Ginny - Chapter 2:

Ginny Plays with Her New Toy

As far as her schoolmates were concerned, Ginny’s birthday party was the most exciting they had ever seen. Everybody, even her best friend Kerry, had been shocked at Ginny’s present. Nobody in middle school had a slave; they were something reserved for wealthy adults.

The laws in Azteca stated that slaves were good and legal, but the enterprise had been declining for hundreds of years, since the massive European immigration into the North Azteca continent, occasionally called North America by some Europeans, in the 1700’s. These days, while some families still sold their children into slavery, it was usually the most desperate of them since the taxes on their proceeds were so high. And the costs of purchasing a slave were enormous. Their prices had slowly risen to rival those of a brand new luxury car.

All of this was irrelevant to little Ginny. All she had known when she asked for her present was that slaves cost a lot, and her parents had produced one for her. Now, as her party was winding down, she was looking forward to what would happen when the last of her friends went home. For Ginny, the only thing better than getting a new toy was playing with it.

The young girl sat in her living room on the love seat with her right arm wrapped around her gift, who had fallen asleep. Ginny was quietly chatting with Kerry, her best friend and the only guest from her party that had not gone home yet.

Kerry giggled softly. “You really popped a boner when you saw him,” whispered the little redhead, who was sitting to Ginny’s left.

Ginny blushed. It was a little embarrassing to get hard in the middle of her birthday party, but it happened to girls her age all the time, sometimes even in school. “I guess I was just excited,” she replied.

Kerry grinned widely. “What are you gonna do when my parents pick me up?” asked the little girl. She stared pointedly towards the little boy her friend was embracing.

Ginny blushed again. “I’m not going to… you know… right away. Daddy said that I should take it slowly and get to know him at first, so that he feels comfortable with me,” she explained, “I don’t want him to think that’s all I care about.” She glanced down fondly at her little treasure as she finished speaking, a surge of lust mingling with some feeling she couldn’t describe that made her want to clutch the little boy tightly to her breast and shield him from anything that would try and hurt him. He had seemed so vulnerable at first, she thought.

After Ginny had opened the package that contained her present, she had hugged him tightly and the little boy, after being surprised at this new contact, hadn’t let go of her. He seemed frightened at the new surroundings that faced him, and was unwilling to separate from the little dark haired girl who now owned him. Ginny got a few bites of cake and ice cream into him when it was served, and he seemed to enjoy it, but other than a few smiles he had seemed too overwhelmed with his new environment to communicate. As the party wound down, the slave boy had seemed to get more and more sleepy, until he fell asleep on the loveseat, encircled by Ginny’s arm. Ginny thought that she would be just as timid and scared if she woke up in a new place and surrounded by loud strangers. She decided it would be good to let him rest before she played with him.

As the young girl was thinking these things, unbeknownst to her Kerry’s parents had arrived. They walked into the living room and greeted Ginny politely before asking their daughter if she was read to leave.

“Sure,” replied Kerry, “I’m ready to go home.” A wide grin spread across her face. “I think Ginny wants to play with some of her new toys.” Her green eyes stared pointedly at the little boy her friend had her arm around. Kerry’s father blushed, and her mother couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright dear,” replied Kerry’s mom, “Lets leave those two to themselves,” she finished, looking down at the little brunette and the littler boy. The three of them walked out, Kerry waving goodbye.

Ginny was finally alone with her present. She lay back on the sofa now, hugging her boy more closely, and closed her eyes. She could use a nap, too.

Ginny awoke in darkness. The lights in the private living room that connected with her bedroom had been turned off by one of her parents or the maid. Her boy was still asleep, still embracing her. She smiled fondly at him. Looking at the windows revealed that she had been asleep long enough for day to turn into night. She had been asleep for at least four hours, then. The young girl decided that her boy (she would need to find out his name, she thought) had had enough sleep for now. Ginny brought her lips close to his ear, and whispered softly to him, trying to wake the blond child as gently as possible.

“Sleepy head,” she said, “Time to wake up. Come on. Wakey-wakey.” The little boy slowly started to stir, finally opening his pale blue eyes. The first things he saw were Ginny’s green eyes staring right back at him. He shivered in fright, and tried to get away from her, not remembering anything that had happened to him at first. Ginny held him tightly, whispering soothing nonsense into his ear until he calmed down. He finally stopped struggling as he recalled everything that taken place earlier that day. He looked into the eyes of the girl who held him. He also began to cry.

Ginny was alarmed. “What wrong?” she asked. She stroked his hair softly, like her father did sometimes to her, and waited for him to speak.

“I...I don’t wa-want to die!” the sobbed the little boy. He clung to her harder, tears streaming from his eyes.

Ginny couldn’t help it. He was so heartwarmingly sad and ridiculous like that, crying his eyes out over something so silly. She laughed. The boy stopped his crying and looked up at her questioningly. She laughed harder, and his expression changed into anger.

“Why are you laughing at me?” he demanded, his almost feminine face the parody of a stern expression.

Ginny wiped tears from her eyes, and got her breath before answering. “Why would I kill you?” she asked, “I want to keep you. You’re my birthday present.” The little boy stared at her disbelievingly.

“When my mom sold me to the slave broker he said I would probably be sold to a temple… to be a sacrifice.” He looked down when he mentioned his mother. Ginny couldn’t read his expression.

“Does this look like a temple?” asked Ginny, gesturing around her living room. She had gotten over her bout of hysterical humor, and now wore an expression of sympathy. The thought of her cute little boy being sold to a temple and sacrificed by priests was an awful one.

“No.” he said, not looking at her. Suddenly he sat up straight, his face close to hers. “Am I really your birthday present?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Yes,” she said, a little huskily, “And you’re the best present ever.” His sweet pink lips were just inches from her darker ones, so Ginny pulled him to her and kissed them. He didn’t offer any resistance, so she held the kiss for minutes before pulling away. When they separated, a thin stand of saliva connecting their lips stretched between the two children, finally breaking into translucent nothingness.

Ginny’s erection was back, pressing into the boy’s soft tummy, charging her young body with lust. She wanted to tear her clothes off, and then his, and ram her penis into his ass. But she knew that it would hurt him to do that and probably destroy any chance of him getting close to her emotionally. Ginny renewed her vow to take it slowly with her slave until he trusted her and was surer of his new home.

His eyes were half lidded when he looked at his mistress and a furious blush colored his cheeks. “Ummm…” he trailed off, licking his lips, “You taste like cake.” Ginny giggled at that. “Why did you kiss me?” the boy asked. He seemed happy, but unsure and slightly embarrassed. Ginny guessed it had been his first kiss.

“Because I like you, and I like to kiss. You should get used to it, because I’ll probably be kissing you a lot,” she replied, pouting her lips at him. A thought struck her. “What is your name?” she asked curiously.

“Timmy Baker. What’s yours?” he asked.

“Ginny Merriman.” She smiled. “Timmy. I like that,” she said. Her right arm, which had been wrapped around him the whole time squeezed him tighter and pulled him closer to her. “Timmy,” she asked, suddenly seriously, “Do you understand that my parents bought you, and then gave you to me? Do you understand that you are my property now, and that I can do anything I want to you?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

Timmy nodded, eyes held downward. His lower lip trembled a bit, and Ginny was afraid he might start to cry again. Luckily he didn’t. She didn’t want to scare him, or make him upset. She just wanted to make sure he understood his situation, and that she was going to be the dominant one in their relationship.

“I know,” he replied. He looked back up at her. “You’ve been really nice to me so far,” he said. It was almost a question. “Am I going to work in the kitchen or something? Slaves are supposed to work right?” Ginny didn’t blame the little boy for being confused. Slaves were usually assigned a specific job that they did for their whole lives. If any other family had purchased him, Timmy would be learning a trade right now.

Ginny smiled, shaking her head. “Your only job is to do anything I tell you to do. You’re mine,” she finished, a little forcefully. He nodded in understanding.

“How old are you, Timmy?” asked Ginny.

“I’m almost nine,” he said meekly. He had been a little intimidated by her possessiveness.

“I’m twelve, Timmy, in case you were wondering,” Ginny said, smiling. “I just started middle school this year. It’s a mixed school, so it’s a lot of fun. Did you go to school?”

“Yeah, I went to an English school. I’m from Maryland, so there are hardly any Aztec schools there, and no mixed. My mommy said that I shouldn’t talk to Aztecs.” He finished this statement with a little blush. His new mistress was obviously part Aztec.

Ginny smiled. “That’s silly. You shouldn’t ignore someone because of their race,” she lectured. Racism was something that she had been taught about, but not something she had directly experienced. The population where she lived was primarily Aztec, though there was a sizable European minority. There were few racial incidents.

Timmy nodded his head. Ginny was once again struck by how cute he was, and pulled him in for another kiss. He sighed as her lips met his. This time, Ginny pressed her tongue against his lips softly, requesting entrance. He got the idea after only a moment, and let her tongue slide inside of his mouth. Timmy’s eyes, previously closed, opened in surprise as Ginny’s tongue swirled around his own. He closed his eyes in pleasure and they held each other for long moments until Ginny finally pulled back.

Her penis was bothering her again. It had become so hard that the part of her dress in front of her crotch was stretch out straight in front of her. The cloth covered head was resting pleasantly against her boy’s stomach. She moaned softly. She knew she had to do something about her problem or she would end up with blue balls. Ginny didn’t want to go and masturbate alone, but she didn’t think Timmy was ready for sex yet, either.

Ginny had an idea. Maybe there was another way to get him to help her with her problem besides having anal sex.

“Timmy,” she said throatily. He slowly opened his clear blue eyes and looked up into her face. He was wearing a grin, and his cheeks were flushed.

“Hmm?” he asked.

“Timmy, I have a problem I need some help with,” Ginny husked. She took his little hand, and placed it on the large bulge tenting her dress.

He gasped. The huge thing in his Mistress’s dress was harder than a rock, and longer than his forearm. He could feel it’s heat through the material wrapped around it. Ginny wimpered in pleasure at the contact. Her cock had never been touched by anyone other than herself, and even through her dress and panties, having her little slave touch her felt great.

Timmy knew what a penis was; everyone had one, after all. But he had never imagined that a girl’s penis was so much bigger than a boy’s. He had heard of sex, but he wasn’t really sure what it was all about. He was excited, though, and he was ready to do anything Ginny asked of him. He didn’t realize it yet, but he was starting to fall in love with the pretty girl.

Oh, yesss…” she hissed. She placed her hand on top of his and pulled it back and forth along the length of her large shaft. It felt so much better this way! After a few moments of soft stroking, Ginny gently removed her boy’s little hand from her cock. His gentle stroking felt wonderful, but she craved the feeling of his soft hands on her bare shaft.

He looked up at her questioningly, wondering if he had done something wrong. She smiled to reassure him.

Ginny slowly untangled herself from him, and stood up. She stood over Timmy, who was still laying down on the loveseat, and quickly pulled her panties down, and then off. She threw them onto the ground. They were ruined from the massive stretching they had received.

She smiled down at the little boy, and slowly pulled up her dress. She hoped that he wouldn’t be scared. Her Daddy had told her that sometimes seeing a girl’s big thing for the first time could be scary for a boy.

Timmy watched his new owner with interest as she pulled up her dress, and gasped when it reached her thin waist.

Sticking out from her crotch was a long, thick, cock which was several shades darker than her tan colored skin. The shaft of her prick was thicker than a can of soda, and was absolutely covered with veins. The head was uncircumcised and about twice as large as Timmy’s balled fist, and a big drop of her precum was oozing from the tip. Hanging beneath this awesome tool was a massive set of testicles, each almost the size of a lemon. The whole unit, Ginny’s cock and balls, was slowly throbbing to the rhythm of the little girl’s heartbeat.

Timmy gulped. His eyes switched rapidly between the little girl’s beautiful face and her huge cock several times. The contrast between the soft features of her still childlike face, and the rough, powerful looking organ between her legs was striking.

He was suddenly nervous. Compared to this monster his own penis was tiny, almost nonexistent. He was unsure of what to do, and his face reflected this.

Ginny smiled. She could tell her slave was little nervous, but at least he didn’t look like he was going to run. That was good. She need to cum really bad right now.

She sat down next to him, almost on top of him, actually. She pulled him into her with her right arm, and sighed. Her balls were resting on Timmy’s bare thigh below the hem of his little shorts, and her huge penis stuck high into the air between them. She looked into the little boy’s face and made eye contact.

Ginny whimpered. “Put your hands on it,” she whispered. He obeyed almost instantly. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his soft little hands encircle her cock. Both of them together couldn’t reach around its huge girth.

“Rub it, rub it!” she panted. He had hardly begun and she was almost out of her mind with lust. Timmy started moving his hands up and down her shaft softly and quickly, hoping he was doing it right. Ginny thrust her hips into the air, and groaned. It felt so good, but he wasn’t doing it hard enough. She placed her hands over his smaller ones, and squeezed them tightly over her prick. She pumped his little hands up and down her massive tool stongly several times, showing him what to do. When she let go, he took over, gripping her huge cock as tightly as possible and pulling up and down as hard and fast as he could.

Ginny’s hands were now free. She used them to softly grasp each side of the child’s head, and slowly and gently pull it down to her cock head. Timmy let his Mistress do it; he was fascinated and aroused by their sex play. His tiny penis was erect and almost visible through his thin white shorts.

“Lick it,” she commanded. Timmy’s eyes widened, but he obediently stuck out his little tongue and ran it across the tip of his Mistress’s massive prick. Ginny groaned. She reached down and pulled her foreskin completely down, exposing her gigantic cockhead. Timmy ran his pink little tongue all around it, much to Ginny’s delight.

Rivers of precum flowed from her piss slit, coating the child’s tongue and flowing down her enormous shat to provide lubrication for the furious pumping her little slave was performing on her cock shaft. Soon his tiny fists were covered and his mouth full of gobs of the clear, slimy stuff. Timmy found that he really didn’t mind the taste. It was bland, or maybe a little sweet.

They settled into a rhythm. Timmy continued to drag his tiny, precum covered hands over Ginny’s gigantic, vein covered cock. His sweet pink tongue worked over the dark, swollen head of her huge prick and occasionally stopped to scoop some of her tasty precum into his mouth. This treatment drove the little girl crazy with pleasure. The wonderful sensations coursing through her penis were becoming too much to handle. She knew she was close to her orgasm.

Timmy’s little arms and mouth were beginning to tire. He had been servicing the little girl’s huge fucker for over ten minutes, and knew he couldn’t keep it up for much longer. Fortunately for them both, Ginny was ready to cum.

Her eyes slitted in extreme pleasure, Ginny tangled her hands into her cute little boy’s long blond hair. Amidst whimpers and groans, she managed to speak.

“Oh, oh. Oh Timmy. Umm! Oh, eat it. Eat what comes out. Eat my cum!” She pulled him by his hair, until his face was flush with her enormous prick, and began to shudder. Her gigantic balls began to swell and pull up tight against her crotch. The preteen girl’s already huge cock swelled even bigger. She closed her eyes and moaned over and over again as her orgasm overtook her.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Oohhhhh! Mmm, mmm, mmm yesss!” Her loud cries filled her living room, and carried beyond the closed doors. Downstairs her mother smiled.

Ginny’s piss slit was pressed right against Timmy’s tiny mouth. She pulled on his hair harder, forcing the wide tip of her prick to stretch his little mouth open. Suddenly, his already overfull oral cavity was flooded with thick, sticky wads of cum. Her first orgasmic contraction was long and drawn out. A solid stream of jizz was pissed from Ginny’s fat cock into the little boy’s mouth. Some of it went down his throat, but there was far too much cum for him to swallow. It squirted out from around his overstretched lips, and splashed back against Ginny’s enormous cock. It leaked from his lips and slid down his chin and onto his chest.

Ginny moaned again and thrust her hips forward, stuffing more of her prick into Timmy’s little face. Her second jet of cum was enough to complete fill his little tummy, and he began to choke and gag on her fat cock. This felt wonderful to Ginny, but Timmy couldn’t handle her huge penis in his mouth any longer. With all his might, he managed to spit the huge thing out.

Ginny groaned, and pulled her right hand out of Timmy’s hair. She gripped her huge cock, and started rubbing it all over the little boy’s face, covering it with her cum. Timmy closed his eyes as his cute, delicate features were coated with the twelve year-old girl’s semen.

Ginny came for several minutes. She shot wad after wad of hot, sticky cum onto Timmy’s face and into his silky blond hair. He added his hands to his Mistress’s cock and helped her to cum, enjoying the feeling of being covered with her hot, sticky discharge. It was almost too much for the little boy to handle. His stiff little dick throbbed in his shorts, causing him distress. Ginny, almost done with her massive cum, noticed the little boy’s tiny dick sticking up, and smiled. She moved her huge, still spurting cock over his crotch, and began to rub it against his tiny penis.

Timmy looked shocked for a second, and then moaned long and loud. Ginny smiled, and pressed down, rubbing his little dick harder and faster. Timmy began to thrust his little hips up at her. Loads of girl cum covered his crotch, making his tiny pink tool visible through the little boy’s tight white shorts. It was fully engorged, and maybe four inches long. It was glued to his soft white thigh by copious amounts of Ginny’s jizz when he had his orgasm. He whimpered and clung to Ginny. She allowed him to pull her down until she was on top of him, and pressed her lips into his in a messy, cum covered kiss. As she plundered his little mouth with her tongue, Timmy shuddered repeatedly in a dry orgasm, the first cum of him life. His orgasm lasted about thirty seconds, a long time for a boy. A few minutes after he had quit cumming, Ginny’s finished her orgasm. Both of their crotches were soaked with her cum, which was the consistency of paste and still hot.

They lay together for a long time, exchanging tender, sticky kisses and whispering in each other’s ears. After a while, they got up from the cum coated couch. The two lovers then took a shower together. They had fun exploring each others bodies in the light while washing each other off. Afterwards, too tired to continue their sex games, the two went to sleep in Ginny’s bed.