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 Chantelle Mg 12

   It was a boiling hot summer's day when one of my daughter's
schoolfriends returned from a two-year stay in the USA, where she had been
taken for family reasons.  She had come round to visit her friend, my
daughter Caroline.  She had been 12 years old (and looked no more than 10)
when she left  -" a lithe, skinny, bright-eyed and flat-chested little
thing whom I had nonetheless lusted after for her silky-smooth oriental
skin, her gleaming straight hair, and her almond eyes in a gorgeous little
face, which I had often imagined caressing with my erect penis before
gently sliding my throbbing member between her finely delineated lips.

   Chantelle was an exceptionally pretty and intelligent girl, with sharp
wits and a sense of humour that I enjoyed.  She clearly had a mind of her
own and, in our brief chats, I found that she like to talk straight and
tough in a way that differentiated her from other girls of her age.

   Now she was back and had grown into a new type of gorgeousness: her
still super-slender body now presented small jutting titties and her legs,
previously a touch spindly (though I like them like that) had now filled
out just a little bit and were even more enticing.

   Her tight little rear was the size of two shapely grapefruit and looked
to be just as firm, two perfect objects that cried out to be gripped with
lustful fingers and parted to bring into view what would have to be one of
the tightest and loveliest little rosettes ever created.

   I could hardly bring myself to imagine her what she would look like
naked from the front.  Just picturing to myself how her smooth brown
shoulders and arms would frame those two firm titty cones put me in danger
of coming in my pants, let alone allowing my mind's eye to travel down her
beautiful little rounded tummy to the magical V of a tiny cuntlet gently
outlined by its first silken fledge of dark hairs, at the top of two taut
coltish thighs.

   In brief, she was stunningly pretty.  Thanks to her half-Asian,
half-Ukrainian ancestry, she had the dark eyes and rounded face of a
slender Asian, together with the long legs of a Ukrainian lass.  To be
honest, she was to die for.  I prepared myself.

   Yet it turned out that I hardly needed to.  I ate her with my eyes  -"
discretely, I thought  -" on her every visit so it came as a genuine
surprise when the doorbell rang when I was alone in the house one day and I
found the gorgeous Amelia there when I opened it.

   She was wearing a version of the Chanel little black dress with some
slight teen modifications in the form of decorative studs and a few shiny
things.  But the cut was Chanel: it hugged her form in all the right places
from her smooth, bared tanned shoulders, with a scoop neckline low enough
to look nice but not so low as to be a decolletÃ(C).  Her little breasts
perked out in the black sheath like pointy cones while lower down there was
the sweetest little dome of a teen tummy.  Gorgeous thighs, slender but
rounded and deeply tanned, gleamed below the hem of the respectably short
mini skirt.  All in all, a supersexy rich kid look  -" which is exactly
what she was.

   "Mr.  Floralian," she said, "I know Caroline has gone away to her
cousins for the weekend but I wonder if I could come in?"

   "With pleasure," I responded, with the light (and deniable) gallantry I
always tried to show her.  "You're looking lovely as ever today."

   She smiled and glided in, brushing gently against me.  That had not
happened before and it was electrifying.

   She swept in like a miniature lady and sat herself down in her
charmingly imperious way.  Then all in rush, she announced: "Mr. 
Floralian, I'm not an idiot and you shouldn't think I haven't noticed how
you look at me." She waved a peremptory hand to stop me as I prepared to
say something  -" although I had no idea what I could possibly say.

   This looked like trouble but her next words knocked the breath out of
me:

   "But that's quite okay.  I've known you a long time and I think you're
nice.  So I've decided I want you to help me get to know about sex as I
want to be prepared before having anything to do with boys.  And anyway, to
me they all seem crude and stupid.  I'm happier spending time with
grown-ups.  Also I can feel that you like me, so I think it would be nicer
all round if we could have sex together."

   If I hadn't been sitting down, I'd have fallen over.

   But how was I to respond?  Was this a gift from heaven, or a poison pill
that would see me put away for years?  You can want to diddle and fuck 10
to 14 year olds, you can enjoy thinking about such things, you can dream of
really doing it, but what do you when it's actually offered to you on a
plate?

   Then I realised I was lucky.  Chantelle was a smart and logical girl,
and smarts and logic can resolve most problems.

   "That's a wonderful idea and I love it," I said.  "Thank you for
choosing me.  It's true that I think you are beautiful and sexy, as well as
clever and nice.  Of course, you're clever enough to understand that this
could be dangerous for both of us and that it must be kept secret.  In my
case, that's easily ensured, because it would be dangerous for me to
disclose the secret.  So for the sake of fairness, do you agree that we
should think of something to make the situation the same for you?"

   She looked puzzled for only a few seconds.  That's how smart she is. 
"Well yes...  But how?"

   I took out my iPhone.  "How about we make a video of you suggesting this
to me and also saying that your mother regularly helps your father to have
sex with you?"

   "But that's not true!  She doesn't!"

   "That's not the point.  You see, like that, something will exist that
will be as big a problem for you if it gets out as I will have if we do
this and it gets out."

   Chantelle paused briefly for thought.  Nice, logical girl that she was,
she acquiesced.  "Yes, I can see now how that would be fair."

   So we quickly made a brief video in which Chantelle said that for some
time now her mother had been forcing her to have sex with her father, but
that she didn't like it because they were very rough, she now wanted to try
with other men who would be gentle, as she was sure I would be.

   I was relieved.  Possession of this video would be our underage sex
equivalent of mutually assured nuclear destruction.  It was now to both our
advantages that our secret never got out.

   Making the video was also sexually arousing for both of us as I had
encouraged Chantelle to invent details of this imaginary parental abuse and
she had done this with gusto.  It was deeply arousing to see this young
virgin inadvertently disclosing some of her sexual fantasies as she
invented tales of her mother masturbating her, first with fingers and then
with small sex toys before bringing her father to join in.  Chantelle's
inventions had her father covering her whole pussy with his mouth, sucking
on it as he tongued her wetly while his wife helped her rub his cock, which
he then whipped to and fro across her face before driving it deep into her
throat, making her gag dreadfully as he came.  She also told of her
defloration by him, when he simply walked in one night, pulled up her
skirt, ripped her panties off, planted her on the kitchen table and, having
covered his erect dick with some spittle, drove it hard, fast, and
painfully into her virgin cunt, only pulling out to come copiously over her
face.  After this, he walked out, leaving her bleeding and miserable, to be
cleaned up without much sympathy by her mum.

   I picked up on the hints that here was a request list  -" for the same
but more gently.

   And that list coincided exactly with what I had longed to be able to
engage in with this charming and sexy barely teen girl with the body of a
twelve year old.  The fact that I was a little in love with her would be my
secret and my little penance.

   I looked at her with new eyes, my longing no longer concealed, as she
sat on the couch.  Putting down the camera, I moved to sit beside her.

   "Let's start something new and wonderful," I said.  I put an arm round
her and she cuddled closer, her head under my shoulder.

   Ever so gently, I began stroking her her little head.  Her hair was soft
and silken, yet heavy, as Asian hair is.  Her dual heritage had given it
blond streaks and softened it a little: she did indeed have a lovely head
of hair.  Slowly, she raised her face a little, so as to be looking up
slightly.  Looking into her dark brown almond eyes from which tension was
beginning to subside, I caressed her soft cheek, cupping it in my palm,
gently stroking her lips with my thumb.  Chantelle drew in closer as my
hand wandered over her face and her soft, slender neck.  My eyes took in
the gently accelerating rise and fall of her chest and of her gorgeous
little pointy titties under her black dress.  My eyes made love to her
tanned, silky-skinned thighs which at she was crossing and uncrossing as
her arousal grew.

   Suddenly I felt a small hand come to rest on the top of my leg and
gently feel its way up to my erect penis.  She pressed lightly down on it
with her palm, as if to test its springiness before slim, curious fingers
began to feel its outline through the thin linen of my house trousers.  It
was blissful and nearly painful.  Refraining from anything hasty, I
continued to caress her cheek, and, looking lovingly down at her, saw that
her lips were parting involuntarily as they began to engorge with arousal.
It was time to taste them.

   I leant slowly down towards her.  Her lips parted a little further in
expectation.  Placing my lips on hers, I inhaled her aphrodisiac scent of
little girl and felt my dick jerk under her hand.  She took it away  -" but
not away-away: Chantelle's little hand wanted under my waistband! 
Interrupting my cuddle for the briefest of moments, I quickly pulled the
drawstring closure to loosen it.  With a gentle touch, the little hand
closed around my shaft.  The sensation was exquisite and I reacted by
pressing my lips just a little harder against hers and gently inserting my
tongue between them.  I had wondered if this would be strange for
Chantelle, but no, she parted her mouth still more and a timid teen tongue
came forward to meet mine.  She tasted even better than her scent had
promised.

   We kissed and kissed as she gently held my cock in her hand, learning
her way around it with nearly unbearably soft little tugs.  With our lips
still pressed together, nuzzling wetly and sexily as her fine-grained
tongue and my rougher one played against each other, I took a moment to
slip my trousers down over my hips so that Chantelle could have better
access.  Since I was lying back on the couch, my engorged member flipped up
against my stomach, where Chantelle's hand soon found it again and began
rolling it gently to and fro.

   Opening her eyes, which had been closed while we kissed, Chantelle spoke
with her little ruby lips so close to mine that they touched on the
plosives: "Let me see."
Moving to be more upright, she positioned herself in such a way that she
was slightly leaning over me with both hands free to play with me.  First
she held my cock upright enclose in both her tiny fists, whereupon she
moved it around a bit like a gear shift.  A warm thrill ran through me as I
watched the two slender, childish hands wrapped around my shaft move it to
and fro.  A few drops of pre-cum came dribbling out and she watched with

interest.

   "Now it should be my turn to see too," I whispered, reaching round and
slowly unzipping the back of her little black dress.  Having opened it, I
slid its shoulder straps, along with the narrower strings of her training
bra down over her soft brown shoulders, sliding all the fabric at once down
to her waist, exposing her tiny titties, lovely little cones of firm teen
flesh that stood out whitely from her tanned chest.  My hands reached out
to them of their own accord, grasping them and mauling them gently, my
fingers delighting in the springy mini-mammaries with their glorious smooth
aureolas and neat little nipples.  The sensation took my breath away.  It
took Chantelle's too, as we both gasped.  Her hands were still on my cock,
which gave a copious new dribble of pre-cum.

   Rolling her gently over onto her back, I slipped the rest of her dress
off and began kissing her little titties with gentle greed.  They were as
firm as just-ripe apricots and about the same size.  I covered first one
and then the other with my mouth, tonguing the smooth warm flesh, then
flicking the tiny nipple, before sucking gently on it while Chantelle
writhed sweetly, pushing her titty up at my mouth as I did so.  They were
such gorgeous little globes, whiter than the rest of her, yet still with
the lightest of tea-coloured tans, while her silk-skinned aureolas were
pink with a touch of lilac.  These were topped with little round nipples
the size of tiny peas.  My mouth and lips were mad about them: I wanted to
shower those little titties with kisses all over, roil my tongue over those
aureolas and nipples, and suck on and pinch her sweet little nipples
between my lips  -" all a the same time, since it was nearly unbearable to
forego one pleasure for another.

   But I did the best I could, greedily and hungrily, yet at the same time
gently.  There could be no roughness with a person and body as sweet as
this.  For her part, she writhed smoothly under me, jerking one little
titty away from me, only to present me with the other.  The sensation of
her lovely skin sliding past my lips was beyond delightful, particularly as
it was a accompanied by her little girlish pants, gasps and moans.  And all
the while, her slim little hands, with slightly cool fingers, held my cock,
giving it little jerks whenever she moved, adding to my passion.

   Once in a while, I moved up to her face to plant my lips on hers and
push my tongue into her mouth.  Her saliva tasted sweeter than anything I
had previously experienced.  I inhaled her sweet breath when she panted.

   Moving a hand down, I now slid off her little undies and rolled us both
over so that I was on my back and she was neatly positioned with her little
teen cunt pushing down on my erection.  Looking down with my chine on my
chest, my eyes were overjoyed by the sight of the white skin of the small V
of her cuntlet, glistening with juices, both hers and mine.  It was lightly
fledged with dark, youthful, and surely silken pubes, through which I could
see the thin vertical line of her labia.  I could feel her warmth and she
could feel mine.  Her lovely cunt was of the flat, rather than the plump,
kind, but her pussy lips were soft as they pressed against my shaft,
spreading slightly as she eased herself back and forth on it.  The sight
made me ooze still more pre-cum, and the sliding motion became slicker and
faster.

   Placing my hands on her still coltish thighs, my palms on the sexy
insides, I drew her slowly up towards me.  I trembled at the sensuality of
her pussy lips dragging along the length of my dick and up my stomach.  At
last her little cunt completely filled the scope of my vision and young
girl odours mixed with the smell of arousal wafted to my nose.  I took my
hands off her thighs and grasped a little half-globe of firm, young teen
bottom in each instead.  Her little slit glistened slickly with her juices
and my pre-cum.  Her pubic hair had been glued by moisture to her mons and
it shone wetly.  By applying a tiny bit of upward pressure to her bottom, I
was able to see and admire the little oval gap where her labia had parted
at the entrance to her virgin vagina.  Drawing her still closer, my lips
reached that opening, on which I planted a long kiss before slowly
extending my tongue into her tiny, hot love tunnel.  Chantelle's soft
thighs trembled and jerked against my cheeks, and she uttered charming,
gasping squeaks as I began to push my tongue in and out of her tight,
intimately secret little love hole.  The taste of her tiny teen cuntlet was
out of this world.  Her vagina was so sweetly tight that I had to work my
tongue into it, and that too was otherworldly in the pleasure it gave.  It
felt like my tongue was being almost literally gripped inside a young
pussy. She was so slick, hot, smooth, tasty, and tight.

   I felt disembodied: it was as if my whole being had become concentrated
in my lapping tongue and my straining dick.  I wanted and needed only that
-" and the sounds of pleasure Chantelle made as I carried on.  I began
slowly licking with just the tip of my tongue, which I made a little hard,
from her pussy hole, up her smooth inner labia, to her clit.  Chantelle
shuddered and shook each time I did this, emitting an incredibly sexy
semi-squawk each time I reach the top of my path and roiled my tongue down
on the engorged button of her little clit.

   She was close to orgasm.  I was too.  Quickly but gently, I rolled her
off me and laid her on her back.  Parting her darling legs, I put the head
of my cock to her love hole and pushed slowly.  The sight of this
pint-sized young teen's little virgin cunt stretching and stretching to
take in a grown man's erect penis was incredibly erotic.  Chantelle's mouth
formed a little "O" and she made a little "whoof!" when the bulging head of
my penis was slowly engulfed into the tightness of her underage organ. 
Without pause, I continued to slide my dick slowly into the silken hot grip
of her sweet cuntlet.

   At last, having met no resistance, but just supremely exciting tightness
every inch of the way, I was pubic bone to pubic bone with her, deep inside
this sexiest of little teenagers.  Withdrawing a little, I fucked back into
her tightness.  Chantelle joined in with her own countermotions, grinding
up at me in time.  We were going to come.  Our mouths joined.  We drove our
tongues into each others mouths as our loins pumped.  And then we came. 
Chantelle shook.  I spurted and spurted into her, sucking on her tongue and
driving myself as deeply as I possibly could into the treasure.

   We lay conjoined, panting and sweaty for a few moments, exchanging
exhausted kisses.  When I pulled my tired penis out of her, it came out
with a little plop.  We smiled.  We hugged.  We rested.

   We knew things were good.  We knew this was only the start.  Chantelle
had spoken of other things too in her little video on my iPhone.