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 Ashley Wants It (Mf, cons)

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   Ashley Wants It

   By SpectreOfHell

   "You don't mind?" Helen asked again.  She pulled her robe tighter around
her body and sneezed.

   "I don't mind, I promise," Jeff told his wife.  "You're sick.  Go to
bed. I'll get Ashley to help me make you some soup."

   "I feel bad leaving you to babysit," she said, sniffling.  "I told her
mother I'd watch her."

   "You should have told her you had a cold," he chided.  "But it's okay.
Ashley and I get along just fine.  I'll watch after her.  Now get in bed."

   "You're the greatest," his wife told him, smiling warmly.  He guided her
to their bed and helped her take off her robe.  She looked so sexy, even
sick, in her short nightgown.  He loved his wife dearly, though in the last
few months she seemed to have been sick more than she was healthy.  They
hadn't been able to make love in over a month, which was probably why he
found her so sexy even with her sniffling and sneezing.  He covered her up
and went back downstairs.

   "Is she sleeping?" Ashley asked from her place on the living room floor
in front of the television.  Jeff stopped in the doorway to talk to her,
and he couldn't help noticing how cute she was.  He knew it was just his
sexual frustration, that he normally would never have looked at a little
girl like that, but all the same Ashley was adorable and quite sexy for a
nine year old girl.

   "She'll be alseep soon," he told her.  "Want to help me make her some
soup?"

   "Sure!" the girl said, hopping up.  Her skirt flared showing off more of
her slender, pale legs and giving him a brief glimpse of her simple blue
panties.  He felt his cock stir in his pants and was ashamed of himself. 
She was cute, but she was a child.  Nine years old.  So what if she had
shapely legs and such a cute face, and if she had premature breasts that
showed as little plumbs beneath her tshirt, or that her lace socks were too
grown up for a girl her age?  He was a 29 year old man, and he had no right
thinking of her in such a way.

   Besides, he'd known the girl for over a year now, and they were friends.
He was no pervert, and she was just an innocent girl, so he had to control
his thoughts.  He wanted to fuck his wife, he reminded himself, and no one
else.  In the kitchen, Ashley pulled a chair over to stand on next to him
as he supervised her.  She opened the can of chicken noodle soup, put it in
the pot, added water, and turned the heat on.  She beamed proudly at him
when he praised her.

   She was standing next to him, her hip touching his side.  Their faces
were level, and as he looked into her deep brown eyes he felt a different
sort of stirring than the one in his crotch.  A tug at his heart, and he
wanted to hug her.  He wanted to kiss her...

   He shook his head, ashamed again.  "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

   "Nothing," he lied.  She made a pout with her lips and caressed his
face. He smiled at her.  "I'm sorry Helen got sick," he said.

   "It's okay," she told him.

   "I know you like spending time with her, is all," he added.

   The little girl shrugged.  "I like spending time with you, too," she
said.

   "You do?" he asked, a little surprised.

   "Sure," she beamed happily.  "Can we play a game after we make the
soup?"

   "Of course," he said, happy that she was happy.

   "Any game I want?"

   "Any game you want," he agreed, not knowing what he was getting himself
into.

   They finished the soup, transferred it to a bowl, and she carried it up
the stairs with him following.  She swished her butt, drawing his eyes, and
he felt ashamed for doing so.  She was a child, just a little girl, but
damn she had a nice ass.  Helen was already asleep when they got upstairs.
They put the soup on the bedside table and left quietly.  In the hall,
Ashley slipped her hand into his and tugged him toward the stairs.  It was
the first time she'd ever held his hand, though she'd sat on his lap a few
times before.  It felt...intimate.

   Downstairs, she shut off the TV and sat on her knees on the floor. 
"Okay," she said.  "Let's play a game."

   He sat on the sofa facing her.  "What kind of game?" he asked.  "We've
got checkers, or I could teach you backgammon."

   "No, not that kind of game," she said, giggling.

   "Then what?"

   "Close your eyes," she said.

   "Why?"

   "It's a guessing game."

   He smiled but he was confused.  "What kind of guessing game?"

   "You close your eyes, then I let you smell something," she said.  "If
you can guess what it is, then you can have it."

   He made a face.  "You're not going to make me smell your feet are you?"
he asked.

   She laughed.  Her laugh was a tinkle, like magic.  "No," she said,
lighlty punching his knee.  "Not my feet!  Come on, let's play."

   "Okay," he said, resignedly.  He leaned back in the sofa and closed his
eyes.  He heard her getting up.

   "No peeking," she warned.

   "I won't," he agreed.  He heard the rustle of cloth, then she stepped
closer so that her legs pressed against his.  He felt her fingers brush his
chin, then they were beneath his nose.

   "Sniff," she ordered in a quiet voice.

   He did.  And instantly, every nerve in his body was on fire.  He knew
that smell.  But no, that couldn't be it.  He was smelling something that
only smelled similar.  That had to be it.  It coldn't really be the smell
of...

   Of pussy.

   "What does it smell like?" she asked in a low, sultry voice.  "Do you
like it?"

   He opened his eyes slowly and his gaze locked with hers.  "Ashley," he
said, but didn't know where to go from there.

   "If you like it," she said, "you can have it."

   He instinctively glanced toward the stairs.  "Ashley," he said again.

   "She won't wake up for awhile," the little girl said, reading the
thoughts he didn't want to be having.  "And I won't tell.  I promise."

   His burning nerves began to melt.  "No," he said weakly.  She wasn't
really offering that.  Was she?  She was too young!  She couldn't
understand!  "Ashley, that's..."

   "I love you," she whispered.  Everything in him froze.  She looked so
vulnerable, so afraid, but not of what he might do to her.  No, she wanted
that, it was clear to him then.  Slowly, she crawled onto his lap, but
instead of sitting on him as she usually did, she straddled him.  She
inched forward until her tiny breasts were against his chest.  Her adorable
face was looking up at him as she settled back, lowering her crotch onto
his bulge.  And yes, he was bulging.  He wasn't aware that he'd gotten so
hard until she sat on it.  When she felt it press against her, she smiled
broadly.

   "You can put it in me if you want," she said softly.

   "Jesus," he hissed.  He grasped her hips intending to push her off of
him but found he couldn't do it.  She put her hands on his shoulders and
slowly ground herself against him.  Her jaw slackened and she made a cooing
sound.  Her mouth formed a silent "O." He felt the fire inside him flash
into his crotch, and unable to resist he pulled her down by her hips and
lifted himself to meet her.  They both moaned softly.

   "I love you," she said again, hissing.  "I want to do it with you. 
Please?"

   "Jesus Christ," he groaned.  "Ashley, we can't!  You're only nine year's
old, for god's sake.  It's a crime!"

   "Not if I don't tell," she said.  "And I swear I'd never, ever tell on
you, Jeff.  I love you.  Please?"

   "Where did you even get the idea?" he sputtered even as he continued to
grind against her.  He knew he was doomed, a drowning man grasping at
flotsam to save his life.

   "I look at my Daddy's dirty books," she said.  "Kelly Richards, my best
friend, do you know her?  She taught me how to play with myself, and I
really like it.  We talked about doing it with some boys, but I want you to
be my first.  I really, really want to, Jeff.  Please?"

   "Oh, god," he groaned.  He leaned forward, slumping really, but she met
him by leaning into him and pressing her thin lips to his.  He kissed her
reflexively, and she responded with more knowledge of the act than she
should have had.  When her mouth opened and her little tongue touched his
lips, he let her in.  Just like that, he was making out with a child.  And
he loved it.

   "Where," he gasped, "where did you learn to kiss like that?"

   "Kelly taught me," she said.  "She learned from her Daddy.  But I don't
want to kiss my daddy, he's gross."

   Jeff's mind was reeling.  Just moments ago, he was tucking his wife into
bed and lusting after her body.  Now he was dry humping a nine year old
girl while she confessed of her friend's incest.  "Kelly," he gasped.  "Did
she...and her father...?"

   "Yeah," Ashley giggled.  "He put it in her a few times, but she said
he's not good at it.  She never has the orgasm with him.  This feels really
good, Jeff." She ground on him harder, panting.

   "Oh god," he groaned again.  She made a yelping sound and pressed down
harder.

   "I think," she gasped, "I think...oh, oh, OH...Jeff!" She went stiff. 
She was cumming.  He knew it, felt it, had caused it, and he was lost.  He
had to do this, had to have her, had to follow through on this desire he'd
never known hid within him.  Turning, he lay her down on the sofa and knelt
between her widespread legs.

   "Okay," he told her, kissing her.

   "Really?" she gasped, still high from her orgasm.  "Are we really going
to do it?"

   "Yes!" he groaned.  He put his hand over her tiny, prepubescent breast
and massaged it.  Her nipples were already hard.  The nubbin was firm and
spongey at the same time.  Groaning more, he slid his hand quickly down
between her legs.  Her panties were soaked with her juices.  He'd had no
idea a girl her age could become sexually aroused.  The aroma of her pussy
wafted up to him, stronger than the scent had been on her fingers.  He had
a mental image of her thrusting two fingers into herself before putting
them under his nose.

   With almost frantic movements, Jeff pulled up the hem of her skirt to
expose her panties.  He moved down so he could nestle between her slender
young legs, feeling how smooth they were and covered with downy, nearly
invisible hair.  She was far too young to have to shave her legs.  He
licked her inner thigh, consumed by overpowering lust, and she moaned
loudly as he did so, her hands flying to his head.  He nuzzled her crotch,
inhaling her intoxicating, innocent aroma.  Opening his mouth, he covered
the gusset of her panties and clamped down lightly.  His tongue lapped at
the wet cloth, tasting her dimly.

   Moaning, he hooked a finger into the leg opening of her panties and
pulled it aside.  It was the first time he'd ever seen a pussy so young. 
She was hairless, but her inner lips were splayed outward revealing her
arousal.  The hood of her clit was retracted and the little nubbin was
swollen.  He licked her from bottom to top, lapping at the juices
glistening on her pink flesh.  She cried out even louder and arched her
back, planting her sock feet on the cushions to thrust herself up into his
mouth.  Jeff buried his tongue between her lips and drank her in.

   It was the most unique flavor he'd ever experienced.  She was tangy,
sweet, metallic, and bitter all at once.  Using his fingers, he spread her
open so he could see into her.  Her hole gaped open in invitation.  He
thrust his tongue into her, making her cry out again.  Her little hands
pulled at his hair almost painfully as she shook beneath his onslaught. 
Moving his tongue to her clit, he eased a single finger into her.  His
tongue had met no resistance, and neither did his finger.  He soon had it
buried in her to the last knuckle.

   That might have been the only thing that stopped him.  If she'd had her
hymen, he couldn't have fucked her, wouldn't have dreamed of trying.  He
never, never would cause her any pain.  But the barrier was gone.  He might
stretch her, but he wouldn't hurt her.  Shaking, he rose from between her
legs and frantically loosened his belt and pants.  Ashley lay back on the
cushions gazing up at him in wonder, lost in the haze of her own youthful
passion.  Her eyes locked onto his cock when it appeared, and her eyes
widened in wonder.

   "Have you ever seen one for real before?" he asked as he rose off the
sofa.

   Ashely shook her head in negation, unable to form words.  He shoved his
pants down along with his underwear and kicked them off.  Then he stepped
closer, his erect cock bobbing in the air over her little body.  "Touch
it," he urged.

   So quickly, he thought.  So quickly had he turned from a normal person
into a child molester.  But he couldn't stop.  He watched her lift her hand
and wrap it around his tool.  She smiled broadly, immensely pleased to have
him in her hand.  Her eyes met his.  He knew it was time.  Pulling away
from her, he tugged her panties down.  She lifted herself to let him remove
the garment, and he tossed it onto the pile of his own discarded clothes.
He knelt on the sofa again, grasping her ankles in both hands.  She folded
her hands over her midsection and watched her own knees as they were bent
back toward her immature chest, then stared at his cock as he maneuvered
into position.

   There was still time to back out, he told himself.  But he knew he was
lying.  His cock touched her little pussy.  They both shivered.  He pushed
his hips forward, raking the head of his tool through her sopping wet pussy
lips and over her engorged clit.  The eyes in her head rolled back and she
moaned.  Her hand flew to his belly, pushing lightly, but not trying to
dissuade him.  He moved his hips again and managed to get the head of his
cock lodged into her opening without touching himself.  Like it was meant
to be.  Gently, he began to push.

   She moaned and strained to bend herself so that she could see what was
happening to her.  The head of his cock split her lips, mushrooming the
flesh.  There was resistance, but only because of the fatness of his adult
cock compared to the narrowness of her virginal opening.  "Are you sure?"
he asked her.

   She nodded vigorously.  "Say it," he urged, trembling as much as she
was.

   "I want it," she hissed in a hot whisper.

   "Say what you want," he begged.

   "I want to do it," she said.

   "Tell me to fuck you," he groaned.

   "Oooohh," she said, blushing a bit.  She could do it, but saying it was
the embarassment.  All the same, she said, "I want you to fuck me, Jeff."

   Moaning, he pushed harder.  His cock began to enter her.  It stretched
her, it clamped on his cock like a vise, but it was sweet and wonderful. 
The most incredible thing he'd ever experienced.  He worked his cock back
and forth, fucking her in the most shallow of strokes, working himself
deeper and deeper into her body.  They both began to sweat as the smell of
sex filled the room along with their grunts and moans.

   "It's in me," she cooed when he was halfway filling her.  "It's really
in me!"

   "Yes," he agreed, pushing harder into her.  "I'm inside you, Ashley.  My
cock is inside your pussy."

   "My pussy," she moaned, liking the word.  "Your cock is in my pussy."

   "I'm fucking you," he groaned.

   "You're fucking me," she agreed.  "Oh, oh, oh, fuck me Jeff!"

   Moaning, he pushed harder, and suddenly he felt flesh against his balls.
He was buried in her little body.  He'd honestly expected her to be unable
to take all his length, even though he was only six inches long.  But it
was in her.  He was fully inside her.  With agonizing slowness, he withdrew
and began to really, honestly fuck her.

   The strokes were slow because she was so tight.  If he pushed too hard,
his cock threatened to fold.  She was hot, wet, tight, and wonderful, and
she loved every second of his cock inside her.  On the tenth stroke, just
as he thought he would blow his nut, she came.  Her pussy clamped down on
him so tightly he couldn't move.  He rode it out, watching how adorably her
face contorted, listening to the sweet sounds of her little girl voice
panting in orgasm.  She went limp, panting.  He eased out and thrust into
her again, a bit more forcefully.  She was still incredibly tight, but her
post-orgasmic bliss left her loose enough for a quicker stroke.

   "I'm going to cum," he told her.  "I'm going to cum inside you, Ashley."

   "Yeah, yeah," she chanted, her body quivering.

   "Say it, Ashley," he urged her.  "Tell me to cum inside you."

   "Cum inside me," she moaned, clutching at him.  "Cum inside my pussy,
Jeff."

   Crying out, he began to explode.  It wasn't a sudden orgasm, not like he
had with his wife, where it swept over him and flowed out of him in violent
spurts.  It built up in waves, cascading and crashing in increasingly
intensity until his cock swelled and his juices began to launch out of him
into her body.  He was cumming inside her, inside a child.  The feeling of
his cock throbbing its orgasm into her set her off again, to his amazement,
and she came again, crying out shrilly.  She dug her heels into his thighs
and clawed at his chest, tossing her head from side to side.

   The pleasure faded out of them slowly at the same time.  He lay propped
over her, panting, and she lay beneath him, still joined to his body,
glowing in joy.  "I love you," she said, smiling brightly.

   He couldn't help himself.  "I love you too, Ashley," he told her, and he
meant it.  His heart ached for this child, and he knew he'd never be the
same again.

   Eventually he softened and slipped from inside her.  His exit was
followed by a flood of his juices, a copious amount he'd been saving up
unintentionally for a month.  He thought that once he was spent that sanity
would return, that he could blame his actions on his horny condtion.  But
it wasn't true.  He wanted her again.  He loved her, truly and deeply, and
desired her as he never had another female in his life.

   He got her cleaned up.  He got her panties back on her.  She was sleepy,
so they cuddled on the sofa as she drifted into sleep.  He tucked her in
and went up to check on Helen.  She had slept through it all.  When could
he do it again?  When would he have the chance to fuck Ashley again?  Would
the child want to repeat it?  Would she tell?  He didn't know.  All he knew
was that his life would never be complete without her in his life.

   If it was meant to be, it would happen.  He had to be satisfied with
that.  Closing the door behind his sleeping wife, he went to take a shower
and wash off the evidence of his passion and crime.

  
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