Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Storm, Mf12, con, pedo. This story is a work of fiction. The author neither condones or practices the abuse of minors. The story was written during an actual storm while the author sat in his cheap ass apartment, hoping the storm wouldn't knock it down. Some neighbor kids were playing in the rain across the street and that's when he first saw the cute little girl dashing about in her bathing suit and the premise was formed. The girl's name was unknown and the family moved away shortly after the storm and he never saw her again. But the memory of that lithe, young body and the day of that storm remained and the story was born. The weatherman said that it was going to be a bad one. A hurricane had stalled off shore about fifty miles and they were going to be hit by the swirling bands of rain all day. She made to within two blocks of her house before the wind and rain got to much for the twelve year old and she had to seek shelter. That's when he found her on his back porch, shivering, and cowering from the lightning. She jumped when he open the back door and spoke "You look cold. Would you like to come inside to get out of the storm?" She nodded and he ushered her inside. Leading her to the bathroom, he told her to take off her wet things and he would get her a clean towel and then they could put her clothes in the dryer. When he returned with the towel, the bathroom door was open and there she stood, naked, still shivering, her wet clothes in the sink. He stared, transfixed, her young body was perfect, shapely and small. Her breasts, though small and still developing, were made all the more enticing as her chill has made them even tighter and covered in goose bumps with her nipples playing king of the goose bump hill. She spoke as he handed her the towel "Soaked to the bone" she said "Everything's wet, I just hope my..., Oh, no, my PHONE!" She pushed past him without taking the towel and dashed to the living room where she had dropped her bag. Digging through the bag she sighed "Thank god. It was in the beach bag." She starts dialing as he steps up behind her and begins dabbing at her shoulders and back with the towel. "HI, Mom" she speaks to the phone "Yeah, I'm safe. I made it to a friend's house just as that last storm broke." a pause "Yeah okay, I'll be good. Love you too Mom. Uh huh, I'll call you later, bye Mom." She stood and let him finish drying her back, arms and legs and then turned around and looked him right in the face. Holding her arms straight out, she waited for him to dry her front. This was an unbelievable dream come true, this girl, this nymph, was begging him to touch her and he couldn't resist her siren's song. Kneeling before her, his hands began at her shoulders and slowly worked the towel down that exquisite young body. Through the towel, her breast were a little more than a palm full but they were firm and supple and he had to resist brush her hard nipples with his bare fingers. She giggled a little when he rubbed her sides and tummy and he swore he heard her sigh seductively as he ran the towel up her legs to dry them. Leaning forward, he put his arms around her to wrap her in the towel and she lifted his chin and kissed him lightly on the lips. He lost all control, the brakes were off and there was no stopping now. Dropping the towel he held her back and took her entire left breast into his mouth. She gasped in shock and pleasure as he devoured both young mounds, licking and sucking and kissing them. Remaining on his knees, he laid her down on the couch and began to molest her young body like he's always dream and fantasized doing. His lips touched every part of her fresh, shivering skin, she was no longer cold, she was warm and getting warmer. She threw her head back and sighed aloud when his fingers first touched her hot, wet, slit. He was wasting no time and sunk two fingers into her tight nirvana while thumbing her ridged little clit. Fulfilling his fantasies, he wanted to make her cum and watch her little body as he tortures her with pleasure, over and over again. She writhed and bucked, her face contorted by agonizing bliss but with all of her moans and cries, she hadn't tried to interfere with or stop his actions. He sucked and licked at her clit as he pumped two fingers inside her pussy, she bucked her little hips into his face and screeched aloud as she came. Not being able to stand it any longer, he growled and pulled her to a sitting position on the couch in front of him. Grabbing her ankles, he pulls them up to his shoulders, pulling her ass to the edge of the couch. He pulled down his pants and laid seven inches of the biggest dick she's ever seen between her legs. This isn't saying much, being twelve and only having sex one time before and he was only thirteen but in her eyes this dick was huge. Without much more foreplay and with little fanfare, he growled again and pushed he head of his cock into the tiny gap between her legs. She cried out "OH!" in pleasured discomfort, he wanted to ram his whole cock into her in one thrust but her response to his intrusion grabbed the animal and held it back. Pulling back half an inch, he pushed deeper eliciting another groan from the little girl but it was more pleasure than discomfort this time, so he pressed on. The fire returned to him when he realized that there was going to be time for the animal, once she got used to him and he slowly kept pushing deeper and deeper until he was fully inside her. Up on his arms, he stared down between them, his cock got harder as he gazed upon it buried deep inside this little girl's bald little pussy. He mumbled "How old are you?" Huffing, she replies "Two..., twelve..., Mister!" His cock seemed to get bigger as he growled once more and started his true assault. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust back into her. She gasped at his abruptness and because his cock was brushing against her g-spot. He did this again and again, quickly building to a rapid steady pace of crashing thrusts that jarred the little girl, making her squeak and huff. She moaned and between gasps for air, she pleaded "More, Mister...more!" and he was released. Taking her hips in his big hands, he began to furiously jack hammer his cock into her pussy and she screamed and arched her back to the ceiling when her orgasm took her. Wrapping her legs around his, she pulled herself to him seeking more of that magic wand that was giving her so much pleasure. He had never envisioned such an erotic sight, not even in his fantasies, that could compare with what he was witnessing right in front of him. This little body was total sex and it was all his, she writhed and squirmed under his assault. She purred and screamed at the pleasure he was giving her. He was in perverts heaven. As he neared his own climax, he pulled himself from this twisting ball of orgasm and pulled her to the floor in front of him. Stuffing his cock into her small mouth and without words, she took his shaft in her hand and stroked it as she sucked at the bulbous knob in her mouth. Within seconds, the head swelled in her mouth and the shafted lurched in her hand. He grunted with each massive blast of cum he pumped into her mouth, which she greedily swallowed. When the last of it was spent, he pulled away from the shaking, lip smacking, little sex toy on the floor and put himself away. Standing up, he helped her to her feet and then swept her into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom. Before he laid her in his bed, she whispered in his ear "It's okay if you cum in me." He looked into those soft brown eyes and kissed her softly as he lay her down. He lay next to her, silently examining and molesting her young body for the next hour or so and she saw how he looked at her. Because he wasn't looking at her, his fixation was her body, her little, twelve year old body, to him, she was nothing, only a illegal toy. They both noticed the storm letting up and realizing that she'd probably be leaving soon, he undid his pants again and rolled atop her. She lifted her head and kissed his chin and neck, since that's all she could reach, as he realigned his cock at the entrance to his wonderland. It was a little easier going in this time but not by much and didn't take him long to be dropping almost his full weight on the little girl, rapidly. Being a limber little girl, she lifted her knees and then spread them out nearly flat against the mattress, giving him free and total access to her pussy. He wanted to possess this pussy, keep her locked away for his pleasure only, he wanted to get inside this body, eat her, be her. His lust was out of control but his fucking wasn't, the girl clawed at the mattress and his clothes. Her toes curled again and again, she couldn't stop cuming. Suddenly, he lunges forward, burying himself so deep, he pushed into her cervix and pumped his seed straight into her tiny womb. This sudden, stabbing pain only seemed to heighten her already near painful orgasm to greater pleasure and she screamed as the thunder roared "Fuck Me, Mister! Oh god! Fuck Me!" He slammed into her three or four more times, causing pleasure and pain before collapsing his full weight down on her. Not being able to breathe, she pushed at his shoulder "Off! Off!" She shuddered as his semi-ridged cock slipped from her and she sighed "Oh god, Mister" and he only smiled. Somehow he knew that too many words would spoil this fantasy and remained quiet. He retrieved her clothes from the dryer as she cleaned up in the bathroom. He watcher her dress and followed her to the kitchen. She gave him a light peck on the lips and said "Thanks for letting me stay here during the storm, Mister." He replied simply "You're welcome" and she left out the back door. Tom sat in his living room, watching the weather report, glancing over his shoulder at the back door and wondered. The End?