She was nine when I moved in, a spidery little kid, all gawky 
and self-conscious as only a city kid can be. And she was bright 
and sweet and unaffected. She was
the landlord's daughter, and the fact that such a neat kid would 
be in my new apartment building was one reason I took the place. 


The trouble started three years later. 


"Hi. This is Angie." 


(As if I might not recognize her voice. Sure, she'd been less 
likely to spend time chatting with the old guy on the fourth 
floor in the last year -- especially the last few
months -- but that was okay. And her voice was immediately 
recognizable, nonetheless.) 


"I have to do this paper for school on volcanoes and I was 
wondering if it would be okay if I looked at some of the books 
you have." 


(She knew about the book collection, because she'd seen it.) 


"So, like, if it's no hassle, let me know when you get a chance, 
okay? The paper is due Monday. Thanks." 


(I was listening to the recording on my answering machine on 
Thursday night.) 


On my way out the next morning, I slid a note under the door of 
the owner's apartment saying Saturday, around noon, would be 
fine. My Main Squeeze was out of
the country on vacation and if Angie needed more time or help, 
Saturday would be no problem. 


I made a mental note to clean up the place when I got home from 
work Friday night -- I like to sleep in on Saturdays -- so it 
would be presentable when Angie
came up to raid the books. I had several books on volcanology -- 
it fascinated me when I was in my twenties -- as well as the 
encyclopedia (Britannica). 


In truth, I was delighted that I had stuff that could help a 
good, bright kid get a solid grade. Really. That was it. I mean 
-- sure, the baby fat was melting away and a
very pretty girl was emerging, but she was still very much A 
Kid, so nothing else occurred to me. 


This is, I was later to learn, a sign of encroaching senility. 


Saturday afternoon, 12:10 p.m., there's a knock at the door. I'm 
mostly awake. I've had two cups of The Elixir of Life (a.k.a., 
"coffee") and a bowl-and-a-half of
Borkum Riff. This is as awake as I should ever *have* to be at 
ten after noon on a Saturday. 


Angie. Telling me how much she appreciates my help and many 
promises not be a problem and cute as can be in her HUGE 
oversized sweatshirt and spray-on
Gitanos. I note -- not being dead -- that she has a very cute 
and sexy and well-formed butt inside that denim and tell myself 
that somewhere out there in Brooklyn,
Queens or the rest of the Tri-State Metropolitan Area, there is 
an incredibly lucky 12- or 13-year-old boy who doesn't know that 
this butt has his name on it -- or
will. 


I simply smiled and told her of my genuine pleasure at her use 
of the books and pointed to the living room, which is where the 
Library Wall lives and lived. For
myself, I planned to finish that second pipe- bowl and drink 
more coffee. Lot's of More Coffee. (This is a prescribed 
response to going out for "a couple" of beers
with journalist-friends on Friday night.) I suggested she open 
the windows wide, if she liked, since it was a typical Weird 
April and the temperature was already near
75 degrees, and the smell of the pipe might bother her. 


"Oh, I really like the way it smells!" 


Which is one of the reasons I like kids. They think pipes are 
neat, usually. They are fascinated by the little rituals of the 
pipe -- the packing with rich, savory tobacco,
the careful double-lighting, the tamping of the tobacco. 


Angie started with the Brit-3 (logical) and soon had four 
volumes scattered on the floor. I went on-line and picked up 
some E-Mail packets. While I was
downloading, I refilled the More Coffee Cup. Came back in and 
started answering mail, then looked up to find her watching me. 
Great big hazel eyes and
sun-lightened hair falling in riotous curls around her rounded, 
pretty face. Very pretty face. Looking at Angie, it was easy to 
understand why the first Spaniards in the
New World had been smitten by the Aztec women (Angie's folks are 
from Ecuador and Puerto Rico). 


"What's up?" 


"The encyclopedia is great, but we're not supposed to just use 
one book or encyclopedia." 


"No problem." I stood and padded, barefoot, behind her into the 
living room. Barely 12, Angie was small even for that -- maybe 
4-foot-6 -- and not even the
luscious twitching of her butt in the Gitanos could dispel the 
awareness that she was a kid. A smart, pretty -- maybe even sexy 
-- kid. But a kid. I kept telling myself
that as I stood, towering behind her, in front of the stacks and 
pulled books for her. I had several on volcanology, tectonic 
plates and morphology. 


In the meantime, volumes of Brit-3 were scattered all over the 
living room floor, with a liberal leavening of pages from her 
notebook covered with semi-legible
scrawls. 


Naturally, though she was supposed to do the research and 
writing on the paper, it took a good -- oh, fifteen minutes 
before I was crawling around the living room
floor with her, finding and marking passages that would be 
useful and relevant. 


Crawling around on the floor is precisely when the trouble 
started. I was just riffling the pages of THE HOLE IN THE BOTTOM 
OF THE SEA (about Project
MoHo) for a useful explanatory section when I looked up and 
found myself confronted with her jean-clad butt. She was 
crouched over something else, reading, but
as she read she was moving that cute, round little ass in small 
circles. 


I was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of nine-year-old 
jeans and nothing else. Seeing her hard little ass, the way the 
denim of the jeans crept between her cheek
and the split of her cunt and -- oddly, most of all -- the 
little line of bare flesh just above her waist, where her shirt 
had crept up...well, it was instant, embarrassing
boner time. 


This was a KID, fer cryin' out loud! 


I cleared my throat and said, "Angie, please sit on the couch or 
something." 


"Huh?" 


"Waving your butt in front of my face is a bit awkward for me." 
(Yes, I really do talk that. Sue me.) 


Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me over her 
shoulders, hazel eyes bright with mischief and mirth. "What's 
the matter, Dave? Too hot for ya?"
She wiggled for effect. 


"That -- and too young. Stop it." 


She arched her back and swiveled her butt still more. "You mean 
this? Or what?" 


"Or I'll take a great big bite out of your ass." 


She giggled and flashed me a Dare You look and thrust her butt 
back at me. 


I reached out with both hands, grabbed her denim-clad hips, 
leaned forward and bit lightly on her right cheek. Very lightly, 
since the denim was tight and her ass
flesh was tighter, leaving no excess to grip. 


Angie squealed and shivered slightly, so I bit the other butt-
cheek. 


"Ooooh -- you'll never get me to stop that way!" 


I squeezed her hips and she shivered again. "Maybe the jeans are 
too tight," she said and I heard a click -- followed by a 
zzzzzip! The jeans loosened. Then they
began to slide down. 


"What the hell -- stop it, Angie!" 


"Uh-uh. I know what I'm doing and I know what I want." Jeans 
still sliding -- pink rayon was coming into view -- and her 
voice suddenly softer and huskier. 


"What do you want?" 


"What your girlfriends get that makes them moan and scream so 
loud that I can hear them down in my bedroom." 


Shit. I'd thought that with the window and drapes closed and the 
pillow as a muffler, the cries wouldn't be audible -- certainly 
not all the way down the airshaft to the
second floor bedroom of an over-sexed, barely pubescent pre-
teen. 


"And you think you're ready for this?" 


The jeans reached the back of her thighs. There was a growing 
wet spot in the tight crotch of the tight pink panties (which 
had a little yellow heart on one side). She
was certainly ready physically. 


"You bet my ass, I'm ready," she murmured. 


"Convince me." My hands trembled as I took them off her lithe, 
rounded little hips. 


"How?" 


I knelt up straight and she turned to sit on that cut butt, 
staring at me as she skinned the jeans the rest of the way off. 


"Go into my bedroom, take off your clothes, lay on the bed and 
masturbate." 


She frowned. 


"What -- " 


"I'll come in and watch you. If you're ready for this, then you 
sure as hell won't mind me seeing you rub yourself." 


She stood slowly, knees quivering. "Promise?" 


I nodded. She nodded back, then stepped around me, shapely young 
legs flashing inches from my eyes, and headed for my bedroom. 


I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating what I was 
getting into. Something too young, yet obviously mature enough 
to know what she wanted. My cock,
however, was contemplating only one thing and it won the debate. 


Slowly, I stood and went into the bedroom. She lay atop the 
covers, naked, eyes closed, one hand moving between her rounded 
thighs, the other toying with the
small mounds of her breasts and the stiff little spikes of her 
nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of her 
juices was rich in the room. 


She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You promised..." 


I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I stretched 
out next to her on the bed. "Have you done this before?" 


"With a boy? No." 


"It'll hurt, the first time." 


"No it won't. I had an accident on a bike a long time ago." Her 
eyes unfocused and she moaned. Her hand was moving faster 
between her legs. "Pleease, don't
make me wait..." 


I leaned down and kissed her soft, sweet lips. She may not have 
fucked before, but she sure as hell had done some practicing 
kissing. Her lips were demanding and
her tongue was expert and she savored the kiss as much as I did. 
When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the line of her 
jaw, then her ears and finally started
working down over her soft throat and chest. 


Her hand went to the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her 
little tits. They were unbelievably sweet and vulnerable, so 
small and fresh. Her skin was smooth
and very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when she felt me 
take on into her mouth, gently sucking and then tonguing, she 
gasped and pulled my face down
fiercely onto her young boob. 


At the same time, I moved one hand down over her belly, 
caressing her abdomen and hips and thighs. She was short enough 
that I could easily reach all the way
down her constantly moving legs to her taut calves. When my 
fingertips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh, she 
gasped and hunched down at my hand. I
evaded. 


"C'mon, c'mon, touch me..." she moaned. "Make me get over!" 


My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand. She had 
both hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair as my lips 
descended first on one hip, then the
other. I trailed my tongue down to the unlined crease of her 
thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. The fragrance was 
incredible -- clean and rich and sweet. 


She opened her thighs wider and tried to trap my head between 
them. I used both hands to hold them apart as I repositioned 
myself between her legs, belly down
and ready for lunch. 


There wasn't a hair on her mound and the tiny slit, though 
glistening, was pink and swollen. Her clitoris, fully engorged, 
protruded cleanly above the petite labia. 


I blew softly across the tightly pressed lips and she gasped 
loudly and tried to drag my mouth onto her. I let her win that 
one -- gradually. I licked the tip of my
tongue around and around the compressed lips of her fledgling 
cunt and only slowly drew the spirals in. 


When I pressed my tongue flat against her cunt and licked slowly 
up, she began to hump at me and grunt rhythmically. When the tip 
of my tongue caught the
underside of her swollen clit, she began to moan -- loudly. And 
when I finally flicked over her tiny trigger. She whined and 
came. And she came hard, grinding her
cunt down on my mouth so I could feel her pulsing. 


I worked my hands under butt and grabbed -- and covered -- one 
perfect cheek with each hand. I held her up to my mouth and let 
my tongue go nuts on her. She
came again and then again, her whines getting louder and more 
prolonged and sometimes almost intelligible words. I ate her for 
as long as I could stand it. 


There was one more step to get her completely caught up in her 
own lusts, though. I withdrew my hands from under her clenching 
little ass and placed one finger at
the entrance of her cunt. Slowly, carefully, I pried open her 
lips and found the tiny opening. She was unbelievably wet, but 
also unbelievably tight. And hot. 


As I kept licking at her, I rotated my hand and eased my finger 
inside her, palm up. Her cunt clenched on my finger and she 
emitted a soft scream of pleasure as she
rammed her hips down onto the digit. She immediately started a 
fucking motion, pausing ever few seconds to cum again -- holding 
her self all the way down and
contracting her cunt violently on my finger. 


I moved the fingertip inside her and put my other hand on her 
abdomen, just above her bare little pubis. I pushed down with 
the hand and felt the swollen, pulsing
bundle of nerves on the upper part of her vagina with the 
inserted finger -- and began massaging. 


"OH SHIT!" she screamed and then she really began cumming. 
Uncontrollable spasms of pleasure wracked her small body. Her 
scream was suddenly muffled --
she had grabbed a pillow for the purpose -- but intensified in 
strength and tone as I continued to massage her G-spot and lick 
her swollen clitoris. Her belly muscles
rippled and her cunt spasmed wildly, milking the finger, as she 
came. 


I kept it up for a few more minutes and she never so much as 
paused in her orgasms. When I finally withdrew the finger and 
stopped the oral ministrations, she lay
tensed and still cumming on the bed. After a few seconds, she 
calmed to an occasional shudder of pleasure and limply pushed 
the pillow off her face. Her eyes were
wet and her cheeks were damp. There was a small spot of blood on 
her lower lip where she had bitten it. 


She managed to focus her open, crazed eyes on me as I knelt 
between her legs. Her lips moved, but no words came out at 
first. She swallowed loudly and finally
whispered, "I never imagined I could get over like that! I feel 
like it's still happening!" She sounded amazed. "How did you 
learn to *do* that?" 


"Extensive research and all the practice I could get. Ready for 
part two?" 


I shuffled forward on my knees between her shaking thighs, old 
Mr. Pecker leading the way. 


"I don't want to get pregnant..." she whispered. 


"Vasectomy." 


"But I don't want to, you know, catch anything." 


"Tested and cleared for all diseases. Relax, Angie; do you 
really think I'd take a chance with either?" 


She shook her head slightly. "No, it's just last-minute 
jitters." 


I reached down to slide one finger over her tiny pussy and she 
shook again. 


"Get in me, please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs opening 
and raising toward me. 


I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable little 
slit and was suddenly beset with doubts. She was so small! Even 
my average- size cock looked too big
for her labia, let alone the tiny opening I knew was inside. 


But as soon as the knob was against her, she began swiveling 
those narrow hips, with their meager traces of lingering baby-
fat, trying to screw her cunt onto my
dick. Her legs went around my waist and she started humping 
herself up at me. 


I worked my glans into the grip of her tiny pussy lips, the put 
my hand under tautly upturned little ass. I pressed into her 
gently, rotating my hips to find the angle and
the opening. 


Suddenly, she groaned out an "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" and pulled at me 
fiercely. I took this as a hint and pressed harder and felt an 
unreal constriction begin at the head
of my cock. Bit by tortuous bit, I was sliding into her, the 
tiny pussy hard and tight around me. The knob suddenly was all 
the way into the miniature opening and we
both groaned. 


She looked up at me and asked, "Is it all the way in?" Then she 
looked down and saw there was plenty more. "Oh, damn, more-more-
more..." She began bucking
her hips up at me while her hands came up around my neck. She 
was trying to pull me into her and pull her onto me. I did my 
best to help. 


Slowly, so very damned slowly, I sank into her a little more, 
then pulled back and pushed again. I saw her tiny, swollen pussy 
lips stretched thin around my shaft.
Her cunt lips seemed to implode each time I pressed into her. 
She seemed to be loosening inside, but not a hell of a lot. 


When three-quarters of my dick was buried in her, I pulled back 
almost all the way -- and pounded into her as hard as I could. 
Once. It must have taken fifteen
seconds, but I finally got all the way into her. I felt 
something inside her lurch against the end of my constricted 
cock and she gasped as her pussy was pushed deep
enough to take all of me. I felt her petite pubis against the 
bony ring at the base of my cock and I ground against her -- and 
then felt her cunt begin spasming. 


It was like rings of muscle rippling the length of my dick. It 
felt like her cunt was sucking at me. I knew I wasn't going to 
last long in this little twat's grip. I began
working my dick back and forth in her taking it out halfway, 
then pressing back in and tightening my muscles to make my dick 
twitch inside her at its deepest. 


Slowly, she began rocking in motion with me and then she started 
rocking and rolling, her hips pumping demandingly. The moans 
began again and quickly became
soft screams. I handed her the pillow and she clutched it to her 
face and started wailing again. 


"I want to get really deep in you, Angie," I said as I pumped 
her. "Really deep." 


She howled into the pillow. 


I paused and untangled her legs. With my dick still locked 
halfway into her, I shifted her legs and repositioned her on her 
side, with me straddling one small thigh. I
pulled her other, upper knee up till her thighs was against her 
abdomen. I could feel her tighten and shorten on my cock. I 
reached between her legs with one hand
and put my palm over that magic spot just above her pubis. With 
the other hand, I pressed her cheeks, right over her tiny anus. 
Then I picked her up in my hands
and began ramming. 


Her screams this time were purely animal as she came and came. I 
was holding her off the bed and fucking her up and down on my 
cock as I jack-hammered my
hips at her. Her legs and arms were completely limp and whenever 
she paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear her tiny 
pussy sucking at my pistoning cock.
She was cumming non-stop, now, completely possessed by orgasm, 
and when I finally slipped the tip of my index finger into her 
little asshole, she lost it. Her limp
arms and legs quivered uncontrollably and her cunt seemed to be 
in one, long spasm. I could feel the contractions through her 
belly, as well as on my cock and the
butt-reaming finger. 


My balls tightened and the buzz spread through my crotch. My 
dick swelled in her and I jammed it to the limits and held it 
there. Her tightness squeezed me so much
that I came in one prolonged, almost agonizingly restricted 
stream. She screamed all the louder and tried to hunch herself 
harder against me, as if to seal me inside
her frantic pussy. It felt like she was siphoning the cum out of 
me, and the admixture of her juices and my hot semen was bathing 
my cock in sensations I'd never
known before. 


When the last of it was out of my cock, she was still grinding 
against me, getting the last pleasures as my dick very, very 
slowly receded inside her. I lowered her
hips gently to the now-rumpled bedcovers and slowly withdrew my 
finger from her newly violated back door. I removed the pillow 
and carefully shifted until she was
stretched out on her side, in the cradle of my arms. We nestled 
like spoons, my cock still trapped in her twitching little 
pussy. I leaned over and kissed her ear and
the side of her face. Her cheeks were wet and she was sobbing. 
With each sob, her cunt contracted on me and her belly rippled 
under the hand cradling it; I knew
they were sobs of pleasure. 


"You are so beautiful and sexy," I murmured. "And you made me 
feel fantastic. That was so beautiful, seeing and feeling you 
cumming like that. I love it." 


"I never knew..." she began. "I feel totally wasted, yet, still 
like, buzzed, you know? Is it -- do you always make it feel so 
good all those ways?" 


"I try, baby, I try. And there are a lot more ways." 


"Yeah, and I want 'em all." 


"With you on top of me and sucking each other at the same time -
-" 


"I want to learn how to do that with my mouth, make you feel 
that good." 


"Sounds good to me. And there's other openings, too." 


"I never knew it could feel so good to have something in my ass! 
Wouldn't it hurt to have a dick up there?" 


"It shouldn't, if we do it slowly, and carefully, and gently -- 
would you like that?" 


"I want to try it. Would you like it?" 


My cock lurched inside her at the thought. She clenched down on 
me and giggled softly. "Yeah, I guess you would..." 


"But right now, we cuddle. And then we finish your paper." 


"Oh, I finished it Tuesday -- when I knew my folks would be away 
this weekend and your girlfriend would still be out of town." 


"You planned this? Like that?" 


She turned her bright, womanly, lovely 12-year-old face to me 
and smiled hazily. "What do you think, lover?" 


I kissed her and we softly dozed off together, wrapped up in 
each other's arms and closeness. 



Young Angie - Part 2 


When I woke, the light was already softening; evening was 
hurrying. I knew exactly where I was and who I was holding and I 
was starting to have second thoughts
about this whole situation. I was, after all, laying in my bed 
with my (re-stiffening) cock buried in a 12-year-old. She was 
still nestled, spoon-style in my arms and
one horny hand was cupping her small, left tit. The other arm 
held her from beneath. 


I looked at her face in profile and realized just how beautiful 
she really was -- and how young. Not a young woman, not kid-
young -- somehow, child-like. Her face
was so innocent in repose! Yet I couldn't feel like a defiler. 
She'd enjoyed -- no, she'd craved and enjoyed -- what she'd done 
with me, and she slept the sleep of
satiation. 


Something in the way her incredibly long, thick lashes slumbered 
against the lingering baby-fat of her cheek made her seem more 
vulnerable than any human could
possibly be. Twelve. I tried to remember what my mindset had 
been in my twelfth year. JFK's assassination was a year in the 
future. The Mets still played in the
Polo Grounds, while Mantle and Maris were cranking out homers 
with awesome regularity the year after Roger took the Babe's 
record. Only a fortunate few had
ever heard of Dr. King. Stephen King had not yet dreamed of word 
processors. Subway tokens cost fifteen cents. Cars had anal and 
dorsal fins. Porterhouse steak
was 89 cents a pound. There was no crack, no AIDS, no Uzi's 
being toted by myopic 14-year-old kids in Bushwick. No Saddam, 
no Ayatollah and the Beatles
hadn't hit, yet. No Viet Nam. I hadn't taken a life, yet. 


Twelve. Innocent. Whacking off in the bathroom to Miss November. 
Drooling over Carol's knobs. (That's what we called them.) 
Copping a feel on the back of the
arm by brushing against a girl's boob -- that was our idea of 
sexuality at twelve. 


I looked at that vulnerable, sleeping, trusting and lusting 
young woman-child-girl making a sound that might have qualified 
as a snore if "snore" weren't such a loud,
harsh word compared with her soft, sweet sound, and I suddenly 
understood what had provided the mysterious super- vitamins or 
hormones that had enabled our --
hers, mine, your -- ancestors to render extinct the auroch -- 
the 14-foot-tall saber-toothed cave bear -- 50,000 years before 
the invention of the Winchester: I
would never let anyone, anything, anywhere harm her. In any way. 
Even if the offender killed me, I would come back from the pit 
of Hell to go after the mofo again.
And again. As necessary. The auroch had threatened such as her; 
the auroch is no more. 


Now I understood. 


As I stared at her, she stirred, lusciously, in my arms. Her 
eyes were briefly unfocused, then her gaze betrayed uncertainty 
-- but never fear. Here I was, almost three
decades older than her, my history- ignorant cock locked inside 
her, and she was still trusting. 


Bring on them aurochs -- and light a candle for the suckers. 


"Hi," she whispered. 


"Howdyafeel?" 


The eyelashes brushed the cheeks again, then fluttered 
butterfly- lovely up. "Exhausted, wonderful, happy, 
safe...loved?" 


I kissed the nearest eyelid. "In a very real way, but not in the 
let's-get-married-way." 


She laughed lightly, more than a giggle and less than a guffaw. 
"No kidding." The eyes de-focused for a moment, then: "It feels 
good having you still inside me." She
pulled the boob-cupping hand close, then ducked her young, 
innocent face down and kissed it. "I used to... masturbate 
imagining what it would be like. You know
what my favorite part of the fantasy was?" 


"Waking up, cuddled." 


"Cuddled," she confimred, snuggling herself deeper into the 
cradle of my arms. "Is it always like this?" 


"It should be." 


She hugged me inside her. "I want to do this again -- lots!" 


"But it will never be the same as the first time." 


She pondered that, "After waiting and dreaming and thinking 
about it for so long... No. Never the same. Wanna hear something 
funny?" 


"You're hungry?" 


"How'd you guess?" 


"Ummm...I am, too?" I nibbled lightly on her shoulder. Her 
nipple, already hardening, was suddenly rigid in my palm and her 
cunt squeezed me. 


"You feel so big and hard inside me...and getting bigger and 
harder." Her breathing was becoming very shallow and her eyes 
half- closed. 


I moved my hips a little, pushing my dick deeper into her tight 
little pussy. She sighed deeply and shivered slightly in my 
arms. When I slowly pulled back, the tight fit
created a suction. I slid my hand down lower and lightly rubbed 
her clit and she began grunting and shaking and rolling her 
lithe, young hips around. 


I rolled her onto her stomach. She arched her taut, round young 
ass up at me, maintaining her pussy-lock on me. I was on all 
four's above her, my thighs outside
hers, my elbows outside her shoulders -- keeping my weight 
completely off her. I began pumping slowly in and out of her -- 
and then suddenly drove into her as
deeply as I could. With her legs together as they were, her 
narrow cunt was even tighter. When she came, it tightened still 
more and seemed bent on milking my
cock. She was tossing her head from side to side on her neck, 
her hair flying as she sobbed into the pillow and pushed her 
little ass up all the more urgently at my
cock. 


Suddenly, I pulled out of her. She was still cumming as I rolled 
her onto her back. I took her ankles in my hands and raised and 
parted her legs. Her eyes were
crazed and her lovely face, half-covered by her totally 
disheveled hair, was contorted with pleasure. Her nipples looked 
ready to burst, they were so swollen. I
shifted my grip lower and rolled her back onto her shoulders, 
then jacked both hands under her. I dropped flat on the bed with 
my face between her upturned legs
and fastened my mouth on her still-quivering pussy. 


The effect was cataclysmic. As soon as my tongue hit her hugely 
engorged clitoris, she let loose a shrill whine so high-pitched 
I feared for the glassware in the house.
Her juicy pussy clenched so tightly that she began to expel the 
brew of our mutual sauces right into my mouth -- not exactly 
spurts, but a steady oozing. I didn't mind
the taste of semen (my own, fresh, that is) but her cunt wine 
was so delicious that I just wanted to drink her dry. If she 
could ever run dry. 


Her climax was so strong that I didn't even mind the 
interruption of her velvet-vice little cunt on my achingly hard 
dick. This was just too tasty to pass up -- not to
mention that she was cumming so hard, it was very possible I was 
going to shoot off out of sympathy, sort of a "contact cum," I 
guess. 


After a few minutes of this, I could tell from her movements 
that it was becoming a bit uncomfortable to be rolled into a 12-
year-old ball of orgasm. I lowered her
tiny ass to the bed and crawled up to hold her again. She 
shivered as if she were cold and kept jerking against me, abrupt 
half-doubling-up movements. One of these
brought her thighs against my cock and her eyes widened 
slightly. 


"You didn't get over," she breathed. Her voice was raspy. 


"Not yet. There's time for that. I just wanted to enjoy making 
you cum like that -- " 


"I want to make you cum, too, with my mouth," she clutched me 
and began kissing my chest and shoulders. 


"You might not like the taste of your juices mixed with mine." 


"You didn't mind -- " 


I was about to tell her how much I enjoyed it but she was too 
quick for me. She reached down, sank a finger into her cunt -- 
hissing softly at the penetration -- and
then put the sticky, slippery finger into her mouth. I almost 
came at the sight of this lovely ninth-grader sucking a finger 
covered with my cum and her pussy sauce
into those soft, full lips. 


"Tastes...kind of sharp and sweet." She smiled at me seductively 
and did a decent job of it, too. "I could get to like it." 


She pushed at my shoulder till I got the message and rolled onto 
my back. The dick stuck almost straight up, throbbing in time 
with my pulse. And anticipation, no
doubt. 


She slithered down over me. We were both pretty well coated with 
perspiration and other Slippery Excretions. The sensation of her 
lithe, tautly curved, fresh young
body sliding over me was exquisite. So were the little kisses 
and the way she swiped with her tongue. 


She positioned herself straddling my right leg with her face at 
dick level. I suggested she turn around so we could do each 
other. 


"Another time." She kissed my thigh, right near the crease. "I 
want to concentrate my first time doing this. What should I do?" 
She gripped the base of my dick with
her small hand and squeezed. I groaned. She knew it was 
pleasure. She smiled and tossed her hair back with a 
rambunctious move of her head. 


"Kiss and lick it," I managed to breath. "And whenever you're 
ready, just kind of slip it into you mouth -- suck it in the way 
you would suck in a piece of spaghetti." 


She tinkled at that. "Some piece of spaghetti!" she intoned in a 
false-basso voice. 


Then she turned her head at an angle, leaned forward and kissed 
the side of my cock. She did it again and then again, moving up 
and down the length. She tried
variations, letting the tip of her tongue part her lips and 
twirl lightly against my dick, and or doing little lip-nibbles 
along the underside. 


I could feel her juice running out of her pussy, onto my leg. I 
could feel one nipple spiking into my thigh. I knew she was as 
excited by this as I was. Well, maybe not
as excited as I was, but it was certainly turning her on. 


I asked anyhow. 


"I like how hard and hot it feels and I really like the way it 
kind of jumps and jerks when I make it feel good." 


Then she raised her head and kissed my glans. Her lips opened 
slightly and her tongue began moving slowly on the sensitive 
flesh. Her eyelids were slowly closing
and her little ass moved as she shifted her hips, restless. She 
very, very slowly pushed more of it into her mouth, sucking very 
hard all the way. I felt like my balls
were going to melt or explode or shatter. She took about three 
inches before she reached her limit, then slowly sucked her way 
back off. She let the knob come out
of her mouth with an audible *pop* before looking up at me. 


Her face was a study in lust. 


"Am I doing good?" 


I reached down and caressed her face. She turned her mouth to 
kiss my palm, then looked back into my eyes. 


"Angie," I said, and was surprised at how rusty my voice 
sounded. "Angie, take this as it is meant -- you may be the 
best, sweetest, natural-born cocksucker in
history. I'm no teenager -- hell, I'll be thirty-four this year 
--- just came very hard in you less than an hour ago and you 
damn near made me cum in your mouth the
first time you sucked me. Are you sure you never did this 
before?" 


She smiled. "I'd probably have noticed." 


"Enjoying it?" 


Her eyes slowly closed and then reopened, halfway. "I love it. I 
wish I could swallow it all." 


My dick throbbed at that. 


"Don't even try it yet. You'll gag." 


"I know." She seemed to resent it. She leaned forward and I 
watched her lick the tip of my dick. I almost screamed at the 
sensation. 


She said, "When you get ov-- when you cum, what should I do? I 
mean, I hear it's better if I keep it in my mouth, but should I 
just suck, or suck up and down or
jerk on you or what?" 


"Anything, everything. Whatever you like. It'll feel great to 
me." 


She smiled again, a cat-ate-the-canary smile. "I wanna suck you 
dry," she murmured and returned her mouth to my cock. She did 
what she'd done before, but this
time she didn't release my dick on the upstroke. Instead, she 
suddenly began bobbing her head, sucking furiously and noisily. 
Then she slowed the movements. Then
she lip-nibbled my glans and all around the little scar tissue 
left over from circumcision. Then she returned to the rapid 
bobbing-suck, this time moving her head
around into different angles. 


When she reached up with one hand to lightly cup my balls, it 
was Game Time. 


"Oh, geez, yeah, I'm --- AAAAAhhhhhh!" Or something intelligent 
like that. 


As soon as she heard me and felt my cock swelling, Angie took me 
to her limit again. Her lips tightened and I could see her baby-
fat cheeks concave as she sucked,
literally sucked, the cum out of my cock. 


I thought my entire genital area had melted. I felt an 
incredibly wonderful numbness spreading in my balls as the first 
long spurt surged into her mouth. I was totally
limp otherwise, incapable of movement. 


Then she swallowed noisily and sucked for more. She got it. The 
second shot was even stronger than the first and the pleasure 
was more intense. I swear, my balls
were jerking so tightly I thought they were going to burrow back 
into my abdomen. Then she swallowed again and sucked for still 
more. 


There was more. I fired again and thought I could hear her 
making an "Mmmmm" noise as I flooded her little mouth. With the 
hand on my dick she jerked down
toward my abdomen, hard and demanding. She swallowed and kept 
sucking and jerking. I must have shot off four or five more 
times, with diminishing quantity,
before she finally got the last of it. My cock was softening in 
her mouth and she used it as an opportunity to get more cock in 
her mouth. She used her tongue to
dandle it, flipping my dick back and around -- and still 
sucking. 


I felt as if I had never cum before in my life. It was like that 
first great orgasm, totally overwhelming. I was still buzzing 
from the pleasure when I managed to mumble,
"C'mere." 


She slithered quickly back up to me. She looked a little unsure 
at first, but then pressed her spermy lips to mine. I pulled her 
tighter to me and we kissed wetly and
passionately. I could feel her torso undulating against me and 
ran my hand down her slim back, over the precious narrowness of 
her hips, across the impossibly hard,
tiny mounds of her ass and let Badfinger rest on her cunt. I 
reached a little farther and found her clit and Bang! -- just 
like that, she came, writhing as she kissed me. 


When she finally relented and nuzzled into my neck, she 
whispered, "I did pretty good, huh?" 


"Honey, I don't think I've ever been sucked better. That was one 
of the best orgasms of my life. And you know what made it even 
better?" 


"Um-um," she um-umed into my neck. 


"I could tell you were enjoying it." 


She pulled her head back and looked at me. "I really did. I 
liked feeling you move, so hard and thick and all in my mouth 
and the way you swelled up even more and
then I could tell how good it felt for you when I was sucking 
you down and the way your stuff just fired into my mouth -- 
oooo!" 


I wondered if she was going to cum again. 


"How'd you like the taste?" 


She made a face. "That, I'm not crazy about. Or really, the..." 


"Consistency?" 


She brightened. "Yeah! If it was thicker or thinner, but just in 
between..." Then she looked worried. "I don't mean to hurt your 
feelings!" 


"Don't worry about it." 


"Really, the taste wasn't bad, just the consistency. Kind of 
salty, though." 


"When a guy cums a couple of times in a row, the first one is 
going to be thicker." 


"Oh, yeah?" And I could almost hear her turning that one over in 
her head: So, the next time, suck him off first, and then fuck 
him. 


She snuggled down against me again, then suddenly bobbed up. 
"And it made me so hot! I almost wish we could do it again right 
away, you know, you inside me." 


"I need a little recovery time." 


"Me, too." She snuggled down again, then the head came right 
back up. "You know Leslie, my friend, the really pretty blonde?" 


"Just to say hello; I know who she is." And who she was. Leslie 
was this cute, slender 13-year-old who, in the last six months, 
had either been taking Huge Tit pills
or who had divided a melon and had the halves grafted to her 
chest. 


"Well, Leslie, you know, does it with her boyfriend and the way 
she talks, it's like this chore you have to do to get a 
boyfriend who has a car. Hell, this is fun!" 


"I like to hope so." 


"I should tell her what it's like to make it with a man, not 
some kid and she'd -- " 


"Cripes, Angie, don't even think about it. Do you have any idea 
what would happen to me?" 


"You'd get in trouble, right?" 


"I'd be killed." 


She frowned. 


"You are twelve years old. I would go to jail for statutory 
rape, at best. I'd be known as a baby-raper -- inside, they call 
it 'short eyes.' I would be killed by the
other convicts. Killed ugly. Very ugly. Angie, you can kill me -
- if you tell anyone." 


She looked truly concerned. "You mean it, don't you? It really 
scares you?" 


I nodded. 


"Even though I wanted you to do it? You'd still -- " 


I nodded again. 


"That's nuts." 


I kissed her forehead. "You are a very, very rare young woman. 
You are smart, poised, wise and mature beyond your years. Way 
beyond. And I know you're a
loving and trustworthy person. And I still hesitated before 
coming in here to make love with you, even though I was so hot 
for your sexy body so much that my balls
hurt. If you were Leslie -- " 


"With her big tits." 


"Yours are perfect. If you were Leslie with her big tits, I 
wouldn't have let her in the door. I might have loaned her the 
books, but I wouldn't so much as shaken her
hand. You're very different and very special." 


She made a face. "Yeah, like if Leslie came up here and said she 
wanted you to, uh, fuck her brains out, you'd turn her down." 


"I'd slam the door in her face." 


She stared at me. Then: "You really mean it." 


"I'm trusting you, which I don't do much, and I'm trusting you 
with my life, which I pretty much never do. Yes, I damn well 
mean it." 


She kissed my face, all over, dozens of times, and whispered, "I 
would never, ever, do anything that would even take the littlest 
chance of hurting you in the smallest
way. Never." 


I hugged her to me, because she'd just said what I already knew. 
We cuddled like that, all entangled, for a long time. After a 
little of it, I felt her breath slow and her
little body relax and fit itself to mine. I was lightly 
caressing her and marveling at her loveliness and tiny 
perfection, when I dozed off, too. 


But not for long.