Tales from the Caribbean

Giselle

First an Overview, then the Story

Having spent fifteen years in the enveloping warmth of the
Caribbean, I have come to understand and love the people. I have
travelled extensively throughout the islands and talked at length
with the locals.

Gradually, I have become aware of a trend that had been alien to
me and, to begin with, was a little shocking. I found that many
of the women who confided in me, confessed to having had very
early sexual experiences. They told me that, almost exclusively,
they had been happy experiences and ones that they would never
regret; but also, they revealed that they would usually recommend
their own children to undergo similar experiences providing the
man was caring and considerate.

A simple example of this was given to me by my maid who had been
reporting to me that one of her neighbour’s children – I later
met her: a pretty, sleight little girl of eleven – had been
visiting the home of another neighbour; a man in his sixties. My
maid discovered this through confession given by the child to her
own (my maid’s) daughter. Apparently, for over three years, she
had been visiting the old man daily, after school, to administer
oral sex to him, and to receive it. The girl claimed to enjoy it
and was happy to receive her little bag of sweets at the end of
the week as her reward. However, the girl confessed that for the
last year or so, she had been having full, penetrative sex with
the old man, and this caused my maid a little concern. So she had
approached the child’s mother and revealed all. The mother’s
response seemed to me to epitomise the prevailing philosophy, for
she had said:

“It’s her cunt; she can do what she likes with it!”

My series of stories – all prefixed with Tales from the Caribbean
– are dramatisations of true stories as revealed to me over my
time here. They were ALL told to me by the, now adult,
girl-children who experienced the episodes. You may find some
stories disturbing because it is clear that the child was the
instigator at a very young age, or because the child was
indisputably coerced or tricked; or maybe you will be shocked at
how girls can be so driven – almost crazed – by their sexual
desires at ages as young as six. If any of these are the case,
you must bear in mind that this is the culture that pervades
after generations of similar experiences and perhaps it is the
overriding sexuality of the Caribbean female that is at fault.

Above all, two things should be remembered. First, they are all
based on true experiences as revealed to me by the girls
themselves; and, second, you do not have to read them.



Giselle



I don’t know quite how I began to get involved with the school.
At 54, I thought I should be passed volunteering to help the
kids. But it was there that I first met Giselle, at the school
sports day. Her mother, another helper, had brought little
five-year-old Giselle along because she couldn’t get a baby
sitter. As things turned out, I became the baby sitter because we
hit it off straight away. Giselle clung to me as I wandered about
ready to help where needed, but I guess, as I had her in tow, or
in my arms, no one seemed to need me, except Giselle.
When I carried her, I found she would occasionally push her face
in front of mine and try to rub my nose with hers. I thought at
first that she was after a kiss and I embarrassed myself more
than once when I tried to give her a peck only to find she backed
off. Perhaps she did want a kiss but didn’t know how to go about
it, so it always ended up as a nose rub. Carrying her as I was
most of the time, I found my hand holding her cute little butt
and, occasionally, and accidentally, my fingers slid between her
legs and pressed - mainly through her own weight and, I must say,
her own maneuvering – against her soft pussy. I gradually became
aware that when that happened, she tried the nose rub, looking
straight into my eyes and giving a sheepish but loving grin.
At last I began to get the message and I experimented when I next
picked her up. Deliberately, I positioned her so that my hand was
under her dress and my fingers were resting directly on her
vulva. I then pressed hard with my middle finger against her lips
just where her cunt hole would be. This time she swung her head
in front of mine and gave me a big grin. I dutifully rubbed her
nose and wiggled my finger at the same time. I could swear I
heard her give a little moan but with the general noise around I
couldn’t be sure.
In time, I decided to wander off to get a hot dog for her and let
her eat it in the car whilst I listened to the cricket broadcast.
I sat in the passenger seat for more legroom and she sat in the
driver’s seat until she’d finished the hotdog, then she climbed
over to my side and sat straddling my lap, facing me. I couldn’t
resist licking off a stray bit of tomato sauce from her upper
lip. She smiled coyly.
Giselle’s weight on my lap, in spite of my age, began to produce
stirrings within my trousers that required physical adjustment. I
pushed my hand down and straightened out my prick, catching her
cunt with my knuckles in the process. Giselle watched the
procedure attentively and when I’d finished she deliberately
placed her cunt on my hardened prick. The nose rubbing
recommenced.
I knew I would have to be careful of anyone watching so I didn’t
let her sit like that for long. I turned her round to stand on
the floor between my feet, careful to make sure I got my hand
under her dress and my fingers all over the front of her pussy.
She opened her legs a little for me and, as this was below eye
level from outside, I brought my middle finger around her panty
line and slipped it inside and over her warm, naked, soft lips.
Suddenly, Giselle swung her upper body round and grabbed my neck
with her arms. She pressed her whole face to mine, I assume as a
substitute for a kiss. Her twisting maneuvered my finger so it
was over her naked cunt hole and gave me better access to the
slot of her cunt. I pressed a little harder and my finger plopped
between her lips as I wiggled it. Now my invasive digit was
resting directly against her moist, naked hole.
“I love you,” she said. Astonishingly, those were the first words
she ever spoke to me. Giselle had said nothing to me before she
had allowed me to get my fingertip pressed against the firm ridge
of muscle around her hole. That was amazing. What a girl, I
thought.
“Thank you,” I told her. “I love you too, Giselle. Listen,
sweetheart, I was thinking, maybe you’d like to come to my house
one-day and have a splash about in my pool. Would you like that?”
I asked her.
“Yes, I would love that,” she told me, but then added, “I don’t
want Mummy to come,” surprisingly and with a tone of sorrow. I
was a little shocked by her statement.
“No Mummy? Why not Mummy?”
“Just you and me. She isn’t so nice to me as you are. She locks
me in the cupboard when I’m naughty.” She shivered as she told
me.
“Oh, that isn’t very nice, but that’s only when you are very
naughty isn’t it,” I said, hoping to lessen the thought of the
punishment in her mind. I kept stroking her cunt lips from inside
her pants under her dress as we talked. I was surprised to find
my fingers were getting moist, and not just from perspiration.
“She locked me in there last week because I showed my brother my
little lady.”
“Your little lady? Who’s that, your Barbie doll?” I innocently
asked.
“No, silly. It’s what you are playing with now, down there.” I
suddenly blushed. It scared me to realise that she was so aware
of what I was doing. I started to remove my fingers.
“No don’t. It feels nice when you touch it like that.” Giselle
pushed my hand back down with her own tiny hand. “Will you do it
some more, please?”
“You won’t tell?”
“Of course not!” She raised her voice loudly. “I don’t want to
get locked in the cupboard again. It’s my secret. I like having a
secret. I’ll only tell Benny,” she added as an afterthought.
“Who?” I started to panic.
“Benny. He’s my little bunny rabbit. He sleeps with me every
night and sometimes he rubs me down there with his nose and it
feels nice, but not so nice as when you do it.” Her face seemed
to light up as she told me about Benny.
“Okay, you can tell Benny, and say hello to him from me will you
please?” She nodded. “Shall I be your bunny, when you are not in
bed with him and you are with me instead?”
She nodded vigourously. “But only if you rub my lady like that,”
she added.
“Okay, Giselle. And I can give it great big loving kisses too.
Would you like that?”
“Yes please.” She seemed excited about the prospect. “And rub it
with your nose like he does.”
“All right, I’ll do that too. Now, I guess we’d better be getting
back to the races, shall we?”
“Okay,” she said and kissed my cheek softly as she climbed over
my leg to get out of the car, carelessly disengaging my invasive
finger as she did so.
Some two weeks later, I was passing her house and saw her big
brother. Ten years older than Giselle, he looked miserable most
of the time, and bored. I stopped my car and went over to him.
“What’s up Jonathan?” I asked, to break the ice.
“I’m stuck baby sitting Giselle. She’s such a pain.” He sulked,
kicking a loose stone away from beside his foot.
“How long do you have to endure that torture?” I sympathised.
“The rest of this morning and ALL afternoon. God, that’s seven
hours!” Not much love there, I thought.
“Would you like me to have her over by me, if she wants to come?
I could bring her back for tea.” His face lit up with a silly
grin and he nodded furiously. “Okay,” I said, “but we must check
with your Mum first. She’s at work I suppose.”
I spoke to Giselle’s mother over the phone. Apparently, for the
past two weeks Giselle had been plaguing mum to pay me a visit,
but she thought I wouldn’t want Giselle being a pest – although
she knew we’d gotten on so well the other day – and so hadn’t
bothered to ask me. What a waste!
“No, no trouble. I only have to have a shower when I get home,
otherwise I have nothing booked for the day. She’s welcome. If
she gets bored, I’ll hand her straight back to Jonathan. No, it’s
a pleasure, she’s a treat to have around, cheers me up no end,
you have no idea.” Which was so true. I relished the thoughts
passing through my mind. I disliked this woman I was talking to
on the phone so much it added an extra dimension to the plans
which were formulating in my mind as I spoke to her. I couldn’t
wait to abuse her little girl, knowing what devastating trauma
the child’s mother would go through if she ever found out which,
I was determined, she never would. “She just needs a toy or some
drawing or painting stuff to keep her entertained and we’re away.
If she wants a swim she can use my niece’s suit that she left
last time she was over – they’re about the same size,” I lied as
my niece was not even four yet, but it might be fun trying to
poke Giselle into the costume. I had visions of the crotch riding
tight against her crutch and I started to get hard just at the
thought. In fact, if she splashed in my pool she might just
manage without a costume. “A change of clothes? Yes, why not. She
knows where it all is? Okay, bye then.”
And that was it. Five minutes later Giselle was in my car with a
spare outfit, a couple of pencils – as if she would need them –
and, significantly I thought, Benny, who had a hard plastic nose
with several whiskers protruding from either side.
On my way home I pulled over on the pretext of having to
straighten my dick as it was straining in my pants. In fact that
was true, but I didn’t need to stop to straighten it, I just
wanted to take the opportunity for Giselle to see it and for me
to gauge her reaction.
“Excuse me a moment Giselle, darling, I have to... straighten...
this,” I said as I flipped the full length out of my trousers and
then began to try and get the thing tucked back in, which of
course was more difficult. As I suspected, her eyes were wide and
glued to my prick. I was easily able to watch her fascinated
stare as she was focussed exclusively on it. I was pleased to see
her involuntarily lick her lips, but she said nothing.
Safely tucked away again, I moved on and, after parking at the
end of my drive and going in the house, I locked the door and
drew a couple of curtains closed. Giselle appeared not to attach
any significance to that.
“I have to shower first, little lady, before anything else,” I
told her, forgetting the reference to her cunt. She involuntarily
touched herself down there but said nothing. She gave me a big
smile, though. I took her to the bathroom, placed her to sit on
the closed toilet lid and set the shower spraying whilst I took
off most of my clothes.
“Right, madam, cover your eyes with those little hands of yours.
I don’t want you looking at what you shouldn’t.” I toyed with
her, ignoring the fact that she’d already feasted those pretty
eyes on my prick, but maybe she didn’t know what I was talking
about anyway.
“I’ve seen one before you know,” she scolded, sounding very
grown-up. “I’ve showered with Jonathan lots of times when we’ve
had to save water. He has one, not nearly as big as yours though,
but he won’t let me touch it. Can I...” She stopped there,
although I thought for a wild moment that she might ask me
something very interesting.
“But you haven’t seen mine properly. It’s a lot bigger than you
think and gets bigger and harder when little vixens like you want
to look at it. So, cover up Miss.” Which she did and I dived in
behind the shower curtain. My suspicions were that when I came
out, she would most likely peek through her fingers, so my plan
was to make sure she had something to peek at. I began to rub it
to a fuller erection. If I was to get her over the shock of
seeing a completely exposed 54-year-old erect prick, it was best
she brought it about by herself and she make her own decisions
about it. We chatted on about how tough she was and how nothing
scares her – except being locked in that cupboard – until I was
ready to step out.
“Right, cover up time. No peeking.” I checked, before pulling
back the curtain, that my prick was at its best and stepped on to
the rug. I dried my legs and feet to give her time to let
curiosity and impatience get the better of her, then I began to
dry my hair with my hard, fully-exposed seven-and-a-half inch
prick pointing straight at her face less than eighteen inches
away.
I couldn’t quite make out if she was taking a secret look or not,
so I tried a little test by moving closer on the pretext of
getting some deodorant from the shelf behind her head. My
distended prick was less than four inches away from her eyes as I
stretched over her, then I swung a little to her left and watched
her closely. Sure enough, the little darling moved her head to
follow what she was glimpsing. She was getting a wonderful close
up in profile, so I held it there a moment before turning so
sharply that if she hadn’t moved her head back quickly, my prick
would have slapped her face. That proved my point.
I stepped back and finished off drying and slipped on a pair of
light nylon boxer trunks without a lining and left off the
underwear. Of course my erection tented the shorts and whilst
Giselle pretended to cover her eyes, I mauled my prick about as
if trying to seat it tidily. Eventually, I made a big play of
poking two inches out the top, past the waistband so as to hold
it in place. I then donned a T-shirt and dropped it loosely over
to cover it.
“Okay miss. All clear, you can open your eyes. Good girl.” And I
picked her up and spread her legs either side of my waist.
Holding the cheeks of her lovely firm arse in both hands, I
gently slid her down a little so her cunt was pressing against
the top of my hard prick. I said nothing, she said nothing. I
tried to imply, by my lack of reaction, that this was a natural
way to carry her and not to show that I was aware that her pussy
was where I’d placed it. Giselle nestled her head against my
chest and wiggled her cunt tighter to my erection. This was a
great start and felt really good. I walked the long way to the
lounge, each step twisting her cunt over my prick, which thrust
up and down with every step. I gave her cheeks a firm squeeze
that would have pulled open her arsehole. I rearranged my fingers
further around her legs and gripped hard again, this time to pull
apart her cunt lips, at the same time I pushed her tiny frame
firmer against my throbbing prick. I walked around the hall and
through the lounge twice as she seemed to be enjoying the
sensations too.
Eventually I stopped in the lounge and dropped myself on the sofa
with Giselle standing in front of me. “Ride a cock horse?” I
asked her, stretching out my foot for her to bounce upon.
“That’s what Jonathan calls it,” she told me.
“Calls what?”
“His thingy. He calls it his cock.” And she pointed at mine,
showing it’s bulge under my T-shirt.
“Oh. No, never mind that, I was talking about riding up and down
on my foot. Here let me show you. Sit here.” I stuck out my foot,
having first crossed my knees. She sat on it and I held her hands
and bounced her up and down vigorously. She loved it.
When I finished, which wasn’t long as it was tiring work, she
clambered up to my lap and deliberately and quite pointedly
plonked her cunt onto my still erect prick. She even wriggled a
little to settle her lips, presumably, around my shaft. Such is
the power of the bridge of ones foot on the cunts of pre-teens
or, maybe, she’d acquired a taste for my prick already.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked teasingly and pointedly.
“Yes thank you, sir. Nearly.” And she wiggled her dainty hips
just to make sure, allowing a wicked grin to spread across her
face. My prick grew even harder. This was some sexy
five-year-old.
“I call mine my prick.” I told her.
“What?”
“What you are wriggling on.” She slid back quickly as if it had
bitten her and in a flash had lifted my T-shirt to reveal the two
inches. “Jonathan calls it his cock, I call mine my prick,” I
elaborated. She leaned forward, putting elbows on my thighs and
her chin in her hands as if to study it very carefully.
“It looks really weird. I like it though. Can I touch it? I want
to see what it feels like.” She was very forthright for, without
waiting for an answer, she prodded it.
“Okay, but remember, it’s our secret.”
“And Benny’s,” she added. With two hands she pulled down the
loose waistband and let my prick spring forward a little for her
to grab as best she could with such tiny fingers. “Oh, it’s hot,”
she squeezed it, halfway down its length, between her finger tips
and thumb, “and hard. But this part is softer.” She was squeezing
the head now. “What’s this stuff coming out this hole? Oh, it’s
slippery.” She had wiped some onto her finger and was rubbing her
thumb over the liquid.
“I forgot to tell you, when little girls play with my prick, when
they play with it properly that is, a lot of white stuff comes
out in a rush. Sometimes, they like to taste it. Drink it even.
Funny that isn’t it?” Tell her everything, I thought. “That
slippery stuff is a warning that the white stuff wants to come.”
“This isn’t white, it’s clear, and there is lots.” I was
astounded when she bent her head even closer and extended her
tongue to dip the tip in the clear liquid. “Tastes all right,”
she declared after thinking about it.
“That’s called precum,” I told her. “The real stuff is called
sperm, and that comes out really fast in a great gush. All over
you.”
“Ugh. All over me?” she exclaimed, sat up and let my prick spring
back to my belly.
“Only if you want it to. Most girls like that because they are
the ones to make it come out. I can’t do it. You have to be a
clever little girl to be able to do it and, because of that, it’s
fun to know that you made it happen by letting it splash all over
your chest or face, where you can get a taste of it – especially
after working so hard to get the sperm to come out. It’s like a
reward.”
“How do I get it to come out, the white stuff?” She bent forward
once more with renewed interest. “What’s it called again?” She
asked casually as she turned my prick around in her hands.
“It’s called sperm, or come. Come, because it comes out. You make
it come by playing with my prick, rubbing it, sucking it if you
want to be really clever and taste the precum, or by putting as
much of it in one of your other holes. Oh, and by letting me do
things with your little lady...”
“I liked you playing with my little lady at school the other day.
Will you play with it today? I could rub your prick if you like,
while you rub my little lady just like before?” What an
imaginative little girl, I thought.
“Well, I’d love to, but you are too little. Only bigger girls get
to play with my prick. They know how to keep it a secret, you
see.”
“I can keep a secret,” she reminded me. “I wouldn’t tell anyone.
I really want to play with your thingy. I’ve watched Jonathan
play with his in the shower and, when he makes that white stuff
come out, just like you said, it squirts all over me, and it
makes me feel funny inside just to look at it and he knows I want
to touch it but he won’t let me. He says he’ll tell Mummy if I
touch it and she’ll lock me in the cupboard again. But you won’t
tell her will you? And she can’t find out that I played with your
thingy if I don’t tell. So please, please let me. I’ll kiss you
if you let me,’ she bargained with one of her playground bribes.
“Okay, if you want, but you have to learn to kiss properly first,
then I’ll let you. You can hold it if you want whilst I teach you
how to kiss, but you mustn’t rub it. Oh, and let’s stop calling
it your little lady. That’s what mummies call it. Big girls like
you should be calling it your cunt, or pussy.” I was enjoying
this chat, especially as she continued to study my prick and lick
away the precum as it oozed out. She was careful not to break any
rules by rubbing it.
“Pussy? That sounds funny, and to have Benny bunny rub my
pussycat every night is really neat. What was the other word for
my pussy? Can’t?”
“No.” I laughed. “Not can’t, cunt. C-U-N-T, cunt.” I spelled it
out for her. “But don’t let anyone else hear you say that word as
they think it’s rude. Mummies like to call it little lady and not
cunt so they get upset if they hear you. If your mummy heard you,
you’ll have to say you heard it called that at school. Okay?”
Better prepare for any eventuality, I thought, or go to jail for
ten years.
‘Cunt, all right. Cunt, I like that word. Cunt, cunt, cunt. You
can rub my cunt whenever you like and I can play with your prick.
I like that game. Let’s start now can we? Teach me how to kiss
like they do on television,” she asked eagerly and kissed my
prick before licking a little more precum off then deliberately
putting the tip in her mouth and licking underneath and up to the
hole. “It’s nice your prick. I want to marry it.” She joked in
her pre-teen way.
So I showed her how to open her mouth and take my tongue and suck
on it and to apply that little bit of suction as she kissed, so
that it wasn’t like kissing a gaping hole but was real lips and
tongue. She learned very fast and well and, during that lesson,
at no time did she relinquish her grip on my prick.
“Come on.” I sat up and, picking her up, stood up. “Let’s go into
the kitchen and have a drink of juice. We can play later.” Of
course my fingers went straight to her pussy as I carried her,
and her pants were wet. “Have you peed yourself?” I asked her.
“No. Benny gets my cunt wet when he rubs his nose on it and makes
it feel all nice. I don’t know why it got wet now ‘cos you
haven’t even touched it, but it does feel nice down there. All
sort of tingly and things.” She sounded puzzled.
“Not to worry. I’ll lick it all away like you have licked my
precum away, if you want. Would you like that?”
“Mmmm. Please. I would like that, ...wouldn’t I?” Slightly
uncertain.
I plonked her on the kitchen worktop and left her a moment to
consider things whilst I went to get her a drink of cola.
“Later, you can show me what Benny does to you to make you wet.
Would you show me?” I asked and to give her some encouragement, I
rearranged my prick in full, tempting view of her gaze, pulling
the waistband under my balls so that the whole assembly projected
proudly. I brought the full glass back to her, which she then
held in two hands.
“Okay. I will, but you mustn’t tell because it’s very naughty
what he does. He rubs his nose in my cunt ‘cos he likes the
smell, then he makes me lick his nose clean. Isn’t he funny?” and
she let out a lovely girlish giggle.
“Yes, he is funny isn’t he. All right, you can show me later but
for now I’d better get these wet panties off you. I need to dry
them for when you go home tonight.” She dutifully lifted her legs
so I could get them off her. I was treated to my first view of
her delicious naked cunt lips, glistening with moisture and
closed softly together to protect their treasure within. Lifting
her feet to place them either side of her butt and spreading her
knees apart, I arranged her so her cunt was on full display. I
then took a stool to sit on just in front of her exposed pussy so
I could study it like she had my prick.
“My turn to admire your pretty cunt,” I told her. I brought up
the tip of one finger to gently touch it, stroking it down one
lip. “It’s so soft and pretty. Do you like your cunt, Giselle? I
do.”
“Yes, it gives me nice feelings inside when Benny rubs his nose
in it.” She repeated.
“I look forward to seeing what he does to you. But for now I’ll
have to learn what to do, to please you. We’ll have to experiment
and you must tell me what feels nice and what doesn’t.” I thumbed
the lip lightly away from its sister and let it plop back again.
I saw the pink interior of her folds and longed to get my tongue
in there to taste her. All in good time though. I stopped and
just looked at it. It was very inviting. Fat juicy lips kissed
each other over the hole behind. Moisture glistened where they
touched and oozed a little at the base of the crack. I stroked
them with thumb and forefinger and squeezed them tighter
together. More juices seeped out as if I was squeezing a citrus
fruit.
“Giselle?”
“Yes.”
“You have the loveliest cunt I have ever seen. I could eat it all
up.” I told her truthfully. She seemed pleased with my words for
she affectionately placed her hands either side of my face and
held them there. I looked into her eyes. We smiled consentually.
I brought my other thumb up and eased open both lips at once. She
was so small that my fingers almost touched behind her bottom as
I prized open her labia with my thumbs. There! There was her
little hole, shining, pink and wet with her cunt juices. Giselle
took a gulp of her juice in the glass as I salivated at the
thought of tasting her own juices from her cunt. I bent forward
and placed the tip of my tongue against the reddened interior,
and drew it gently up, lapping slowly. As it glided past her
hole, two things happened. One, I got a taste of her, my very
first taste of young, pre-teen virgin cunt-juice and, two, she
gasped, softly and suddenly.
“You alright?” I asked her and smiled.
“Mmmm. That was nice. It sent a shiver right through my whole
body – and you hardly touched my cunt with your tongue! More?”
She asked and took another drink of cola as she spread her knees
wider in invitation.
I adjusted my stool so I could get my mouth in alignment and then
placed the flat of my tongue over her hole; still holding her
lips wide open with my thumbs. I lasciviously brought my tongue
up and through her cunt lips and then, having thoroughly wetted
that area, blew deliberately over it. With pointed tongue, I
tried to poke her hole with it, pushing and wiggling it into the
tiny crevice. She moaned unobtrusively.
With my tongue still distended to a point, I went for the tight
hooded area at the top and sought out her clitoris. Perhaps a
part of her about which she had no knowledge. With a bit of
working, I found a hardened little bud maybe an eighth of an inch
across and a little more in depth. Because of the loud groan she
emitted, I worked hard on it with my tongue and then placed my
lips over it and tried to suck it. It grew a little larger and I
was able to get enough to draw it up between tongue and upper lip
where I rolled it and suckled on it. A shudder went right through
Giselle and her knees vibrated really hard above my ears. I
repeated the whole process from the beginning.
Giselle put down her glass and lay back on the counter top.
Nothing was said but she wanted it all the more and was settling
into a position to get full benefit from my administrations.
Three or four more times she seemed to come. Each shuddering
climax drew more moans from her open, gasping mouth and even
greater shudderings and longer tremblings. Whilst she languished
in that position, I quietly rose to standing and removed my top
and trunks. Totally naked now, my erect prick was at the same
height as her wet and pulsating cunt. My prick looked obscene so
large and knurled with aging and, of course, as it grew out from
a thick bush of pubic hair, was a wonderful contrast to her
young, smooth, fleshy, naked, fat cunt lips.
Without telling her, her eyes tight shut enjoying the working of
my fingers as they played over her cunt hole, I substituted my
prick. I slid it between her ample cunt lips and holding my prick
in my hand, worked the tip around her hole. Whether she felt the
change or not I couldn’t tell as she continued to emit low
whimperings. She seemed out of it. I wiggled the head of my tool
more and then spread my precum up her crack to the top and worked
on her clitoris, now free of its hood. I pulled her forward
slightly so that her cunt was just out over the edge of the
counter-top and I pushed my prick up way beyond her cunt into the
air. I still held the underside pressed against her opened lips,
which had spread by themselves now, and drew its length down and
down until the tip was against her hole. Then I rose, sliding it
up her cunt again, pulling her own juices and spreading them over
her cunt. I continued to push towards the ceiling until my balls
hit her arse at the base of her cunt. Up and down like this I
stroked her cunt for several minutes. Giselle merely continued to
moan and roll her head from side to side. I couldn’t believe what
effect all this was having on a tiny five-year-old and it was
amazing how much juice she was able to produce. She was coming
more liquid than I could produce in an ejaculation.
I had this crazy idea, purely on impulse, and hooked out an ice
cube from her glass. I managed to get a reasonable hold on it and
then gently pressed it against her clitoris. She gasped loudly
and shuddered suddenly. I stroked it up and down some more then,
taking the rounded, smooth end, pushed it a little into her
cunthole.
“Ooh,” she sighed as I pushed her hole open a bit more.
Eventually, I was able to slip enough in that it stayed there by
itself. Then I brought my hot prick to feel her chilled cunt
lips. It felt really good to be able to detect the difference in
temperature.
I decided to see how difficult it might be actually to force the
head of my prick into her hole. Now that the ice was nearly
melted away, I positioned the tip of my tool right at her
opening. I began to push, holding Giselle’s hips and pulling her
towards me. Naturally, it wasn’t going to fit but the ice had
opened her little and Giselle seemed to enjoy the effort I was
making. She went into more writhings of pleasure. Clearly I was
going to have to stretch her a lot if I was ever going to fuck
her before she became a teen.
“Okay. That’s enough for now young lady,” I told her with as much
self control as I could muster. I had to, otherwise I was going
to come all over her dress and that might be difficult to explain
to her mother: ‘Oh that. Well, I’d been trying to shove my big
prick into your five-year-old daughter’s virgin cunt. Your baby
asked me to shoot my juice over her face but, as she had been
sucking my prick so greedily, I didn’t have time to remove all
her clothes before I came.’  Yes, difficult to explain I thought.
We went back to the lounge. I didn’t carry Giselle this time and
it was a delight to see her struggling with her walking as the
occasional tremble continued to pervade her body. She was all at
sea and just made it to the sofa and fell into it.
“I think we had better remove this in case you get it wet.” And I
began to remove her dress. I soon discovered that I was too late
as she’d spilled a lot of the cola down it. It needed washing so
I tossed it aside to deal with later. Now my little treasure was
totally naked, just as she was when she came into the world. Her
breasts obviously, were prepubescent, but that didn’t stop me
wanting to suckle on them. Actually, the closer I studied them,
the more I came to realise that the nipples were just beginning
to develop. They were darker than they should have been and were
firmer too as I discovered when I rolled one between my thumb and
fingers. It protruded nicely too. Not hideously, just a little
more than I was expecting. Maybe I was imagining it but I had
heard that some girls have breasts by six years of age. Perhaps
this little treasure was going to be one of them.
“Can we kiss some more?” She asked.
“Sure, if you want.” And, kneeling on the floor, naked as I was,
I moved in between her open legs and proceeded to French tongue
little Giselle as she wriggled on the sofa.
Straight away both her hands flew to my hard prick and pulled it
nearer to her cunt.
“You like that don’t you?” I asked her when I came up for air.
She nodded, unable to speak. “You’re trying to get my prick into
your cunt aren’t you?” She nodded again. “Do you know what it’s
called when a girl puts a man’s prick into her cunt?” She shook
her head this time. “It’s called ‘fucking’.”
“I’ve heard that word on television,” she told me almost in a
whisper. “Mummy says it’s a bad word.”
“Well, it is if you say it and don’t mean to get a prick up your
cunt. You shouldn’t ever say it except to the man who is pushing
it in.”
“Is it always this hard to get it in there? I know I want it
inside me but it’s too big. Is that wrong to want it inside my
cunt?”
“As long as you never tell anyone, it’s fine. It’s only wrong if
you tell our little secret. Shall we try and see how much we can
get in there?” She nodded. “It might hurt a little because I have
to stretch you so much. We may get a little blood too, but that’s
okay. All little girls get that first time they are fucked.”
“Okay. Please fuck me then. It’s going to feel nice isn’t it?” I
nodded this time as I was now concentrating hard at get my prick
into her cunt. There was no way I could get even half an inch
inside her, but it sure was fun trying.
“Right, young madam. I’m going to have to put my fingers in you.
First one, then two, then more until we stretch this lovely cunt
of yours wide enough that you can get fucked. Probably won’t be
able to today.” I explained.
So I started with my little finger and even that was difficult,
as she was so tight. Almost immediately I met a barrier, her
hymen, her cherry. I was going to have to pop that but first I
had to think about the risk I was taking should anyone find out
that she was no longer a virgin. I couldn’t imagine why anyone
would be looking up her cunt to test but you never know.
“Do you have your own hairbrush at home, Giselle?” I asked. “One
with a handle?”
“Yes, why?”
“Well, I am about to push my little finger past a little piece of
skin that protects your insides. That has to go and may bleed a
little. Once that is out of the way I can fuck you really well,
when you’re stretched enough, so that you will get lots of big,
lovely feelings.”

“Better than the ones I’ve had already?” She asked incredulously.
“Much better...” I was about to elaborate but she interrupted.
“Break it then now, or whatever you have to do to it. I don’t
want it there.” She sounded desperate to get fucked.
“Okay, but I need to get you to understand that if anyone finds
that it’s gone, you have to tell them that you did it yourself
with the handle of your hairbrush; that you pushed the hairbrush
up inside yourself because you heard some girls talking about
doing it. You understand?” This was important I thought.
She amazed me by repeating the whole story to me as if it really
was the way it happened. I believed her myself already! So I
pushed my finger in a little more until I found the barrier
again. This was exciting. The last and only time I’d popped a
cherry was when I was seventeen and she was fifteen and I didn’t
have a clue what I was doing, let alone what virginity was. I
pressed harder but placed my other hand gently on the whole of
her stomach, affectionately.
“Okay?” I asked her.
“Mmmm,” she responded, actually getting into another orgasm
already.
In spite of the slow, steady progress I was trying to make, I was
surprised when the resistance suddenly went and my little finger
shot in to the last knuckle.
“Ow,” she said simply. “That hurt.”
“Shall I stop, give you a chance to recover?” I was concerned for
her.
“No. It doesn’t hurt now. It still feels nice.” She held my hand
in place with both of hers. I pulled my finger back out a little.
“Just a little bit sore that’s all,” she added bravely.
I was sad that it was over so soon. I wanted to take her
virginity again and again but it was gone now, forever. I was
thinking these thoughts and had slowed my actions almost to a
halt when she pulled my hand hard up to her, forcing my finger up
again.
“You can fuck me now can’t you? Now that I’ve broken that
whatever-it-was with my hairbrush.” She grinned. Good girl, I
thought.
“Well, let’s build up to that. First a larger finger, then maybe
two or more. We’ll get there, don’t worry. Maybe not today, but
soon.”
“No. Now. I want to be fucked now. Like I’ve seen on Mum’s
videos. I want to be fucked like those ladies. They like it don’t
they?” She was more than desperate.
“Okay, okay,” I protested. “Give me a chance. Now tell me about
these videos you’ve been watching.” And she did as I tried
working more and more fingers into her widening cunt. What she
told me showed that her mother had some old and relatively tame
blues. “I have better ones than those.” I inadvertently blurted
out, showing off – a characteristic I really should curtail.
“Put one on, please,” Giselle pleaded. So I removed a wet finger
with a plop and stuck one of my masterpieces in the VCR. Forty
minutes later and she had seen enough to learn most of the
important sexual tricks, especially watching all the sperm
splashing over the sex crazed women. She learnt that she should
behave as if she was desperate to get come all over her or to
drink as much as possible and to share with other girls – but
that was for the future. Education is a wonderful thing!
Meanwhile, I had got to the point where trying to shove my large
prick into her cunt might get some favourable results. Before I
turned the video off I rushed to the bathroom to get the KY jelly
“What’s that?” She asked.
“It’s something to make it easier to slip my prick up your cunt,”
I told her factually and began to apply it over her cunt and my
prick.
“Ready to try again?” And with a positive reaction from her, I
placed my prick at the opening to her vagina. I spread her lips
as wide as I could with my fingers. This was the most fun I’d
ever had and now this was going to be a new height. I pushed the
head hard against her hole and amazingly it began to open her up
more.
“Push. Harder, harder,” she moaned. “Get your prick in me. Yes,
you can do it.” I was astonished at how vocal she was.
So I pushed harder, or rather pulled her little frame down onto
it. Suddenly the head disappeared and I felt a totally new
sensation. Her tiny cunt gripped the head of my prick so much
that I was scared I would never get it out again, but I pushed
more. The going was getting easier now and I shall never forget
how it felt sliding my cock shaft up her tight cunt. It was
fantastic. Smooth, slippery yet, incredibly tight. Almost
painfully so, especially around the opening where she was still
really too tight for me. I was very worried that I was hurting
her and constantly checked that she was happy with what I was
doing.
Her cunt lips all but disappeared. When, just a short time ago,
they were fat and juicy, now they were stretched so much that
they were almost gone. I pulled out half an inch and a little of
her lips seemed to come out with my cock, embracing my shaft. I
pushed back in, further than before and became aware for the
first time that, by her taking my fat prick into her body – a
body that had never had anything inside that part before – I was
making her stomach swell in a way that I could almost make out my
own prick pressing against her belly, from the inside! I tested
it by levering my prick up and, sure enough, her stomach rose
noticeably. I repeated the exercise, immensely turned on by the
experience. I stroked slowly in and out, watching my prick do
wonderful things to her insides as she lay there panting and
rolling her head from side to side. Soft whimperings were being
emitted from her lips as I pistoned my prick deeper and deeper
and faster into her.
When I came it was more of an explosion than a mere come.
I jetted loads of sperm into her virgin cunt and immediately it
began to ooze out the sides. Giselle started to cry, not from
pain but from pleasure. She kept saying, “More, harder, harder,
more, more, more.” Words which disappeared into her whimperings.
I just came more and more as my balls rose up my shaft and
slapped against her arse. I was frightened that I wouldn’t stop
or that I might hurt her so I withdrew and, taking my prick in my
hand, masturbated what was left over her belly. There was more
than I thought as it jetted up her chest and onto her face. I
began to rub it over her body with my spare hand as I pumped even
more out.
I had fucked a five-year-old virgin and I was coming all over
her, having filled her tight little cunt to capacity with my
sperm. These thoughts just brought more sperm pulsing from my
balls and so I had to let go of my prick and let it flood her
stomach until it died down. With both hands I rubbed it all over
her, letting her lick some off my fingers as I did so. She made
me give her more and licked it eagerly as I fed it to her.
“That was a fuck,” I told her.
“I never felt anything so wonderful in ALL my life,” she told me
in a shaky voice. “I want to do it all the time. I never want to
stop doing it. I love fucking. I love your prick in my tummy, it
stretched my cunt and felt really big inside me.” God, how I wish
I could have recorded those words. They, and the way she said
them, were one of the biggest turns on I’d ever experienced. I
could have listened to them over and over. I resolved to video
the next fuck.
“Well, my prick is tired and has to rest. I know you want to
carry on fucking so, here’s Benny” I reached over for him. “Show
me what he does to you.”
She grabbed him eagerly, jumped off the sofa and lay face down on
the floor. Then she raised her knees and spread them placing
Benny between them, face up, in a sixty-nine position. She
lowered her cunt onto his plastic nose and began humping him. I
had a fantastic view. Her arse was in the air, her sphincter
pointing straight at me. Her slim legs, spread wide, were smooth
and inviting to touch and stroke. Her fat cunt lips were puckered
up one moment and spread open the next as Benny went to work on
her clitoris. As I crouched down close to observe better, I
noticed his nylon whiskers were tickling her legs at the top. My
prick was hard already and waiting to fill another of Giselle’s
holes.
I moved round to the top end and let her see it (once she’d
opened her eyes as she felt my hand stroke her face).
“This is for you to suckle on while Benny makes you feel nice, if
you want.” And I moved my prick closer. She took it, not with her
hands but straight into her mouth. Immediately she moaned over it
and sucked virgorously. It wasn’t easy for her to hump her bunny
and suck my prick with a bobbing rhythm at the same time, but
eventually she got her timing right.
I was astounded at how tenacious Giselle was. After a while my
legs ached – remember, I am fifty-four – and I had to reposition
myself. This happened several times and each time this darling
five-year-old clamped her mouth over my prick as if she was a
limpet. I got the impression that I could walk about and she
would still be sucking on the end of my prick. I began to
experiment by making it more difficult for her; and once it was
too difficult for her to keep it in her mouth and it popped out,
she let out a moan of disappointment, quickly grabbing it and
shoving it back in her mouth, leaving Benny unattended. This was
the moment, I thought, to try something else. I picked up
Giselle’s little body and turned her round, still with her mouth
over my cock, so that her legs were beside my ears. I stood up
and, holding her waist, moved her out and away from me. Still
upside-down she held on to my prick with two hands and continued
to suck it. Now I bobbed her up and down on it as if I was
masturbating and had a three-foot prick. It felt really great.
She spread her legs wide as I held her up there, allowing me to
push my mouth over her tender cunt lips, shoving her up and down
on my prick all the while. Then I walked about the house like
that. I stood in front of the lounge window, behind the net
curtains, and watched the world go by. I walked upstairs into the
bedroom and looked out of the window, without any nets, so that
if anyone glanced up they would have had an amazing sight.
Then I laid this astoundingly keen Giselle on the bed and told
her I was going to fuck her again, but I would carry her again.
It took her a moment to get the blood from her head but by then I
had my prick into her tight cunt again.
“Right, little lady, let’s walk about. Hold on because my hands
have stopped working.” It was a game and she wanted to play. She
reached round my neck as I stood up with this little
five-year-old girl impaled on my prick. I didn’t dare go to the
uncurtained window this time but walking downstairs was a
fantastic feeling with a tight cunt gripping my prick. I walked
up the stairs then down again with my hands behind my back. It
wasn’t like fucking and yet it was. Perhaps like a really slow
fuck. Giselle didn’t seem to care as she was far away in her own
dream world. This little thing was having one extended orgasm
from the moment I’d had stretched her to take my prick.
I decided to untangle her arms from my neck and lay her back so
she was just supported by my prick and my hands holding her
thighs. At first it hurt my prick to be bent back so much, but I
soon forgot that discomfort. Giselle’s stomach muscles tightened
and her vulva rose higher than her thighs but even more amazing
was the sight of my prick pushing against the front of her body
from the inside. It almost reached her navel.
I lowered her a little and watched the outline of my prick move
down her front, then I pulled her back towards me, my prick
moving a contour up her belly near her naval again. Over and over
I did this, as it was such an erotic sight. That, more than
anything, brought home to me the fact that I was actually fucking
a five-year-old girl, stuffing my seven-and-a-half inch prick
into a little girl’s tight cunt that had never had anything in
there before today. My prick was the first. Never, for the rest
of her life, would she get experiences like I was giving her
right then. I had to come, and come soon.
I lay Giselle on the floor and knelt astride and over her,
removing my prick and waking her from her dreams.
“Hold this,” I told her and put both her hands onto my cunt-wet
prick. “Now rub it up and down like this. Yes that’s it. Harder.
Faster.” Then I let her get on with it whilst I watched her
concentrated effort. She held on tight with one hand and moved
the other gently down to my balls, perhaps to stop them from
bouncing around so much. My balls are large and tend to bounce
until they rise up my prick at the last moment. That was the
moment. That was when I shot all over her, over her stomach, her
chest, on her nipples, her neck, over her face – loads over her
face – and even into her hair. By the time I’d finished shooting
sperm over her, she was a glorious mess and I took great delight
in using my unemployed hands to spread my sperm all over her and
into her ravaged cunt. I even inserted my finger up into her arse
and my thumb into her cunt at the same time. She loved that.
Finally, I encouraged her to take my shrinking prick into her
mouth to suck off any excess.
At last I flopped to the floor and slept.
“Can we go for a swim?” She woke me up after what seemed only a
few minutes.
“Sure. I’ll get your costume,” I told her and was soon back
holding a bright blue one-piece.
As I suspected, it was miles too small, but Giselle, not
realising that my pool was totally secluded from the family next
door (unless they used a ladder), made a determined effort to put
it on.
She got into it, but I had to help. The width of the costume
stretched enough but the length of Giselle’s body meant that by
the time she had the shoulder straps over her it had pulled the
crotch up really tight. So tight that it forced her fat cunt lips
out the sides. At the top end, the straps, having stretched up,
left her nipples totally exposed. There stood Giselle, a sexy
five-year-old with budding nipples poking out and her cunt lips
squeezed out the bottom.
“It’s a bit tight,” she told me with innocent understatement.
“That’s okay,” I told her. She looked so erotic to me that I was
willing to let her suffer for a while longer. “Turn around, let
me see.” Which she did. The view there was great too. Backless,
it showed her fine strong back and below, the costume had ridden
up her arse crack. It must have been hurting her. I went for my
digital camera and snapped a couple of erotic pictures of her.
“Let’s go to the pool then. Can you swim?” Apparently she could.
I slipped on the nylon boxers again.
Once out there, where she could see we were not overlooked, I
suggested she get out of the uncomfortable costume, which she did
eagerly. Of course there was nothing left for her to wear.
“Am I the only one to swim in the buff?” She asked me. So I took
off my trunks and jumped in. She made as big a splash as she
could to join me and swam straight to me for a cuddle over my
prick. Even though I had come twice, and in spite of my advancing
years, this sexy little five-year-old had got me hard in no time
and was bouncing up and down against my prick. She didn’t insert
it yet as I suspect she lacked the confidence to be so bold. So I
did it, arranging her over it and shoving it up to the hilt into
her body. Giselle lay back in the water enjoying the sensation of
floating on the end of a hard, throbbing prick. It was good to
watch her enjoying it so much and to see the bulge in her stomach
come and go as the water bobbed her up and down on my tool.
“Can I come and play too?” The little voice I heard made me go
cold instantly. Immediately, I pulled my prick out of Giselle and
swung around trying to see where the other voice had come from.
“Over here.” It was a girl’s voice.
Then I saw her. It was the beautiful black girl from next door.
Eight or nine with ebony smooth and shiny black skin. I know
because I used to watch from my bathroom window as she played
around her lawn in her bikini costume. More than once I’d
masturbated to her cavortings. It was mostly her perfection and
colour that had got me going. I hadn’t seen her for nearly six
months though, and that contributed to my getting such a shock. I
tried to act casually; perhaps she hadn’t seen me stuffing my
cock into the little girl in my pool.
“Hi. Can I come over for a swim, please?” She asked sweetly. I
had to say yes for fear of her telling. I needed to find out
exactly what she had seen. Within five minutes I had let her in
the front door. I was back in my trunks, she had on a simple
dress and clutched a towel. I didn’t bother to cover Giselle’s
nakedness. She was, after all, only five. To have a naked
five-year-old swimming in your pool should be acceptable, I
thought.
“This is Khadeja,” I told Giselle. “She lives next door and she
is... how old are you Khadeja?”
“I’m eight and a half,” she declared, proud of the half. I was
pleased about the half too, for in the intervening months since I
had last seen her, she had begun to develop two interesting tits.
From what I could see through the dress, they were more like
engorged nipples. Pity I wouldn’t be able to get a hold of them.
“Well, you can get changed and join us as soon as you like
Khadeja.” And I slipped back into the water. When I turned back
to watch her go to get changed I was surprised, well shocked, to
find the dress being lifted off over her head. It was like
watching in slow motion. First her beautiful legs were exposed as
the hem was grabbed and she lifted it up. Higher and higher, more
and more leg was revealed, until she reached her bottom. That was
still covered, naturally in her underwear, but the contours of
her arse were fantastic. As she turned I was amazed to see the
enormous bulge of her cunt. I deduced the swelling in her
knickers was due to a heavy growth of pubic hair but further
conjecture was halted as she continued to raise the dress past
the swerve of her hips. I began to shake and my mouth went dry as
I anticipated the delight of seeing her breasts. Sure enough they
were fabulous. The swellings from her ribcage were topped with
two large, dark and lengthily protruding nipples. My tongue
involuntarily rolled around them in my imagination.
There she stood now. Naked but for her tight knickers and looking
the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was really a
stunner already, at eight. Then she continued to surprise and
delight me. Her thumbs went to the elastic waist of her knickers
and she began to draw them down. What a fantastic surprise when
she revealed her cunt. It was totally devoid of hair. Smooth,
fat, hairless lips protruded as if puckering for a kiss and, even
better, there protruded a large pink clitoris just waiting to be
sucked.
“Wow, you are fantastic,” I heard myself tell her.
“Thank you,” she said as she slipped silently and effortlessly
into the water. She swam expertly for a while as I tented my
shorts watching her, then she glided up to me. “Do you want to
fuck me too, now?”
I stood completely dumb. My jaw dropped. So, she had seen me
fucking Giselle, and she hadn’t let on at all until now, when she
could use the information to her advantage – gaining supremacy
over me. How could I tell her how much I wanted to fuck her?
There weren’t words sufficient to express my desire.
“I thought so,” she said confidently, and swiftly pulled my
shorts down enough to reveal my throbbing prick.
“Here, I’ll help you,” Giselle volunteered, and she grabbed my
prick as if offering it to Khadeja.
“This will be my first real penis,” Khadeja told us, “but I’ve
been practicing with my friend at school. She managed to get
three fingers in me before the end of last term,” she said
proudly. I remained motionless, still in shock. Then I realised
that Giselle had managed to help the eight-year-old to position
herself so that her naked cunt was pressing at the tip of my
prick. “Aaaah. That feels good,” Khadeja said as she slid herself
down my prick, taking all seven and a half inches (I am proud of
the half too) in one smooth motion. She had been practicing! I
held her well above the waist so that I could get my first touch
of those fascinating nipples, which I flicked and rolled around
with my thumbs.
“Ooh, you know how to make me feel nice, mister. Little girl,”
Khadeja said to Giselle, “suck my nipples for me. I love it when
my friend sucks them. Yes, that’s nice, harder.” And thus Khadeja
took total control of both of us for her own greedy sexual
pleasure. Mind you, I wasn’t complaining. It was really great
humping her up and down my prick. She was almost as tight as
Giselle, without the constricting discomfort, and she was more
beautiful. Her beauty was enhanced by the water making her
smooth, black skin glisten in the sunshine and that emphasised
every contour of her young, healthy body. It was a real turn on
the way she insatiably wanted more and more fucking. The practice
she had engaged in with her friend had obviously brought about
her frankness – the open, natural way in which she talked about
her sexual activities – and her desire to move further along the
road of discovery and fulfillment. Whatever, I wasn’t about to
complain – as long as her mother didn’t look over the wall.
Through the day, when I couldn’t fuck her with my prick, Giselle
had to do it with her fingers — something she enjoyed immensely —
or I had to use mine. During the finger fucks, Khadeja had to
suckle my partially inflated prick, which was usually still
covered with her or Giselle’s cunt juice. Neither Giselle nor I
seemed to get the chance to do anything that didn’t involve
Khadeja getting off — which she did dozens of times.
At long last Khadeja told us she had to get back for tea and,
strange though it may seem, Giselle and I exchanged a brief
glance of relief.
“But, can I come back after tea?” She asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I have to take Giselle home in the next hour
or so, and when I get back...” I paused looking for an excuse. I
didn’t want to upset Giselle by getting her jealous.
“It’s okay, uncle,” Giselle said. “Khadeja can come round after
you come back. I don’t mind. I can always come another day, can’t
I?” She asked, showing remarkable maturity.
“If that’s okay with you sweetheart. And you can come round here
to play any time you want. Just tell your Mum and give me a ring
and I’ll come and fetch you. During school term you must bring
your homework though.”
So it was all organised very simply. You would never have thought
that we were arranging the most disgusting — in many people’s
eyes — sessions that were to continue over the next few years
unabated. In fact Khadeja came nearly every night with her
mother’s permission, ostensibly to get tuition in English. When
she wasn’t allowed over to fuck me, she would wait until bedtime
then climb out of her window to visit me. This went on until she
was seventeen when she was snapped up by an International
photographer and I never saw her again.
Giselle visited whenever she could, about three or four times a
week including all day Sundays. When she had homework and had to
study hard, she would sit naked with my prick up her cunt,
wiggling occasionally, whilst I read a novel, or listened to
music. That was fun as I would have a raging hard-on for an hour
or more and then, when she put her pen down triumphantly, she
would launch herself into the most debauched greediness for my
prick and sperm. Just like a glutton who had to stare at food for
that long and then was suddenly allowed to feed himself. Giselle
would go for my prick as if it was the last time she would ever
get the chance and she only had a few minutes to enjoy it. Even
Khadeja’s nymphomania never reached those levels of insatiability
— and Giselle was only nine then. God knows how she was going to
take prick as she grew older and reached her sexual maturity. She
would have to commit rape to feed her desires if she weren’t
careful. No doubt she would need several lovers, perhaps all at
the same time.
That thought set me off into imagining how she would react to
other men. I had several friends who, I suspected wouldn’t object
to fucking underage little girls, although I hadn’t actually
talked to any of them about the prospect – not then anyway – I
just knew what horny bastards they were.


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