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 My Little Sleeping Beauty by The Sorcerer's Apprentice

   (pedo, drugs, mast)

   (Names and places have been changed to protect both the innocent - and
the guilty...)

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   "Alyssa!  Do you have to sit on the stairs to put on your shoes? 
There's a bench right by the front door!"

   "Sorry," she says apologetically, "there's room to get by." She squeezes
against the wall to make space for me to pass.

   I'd rather stay where I am.  The little blonde has one foot drawn up to
tie the shoelace on her sneaker, and the pleated denim skirt she is wearing
is high on her legs.  I have an unobstructed view of creamy smooth inner
thigh and pink panties stretched tight under her skirt; I would happily
stand here all day.  Nonetheless, I force myself to continue upstairs -
noting as I squeeze past that beneath my jeans, my semi-erect cock is only
an inch or two from her pretty face.

   It seems like I've been at least semi-erect more-or-less constantly
since moving in with Joanne two months ago; despite the fact that she's
only ten years old, her daughter Alyssa really gets to me.  Bright, blonde
and heart-breakingly beautiful, she can be carelessly immodest while
wearing a skirt or dress and it has become all too common for me to find
myself with my cock in my hand, fantasizing about the preteen girl instead
of pursuing sex with her mother.  Grabbing my wallet from the dresser, I
slide by the Little Darling again and then out the door.  I am on my way to
see Russell, the guy who supplies me with the small amounts of smoking dope
that I occasionally enjoy.

   "Looks like excellent weed, my friend!" I say after sniffing the
contents of the plastic baggie.  The grass is sticky and fragrant.  "Care
for a toke before I go?"

   "No, thanks Man", he replies, "I have to drive and this stuff really
fucks me up!  Anything else you want?  'Ludes?  Coke?  My buddy at the
pharmaceutical lab made up some Super-Rohypnol and there's one dose left if
you wanna give it a try.  The other guys who used it said it's fantastic!
Actually knocks them out for eight solid hours.  Just be sure you're at her
place before you slip it to her or you'll have to carry her home!" Russell
chuckles wickedly.

   "I'll give that a pass" I laugh, "Can't think of anyone I want to make
it with who needs to be unconscious before she'll.....".  I stop in
mid-sentence as the thought hits with the force of a hammer blow.

   "Your last one?" I ask, regaining my composure.  "How much?"

   "I want to get rid of it." says Russell, "Fifty bucks."

   "And no side-effects?"

   "Not that I've heard and I moved more than 60 hits."

   I dig the money for the dope and the dose of S.R.  from my pocket with
hands that are beginning to shake.  Thanking him, I stuff the baggie and
tiny vial into my inside pocket, head out to my car and back to Joanne's
townhouse.

   The reason for the unsteadiness of my hands is a vague plan which is
beginning to form in my Alyssa-obsessed brain.  If circumstances were
right, the date-rape drug could give me an opportunity to see and do things
with Ally which to this point I have only imagined in a masturbatory
frenzy! But are the circumstances right?  Maybe...., just maybe.....

   I will be taking Joanne to the airport this very afternoon.  She is to
attend an HSE conference in Chicago for the next three days, so once we get
her 'arrived safely' telephone call, I can be sure that she will be totally
out of the picture.  Alyssa is on summer holidays, and won't be missed in
the neighborhood for a mere eight hours.  Everything seems to be in order.
My thoughts race, and it is difficult to concentrate on driving.

   I arrive home and Alyssa is at it again, sitting on the floor with her
back against the couch, a video game on the television screen.  Her
forearms rest on her drawn up knees, her slim fingers rapidly pushing the
controller buttons.  How can she not know that she is exposing her panties
sitting like that?

   She glances up at me and immediately straightens her legs and pulls down
her skirt.  Well, maybe she does know.  I feign ignorance and ask her where
her mother is.

   "Upstairs packing." she answers, her attention returning to the screen.
"When are you taking her to the airport?" Beep, Beepity, Boop.

   I glance at my watch.  "Another 15 minutes.  You coming?"

   "Nah," she says, "I'm going swimming with Erica.  I'll be home for
dinner, though.""

   "Kay." I reply.  The thought of the pretty ten year-old in her bikini
sends a rush of warmth to my groin.  "KFC for dinner tonight?"

   "Cool!" she exclaims.  Salty fried chicken is her favorite take out
food. She'll be sure to drink lots of soda.  The idea is firming up.

   I drive Joanne to the airport in lots of time to catch her 1 o'clock
flight.  Arrival time is 4p.m.  our time; by 5 she'll be at the hotel and
will call to let us know she's arrived safely.

   I putter alone in the house thinking about my date-rape fantasy and
conclude that I'm nuts to even think about doing something like that!  I
roll a thin joint, smoke it under the bathroom fan and pop some Visine in
my soon-to-be-reddened eyes.  Russell was not kidding; this dope does
indeed "fuck you up"!  I look at my watch - a half-hour until Alyssa will
be home for dinner.  Although I have rejected using the knock-out drug on
her, thinking about doing so (and the weed) has given me a tremendous
hard-on so I go upstairs and into her room where I open the top drawer of
her dresser and remove a pair of light blue panties.  I consider
masturbating with them but it is too dangerous - Alyssa might be home at
any time so I content myself with rubbing them over my face for a few
seconds then replace them in her drawer.  Man!  This dope is incredible - I
could feel every thread of the panties against my cheeks and my cock is
rock-hard!  I go back downstairs and examine the tiny vial in my jacket
pocket.  God - the things I could do to her......

   Ally bursts through the front door, her blonde hair dark and matted from
swimming.  "Mom called yet?"

   "Not yet," I answer, "shouldn't be long though."

   Sure enough, at 5:15 the telephone rings.  Alyssa picks it up and chats
with her Mom for a minute before putting down the receiver.

   "She's fine.  She says don't forget to pick her up on Friday night."

   "Don't worry!" I say, "three days of you is about all I can handle!" She
throws a cushion at me.

   "I'm going for a shower," she announces, `this chlorine stinks!"

   I rise to my feet.  "And I'm going out to get dinner.  You want the
usual?"

   "Uh huh.  And a large root beer.  Hurry up - I'm starving!".  She heads
upstairs to the bathroom.

   Twenty-five minutes later, I have the order of food in the car.  I look
at the two soft drinks in the cardboard tray and think about Alyssa's long
legs; about glimpses I have had of her panties under her skirt, her small,
developing breasts pushing gently against her T-shirts and blouses and how
good it would feel, after all these months of her constant, unwitting
tease, to actually touch her.  I am breathing hard and then, as if watching
someone else, I see my hand retrieve the small vial from my shirt pocket; I
unscrew the cap and tip it into the paper cup of soda.  I rinse the vial in
the root beer, replace the plastic cover, put the cup back into the tray
and pull out of the parking lot towards home.  My heart is racing - it is
done!  It is really going to happen!  I am really doing this!!  Excited
though I am, I cannot ignore the fact that I am taking a tremendous risk -
if things were to go awry, life as I know it will be over.  But the
marijuana has warped my judgment along with my perception and Alyssa has
had me enthralled to the point of obsession ever since our first meeting.
Even as I contemplate the horrors of life in jail for a convicted
pedophile, I know that I am going to carry it through.

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   I return home; the whine of the hairdryer telling me that Ally is
upstairs.  I call up to her that dinner is on the table and she comes down
to join me in the kitchen, her shining blonde hair falling loose to her
shoulders.  My God - what a beautiful child!!  My throat is thick and I can
hardly choke down the food, After eating, Alyssa returns to the living room
and turns on the television while I load the dishwasher.  I pick up the
Daily Journal and sit back in the lazy boy, watch her over the top of the
newspaper and wait.  She is lying on the floor with her feet towards me,
her chin resting on her hand.  For 15 minutes I admire the shape of her
legs and tight round ass.  Little white ankle socks with pink trim, and the
denim miniskirt which I earlier had the good fortune to look under all the
way to those pink cotton panties.  She has a tiny waist, and although I
can't see them from where I sit, little budding tits just starting to push
against her sleeveless ribbed top.  Even her arms and shoulders are sexy!

   Alyssa's chin slips off her cupped hand and her head drops.  Catching
herself, she struggles to a sitting position on the carpet.

   "Wow!  Am I tired!" she says.

   "Swimming will do that to you," I reply, "and chicken is full of
tryptomines; they make you drowsy as well."

   She stands up a little unsteadily and makes her way to the couch, where
she lies down with her pretty blonde head on a pillow and turns back to the
TV screen.

   I watch as her eyelids almost immediately began to droop.  She fights it
a couple of times, then her eyes close for good.  I am almost beside myself
with excitement!  I wait ten minutes - which seems like hours - watching
the little girl and slowly stroking myself through my jeans.  Then I call
her name.

   "Alyssa?"

   Nothing.

   "Alyssa!  Are you asleep, Honey?"

   Still nothing.  Time to get serious.  Literally trembling with
anticipation and excitement, I go over to the couch and shake her shoulder.
"Alyssa!  Wake up!!  There is no response.  I can see her chest rising and
falling gently as she breathes, and there is no sign of any distress - she
just looks to be fast asleep.

   "ALYSSA!!" I shake her hard, by both shoulders, but she lies there
motionless with no reaction whatsoever.  Her total lack of response
suddenly triggers a flood of apprehension - if one of her friends, or an
aunt or uncle stop by and see her passed out, the game will be over!  I
have to move her!  I have to take her upstairs!  Once there, I can just not
answer the door and the visitor will assume Ally and I are out at a movie
or something.  But my car is in the driveway!  I'll have to answer the
door! What will I tell them if they ask where she is?  Sick in bed?  That
lie will become apparent when they speak to her later!  I haven't thought
this through!!  There are so many ways this could end in disaster!  I am
freaking out and fervently wish that I had never even met Russell.  My mind
races - the car wouldn't start so we took a taxi.  No, that won't work
either!  What if they ask Alyssa about the movie?  Jesus Christ, what have
I done??  Still, if someone were to call - well, she'd tell them the truth;
she had fallen asleep and I could say I'd walked to the store for
cigarettes.  The best solution is to not answer the door or the telephone.
It will all be O.K...

   I begin to calm down as I slide one arm under her knees, the other
around her shoulders and lift her bodily.  The little girl is slim and
light so I have no difficulty carrying her up the stairs.  Hesitating at
the top, I think about where I should put her.  Alyssa has a single bed
with a canopy, and it will be awkward to move her around the way I am
planning, so I kick open the door to Joanne's bedroom and lay the little
girl on her mother's queen-sized bed.

   There has been no movement from Alyssa the whole time.  She is out cold,
just like Russell had promised.  I go downstairs, make sure the doors are
locked, then return upstairs and remove my clothes - I don't want to be
fumbling with zippers and buttons and besides, being naked in Alyssa's
presence is exciting in itself.

   Back into Joanne's bedroom, and I turn Alyssa onto her back.  Slipping a
pillow under her head, I then straighten her long, coltish legs, carefully
remove her glasses and place them next to the reading lamp on the side
table.  My cock is already hard in anticipation as I stand at the foot of
the bed looking at the beautiful ten year-old.  With the exception of
complete penetration, she will be mine to do with as I please for the next
few hours.

   I want to maximize the pleasure and excitement; to burn the events of
the next few hours into my memory, so slip into the bathroom where I smoke
another joint.  The rush begins as I wet a facecloth for later, make my way
back to Joanne's bedroom and approach the unconscious little girl.

   I begin by lying on my side next to her.  I brush a wisp of blonde hair
from her face and stroke her cheek with my thumb, thinking how attractive
she is.  Leaning over her, I touch my lips to hers - the first time I have
ever kissed her mouth.  Her full, pink lips are exquisitely soft and warm
against my own.  I flick my tongue over them lightly, tasting the remnants
of the clear lip gloss her mother allows her to wear, and am suddenly
overcome with a tidal wave of lust for the little girl who, week after
week, unknowingly teases me with her young body.  I thrust my tongue
between her lips, probing deeply and run it over her clean, white teeth.  I
feel her limp tongue move as I lick inside her little mouth and holding the
sides of her head with my hands, I explore every nook and cranny.  The
taste of Alyssa's saliva makes me dizzy with excitement.

   I finally pull away, breathing hard.  God, she tastes good!  My cock
feels harder than at any other time in my life and all I have done is kiss
her!

   I straighten up on my knees beside her and run my hands over her bare
arms.  The skin is so smooth with only the lightest fuzz of blonde hair on
the forearms.  I am tempted to place her dainty hand on my raging hard-on,
but tease myself - that will come soon enough.  I place her hands beside
and above her head as if in supplication, a position which pulls the edge
of her top from the waist of her denim skirt and exposes her navel and the
soft skin of her tummy.  I drag my fingers back and forth across the warm,
bare skin then kiss her flat stomach, marveling at the softness and
firmness of her body.

   I slide my hands down over her hips and thighs to her knees, where I
linger for a moment - savoring the awareness that I am on the verge of
realizing something that I have craved for many months; an obsession which
fills my imagination almost nightly as I furtively masturbate to thoughts
of the little girl asleep in the next room.

   Since I met her mother over nine months ago, this little blonde girl has
been cock-teasing me.  Unwittingly and unknowingly, to be sure, but teasing
me nonetheless.  I love it - I really do, but what I would love even more
is if she were to tease me on purpose, to slowly and deliberately arouse
and sexually excite me, and to keep up the teasing until I cry out in
uncontrollable, moaning, bucking orgasm.  Tonight, that is exactly what she
is going to do!

   My nightly masturbation usually starts with mental images of looking up
Alyssa's skirt.  Her legs are long and smooth, and she can be surprisingly
careless around me - witness her earlier displays today - and I am quite
frequently treated to glimpses of whatever pretty panties she is wearing.
She is usually quick to cover up, however, and I crave a good, long look.

   With a a slow, steady motion, I take the hem of Alyssa's skirt between
my thumbs and forefingers and slowly, slowly raise it up over her thighs,
over her pink panties, to her waist.  I move her arms and rest her hands on
her tummy then arrange her slim fingers around the hem.  To my drug-addled
brain, it looks exactly as if she is lifting up her skirt for me.

   I stand back from the foot of the bed and bear witness to what I have
wrought.  Alyssa's panties are completely exposed, her thighs slightly
apart so I can see between her legs to where the pink cotton curves away
beneath her as it follows the shape of her ass.  For so long, I have wanted
to see this!  Although in my fantasies, it is Alyssa herself who raises her
skirt, oh-so-slowly exposing her charms to me with a teasing half-smile,
this is almost as good.  Her pale thighs, long and shapely with the gentle
flair of adolescence, hypnotize me - I cannot tear my eyes away.  I walk
around the bed lightly stroking myself, absorbing this pose, this flagrant
exposure of the little girl's legs and panties, from every angle.  For a
year and a half, I have imagined how it might look - and how it might feel
- to see Alyssa deliberately lifting her skirt and now here she is.  And
she is absolutely fabulous!!

   The marijuana has given me additional senses; I can `hear' Alyssa's high
little voice, `see' her blue eyes watching me.

   "This is what you want, isn't it David?' For me to show you my panties?
I've seen you peeking up my skirt, you dirty old man!  Does it give you a
big boner when I pull it up like this?"

   It is so real that I actually respond, my voice quiet and shaking with
desire.

   "Oh, God, Alyssa, it does!  You make me so hard!  Can I touch you,
Sweetheart?  Please?"

   "Okay.  You can touch me.  Anywhere you want!"

   I sit beside her and begin stroking her legs.  Starting at her knees, I
let my hand move higher and higher, stroking her with my fingertips.  Such
softness; such smoothness.  Higher still and I run my fingers along the
lacy elastic around the leg holes of her panties, feeling how it presses
against the soft flesh.  I gently stroke the pink cotton covering her
little girl cunt, letting my fingers run up and down the outline of her
lips.  I withdraw my hand, teasing myself again, and lean forward to kiss
the front of Alyssa's thighs.  Her soft skin feels so good against my lips
that I manage only two or three gentle kisses before succumbing to the
desire to press my face against the pliant flesh, holding my hands and arms
against her hips and pushing my face deeper into the softness that is
Alyssa's bare thighs.  I lick them, running my tongue over her, tasting her
skin and feeling its warmth as I flick along the edge of the lace-trimmed
panties.  I gently kiss the pink cotton over her cunt, feeling its
definition against my lips before straightening up once again.

   Although my cravings and obsessions are centered around Alyssa's long
legs, there is more to her preteen body than just shapely thighs.  Her
little breasts have just started to form and can be seen as a gentle
swelling against her blouses and t-shirts.  Only a month ago, Joanne bought
Ally her first bras - thin, filmy little things that I had examined at the
earliest opportunity - and she is wearing one today.  She really does not
need it, but with sleeveless tops her mother insists that one be worn. 
This stretch ribbed top shows the shape of her little tits to the best
advantage; there is not much there, but the material clings tenaciously to
what there is and her curves are accentuated by the vertical ribs.

   I run my hand gently over her breasts, feeling the gentle rise and fall
as it approaches her neck.  Reversing direction, my hand lingers over her
left breast and I squeeze her gently until I can feel her ribs beneath the
soft flesh.  I move to her right breast and rub my fingertips in decreasing
circles until I can just feel her tiny nipple under her bra.  I pull the
top up to her neck.

   Alyssa's little bra does not match her panties - it is white instead of
pink.  No doubt she thought that her underwear would never be seen so she
hadn't worried about aesthetics.  I don't care, either.  I gently stroke
her breasts over the bra and then suffer another loss of control such as
the one which resulted in my french-kissing her so violently.  My left arm
goes behind her and holds her shoulders tightly while my right hand
squeezes and mauls her tender little breast buds.  I yank the bra upwards,
freeing the white orbs and exposing the small pink nipples.  I squeeze and
knead them with my fingers with an intensity which, had she been conscious,
would have made Alyssa cry out.  I suddenly realize that to continue with
this mauling might very well result in bruising which might be felt when
she wakes up and I curse both my lack of self-control and my stupidity. 
But they are so soft and so warm; they just beg to be squeezed hard!

   I lean over her, lower my head to her breasts and try to ease the hurt
by licking them.  I lick all the creamy white flesh, feeling it move under
the pressure of my tongue, then cover her right nipple with my mouth. 
Drawing it as far into my mouth as her small breasts will allow, I flick
the nipple with the tip of my tongue and miraculously, feel it harden to a
tiny nub.  I move to her left breast and repeat the stimulation and it also
stiffens under the assault.  Obviously, the knock-out drug has not deadened
the nerve endings and having Alyssa react to my tongue in this way sends a
surge of pleasure through my body.

   Now my painfully swollen cock is clamoring for attention and the head is
slippery with precum.  I remove my mouth from her tiny pink nipple and
leave her adolescent breasts, shiny and slick with my saliva,

   I place a second pillow beneath Ally's head to tilt it more towards me
and sit astride her, fitting my knees between her arms and her sides.  I
lean forward and with my left hand braced against the headboard, I use my
right to position the swollen head of my cock against Alyssa's rosebud
lips. I look down and absorb the sight - one which stays with me still.  I
rub it up and down her soft cheek, over her forehead and in her blonde
hair. I move it down the other side of her face, across her chin then back
and forth across her thin neck.  Moving back up, I press it against the
side of her cute little nose and gently rub the underside of the head over
her closed eyes.  Finally, I place it once again against her lips and push
carefully.  I come up against her teeth but her mouth does not open.  I use
the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to pry open her little mouth and
gently push again and this time the head goes in.  Alyssa's mouth is so
small that although I am able to push past her teeth, she is stretched to
the point where they rest against the sensitive skin of my glans and it is
impossible to move it in and out without them scraping.  The pressure of
her teeth is bearable if I remain motionless, but despite my heightened
level of arousal.  thrusting into her little mouth is too painful. 
Instead, I simply hold her blonde head clear of the pillow with both hands
and enjoy the sight of my erect cock disappearing into Alyssa's face; her
lips stretched around my prick in a big `O'.  I curse myself for not
purchasing a digital camera on my way home from Russell's - what a missed
opportunity - but it is too late now so I try to burn the image of my erect
member surrounded by little Alyssa's pink lips into my memory forever.  I
have succeeded pretty well.

   I need to cum badly now - all this stimulation has my blood on fire and
my mind is filled with the different ways in which Alyssa could make me
climax!  In the end, though, it is fitting that my first orgasm with this
little girl be brought on in one particular way....

   Along with her legs and thighs, my other obsession is Alyssa's hands. 
They are exceedingly graceful and have slim fingers which seem almost too
long for her palms.  When masturbating to thoughts of her - which is almost
every night - I try to imagine that it is her hand flicking and lightly
stroking my prick; her fingers gently rubbing and twisting the head;
teasing the cum from my bloated, aching balls.

   And so I lie down beside her - on my back, my head on two pillows, and
pull Alyssa towards me.  Her head rests on my shoulder - facing me.  Her
blonde hair smells like Heaven!  My arm is around her and holds her in
place, gently pressed against my side with one arm underneath her body and
the other across my chest.  My erection throbs as I examine her long
fingers with the sparkle nail polish - so grown-up yet so child-like - and
kiss the back of her hand.  I turn it over and kiss the palm.  I lick it,
then take each finger into my mouth and suck it gently; the tip of my
tongue exploring the smooth sharpness of her nails.  I take her arm and
slowly, slowly move it down towards my stomach, her fingers just grazing my
skin; down further until the palm of her hand is resting on my cock.  I
think I am about to have heart failure!  Alyssa has her hand on my cock! 
Her touch is electric and my entire body flinches as if being shocked!

   I lie still and concentrate on the sensation.  Her fingertips are barely
brushing the bulbous, purple head and it feels as if sparks are jumping
from her hand.  My subconscious `hears' her little girl voice once
more.....

   "You want my hand David?  Hmmm?  You want me to jerk you off?  You do,
don't you?"

   The dope is still coursing through my veins and it is easy to imagine
that she is awake and murmuring softly to me.  I take her wrist in my hand,
lift it away from my stomach and let her fingers droop onto the shaft of my
cock.  I let the fingertips lightly contact the skin and brush them up and
down the entire length.

   "Ohhhh..., Yessss..., Ally....  , that's it!  Tease me, Baby..., tease
me hard!".

   "That feel good, David??  Do you want more?"

   "Oh, Honey, please!  Yes..., more..."

   I manipulate her hand to do the things I crave; to touch my cock in ways
that make my breath come in gasps.

   She places her forefinger on the sweet spot beneath the ridge and rubs
in tiny, light circles for a few seconds before returning to the feather
light brushing up and down the shaft.  She gives it a squeeze and one full,
delicious stroke then the single finger returns to the glistening,
distended head.  Over and around the glans a few times then she drags a
fingernail down the shaft and away.  A moment later, her palm again rests
quietly on my cock, unmoving.

   "Does it feel as good as you imagined?" she says, squeezing gently.  "Do
you like it as much as you thought you would?  Do you want me to keep
going? Hmmm?".

   Her fingers curl loosely around the shaft and slowly, ever-so-slowly,
ever-so-lightly, start to pump.  Up and down four or five times, then I
moan in frustration as her hand is removed.  I feel it rest on my thigh,
her fingertips barely touching my scrotum.

   "You are SUCH a dirty old man," she whispers disapprovingly, "begging a
ten-year-old girl to tease you and play with your big ol' thingy!" The
single finger resumes it's tortuous journey up and down my cock, slowing at
the sweet spot to flick back and forth once.., twice.., before continuing
its exploration.  "I'll bet you want me to make you cum, too.  Don't you?"
The single finger is replaced by all four fingertips; the pressure is
ethereal, fleeting, and it makes me arch my back as I try to maintain
contact with her retreating hand.

   "Please, Ally, yes, please.  Make me cum; I need to cum..."

   "O.K., I will.  But not quite yet.  I want to stroke and pet you a bit
more...."

   "Oh..., not too much more, Alyssa..., I can't stand it!" She lightly
drags her fingertips over the glans for a moment then they are gone.  Again
I push up to where her hand was but is no longer.

   "Not much longer, David..., just a bit more..., I promise..., then I'll
make you cum and cum and cum..., and spew and spew and spew!!!" The little
girl giggle I hear so often when she talks with her friends.

   The frustrating tease torture continues until I can stand it no longer -
and then just a little bit more.  Sooo good!  I finally decide I can take
no more; Alyssa's fingers close firmly around the shaft and her hand begins
pumping in earnest.

   "You can have your orgasm now, David....  I'll let you cum, now.  Let it
go..., I won't stop stroking this time..."

   And indeed she doesn't.  My brain is whirling with sheer lust and the
realization that after all those nights of frustrated imaginings, Alyssa is
actually jerking me off!  Alyssa Markstrom's hand is making me cum!!  I
hear my own voice, hoarse, cracking and desperate: "Pump me, Alyssa, Baby.
Pump me!!  Oh, God!!!, Ohh, GOD!!!!

   Fireworks go off in my head and my body bucks under her hand.  The hot
semen burns its way up the shaft and erupts, spurting repeatedly with an
intensity that makes all previous orgasms pale in comparison.  It flies
into the air and falls back onto my belly and onto her tiny fist, covering
it with rivulets of pearly liquid.  The contractions finally slow and,
breathless, I use her hand to squeeze the last drops of cum from my cock. I
let go of her wrist, bury my face in her hair and hold her tightly.  Dear
God!  What a cataclysmic orgasm!  The fulfillment of so many nights of
fantasy leaves me weak and I lie with her a few minutes trying to catch my
breath.  I reach over to the bed-side table for the damp cloth and use it
to wipe the cum pooled on my belly and dripping from Alyssa's long fingers.
I drop the cloth on the floor then pull her against me to rest.  I feel
satiated and exhausted but also intensely ashamed of what I have just
finished doing to the little girl who has been entrusted to my care.  But
it's too late now....

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   We lie together for over an hour with me breathing in the perfume of her
blonde hair and warm skin.  I doze for a while, but soon feel the stirring
in my cock that tells me that, despite my earlier feelings of shame, I'm
ready for more of her, I get up, take the washcloth back to the bathroom
and rinse it out.  While there, I smoke another joint under the fan and
contemplate my next move.  I decide that it is time to fulfill another of
my masturbation fantasies: I am going to pull down Alyssa's panties.

   I return to Joanne's bedroom, gently roll the little girl onto her
tummy, turn her head to the side and make sure the bedding doesn't
interfere with her breathing.  Still slow and steady.  Kneeling on the bed
beside her, I pull up her skirt once again to expose the pink panties and
run my hand over her firm little bubble-butt - round and round in circles,
feeling the soft flesh of her cheeks pliant under the cotton.  Moving
sideways a little towards her pretty feet in their white ankle-socks, I
reach up, hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and gently pull
them down over her hips until her ass is completely bared.  My breathing is
again rapid and my cock fully erect as my hands return to her ass for more
squeezing, kneading and rubbing.  So incredibly soft and pliant, only a few
seconds pass before I must lower my head and kiss the pale globes; one side
then the other, back and forth, pressing my lips harder and harder, feeling
the flesh flatten against my face.  I twist around and sit astride her
ankles, hold her hips and push my entire face into her firm ass, rubbing it
back and forth.  I push into the valley between the cheeks and rub up and
down the length of Alyssa's crack, the scent of Irish Spring bath soap and
little girl seducing my senses.  I gently separate her ass cheeks with my
thumbs and kiss her pink, puckered anus.  This fabulous little ass which,
in short shorts so tight that I marveled her mother had allowed them, has
given me so many rock-hard boners - and I am now actually kissing, licking
and gently biting it.  The skin is so soft under my tongue....

   Alyssa is as light as a feather as I flip the little girl over onto her
back.  I untangle the pink panties bunched at the top of her thighs and
pull them down over her knees, her slim calves and her white socks.  I drop
them on the floor.  There it is!  Alyssa's bare cunt!  The perfect, naked
little pussy I've imagined so often!  I stand up and pull her towards me
until her ass is on the edge of the bed.  Holding her by the ankles, I
slowly, almost ritualistically push her knees upward and outwards,
spreading her thighs as far apart as physically possible.  Her pale,
hairless cunt lips pull slightly apart under the tension, teasing me with a
glimpse of shiny pink flesh inside.  Still holding her, I move to the side
of the bed and pull her ankles back further until they are adjacent to her
tiny ears; her hips thus raised slightly away from the mattress.  My cock
bobs and dips with a pleasurable aching throb as I mentally compare what I
can now see with the way this shy little girl normally acts.

   I return to the end of the bed and drop to the floor.  My hands are at
the backs of Alyssa's knees, continuing to hold her slim legs in this
obscene position; pushing until her knees touch the blankets.  Her ass is
thus lifted from the mattress by several inches and her bald little cunt is
offered to my mouth.  I extend my tongue and draw it lightly up along the
slit between the little girl's legs.  My head swims with excitement!  Once
again overcome with lust, I assault Alyssa's pussy with my mouth, licking
and slurping, pushing my tongue into her as far as I can.  The taste is
very slightly salty, fading as I plunge again and again into her vagina and
my saliva dilutes the flavor.  I can cover her entire cunt with my mouth
and moaning through my nose, I lick and lick and lick the little girl until
my jaw muscles ache.

   I release my hold on her legs and allow the strained muscles to relax,
her knees falling to the side.  Bringing my thumbs up to her pussy, I
gently retract the outer lips to expose the glistening interior of her
cunt. Spreading them as wide as I feel I can without stretching her to the
point where she might feel something upon awakening, I lick the exposed
pink flesh.  Bottom to top, flicking from side to side over her tiny clit,
imagining her high little voice urging me on...

   "Lick me, David..., lick me!  Push harder with your tongue...!  Yes,
like that...., lick my cunt, David...., lick it!  Make me cum...!!"

   And then I imagine her cumming, writhing under my mouth, pushing her
little pussy harder against my face, her voice rising in ecstasy to a
shuddering, moaning climax.

   I need to cum myself now and, God help me, I briefly consider forcing my
prick into the small vagina positioned at the tip of my tongue.  It would
be so, so good to sink into this little blonde girl, to push my throbbing
penis inside her body as far as I can, stretching her with its girth; to
hold her tiny ass in both hands and thrust and pound into her...., but some
small part of my inflamed psyche asserts control and I am able to hold
back. Instead, I reach along her body, push her ribbed top and training bra
up to once more expose her delicious little breast buds and stand up, I
lift Alyssa's legs over my shoulders and fit my pulsing erection, oozing
with precum, between her smooth thighs.  My hands push them hard together,
the warm flesh trapping my cock in delicious softness.  I can see her
little white socks in my peripheral vision, her ankles resting beside my
neck.  Slowly, I thrust back and forth, reveling in the friction and warmth
of her skin as her legs squeeze my prick.  I can see the plum-colored head
disappear into the creamy flesh then reappear as I slide back and forth,
each stroke causing a jolt of pleasure in my drug-riddled brain.  Looking
down at her blonde head, I thrust harder and harder - back and forth, back
and forth, quickly losing control as the sensations overwhelm me.  I now
have my arms clasped around the little girl's knees and am squeezing her
tightly; pounding against her so hard that Joanne's bedroom is filled with
the sounds of creaking bedsprings and skin slapping against skin.  Alyssa's
entire body is bouncing on the mattress, her blonde hair spreading around
her head like a halo.  I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm...., here it
comes...., her thighs.., her hand.., her little tits.., her firm ass.., her
hairless cunt.., her pretty face.., her long legs.., her thighs, Oh, Jesus
her wonderful thighs..., Alyssa..., Alyssa..., I'm cumming!!  Oh, God...,
I'm cumming....

   Jet after jet of hot sperm spurts from the purple head and arcs down
onto Alyssa's chest.  My body is wracked by jolt after jolt of
indescribable pleasure and I clutch her legs hard against my body. 
Finally, the spasms begin to subside and the globs of white liquid fall
first onto her bare stomach then finally dribble down her thighs.  A few
final thrusts and I pull out, lowering her long legs to the floor.  I look
down at Alyssa, her chest, belly and thighs glistening with my cum and am
once again appalled and ashamed.  I retrieve the wet cloth and clean her
up, replace her panties and position the little girl in a more comfortable
position.  Exhausted and totally spent, I lie down beside her and close my
eyes.....

   I have fallen asleep.  When I awake and remember, I glance worriedly at
the digital display on Joanne's alarm clock.  Midnight - just over six
hours since Alyssa took the drug.  Russell guaranteed eight hours so I
embrace her and lie quietly, enjoying the scent and feel of her slim body
in my arms.  My thoughts drift to the things I have done to this innocent
child and although I feel no small amount of guilt at molesting and
violating her, I assuage it with the thought that she will never know it
happened.  No harm, no foul.  Right?  This conclusion is less than
satisfactory but what's done is done so there's no point in excessive
self-recrimination.  There is, however, a point in making sure that she
awakens in her natural environment and I do not trust Russell's estimates
of time so I replace her panties, lift the little girl from the mattress
and carefully return her to the couch downstairs.  I arrange her
comfortably on the sofa and after one last peek up her skirt, cover her
with a blanket, place one final kiss on her soft lips and go back upstairs.

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   I awake to the hissing sound of the shower filtering through the wall
from the bathroom next door.  Alyssa is awake and the relief floods through
me.  She has recovered from her drug-induced unconsciousness and remembers
nothing - I know this because the police are not at this very moment
knocking on the door.  The clock on the side table reads 9:15 and I pull my
robe around me and go downstairs to start the coffee maker.  I take the
first scalding sip as Alyssa comes into the kitchen wearing her ratty old
bathrobe, her hair stringy and wet.

   "Thanks for covering me up last night," she says, "how come you didn't
wake me to go to bed?

   "You looked so peaceful sleeping there, I didn't want to disturb you." I
lie.  "You have plans for the day?"

   "Going to Erica's later - we're going to the mall, O.K?"

   I nod and take another sip of coffee.  Alyssa spins around and leaves.
the room.  The relief is palpable - I have gotten away with it and I'll
have memories and jerk-off fodder to last me a lifetime.  It has gone so
well that I almost regret not being able to share the experience with
someone else; someone who has similar proclivities but, of course, that is
impossible.....

   I pick up the newspaper from the hall floor and take it back to the
living room.  Alyssa is standing at the foot of the stairs, a puzzled look
on her pretty face.

   "David?  Where did you put my glasses?  I can't find them anywhere!!"

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