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GWEN
By Friar Dave
(Copyright by the author, 1993)
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This is fiction. All the characters are fictional. None of
this really happened. It's made up, Invented, not documentary.
This story contains explicit descriptions of sex acts between
an adult male and a minor female. There is no violence, drugs,
bondage, discipline, sado-masochism, water sports, projectile
vomiting, piercing, humiliation, mutilation, bestiality or
dwarf tossing. If the absence of any of these turns you off,
read no farther. Please don't show this to those unable or
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GWEN
By Friar Dave
Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com
CHAPTER THREE (GWEN3.STY)
She continued lightly rolling her hips, smearing my thigh
with her juice -- and, in the process, rubbing her lean thigh
against my still-stiff dick. She couldn't be unaware of it, I
thought, and hoped she'd be willing to finish what she'd started
before -- and pay me back in kind.
I felt her lips moving against the side of my neck and then
on my trapezoid muscle. I shivered involuntarily when I felt her
perfect, even teeth graze my skin. She kissed her way furiously
up over my ear and down my jaw and then she was mashing her
voracious little mouth to mine. She squirmed fully on top of me
so my cock was throbbing between her thighs and caught it between
them. She squeezed it as she kissed me, her tongue dancing over
mine. I almost felt overpowered by 80 pounds (tops) of wiry
13-year-old female.
She knelt abruptly, straddling my waist. I could FEEL her
pussy dripping on my belly. Her fingers went to the top button on
my shirt.
"What?"
"I want to do it."
"Do what?" I asked, trying to sound calm and in control --
and not even convincing myself.
"You know -- " She gave up and ripped the button off.
"Everything."
"Forget it, lovely, sexy Gwen. It'll hurt."
"No, it won't. I don't have a -- " She paused and looked
thoughtful. " -- a hymen."
"I know."
She did better with the next button. "Remember when I was
studying ballet? The first time I -- "
"Plee."
She nodded, unfastening a third button. "That hurt a lot."
"Gwen, it's still going to hurt. I'm big and you're small."
She tossed her hair back from her face and started on the
fourth button. "Keiko did it."
I took her wrists in my hands. "Gwen, Keiko was 27 years
old. Keiko practiced with a lot of men before I met her. Keiko
still had trouble."
The tiny karate student straddling my waist did something
with her fingers and removed my grasping hands. "I don't care," she
said defiantly. She squirmed back till she felt my prick against
her ass. She shimmied so her butt was rubbing it. She bent low
and kissed my forehead, nose and lips -- one-two-three quick --
and knelt upright again. "I want to do it with you. Do you have a
waddyacallit, a condom?"
I shook my head. "Nope. So it's not safe."
Gwen moved her hands quickly and pinned my wrists near my
shoulders. I could not move my arms. "So what do you do to keep
from getting girls pregnant?"
I muttered my reply.
"What?" she demanded.
"I had a vasectomy."
"What's that?"
"A little operation so I can't get anyone pregnant."
"Really? What if -- Never mind. What about AIDS?"
"I don't take someone to bed unless I know a lot about her."
"Oh? Doesn't sound safe to me."
"It isn't. Get up." I started to sit up.
"Wait a minute -- " She moved her arms, and I was flat on my
back again. "You're too smart for that. How do you protect
yourself?"
"Gwen -- "
"Tell me the truth, or I'll go out and find some dirty old
child molester."
I sighed. "Alright. I find out everything I can about her.
If I have the least doubt, I make her go with me to a doctor and
we both give blood and urine specimens."
"Doesn't sound very romantic."
"It isn't, but I'm not going to die for a fuck."
She looked pensive, then smiled. "So you're safe."
"...yes."
She ripped the last two buttons away. "Oh, goody."
With that, she raised and backed up enough so that when she
lowered her hips again, my cock was trapped between us. She
rolled her pubis on it, drooling juices over my dick and driving
me generally nuts. I started tugging at her tee-shirt, but she
tried to stop me by lowering her upper body to my chest.
"Shy? SHY? You want to fuck me, but you're shy???"
She shook her head. She murmured against my chest.
"What?"
"I'm embarrassed because I haven't got any...you know."
"Gwen..." I tugged at the tee-shirt until she stopped
resisting. I pulled it over her head and off her arms. She even
cooperated, sitting up. But she kept her eyes closed and was madly
blushing.
I slid my hands down her arms, cupped her face for a moment --
her eyes opened, wide and uncertain -- then moved my fingers down
over her shoulders to her...you know.
I'd felt bigger mosquito bites.
But what there was beckoned my lips and tongue. Tiny little
nubbins of swollen flesh capped by tiny, but rigid nipples. I
brushed my thumbs over her nipples and heard her gasp. I took her
waist in my hands and pulled her up and over me till one wee,
perfect tit was lowered into my mouth.
She was delectable. My tongue ran amok over that tiny breast,
and my lips feasted on her nipple. Gwen moaned and writhed above
me, and then took it upon herself to feed me her other little
titty and nipple. Equal Time Rules were in effect, and I cherished
every moment. She may even have had an orgasm.
Finally, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, as deeply
and sweetly as I could, before pulling her back and saying, "Oh,
Gwen, you're so beautiful. I could lick and suck your breasts all
day and all night."
"But they're so little..."
"They're perfect, absolutely perfect. The finest, sweetest,
most scrumptious tits I've ever kissed or licked or sucked. My
all-time favorite."
"What about Keiko?"
"Hers were bigger; yours are better."
"I still want to do everything."
So did I, but: "Are you sure?"
She nodded, eyes big. "Should I roll under?"
"No, honey. You stay on top so I don't push in to fast and
maybe hurt you."
"Okay." She slithered down over me, kissing my throat and
chest and nipples, until her cunt was pushed against my still-
rampant dick. She reached behind and around, and I felt her small
hand grasp my dick. For a first-timer, she was quick and sure
in lining up my glans with her tiny pussy. "It feels so big!"
Still sprawled atop me, she pushed back and down. My cock
slid up off the mark and against that rock-hard little butt.
Muttering, she tried again, and this time wiggled her hips back
and forth, wedging her cunt open against my prick. I rested my
hand on her ass, savoring the velvet softness of her flawless
skin moving over the absurdly taut muscles of her backside.
I tried to hold still as she pushed her little cunt at my
prick, but the sensation was maddening. It felt like her labia
were nibbling wetly at my glans. Finally, with a groan, she
pushed back and down very hard and I felt her opening just a bit.
My cock was finally lodging in her tiny quim.
I put my hands on her hips, my thumbs just beneath the bones,
and my fingertips reaching almost to the crease of her thighs. I
gripped her firmly and pushed her down as I slowly worked my hips
up at her. By fractions of an inch, my knob pressed into the
constriction of her cunt. Her pussy was hot and wet and extremely
tight; I could feel my glans being compressed as it pushed
through the pubescent structure of her pubic bones. Gwen let out
a loud groan, as if she were straining to lift something. When
the coronal ridge of my glans finally squeezed inside, I released
her hips and resumed caressing her back and butt.
"You okay?"
I felt her nod against my chest. I could also feel her
nipples against my flesh and her cunt flexing around my prick. I
doubted I was going to last very long.
"Is there much more?" she whispered. "It's awfully big in
there!"
I didn't think it wise to tell her how much more there was.
"Push down a little more," I said, kissing the top of her head.
She grunted and pressed her lithe hips at me. I pushed up
again, still careful. Another two inches slid in, maybe a
fraction more. My glans was burrowing deeper into that fresh
little cunt, stretching all the kinks out of it to clear the way
for my shaft. I could feel the straining tension in her shoulders
and back and in the muscles of her hard ass.
I began gently stroking, pulling out till only the knob was
in her, then pushing back in, a little more each time. The
tension ebbed from her shoulders, grew in her butt. She began
tentatively fucking back at me, meeting my movements -- and then
anticipating them. I quickened my movements; so did she.
Suddenly, she pushed herself up on her arms and put her
hands on my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed.
I ran my hands up her sides and lightly grasped her little
nipples. She moaned and began pumping her hips over me. She
caught her lower lip between her even, white teeth. Her face was
a study in concentration, and her expression looked like she
wasn't sure whether to cry and scream.
I looked down at our junction. Her hips were moving faster,
and my thick cock gleamed with her wetness. Her all-but-hairless
little cunt lips were very, very stretched around my thick prick.
When she pushed down, her labia were nearly imploded, and her clit
was drawn perilously close to the top of my aching dick. When she
pulled up, her pink twat walls were clinging to my cock. The
sight was pushing me over the edge. Her growing moans of pleasure
weren't helping.
I put my hand between us and touched her clitoris with my
thumb.
"Oh, yeah! OH, YEAH!" she whimpered and then froze, eyes
screwed tightly shut. I could see her abdomen contracting with
her orgasm. More important, I could feel her little pussy
spasming around my cock. I couldn't hold back. My prick swelled
still more inside her. Her eyes popped open, wide and shocked.
Then I began to cum inside her.
The semen squeezed up my prick past the constriction of her
young pussy and then spurted into her. I saw her mouth fall open --
in amazement -- and then a glorious, wondering smile spread
across her face when she realized what she was feeling.
I groaned, and my penis spasmed again. Another load erupted
into her, and she began hunching down against my cock, forcing
more of it into her small cunt. As the next load rocketed through
my prick, she got me in to her deepest -- I could feel the end of
her cunt on my knob -- and I raised my thumb above her pubis and
pressed her abdomen, compressing her vaginal nerves against my
prick.
She gave a little shriek and began wildly hammering at my
dick as I came again and then again. Her cunt was so tight
that it seemed to be sucking my cock!
My ejaculations slowed to an oozing relief, and she kept
right on pounding above me. Her pussy was so constricted that
I never lost any of my stiffness or thickness, even after I'd
stopped cumming.
I took her hips in my hands, guiding her movements and
trying to keep her from pulling completely off me. She was
relentless, varying her pace and angle so my cock would hit all
the places she wanted inside her. She began grinding down at me,
trying to get more of me inside her. On each stroke, she did get
a little bit more. She slowed her pounding and began to growl
deep in her throat with each descent.
She was getting more of me into her and getting more into
this with each passing moment -- and my nuts were responding,
already refilling my cock. I began meeting her strokes.
"You're doing it!" she gasped. "You're fucking me! Fucking
me! Fucking! Fuck -- fuck -- fuck -- "
It became a chant, a mantra, and she pumped more and more of
my thick dick into her tiny cunt, her little pussy milking at my
prick and restoring the ache in my balls.
And then, at the bottom of one stroke, she had me so deep
that she could feel my pubic hair graze her cunt lips. She kept
pushing, driving me farther up into her, straining the end of her
young tube deeper and deeper until --
"I did it!" she gasped. "But I think it's in my belly!"
I put one hand on her abdomen and pushed. I could feel her
cunt compress still more. I could almost feel my my cock inside
her.
"Eeeeeeeee-EEEEEEE!" she wailed, her twat again spasming
around me. She pulled her hands up almost to her tits and
clenched her fists. She bent her neck down, squeezed her eyes
shut. She screwed her face up and shook her head crazily,
rapidly, and came all over my cock.
I gave a roar of surrender as my cock lurched inside her and
I came again. I poured whatever was left in my balls far, far
inside her orgasmic body and savored the heat and wetness of her.
The strength poured out of me, too, and my cock at last
began to shrivel. My hands fell away from her, and she slowly
toppled onto me, her convulsions finally passing. With my
limpening cock locked inside her still-occasionally spasming
little cunt, she let herself sprawl atop me. We were both panting
and covered with sweat. I managed to raise my arms enough to
enfold her and hold her to me.
We lay like that for what seemed a long time. I wasn't sure
she was awake. I sure as hell was, though -- contemplating what
had just happened, what had been happening all day. I'd sort of
known she was trying to seduce me, but hadn't wanted to face up
to it completely -- because if I had, I would have felt obliged
to stop it. And I'd wanted it. A lot.
Now it was done.
She stirred. I took her chin in my hand and tilted her face
up at me. I brushed the hair from her cheek and forehead. Her
eyes were bright and wet and half-closed. She smiled.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too, sweetheart." I paused. "Will you marry
me?"
She blinked. "Marry?"
"Yes. Quit school and settle down with me. Move in with me.
Spend the rest of your life with me. Have babies with me. Raise
them till they're old enough to go out and have their own homes.
Keep house for me. Shop and cook and clean."
"Oh." The smile faded. "Oh."
"Well, you said you love me."
"I do...but not like that."
Her eyes searched mine. I smiled at her, and after a moment,
she returned it. "I think I understand what you mean."
"Do you still love me?"
She smiled broadly. "Oh, yes, very much -- but not like you
said. That's why you said it, isn't it? So I'd think about the
difference."
"Exactly." I kissed her forehead. "And I still love you."
"Mmmmm -- will you promise me something?"
"Depends."
"You'll never tell anyone about -- you know?"
"I promise."
"Something else?"
"Maybe."
She giggled. "Can we do this again?"
"Sure."
"When?"
"After a shower and some lunch...if there's time."
"We'd just get all sticky again."
"Then I guess we won't be able to do it again."
"Silly. We'll take another shower." She shifted and groaned.
"I just hate to let go of you. It feels so nice having you inside
me, hot and wet and full."
I took her hips in my hands again and slowly eased her off
me. Her little cunt was still so tight that it held onto my prick
and made the withdrawal almost as difficult as the insertion had
been. My glans finally popped out of her, and the mixture of all
her juices and my two loads oozed very slowly between her
reddened labia.
"You're going to have to take a shower, sweetheart. You
can't go home all sweaty and sticky and with my jism running down
your legs."
"But then there might not be time to do it again before I
leave!" she protested, standing beside the bed. I rolled my feet
to the floor and stood next to her, by prick flopping wetly on my
sticky thighs.
"Well, maybe we can save time by showering together."
I said it with such a straight face that it took her a
moment to get it. Then that glorious smile returned and became
coy.
"Conserve water, too."
I nodded. She took my hand and led me toward the bathroom.
Of course, in the process of soaping each other up, the
predictable happened. She bent at the waist at one point and
again stuffed my resurrecting prick into her mouth. When my cock
finally got fully stiffened, I lifted her. With her arms and legs
around me, with my hands cupping her tiny ass, I leaned against
the tile in the shower, under the spraying water, and helped her
lever herself up and down on my cock. It was easier getting into
her the second time, but still abominably tight.
As she worked herself on my stiff prick, I rubbed her rectum
with a fingertip, and then prodded it slowly into her tiny ass.
Gwen went a little crazy, first protesting and then growling and
sinking her teeth into my upper arm.
I couldn't maintain that position for very long. Leaving the
shower running, I carried her into the bedroom and laid her back
on the bed. She lifted her legs high and wide, holding her ankles
in her hands and opening herself to me. I discovered that the
harder I pumped, the more she liked it. About 10 minutes of that
and feeling her orgasmic cunt muscles, and I was shooting inside
her again. I managed to collapse beside her on the bed. She had
the presence of mind to arise, turn off the shower and bring some
towels to the bed. I guess we both dozed a bit, because I was
awakened to the sensation of her mouth on my cock.
I opened my eyes and saw her watching my face as she tried
to restore rigidity to her new toy. I also saw her rubbing her
drooling little cunt and pushing a finger into her pussy. My dick
began to respond, and she smiled around the growing shaft with
her stretching lips.
She mounted me again, eagerly and determinedly. "You know,"
she said, "I don't think I can get enough of this cumming and
fucking stuff." Her eyes closed in satisfaction as she slid down
onto my reawakened prick and began pumping.
I didn't think I was going to cum again for about a day or
two, no matter how good it felt inside her, but after 15
minutes or so (and about a half-dozen of her orgasms), she said,
"Would you please put your finger in there again?"
I moved my hand toward her pussy, and she shook her head.
"No -- in behind."
I did as she asked and watched her face as she growled and
humped her ass onto my finger until my palm was cradling her
sweet cheeks. Gwen was writhing like a crazed person above me
now. To my surprise, I felt my balls tightening -- and then I was
unexpectedly flooding her cunt yet again.
This time, after we rested and nestled, I told her quite
firmly that she had to get cleaned up. It was getting toward four
o'clock, and no matter what fictions she had prepared for her
folks, she had to get home before it was too late.
She nodded, not protesting at all. But even after we'd
bestirred ourselves, cleaned up, dressed, munched some sandwiches
and headed downstairs so I could put her in a cab, she wasn't
finished with me.
Waiting for the elevator, she turned to me. "There's a lot
more stuff I want to try with you and learn about. Is that okay?"
The elevator chimed. "Sure. How can I turn you down?"
We boarded. I pressed "L" and turned to her. "But I'm a
little worried about you coming into Manhattan alone. There're
some nasty characters out there."
"I was thinking about that, too." We stepped out of the car
and walked down the hallway to the front door. "I have an idea
that might work out pretty good with some of the other stuff I
want to try."
I scanned the traffic and raised my arm to hail a cab. It
pulled up to the kerb. I handed the driver 20 bucks. "Penn
Station. See her through the doors and into the station, okay?"
The cabby nodded; it was a four-dollar fare. I held the door
for Gwen, closing it after her. She rolled the window down.
"Tomorrow okay?"
"Sure," I replied. "And what's this idea of yours?"
She grinned. "I'll bring Heidi."
"Huh?"
"Bye!" She chirped, rolling the window up. The cab pulled
away.
By the time I got back into my apartment, I had another
hard-on.
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