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                        A Little Summer Heat
                         by Donovan Edwards
                                     Pt. 2

     "I love you Don."  Her voice was small and barely audible, but I
heard it well and knew that she meant it.  "I know you can't love me
because I'm just a kid."  She was right.  At this point in our lives,
this could not be.  I wanted to cry.  I could feel her warm breath
against my chest and stomach, her hands circling my body and caressing
my ass.  I pulled her head back and kissed her.  She was so soft.  I
could taste the salty tears and the musk of my dick, and she could
taste her own juices from me.  Our tongues danced and entangled as we
pressed hard against each other.  I wanted to be in her, not in the
sexual sense, but spiritually.  I wanted to become a part of her.  I
had some wacky idea that if I held her tightly enough, we would merge,
meld into one beautiful being.

     Cindy pulled away from me, grasping my dick in her little hand.
Her touch was burning me.  'How can I feel like this with an 11-year
old?'  I couldn't understand it, and still don't.

     "Let's try it again.  Please?"  Her voice wasn't confident
anymore.  In fact, she sounded like the child that she was, and not
the woman that I wished her to be.  She was shaking, her entire body
was pleading, aching for the next level sexual release.  I sought
release too.  I had to have it, at any cost.  All of my doubts and
apprehensions had faded.  I took her hand and sat on the sofa, pulling
her down beside me.  The coolness of the cloth felt good, as did
Cindy's body.  I embraced her and held her tightly.  I wanted to try
it again, to try once more to push my dork pass that hairless heaven's
gate.

     I pulled the young body over me, she put her feet outside my hips
facing me.  My cock was sticking straight up from my lap.  Her sex was
right in front of my face and I could smell it.  I could feel the heat
emanating from it.  I could see it.  The lips were moist.  In the
light she had a pale, almost sallow complexion, but she was stunning.
She straddled me gingerly, her slim, muscular legs bending and
lowering slowly.  My dickhead was barely touching her cunt but it was
electric.

     Cindy bent lower very slowly, encasing the head of my dick,
spreading and stretching around the stiff intruder.  She was so moist
and hot that I knew I wouldn't last long, not long at all.

     "Hmmmmmm . . . it's so big."  She was right.  My dick was huge,
and it was still so erect that it hurt like hell.  I could feel the
blood rushing through it.  I thought that her tightness would shear my
skin right off.  I was held her by the waist, lowering her slowly.  I
had never had a virgin before, but I knew that this was no easy task.
I took a single, deep breath, and drove my cock deep into her, lodging
it in the back of her cunt.  Cindy's ass clenched as she gasped, and I
could feel warm fluid coating my cock and balls.  Her innocence was
gone. She had crossed over into womanhood.

     I was afraid.  Afraid that maybe I had hurt her.  I looked into
her eyes, those sparkling brown eyes.  She was smiling.  It was a
beautiful smile.  I smiled back at her.  She slowly released her
muscles and relaxed.

     It took some getting used to by both of us, but our bodies became
adjusted to our joining.  Cindy was ready.  She wasn't a little girl
anymore and she knew what she wanted.  She slowly began rising and
lowering on my shaft.  Tentatively at first, and then with confidence
and determination.  I felt the rippling young flesh inside her give
way with each thrust.  I could see the little mons rising and lowering
onto my honey-coated shaft. The constriction was almost unbearable.
She was groaning loud, gasping and panting, riding my tube like a
Kentucky Derby jockey.  As she fucked me I rubbed her little tits,
tracing my fingers over her small, stiff nipples.  Her cunt was
strangling me, stabbing me, making me insane with humplust.

     "Cum for me, baby!"  I could hardly breathe.  The combination of
the pain in my dick and lack of oxygen to my brain made me dizzy and
weak. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I had to hang on. Cindy
was thrashing her head from side to side.  She was close, so was I.
My cock and balls felt like they were on fire.  They felt like they
were in a pressure cooker.  Each thrust was sending waves of beautiful
pain through me. I wanted to die.

     Cindy was grinding now, churning her hips on me.  My little
student was quickly learning what it took to satisfy and to please me.
Her quick movements sent me over the edge.  She was milking me,
pulling me in.  I charged into her like a missile, caressing the soft,
satiny skin.  I couldn't stand it.  My orgasm started from deep within
me.  I could feel the cum begin its travel from the depths of my balls
through the length of my shaft.

     I couldn't say anything.  I could only moan loudly with my mouth
open, trying to catch my breath.  Streams of wad were spraying the
insides of the 11-year old.  I was coming hard, as hard as I'd ever
came.  I was squeezing Cindy, holding her while my cum shot into her
for the first time, coating the deflowered vaginal walls.

     "Oh Donny!  I see stars!"  Cindy was coming too.  Her body was
trembling in my arms and she too was breathless.  I could smell her
musky vapors, the aroma that emanated through her pores, permeated her
skin:  The unmistakable smell of fucklust.  The feeling was absolutely
exquisite.  I was drifting, wafting on clouds of consciousness and
semi-consciousness.  I was fading, cumming and fading, surfing on
waves of an incredibly intense orgasm.

     I was spent.  Physically exhausted.  I passed out, or, fell
asleep, I can't remember which.  When my eyes opened next, we were
holding each other tightly, my dick still in her tight cunt, the
cum-blood mixture slowly seeping out around the base.  I don't know
how long we stayed like that, several minutes maybe.  I didn't want it
to end.  I wanted to hold her forever, but I knew that the longer we
stayed like this, the greater our chances were for being caught.  The
thought of going to jail on a child sex rap was not very appealing.

     I rose, getting to my feet with Cindy still attached.  She
wrapped her legs around my waist and hung on, hugging me tightly. It
felt strange to walk with the her like that.  I had fucked standing
like that before, but Cindy was so light, it was a truly strange
experience.

     I walked towards my desk, and the motion of walking and the
tightness of the cunt surrounding me were more than enough to get me
stone-hard again, but I knew that this must end.  I let the girl down,
and felt more than a little shocked at the feeling of incompleteness I
got from not having her in my arms.

     I could see the pink tinted slime covering my crotch and dripping
from Cindy's cooz.  We both caught our breath and tried to gather our
clothes.  With her white dress and white panties, I certainly couldn't
let her leave my office like this.  She seemed a bit confused too, not
really knowing what to do next.

     "Put your dress on and we'll sneak into the bathroom."  I said as
I reached for her.  I had all but buttoned my shirt when I took her
panties from her and put them in my pocket.  I began to help her
dress, putting on her little bra.  It was nothing more than a few
rubber bands with some triangles of cottony material.  No clasps, no
hinges, just slip on.  I slid the thing off of her, and couldn't
resist touching her, caressing her flesh.  I couldn't keep my hands
off of her.  I kissed her again, more boldly than before, sliding my
lips over hers, exploring her youthful mouth with my tongue.  We could
still detect the lingering taste of each other. I kissed her like I'd
kiss a lover, which is what she was:  The best lover that I've ever
had.

                                  *

     We slid into the bathroom undetected.  Cindy's father and I were
the only two males on the floor at the time and he had some kind of
aversion for any restroom that wasn't his own.  In the 9 months that I
was there, I had never seen him go the can.  Not even to wash his
hands.  I understand it, somewhat.  I won't shit in a bathroom that's
not mine, but I don't mind taking a wizz anywhere.  I mean, it's not
like it's touching anything.

     Cindy looked around, seeing the inside of a men's room for the
first time in her 11 years.

     "What are those . . . toilets?"  She quizzed, pointing at the
upright urinals. "I'd feel kinda weird peeing out in the open like
that."

     "It's not so bad."  I retorted, pulling out my dick.  Cindy
wasn't shocked at all, in fact, she seemed please to see her little
friend.  I walked into the wide stall, the one meant for handicapped
persons.  I left the door open, hoping she'd be curious.  I was right.
The stream of yellow jetted out of me and splashed loudly into the
toilet.  The girl was mesmerized by the sound.  She got in closer,
stood beside me, and reached out her hand. Her index finger
interrupted the stream and then approached her open mouth.  She sucked
it tentatively, tasting it, analyzing it.

     "How does it taste?"  I asked her.  I was shocked that she had
taken the initiative at all and done such a nasty thing.  This girl
was truly a find.

     "It tastes like pee, stupid!"  I smiled down at her, finishing my
task.  I shook my peter, as I so often do, and began to stuff it back
into my pants, but Cindy caught it, and held it, squeezing the
semi-erect thingy into full, glorious stiffness.  She bent slightly,
kissing the wet head, sucking the beast into her mouth.  She sucked me
gently, lovingly and very slowly.  Every move was deliberate and very
well executed.

     It didn't take long.  I was about to blow it.  I could feel my
balls begin to churn and burn as they pressed against her chin.

     "Cin . . . I'm gonna cum."  I wanted to give her fair warning so
that she could stop in time, but she didn't, she kept going, slowly
bobbing her head back and forth like a mechanical suck-toy.  I
couldn't stand it.  I was there.  I couldn't have warned her if I had
wanted to.  I couldn't even groan as I bit my lip and tried not to
pass out from the intensity.  I shuddered and shook as I emptied a
paltry few strands of wad into the girls eager mouth.  She sucked and
swallowed the spermy gift and then licked me completely clean.

     It was her turn now.

     She wordlessly pulled her dress up under her arms backed up and
straddled the toilet seat while holding onto the 'handlebars' that are
always in handicapped stalls.  I bent to one knee to get a better
view.  I knew what was next.  Cindy tensed at first, and then let her
bladder release its' precious cargo.

     The liquid gold that flowed from her little hairless notch was
the most exquisite thing that I'd ever seen in my life.  It was
absolutely fascinating to see the line of wizz exit the young girl's
slit and splash into the awaiting toilet below.  I couldn't help but
reach into the stream.  It felt hot on my finger.  I rubbed it around
my lips and sucked on it greedily.  The nectar was tangy and didn't
taste at all like pee.  Strangely, it was kind of acceptable. Not
delicious.  Just, not really bad.(Though I wouldn't order it in a
restaurant or anything)

     I looked up at Cindy.  She was straining, eyes closed, emptying
her bladder, flexing internal muscles to squeeze out every drop of
urine.  When she was done she looked down at me and smiled. At that
point I felt like we were the only two people in the entire world, but
we weren't. I began cleaning Cindy's crotch with some wet toilet
paper, taking care to clean the dainty lips.  It would definitely hit
the fan if her mother or father spied the cherry juice on Cindy's
white dress. It would definitely be hard to explain.  I pulled her
panties out of my pocket and handed them to her with a grin.

     I had done it.  I couldn't believe it, but I had actually done
it. Sex with a minor . . . A child!  Pedophile!  Molester of Children!
Statutory Rapist!  Damn I felt naughty!

     I hugged her close and kissed her again.

     "You're leaving today?"  It was more of a statement than a
question.  "When will I see you?"

     "I'll be back next week.  I'll give you my phone number."  And I
meant it.  I didn't know then exactly where our relationship would go,
but I was willing to risk my life to be with this girl.

     We both slipped out of the bathroom unnoticed and went our
separate ways.  I walked towards my office as Cindy skipped towards
the main office area to check in with her father.  She was the
consummate little actress.  You could hardly tell she'd been fucked at
all!

                                  *

     The rest of my day was quite uneventful.  I saw Linda several
times, I even sat with her to go over some last minute system updates.
She seemed to notice my general horniness.  She even boldly allowed me
to put my hand on her thigh while I sat next to her.  I didn't push
it, although I could have.  No one was around to watch.

     Cindy and I also crossed paths a few times before days end.  We
smiled at each other, not enough to arouse suspicions, but enough to
know that we were definitely thinking of each other.

     I stood in my office doorway one last time.  It looked horribly
empty.  It had been my temporary home for a year and I now had a new
reason to miss it.  I shut off the lights and locked the door,
carrying my last box of personables.  All of the office staff had
waited in the main office area to say their see-ya-laters.  Cindy was
there with her father, Linda and the rest of the clerical staff(All
females) were there too.  I told them that Linda was now in charge of
the system and if they needed anything, to go to her.  I also told
them that I'd be back throughout August to check on things.  This made
Cindy smile, which made me smile.  With that, we all left.

                                  *

     I started up the Olds and mentally pinched myself.  'Maybe it
didn't happen'.  But I knew that it had.  My thoughts were quite
simple.  'Maybe I'll plan something special.  Maybe I could introduce
her to Linda?  Hmmmm . . . Interesting.'  And as the pornographic
reels turned in my head . . . . . . .


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