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 My Lolita

   by Knight of Passion

   Story Codes: M/f, lolita

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   Knight ----

   I was in love with her right from the beginning.  From the very first
time I gazed into those perfect blue eyes and tasted those candy-pink lips,
I knew that we belonged together.  My Lolita and I.

   I can still recall the sweet innocence of her naked body as I moved
between her legs.  She was ready for me, as hungry for my touch as I was
for hers, eager to prove herself as a woman and lover.  We touched and
kissed and explored each other, our twin desires building to a glorious
desperation.

   Then, after an eternity and all at once, it was time.  Gritting my teeth
with the effort of containing my passion for this delicious young woman,
this irresistible girl, I placed the tip of my penis against her delicate
pussy.  The swollen glans, glistening with droplets of semen, looked crude
and bestial against her pale flesh: a contrast which intensified when her
slick lips parted and the head of my prick pressed into her willing snatch,
her smooth labia stretched obscenely around my thick shaft.  She trembled
at that first incursion, and I can still picture her expression of
blossoming ecstasy as pleasure surged through her virginal body, her nerves
singing out in unholy joy, her body finally fulfilling it's most sacred
purpose and accepting the man she loved.

   With swift, certain strokes, I plundered my nymphet's tender body.  Her
pink rosebud lips parted in an inaudible sigh, her eyes fixed on mine as
our bodies moved together, the urgency of her passion matching my own.  The
wicked flush of desire which illuminated her features made me hunger for
her; it made me ache for her.

   Somehow, I summoned up the strength of will to deny my orgasm.  With a
gentle touch, I lifted her hips, allowing my questing cock better access to
her sweet treasures.  She gasped then, a soft sound, and her eyes closed,
her breath coming hard and fast.  I dared to hope that I was bringing my
Lolita her first orgasm, and I redoubled my efforts, plunging my pulsing
cock into her, touching the very deepest parts of her being.  I gazed at
her, committing every detail of her beautiful body to memory, watching her
fingers clutch at the thin coverlet, watching her pink tongue press hard
against her upper lip...  watching my Lolita cum for me.

   I could contain it no longer.  A torrent of jism surged from my penis,
filling my darling ingenue's quivering pussy with surge after surge of my
creamy fluid, thick rivulets leaking from her as her pussy contracted again
and again, milking every precious drop from my heavy balls.

   Utterly spent, I leaned down and kissed her upturned lips, tasting
cherries and the salty tang of her sweat.  Reaching up to tease an errant
strand of her away from her face, I smiled at her expression of absolute
contentment.

   "Was I...  good?" she sighed happily, already drifting toward sleep.

   I kissed her again, brushing my lips against hers.  "You were the best,"
I whispered.

   "I hope we can do it again," she murmured, surrendering herself to the
sweet embrace of sleep.  I kissed the tip of her nose, then touched my lips
to her forehead, and leaned back.

   I loved her from the beginning, you see, from the very first time.  But
if someone had foretold the path our relationship would take, the wondrous
and amazing things my Lolita and I would do together, that I would witness
her exploration of every part of her sexuality, I would have laughed in
their face, dismissing such wild imaginings as impossible.

   But they did happen.  And I was lucky enough to be there with her.



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