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 Jessica's Visit (Mg, oral, anal) By Cactus
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   Twenty-two year old Andrew Davis was thrilled.  As he set down the last
of the cardboard boxes on the kitchen table, the reality of his new
surroundings could really sink in.  Recently graduated from college, he had
moved from his old home on the east coast to California in hopes of finding
a job in the tech industry.  The open kitchen window letting in the warm
west coast breeze also let in the sounds of his new surroundings.  Seagulls
calling and the low hiss of ocean waves permeated the beachfront
neighborhood and seemed to electrify Andrew's mood.  Indeed, the atmosphere
trumped the otherwise low-income nature of the area, a necessary sacrifice
for the former student who had yet to settle into a paying job.  It was
therefore that the apartment was somewhat small, and the building itself
seemed to lack constant upkeep.  The few neighbors Andrew had mostly kept
to themselves; he assumed drug use and the high number of liquor stores in
the area probably contributed to that.  Still, violent crime in the area
was low, and he knew he couldn't complain about the necessity of keeping a
tight budget, at least until he found employment.

   After unpacking his clothes and various other necessities, Andrew
decided to walk down the street to a nearby food store to pick up some food
for the fridge.  On his way back, he saw some people standing outside the
door to his building.  A woman in her late twenties was talking to a man
whose back was turned to Andrew.  Her dirty blonde hair was pulled into a
loose ponytail which hung over the front of one bony shoulder, those
shoulders exposed along with her midriff by a creased pink halter-top.  A
short black mini-skirt showed plenty of her thin, tanned legs.  Similarly
tanned arms were crossed under pert breasts the size of oranges.  As he
drew closer, the woman brought both hands up and through her hair in
exasperation as she and the man seemed to be in an argument.  Shifting his
grocery bag from one arm to another, Andrew momentarily shifted his
attention to his own side of the street as he sidestepped a pair of men in
his way.  As he drew parallel to the apartment building's entrance and
slowed to cross the street, he saw another figure which had previously been
blocked by the arguing man and woman.

   Standing against the wall of the apartment was what must have been the
woman's daughter.  Blonde hair the color of pale wheat hung long and
uncombed to the middle of her back.  A red bikini top covered two
blossoming breasts that barely filled the cups.  Unlike the tanned skin of
her mother, the girl's smooth skin was pale, and it spread milkily along a
thin stomach and the curves of her ribs.  Tight cotton shorts hugged the
slight flare of her hips and a rear-end pleasantly round despite an
otherwise slim form and the coltish legs that followed, all the way down to
small, bare feet.

   The sight of her made Andrew linger a bit too long before finally
crossing the street.  After looking both ways, he again made to watch the
waif-like beauty and this time saw her looking directly at him.  Cornflower
blue eyes caught his as he made his way to the door, her face showing no
hint of emotion.  Their gazes remained locked until it was broken by the
threshold and Andrew stood alone in the apartment lobby.  He let out the
breath he didn't realize he was holding and made his way to the elevator. A
weakness for younger girls had plagued Andrew since his mid-teens, when he
first began to outgrow the girls he was attracted to.  He wondered if the
girl lived in the same building, then wondered too about what kind of life
she led in this neighborhood.  Her exposed ribs spoke to the apparent lack
of regular meals, but the deepness of her eyes hinted at a well of
confidence.  After making his way to his own apartment, Andrew began
putting away the groceries, and the task of settling in to his new home
soon overtook any thoughts of the mysterious child.

   The next day, as Andrew was leaving for an interview, the sound of loud
music could be heard throughout the hallway.  Looking about, he noticed the
apartment door two down from his own and across the hall was slightly open.
Standing there, backlit by the dingy yellow light from within and the rapid
drumming of some electronic song, was the beauty he had seen outside the
day before.  She stood against the doorframe, half in and half out, one
long and spindly leg slightly bent.  Thin fingers rested on the door's
handle, as if she had paused while opening, or perhaps closing it.  Once
again her eyes were on him, and Andrew felt like he had caught a glimpse of
a wood nymph as it darted behind a tree.  She was still however, and her
look was again entirely passive, like she was watching an act.  Andrew
turned to face her; his lips parted as if to say something, but she
suddenly looked back into the apartment as if someone had called her.  With
slow deliberation, she looked back at him again as she slid back into the
doorway and shut the door behind her, causing the music from within to die
down.  Andrew watched the closed door for a time, then seemed to remember
where he was.  He slid the key from his own door and hurried down the
hallway towards the elevator.



   * * * * * * *

   The next week passed by quickly for Andrew, his time spent going on
interviews, unpacking his various belongings, and walking about the
neighborhood in hopes of familiarizing himself with it.  Though he
occasionally saw the slender woman he believed to be the girl's mother,
either standing on the street or engaged in conversations with various men
both inside and out, he had yet to see the girl herself again.  He came to
guess that perhaps she lived with someone else, and that he had only caught
her during a visit.  Soon he had all but forgotten about her, as the area
was well stocked with beautiful women of all ages, and his mind turned to
thoughts of finding a local woman for a date.

   It was a Saturday morning when the knock came at his door.  Andrew was
watching television, an empty bowl of cereal on the coffee table, and the
sound caused him to jump slightly.  He didn't expect anyone to come calling
this soon after moving in.  Still wearing a pair of navy sweat shorts and
an old t-shirt from when he woke up, he walked to the front door and placed
one hand on the handle as he pressed his eye to the peephole.  Immediately
his heart leapt into his throat and a thrill sent goosebumps along his
arms. There in the hall, fisheyed by the tiny lens, was the girl.  Andrew
stepped back and stared at the doorway.  What would he do?  What COULD he
do?  Not answer the door?  Maybe she needed his help.  Besides, she surely
saw the gleaming aperture darken from her side as he made to see who was
there.  She knew he was home, and that he had seen her.  Swallowing, he
turned the deadbolt and then the doorknob.

   Every subtlety of her form seemed blinding from so close.  Her hair was
still uncombed, locks tangling among eachother as they swept behind her
ears and fell languidly along her shoulders and back.  Andrew instantly
pictured her laying in bed, hair spread along a pillow in the same fashion.
Her pale face was like a Victorian doll's, even having a tiny beauty mark
under her left eye...oh, those eyes.  Two blue gemstones.  Two Great Blue
Holes in tropical waters.  Looking close you might see schools of fish
swirling within.  Her soft lips were like two pale rose petals, and they
parted like veal gates before a coral-pink tongue.  Her porcelain white
stomach was again bared in a lime-colored tube top, a tight pair of denim
cutoffs hugging her tiny hips and the swell of her rear.  She was all of
five-foot-four, and the tall graduate wanted to pull her against him, curl
up with her in the tiniest space and live there forever.  Her voice, when
it came, was a whisper, but it suffused him inside and out.

   "May I come inside?"

   He plunged into the real world like a log flume and blinked, then looked
all around at the modest living space.  She lived here too, he thought, in
this inexpensive building, but despite her slipshod demeanor (even that
seemed perfectly placed in every detail), she somehow seemed like a royal
-- Princess Diana in Calcutta.  Before he could answer, she had already
slipped past him, and he silently closed the door behind them, turning the
deadbolt.  With her hands clasped behind her back, she looked around the
sparse living area.  Unsure of what to do with his own hands, Andrew cupped
them together and rubbed them lightly as he took a single step toward the
kitchen.

   "Can I get you something...to drink?"

   The young girl turned to him with a smile that burned through him like
sunlight through fog and nodded, and he felt his feet moving him into the
kitchen before his brain could tell them to.  He took some juice from the
refrigerator and pulled a glass from a nearby cabinet, pouring some for
her.

   Suddenly she was behind him, her chest pressed to his back and her
smooth hands on his chest.  Andrew sputtered and nearly dropped the carton
of juice.  He felt the silkiness of her hair against the back of his neck
as the slender fingers of her right hand closed around the bulge in his
shorts.  Then she was turning him around, her impossibly blue eyes looking
up into his, and before he knew it his gaping mouth was being covered by
hers.  Her right hand still gripped the growing shaft through his pants,
her left clutching the collar of his t-shirt and bringing his head down to
meet hers as she slightly raised herself on her toes.  Her lips were
incredibly soft, and her velvety coral tongue was already pushing into his
mouth.  They kissed like this for several moments, or an eternity, before
she broke it wetly and looked into his eyes.  Andrew let out a shuddering
breath, his mouth gaping like a fish.

   "You like me...right?"

   Her question spun around in Andrew's head but he gave no answer.

   "I saw you looking at me.  Outside the other day, and then in the
hallway.  It's because you like me."

   Now it wasn't a question, and Andrew could only nod.  She let go of his
crotch and pulled the tube top off, her stretching arms accenting the
ridges of her ribcage, two tiny breasts plopping out from the fabric, each
capped in a stiff nipple the color of salmon.  Andrew immediately pulled
her to him, kissing and licking the smooth curve of her neck while his left
hand pinched at those swelling nipples.  The girl mewled, and her hand went
back to his crotch, this time dipping beneath the elastic wasteband and
grabbing the rigid shaft.  She palmed the engorged head, gathering a slick
trail of precum, then began to slide her dainty fingers along the length.
The older man groaned and bent slightly at the knees, cupping her face in
his hand and pressing her head to his chest.  Her free arm wrapped around
him, and for a time the only movement was of her arm shifting back and
forth and his hips lightly moving along with it.  Then he groaned again,
and his fingers clenched in her tousled hair as an orgasm ripped through
him.  Jets of cum shot against the inside of his shorts, and the girl
deftly cupped her hand before the spitting head, fingers caressing the
underside as the last spurts pooled therein.  She then locked eyes with
him, lifted the sperm-coated hand to her mouth, and proceeded to lick it up
slowly.

   Andrew let out a breath and slumped back against the counter on his
elbows, his cock softening.  The girl finished cleaning her hand and gave
him the most angelic smile.  "Did you like that?"

   Andrew nodded, then ran a hand over his face.  "I don't even
know...what's your name?"

   "Jessica" she said, running her hands up the front of his t-shirt.  Then
he was pulling her to him again, his lips seeking hers and their tongues
dancing.

   He lead her towards the bedroom where both of them began removing the
rest of their clothing.  The denim cutoffs slid from Jessica's hips to the
floor, revealing a black G-string damp with her arousal.  Andrew's own
shorts were soon in a pile with his shirt, and his throbbing erection
jutted six and a half inches from his flat stomach.  The sight elicited a
moan from Jessica, which turned into a squeal as her lover pushed her back
against the bed, lifting her legs behind the knees.  Her crotch was thrust
upward and he knelt toward it, pulling aside the G-string and revealing the
adolescent pubis beneath.  The mons was sparsely haired with golden fuzz
which had yet to reach the plump lips below, which were spread lewdly to
display the vermilion flesh between and the darkly winking hole of her sex.

   He began to tongue the dewy gash like a ripe, split fruit.  Jessica
moaned, thrashing her head from side to side as he licked from the rusty
rose pucker of her anus to the fleshy hood of her clit, which he nibbled
tenderly.  Her taste was exquisite, a sweet musk of youth that Andrew
savored like wine as he speared her drooling hole with his tongue.  The
spongy flesh of her inner walls were slick with the milk of her arousal,
and he began to kiss and lick upwards, over her rounded mons and
button-like navel, across the firm alabaster plain of her stomach as it
dipped between the swell of her ribs.  He kissed her heaving chest and the
cupcake-sized breasts, the stiff nipples upturned.  He kissed her open
mouth, covering it with his, and she cried out into it as the bulb of his
cockhead pressed into her.

   The child's tunnel was like a steam room, oozing walls parting against
his length.  The tightness gripped and pulled at him, hot and damp as he
slid well past where her hymen should have been.  He paused as he bottomed
out, their pubic bones grinding together and her hot breath trembling
against his lips, her sapphire eyes wide as they looked into his.  Then he
drew back, all but the glans sliding from her like a well-greased piston,
before he pressed back in again and they were fucking.  Jessica arched her
back, tangled hair slipping across her forehead.  She ground her clit,
exposed and hot like an ember, against the thick dark hairs of his pelvis
every time they collided.  Her tiny tits mashed against his chest.  Her
toes curled as she made to lift her legs around him, then weakly let them
flop back down.  She turned her head against the mattress and mewled into
the blanket which she balled in her little fist.  Above her, Andrew groaned
like a wild beast.

   Jessica's whimpering cries caught for a moment, then turned to pretty
squeals as her orgasm sent spasms along the length of her hot cunny sleeve.
Andrew lifted himself above her with one arm as he pulled his tumescent
cock from the pit of her bald loins, tiny sprays of girlish juice
sprinkling against the swollen head and the mussed sheets as his second
climax sent five thick jets of pearly semen along the smooth flesh of her
thighs and cunnus.

   "Ooohhh!  Ooohhh!  Uunnnhh...nnnhhh...uaahhh..." The man and his child
partner panted through the slow slide from ecstasy, and Andrew fell to his
side on the bed beside her, his arm falling across her silken stomach, the
other bending to act as a rest for his head.  The sylph beside him lay with
her arms at her sides, legs spread, eyes heavy-lidded and staring at the
ceiling.  Several long minutes passed in this fashion before little Jessica
turned her head to face his.  She took his hand in hers and brought it to
her lips, kissing daintily each finger, her cerulean gaze like a woman's.
Andrew propped himself up on his elbow and studied those eyes.  Her pale
eyebrows.  Her flawless white cheeks and button nose.  Smooth neck.  Thin
shoulders.  The underdeveloped swell of her tiny breasts.

   "What...just happened?  Why did I...?"

   Jessica was sucking gently on his middle finger.  She drew the digit
from her lips and spoke with the confidence of someone twice her age but a
smile every bit as youthful as she looked.

   "We had sex."

   Andrew sat up further and pulled his hand from hers, a pallor on his
face.

   "God, you're just a kid.  If you're mother..."

   Now she was sitting up as well, shaking her head.

   "She's a whore.  Men are always coming over and paying to fuck her, and
sometimes they fuck me too but she doesn't care." Andrew was shocked,
having had no idea such a thing was taking place just down the hall, and
the girl continued, "She doesn't care what happens to me or what I do.  I
can take care of myself.  And I wanted to fuck you!J"

   Her frank revelation had calmed Andrew's fears, somewhat.  At least he
wouldn't have to worry about a frantic mother calling the cops on him, if
she found out about what he'd done to her daughter.  In fact, her mother
probably had every reason to avoid the police.  Jessica stood and moved to
the bathroom, her slim body clad only in the skimpy black G-string that
slid between the round, tight cheeks of her young rear.  She lifted a foot
onto the counter and, using a towel, cleaned the cooling jizm from between
her legs.  Her movements had all the confidence of repetition, but the
knowledge that she had been used by random men, perhaps for years, took
nothing away from the aura of perfect, innocent youth.  After cleaning up
and slipping on her discarded shorts, she leaned down to the still-sitting
Andrew and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

   "I have to go now...my mom will be home soon."

   Andrew followed her into the living room, where she retrieved her tube
top.  She went to the door and then turned, biting her lower lip and
looking up into his eyes.  It wasn't a seduction, he knew, but real
adoration.

   "Can I come over again soon?"

   He nodded, and she gave him such a sincere grin that he felt
butterflies. Then she was gone, the door shutting lightly behind her and
the sound of her small feet running down the hallway accented by the fading
of her joyous laughter.

   Now a true pedophile-in-practice, Andrew felt like his legs were made of
stone as he walked to his bathroom to take a shower.  The sense of wrong in
his gut was certain, like a lead weight, but by the time he was turning the
water off the weight felt like it had been surrounded by jelly and lifted -
a sweet and youthful jelly.



   * * * * * * *

   Two days passed without a sight of the nymphish blonde, and Andrew began
to fear that she had come to regret what she had done with him.  When he
wasn't preoccupied with job searching or daily chores, his stomach would
knot in nervousness and he would second guess his assessment of their
encounter's safety from scrutiny.  Even if her mother had no inclination to
stop him, would the girl end up telling someone else, someone who might
feel a need to call the police?  The scenarios sparked in his mind in times
of idleness despite his attempts to assure himself otherwise.  On Tuesday
night, when a knock came at his door, he half expected the face of a grim
police officer to greet him through the peephole.  When he saw the familiar
beauty of Jessica, however, his heart lifted and he felt as if great iron
weights had slipped from his shoulders.

   He opened the door to her grinning face and she immediately wrapped her
arms around him, standing on her toes to kiss him sensually.  He returned
it eagerly, and only after several delectable moments did he have the
wherewithal to back her into the entrance and close the door behind them.
There was no reason to believe the other residents were as carefree as the
girl's mother.

   "I'm so sorry I couldn't come sooner," said Jessica, taking both of his
hands in hers.  He marveled at how small they seemed in his own.  "I
couldn't wait to see you again."

   Tonight she wore a stunning blue top that matched her cornflower eyes, a
piece that tightly hugged her waist and left her back bare, the bottom of
the shirt breaking into two thick swaths of fabric that crossed over small
breasts and joined behind her neck.  It left the wide, milky expanse
between those breasts open and gave her a mature air that couldn't quite
sustain itself when matched with her girlish face.  Like the Saturday
before, she wore no bra.  Her gently flaring hips and swelling bottom were
covered by a pair of shiny black tights that conformed to the crease where
her butt met the back of her thighs and hugged her coltish legs to just
above the knees.  Her tiny feet were strapped in a pair of sandals that
showed off her prettily painted toenails.  Around her neck was a thin gold
chain with a small opal pendant, and her hair was combed and pulled back
into a long ponytail that hung between her shoulder blades.  She had
clearly done herself up before coming to see him.  Even her hair smelled of
lilac shampoo.

   Andrew was quick to bring her back against him, ecstatic that his affair
with the waifish girl hadn't come to an end as he'd feared, and gave her
kisses all along her neck and shoulder.  Jessica sighed and closed her
eyes, fingers lightly grazing along his back.  None of her mother's clients
that craved illegal flesh had ever treated her so romantically.  After
kissing him for long minutes, she smoothly went to her knees and undid the
fly of his shorts.  His turgid length throbbed in her smooth hands, and she
looked up at him as her tongue slid along the underside of the scarlet
glans.  His hand caressed her cheek and then cupped the back of her head as
she took the bulb into her mouth, suckling it as if for nourishment.  Inch
after inch slipped past her tender lips and into her throat, the muscles of
her neck working to accommodate the stiff length.  Andrew was stunned by
the adolescent's expertise.  None of the older girls he had ever been with
could take his entire length at once, but here was this twelve-year-old
enchantress doing it with practiced ease.  Her nose was soon pressed
amongst the dark brown hairs at the base, her tongue bathing the underside
of his cock as her throat massaged and swallowed at it.  Then it was
sliding back out, slick with dripping saliva that dangled from her lip to
the head as she took a deep breath of air and began to bob her head along
the length, her fingernails scratching lightly at his scrotum.

   Her expert treatment of his cock soon had him groaning through a
terrific orgasm, and Jessica kept his cockhead sealed in her lips as his
slimy load shot against her tongue, letting it pool there until no more
came out.  With a sly grin, she opened her mouth to show him the cum as it
mixed with her saliva, then swallowed the entire load.  Andrew was smitten
by the young vixen, feeling as if he had won a cosmic lottery.  He gripped
her by the armpits and she squealed as he lifted her up into the air,
wrapping her slender legs around his waist.  They kissed deeply as he moved
her to the kitchen table, laying her on her back and gripping the waist of
her tights and pulling them down.  Her smile was indicative of her
excitement, and she raised her hips to help him.  Tonight she wore no
panties.  He ran his fingers along the damp crease of her sex, the scent
radiating all around him.  Jessica had undone the tie behind her neck, and
let the upper straps of her top down to reveal her wonderful titties, the
areolas a light pink against the darker pink of her nipples.  She reached
up and into his hair, then gently pulled his head down to her chest.

   Andrew tongued the stiff nubbins, first one and then the other, then
began to suckle one tiny teat as if he were nursing.  Between her legs, his
middle finger slid into her hot depths, joined soon by his index finger. 
She cooed and spread her thighs, bending her chin to her chest to watch
him. His thumb pressed against her clit as he diddled her then slid his
fingers from her humid cunny down to the roseate star of her asshole.  She
gasped but made no move to stop him as he pressed the slick middle finger
past the gripping collar of her rectum and into the spongy heat of her
anus. The girl's body shook like a leaf, mewling and sobbing as he drove
the finger into her, flexing and bending it against the quivering walls. 
Then he withdrew from her, and she gasped again as his cockhead began
running along the fleshy pink gash of her sex.  Her arousal served to
grease the plump head and slender shaft nicely, and along with a thin
stream of her dew that had dripped down the crack of her rear, his cock
took only minimal effort to pierce the flexing ring of her asshole. 
Jessica let out a sensual whine and pressed her thighs tightly to his hips,
balling her hands into fists and lifting her head from the kitchen table.
Andrew paused to let her anal sleeve adjust to his head.

   "Is that good, baby?"

   She nodded and he helped press her knees towards her chest, raising her
ass into the air and spreading the milky cheeks lewdly.  She moaned and
mewled as he continued to drive his length deeper, her bowels incredibly
tight and hot.  By the time he bottomed out, she was panting loudly and her
pre-teen sphincter was tensing and clutching at the base of his cock.

   "Ahhh..!  Haahhh..!  Haahhh..!  Mmmuhhh..!" Jessica's arms were wrapped
around the back of her thighs, pulling her knees against her chest.  Her
lover's cock was driving short, hard thrusts into her rectum.  One of her
hands pressed between her thighs to rub frantically at the scarlet bead of
her clit, peeking from the fleshy mound of her prepuce.  As Andrew's
thrusts became longer and deeper her tiny hand became a blur, and the
glistening juices that leaked from her winking hole further lubricated him
as they dribbled down her perineum and along her crack.  Before long she
was shaking as if palsied, clawing at the gash of her sex and having a wild
orgasm, spurting tiny sprays of girlish cum.

   "Ooaaahhh!!  Aahhh!  Aahhh!  Ooohh!  Cum...c-cum...cum inside m-me! 
Pleeasse, inside meee!!"

   Andrew didn't have the strength to resist such pleas, and he slid from
her trembling bowels into the convulsing tunnel of her cunny.  His own
orgasmic cries joined hers as thick jets of semen shot against her puffy
cervix.  Jessica howled like an animal.

   "Yeeesss!  Inside meee!  Inside meee!  Fill me pleeasse!"

   The euphoria of their shared climax ebbed, bodies sheened with sweat. 
Jessica's legs had fallen back to the table, weak and shaking with an
occasional spasm as her body jerked through the echoes of her orgasm. 
Andrew held himself above her on his elbows, his head resting on her bared
chest.  Both of them caught their breath in silence.  Soon after, the two
of them moved to the bedroom where they fell asleep, adult and child
embracing eachother beneath the sheets.






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