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   Eleanor At the Pierre, Part Two: by Mars Bonfire (Mg, pedo, oral, rom)



   I didn't so much wake up as I drifted slowly into reality.  The reality
that I had fucked a seven year-old girl, eaten

   her pussy, sucked on her tongue, shot my voluminous sperm-load into her
tiny, tight soaking-wet pussy.  That, my friends,

   is one hell of a reality.  So what next?  What does one do when one's
personal space-time contiuum has been disrupted

   forever by the sexiest seven year-old girl of all time?  Apparently, we
would not be going back to Kansas anytime soon.

   I heard sounds coming from the bathroom, and looked up to see my
pre-teen lover enter the bedroom, dressed in the tiniest

   pink silk baby-doll nightie imagineable.  Her face was freshly scrubbed,
her hair wet and held back by clips that looked

   like hibiscus flowers.  She crossed the room, sat down on the bed, took
my face in her hands and kissed me.  "Hello, my

   darling.  Did you have a nice snooze?" she said, only half kidding.  "I
was dreaming of you, so of course it was a

   nice snooze." I said languidly.  "You're just in time for a little
refresment", she said, and I noticed a silver ice

   bucket with a bottle of Moet White Star by the bed.  She picked up two
glasses, poured them, and handed one to me.

   She grabbed the bottle and said "Follow me, if you can handle one more
surprise tonight".  "I'm pretty sure that you

   could surprise me every night for a hundred years.  I'll leave myself in
your obviously capable hands", I replied.

   She crossed the room back toward the bathroom, paused at the door, set
down the champagne bottle and glass and swiftly

   removed the nightgown, dropping it on the floor.  She picked up the
bottle and glass in one hand and crooked her finger

   in a come-hither gesture, the slightest smile on her beautiful face.



   The bathroom was incredible, certainly the most elegant that I had ever
seen.  Soothing music played softly from

   invisible speakers, there were easily a hundred candles on every flat
surface and surrounding the huge garden tub in

   which the Jacuzzi was already steaming and bubbling.  Sonia's naked body
was accentuated by the flickering candlelight.

   "I've got the tub hot, but not too hot.  Your swimsuit area is all
sticky.  Little boy needs big Sonia to clean

   him up", she teased.  She held my hand as she stepped gingerly into the
gurgling, steaming tub.  Since the tub stood

   on a raised platform, for the first time that night we were standing
with our faces at the same level.  We quickly

   took advantage of the situation with another of our trademark lover's
kisses.  As our mouths licked, sucked and

   probed one another, my fingers roamed down between us to finger her tiny
little cunt.  I found her as wet or

   wetter than she had been all night.  The Mighty Quinn began to rise in
accordance with the stirrings in my groin.

   I couldn't help it- I was hooked on this child and I couldn't get
enough. As I stepped into the tub, Sonia slowly

   sat down in the bubbling water and waited for me, an expectant look on
her face.



   I stepped into the roiling water, hot, but not too hot, and carefully
sat down.  Sonia immediately straddled my

   waist, my cock bumping into her slit.  As she leaned in for a deep soul
kiss my cock began to register on the Mohs

   scale, so hard it was almost painful.  As we frenched, Sonia whimpered,
sighed, and rubbed her wet, naked body on

   mine.  This time it was my turn to look searchingly into her eyes,
hoping for a sign.  My pre-teen angel obviously

   had an agenda and I was anxious to find out what it was.  She broke our
our kiss, giving me a final lick on

   my lips, and said "Sit up here on the ledge, I want to show you
something".  I hoisted myself up onto the ledge, my

   rebar stiff cock pulsing with each beat of my heart.



   Sonia crawled down between my open legs, and focused on my throbbing
cock.  "It really is beautiful, you know",

   said my pre-adolescent lover.  She stuck out her tiny pink tongue and
swabbed it all around my hyper-sensitive cock-head.

   I moaned and closed my eyes.  She sucked my cock-head just inside her
lips and began to push my cock further and

   further into her hot little mouth.  Unlike before, she kept pushing her
head down further and further, until my cock

   head bumped into the back of her throat.  She bounced her head up and
down on my cock, her copious saliva dripping

   from the sides of her mouth.  I felt another huge orgasm gathering
momentum in my loins, but I held off, wanting

   to fill her tiny cunt with another boiling hot sperm injection.



   I reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock, and pulled her towards me
for another award-winning soul kiss.  As we

   kissed, I received the benefit of her excess saliva, which I swallowed
like a man who was dying of thirst.  The magical

   pre-teen's spit tasted like the champagne that we had never gotten
around to drinking.  Who needed it?  I was so high

   on my adoration for this exceptional creature that alcohol would have
only harshed my buzz.  "Your turn", I whispered

   as I eased her up onto the opposite bathtub ledge.  I spread her skinny,
coltish legs and she leaned back with her

   arms supporting her weight, her feet on opposite sides of the corner of
the tub.  I wasted no time, adhering my

   lips and tongue to her tiny vaginal opening and pomegranate seed sized
clitoris.  I tried my best to jam as

   much of my thick, muscular, oily tongue into her pre-teen pussy as
possible.  I then proceeded to lick her entire genital

   area from pussy to taint to tight clean asshole.  She responded
fervently to the anal play, so I devoted several

   moments to ass-fucking her with my pliant tongue.  Sonia started to
climax, involuntarily bucking her hips in wild

   gyrations.  As I concentrated once more on her pussy, I moved with her
like a bull rider, never removing my lips and

   tongue from her shivering cunt.  I was rewarded for my efforts with a
sudden rush of her vaginal juices, which I lapped

   up like nectar.  She shook her head in a frenzy, moaning, pleading,
growling and grunting as if her pussy was being

   turned inside out.



   Sated but ready for more, greedy Sonia slid back into the churning water
as I laid back in the tub.  She slid up my

   groin between my spread legs and rubbed my cock on her tight stomach in
her journey up to continue our tradition

   of soul-kissing as much as possible.  Her face was bright pink and damp
from the intense orgasms she had experienced.

   Once again she straddled my waist in my semi-recumbent state, reached
between her legs for my stiff cock, and brushed

   it against her mini-cunt until the head slipped in.  She immediately
lowered herself onto my cock, which slipped

   right into her seven year-old pussy as if it were made to do exactly
that.  In an instant I was hilted in her supertight honey pot.  She paused
for a few seconds, letting her cunt adjust to my welcome intruder.  In the
meantime,

   her pussy clenched and unclenched my cock in time with her rapid pulse.
"That's it right there, baby.  Don't move

   a muscle, let me do my thing", she said between gasps.  As I felt her
heavenly ass brush my thighs, I groaned

   and involuntarily thrust my hips upwards, penetrating her more deeply
than before.  I looked down into the water, and

   her cunt lips were stretched obscenely around my stiff cock, as she
began to rock up and down.  Suddenly the universe rushed in on me, like the
Big Bang in reverse, and I felt an almost imperceptible pop around my cock
head.

   Sonia howled and moaned as she rocked her hips left and right, trying to
impale herself more completely on my gushing

   cock.  Despite the heat of the water, I felt her pre-teen discharge as
my cock twitched and spurted once more,

   shooting thick ropes of scalding come into the clenching muscles of her
seven-year old cunt.  As we both climaxed

   together, Sonia leaned forward, rubbed her erect nipples against my
bristly chest and glued her open mouth to mine.

   Time stood still as I verged on sensory overload of my highly stimulated
pleasure zones of mouth, cock and skin.  I

   almost came again from the sensation of pulling my well-used cock from
her oozing cunt.  She laid her head on my

   chest, put her arms around my neck, and whispered "That was the best
ever." It appeared that even my needy little

   pre-teen sex machine had finally had enough for one night.  We got out
of the tub, toweled each other off, and

   stumbled into bed, where we passed out in each other's arms.



   When I awoke, sunlight was streaming through the window of the luxurious
hotel suite, and Sonia was gone.  My clothes

   had been arranged on an armchair along with a brightly wrapped package
and a note addressed to "Michael" in a

   childish scrawl.  I got up, dressed, and opened the note.  "Dear
Michael, thank you for everything, saving my life, taking

   me to dinner and the fabulous sex.  I hope you understand why we can
never see each other again, except in our dreams.

   Love, Sonia".  I wasn't sure how to feel, a mixture of relief and
regret, but I knew that it was the truth.  I opened the

   package and found a platinum and star-sapphire ring from Tiffany with
the simple inscription inside "To Michael, from

   Sonia, With Love."



   End of Part Two