Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Tales from the Caribbean - Jenine Pedo, hetero, consensual Realize that this is fiction. I would be crazy if I tried any of this stuff I write about, and it's odd that I feel it necessary to say so here. If I were writing a murder thriller, I wouldn't need to put in a rider saying that you shouldn't try killing someone. But, because this is underage sex, not murder, it is so dreadful (in society) that I feel it is expected that I should warn any readers not to do anything naughty like this at home. Above all, remember, that to do so is illegal. So, you are duly warned. Jenine follows after an Overview: 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 they had been, almost exclusively, 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 a 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. Although usually written from the male perspective, 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. The Story: Tales from the Caribbean - Jenine "I can't," I told her. "It's against the law." "Why?" She asked, clearly upset. "Because," I began, "you are simply, too young." "I'm nine," she interrupted. "My friend has been doing it since last year. She was only eight then." "Well, when I mean you are too young, I don't mean physically. You can do it, even that young, if you are careful, so long as you enjoy it and it's what you want to do. I mean that it's the law that says you are too young and that's that," I told her with finality. "How can it be against the law if I'm not too young, physically?" She was persistent this pretty little girl. "Because," I continued trying not to show any impatience with her, "the law says an old man like me shouldn't be allowed to. It's like it's against the law for me to steal from someone." I added hoping to make the comparison a simple explanation for her. "Oh, I see," she sighed in an apparent deflation of her resolve. She paused to consider the point before suddenly looking up at me and continuing her argument. "But what if the person they say you are stealing from, has asked you to take it? That can't be wrong then can it? You can't steal from someone who has begged you to take whatever it is." She was a bright child, Jenine. For a moment she had me. I had to think over the comparison I'd introduced. I played for time as I developed my argument by throwing my arms into the air, pacing around the room a couple of circuits, stopping, looking down at this pretty diminutive child and then striding around once more. I had known Jenine for five years, ever since I had moved into the neighbourhood, and we often played together and her divorced mother frequently asked me to baby-sit for her, but she had never before given signs that she was going to throw me into this sort of dilemma. "Jenine, the trouble is that, although you are right - you cannot be stealing from someone who asks you to take whatever it is -, the law says it is wrong when that someone is under sixteen. They think that you don't understand the importance of what is being taken. It's like you saying I could have your mother's best, er," I couldn't think of anything. "Dish," Jenine offered. "Okay, dish. It wouldn't be right for a little girl to offer it as she doesn't appreciate its value." "But that's hers. My virginity is mine. Surely I can ask you to take my virginity. Mum can't ask you to take it. That wouldn't be fair." Oh boy, I thought, this girl is something else. "It's the law," I cried, exasperated, throwing my arms skyward again. "If they found out - I'm dead meat." "They won't find out. There's only you and me. Mum's away for the weekend. You live alone in this house. I'm here, with you looking after me, and you can take my virginity without anyone knowing about it. Please," she begged yet again and thrust her arms downward in the opposite direction to mine. "Someone will know! Look, you want me to fuck you - you know that's what you are asking me to do, right?" She nodded. "- just so that you can tell your friends at school." That, I suspected, was the bottom line. I guess it must have started with something at school. Perhaps her older friends were comparing screws they'd enjoyed, or were swapping stories about the pricks they'd had in their hands. Whatever, Jenine, ever since this morning when she had come knocking at my door, had been asking me to fuck her. Not in so many words to begin with, but gradually becoming more and more direct about it. "Sure I'll tell them, but I won't ever let on who I fucked with - not to any of them. And if any grown up heard about it from my friends, I would just deny it and say that I was only boasting to them. I'd deny ever having fucked anyone." The trouble with single kids with single parents is that they can grow up too fast. Maturity is not a problem for them, just for us. "And how would you explain the loss of your virginity?" "What, my hymen?" she said, showing off her knowledge. "I could have popped that anytime. You don't have to fuck to bust that." She had answers for everything and I was beginning to think that I would have to fuck her after all. "And if you get pregnant?" "Don't try that," she said with a big grin on her face. "You told Mum a long time ago that as your kids were all grown up, you'd had a vasectomy because you didn't want any more. Remember?" She was proud with her apparent victory over me, and folded her arms resolutely and with finality. "How come your Mum told you that?" I tried to sound cross, and to counteract her gesture, put my hands on my hips. "Because I told her that I wanted a baby brother. I thought she could get one with you but she only laughed at me. I cried, but then she told me why it couldn't happen - however much you two made love." It was comforting to hear her talk of making love rather than fucking for I liked to think that my relationship with this little girl's mother meant a little more than a straight fuck. "Anyway, we learnt all about that stuff at school when we covered, er, in fatality," she added. "Infertility," I corrected automatically. I needed time to rethink what was going on here. I still had misgivings about fucking this little girl. Sure, she was beautiful: a pair of budding little nipples - no breasts as such -; dark brown skin like most girls in the Caribbean; long, long black hair, ideal for wrapping around my prick; perfect pert ass; long shapely legs - for one so young - which rose majestically to what must have been a soft smooth hairless tight cunt. Yeah I wanted to fuck her. "Okay. Let me get this straight, you want to lose your virginity and, for reasons that you haven't explained to me, you want me to take it, right?" She nodded, her face now full of concentration as she realised she had won and was now going through the terms of surrender. "And if I refuse, what then? You'll find someone else?" "Sure." "Who?" "Anyone. I'm sure it won't be difficult to find someone. I've been told I'm pretty," she said with natural confidence and without any boastful pride. She was right and she knew it. It wouldn't be difficult to find some clumsy schoolboy who fancied himself as a stud, or an evil, middle-aged pervert only too willing to prey on her innocent vulnerability. And, of course, as she said, she was pretty. Well, that was over-modest of her - she was, in fact, quite stunning and had no concept of the power of her beauty, especially on me. "You know I can't let you do that. You could get hurt badly, emotionally and physically." "I can handle myself," she lied without any knowledge of her deceit. "Yeah, sure. Perhaps I should tell your mother what you plan," I threatened, but not seriously. "Go ahead," she began, and immediately I realised that her answer was already rehearsed. "I'll tell her you tried to have sex with me." She was defiant. "Now that would be unkind," I told her, not really believing that she would resort to such underhand tricks. "I wouldn't want to say anything to her," she explained apologetically, "it's just that if you try to stop me, well, I have to do something." There was something in her voice that sounded like a final appeal. Whatever it was, it was at that moment that I gave up and, essentially, gave myself to her. At the time, I was unaware of the irony: of a grown man giving himself to a nine-year-old girl. With all my experiences through life, I had understood that, if anything, it would have been the other way round. "Go and take a shower, Jenine" I told her. "That won't stop me," she declared, misunderstanding my motive. "Not a cold one, a hot shower. I'm not going to run my tongue over the virgin pussy of any little girl that hasn't taken a wash first," I grinned at her. She was going to get her way, and she jumped a clear foot off the floor as she threw herself into my arms, kissed my face all over and said, "Oh, thank you, thank you," before she skipped happily out of the room. Seconds later, I heard the shower running full blast. A couple of minutes after that, I was in there with her. I didn't think it fair that she should run her tongue over a well-used prick that hadn't been washed first. It was divine, that first shower and physical contact. We didn't do much that was overtly sexual - no mad, passionate groping, pummelling or poking. I held her lovely smooth body against me, stroking her firm lower back and rounded bottom with my right hand as my left ran sensuously over her long, smooth black hair as it clung tight to her little head and ran down her back. She rested her face against my chest and stayed still, with just one hand gripping my prick that was pressing against her belly. The other hand she had placed over my chest where she lovingly played with my nipple. It was romantic and just what you might have expected from two lovers in the shower together. It was only the thirty-five year difference that had any incongruity about it, but that incongruity had vanished from our minds - if it was ever there in her mind - the moment we held each other. Jenine was a different kind of person now that she was assured of her victory. She was a woman in a child's body. If anything ever struck me that day it was how remarkable a change came over her. Suddenly we were equals. I was not her mother's lover and she a small child. I was her lover and she was both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. She had command over my desires and could control them as she chose, and yet she was as susceptible to attack from my penis as any woman about to be impaled by its hardness. But it was what she wanted, and so, even though it was to be an assault on her body, she was about to give herself to it willingly, wantonly. I was acutely aware that, for her, there was the anticipation that, here was a mystery about to be revealed that matched any great discovery in the history of mankind. I saw in her eyes the passion of a woman surrendering herself completely into the hands of her conqueror, but in her body's compliance I saw the resigned submission of a girl about to lose her childhood and discover not only the purpose of life, but also her life's purpose as a woman. I cried softly a little, and silently. "It's okay," she said, stroking the tears from my eyes as I carried her in my arms to my bed. I wondered if she understood. "I'll be alright, I promise." "I know," I told her, but as I laid her down, aware of her wonderful naked body in my arms and the beauty of her form and face, I began to cry all the more. To start with I sobbed into her wet hair as she tried to console me with soothing caresses and gentle kisses on my neck, and I felt ashamed. Not ashamed for my lack of control of tears, but for the ease and speed by which I had been consumed by my desire for her. I knew it was wrong to want to have sex with a child, for I had always been told so. I knew my life would essentially be over if our illicit relationship should ever be discovered. And yet I knew I wanted her desperately. Her loveliness had pervaded my soul and taken possession of me. All my inhibitions had gone and I was now to take this child from innocence to fulfillment; and there was nothing I could do to stop myself. She had my life, my soul - my very being. I stood, pulling myself away from her, and she must have thought she had lost me; that I had changed my mind as the final tears seeped from my blurry eyes, for she softly, pleadingly said - almost accompanied with her own tears, - "No," and stretched her hands out to me. "It's alright my love. You will have me. You will have my penis inside your body. I just need time. Time to admire you, study you, kiss you and make love to your body without entering you. I need to devour you. I need you to be gentle with me; love me." At the time I was unaware of the ludicrousness of my stumbling speech, but I couldn't help myself. I was not only consumed with passion for her, but also compassion. "I love you," she told me, perhaps because she thought I'd asked her to say it but, maybe, because she told the truth. I smiled as if to rally myself and I returned to her and kissed her with all the love that I felt for her. I let my hand roam of its own free will and, as it explored her smooth body, it sent back electric messages to tell me that here was a wonderful work of nature. Her lovely skin bounced signals that told of perfection. It revealed to my sensitive touch all the curves - both soft and hard - that led to new thrilling areas of softness or hardness. All areas were of excitement to my touch, but even then, I was unprepared for the thrill that ran through my fingers as they reached her nipples. Before I found them, the skin around was firm and taught, but suddenly, here was pliable forgiveness to the ever-so-gentle force of my touch. Pert in defiance to my probing they rose rubberly from her flat chest. I played with them to the unequivocal sexual delight of my child spread horizontally before me. I moved my face, first to take in the delight of seeing her nipples contort as I pulled and pinched them and then, closer, to take in her tiny protrusion so that I might suckle them and give her even more pleasure. I knew she liked it, for it was then that her hand found my prick. "Oh God," I mumbled over her erect nipple, as the sensation of her tiny hand - desirous of my penis - sent waves of pleasure through my body like I'd just been injected, and the painless fluid was, even then, conveying that pleasure as it coursed its way into every vein and vented through every pore of my skin as I broke out in a sweat. She stroked my cock, first taking my balls in her hand and then drawing her delicate palm and fingers up the shaft, slowly, all the way until she reached the head with her fingertips where she let it fall to bounce the half-inch to its mid-air resting place. She then repeated the whole process, fondling my prick as if it was made from alabaster and causing powerful achings to throb in and around my balls. If I didn't know better, I would have thought her actions were to torment my already tortured soul. I continued to suck Jenine's nipples, one after the other as my hand resumed its journey around her body and down to that area where the nerve ends begin to compact together. I remembered, as my fingertips rasped slowly over her stomach, heading down towards the centre of her desire, that near that area, as a boy, waves of pleasure pulsed over the surface of my skin, such that I could see the ripples. I turned my eyes to see if Jenine's tummy would show similar reactions. I drew my fingers off to one side and then across her front to the other. As I did so, I saw the ripples I'd hoped for shoot off at right angles down to her never-yet-touched vaginal area, giving it a taste of the delicious sensations to come. Jenine shivered, not orgasmically but from the thrills that were rushing over her and up her spine - almost like you do when cold. But Jenine was hot and getting hotter. I wondered if her sex was getting similar sensations and, judging from the grip she now applied to my prick, assumed she was. "Is that nice, Jenine. Am I doing everything okay?" I thought asking her might help me keep a small grip on reality, however tenuous. "Oh yes, it feels really lovely. You are so gentle with me. I don't want it to stop," she mumbled softly. "I'm so happy for you," I told her, trying not to sound as if there was any irony in my voice. "It should begin to feel nicer and nicer," I added and, as if to confirm my point, I slipped my middle finger straight down, and along her crack. She gasped and arched her back for a moment. "You see?" "Mmm." "I'm going to kiss you down there now, okay?" And in answer, she parted her sweet legs as my finger slipped further down to her cunt. The moment my fingertip touched her hole she cried out. A shock of pleasure had fired right through her body, triggering off an overload of synapse activity in her brain. She parted her legs even wider and I moved my head closer to her cunt. I could smell the fragrance of her juices as they were flowing from her hole, making me heady and desirous to taste her. I stretched my tongue and, for the first time in my life, tasted a virgin nine-year-old's emissions. God, she tasted sweet. In my time, I'd sucked some cunt, but this was quite unlike any I'd tasted before. Can you describe the scent of a rose? - of course not. Anything that you say about it is inadequate. Poetry would come closest to doing justice to her fragrance but even that would fall more than halfway short of the reality. I lapped greedily at her juices, hungry for more and yet knowing that my greed was creating its own effects on Jenine's body. The more I rasped my tongue up her crack, or sucked over her hole as my tongue dug deep, the more Jenine writhed on my bed. The little girl gripped tight to my hair as if letting go would cause her to go over the edge of a precipice. After a few minutes I had to feel her insides with my finger. I'd been trying to hold back, but I knew I desperately wanted to experience the wet warmth of her vaginal shaft. I pushed gently at the smooth and slippery opening. Jenine writhed as I worked the tip left and right, easing it in slowly but resolutely. Gradually her cunt opened for my digit, but the tightness I felt around my finger was incredible. It was as if there wasn't just muscular tension but a tremendous suction caused by a vacuum within. It wasn't pulling at my finger except when I tried withdrawing it. Then it seemed to grip tighter and pull firmly against my retraction. I experimented with this sensation by thrusting gently into her and then trying to pull out. Of course this piston-like motion was a reasonable substitute for intercourse and, as such, caused wonderful responses from the owner/occupier of this fantastic body. Essentially, those responses could be summed up in the notion that she didn't know what to do with her legs, which seemed desirous of walking off by themselves. They thrashed this way then that, and occasionally crashed down on the bed before straightening out to their fullest and stiffest stretch. The way in which Jenine struggled to suppress her cries was an education in itself. It was like she was a boiler about to explode. Unable to find the release valve, the tensions were building rapidly and were about to erupt in either her screams, as she found some temporary relief or, in a shuddering, orgasmic quake that might do itself credit on the Richter scale. To spare her, for now, I removed my finger. It was then that I noticed the blood. Obviously, I had popped her cherry, but the odd thing was that first, I hadn't even considered it and, second I hadn't noticed it's going. I can only assume that the constriction on my intrusive finger was so great that tearing her hymen was rendered undetectable. No matter the how, there was little discolouring, nor was there much discomfort for the little girl. If there had been any at all, I doubt she would have noticed, as she continued in her reverie. "Darling?" I nudged her mind with the sound of my voice. She opened her eyes slowly, reluctant to come to reality. "Mmm?" She murmured enquiringly. "I don't think I shall be able to get my prick, er, penis into you. You are too tight even for my finger." I said as gently as I could. "You must. I simply have to get fff..." she faltered, uncertain about which vocabulary to employ. "Fucked," I finished for her. "I know, but it might be impossible to get this in there." I suggested as looked at the prick that I now put back in her hand. "I'll get some gel stuff, called KY. I use that sometimes when your Mum is a bit dry." (Don't ask me why I told her that!) "It might help to get my prick in you." And I eased myself away from her - one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. I was in and out of the bathroom as if time didn't exist. I was only aware of being back to my darling's naked body as it lay spread-eagled and waiting for me as if I'd never left. I squeezed a liberal globule of gel onto the top of her cunt-lips. "Ooh, it's cold," she said with a giggle. "Sorry." "No, it's nice." So I applied some more and then slipped it between her lips with my finger. It was natural and easy to spread it all over the inner surfaces of her crack that hitherto were hidden to the touch of any mortal soul. It was exquisite to feel the smooth surfaces that my slippery finger experienced; the folds of her cunt and the bump of her clitoris and, especially, the tiny opening to her vaginal passage. I played my sensitized fingertip over and around the hole before inserting the tip again. The grip of her cunt felt even tighter as my finger, hypersensitive under the influence of KY gel, forced her hole wider. The whole tube - not of KY, but of her cunt - gripped my finger as I inserted its length resolutely into her. I became even more convinced that to attempt to fuck this lovely child would be futile but, at the back of my mind was the knowledge that the accommodating facility of the human vagina was one of Nature's miracles. Armed with this intuition, I applied gel to the head of my dick and hinted to my nine-year-old virgin, that she should spread it over the organ. Obtaining new and improved sensations from this renewed activity was its own incentive to Jenine, and she set about her task with fervour. Once the slippery gel was liberally applied to all relevant surfaces, I climbed up to Jenine and straddled her delicate frame. I saw the burning flame in her eyes as she realised this was the moment she had been seeking. She was about to be fucked for the first time in her short life and have her virginity taken fully for the first, last and only time. She gasped as the smooth shiny head of my engorged prick forced her cunt-lips apart. My prick is not sensitive enough at the tip to know, of its own accord, where a cunt hole is; therefore I had kneeled back onto my heels so that I could see what was happening and guide my tool to the important location. Now that I had it at the right spot I found I was unable to apply the right amount of thrust. I, therefore, held Jenine around her slim thighs and pulled her frame up to my cock, essentially applying her body to my prick, rather than the other way round. Slowly, in trying to implant her on my prick, I pulled her harder and harder against the rock hard rod until the head burst into her hole. At that point, when she gasped loudly with a little-girl cry of surprise, I held her there, unmoving. I had two inches of swollen prick-head throbbing in a nine-year-old cunt and just the thought should have been enough to make me come - but I held still and suppressed the ejaculation. I surveyed the scene: casting my eyes carefully and slowly up from her knees that were spread really wide apart - for such a small frame - either side of my hips; along her lovely firm young thighs where my hands stroked just to reinforce the image; up to her hips which topped the inverted triangle in the point of which my prick was partially buried, forcing apart her stretched cunt-lips; eyeing over the narrow waist where my hands now stroked and glancing inwards over her tight little stomach to enjoy the sight of her perfect little indented navel; and on upwards to her chest, where the contours of her little ribs were emphasised by the heaving pants of her erratic breathing. Concealing the ribs in two places were the early development of her two breasts, nothing really yet but the barely detectable subcutaneous swelling beneath the exciting pliability of her nipples which now bent and stretched under the whimsical application of my fingers and thumbs. I brought both my hands down each side of her shoulders to stroke smoothly along her arms until I reached her delicate fingers. Here I folded them into my hands and brought them in together so they could rest on my prick which still had four or five inches of impaling to go. Jenine, in some transport of sexual reverie, grasped the shaft without any particular cognizance of the physical action but with heightened awareness of its salaciousness. It was my turn to expel an, "Oh my God," as her touch took away my breath. I spread my hands over her torso, taking in as much of her frame as my hands could encompass. What little they didn't reach in one touch I quickly included by stroking them lovingly down over her tight, smooth skin that glistened now with her frustrated sexual exertions. Frustrated because I was keeping my prick - the source of her anticipated sexual liberty and fulfillment - quite motionless. I continued to enjoy stroking her lovely body, handling every inch I could. It was exquisite to feel her small shape in my hands as she gripped fiercely onto my prick, trying to pull it into her. I could have remained like this for hours but I knew that Jenine couldn't handle the mental torture I was putting her through and so I brought my hands to her hips and gently pulled her body down over more of my erect shaft. She emitted a gasp of sexual relief as it impaled deeper into her cunt, and the small inner groan that I detected, almost smothered by the rush of air from her lungs, was enough to remind me that I was supposed to be fucking Jenine, and this was not some masturbatory dream I was having. Without warning I rose to my knees, my prick still buried into the little girl's cunt and lifting her bodily up with it. I kicked my legs out behind me so that I was straight from toe to head. Lowering myself, I placed Jenine back to the bed with my prick and commenced to stroke it into and out of her hole. Smoothly and rhythmically, I glided my slippery cock up and down her channel so the poor child had no defense against the overwhelming feelings that consumed her little person. Jenine lay back below me and kept perfectly still as she wallowed in the sensations pulsing through her tiny body. I had to keep myself suspended by stretching out my arms for fear of squashing her - after all, her head was way down by my chest - but it enabled me to observe her from a distance, so to speak. Her mouth was agape; her eyes, barely visible below the half-closed fluttering lids, were rolling around as her head began to roll about too. She panted heavily with her chest, her diaphragm being held taught as her stomach sunk in deeply so she could enhance the pleasures emanating from between her legs by employing the increased application of her vaginal muscles. She focussed her semi-conscious thoughts to the delights of her cunt being stimulated by the rhythmic thrusts of my throbbing prick. I doubt if she would have noticed any external influence whatever it may have been - the entrance of her mother, for example, or the ending of the Universe. Pretty little Jenine became more and more animalistic under the stimulation of sexual intercourse. Whilst she remained impaled on a single rod, her whole her body became increasingly animated and beyond her control. Her hands gripped my sides, her fingernails digging deep into my flesh. As the only part of my body touching this little girl was my prick - my legs being stretched behind me and my frame being supporting with toes and hands alone - her entire body shivered involuntarily and her legs, free to move as they pleased, alternately squeezed together and then relaxed to get the full effect from feeling the length and thickness of my prick as it stroked in and out of her tight cunt. At times the base of my tool was halfway to her knees and, at the other extreme, my balls slapped against her arse when she received almost the full length up, deep inside her. I kept up this smooth-flowing fucking motion for some minutes - longer than I ever did with her mother simply because my mind could focus on the tightness of her pussy and the incredible novelty of fucking a nine-year-old. But, in time, I knew I was going to burst, jetting my massive build-up of cum deep inside her. She knew about my vasectomy, and so she was doubtless expecting me to fill her with jism on her very first fuck - perhaps that was why she had chosen me. I was not going to disappoint her and wanted her to enjoy every aspect of this experience. "Jenine," I whispered softly. I had to repeat her name two or three times before she knew where she was. "Mmm?" Her eyes struggled to see me. "I can't fuck you any longer without coming. I have to shoot my spunk into you any second now." "Okay," she said lovingly and embraced me as best she could, being so small. "You'll come inside me, yes?" Revealing that she hadn't fully understood what I had said. "Of course, my love. It could be messy though as there will be plenty of juice." "It can't be messy. It's your sperm, part of you, and I so love you," she cried, tears flowing freely down her soft cheeks. I licked them off, tasting their saltiness. The action of licking her face, her tears, her words, I know not which, was enough to spring my ejaculation on me unexpectedly and I bellowed loudly as my juice pounded her cervix, was forced around my shaft and expelled out evenly over her cunt-lips. I came more, bursting inside her tight cunt. Explosive jets shot through my prick to splatter deep inside this eager nine-year-old, only to seep out of the tight, confined area. "Oh, yes. Fuck me, come in me. I love you; I love you so much. I want to love you forever and fuck you forever. I love your prick inside me it feels so nice. It's so big in me. I love you. Oh God," the little girl whispered and yelled randomly in my ear. Then suddenly she went completely rigid. My prick was compressed tighter than at any time since it had entered her, almost painfully, and so I was unable to continue my thrusting movements. She held me there for many seconds, as her come overwhelmed her. I could feel waves of muscular motion rippling through her vagina as it seemed to milk what seminal fluids might have been left in my prick. I was suddenly aware of the most exquisite sensation on the tip of my prick and later concluded that it must have been the opening to her cervix, pulsing open and closed with her orgasm and preparing to receive the expected sperm for her womb. I hadn't finished coming myself but, with this constriction, I was unable to ejaculate for the moment - although, believe me, I felt the need. At this point I found I was able to thrust a little more and could insert myself deeper into her than previously through the opening her body had generously presented to me. I came harder than ever and this time, my infertile juice injected right up and remained where it was deposited. Jenine screamed in one final shuddering climax and collapsed, exhausted, spent and fulfilled. I rolled off and lay beside my child lover and, holding her hand, fell asleep. 0 ==== 0 0 0 ==== 0 "Darling," she said to me some time later, as if she was a woman. Well, I guess any girl who has been properly fucked could behave like a woman thereafter - I wondered if her mother would detect any change in her daughter. She stroked my forehead as she kissed my lips. "Mmm?" I asked trying to get back to the real world. "Did I tell you I love you?" She asked. "Did you ever! And I love you, my Angel," I said, pulling her little body against me and running my hand down her back to rest on her pert, round bottom. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," she said. I wasn't sure what she meant by that or if she was joking. "It was the only fuck you've ever had!" I remonstrated with as much humour as I could inject. "It was your first time." "I know, and it was wonderful. I want to know if it will be as wonderful when you do it to me again, later." "Oh God," I said as if it was something I failed to relish. "You will fuck me later won't you? Please. I want to do it lots. It's fantastic, fucking. It was so wonderful I can't quite remember how lovely it really felt. All I know is I want to do it with you again and again." She pouted at me and added in a sultry tone, "You don't mind do you?" I wondered if she had any understanding of the reality - how I would always want to fuck her, as would any normal man -, or if she actually did understand and was just toying with me. I decided she didn't really know about men and life yet. For her, this fuck was so extreme in the pleasure it had given her that it masked any appreciation of the fact that it must feel almost as good to everyone who fucked. She was so focussed on her own joy that it consumed her completely and any pleasures I received were undetectable or insignificant to her. I wondered what kind of sexual monster I had just helped out of Pandora's box. Was she going to turn into a girl who couldn't get enough and develop a sexual greed never to be fully sated? I shrugged away the thought. I would go with the flow for the moment. "No, I don't mind making love to you again at anytime, providing," I added, "you remember what we said at the beginning - that this is our secret." "Of course," she said dismissively. I didn't believe her and knew then that the word would get round her classmates first thing Monday morning. I only hoped my name would not be mentioned. Jenine and I, shortly after, went through to the kitchen to grab something to eat and drink. We were both naked and she was quite unperturbed by my spunk running down her legs. She was almost casual about running her hand over the wetness and spreading it around and over her stomach. I enjoyed watching Jenine's pretty nine-year-old body move about the room. She opened the fridge for some milk, leaping back from the blast of cold air with a squeal; she stretched to tiptoe as she reached for the bread; parting her legs a little as she did so; she came over to where I was sitting on a stool and, lifting my prick in her hand, gave it one kiss before moving off to find some jam for her bread. Once she had scooted around my kitchen grabbing all she needed and preparing her bread and jam, she lifted herself effortlessly up onto the worktop and, spreading her legs, deposited her plate between them. It never occurred to her to wash her hands before picking up her slice of bread and taking a bite. I admired her for it, although I suspect her mother would not have approved even if she had just come in clean from the garden pool. Mums always want their kids to wash hands before eating, and I suppose Jenine's Mum would have frowned a little if she knew her daughter's hands were covered in both our sexual juices. She knew I was studying her naked cunt as I sat opposite her, and she merely smiled her approval at me. I noticed her smile out of the corner of my eye and looked up to her lovely dark eyes and grinned foolishly at her. I shall never forget the generous gesture she then performed for as long as I live. Under what inspiration she acted I could not tell, but sensuously, Jenine scooped a finger-full of jam off the bread on the plate and, having parted her cunt-lips with the other hand, proceeded to apply the sweet sticky substance to her inner lips. What remained on her finger after this application, she wiped over the outer surface of her pussy. I involuntarily licked my lips, unaware that she was studying my reactions. She laughed out loud. "Oh, gosh, it's all sticky down there. Do you think you could lick it off for me?" She asked, full of childish mischief. "Well, I don't know. You wouldn't do it for me if I accidentally got jam all over my prick." "I would." "No, you wouldn't." "Would." "Wouldn't." "Would." And with that, she jumped down to the floor, sticky pussy and all, and quickly rubbed her bread over my dick. Taking one bite out of the slice, chewing it and swallowing with a mischievous look, she then bent forward and placed the entire length of my partly deflated dick into her mouth. Five minutes of generous application of tongue and sucking cleaned it nicely. "Would," she triumphantly repeated as she stood before me, giving one last lick to her lips. "Now your turn." And she resumed her place on the countertop and spread her legs wide. I needed no second bidding. In a flash I was between her thighs, giving her cunt the tongue-lashing she wanted. It was delicious - not the jam, but her pussy. Soft and puffy were her outer lips and, in a way, I enjoyed licking at those the most, but I knew my job was to remove the jam from her inner lips and any that had strayed into her cunt hole. I was in Heaven. And I licked and sucked all over, in and around her mound, poking my tongue into her hole and generally making a feast of her juices, which flowed now with remarkable plenitude. What with her sucking my cock, which by now was throbbing mercilessly, demanding attention, and my sucking her cunt, I think we were both ready for some more action. "I'm sorry, I just have to stick this in you," I told her as I rose to me feet and applied my cock to her wet pussy. "Go ahead," she said, holding apart her outer lips for me. "No, let them go. I want them to feel my prick force them apart and slide over them," I explained. "Mmm," she assented, her imagination working on the concept. I didn't intend to fuck her for long, here in the kitchen. I wanted some sixty-nine action - if it was possible with such a little girl. So I planned to screw her gently for a few minutes then get her to suck off her own juices from my prick. The plan worked well for a few seconds, but as soon as I'd got my full length into her, I realised it was going to take a Herculean effort of willpower on my part to take my dick out before it shot its load up her cunt. I resumed my rhythmical piston action and took her almost immediately to another orgasm. She came so easily that I began to worry about the kind of life she was heading for. Surely, if orgasms were this easy and this intense, she would want to have one every few minutes. She could become a slave to her own climaxes. Under the influence of such psychological considerations, I found it easier to remove my prick than I'd expected. I withdrew as she was halfway to her second orgasm, and she moaned predictably in disappointment. "Here," I offered her my prick, "suck your own juices off my dick. I want you to taste how delicious you are." Jenine slid quickly to the floor and planted her mouth over the entire length of my fully erect dick. She sucked hard and greedily, I suspect to get sufficient mental stimulus to continue her climax. It worked. As she sucked and slobbered over the wet shaft, she came again - without even touching herself. I found it stimulating for, as she moaned and jerked with each pulse of pleasure, she licked and sucked my prick, and that did two things: one, it transmitted wonderful irregular jerking movements through my cock and, two, it made me think she was worshiping my penis and the noises were of admiration. I know, I'm vain when it comes to my tool. That comes from too many women telling me that it's a lovely cock and that I should let more women share it. Don't ask me why some women tell me that, I just put it down to sexual reverie rather than any intrinsic penile beauty. However, with Jenine, I was beginning to think it was the latter until I realised that this was the first cock that she'd been so intimate with - I assumed. Before I came again, I lifted her gently, but firmly to her feet, held her tight to me (it was novel to feel my cock pressed against a chest instead of near cunt as I'm more accustomed). It was pure affection and I thought again how much I loved her, and so I told her so. "Thank you," she said this time in reply. "Let's go for a drive," I suggested for no obvious reason but, as I thought about it, I realised that it could be very sexy to drive about, go to the mall, or wherever the best crowds might be, and know that this pretty dark nine-year-old, that everyone would think was my niece or daughter, was in fact my latest - and best - lover. No one would think that we'd just fucked and would do so again as soon as we got home. "What, go out with no clothes on?" She teased. "Well, I wouldn't mind but I think the rest of the world might. Let's go and buy you something sexy to wear, and then we could go to a Pizza place or something." "Okay. Great," she agreed and skipped of girlishly to dress. I slipped on an old tracksuit and was in the lounge when she returned in a skirt and top. "I won't need these," she told me and proceeded to lift her skirt and slide down her knickers. "They might get in the way if I want you to touch me there." And she came over to me, hugged me and tried to reach up to kiss me. I bent low and touched her lips with mine and then we set off to the mall. 0 ==== 0 0 0 ==== 0 It was exquisite to know that no one knew what we knew about our relationship. Shop staff treated us like father and daughter, passers by never gave us a second glance beyond noting Jenine's beauty. And all the time, I knew that she loved sucking my cock and wanted me to fuck her as soon as I could. If only they knew! I bought her a simple yellow flap of a top. It was like half a handkerchief with string that went around her back. An inverted triangle where one corner hung toward her navel and the other two corners just covered her nipples. The string ties meant that her back was virtually naked. I loved it and didn't mind paying the exorbitant price they wanted for it. The skirt-come-shorts, which the lady called a skort (well, they couldn't call it a shirt could they!), was a marvel of modern sartorial design. From the front, it looked like a very short skirt with a ridiculously sexy slit up either side and from behind it looked like a very tight pair of pants - more like underwear - but it suited her rounded bum and shapely legs. Just to look at her gave me - and probably a few other guys, I hoped - a throbbing erection. We walked out with her wearing the outfit and immediately men were elbowed by their wives who knew their man was staring at my sexy girlfriend. In fact I actually heard one middle-aged woman tell her husband, "You dirty old man," as she tugged him away. I was tempted to creep up to him from behind and whisper in his ear, "I'm fucking her later," just to see his reaction as I walked my prize in front of him. Unfortunately, I lacked the courage. Jenine and I had pizza and she kept calling me daddy and holding on to me like any child would, but smiling at me like any child wouldn't, and after the pizza we took in a movie. When good fortune is shining upon you, sometimes it seems to beam for a long time. As luck would have it, the triple `theatre' cinema was showing two films that I didn't even bother to note and "The Professional" or, as it's called in some places, "Leon". For those of you that don't know about it, let me say simply that it's a love story between a twelve-year-old girl, Mathilde - Natalie Portman took the role when she was twelve - and a thirty-something hit-man, Leon. I'm not here to tell you more about the film but to explain that it is an ideal film to take a nine-year-old girl to, who you are fucking - unless there is any pornography you can take her to instead. Jenine came out into the daylight still in tears. She clearly related to Mathilde who, in the film had asked Leon to fuck her. He declined and, inevitably, was killed in the end. It was sad, but for Jenine, it had extra significance. "I think he should have fucked her," she told me as we walked hand in hand into McDs to find something else to eat. "Why? She has plenty of time, she was very young." I responded, merely to help develop her thoughts. "Because she loved him." "You can't fuck everyone you love, you know." "Why not?" "Well, they may be attached to someone else, like married for example." "Oh, I see what you mean," she considered my point. "But Leon wasn't married," she pointed out. We'd found a seat opposite a woman and her son, and were slurping on our cokes and nibbling burgers sitting side by side. People nearby were listening to `Daddy' explaining the facts of life to his `daughter' and smiled benevolently. I think they'd only picked up the conversation after we'd used the word fuck, otherwise they wouldn't have smiled. "No, you're right, he wasn't married, but he couldn't make love to her," I began to explain, moderating my language for those eavesdroppers, "because she was only twelve." That would please the prudish listeners, I thought, me telling my daughter that it was wrong to have sex so early in a little girl's life. "But I'm only nine!" Jenine exclaimed indignantly and too loudly. "If I can, so could she!" Heads definitely turned then. Oh shit, I thought, how do I respond to that? I gave her a sideways kick under the table and stuffed as much of the burger into my mouth as I could without choking on it. "I still think he was dumb not to do it with her," she said with child-like simplicity. I saw one or two heads shake slowly and heard one person tut. I caught the eye of the mother with the son who seemed sympathetic to my plight - obviously she didn't know I was fucking my girl - and gave me the "I-know-what-you're-going-through" look, smiling understandingly. I gathered some courage, "Well, I think, young lady, that you'd do well to wait until you are much bigger before you start any of that sort of thing," I said hoping for some finality to the discussion. "Too late," she mumbled, but loud enough for my sympathiser to hear. I looked pleadingly at the woman who saw clearly that I was wounded and totally out of my depth and, at that moment, I felt Jenine's hand fold over my prick and squeeze it quickly to erection. The woman misinterpreted my blush as one of embarrassment for Jenine's words. "Excuse me," injected the lady, "how old is your daughter?" She asked conspiratorially. "Nine," Her eyebrows went halfway to her hairline. "And is she, er, you know...?" Incredulous she may be, concerned certainly. I nodded sagely. "Oh my Go..." She looked with troubled eyes at her little boy, who could only have been seven or eight, as if he might catch whatever Jenine had and the contamination would bring about his promiscuity. "You must take her to the doctor," she told me, trying to help. "I can't," I replied, unable to resist the temptation, "he's the one who, er, you know..." And I gave her the most wounded look of hopelessness that even Steve Martin would have been proud of. "Oh, poor child," she sighed, at which point it all became too much for Jenine. "Excuse me," she began as a clear prelude to going on the offensive. "I am not a `poor child' at all. I would not have sex with any man unless I loved him deeply. Love is what counts, not just sex. It isn't abuse, or whatever you think, and I'm not a victim. Huh, you know nothing," she finished with, and bit again into her burger. I was impressed more than the woman opposite who firmly manhandled her boy and left in high dudgeon. "That was bit strong wasn't it?" "Well, she should mind her own business," she said with certainty. "I think she was only trying to help." I explained feebly. "Help? What for? I don't need help, she does. She thinks that because I'm being fucked by you, that somehow I'm suffering - being abused - taken advantage of. It's busybodies like her who cause the most trouble; trying to make girls like me feel guilty about being a victim. Well, I seduced you. I begged you to fuck me. How can that be abuse - unless I'm abusing you?" Thank goodness she spoke soft enough in her indignation that others did not hear her. I felt certain I would have been arrested if they had. "Calm down madam. You know what you need to cool yourself off?" I asked innocently - I was thinking about one of the whipped ices. "Yeah, a good fuck. Let's go home and do it," she grinned and squeezed my dick again. Only then did I realise that she had never let go of it. On the drive home, Jenine removed my prick from my trousers, pulling it out over the elastic waistband and affectionately fondled it. I stroked her soft, smooth legs of which there was so much exposed in her new outfit. As we moved out of the town, Jenine bent over and began to suck my prick as I stroked her bare back. It was a delightful drive home. 0 ==== 0 0 0 ==== 0 "Got any good films we can watch?" she asked as we moved into the lounge. "Yep. Terminator, Alien, Predator," I began. "No, not that kind. You know, something rude," she interrupted and nestled her little frame against me on the sofa. "Oh, well, I have some blues: black girls getting fucked by white guys; black guys with big cocks being sucked by white girls; two girls together. You know the normal sort of crap." Perhaps I went a little overboard. "The first one sounds alright, but haven't you got any of really young girls being fucked?" Now, I thought, what makes her think I would have anything so illegal? "Now that would be illegal," I voiced my thoughts. "I know, but I think it's really cool. Most of the girls at school lose their virginity by the time they are thirteen or fourteen. It's crazy that it's illegal for us to fuck," she said with vehemence. "Well, it's not illegal if the boyfriend is under sixteen, only when the guy is older - like me," I added with a little trepidation at the thought. "Whatever. Have you got any?" "What?" I was deliberately obtuse. "Videos of young girls getting it?" "Promise not to tell?" She nodded as her face lit up. "Okay, I'll get it. I've only got the one. It's a bit wishy-washy but it'll give you the idea of what's going on." The main reason it was of poor quality was that I'd watched so often. Although I had never entertained the notion of doing anything like that myself, I still enjoyed watching a perfect little girl playing with a huge cock. Well, it wasn't that huge; it was just the proportions that made it look so. "What's it about?" She asked before I'd unwrapped it from the brown paper. "She's about eight or nine," "Same as me," she interrupted with glee. "Sure. She's Indian, so I guess that's where they made the movie, but the guy is big and looks like he's a sailor or something as he has tattoos on his back and arms." "What do they do?" She asked with some impatience. "Why don't you wait to watch it?" I asked reasonably. "I want to hear you tell me about it first. It's sexy to hear you talk about it. Then I can watch it." Dirty girl, I thought. "Okay. It starts when she is playing with some friends at skipping in a grubby little back street. She sees this man eyeing her from a corner and soon wanders over to him. He asks her if she would like to earn some money. You can see she is poor and would say yes, which she does. The next scene - they don't waste time in these movies - she is removing her clothes and jumps into a shower. Then we see the man lying on the bed with his big dick sticking straight up. She walks in and is clearly scared." "Why?" Jenine interrupted. "Because, I guess, she's never seen one or even thought about it. Anyway, another man off camera calls out instructions and she goes over to the bed and sits next to this prick, er, I mean this man's prick - not that he is one, well, he might be. Whatever," I muttered with confusion. "She's told to kneel over him and suck it and the camera, er - can I tell you straight, `cos it's really rude?" "Sure. That's want I want you to do," She said, licking her lips. "Well, the camera zooms in to her cunt, and as she starts to put the guy's prick in her mouth - which we can see from between her legs - that cameraman's hand reaches out and pulls her tiny cunt lips apart so we can see inside her pink slit." I couldn't help it, but just telling Jenine about this was a real turn on for me. My prick was throbbing already. "We can tell that she is really, really tight. Her hole is no bigger than a pencil's diameter. So you start to wonder how she's going to get fucked by that huge cock she's sucking. Just to emphasis the point, the camera zooms in to it and her lips being stretched as she stuffs it inside her mouth. "Another camera shot shows her face and you can see she is starting to enjoy what she is doing. As it pans around, you realise that it wasn't the other cameraman, but a young boy about sixteen or seventeen who had been opening her cunt. You see his pretty little prick move up to her cunt and try to force itself in. The little girl yelps but carries on sucking the older man. Soon she gets used to the thrusting she is getting from behind. "This scene goes on for a bit before you see her sucking the little boy's dick as she sits her pussy down on the old man's face. He loves sucking her pussy as you can hear all the slurping noises and him mumbling things like, `God she tastes nice,' `what a lovely young cunt she has,' and stuff like that." "Do young cunts taste nice?" she asked me innocently. "Oh yes, especially to older men after they've sucked older pussies. The flavour changes as women get older." "Well, you had better suck mine as much as you can before I get old and stale," she told me with the kind of ignorance of mortality and ageing that is so refreshing and innocent in the young. I swallowed hard. "You want to hear more about the vid, or shall I just pop it in now?" "Go on, tell me more. I want to hear about the big cock going in her. Does it hurt her?" "I wouldn't know. She yelped a bit but soon got into the swing of things. Anyway, here she is getting sucked off by the big guy whilst she's sucking off the young one. I guess at this point the first cameraman can't take any more and he pushes the boy out of the way and shoves his prick in her face. So the boy goes round to her rear and without bothering to ask, shove his dick straight into her arse. Then she screams out loud for a second before she gets used to it. I suppose as she was getting paid a lot of money - for her, but I guess for the guys, just an hour's wages - she thought it best to take what they did to her. They weren't rough or anything, just giving her plenty of prick. "So the film goes on like this for a bit before the man who has been sucking her cunt tells the boy to go and get the girl's sister. Apparently he knows where to find her. Fade out and fade in and we have the same scene but now with a smaller, but prettier child of six or so. She's staring incredulously at what her big sister is doing. "Shortly after that the first cameraman shoots his load into the girl's mouth and there is loads of cum spreading all over her face. She doesn't drink any though." At this point I thought I'd cut out telling Jenine the rest and just go straight to the ending. I couldn't wait to see the film again and I was dying to get my prick into action. "Then the big guy is on the bed alone - that is, without the other males - and he is about to impale the pretty, bigger girl onto his enormous tool. The little sister is holding it up for her and she lowers herself slowly over the full length. The expressions on her face are enough to make you want to cum. Then the little sister puts her delicate little pussy over the guy's face and he sucks on her sweet juices - if she has any - whilst he has the other girl ride his cock. This goes on for a while before he shoves her off - both of them - stands up and lays them both on the bed. He then rubs his prick so all his spunk jets out all over their naked little bodies. And boy, does he jet out. It goes on and on and both little girls are covered in sperm from their hair down to their bald little pussies. It's quite a scene I tell you. Let's watch it." Jenine had been fingering herself all the while, which had made me desperate to feel her body again. I shoved the video in and we both stripped naked. I sat on the sofa and Jenine sat on my lap with her back to me and with my prick rising up between her legs. In this position we could both watch the video and she could hold my cock and pull it against her clit and rub herself against it. I could run my hands all over the front of her body, stroking the lovely soft flesh - I did so, with a feeling of awe. "His cock is bigger than yours," she told me frankly and, before I had time to feel bad about it she added, "but yours is much nicer. I think it's pretty." And she stroked it all the more. "Was my hole that small when you pushed your thingy in?" "Yep." "Wow." Jenine began to stand to her feet and I thought she was moving away when I realised that she was merely arranging herself so she could insert my prick into her cunt. She slid easily but tightly down my shaft until her bottom came to a halt on my lap. She then lay back against me again. This time I had the added bonus of being able to finger her clitoris. It was a mere couple of minutes before she came and when she did, she turned her head to me and kissed me passionately with an open mouth. Her orgasm was profound and she breathed into my lungs as she groaned and shuddered. Once it was over, she turned her attention back to the film. "Would you like to do it with two girls at the same time?" she asked casually as the small one on the screen lowered her pussy over the guy's face whilst her sister gave him head. "I, er well, I er..." When you get a question like that from a nine-year-old girl who has your prick stuffed into her pussy, it kinda takes you by surprise. "You would wouldn't you?" she offered. "I don't think it would be right. This is love, that would be sex. There is a difference." "We could mix the two. You and me could love each other and she could be the sex part." Suddenly she leaned back hard against me and turned her head for another long kiss as she orgasmed again. My prick stretched and twitched inside her tightness. "You would like that wouldn't you Jenine?" "It looks like fun," she confided. "I'm sure it's fun, but it's also very illegal. You want to get me shot. There isn't a girl within miles of here who, firstly, could be relied on not to tell and, secondly, would want to play your games." I told her with finality. "Not true. My best friend, Ornella - she's eight and black - wants to play with a nice prick. We've talked about it lots. She already knows about you and me." She dropped the bombshell so gently. "How could she know about you and me? We didn't do anything until today!" I was indignant. "I told her I was going to fuck you today. She knows how I feel about you and she likes you too." "She doesn't know me," I protested but I already knew I was wrong - obviously the girl knew me somehow. "She does. She's seen you when you've been to the school to pick me up. She said you look dishy. You wait `till I tell her what a lovely prick you've got." And she reached her hand down between her legs to feel the base of my prick that couldn't go inside her body, to reassure herself that it was lovely. "We agreed that after I'd had sex with you, I would let you do it to her. She wants to lose her virginity." "Well, I think I might refuse even if having you both at once might be fun." Maybe there wasn't enough conviction in my voice for she responded somewhat dismissively with, "Never mind now, we'll talk about it another time." The film, which I'd been idly watching as my nine-year-old nymphet fucked me, had gotten to the point where he was about to ejaculate over the two girls. "What do you think about what he's going to do now?" I asked Jenine. "Looks cool. I wouldn't mind having lots of that stuff spraying over my body. It's kinda sexy," she said. "You mean more than one lot of sperm spraying over your little body?" "Yeah, perhaps a whole classroom of guys," She told me. I wasn't sure if she wasn't just winding me up. "What about a whole nightclub-full of guys?" "What, like those men who go to that place you go to? Whispering Sands is it?" It was a topless bar on the outskirts of town and most of us punters were regulars. I knew at least a dozen who would pay big bucks to fuck Jenine. "Yes that's the place. You could have half a dozen pricks shoot their load over you. You could have a bath in hot slippery cum." "Mmm," she purred and kissed me to another orgasm. It was time for me to shoot my load. It isn't easy talking dirty with a nine-year-old pierced by your prick as you play with all her body parts and stroke everything in between. I stood to my feet without taking Jenine off my tool. Still impaled, I carried her to the dining table and laid her face down on the cold polished wood. The height was perfect - I could fuck her tight little cunt whilst I held her round butt in my hands. I began to pump without any consideration for her comfort. With the cheeks of my buns tightening with each thrust, my feet planted squarely on the floor, I pounded her small body hard and fast. To begin with, I gave short sharp stabs at her pussy, pummelling it like there was no tomorrow. The preteen gasped and groaned, partly in pain and partly with the sexual stimulation I was giving her. After a few minutes though, I slowed and lengthened my thrusts, taking my prick out of her hole before driving it back in to the limit. I kept this steady, sensual piston action going non-stop. I knew I was going to come soon and I wanted to see if I could pump my prick like this right through my orgasm and flood her womb as she came too. It took longer than I thought. The smooth flowing motion was exactly what I needed to get the best sensuality out of this fuck. It was a long steady build up to the best fuck of my life. No longer was it Jenine I was shafting but just one tight quim and the loveliest firm, naked flesh that I was enjoying. Jenine clearly enjoyed this kind of fuck as she lay still, relaxing and taking in all the sensations, coming more frequently and with more intensity each time. When I came I had to roar loudly. I was fearful, I remember, of not ejaculating one milliliter because of the child's tightness. I thought the tubes would be compressed too much, but that was the thrill. A tight cunt that I could penetrate to the hilt, was exactly what I needed to bring about the most intense orgasm of my life. I flooded her insides as I held on to her hips and pumped more and more into her. About halfway through my coming, I suddenly gripped her thighs and spun her body round on my prick so that she was on her back. Her legs had been able to do the splits with ease - a fact that I noted for future benefit. It was divine to continue my pumping into her as I watched her face and ran my hands all over her body and up to her nipples. Jenine held my hands as I pinched and pulled the rubbery protrusions. At last we were sated - well, I was, I doubt if Jenine could ever be for long. "About my friend Ornella..." she began. If you enjoyed this story, do let me know with an email. You will find the link on my profile.