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 Wedding Night (M/g, virgin, drugged)

   It was one of those big weddings where you barely know anyone.  The
groom was a second cousin and I probably was invited just to balance the
numbers between the bride's family and his.  But the reception had an open
bar, so what the hell, right?

   Since I was pretty much unknown and wouldn't be seeing (or remembering)
most of the other guests ever again, I brought a small vial of what I call
"boyfriend's helper", better known in legal circles as a date rape drug.  I
never knew who I might get a tumble with - and I've had them all from the
mid-50's to early teens.

   As the evening and the drink count wore on, I found myself getting
interested in someone a little below my usual wide age range.  There was a
little girl I figured to be about nine, named Lori.  It turned out that she
was eleven - just small for her age and not developing yet as far as I
could tell.  The dress she was wearing - one of those cute little girl
dresses; white satin with a big bow in the back - didn't do much to make
her look her age.

   She had long curly brown hair that she was constantly brushing back from
her eyes since it was too thick for a hair band to contain.  Her hair and
dark brown eyes were offset by a pale complexion.  She paid no attention to
me (all the better for later) and seemed more interested in one of her
older cousins (about fifteen or sixteen years old) who was flirting with
another boy about her age.

   The teen couple slipped out of the ballroom and went to an indoor garden
area that wasn't in use that night.  They were unnoticed except by Lori and
me.  She snuck out after them and I followed after my own prey.

   I waited about two minutes after Lori went through the garden room door
before I followed.  In the hall outside the door was s service cart piled
with linen tablecloths and napkins.  Before entering the garden, I grabbed
a table cloth and a few of the large napkins for my work ahead.

   The lights were off in the garden, but the glass walls and ceiling
allowed enough moonlight in to make out my surroundings.  I found Lori on a
bench, peeking through some bushes at her cousin and her boyfriend of the
evening.  I couldn't get too close without risking being seen by Lori, but
I could hear the sounds of sloppy kissing, heavy breathing, and the rustle
of clothes that meant some heavy petting.

   Lori had brought a glass of coke that she sipped from when it wasn't
sitting on the bench next to her.  I emptied around half of the vial into
it - I wanted her a little loopy, but not unconscious.  After more sips (it
wouldn't take much of the drug to affect her, given her tiny body), she
began rubbing herself through the material of her dress as she watched the
action.  Pretty soon, her breathing quickened as she became aroused.

   After what seemed like hours (probably only fifteen minutes), I heard
the teenaged girl whisper, "Wait!  What time is it?  Shit!  My parents are
leaving in five minutes, I gotta go - now.  Sorry, Stevie."

   Lori's hand movement stopped as both of us heard the sounds of clothes
being adjusted as the teens hurriedly left the garden.  Poor Stevie - he'd
be going home with blue balls tonight.  But not me.

   Lori slowly drank the rest of her coke.  She was swaying slightly on the
bench as she began to tentatively rub herself through her dress again.  Her
movements were tentative; starting and stopping as she considered the new,
unfamiliar sensations she was able to create.

   I had enough experience to know she was ready (whether she wanted to be
or not), so I unfolded the tablecloth on the ground.  No longer trying to
be quiet, I walked directly up to her, plucked her off the bench, and
carried her back to the tablecloth.

   "Muh?" she asked groggily as her eyes tried to focus on me.

   "Yes, muh.  Muh, indeed.  Whatever the hell that means," I replied to my
little prize as I laid her on the cloth.

   To curtail any further "muh" discussions, I stuffed a napkin in her
mouth before undoing the set of buttons below the neckline of her dress. 
When the last button was finished, I was able to pull apart the top and
push it from her shoulders.  I got it halfway down her arms and stopped -
her arms were effectively secured.  I though it was mighty thoughtful of
the designer to make the dress that way.

   As she had no need of a training bra yet, there was no next layer of
clothing to contend with.  I paused to admire the two tiny dots of pink set
against the creamy skin of her flat chest.  I traced the soft skin around
them and could feel the smallest trace of a thin layer of fat barely
beginning to form.  Ah, so there was a little development after all!  Her
little body's first attempt at puberty - still had a long way to go.  But
I'm glad I was there at the beginning.

   I lowered my mouth to one nipple and began to suck and nibble, bringing
the little piece of flesh to an erect state.  I repeated for the other one,
and then moved my mouth back and forth from one to another, licking her
soft skin and pulling on the soft flesh with my lips.  She wiggled slightly
and made some sounds in her throat, but that was all she could manage.

   I eventually tore myself away from her tiny titlets and raised the hem
of her dress.  Her white stockings ended just below the knees, which left
me only her pretty little panties - white with a little pink bow at the top
of the front - to deal with.  I grasped the elastic waistband and easily
pulled the off - easy since she didn't have much in the way of hips to make
it more challenging.

   Her little sex lay bare, exposed and unprotected.  Completely hairless,
with a delicate crease in the mound, her pussy fairly demanded to be eaten.
Willing to oblige, I spread her legs as widely as possible and dove
face-first, licking and lightly chewing the tiny mound.  Her earlier
rubbing had made her wet, and I loved the taste as I explored the outer
part of her channel.  Her hymen guarded the rest from my probing tongue.

   I lifted her up by her little ass with one hand and slid several linen
napkins underneath to catch the fluids that would soon be leaking out of
her.  That done, I slid my free hand under her other ass cheek and allowed
a minute to caress her whole ass.  Each cheek was wonderfully round and
springy beneath my squeezing fingers.  I would have loved to have spread
them apart with my cock and speared her rear chute, but the drug wouldn't
last forever and I had another priority.

   I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and took out my cock.  Nothing
monstrous - seven inches long, normal width (or so I've been told) - but it
was big enough for anything I wanted to do and had never let me down.  I
rubbed some saliva down the shaft and pressed the head against Lori's
little slit.  Just the difference in size of our two sex organs was nearly
enough to make me come.  I rubbed the head up and down the slit to let her
juices lubricate it.

   Her moans changed pitch and I looked up to see a puzzled look on her
groggy features.  I jerked my hips and managed to get my cock head mostly
past the lips of her pussy before meeting the barrier of her hymen. 
Another harder thrust and I went forward an inch, feeling the membrane tear
loose.  Lori screamed into her napkin as I felt her torn virginity add more
liquid to my cock.  I kept thrusting forward, gaining a fraction of an inch
in depth each time, until I bottomed out at her cervix with most of my cock
inside.  I backed out almost to the entrance and thrust back to the cervix
again.

   I repeated this motion again and again as my new sex partner whipped her
head form side to side.  The only sounds were her muffled sobs and the wet
sounds of my cock sliding against her impossibly stretched pussy lips.  Her
sex channel was slick and tight, producing an incredible amount of heat
along my plunging cock.  I could feel the pressure building in my balls as
I continued, imagining this act like following a recipe.  Thrust deeply in
a repeated motion until achieving climax.  Judging by her reaction, she
didn't care much for my cooking.

   I kept it up until I began to come.  I stopped at one last thrust so I
could ejaculate as deeply inside her as I could.  Taking her cherry was
fine enough, but knowing I was introducing this child's body to the male
seed was equally arousing.  I pulled out and a rush of fluids spilled out
from her torn little snatch; a load of semen tinged pink by her lost
virginity.

   Using the remaining napkins, I wiped myself off and did the same to her,
sliding one napkin inside to sop up the leftovers inside.  Collecting all
the napkins, including the ones I had thoughtfully placed beneath her, I
folded them neatly and placed them in the inner pockets of my jacket.  I
folded her panties, the last fabric to touch her pussy while it had still
been virgin, and placed them in my coat as well.  I'd keep them and one
napkin for myself.  The rest of the stained napkins I'd sell to
discriminating buyers who would love to have a souvenir from a preteen's
deflowering.

   I rearranged her dress properly and plucked the last napkin from her
mouth so that she wouldn't be too freaked out when she regained her senses.
I returned to the party and made small talk while enjoying the open bar.  A
half hour later, I saw Lori come in, looking a little confused and walking
a bit awkwardly, but not in any distress.  I could see her occasionally pat
her waist and butt, wondering where the hell her panties had run off too.
I'm sure she was a little sore, but was too shy to ask anyone why this
could be.  She looked in my direction but did not recognize me.

   As satisfied as I was, I couldn't shake the memory of how her perfect
little ass felt in my hands.  I casually inquired as to Lori's full name
before I left, filing it away for a possible future visit.