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. If you enjoyed this story, do let me know with an email. You will find the link on my profile.