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 Nes' secrets by capitalXD Mf13, oral, mast, slow,



   I woke up a few hours later when the water in the tub had gone down
enough to hv the noisy jets spray at water level instead of quiet and under
the water.  When I tried to get up the blanket was stuck to my shoulder
where she bit me.  I had bled so much it had soaked through the bedcover. I
yanked the blanket off of my shoulder with a wince and it started to bleed
again.  I ignored the wound and I got up, turned off the shower and the
jets, then pulled the drain in the tub.  Blood ran down my arm and left
drops on the floor.  I laid behind Nes and spooned her.  The scent of teen
girl and sex was my last sensation till I was back asleep.

   When the morning came she woke before I did and when she moved her legs
she sat up with a gasp of pain.  Her hands shot to her sides and onto the
bed.  I sat up with her and she pushed her hands down into the bed to lift
her bottom off the soft blanket.  She touched her brow to mine and with a
weak squeaky voice said,

   "I hurt so bad down there." Indicating her crotch.

   She slid off the bed in slow motion.  Her first attempt at standing sent
her falling back onto the blanket where she propped herself back up on her
hands and stood again, more slow this time.  She stepped one tentative foot
at a time and held her legs far apart like a saddle-sore cowboy.  She got 3
steps when her left leg either slipped or gave out and she crashed to the
tile with a solid thud.  Her shoulders slumped and shuddered as she started
crying.  I got up and picked her up.  I cradled her like an infant and
asked her if she wanted the shower , toilet or bath.  She pointed a
commanding finger to the bathroom and kept sobbing.  Into the bathroom she
pointed again at the shower so I carried her in an turned on the warm
water. I didn't notice but when I sat up in the bed I hd , again, pulled
the stuck covers from my bloody shoulder and the wound was flowing free
again with bright red blood.  She noticed the bleeding teeth marks after I
cussed when the water hit us, stinging me.

   "oh god...did i...?" she was still crying a little.

   "you gave as good as you got given to lastnight." I laughed.

   "sorry, I'm so sorry." She said sounding embarrassed but not crying
anymore.

   I grabbed the outside of her thigh and spread her legs a bit so the warm
water could soothe her tender girl-parts.  She gasped and then moaned.  The
water was making her feel less like she hd hd her ass and pussy lit on fire
several hours ago.

   "do you wanna stand up?" I asked when she wiggled in my arms.

   She asked me to set her in the floor and get her a fresh washcloth.  I
did so,then grabbing a wet washcloth to hold to my shoulder and terrycloth
robe and put it on leaving my bleeding shoulder exposed with the wet rag
against it.  I got my travel bag and first aid kit.  While I put gause and
tape on my shoulder I called room service and ordered a big breakfast of
eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes, apple and orange juice, coffee and black tea.
I got out one of my empty 3ounce squirt bottles and mixed A&D antibiotic
ointment with equal parts warm water.  I left the mixture on the bed and
went in to help Nes out of the shower.  I wrapped her in towels like before
and led her to the bed.  I explained the squirt bottle and hd her lay on
her back and spread her legs and lift her bum off the bed.  I put another
towel under her butt and let the warm mixture dribble over her inflamed
orifices.  Both her pussy and anus hd purple bruises in spots around the
openings.  She said it felt good but made he need to pee.  I heard her
wince and whimper when she peed.  Poor kid, I bet I stretched her peehole
and now it burns to urinate.  She squirted more of the bottle I mixed onto
her crotch while she was on the toilet.  While she was in the bathroom,
room service came and I set the table.  She came out of the bathroom and I
gave her my robe to put on while I donned shorts.  She sat in one of the
chairs but bolted upright onto her feet and said,

   "I can t believe it hurts this bad to sit."

   I went into my bags and pulled out the neck pillow I used to sleep on
the plane.i put it on the chair and it allowed all the pressure to be
divided between her thighs and asscheeks instead of on her cunny and
bruised anus.  We ate in almost complete silence, scarfing the food so fast
anyone watching would think it was our first meal in days.

   "did.  You.  Rape me.  Lastnight?" she asked not looking at me.

   "yes.  Do you know what that means?" I didn't wait for her to answer,
saying,

   "it means all the nasty, dirty stuff that you liked so much, you hd no
control over doing.  It means I am a cool enough guy that you will always
be able to deny and take no responsibility for doing any of the things that
made you cum bucket-loads.  No one will ever know your secret, that you
loved every orgasm that lead to you body being beaten and bruised
afterword. That you have a major sex-demon living in your soul.  Ill never
tell if you never tell."

   "I didn't think about it like that." She said.

   "when you are healed down there, you can thank me for being so cool." I
smiled.

   We finished the food and I told her I wanted her to stay with me for the
next few days.  She didn't say she needed to go home or tell anyone where
she was.  She mentioned washing her clothes and I told her she could stay
here in bed and watch tv or play on my computer while I took the clothes we
bought and picked her out other outfits the same size, if I could take her
clothes with me to ensure what I bought would fit.  She agreed, added her
shoe size to my information and said she felt like she could sleep the rest
of the day.  I said I hd a little sleeping pill that would help her relax.
She took the pill and was drowsing in bed when I was dressed.  She beckoned
me over to her with a finger wiggle and I went to her side.  She leaned in
and kissed me, opening her mouth and rolling her tongue against mine.  Then
told me to hurry back.  I went to a clothing booth a few blocks away.  They
are everywhere in angeles city.  I bought her 2 open back dresses, 2 pairs
of Lycra shorts, one pair of Capri pants, 3 tops, a half jacket, 2 pairs of
panties, 2 pairs of thong underwear, 6 sets of ankle socks one pair low-top
tennis shoes, one pair 3 inch heel pumps and new flip-flops.  I finished by
getting her some lipstick, eye-liner and shadow, baby powder and assorted
hair clips, hair ties and headbands.  Their was some costume jewelry rings,
necklaces and bracelets I bought as well.  She would hv felt indebted to me
if I told her I spent a whopping $55 so I tossed the receipt and lied to
her, saying it all cost less than $30.  I accepted her offer of a full body
massage to offset my spending even the $30, under the condition that she
had to rub me down with oil and with her being naked.

   She told me the cleaning lady had come by and asked if we wanted the
room cleaned.  She said she was so embarrassed by the state of the room
that she asked the cleaning crew to come back later.  I agreed.  I wouldn't
want to be here when the cleaners had to change the blood and crust covered
bedding.  I told her we would take a ride out to the coast and walk on the
beach for the day and I would leave a large tip in the cleaning request
tray so it would lighten the burden the cleaning crew would face when they
had to work.  I didnt envy the task that it would take to scrub the ring
out of the tub, bleaching the bed stuffs or cleaning the water spots on the
tile from the splash zone around the tub and shower.  Let alone the brown
tinged stain on the edge of the bed that had seeped into the mattress
some-what and the splattering of brown flecks from Nes' deepthroat gag and
puke session.  I had wiped up after the incident but I could see where the
bright light of day revealed where I missed some.  After leaving a $20 tip
I picked out one of the open backed dresses that I bought.  It was royal
blue with a deep plunging neckline that ended between Nes' perky almost
a-cup breasts.  The low top tennis shoes and socks were white with black
laces.  She put on a over sized faux diamond ring from the costume jewelry
and grabbed her sunglasses.  I went into the bathroom and snorted the rest
of the oxy I had left on the travel mirror then I rearranged my backpack
with some essentials and off we went.



   I told Nes to go outside and get us a taxi instead of a tuk-tuk and
arrange for the ride to the beach, then stopped at the desk to tell the
girls there that I needed the room cleaned.  I also told the girls to pass
my apologies to the cleaning crew, I lied and said I had spilled some soda
on the bed.  I asked the receptionists to tell the cleaners to check out
the cleaning instruction tray, that I had left something there for them.  I
hoped the receptionist didn't run up to the room and steal the tip I had
left, but in the end I would check with the cleaners and make sure they got
something extra either way.

   Walking outside the hotel I saw Nes in the sunlight.  I removed my
glasses and stared at her for a moment.  She had a slight bend at the waist
and was leaning her forearms against the open backdoor of the taxi.  Her
round bubble but seemed bigger than it had the night before.  The dress
left the outside curve of her slim shoulders exposed and she reminded me of
a painting I had seen in an art gallery of a girl at play in New Yorks
central park.  The white socks accentuated how dainty her ankles were . 
sleek calf muscles tapered to her almost emaciated knees, and coltish
thighs were toned, seeming to beg to be pushed apart and touched.  i had
known for a long time that I preferred young girls to twenty-something
women.  For the record, Nes was the youngest girl I had been with since I
turned 18.  There is something wrong with the wiring in my wonky brain. 
She was stunning, my dick moved in my shorts at the thought of rather or
not she had put on any panties.  I didn't remember her grabbing any when
she put on the dress.



   The car was air conditioned and I was thankful for that.  It was a hot
morning in the islands and was only going to get hotter.  My head swam from
the oxy pumping into my blood.  In the car I rode with her next to me with
her hand on my knee.  I inclined away from her just to gauge her reaction.
She didn't follow me over or lean against me but she put her other hand on
my knee as well.  To keep myself from checking rather or not she had any
undies on, which would be tantamount to fucking her in the backseat while
the driver watched, I checked my phone.  I had13 text messages.  Before
answering them I dug in my bag and handed Nes 15 games and a PSP.  If you
don't know what a PSP is, than crawl out from under your rock and travel.
Once you are traveling you will see how fun a handheld gaming console is. I
told her I needed to handle some business from my phone.  She was intrigued
by the games and in no time was killing zombies and flying a space fighter
through enemy territory.  I had2watch her face when she concentrated on
button mashing and when she was down to her last life, struggling to kill
or be killed.  The way her brow would scrunch up, her small, classic shaped
mouth pressed into a thin line or her light-up-the-world toothy grin at her
progress in the games highlighted just how young she was.  God, had she
really taken me all the way in orally, anally and vaginally?  Looking at
her it was hard to imagine, I was getting harder imagining it, reliving
last night in all its wet, sticky glory.

   Most of the texts were about my business back home .  a few were the
regular FWB harem girls looking to see me when I had time.  The personal
txts I answered with a stunning pic of me a few days ago while on the
archipelago ,white water rafting with the ocean and sun in the background
and the caption of "busy, ttyl." The business texts I read for intent than
either suggested solutions or advised that I would call back so we could
discuss the issue at length.  The ride to the ocean took almost an hour. 
Every time I completed a text my mind would spring back to Nes'
pantie-or-not covered privates.  The thought of her naked under the blue
dress was pervasive, even making it into one of my texts.  A business
partner and close friend asked about a shipment going to New York and how
my trip was going.  I resent him the tracking numbers for the shipment and
told him I was, while writing this text, in intimate contact with a
bombshell babe who may or may not be wearing anything under the dress I
bought her after ripping her clothes off the night before.  Even though I
hadn't ripped any of her clothes I was looking for a way to let him know in
as few words as possible that I had had my way with her already.

   This might be a good segway into the things I do for a living and how I
spend my leisure time when not on vacation in south-east asia.  My friends
call me Jordo.  Because my name is Jordan and im involved in lots of things
that end in -do.  Like jeet-kun-do and kendo.  Also , and this is my
favorite, because I make plenty of dough...ie, money.  I study with an
ex-military former commando who has his own style of martial science named
O-do.  O-do combat systems range from all kinds of useful hand-to-hand
fighting to explosives and heavy weapons, some parkour and even foreign
language .  I studied O-do for 2 years straight for 8 hours a day, like it
was my job.  I hv fought in competitions and I do well for myself and
represent O-do so it is respected after the competition even if no one hd
heard of it before.  As for making a living, there is no easy way to say
this, so, ill just come out and say I am a career criminal.  I don't hv a
way to make a million dollars but I hv a million ways to make a dollar.  I
own my own house, its not big but there is room for me to hv a family.  I
own some property, but its rugged land not landscaped real estate.  I own
my own cars and hv more than a few bank accounts.  I am not rich, but I
don't live hand-to-mouth either.  Ill end this bit of self-examination on
this note, I don't scare easy and I always try and error on the side of
boldness.

   The first thing I do when we get to the beach is find a nice spot to
swim.  Nes doesn't hv a swim suite, so, I take her farther up and into a
secluded cove where I drop my bag, dig out a towel and strip off my
clothes. Nes' mouth gapes open and she hugs herself to me.  She didn't get
a good look at my body when we had sex, so she walks around me and grazes
her fingers over my 6 pack and arms.  She gets to my muscled buttocks and
gasps.  She sees the bakers dozen fingernail wounds that she made when I
was fucking her throat.  She gets down, her bony knees in grainy sand, her
lips press to and linger long in a few kisses on my now clenching, dimpled
asscheeks.  Then her tongue flashes out and licks at the end of her series
of kisses on the scabs.  I turn expecting some head, but she peels off her
dress, opposite hand on each hip.  the dress inverts as she pulls it off
and tosses it onto the stack of out stuff.  Sure enough, she didn't hv a
stitch on underneath.  Instant boner.  Off she goes into the surf. 
Twitching, wiggling pert bottom disappearing in waves.  I follow and dive
into the water.  Yes I am aware I am in waters that boast a high percentage
of the worlds shark attacks and I do hv an open wound on my shoulder.  The
ocean is warm here but the water is clear enough for my tastes.  We swim
and frolic in the waves.  We embrace and her legs wrap around my waist on
instinct.  She feel so right in my arms.  I start getting a little pissed.
How dare society tell me it is wrong to want this girl because of her age.
If someone found their better half, how fucked up is it to make both of
these people wait until they are older to hv a relationship.  No one knows
how many days they hv to live and robbing someone of years of being with
the one they love just for the sake of age is a crime against all of
humanity.  It is fucked to think it is wrong for me to express my feeling
for Nes based on singular fact of chronological age.  Feelings don't happen
in a vacuum, they happen under the circumstances in which we live, not
insulated all by themselves.  If I waited for Nes to be of age, I would be
sacrificing years of connectedness and bliss for what...a goddamn statute!
I would rather live now and maybe suffer the consequences later if it means
I get to make her smile and grow in maturity.

   After about an hour of swimming I am starting to turn into a prune.  I
make it back to shore and she follows behind me.  I lay on the towel and
she sits on it facing me.  I grab the sunblock out of my bag and squirt
some into my hands.  I rub it onto her cute nose, dimpled cheeks and
slender neck.  I work some into her slim shoulders down her thin arms and
onto her smooth back.  Her skin is unblemished and makes me want to apply
it to her with my cock and balls.  I work more sunscreen into her chest
admiring her detailed collarbones.  I spend more time than necessary on her
lime sized tits.  They are firm under my touch and her pea sized nipples
are quick to harden between my fingers as I roll and pinch them.  Down to
her defined belly I count her ribs and tickle them with light touches.  She
isnt all skin and bones but her toned midsection shows a life of activity
and motion.  When I touch her mons she shivers.  I didn't notice before but
she isn't as hairless as I thought on her tiny puffed outer lips.  A fine
dusting of see-through fuzz coats her pussy lips.  I lean into her crotch
and suck in cool air while I run my lips over hers without any pressure and
a light contact.  This makes goose-bumps pop on her pudendum.  Without
conscious thought she reaches down and rubs her hand over the goose-bumps
trying to get her hair follicles to unharden.  I soak up the sight of her
hand ministrations over her tight sealed cleft.  She eyes me with smirk,
noticing how I manipulated her into playing with herself and how I am
smiling a triumphant grin at the sight of her erotic-looking crotch
massage. She slaps my arm in a playful fashion.  I tell her I am going to
watch her masturbate till she drips more cunnyjuice later as I work over
her coltish legs with sun block.  Laying down I roll her over.  I save
massaging slow circles of cream into her little bottom for last.  I take my
time squeezing , pinching and admiring her pliable ass-flesh.  I hv always
been an avid fan of girls posteriors, and Nes has a great example of how a
great ass should look.  She snatches the bottle from me and motions for me
to stand so she can explore my body with her hands, a clever disguise using
the sun block as an excuse.  She seems to grip every inch of me with firm,
dainty hands, enjoying the look and feel of my muscles and skin when she
has me between her hands and my flesh wells up between her fingers.  She
saves my cock for last.  Its semi-hard when she says,

   "we don't need you getting burn down here now do we?  I don't think
your, um, cock, would like that?"

   "say cock again." I tell her.

   "cock, cock, cocky-cocky cockety." She says and we laugh.

   She used just her index finger to spread the lotion on my hardening man
meat.  She cups my balls and spends extra time fondling their weight and
texture.  We lay in the sun for some time, not doing anything sexual.  We
are simple in our nakedness, being together and accepting the moment to
moment perfection of our time under the sun.  we dress, her first, then
walk away from the beach toward a row of vendors farther down the coast.  I
saw some sea kayaks for rent and a plan exploded in my brain.  I checked my
backpack, I had most of the necessary stuffs.  I made a few discrete
purchases for anything I thought would come in handy as well.  So I set out
on a devious mission to get Nes and I stranded on a deserted island,one of
many in the archipelago.  After a little fact gathering I was loading Nes
into a 28ft long marine boat and explaining how romantic it will be to hv
lunch on one of the islands a few miles off the coast.  I tricked her with
a description of a secluded place where the world could disappear and just
the 2 of us could exist and pretend that we were the only2people left on
the planet.  Little did she know how true that was going to become.

   I'm gonna skip the clear blue water and the sighting of hammerhead
sharks description.  Also the obligatory island sighting with lush forest
and singing birds description will be skipped.  Needless to say , we found
an island that was deserted and about a mile in diameter.  Nes got
suspicious when I waved by to the boat captain and he left us there, she
did not hear he was coming back in the morning.

   "look at this jungle." I said strapping my pack on tight.

   I ran ahead and when I got to the tree line I yelled for Nes to follow.
For a few seconds I parkoured into the undergrowth.  I was up on a tree
limb 8 feet in the air before I knew it.  I took a moment to snort another
90milligrams of oxy.The jungle wasn't all that interesting.  Some useful
plants and ground rodents but no waterfalls or ruins.  I used some downed
trees and overhanging vines and branches to practice a little of the
parkour I study as part of O-do on my way back to Nes .  Back on the beach
I started using my knife and a rock to cut lengths of bamboo to make into a
lean-to and bed rack.  I had Nes gather, what looked like banana tree
leaves for padding on the rack and roofing.  I stripped vines for cordage,
using y-shaped cut branches so the bed rack was off the ground.  The
lean-to was easy to make using the cordage and some long pieces of cut
bamboo.  We hv dried fish and fruit for lunch that I had bought in town.  I
still had sandwiches, but I was gonna try n trap some game and cook it over
a fire and save the sandwiches for the morning.  I set some figure-4 traps
on small game trails using big logs or anything heavy for a dead-fall.  I
baited the traps with sunflower seeds that I had in the trailmix I always
seem to hv in my bag.  For water I had a camelpak with more than a gallon
and 2 liters extra in bottles.

   Nes seemed really impressed when I started a fire with my flint and
knife to watch the sunset so we wouldn't get cold.  I was impressed that
she was quiet most of the time.  She asked me things whenever I asked her
to help with the shelter or I would lead the conversation, but she didn't
ask the standard get-to-know-you stuff.  I checked my traps and had got a
few hits.  I showed Nes how to skin and gut the little ground squirrel like
rodents I had caught.  I skewered them on green wood and cooked them a
golden brown.  I had a few packets of soy sauce, it helped a lot.  The
chewy bones weren't gourmet but it was a full meal I had made.  Nes was
reluctant at first.  Sniffing the outside and
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and impaled.  I'm sure she could sympathize with the burning impalement.

   After it got dark we played with the flashights and it was all fun and
games until the storm hit.  the storm came from the other side of the
island and landed hard.  It being night we didn't see the clouds roll in
but when we heard thunder it was right above us.  Soon we were huddled
under the emergency blanket I had feeling very thankful for the lean-to. 
It wasn't bad, it was cold thought.  At times we could see our breath.  I
had stored the firewood Nes had gathered off the ground and covered it as
well so as soon as it wasn't pouring rain I could get another fire going.
It was gonna be a long cold night, or so I thought until Nes started
squirming her body against mine.  I felt extra warmth from my cock as it
uncurled and hardened , trapped between her lovable little ass and my
stomach.  She was sitting with her back up against me and we were both
looking out at the lightning walk the storm across the ocean, huddled under
the lean-to and on top of the raised bamboo platform w/banana leaf bedding.
When she felt my erection,

   "is that for me?" she said, reaching behind her and patting my hard-on.

   She had this innocent sexuality that brought out the rapist in me.  No
sooner had she said that when I thought that I should tell her that I had a
hidden raft and I was gonna leave her here unless the fucked me like her
life depended on it.  I must hv a some kinda sick twisted mind.

   "you have no idea.  I wanna do all the things we did lastnight, and more
and over and over again until you pass out from vaginal fatigue syndrome."
I said straight-faced.

   "I want that." She stunned me.

   "what?" I can't always be smooth.

   "not tonight, I'm way, way to sore, but...I was wondering?" she said. 
"I felt it when u came in me, in my mouth, harder in my, behind, but it
felt good there and in my...uh..."

   "pussy?" I smiled

   "my pussy." She laughed.  "I wanna see what that looks like, can I see
you, um, cum?"

   All this talk had my dick ready for action.  My tool was so hard I was
uncomfortable.  It had been a longtime since a girl could just dry-hump me
a bit and talk dirty and have me at full mast.  Her body and youth were
arousing me to levels I didn't know existed.

   I undid my shorts, after standing.  I took off everything and was left
wearing a skull pendant chain around my neck and 5-finger shoes.  I huddled
under the metallic blanket and pulled her close.  Rubbing myself against
her clothed body.  She smelled like the beach, fire and the intoxicating
aroma of little girl.  She started the action by looking into my eyes as
her delicate fingered hand slid down my chest, over my muscled stomach and
onto my waiting erection.  Gripping the head in her fist she rotated her
wrist, not stroking but squeezing and rolling me.  I pulled her head to my
shoulder and felt her hot breath cascade down my body and blow against my
cock.  She was staring at her hand almost enveloping my flesh-drill.  Slim
fingers not able to complete a encasing grip.  I let her rub up and down a
few strokes, feeling a comforting warm twitch in my hips.  I reached down
and grasped her hand, increasing her pressure and making her jack my
foreskin over and down my red mushroom headed dick.  When she couldn't keep
up the grip strength, complaining she wasn't that strong, and started to
stroke-rub again, I gathered my saliva and dripped a frothy white glob of
spit onto my cockhead.  She looked up at me, raising her head off my
shoulder.  I kissed her sweet small and soft lips with my open mouth but
not using my tongue.  She spread my spit over my crown and ridge, then down
the shaft as I groaned, cock swelling and jerking in pleasure.  I pushed
her head back to my chest, shivering a bit when her breath cooled the
moisture on me.



   I wasn't getting close.  Handjobs just are not my thing.  So I beckoned
her to go faster then I watched in rapt attention as she took my advice,

   "spit on it."

   and spit on my stiffy.  Her first attempt missed me by a mile and landed
on her chest.  We shared a giggle, she told me not to laugh at her, I
laughed harder.  Feeling feisty from the insult of me laughing at her she
squeezed with all her might and I grunted.

   "again.  Squeeze like that and jerk me." I breathed.

   She kept her tightest grip and pumped, her brow and upper lip broke out
in a sweat.  That started to do it for me.  I felt the tightness in my
groin, heavy in my sac and warmth rushing up my shaft.  Concentrating on
her knit, sweat coated brow and intense look of determination I could feel
her arm muscles shaking with effort.  A single drop of sweat sparkled in
the reflection of a flash of lightning.  It dripped from her upper lip,
splashed onto where her hand almost covered my shaft and I was close to
orgasm.

   "almost there Nes." I moaned.

   "my arms on fire." She complained.  Her discomfort and persistence
exciting me.  This thirteen year old was going to work herself sore from
head to toe trying to get me off.

   "don't stop, let me help." I offered and closed my hand around hers,
jacking faster.  She gritted her teeth and gasped when I bore down almost
crushing her fingers and hand in my grip.  I started to cum.  I held on as
tight as I could through the first pulse of bliss.

   "Ugh." I grunted.

   "oowee." She gasped.

   "ugh, watch.  Here it comes." I kept my deathgrip on her hand and
smashed closed my cumport as another massive wave of spunk tried to escape
and was trapped by my clamp.  I was in pain, sweet, orgasmic torture.  I
let loose when the third blast of cum erupted up and out with built up
pressure.  The massive load all the holding back created was loosed when I
let go of her hand.  A gigantic shot of manmilk exploded out of my piss
slit and assaulted her face.  It hit just off to the left of her mouth,
slapping into her childish face hard enough to rock her head back like a
boxers jab.  I was surprised when she didn't pull away, but lowered her
head on my chest and opened her mouth taking the next two loads of spunk
into her mouth.

   "yes, yeees." I yelled.

   After my eyes uncrossed and I stopped pulsing and spasming in her hand,
she looked up at me.  Cum in her tiny, open, teen mouth , leaking out of
her pouting bottom lip, plastered across her blushing face, a small rope
stretched from the bottom to the top of her left eyelashes.  She had my
total attention when she used her slender middle finger on her right hand
to collect the white goo from her cheek and eye, then swallowed what she
had in her mouth and licked her finger clean.  I swallowed hard in
amazement and she shuttered at the taste after sucking in her finger.

   I started to breath again and took a second to catch my breath.  Then I
noticed, she had her left hand cupping her crotch, between her legs.  I
slid my hand over hers, she put her head back on my shoulder, pulled my
middle finger between hers and rubbed it on her slit.  This young teen was
wet, she had a slime trail down her perineum and running into the seductive
crack of her ass.  When I took over rubbing her, she gritted her teeth and
gasped in a gulp of air.

   "ugh, I'm still so sore...but now I'm horny too?" she pouted, pulling my
hand away.  It was too cute, and very sexy.

   "Do you remember how I put your legs on my shoulders?" I asked

   "and I was able to control how and where you touched me with your
tongue." She read my mind.

   She expressed genuine surprise in her big, dark almond shaped eyes and
toothy wide grin.  She told me she had heard that guys were kind the first
time in order to get sex but then wouldn't do any of the kind things again
after they got what they wanted.  I let her know that her new pubescent,
hairless pudendum was so pretty, small and perfect that I would lick her
every day if I could, and twice on Sunday.  That made her giggle and cover
her mouth w/her hand.  Her laugh so full of life and wonder.

   To help keep warm she kept her dress on.  Placing a opposite hand on
each hip she shimmied and pulled up the dress, stopping under her swells of
her little breasts.  I laid down between her legs.  After she put her
thighs on my shoulders and rotated her hips once, scissoring her dainty
pussy at me, I got to licking.  The bruises around her tight honeyhole and
perineum had already changed from a dark purple to a green and yellow
color. The wondrous healing qualities of youth..  I flicked my tongue in
long lazy strokes and she wiggled in a seductive dance putting most of my
efforts to her clit-cowl.  After a brief tease she used her hands to pull
her hood back so I was licking her clit.  It took her less than 2 minutes
to reach her climax.  She didn't cry out or call out to god this time.  She
came bucking her hips and clenching her sweet round ass.  She kept her eyes
open, looking into my eyes with droopy eyelids, her eyeballs fluttered and
rolled to white for a few seconds.  The silent shake took her.  I love the
way girls climax, the strong ones where it seems that they are being
electrocuted or the relaxing ones where they breathe shallow and loll their
head.  When she stopped bucking I used my tongue to scoop up the nectar
that dripped out of her glistening, still clamped shut, vag.  There is no
real way to describe the awesome taste of littlegirl-cum.  I can only say
that if you get the chance to find out for yourself, don't miss the
opportunity to get a sample of gods greatest taste creation.  I'm not
kidding.  This is not the drugs talking!



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