Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Fuck Doll Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg Date : 20170312 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=53041.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/FuckDoll%20-%20Pedo%20Mg.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A man acquires a worldly-wise pre-teen girlfriend. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. --==+==- Being a meter reader sucks about half the time, and is the coolest fucking job in the world the other half. A lot of it is getting to be out in the city, and walking all over the place, seeing people, seeing crap going on in the street. This job would super-suck in NYC or somewhere that there's winter, but here... it's great, except of course when a hurricane comes through. Anyway. In another few years I'll probably have to find another job, since they're slowly replacing all the meter with AMR's that don't have to be read by a person. So what, maybe the city'll find me something else to do. And somebody's gotta work on those damn things too. Anyway, my route isn't that big, I have to cover it all in a month, and it's in the middle of the city, where it's densely populated. Most of the meters are on the back of buildings, and some are in basements or maintenance rooms. I see it all, winos, weirdos, rats and ragheads, it's just amazing the shit you see in the city. Sometimes I get nervous, sometimes I get scared, and sometimes I just laugh. Anyway, Enough about me. This story is about the kid. I saw her one June morning as I walked out of an alley. I'd just spend an exhausting half hour reading a bank of meters in an apartment building and a group of stores. I stopped at the mouth of the alley and started finishing up my sheet, when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. You learn real quick in alleys and back rooms to be aware of the people around you. I'd been jumped a few times before and I didn't enjoy it, so I'm careful now. I tensed and looked up, but it was just a kid. She was young, that was obvious. Anywhere from nine to twelve, I guessed. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, ripped almost to shreds, and a t-shirt a few sizes too small. The t-shirt had a punky looking cartoon kid shooting the bird and screaming "Fuck off!" and it amused me for some reason, to see basically a little girl wearing something like that. I was already smiling when I got to her face. She was cute, goddam was she cute. An unlit cigarette hung from her lips. A little pug nose, fat naturally red lips, and huge brown eyes that just sucked me in. Her hair was dirty blonde, almost brunette. It cascaded over her shoulders and down her chest and back. It looked stylishly unkempt. In fact, the whole kid had that look about her, like she'd gotten up this morning, and carefully made herself up to look like she'd slept in an alley somewhere. My smile got wider. I almost felt like I knew this kid. The street was full of them, little street-kid wannabe's. The honest street people laughed at them too, I always thought. "What'choo lookin' at," she said, glaring at me. I laughed. "Just a little tough girl," I said, smiling. She didn't smile back. "Well, fuck you," she finally said. I laughed again. "I'm to old for that shit," I said. She still didn't smile. "Why you still lookin' at me?" she said. "You a perv?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm the perviest perv in the city. I eat little girls like you for breakfast." She curled her lip, and sneered. I finished my paperwork, and started down the sidewalk. "Bye, darlin'," I said, giving her a last glance, and walked away. I heard her mumble something under her breath, something that sounded suspiciously like "Fuck off" and laughed again to myself. It had made my morning to meet her, and staring at her hard little nipples beneath her t-shirt had given me a comfortable half-woodie. I would die to taste a little morsel like this creature, I thought. Oh to be young again. She'd asked the right question, and I'd answered truthfully, although I intended her to think I was joking. I am a perv, if you call liking little girls pervy. And I'd love to eat something like her for breakfast, lunch or dinner. She was a little fox, and I felt an immediate and strong attraction to her. I could tell from her attitude, though, she was probably too wild a piece of fruit to pluck. And, once again truthfully, I'd pretty much given that shit up, as I moved from my thirties into my forties. A few dozen feet later I heard a foot scuff on the sidewalk, and looked back. The girl was behind me, the cigarette, now lit, still in her mouth. She met my eyes and didn't look away. Was she following me, or did she just happen to be going where I was? No idea. I slowed imperceptibly, and she caught up with me. We walked side by side in silence for a while. An idea struck me. I didn't look at her, but I spoke loud, since a cement truck was passing. "Hungry?" I said. I waited a few seconds and looked at her. She took the opportunity to blow some smoke in my face. "Fungry, aye," she said, or what I interpreted from her mumble. "Come on then," I said. I looked at my watch. It was close enough to noon. "Let's go to Danny's." She didn't say anything, but followed me like a little puppy dog. I took her down 34th, and over to Wellington. There wasn't a line and we went right in. Dan was behind the counter, and he smiled at me. "Howdy, Russ," he said, and I nodded. "You brought the old lady today! Siddown! I jus' made a pot of fresh!" I heard the girl snort at his joke, but she didn't say anything else. We sat, her across from me, and Dan came up. I handed the girl a menu, and she slowly opened it. Dan and I chatted, and I told him I wanted the usual. He nodded and marked it on his notepad, and then looked at the girl. "I dunno, I never been here 'fore," she said defensively, still going through the menu. "No hurry," said Dan, and I laughed. The kid was so prickly... she amused me. Oh shit, I thought. I'm falling for her. Damn, that always happens. She finally picked a cheeseburger, and Dan wandered back to the grill. "What's your name?" I asked her. She met my eye. "Charity," she said, like she dared me to laugh at it. I knew how to play her game, at least. I knew to give it back to her, and thought I knew where the cut-off point was. "Charity, huh?" I said. "Do you give it away?" She gave me that universal look that kids give adults, when the adult is trying to be funny but is failing miserably. I laughed and she looked even more pained. "Lissen," she said. "What wuz you doin' in that alley? An' whut's that thing you got?" "That's a wireless terminal," I said. "I'm a meter reader. That thing's tied in to a computer in city hall." "Oh," she said. "You make lotsa dough, workin' for the city?" "I get by," I said. I wondered where this was going. Kids like her didn't simply chat for the hell of it, I knew. "I got a problem," she said. "I need cash, lots of it." "Oh really," I said. I waited. "Yeah," she said. "I busted some shit up at school. An' my dad says he ain't payin' for it, nohow." "Oh, that's too bad," I said. "Think the city'd hire me?" she said, and I laughed. "If you're eighteen, yeah," I said. She frowned. "Shit, that sucks," she replied. "How are people 'sposed to make money? That jus' fuckin' sucks." "How much are you talkin' about?" I asked, curious by now. "Eighty bucks," she said. Damn, I thought. Eighty bucks ain't nothin', the way she'd said it I thought she meant several hundred or even maybe a thousand. Maybe she wasn't some rich kid pretender. Maybe she really was poor. "You like school?" I asked. She immediately seemed to get defensive. "S'okay, I guess..." she said. I had guessed that she liked it, though, if she wanted the money. I assumed they wouldn't let her start next year if she didn't pay. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't even really do it... 'n fact. But I had to take the heat for it." she explained. I nodded. "Man, I gotta stay in school," she said. "It's my only chance to get outa this shithole." Well, she had that right, at least. Most kids around here that didn't bust their ass and make something of themself ended up stuck here like their parents before them. At least this girl seemed to realize that. "What do you want to do when you grow up?" I asked her. She looked at me like I was an idiot. "I am grown up," she said, almost sounding puzzled. "Okay," I said. "When you graduate, and go to college. What do you want to study?" "Oh," she said. I looked at the seventy pounds of girl across from me, and laughed silently at her thinking she was grown up. "I dunno," she said. "Maybe a doctor or somethin'. I'd like to help people, y'know?" She looked at me at that last sentence, once again like she dared me to laugh at her. I didn't. I respected her, plus I didn't want her to get mad and leave. I like the girl, I really liked her. Liked her hell, by now I loved her. I wondered if I'd ever see her again, after today. "Shit," the girl mumbled. "Shit, shit." I had an idea. "Listen," I said. "You're out of school, right?" She nodded. "If you'll help me, if you'll write the stuff down that I tell you on my pad, I'll pay you twenty bucks a day to help me. Twenty bucks cash." Her eyes seemed to light up at that. I could tell wheels were turning in her head. This was perfect, though. For a measly twenty bucks a day I could have the company of a beautiful sexy girl, and fuck... those nipples. I still couldn't keep my eyes off those nipples. This would be too cool. And it wouldn't even look that bad if somebody from the city saw me, she was just a street kid. Or I could say she was my niece or something. I wasn't worried. "Fuck yeah I'll do it," she said. "I ain't got shit to do anyway. Fuck yeah." I smiled and nodded. "We'll start today," I said. "You'll only get a half day in, but Friday we'll do a half a day again. It'll work out fair." "Cool," she said. For the first time I got to see her smile. God, she was beautiful when she smiled. Perfect bright white teeth. Her eyes just shone. She was beyond beautiful. Damn, what I'd give to see this kid in a dress and heels, I thought. Or, better yet, naked and spread-eagle on my bed. Damn, damn. This was a great day, so far. --==+==- The kid was good, and worked hard and serious. Her handwriting was impeccable, way better than mine. Her numbers almost looked printed, they were so perfect. And, best of all... by the end of lunch, she was the most delightful sociable little creature in town. She still cussed, of course... but her attitude towards me seemed to change. She didn't seem angry at me any more... and of course I knew that was mostly just an act, but she didn't seem to feel like she needed to do it any more. We did a few stand-alone apartment blocks, and a factory where we had to wear hard hats. She looked so cute in hers I took a pic with my phone, and she giggled and looked cross-eyed. She just seemed to look more beautiful every time I looked at her. I knew I was on thin ice... but... I didn't have anything planned, other than this. And... it had been so long... I didn't even try, anymore. I didn't have to try, though, with this one. She'd almost jumped right in my lap. I wondered about the chances of getting her to do just that, sit in my lap. Just to feel her on me... that would be enough, I thought. That would almost be enough. We finished up before four. I gave her a ten and a five, telling her the five was for dinner. I wasn't really ready to turn loose of her, though, and so I asked her to have dinner with me. She agreed, and we just went to a little taco joint, and I watched with amusement as she wolfed down half a dozen of them. Kids are just little compost machines, I thought, their metabolisms run so hot. Their prime directive is mostly just to burn food and excrete poop. "You said you live with your dad..." I had some hesitation about prying to closely into her life, I didn't want to push her away, if she had problems with it. But all that seemed to be behind us. She seemed willing to talk about anything now. "Yeah, just me an' my dad," she said. "My mom bailed years ago. I barely remember the bitch." "What's he do?" I asked. "He's a driver for ADL," she said. "He won't be home 'til next weekend. He's prolly in Oklahoma or somewhere by now." She laughed. "My dad is a cool mofo. He lets me do whatever I want. I mean, he pounds my ass when I get in trouble, like that school shit. But he's a pretty okay guy. I try not to let him down... too much." I nodded. Damn, I thought... this girl is on her own for the whole week? Suddenly... suddenly all kinds of possibilities opened up. Suddenly... I felt like certain things were... possible. "You guys live around here?" I asked. "On southside?" "Yeah," she said. "Over on Shartel. Those scummy blocks with the yellow bars. We live right in the middle of that shit." "Really!" I said. "I live on Westminister." "Fuck," she said. "Yeah, the rich part of town. You lucky bastard." We both giggled. She knew Westminister wasn't that much better than her area. And it wasn't, but it was okay for me. Everybody pretty much left me alone, and, it was close to my job. My job was all around it, in fact. I let her go that first day, though. I didn't want to rush things. There would be time, it looked like. There would be time. I watched her walk away, admiring the bounce of her sexy little ass and thinking about her... about her and the things I could do with her. --==+==- The next day went beautifully. She was dressed a little different, no cuss words on her clothes, a nice pair of jeans and another t-shirt. Her shoes were more sensible, a nice pair of running shoes. When we were at lunch at the taco stand I commented on them. "Those are nice Nikes," I said. "I can't afford to spend that much on shoes." I was just ribbing her, actually, I could afford it, though I probably wouldn't. I was back to wondering if she was a rich kid, though. "These are my boyfriend's ol' shoes," she said, inhaling another taco. "He gave 'em to me when he outgrew them." "Well, crap," I said. I was actually a little disappointed to hear her say she had a boyfriend. Disappointed, but not surprised. "Whut?" she said, looking at me. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend," I said. "I guess I'll have to keep looking." She giggled at that, she knew I was just screwing about with her. "He ain't my boyfriend no more," she said. "We busted up a while back." "Why'd you break up?" I asked. "He..." she looked at me. A piece of cheese was on her chin, and I pulled it off and ate it. She continued. "He was mad at me... cos I wouldn't... cos I wouldn't... uhm, put out." She looked at me again, a funny look, like she thought I'd get onto her or something. "I see," I said. I thought for a while, for a way to use the direction of the conversation to my advantage. I couldn't really come up with anything. "Well," I said. "Guys are like that. All guys think of is their weenies. You were right to dump him." "Yeah," she said, looking down. "I guess." "You're a nice girl, anyway," I went on. "You don't need to be doin' naughty stuff." She giggled. "What you don't know won't hurt you," she said, smiling at me. I smiled back. "I knew you was a good girl the first moment I saw you," I said. "When I wanna be," she said. "But... but I been around too, man." "Yeah, yeah," I said. I stood up and so did she. We walked down the street. I felt her take my arm in hers. It was comfortable to walk down the street, holding on to her. --==+==- That night, I gave her a twenty and a five. She'd earned it today, she'd worked hard. She was even using the terminal, catching onto it almost without trying. Kids nowdays, and electronics. Crazy. By the end of the week we were a damn good team. I hated to see the week end, and I could tell she did, also. I thought and thought of how I could keep her on... the main problem is that I just couldn't afford twenty bucks a day. But, damn... I wanted to see her, every day like I had been. I wanted to work with her. Think of something, I told myself. Fuckin' think of something. Don't lose her. I wondered if she'd work for ten a day. That I could afford. I hoped I hadn't spoiled her by giving her twenty the first week. I hoped she'd understand. Damn, I thought. I should have told her ten a day. That would have given me twice as long. That last night she seemed as sad as I was. We ate, as was our habit, and then walked down the street, heading back to the south part of town where she lived. I was content to walk with her, our arms intertwined. I figured we looked like a father and daughter to anybody that might see us. Damn. I just had to do something. I felt like a teenager again, plotting on how to make my move on my date. "You wanna come to my place an' watch TV or somethin'?" I said. I know, I know... not very original... but it worked. --==+==- "Goddam..." she said enviously. "You got a nice place." I laughed. Yeah, eight hundred square feet of niceness, courtesy of my cushy job. "I live in a shithole, compared to this," she said, still sounding jealous. "Darlin'," I said. "Someday you'll live in a castle. This ain't nothin'." She looked at me and grinned. I seated her on the couch, brought her a Pepsi, and switched on the TV. I ran through the channels top to bottom. She seemed comfortable here, alone with me, and I hoped it meant something. I hoped it would lead to something. Even if she just sat on my lap, that'd be enough. It wouldn't have been enough back in the old days, but I know things have changed. I know I'm an old fart, now. I know what kids think of old farts. She surprised me, though. Pretty damn quick, too. "You got a porn channel?" she said, without looking at me. "Uh..." I said. I actually wasn't ready for things to move this quick. "Uh, yeah..." It took me a few seconds of fumbling with the remote to get there. My medium-sized bigscreen suddenly filled with a giant cock, three feet long, from one side of the screen to the other. I jumped, and she giggled. The picture zoomed out, and looked better. It was barely a foot long, now. "Are you that big?" she said mischievously, and giggled. "Almost," I said, and she giggled again. Damn, I thought. I just talked about my dick with a foxy little pre-teen girl. She sighed, and lay down on the couch, resting her head in my lap. She felt hot, and goddam, it just felt sexy. If somebody's head in your lap can feel sexy, hers did. "You really wanna watch this shit?" I said, and she giggled and nodded. "I gotta get edju-macated somehow," she said, and I laughed. "Just watchin' ain't enough," I said. "You need some hands-on training." She giggled while I thought. "From someone experienced, someone who can show you the ropes." "Ropes?" she said. "Are you into that? Whips an' chains an' ropes an' shit?" "Not really," I said. "If some girl wanted it, though... yeah, I would be. I'm open for anything." "Anything, huh?" she said. "You ever let a guy put his weenie up yer butt?" "No, not anything," I said. "Not that. No, I have not done that." She giggled. I looked at the screen. The enormous cock we'd seen earlier was now disappearing down some girl's throat. I wondered if she'd gotten what I meant when I said that shit about "hands-on" training. How could she not? She'd shown me the last two days how clever she was. How could she not know I meant my hands on her? Or her hands on me? "When's your dad gonna be home," I said, changing the subject. "Tuesday," she said. Good, I thought. Four more days. "My aunt's comin' over tonight to check on me." "Oh shit," I said. "When you gotta be home?" "I don't gotta," she said. "She's an old bee-hotch. I don' care 'bout her." "But what if she comes and you're gone?" I said. "What if she gives a bad report to your dad and he hurries home?" "I guess we better hurry, then!" she giggled, and looked up at me with one eye. "Baby..." I said. "Don't do that... don't tease me. I don't know if I could stand it." She giggled some more. On the screen, the giant cock was pressing into some girl's cunt. "I dunno what the big shit 'bout sex is all about," she said. "When I done it, it wasn't that great. I can do better with my finger." I was taking a drink about that time, and when I got done coughing I said, "Darlin', you probably had somebody that didn't know what they were doing. When it's done right, it's great. I mean, you get it pretty good with your finger, true. But, until you've done it with someone that really loves you and really cares about you more than they do their own pleasure... I guess we don't understand sex very well until then." "Shit," she said. "You mean I been cheated all this time?" I laughed. All this time? She might not even be ten yet, but the way she talked, she'd been screwing for years. "Like I said, darlin'... get you a partner that knows what they're doing. Get somebody that cares about you." She was silent for a long time. At last she turned slowly, rolling her whole body, and at last lay on her back, her head still in my lap. I looked down at her. Somehow I knew something momentous was happening. "You love me that much, don't you?" she said, her huge brown eyes burning up my soul. "Darlin'..." I did, but I didn't want to admit it this quickly. I wasn't sure yet if this was for real, or a test or something. "Darling, yes, I love you. But we barely know each other. We just met, what? Five days ago?" "It could happen, though," she said. "People can fall in love pretty goddam quick. An' I can tell, I can feel it from you. I can tell from the way you look at me. From the way you look at my titties, especially. An', I've seen it happen before. People can fall in love pretty fuckin' quick." "They can, yeah," I said, hoping I sounded thoughtful. "Do... do you love me that much?" She succeeded in looking very thoughtful. "Yeah," she finally said. "I'm not afraid to admit it. I do." "Well, I'm not either. I love you, Charity, I think I already love you more than I've ever loved any body or any thing. But... life is funny. I think we should hold back for a little while... and make sure it's not just puppy love." She looked puzzled at that. "I heard that 'fore, but I still ain't sure what puppy love is," she said. "It's like a temporary fixation you get on someone, when you first meet them. It usually doesn't last." "Yeah, I guess," she said. "Well, I think what we got is more than that. I mean... you love me, you said it, an' I love you. What's wrong with that? Why can't that work? Russ... for the last five days... I don' think nobody, nobody in my whole life has been nicer to me than you have. For real." That yanked a little emotion out of me. I hoped it was true, I hoped that's what she thought of me and what she would remember about me, years from now. I started to wonder what exactly I had planned for this girl, and how it was going to affect her. Should I? Or should I back off now? But... I was starting to wonder if she wanted it as bad as I did. Am I just justifying things to myself, thinking like that? I dunno. "Charity, darling," I said. "You are the sweetest, most beautiful, most perfect girl I've ever met. I love you madly, and will love you until the day I die. I will die with your name on my lips. But I also realize there is a gulf between us... a gulf of age that is very difficult to cross. Honestly, girl... I'd die for you... I hope you always remember that. And I hope you remember me kindly, when I'm a tired old man." I saw two fat tears well up in the corners of her eyes. I bent down slowly... further and further... and our lips carefully approached, like two ponderous ocean liners meeting in the center of the ocean. At last we touched... for just a moment, and then I raised back up. She sniffled, and just lay there, staring up at me. "Darling," I said. "I could do this for the rest of the night... or the rest of my life, even if it was just to lay here with your head in my lap. But if we do anything else... anything... I really think I should take a shower and shave." She smiled at last, and giggled. "Russ..." she said. "I'm sorry to get you all hot 'n bothered an' then leave, but I really gotta go check in with Aunt Lucy. Take your shower an' shave... and mebbe we'll try this 'gain tomorrow night. Okay? An'... an' it'll give us some time to think 'bout it." "Yeah," I said huskily. I didn't need time, my mind was made up... but I wanted her to seriously think about doing anything with me. I wanted her to be sure, as bad as I wanted her. She wiggled around, struggling to rise, and I helped her up. We both seemed to be moving in slow motion. She stood, and I stood. We crushed together, and hugged like two long-lost friends. "No matter what happens, or doesn't happen," I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Charity. I love you." --==+==- I puttered around. The place seemed empty and dead without her. How quickly we get used to things we couldn't even imagine the day before, I thought. I finally jumped in the shower and scrubbed, and then shaved. To my disgust the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock in the hall. Who the hell was bugging me at ten o'clock at night? I opened the door, and to my surprise there stood Charity, a small bag in her hand. She looked both apologetic and mischievous. "You ain't got a girl here, have you?" she asked, looking around me, a gleam in her eye. "I do now," I said. "Come on in." All I had on was a towel. She looked at it and giggled. "You been wearin' that since I left?" she said. I nodded. "It's my usual evening-wear," I said. We walked into the living room. She threw her bag on the couch. "Russ..." she turned and faced me. "I thought about it. I thought about it long and hard." She glanced pointedly at my crotch when she said that, and we both giggled. "I wanna... I wanna stay with you tonight, if you'll have me." "Well," I said. "I'll have to think about it. I do like my beauty sleep. Did your aunt leave happy?" "Oh lord!" she said, rolling her eyes in her head. "It's a damn good thing they all trust me. It'd be the shits, havin' to stay with her when my dad was on the road." I laughed. We still stood. "C'mon," I said. "Let's have a snack and lay on the couch while we watch the news, then we'll... then we'll lay on the couch some more." --==+==- Again, she lay in my lap. I dropped a animal cracker into her mouth occasionally, or gave her drinks of tea. At ten thirty, I found the remote. "Porn, please," she said, and I laughed, and punched over to the porn channel. On the screen, yet another huge penis was spraying semen in a girl's face. We looked at each other and giggled. She lay back down on her back, after wiggling and scooting around a bit. Is this it? I thought. Is this where it starts? Is this what I really want? Crazily, after wanting this girl more than I thought I'd ever wanted anything, I was having second thoughts. How wrapped up in this kid did I want to get? I'd started this with just a little fun in mind... I had started out thinking of her as just a little fuck doll, without all the goopy love shit she'd talked about this afternoon. Was I ready for that? How long would this little affair last? Would she walk away happy, or upset? Would she think I'd stolen her innocence, assuming she still had some innocence left in her? For some reason, the game seemed different now that I was an old fart. In the old days, I would eat this girl up with second thoughts. All this and more ran through my mind. Yeah, I decided. Yeah, I still want her. There was nothing about her that wasn't desirable as hell. She was the most perfect thing I'd seen... hell, in a long time, if not forever. Whatever the risk, whatever the end result, it was worth it to me. I wanted to touch and taste and hold this girl. I wanted to hold onto her for as long as I could. Our mouths met again, after a long approach. She giggled, she thought that was funny. It was. Anyway, our lips touched... and this time they stayed. I felt her plump lips beneath my old thin ones... and it was sexy beyond belief. Her mouth opened further, and I tasted her hot saliva. My hands were busy, unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. That done, I fumbled for the fastener on her jeans. I was getting more and more frantic, and I felt it from her, also. That slow building rush, like a freight train on a downhill track. We pulled apart, gasped a few times, and then smashed our lips together again. I tasted my blood and her spit. A small part of my brain reported that my penis was now as hard as cobalt. Good. I wasn't sure what would be expected of it tonight, but I was ready. Oh god. Her tongue touched mine. She had a taste, a very good taste. Damn but she was gettin' me off, just kissing her was getting me off, big time. She was a good kisser. "Oh baby..." I whispered, during a fraction of a second when our mouths were glued together. "You are the fucking sexiest thing in the world! I love you I love you!" "Do not fall in love," she giggled. "It will stick to your face." Ha ha, I thought. I was almost trying to crawl inside her at this point, I wanted her so bad. She leaned forward and I helped her pull her blouse off. Goddam... those nipples... those fucking nipples. They were incredible. Little pink cones of flesh... they were just too much. I left a trail of slobber down her neck, and fastened my lips on a nipple. Goddam... I could taste her, I could literally taste her body at that point... salt and sweat and a few billion fucking micro-olfactorums of little girl... it was just too much. I was almost OD'ing on the girl by now. Nothing in all my years had been this sexy... I didn't know you could get this sexy... but she'd done it. I sat up again, and yanked on her pants. She raised her bottom up, and I slid them down her legs. Goddam fuck but she didn't have panties on... jeezus that almost made me bust a nut, knowing she'd been panty-less... it really got me off. I wondered if she'd been panty-less all day. Her plump little mound was sexier than I can describe. Completely hairless... fat... with a thin slit down the center of it... it was almost too much. I spread her legs, and nestled between them. I heard a moan from her, and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She looked funny, but beautifully funny. I was jealous. I happen to know my "sex face" is simply funny. I crouched, and approached her pussy like a wolf stalking a squirrel. The damn thing just took my breath away, it was so beautiful. Wonderfully pink, with a little brown and even dark brown in places. It was beyond incredible, it was the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen, bar none. I was four inches away by now, starting at it cross-eyed. I could smell it, for god's sake, I could literally smell it. I knew this little girl hadn't gone home and taken a bath today. Goddam... her pussy smelled incredible. I do not know how to describe it... I imagined a planet full of little girls like her, each with a hose from her pussy to a machine that concentrated the smell and blasted it into my nose. My whole world, at that point, was literally a pussy smell. Her pussy smell... powerful, earthy, organic, incredible. I'd never smelled one like it. I sucked air into my nose until my nasal passages dried out. I sucked in her beautiful smell until it hurt. At last. At gee-fucking whiz last. Remember this, I told myself. Remember this smell and this taste. This is probably your last gasp, your last glimpse of the kingdom from the mountaintop. Nothing will be this good, from here on. If I have to go to jail for this girl, I could die in peace. Just for a smell and a taste, it was worth it. I stuck my tongue out, and dropped my head. I said earlier I couldn't describe her smell... if so, then how can I describe her taste? I could say words like "fabulous" all night... but you'll have to imagine it for yourself. She tasted incredible. Strong, almost harsh at times... pure pussy, though, pussy to the max. She is the standard, I thought, she is what I'll measure pussy with, from now on. If ever again, of course. I was glad she was my last instead of my first... if she was my first, I'd never have been happy again. I would have been spoiled from the start. It worked out. I licked, and I sucked, and I rubbed my lips and tongue on her cunt lips, I sucked her clit, I licked down her pussy to her aromatic asshole... I did it all, and did it, and did it. Time froze, while I ate her pussy out. She arched her back, spread her legs so wide they were flat on the couch, and came and came and came. I have no idea how many times she came. For a while, every three or four minutes she came. Goddam, the girl could cum... she had a talent for it. She shivered and twitched and vibrated beneath me, and came. "Oh fuck, baby!" I almost cried. My whole world was nothing but her, at this point. I wanted to drown in her. I wanted to go to sleep with her smell in my nose and never wake up. I wanted to lay in a box somewhere and dream of her for the next billion years. I raised up at last, and she leaned down, and our lips met. We held a long slow kiss. I wondered what she thought of her taste on my lips. How could she not like it? It was fabulous. "Russ..." she whispered. "What, darling?" I said. "Fuck me, Russ... put it in me. Fuck me!" The last two words were a growl. I laughed. I arranged her on the couch, and lay my body over hers carefully. She felt hot beneath me. I could almost feel the heat rising from her, the heat... and the scent. It was part pussy... and partly that indefinable essence that was her. Her smell. Her. I loved it. I was almost dizzy from breathing in through my nose so hard. And fuck! I still had that goddam towel on! I almost laughed. I pulled myself off her and stood. She watched me woozily, grinning when she understood what I'd forgotten to do. I yanked the towel off and dropped it. My cock bounced once, and then stood, high and proud. It knew it's turn was coming up. Charity stared at it, almost looking bemused, and I wondered what she thought of it. I guess I'm pretty average... maybe a wee bit over... I had an emotional scar for the last twenty years, from a guy in the showers in high school... he'd looked me over, nodded, and said, "You got a nice dick, Russ." I'd wasted a lot of worries over that, wondering if I appealed to gay guys... now I'd probably take it like the compliment it probably was. Anyway, Charity just looked at it for a moment, and then looked up at me, smiling. I hope she was pleased with what she saw. I lay back down on top of her, careful not to squish her. She felt good beneath me, warm and smooth and almost hard. Kids have the most incredible bodies, they are so lean they feel great. I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her forever. That could come later. Right now there was fucking to be done. I leaned up, and felt around down at our crotches. I took my cock in hand, and guided it where I thought her pussy was. Nope, slightly off... a little correction, and I felt her pussy lips on the head of my cock. I pressed in a little deeper. Damn, she was fucking wet. Not bad for a kid. "Baby..." I whispered, and she opened her eyes. "Baby, you ever... you ever made love before?" I knew she's said she had, but I wanted to give her a chance, if she was just shooting off her mouth. She smiled softly at me, though, and nodded her head. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, a few times. I ain't no party girl, though. But you ain't gonna pop my cherry, sorry." "That's okay," I said, and gently kissed her. She smiled and closed her eyes again. As I pressed my cock deeper and deeper into her body, I felt around on her ass with my hand, sliding it into her hot sweaty crack and rubbing that little puckered bud of heaven that is her asshole. I pressed my finger into it, deeper and deeper, and she growled again, deep in her throat. My hips touched hers. I was in, as deep as I could go. I could feel things inside her, deep inside, touching my cock, rubbing against it. It felt like hot silk, and it felt good. I pulled out a ways, and then plunged back in. "Oh... fuck!" she said, and I laughed. I did it again, and again. I finally got a rhythm going, and she began to move with me slightly. "Oh baby!" I said, just overwhelmed by the experience. Has it been that long? I asked myself. Why isn't it this good every time? What was it about this girl that just seemed to blow me away? She came, hard and fast. I was close, but I wanted more for her. I wanted to answer her question of this afternoon. I wanted her to know how good it could be. I wanted to show her. I just kept pumping. I thought of crazy things, to keep from cumming, of kittens and whales and the robotic exploration of distant planets. My cock got harder and angrier. It was ready to cum, dammit, and it let me know. I clamped down as hard as I could, and somehow held back. Charity came again, and then again minutes later. The third one was the charm. I just couldn't wait, after that. And, thank goodness, it was good for her, the best so far. She squealed and growled, her back arched and her legs straightened and she came like crazy. She was so loud my neighbors were probably blushing. Damn, she came good. I let go and blasted her with a few gallons of jism. After that I slowed down and stopped. I was worn out. She was covered with sweat, and I'm sure I was dripping too. We just lay there, on the couch, and I held her. I was happy. I felt like I'd done her justice, I'd given her something to remember. I sure as hell was gonna remember it. I don't think she was asleep, but her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her chest rose and fell, and her pointy little nipples were covered with sweat. I just held her and watched her. And yeah, I loved her. --==+==- We got up from the couch, and stumbled to my bed about two. I woke several times in the night, feeling her body in my arms, hearing the deep even sound of her breathing. Once, out of curiosity, I slowly and gently pinched a nipple. Yep, still hard. I smiled in the darkness, and went back to sleep. We got up about nine, and I dragged her into the shower. My shower is pretty small, but we both managed to get reasonably wet, and hopefully clean. I dried her off, and she pulled some fresh clothes out of her bag while I dressed. We had breakfast at Oliver's. She sat beside me, almost under my arm, and ate slower and slower. "What's wrong, darling?" I asked, when I realized something was going on. To my surprise, she burst into tears. The next few minutes were just me wiping her eyes and mumbling silly and sweet things to her. Finally I could understand her. "I don't wanna go home!" she wailed. "I wanna live with you! I want us to be a couple! Please! Please don't make me go home!" "Darlin', darlin'," I wanted to laugh but I didn't. At the same time, it seemed to affect me profoundly. There is just something about the tears of a child. And although I'd just fucked the snot out of this girl, she was still just that... a child. "I'll wait for you!" I whispered to her. "When you turn eighteen, maybe you can move in with me. But we can't, now. And if you even tell anyone we screwed, I'll go to jail. Please, darlin', please... get over this. And try to understand, please!" She cried for a good ten minutes. Our waitress traded sympathetic looks with me. I felt for the girl, I really felt for her. And... I wanted that, too. I didn't want her to go home either. I wished I was a billionaire, so I could just buy her father out. Everybody has a price. Or maybe an Australian rancher, so I could take her back to my hundred-thousand acre spread. Here, living not even a mile away, it'd be a little hard to hide her. "Come on, baby," I finally said, and she nodded and wiped her eyes and blew her nose. We left, and walked slowly down the sidewalk. I talked to her, I explained over and over where we were and what we could and probably couldn't do, and I think she understood. It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but she understood. At last we stood in front of my building. "Okay, okay," she grumbled. I think she was getting tired of my lectures. I hugged her. "Just remember, darlin'," I said. "I'll always be here for you. There will always be a place for you, with me. Just understand the limitations we have to work under, at the moment." "Yeah," she sighed, and met my eyes. We looked around, and stole a quick kiss when it was apparent no one was near. "Russ..." she said. "I gotta go, I got some shit to do. I'll see you this afternoon, or this evening. Goodbye. I love you." "I love you, darlin'," I said, and once again, watched that insanely sexy little ass as she walked away. How long ago had I done that for the first time? Barely a week? I went inside and wearily climbed the stairs, thinking. I missed her already. Four or five hours would be too long. I missed her already, my sweet little fuck doll. I missed her already. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255