was still there against my knob. She grunted
when I twitched still deeper in her. I stroked again, a little longer
movement -- maybe two inches -- and she was pushing her baby butt up to
meet my plunge. I increased the length of the next stroke and slowed the
insertion and she jerked her ass up at me to take me in faster -- and
held her ass back against me, grinding for more.
"Put your hands on your little puss, baby. I want you to do that
while I do you!"
She worked her hands down between her cunt and the pillow under the
slender hips I was gripping and pulling a little higher. I looked down
at her tiny butt pressed against me. I could see where my thick, rude
dick disappeared into her fearsomely stretched little asshole and spread
her cheeks for a better look. My hands almost covered her round young
ass. I squeezed that sweet flesh and pulled out till only my glans was
still trapped by her spasming sphincters, then slid slowly allllll the
way back into her steamy depths. I hit bottom just as her fingers got
working on her clit and she came.
She thrashed and groaned and bucked and moaned. I pulled all the
way back again and thrust down into her hard enough to trap her hands
under her, against the pillow.
"I -- I can't take much more!" she wailed. "I can't stop cumming --
It's scaring me to cum like this! Please, cum -- please!"
I held my hips down and flailed at her nymphet ass with short,
quick strokes. Her asshole was gripping the full length of my cock,
spasms running up and down over my dick and ripping away the last of my
self-control.
"Cum -- in -- my -- ass! Cum -- in -- my -- ass!" she chant-grunted
with each reaming, ass-boring thrust. "Now! NOW!" she demanded, and her
orgasm became frightening in its totality. She contracted on me, all of
her, every muscle taut and every part of her shaking. She was sucking in
a long breath with a sound like heavy wool slowly tearing while her
little asshole spasmed and milked at my cock.
"Damn!" I breathed and began pouring my jism into her. Her asshole
was so tight about my cock that again, my spurts were restricted and
turned into one, long gusher of cum that drained ever-so-slowly into her
hot, receptive little ass.
And she could feel it, too, because she shrieked: "It's so fucking
hot! More!"
It felt like I was cumming in her for hours, and then it stopped --
and my dick began a series of wrenching, staccato spurts into her
rectum. I pulled back and drove into her again, sliding in my own cum,
as well as the lubricating gel, and she screamed unintelligibly and came
all the harder. Her scream went higher and softer into the pillow and
then she turned all sinuous and rippling beneath me. Huge, racking
heaves of her small form, driving her hips back and up at me so hard
that she nearly threw me off her. Her legs began to stiffen and then
this seventy-pound twelve-year-old began lifting me off the bed as she
drove her ass up at my erupting cock. I slammed into her as hard as I
could, driving her prone -- back down to the bed -- and loosed the last
semen in my balls in her. My nuts kept jerking as if trying to force-
produce more cum for my still-jerking cock.
She suddenly went limp and I felt awareness drifting while my cock
finally stuttered and stopped trying to do the impossible. I had enough
presence of mind -- and barely enough strength -- to wrap an arm around
her and roll her onto her side with me, cradling her spoon-style against
me.
My cock was still stuffed into her little ass and hadn't lost all
its stiffness, by a long shot; she was so tight that her asshole wasn't
letting all the erection-producing blood escape. And it was still
clenching occasionally. Then I realized that even unconscious, her
fingers still moved between her legs.
We lay like that for a long time. When my dick had finally
shriveled enough, I began pulling it out of her. The movement
reactivated something her and she jerked within my arms, her sphincters
squeezing down on my limp prick. When the glans was almost out, she
squeezed again. My dick stretched out between us like we were having a
tug-of-war. I pushed back toward her a little. Her ass relaxed and I
pulled my cock completely out of her.
My prick was a mess; it looked like it had just been in a small,
virgin asshole. I rolled carefully off the bed and staggered softly into
the shower to clean myself up. I came back with a warm washcloth and a
soft towel. She murmured wordlessly at my ministrations and sighed with
soft, sleepy pleasure, then rolled herself contentedly into my arms,
with her head on my shoulder, and promptly did a great imitation of a
wet washrag, draping herself limply over me.
I lay motionless for a long time, savoring the feel of her against
me, the wonderful warmth and closeness. My cock was a little sore, my
balls ached and I'd rediscovered muscles during our fucking that I'd
long since forgotten I'd had. There wee potential complications that
terrified me about this whole episode -- and I felt good about it. For
sheer, hedonistic pleasure, this was superb. For feeling close and warm
and loving, this was great. For taking responsibility...
Now, *there* was a question.
I ran my hands over the short length of her, from her tender
shoulders to the back of her knees, savoring every square inch in
between. I let my fingers linger, splayed, on her little ass, covering
both cheeks. I let my hands lightly gauge her waist -- could it be so
tiny? I concentrated on the feel of her quickening breasts pressed
against me -- could they really be so small and firm?
I wrapped my arms around her, tiny lover, and held her close. She
murmured wordlessly against the side of my neck and shifted, legs
parting, to straddle my thigh. She sighed softly in her sleep,
contented. I had made love to her and she to me. Whatever might come of
it, we would deal with well and honestly and -- I trusted -- with
maturity.
I was worried more about my maturity than hers. I knew it was a
once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or should be no more than that. But I
wanted it to happen again. I wondered if she wanted it to happen again.
I wondered if it should happen again. Or if she thought it should ever
happen again. Or if anyone else thought it should happen again.
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