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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: The Downward Spiral: Part III - Little
Debbie

   Story Codes: Mg, 1st, molest
Author: Micky Dolan <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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TETMD: Downward Spiral Part III
Myra's advise and help was always welcome; but, in this case it was not
going to be easy to stop the self-medication I was deeply addicted to.  I
did manage to workout, be myself a bit more and cut back on the
pharmaceuticals somewhat.  At the same time, I was once again unable to
sleep properly and, when I did, the excruciating dreams returned with a
vengeance.  I was not at full speed during my waking hours and all of these

things combined to greatly reduce my work output.

   I was being called out over my drop in production.  In many ways, I was
at fault for setting the bar so high and raising everyone's expectations of
my work.  What many failed to see was that our activities were starting to
become noticed.  A news station had run a report on the recent reports of
local girls who had gone missing without a trace.  I decided I needed to
take a real vacation.  This time though I would not seek out any
high-pressure activities.  I would glide through my days and attempt to
lower my metabolism and reduce my brain activity as much as possible.

   After meeting with Jack and laying out my reasons, he assured me it
would likely be prudent to take some time off.  He said he would rather
have a slowdown than me completely burnout or the entire state go on a
crusade.  I've usually held that it's better to burnout than to fade away,
but now that I found myself at that crossroad, I decided that I didn't want
to burnout or go supernova because of this line of work.

   I headed to the retreat with the intention of healing my body and soul.
I brought books and movies as well as hiking gear.  I planned to walk or
run every inch of the property and wear myself down to the point of
exhaustion on a daily basis.  At night, I would read or recharge with some
favorite movies.

   I was doing very well at my new regimen when I felt the urge to change
things up a bit.  About an hour's drive away was a state park that offered
river tubing.  I had heard you could actually spend two hours floating down
a cool spring-fed river for only the cost of entrance and tube rental. 
That sounded pretty good to me!

   - A Nice Day

   I arrived at the park in the morning just after the opening rush and
secured a place in the shortening line.  The employees would split twenty
or so people apart and stage them near the long river dock and every
fifteen minutes or so send a group down the river on their tubes.  After a
forty-five minute wait I was on the dock getting ready to jump into the
river with my tube.

   My wait was a little longer because I had ended up near a group of young
girls and I was pretty sure I would end up in their group.  There were six
of them and they had to be thirteen to fourteen years-old.  All but one was
wearing a bikini and she had on a very sexy French-cut one-piece which
showed off her legs perfectly.  That one actually threw me a little smile
while in line.  That was precisely what I didn't need!  I held back until I
was sure the girls would be long gone by the time I entered the river.

   I ended up with a mixed group, which included some teenage boys who were
whooping and hollerin' in excitement.  I had to smile; they were genuinely
having fun.  Standing next to me was an older lady with a much younger girl
in tow.  I figured it had to grandmother and granddaughter.  As we all
stood on the dock waiting to jump in, the grandmother asked me if I could
help her into her tube so she didn't have to jump.  I graciously agreed,
and then she asked if I would be willing to help her granddaughter in as
well.  I then noticed that the little one was very pretty indeed, and she
became even prettier when she flashed me a full smile.

   She was a skinny little thing who stood about four and a half feet tall.
She had shoulder length black curly hair and was as cute as cute can be. 
She wore an old, light blue, one-piece suit that appeared to be a size too
large for her.  The straps in back were tied together with an old shoelace.


   I stood at attention and bowed to her.  I asked, "What is your name, my
lady?"

   She giggled, performed a slight curtsy, and replied, "Deborah ...  you
may call me Debbie."

   "Good morning Debbie, my name is Nick."

   To this exchange grandma loudly laughed, "Lordy!  Look at the two of
you! C'mon get in the water sometime before lunch!"

   We both laughed and I said, "Did you want me to drop you in or did you
want to jump in yourself?"

   She hesitated a second and asked, "Would you go in first and catch me if
I jumped?"

   I replied, "Sure thing little Debbie!" I jumped in, took hold of our
tubes, had grandma hold onto my tube, and held Debbie's tube out to my side
for her.

   I opened my arms wide; she leapt off the deck and landed just in front
of my chest.  I reached around her and helped her get back above water.  I
held her up as she pulled her hair back from her face.  I cupped her ass
and she wiggled into my hand as I supported her.  She turned ever so
slightly so my fingertips were cupping her crotch as well.  She placed an
arm around my neck and settled in.

   I asked, "You OK?  You want to get in the tube?"

   She laughed and squeezed my neck.  With a broad smile, and a wiggle of
her butt, she said, "I'm perfect!  Help me into the tube, Nick!"

   I moved to the side a bit, she reached for the tube and I lifted her,
keeping a full grasp on her crotch, as she turned to place herself on the
tube.  I gave her a push over to her grandmother, swam to the other side
and retrieved my tube.

   "Nick is it?  My name is Marge and we sure do appreciate your help."

   I smiled at Marge and reached to shake her hand as I said, "No problem
at all, (glancing at Debbie's smiling face) the pleasure was all mine."

   They were already starting to float away with the current by the time I
got situated.  I was pretty pleased with the encounter and decided to just
enjoy the float as the current took me away from the dock.  The spring-fed
water was cool and clear.  The current moved at a peaceful pace and the
trees along the banks diffused the hot Florida sun enough to make the
experience idyllic.

   After ten minutes or so of easy tubing, I came along side my two new
acquaintances.  Marge was a pleasure to chat with; her granddaughter,
Debbie, didn't say much of anything at all, but rarely took her eyes off me
and was always smiling.  With every glance her way, I found her to be
getting prettier and prettier.  As pretty as she was, something didn't seem
quite right about her; she seemed too quiet and, she smiled a bit too much.

   Marge was a widowed, retired nurse and eleven-year-old Debbie was her
daughter's daughter.  Debbie was staying with Marge while her mother was
trying to get her life straightened out.  I quietly asked about her father,
and all Marge did was shrug her shoulders.  She asked about me and I
explained I used to teach math but was now trying to complete graduate
school as a full time student.

   Later on, when thinking about this conversation, the more I liked the
idea of going back to college.  I filed that away in my mind as a possible
escape.

   We entered a little eddy in the current and our tubes were rearranged in
a way that put Marge in front and Debbie next to me.  I placed a foot on
Marge's tube and a hand on Debbie's so that we stayed together.

   Marge was facing forward and she couldn't see Debbie or me.  Debbie
reached over and put her hand on mine.  I smiled at her and she smiled
back. She then spoke, "Gramma!  Is it OK if I jump off the tube?  I'm
getting real hot!"

   "OK, but keep a hand on the tube.  I don't want to lose you dear.  Nick,
can you see her?"

   "I'll keep an eye on her Marge.  I think I'll jump in real quick myself,
we need to have you hold onto the tubes." I rolled off my tube into the
refreshing water and pushed it over to where Marge could hold it.  I turned
back to Debbie and said, "Alright, just roll in and keep a hand on the
tube." Debbie did as instructed and, in a second, she was in the water
pushing her tube over to her Grandmother's other hand.

   I ducked down and under Marge's tube to get on Debbie's side.  Her
little body under the surface was as pretty as all of the surroundings
nature had put on display for us.  Her slim legs were kicking and her free
hand was pushing water down as she kept her head above water.

   I rose from the water next to her, placed a hand on Margie's tube and
lowered my other to help support Debbie.  Instinctively I placed my hand
right under her ass with my ring and middle fingers cupping her crotch. 
Debbie squealed a little but did not try to change position.  She actually
wriggled her little bottom on my hand.  I gave a little upward push with my
fingers and she offered no resistance.

   To no one in particular Margie asked, "How's the water?"

   I replied, "I haven't felt anything this nice in a long time!" I gave
Debbie a little extra fingering.

   Debbie pushed up a bit and said over the tube, "Gramma, it feels great!
I love it!"

   Debbie turned into me and placed herself on my hip.  Her legs wrapped
around my waist and she pulled tightly into me.  Little Debbie began a slow
hump on my hip as she looked at me with a self-satisfied smile on her face.
We were behind our tubing group and no one could see us.  I turned to
Debbie and gave her as nice a kiss as I could manage.  She liked that and
replied with a kiss that involved her tongue.

   "You two doing alright back there?"

   I replied, "Marge, I would say this is as about perfect as I could ever
imagine." I let Debbie go and pushed her up to the side of her
grandmother's tube.  She climbed up enough to be half on the tube and the
two of them began chatting away.  I returned to my tube and laid up like a
big dog.

   We floated along and enjoyed the morning.  Marge was very easy to talk
to and she took enough of a liking to me to share some of the challenges
she had faced.  Her daughter was trying to get straightened out from a
number of addictions and her son Phil was in jail awaiting sentencing on
three different sex charges involving a local teenage girl.  Whenever
Phil's name was mentioned, Debbie made a point of smiling at me.  You
didn't need to be a genius to put this particular one plus one equation
together.  One thing did start to bother me.  Debbie's smile sometimes made
her look sort of dopey.  As if she had a slight mental handicap.  It was
odd.

   We fell silent for a while and just drifted with the current.  Debbie
got close enough to Marge to whisper something in her ear.  Marge smiled
and said, "I think that's a wonderful idea!" she turned to me and asked,
"Nick, we are going to have a little picnic after we get out of the water.
Would you care to join us?  We brought plenty."

   "Marge, I would be very happy to join you two lovely ladies for lunch.
As a matter of fact I packed some victuals myself and would be happy to
share with both of you as well."

   "Well, that settles that!  We'll find a spot, get changed and then we
can have our picnic."

   I smiled at her and Debbie in response.  Debbie's smile seemed to have
changed somewhat; it appeared to be a little lustier.

   The rest of the float was congenial and relaxing.  Debbie and I managed
to exchange smiles and occasional touches as we floated past or near each
other.  I particularly enjoyed the times when she adjusted herself on the
tube and raised up enough to expose her crotch.  She had a perpetual camel
toe due to the constant presence of the water and the poses she adopted
while riding the tube.

   At the end of the float, we got out of the water and waited for the
open-air shuttle to take us back to the starting spot.  The shuttle was
crowded so Debbie sat on my lap for the ride back.  We maintained a proper
level of decency but she managed to work herself into my crotch enough to
get a rise out of me!  When getting off the shuttle, I had to adjust myself
in the hope that no one would notice.

   As we headed into the parking lot, I suggested we meet at a picnic table
that was near a play area but was set apart from the rest of the picnic
area.  Marge readily agreed, commenting that she needed some peace and
quiet.  I was parked away from everyone so I just did a quick change behind
the Jeep and then drove over near our area.  I kept the Jeep far enough
away so that it wouldn't be seen as mine.  I gathered the food and drink I
had and then put together my backpack with a few other supplies.  I packed
a vial of distilled gas, a bottle of bourbon, two shot glasses, pills,
coke, and some hand towels.  I then made my way from the parking lot to
claim the picnic table.

   Marge and Debbie used the public changing rooms and joined me very
shortly after I arrived.  Marge had an older minivan vehicle and she parked
it on the grass near the picnic table.  Once we combined all of our food,
we discovered that we had a nice little feast in store for us.

   Debbie and I took a Frisbee and walked to the play area to throw it
around.  Marge unfolded a lawn chair and sat in the shade by the table to
read a book.  After about ten minutes, I could see that she was sound
asleep.  I sat on the grass and Debbie came over to join me.  There wasn't
a soul in eye shot of us.  She had changed into a pretty sundress with a
flower pattern.  The top of the dress was a tube top type of thing that
perfectly showed off her just-nubbing breasts.  As she sat next to me, she
crossed her legs and leaned against me.

   "Debbie, tell me about your Uncle Phil.  Did you like him?"

   "I love Uncle Phil!  He was always so good to me.  He said he loved me
more than anyone in the world!  He told me not to tell anyone about how
much we loved each other.  It would get him in trouble.  But, he got in
trouble anyway, and I didn't tell anyone.  I guess it doesn't matter
anymore, does it?"

   "Not really, but I wouldn't tell anyone anyway, especially your
grandmother."

   Debbie made an exaggerated face and said, "No way!  Never!  She would
get sooooo mad!  I would get so grounded!"

   "So, the two of you did some things together, right?  Did you play
grown-up games?"

   "I guess you could call them that; Uncle Phil called them Lovers' Games,
since we loved each other.  I know that grown-ups play all sorts of games
...  even if they don't love each other."

   I lay down on the grass with my hands under my head and said, "I would
like to play some grown-up games with you, little Debbie.  Would you like
that?  Would you want to play with me?"

   She turned to me, knelt, placed her forearms on my chest, looked at me
with a smile and said, "Oh yes Nick, I haven't played any lovers' games
since Uncle Phil went away.  I really miss how he made me feel.  I always
felt real good ...  warm inside ...  when I made him feel good.  What about
grandma?  We can't play while she's here; we'll have to play later."

   I slid my hand up her leg and under her dress.  I caressed her ass and
eventually moved my hand around so my thumb slid up and along her little
pussy.  She spread her legs and made room for my hand.  She felt so good! I
don't have extra large hands but I could almost reach around her leg as I
caressed her.  She was so soft, and small!  Her ass was lean, almost like
two muscular extensions of her legs.  She was firm, yet inviting.  She
quietly moaned as I manipulated her pussy through her panties.

   "Tell me Debbie, what did you and your Uncle Phil do?  Did he ever put
his thing inside you?"

   "No, he said I was too little and that it would hurt me too much.  We
kissed and touched each other a lot.  (giggling) We even used our mouths on
each other!  He used to put his tongue and fingers into me.  I liked that a
lot!"

   As my thumb circled her pussy, I gave this some thought.  I love being
first; I'm going to fuck this little one and be her first!  I asked, "What
if grandma took a deep, deep nap for an hour or so, a nap where she slept
so deeply she couldn't wake up?  Would that give us enough time?"

   "Do you have a sleeping potion?  Like something from a movie?"

   "Yeah, I guess I do.  After we eat lunch, we will visit for a while and
then I'll get her a drink.  I'll put the ...  potion ...  in it and then
she'll sleep for an hour or two.  We should have plenty of time then, OK?"

   "OK.  I've never seen a potion before.  This will be so cool!"

   Over the past few weeks, I had been working with the new gas we were
using.  I had distilled it down into liquid form, diluted it and tested it
on some of the wildlife near the retreat.  Many small animals had died
until I got what I considered the correct proportions.  Eventually I
started dosing myself in increasing amounts to find the needed amount for
specific knockout times.  If I took a very small dose before bed, I slept
deeply and woke refreshed.  When I tried it during waking hours, the proper
dosage manipulation determined how long I "napped." Marge would be my first
human subject.

   The three of us shared a very good lunch and companionship that midday.
Once combined, we had a nice assortment of sandwich fixings, salads, and
finger foods.  After finishing with the main meal, Marge pulled out a box
of Hostess cupcakes, orange cupcakes!  Christ!  I hadn't seen any of those
since I was a kid!  My eyes lit up and she noticed.

   "Care for a cupcake Nick?"

   "Yes ma'am!  Where did you find these?  I have haven't had one of these
in ages!"

   "Just have to keep your eyes open; they show up at the store every now
and then." I enjoyed two cupcakes and made a mental note to visit the
grocery store more often.  The grocery store has always been a good
scouting place; I just needed to alter what I was looking for.

   After eating, Marge and I relaxed while Debbie went off searching for
perfect pinecones.  I hinted that I could use a "snort" to cap off a fine
morning.  She asked what I had and when I told her I had some very smooth
bourbon, she agreed to join me for a drink.  I set up the glasses and
bottle on the table behind Marge and barely wetted a small spot inside her
glass with the "potion." I filled a shot's worth in each glass and we
sipped our drinks while sitting in the shade.  As she finished her drink,
Marge began to doze off and very shortly was sound asleep.  I checked her
pulse and all appeared normal.  I called for Debbie and she came running
back to our spot.

   "You did it!  You gave her the potion, didn't you?" Debbie tried to wake
her up, but Marge didn't stir.  She slept very deeply and peacefully. 
Debbie then looked up at me and broke into a very devilish smile.  "You're
a wizard, aren't you?!

   I smiled at her and nodded my head.  "You better believe it little
Debbie.  Now I have some magic for you!"

   She squealed, popped up on her toes and began to turn away just as I
swooped in from behind and lifted her into the air.  I gave her a little
toss so she would end up in my arms on her back.  I leaned in and gave her
an open-mouthed kiss.  In no time, we were kissing deeply.  Debbie was
writhing in my arms.  She really liked kissing and was getting turned on by
it.  I set her on the ground and we walked hand-in-hand over to her
grandmother's minivan.  Marge had parked it next to the picnic area with
the sliding passenger door away from the parking lot.  It blocked the view
of anyone in the parking lot.  Behind us was a stand of trees and thick
brush.  The table was behind us to the right, with the tree line behind
that.  Privacy was ours!

   I opened the front passenger door and slid the seat up as far as it
would go.  I closed the door and then slid open the side passenger door. 
There was plenty of room for our activities in the second row bench seat. I
sidled into the seat with Debbie following me.  I picked her up and placed
her on my lap straddling my thighs.  She smiled, placed her arms on my
shoulders and leaned in for another kiss.  I held her by the sides with my
thumbs just under the little bumps on her chest.

   She was really getting into the kissing and started to move her bottom
around, seeking out my dick.  I leaned back a bit, let go of her and undid
my shorts.  I slid them down leaving my boxers on.  She watched this and
then looked up at me through her hair and smiled.  I pulled my dick in
against my stomach and she sat right down on it.  I pulled her in and we
continued to kiss as she rode her little panty-encased pussy along my fully
hard dick.  She was working me pretty good when I let my thumbs move up to
caress her tittie bumps.  She stopped kissing, leaned back and watched as
my thumbs moved over her little nubbins.  I stopped, we looked at each
other, and then I rolled the tube top of her dress down, exposing two
delightful little cones of flesh, half of which consisted of clearly
excited miniature puffy nipples.

   I wrapped my arms around her lower back and moved in on those miniature
chest delicacies.  One soft kiss with a slow suck and the entire thing was
in my mouth.  I sucked and kissed her titties, moving from one to the
other. They were very small but her nipples hardened up and I could detect
a small breast pad forming at their bases which I found to be rather
exciting.

   Debbie was enjoying herself as much as I.  She continued humping on my
dick and holding onto my head as I sucked her tits.  She leaned back and
let out soft moans of pleasure as my tongue worked her over.  We went on
this way for a bit when I felt the desire for the next step.  I leaned her
back and slipped her off my lap so she was standing in front of me.  I
raised my butt and slid my underwear down to my ankles (I wanted to keep
them half on in case of an emergency.)

   Debbie understood immediately.  While kneeling down between my knees she
took my dick with both hands and started to slowly slide them up and down
my shaft.  She gave it a good looking over, leaned forward and placed a
kiss right on the head.  She smiled at me and said, "I like your Johnson,
Nick ...  it's longer and prettier than Uncle Phil's!"

   I laughed out loud at the Johnson comment, "Did you just call my dick,
Johnson?"

   "Oh, yes, that's what Uncle Phil said all guys call their wieners."

   "Well, not everyone, but that's OK with me.  You just go ahead and give
Mr.  Johnson some more kisses." That was exactly what she proceeded to do.
Uncle Phil may have been a fuck-up, but he taught her well.  Her mouth
moved across Mr.  Johnson like an expert's.  After covering every square
inch with kisses, she rose up a bit, looked me right in the eyes and
lowered her mouth over Mr.  Johnson's head.  She took as much in as she
could and began to suck up and down on the top half of my dick.  She used
her hands on the bottom half and proved herself to be a first-class,
preteen cocksucker.

   I kicked off my shorts and briefs, (I mean, WTF, right?) laid back and
enjoyed the show.  I slumped down in the seat a bit more, spread my legs
wider and gave her plenty of room to perform her magic.  She was very adept
at utilizing her hands to augment the actions of her mouth and tongue. 
This was turning out to be a very nice day indeed.  I had been able to
relax and simply guide events.

   Little Debbie began to work her hands and mouth quicker on my dick.  Her
lips stayed beneath the head enough to allow her tongue to play with the
underside of my dick.  I didn't want to cum just yet so I reached for her
head and pulled her off my dick.  I sat up and shifted to my right while
picking her up and, setting her next to me on my left.  In one motion, she
was on her back and I was sliding to the side, kneeling on the floor
between her legs.

   Debbie was smiling at me with her arms together, covering her chest; her
hands were balled into little fists, tucked under her chin.  I took her by
the wrists and parted her arms, exposing her budding breasts.  I leaned
down to them and spent some more time sucking and kissing her immature
titties.  I loved how her little nipples hardened under my attentions.  I
sat up, looked her in the eyes and moved my hands down the sides of her
body, following the developing curves of her waist to her hips and onto her
soft thighs.  She kept her eyes down, trying to watch as my hands explored
and caresses her body.  I slid my hands under the hem of her dress and
reversed direction.  Slowly her pretty little girl dress rode higher and
higher until she was exposed from the waist down.

   She wore simple white panties with a small pink flower embroidered at
the top center of the waistband.  I pulled up on her panties until her
prominent pubic mound was clearly outlined under the fabric.

   I glanced up at her and she asked, "Are you going to kiss and lick my
kitty?"

   I smiled at her as I slid her panties down her legs and replied, "Of
course I am, Debbie!  I've wanted to eat your pussy ever since we first
met!"

   She squirmed, giggled and smiled at me.

   Debbie was a lean girl, her stomach was very flat and the slope down to
her pussy had a prominent "V" shape where her legs joined her abdomen.  She
had a nice gap between her thighs and her developing pussy mound rose
proudly, with two puffy lips guarding her entrance.  My hands moved over
her skin, feeling and caressing every square inch of her privates. 
Presently, my thumb was circling the upper cleft of her slit and she was
starting to emit some soft moans and gentle giggles.  Using my index
finger, I spread her puffy lips and exposed the cutest little pink folds
spreading in front of me, exposing an inviting narrow opening into her
depths.  I reached up for her dress and pushed it up and over her head.  I
now had her completely undressed except for her little strap-on sandals.  I
returned my attention to that sweet little preteen muffin.

   I caught a whiff of her girlhood and proceeded to inhale her aroma and
then taste her girlish pussy.  There are very few things in the world that
can match the sight, feel, smell, and taste of a young girl's pussy.  Added
to the sensory overload was her rising passion and excitement; well, heaven
had arrived on earth!

   I knew how this was going to end and went to work making sure two things
resulted.  First, Little Debbie was going to have a nice, little girl
orgasm, and two; she was going to be plenty lubricated when I fucked this
sweet little eleven year-old slut.

   I tongued her little clit and finger-fucked her with my right hand while
I used my left to play with her little buds and occasionally caressed her
face.  She grabbed my hand at one point and sucked deeply on my finger as
she began to enter into her throes.  Her hips began to gyrate, then push up
and down across my face as her breathing increased.  Her body rose and held
stiff for a moment, her thighs clamped tight on my head as her little hands
fisted and hit down against the bench seat in her grandmother's minivan. 
Debbie repeated "ahs" and elongated "oohs" as she spasmodically released
her immature orgasm into my face.  If the buildup is heaven, the little
girl orgasm is paradise!

   I sat back and gazed upon my sweet treasure.  She was lying there,
spread open, just starting to come down from her orgasm when she smiled at
me with far-away eyes.  I returned her smile as I stroked myself back to a
full erection.  I rose up, pulled her toward me and positioned myself for
the initial penetration.  Her smile faded but she didn't protest.  She
watched intently as I grabbed my rock hard dick and ran the head up and
down her spread pussy lips.  I was releasing plenty of lubricant and she
was still rather lubricated from my previous work.  I was amazed at how
small she appeared with the head of my dick pushing up against her
ten-year-old-pussy.

   She glanced up at me and asked, "Are you going to put it in me Nick? 
Will it hurt?  Will it fit?"

   "Yes Debbie, I'm going to put it in and it will hurt, at least for a
while.  It'll fit, but only when you relax and let it inside.  I'll go
slow, but understand, if you resist, it'll hurt a lot more than it needs
to."

   I tucked her in closer and rolled her hips upward a bit more.  Using the
fingers of my left hand, I opened her up as wide as I could manage and with
my right hand I guided my dick directly up to the entrance to her tight
little cunt.  I could feel the wetness on the tip of my dick.  I pushed,
then relaxed; I pushed again, and then relaxed.  With each push, I could
feel more warm moisture on the head of my dick.  Debbie was starting to
squirm in an attempt to get away, but there was nowhere to go in that
middle row seat.  Suddenly, the head popped inside her!  Her eyes widened
almost as much as her little cunt must have with my dick inside it.  I
relaxed back just a touch and then pushed again.  This actually caused her
some pain and she let me know with a low whine and an elongated "eeyow."
She grimaced and continued to squirm.

   "You better relax little girl!  It will only hurt more the more you
fight it.  Take a deep breath, yeah, just like that.  Now relax your legs
and your stomach.  If you're tense, you'll get hurt.  That's right, now
just hold on ..." And I pushed some more.  A good inch made its way inside.


   She was so tight it was almost painful.  Nevertheless, she was warm,
moist, and silky to the senses.  Most importantly, she was tight, the
tightest I had ever experienced.  Sure, there had been girls this age and
size before, but I was younger then.  Interestingly, pulling back to push
back in was actually a little more difficult than one might expect.  Her
tight pussy latched onto my dick and I had to hold her in place in order to
slide out a bit.  The thrust in was difficult, but not so awkward.

   Little Debbie was not too happy about this turn of events.  She started
making pained sounds with every thrust I made.  Tears were running down the
sides of her face.  Her face screwed up into a grimace.  None of this
bothered me, I wasn't doing this for her pleasure, it was all for me and by
God; I was enjoying it like it was my first time inside a pussy!  I
repeated my instructions for her to relax and she finally started to calm
down.  That made things easier for me.  I started to thrust in regular
strokes and, before long, I was bottomed out in her little cunt.  I only
had a little more than half of my dick in her but, that worked for me.

   Once dilated properly, her little silken sheath became quite wonderful.
I went from gentle strokes to quicker thrusts as I felt my lower half start
to tighten up.  Every square centimeter of my dick inside her was under
full, hot, silken pressure as I fucked Little Debbie.  The soft outer
tissue of my dick was pulled back when I thrust, and as I pulled back, the
same tissue lagged behind the interior hardness.  If I could have gotten
more of myself into her, I would have.  As it was, it didn't really matter;
I was getting ready to cum and I knew how I wanted that to work.

   I quickly pulled out, stroked myself with my right hand and pulled her
down off the seat to my dick with my left hand.  She understood what was
happening and opened her mouth.  I shoved my dick into her mouth just as I
started to cum.  I could hear her gagging and gurgling as I unloaded into
her mouth.  I looked down at her as she tried to swallow, breathe, and
catch my jizz all at the same time.  She hesitated, coughed, and then
snorked a small load of cum out her nose and onto her upper lip.  I shot my
last load directly onto the bridge of her nose between her eyes.  I
continued to rub out the remainder and gave her pretty little face a nice
covering of cum.

   God I felt good!  I grabbed one of the towels I brought and cleaned up
her face.  She had to blow her nose a couple of times to clear it all out.
I was proud of her, though; she managed to swallow most of my gift to her.
I sat back and watched as she continued to clean herself up.  When
finished, I reached for her and she fell into my arms.  I turned her
sideways and cupped her red pussy.

   "How are you feeling?  Does it hurt?"

   Quietly, and with her head down, she replied, "Not that much, but I
think I'll be sore.  I didn't want you to do that."

   "It had to be done.  We met so that I could make you a woman.  Your
Uncle Phil was wrong; you were ready.  You took Mr.  Johnson inside your
kitty and you fucked him, like a real woman."

   "Did I?  I felt that you were fucking me.  I wanted you to stop but you
wouldn't!"

   "No.  I didn't stop.  I had to be your first.  Your first time doing
anything is hard.  Do you remember the first time your uncle shot his stuff
in your mouth and had you swallow?  (She looked at me nodding her head.)
Well, that wasn't easy was it?  You didn't want him to do that did you? 
(She shook her head, with just the slightest of smiles.) Now ...  you've
done this once.  You've fucked someone!  The next time will be easier, and
the time after that will be better.  I was your first, it's all a part of
growing up."

   She reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a kiss. 
Looking into my eyes, she asked with a smile, "Are you going to put it in
me again?"

   I kissed her and said, "No, I was just your first, and no more.  You
need to pick out someone special, someone who is nice to you and have him
go next.  As a matter of fact Debbie, I think you're going to do this with
a whole of nice guys.  You are going to be a very popular girl with all the
guys."

   She really liked that and gave me another hug before kissing me again.

   "OK now, let's get dressed!  Clean up real good, and be ready when
grandma wakes up."

   We straightened out everything in the minivan, cleaned up the picnic
stuff and played cards for a while until Marge started to come to.  Marge
was so sorry for falling asleep and kept apologizing to me for making such
an imposition on me.  I finally got her calmed down and we all spent a
little more time playing cards before we said our good-byes.  She packed up
all of her gear, little Debbie, and drove away.  I stood and waved as they
departed.  I could see Debbie waving at me, with that same weird-ass smile
on her face.

   I drove back to the retreat feeling especially good; a nice
old-fashioned little girl seduction and rape.  Just like the good old days!
I felt so good that I finished off the bottle of bourbon and snorted two
spoons of coke before I made it home.
   To be continued ...