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The following story describes GRAPHIC SEXUAL
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CUTE01 - Part One
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This story is intended for broad-minded adults only. It will
develop to include all aspects of sex and if *anything*
contained in erotic fiction offends you, please don't read
it - It's not meant for you!
If you do enjoy all types of rude stories, from cute to
kinky, slightly dirty to downright obscene, please read on.
Otherwise, as they say, press CTRL C now...
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Read it, then imagine that you're the character. What would
*you* want to happen? Some questions:-
What new characters would you introduce? Tell me their ages,
their names, describe their characters, their appearance,
and their clothes.
What would happen to them? Anything goes, from straight sex,
gay or lesbian sex, lots of oral, or B&D/S&M. Just put
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Cute01
Part 1.
Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I've had a
fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were
always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school
in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for
anyone who cared to watch. I'd watch them, and enjoy their
little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn't
really fantasize about them.
Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short
brown curly hair, and aged about 12. She always looked sexy
in a girlish sort of way - maybe wearing a pink woolly
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs... I
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my
school-boy cock.
One weekend, her brother's parents were away, and he decided
to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of
girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to
the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat
in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,
and I wasn't about to try anything with her while my friends
looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm
around her - She edged towards me, obviously not interested,
and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white
halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her
arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.
I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she
rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand
on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. "I'm
tired.." she murmured into my ear. "Will you take me to
bed?".
We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and
climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled
out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,
had drank far too much considering her age. "Can I help
you?" I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the
sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow
the went from the halter top round her neck. "There's some
clips on the back" Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the
four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open
before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and
put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently
touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little
bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,
maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I
played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to
hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing
to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her
bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt
stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her
legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf
and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt's hem, then
round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were
touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming
more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my
fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her
smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting
some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and
touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little
school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt
like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I
undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,
pressed body to body, closely together.
My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,
I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I
closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and
down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers
touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin
closer as she slowly masturbated me.
The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming
excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands
against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began
to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up
and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
"Can I cum inside of you?" I asked, gently. By way of an
answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as
one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.
Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the
head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,
then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless
wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,
and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic
as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was
enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her
hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing
gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her
body.
Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as
I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the
skin between my scrotum and anus. "Juliette, my bottom,
touch my bottom and help me cum....". The obedient girl
kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my
rectum making me gasp. "Do it, please, do it now" she said,
crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its
head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and
deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around
my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my
behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from
the inside of my legs, up into my balls. "Yes, Juliette,
Yes" I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small
part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a
final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with
the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.
I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,
pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt
that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.
Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed
inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis
softened, and we, together, fell asleep.
I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet
uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went
into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither
throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were
eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal
and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that
Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of
our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette
appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll
nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,
and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement
for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were
effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to
the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to
the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to
what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit
of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was
'just a telephone message' looked down again.
It wasn't until I returned home that I opened it. My parents
were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from
my pocket, laying it on the bed.
"Dear Ian,
Last night was lovely for me... I love you so much, but know
that you're probably not interested in a girl like me
because I'm too young. I don't mind if you have lots of
other girl-friends, but I'll always do anything for you.
I've been looking at William's dirty magazines since I came
to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school
uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that
what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to
suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my
mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I
didn't like it, or if it hurt me, because you're all that
matters. Please call me, and even if I'm not as old, or as
pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that
I'll always say yes to you.
I love you.
Juliette."
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Cute
Part 2.
I lay on my bed, tired from the previous evening, but feeling elated
from my first real sexual experience of the night before. I shut my
eyes and remembered Juliette's lithe young body pressed against me,
her tight juicy pussy squeezing my hard cock. I begin to harden under
my jeans, and pulled a small briefcase from under my bed. I flipped
the combination "696 969", not really understanding what a 69 was, but
knowing that it was appropriate! The case opened, and I removed a
plastic bag from inside.
I'd collected this batch of 'dirty' pictures and magazines over the
previous year or two. It had started with a few Swedish "Private"
magazines that I'd bought from an older guy at school, then been added
to by a stash of books that we found in a nearby dump. At the top was
an envelope of pictures taken from the Sunday paper advertising
sections, from clothes catalogues, and various other papers, books,
and magazines. I laid out some of the pictures, and begin to
masturbate.
I gazed at the first picture, ripped out from a copy of "Rolling
Stone". It was of a fourteen year old German singer, 'Nena', looking
girlishly horny in a tight-fitting little black dress, her long legs
slightly parted as she pouted for the camera. Her lovely short brown
hair stopped short of her shoulders, and little bangs of hair covered
her forehead, some curling over her eyes.
To its right was a photography taken from a kitchen-fittings
catalogue. A pretty blonde woman was pouring coffee, her back to the
photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her
buttocks. Facing her was one of her daughters, aged maybe 15, with
long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The
young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip-
toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little
slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to her waist, just exposing a
pair of tight frilly panties.
My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The
first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's
eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at
the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little
girl. She wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders
that left her arms bare, tight around her torso, and a cute flounced
frilly skirt that started at her waist and finished at the top of her
baby-girl thighs. Her short legs were covered in white cotton tights
or stockings, her feet clad in a pair of petite pink school-girl
shoes. She smiled at the camera, her little platinum-blonde pony-tail
falling to one side of her face, hugged by a teddy-bear she held
against her cheek.
As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed with me,
playing with my genitals, and each others, I pulled a book from the
plastic bag. The book, bound in a nondescript cardboard cover, said
simply "Violated" and was one of my finds at the dump. When I first
read it, I was partly disturbed at its contents, despite having read a
multitude of pornographic stories in soft-porn magazines. However, on
subsequent readings, I started to find the tale of sadism on a young,
innocent, family to be a turn on. I turned to the first page, and
begin to read.
The book tells a fictional story of a family, attacked in the
middle of the night by a gang of hoods. Having silently entered
the husband and wife's bedroom they place chloroform-soaked pads
against their faces, ensuring that they, at least temporarily,
remain unconscious. After clearing the house of all apparent
valuables, they realise that there's no jewellery amongst their
stash and return to the couple. The husband is tightly bound,
naked as he lays in bed, with clothes-line. The young, naked wife
is dragged over to the small chair that sits by her dressing-
table.
They use more line to tie her body against the back of the chair,
pulling the rope hard against her pert young breasts. Her free
legs are pulled apart then lifted, bare under a short "teddy"
nightie, so that they are widely parted, then tied in this
position, one to each arm of the chair. One of the men leaves the
room, carrying a bucket of cold water, and bringing the news that
a young girl, presumably a daughter, lies asleep in the room
next-door.
Ignoring this for the moment, the man proceeds to pour half the
water over the young woman, and the remainder over her husband.
Both awake, and the woman starts screaming, before a hand is
placed over her mouth.
"Make any more noise, either of you, and the girl next-door gets
our attention" says one of the men. Both remain silent as the man
continues. "Now, where's your jewellery?" The husband speaks, his
voice shaking with concern for his wife and family.
"We...We don't have any.. It's all been sold... I promise.."
"You expect us to believe that?" shouts the man. He removes
a switch-blade from his jeans, wanders over to the wife, and
holds the blade pointing downwards, the blunt side to her body,
under the neck of the white nighty. With a single downward
stroke, he slices through the thin silk material, splitting it to
her navel, and allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "No more
messing about. Tell us where it is!"
"I m-m-mean it" stammers the husband. Our youngest s-s-son
is ill, his medical b-b-bills were t-t-too much."
"Well that's just not good enough!" yells the hood. With his
hand, he pulls at the remainder of the women's nighty, tearing it
from her supple body in a single movement. One of the men who'd
tied up the husband moves forward. "Boss, can I have the
bastard?" "Sure Tony. Enjoy yourself while I fuck his tarty
wife!"
The four men in the room start to undress, all but one sporting
huge, stiff, pricks. The husband and wife look on in fear, unsure
of what might follow, but fearing the worse. Their expectations
are proved correct as the boss positions himself between the
wifes spread-apart thighs, and with a single thrust drives
himself into her warm exposed quim. She screams, hurting from the
rude intrusion, but the cruel hoodlum is unconcerned, reaching to
the dresser for a pair of panties, that he proceeds to push
between the full pink lips of her mouth.
As I read the book, I looked up at the 'kitchen' photograph. Gazing at
the young blonde mother, I imagine it is her, tied to a chair in front
of me, her lissome thighs spread for my pleasure. I allow my fingers
to touch the inside of her thigh, moving them upwards towards her
tightly stretched thin white panties. Her strawberry-blonde daughter
moves behind me, and I feel the fifteen year old's arms circling my
waist, as she pops the buttons on the fly of my Levis. My fingers
press under the women's panties, and I push my fore-finger into her
moist vagina, making her wiggle in embarrassment. Her daughter now has
my trousers and underpants at my ankles and I step out of them,
pushing another finger into the mother's cunt.
"Sabina...What are you doing?" the mother asks, distressed. "Shut up
Mummy, and let him do what he wants!" the captivating girl replies
with a giggle. Moving to her Mama's side, she moves a hand between her
own legs, stroking the inside of her soft pubescent thighs. Her hand
moves up, to the hem of the little blue night-shirt, and raises it to
fully expose the frilly white bikini panties. As she presses the
fingers of her other hand against the clearly defined cleft of her
labia, the little bimbo arches her back and emits a guttural sigh of
lust.
She raises her fingers to her pale pink lips, pouting like a little
girl, then slips the tips of her fingers into her mouth. You imagine
her panties dark from her moisture along the crease of her labia.
"What have you done to make her like this?" sobs her mother. Removing
the fingers from her mouth, the daughter replies "Mummy! I warned you
didn't I!". The teenage blonde peels her panties down, revealing a
thin blonde fuzz of pubic hair, then steps our of them. She brings
them to her mummy's face, placing their damp crotch between the poor
women's lips, and her own forefinger. With a push, she begins to stuff
the cum-soaked cotton into her own mothers mouth until just the string
of one waistband hangs down from her lips to her chin.
"Fuck mummy for me Ian. Pretty Please?"
As you savour the idea of the women's humiliation, you look at the
book, still masturbating from your fantasies.
The boss places his penis at the entrance to the wife's cunt,
then with a single push, fills her with his nine inches of hard
male flesh. The husband cries out at the cruel rape of his lovely
wife, only to feel a pair of hands spreading the cheeks of his
bottom. He sees in the dresser mirror a huge man, presumably
Tony, positioning his cock, ready to impale him on it.
"No....NO!" he shrieks, as Tony grabs his shoulders and pulls him
hard. The huge, thick penis is even larger than that now inside
his wife, and causes unbelievable agony as it tears through his
virgin rectum. Tony is vigourous in thrusting forward and
backwards, oblivious to the pain he is causing. Tony's face
contorts as he reaches orgasm, and he fills the man's anus with
his hot stinging ejaculate.
The boss, turned on by the distress the husband's rape is causing
his beautiful wife, also nears orgasm. "OK Slut... Unless you
want me to let Tony add your daughter's ass to his conquests
you'll do exactly as I ask. Understand?" The hog-tied woman nods
her agreement vigourously, and her assailant pulls the panties
from her mouth.
"Right baby, this is the low-down. You're going to turn me on by
saying obscene things about yourself. If they're dirty enough you
might make me cum onto your tarty little face. Otherwise, well,
otherwise we'll see how much better the young lady next door can
do."
The poor woman is dumbstruck from the horror of what is being
done to her. "I thought you were going to co-operate bitch!
Tony... get the girl!". "No...No.. I'll do what you say" sobs the
woman, finding her voice. "Good girl! Now tell me what a slut you
are!"
"I'm a slut. I'm a tramp. I enjoy you fucking me.." sobs the
woman. "You can do better than that! I want to hear the truth!
You want to be raped, sodomised, you want to be spanked and
whipped. You want to fuck your dog, and suck your daughter. Tony!
Go and get her!"
"NO! No.... I will...I'll do what you want, I am a slut and I
wanted to be raped by you. I wanted to feel a huge cock, a cock
too big for me, raping my pussy, while I'm slapped across the
face. Push my slutty face to the floor, and I'll pull apart my
buttocks and you can fuck my ass. Use a riding whip on my back
while you fuck me.. I'll spread my legs and enjoy it as you pull
out and my dog fucks me. I'll enjoy it, I'm a whore. I'll kiss my
daughters sweet pussy, then you'll spank me again. Make me hurt
but leave her alone."
As these obscenities come from her sweet mouth, the boss
ejaculates, spurting a wad of semen onto her cheek. As it drips
down the side of her face a second string of cum hits the bridge
of her nose, then a third shoots between her parted lips to land
on her tongue. "Don't swallow!" orders the boss.
On the dressing table sits a Polaroid camera. "Take dirty
pictures of each other huh? I'd like a little momento for me and
the boys. I'm going to take your photograph, and I want you to
smile, and allow my cum to dribble from your lips. Do that and
we'll go."
The boss sits himself on the edge of the bed, pointing towards
his captive. When the camera indicates that the flash is charged,
he motions for her to start. "Smile baby. Make love to the
camera, you've done it before I guess!" She pouts her lips as if
to whistle, and blows, and a globule of semen dribbles out, the
thick white cream leaving a glossy trail as it runs towards her
chin. "Smile!" She raises the corners of her mouth, and parts her
lips, little strings of cum stretching between them, and the boss
presses the shutter button. "Hold that pose baby" he says, now
surrounded by the other men, and shoots another frame.
As the semen begins to drip from the women's face, landing as
sticky strings on her firm young breasts, the men view the
pictures as they develop. Both show just her face, smiling, and
dripping with cum. "Tony.. Put one of these on the girl's pillow.
The other we'll take with us! A word to anyone baby, and I copy
this and push it through every mail-box in the street!"
The men run from the house laughing, the couple destined to
remain tied, until their daughter wakes up. As they reach the
town limits the boss stops. "Tony... did you leave the picture
for the girl to see?". There's no answer. "Shit! Where's Tony?"
The other men shrug their shoulders, and continue walking, away
from the scene of their crime.
As I reached this, the end of the book's first chapter, I looked at
the first picture, cute, pretty Nena, a dirty little bimbo, aching for
my cum. Wanking furiously, I climaxed, dripping my cum all over her
horny little black dress, making the ink run. If only it were real, I
contemplated, then remembering Juliette's letter, realised that it
could be.
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End of CUTE02
Cute
Part 3.
Having slept for most of the day, I awoke at dusk, ready for another
evening out.
I realised that the phone was ringing, so raced down-stairs to catch
it. "Hello - Ian speaking".
"Hi Ian! This is Sophie - did you have a good time last night?" Sophie
was my girlfriend, slightly older than me, and had been at cheer-
leader training the previous night. "Err, yes Soph - It was OK". "Well
listen, I've got some cinema tickets - do you want to come? They're
showing "The Exorcist" and "Evil Dead" - It should be really scary!"
I wondered for a moment whether Juliette would be there. The cinema
was run by some Italians, who didn't seem to take any attention of age
at the door, so most of the local kids went quite a lot. Sophie would
kill me if she found out about Juliette. It would also be very
embarrassing! All the same, I hadn't seen the movies before, and
Sophie was both one of the prettiest in town, and cute in the way I
liked, so I said I'd go.
Sophie was waiting outside when I arrived. I wouldn't have claimed to
be the best looking guy around, but for whatever reason the fifteen
year old blonde was infatuated with me, and we'd been going together
for weeks. Tonight, she wore the outfit I liked best ; a short pink
wool dress, really no more than a long sweater. It had a butterfly
stitched onto the pale pink wool with powder blue sequins, and reached
down to the middle of her knees and thighs. She ran over and kissed me
when I arrived. "Ian! I'm so glad you came. I've really missed you!"
she said in a little-girl voice. "Mummy and Daddy are away, so we
could go back to my house and play Trivial Pursuits afterwards!" She
had a dirty smile on her lips as she spoke, and it was quite clear
that Trivial Pursuits was not going to be the only game we would play.
I queued at the counter, presented our tickets, and after buying some
pop-corn and a hot-dog we went in, taking a back-row corner seat in
the large Odeon. As the trailers begin, I felt her hand resting on my
leg, so allowed my own hand to touch hers. The hem of her sweater had
pulled up, exposing most of her shapely long legs. Looking around, I
saw that we were separated from the rest of the audience who had
chosen seats closer to the front, obviously more interested in the
Exorcist than we were!
Turning left, towards Sophie, I swept her hair to the back of her
head, and kissed her ear, making her smile. Her legs parted slightly,
and I allowed my fingers to slip between the furrow of her thighs, and
up to the hem of her dress. Her hand moved up to the waist of my
jeans, slipping down the front, and finding the head of my penis that
was now standing hard and upright! "Your a tart Sophie" I told her.
"Hee..I am aren't I! A proper little slut and I love it!" she replied,
popping the buttons of my fly. She placed her left hand on my wrist
that lay against the woolly hem, and pulled my fingers towards her
midriff. Needing no more prompting I stroked the sensitive inner
thigh, the pressed against the front of her panties.
"Ohh Ian... Make me cum, I'm throbbing for you babes". I couldn't
believe that a girl could get so randy from just having her leg
stroked - At least I wouldn't have believed it until I met Sophie. I
moved my other hand to her pussy, my arm stretched as I tried to give
the appearance that I was watching the movie, and pulled at the crotch
of her panties. "OW!" she gasped. "You're pulling my pubic hair!" My
hand retreated, as I checked that no-one had heard her complaint. "No
babes, don't stop - I don't care, I feel so horny!"
She pulled on my stiff rod, and suddenly it was out, the flys of my
jeans parted, and my underpants pulled down to its base. She kissed me
on the nose, then moved her head down to my crotch, taking the blood-
filled head of my cock between her sweet young lips. Turning her body,
she knelt on the floor, between my spread thighs, looking up at me.
Her tongue ran up and down the stem of my cock, licking around the
ridge of its head, then moving to my balls, taking one in her mouth
and rubbing her tongue furiously against the wrinkled scrotum. Raising
her eyes to meet mine, she parted her lips, and touched the tips of
her first and second fingers to her tongue. She sucked at the fingers,
first to their knuckles, then slipping the whole of each into her
mouth. This show of girlish-ness preceded her moving the sucked
fingers back to the base of my scrotum, then pushing, between the
cleft of my buttocks to my rectum. Fiddling with my asshole, I nodded
in confirmation and felt the first finger push against my sphincter,
then enter me, soon followed by the second finger.
As she sucked and blowed, licked and kissed at my dick, her fingers
fiddled inside my ass, pushing deeply into it, pulling out, then
easing back in. "Ian... Make a mess of me. I'm a slut and I deserve no
better. Please Ian...I want to feel wanton..." she moaned, and started
picking up various bits of rubbish from the cinema's carpeted floor,
placing them on her seat.
"Make me sticky Ian, make a mess of my dress" she breathed between
long swipes of her tongue against my prick. SHe had positioned her
self astride one of my outstretched legs, and I noticed the she was
rubbing her crotch hard and fast against the toe of my shoe.
Perspiration ran down her pretty young face, smearing her make-up, as
she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects
she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I
asked, but she just shook her head from side to side. "I don't care,
please Ian, please!"
I picked up a half-finished cardboard cup of chocolate milk shake, not
entirely sure what she wanted me to do with it. She moved onto her
haunches and pulled at the neck of her blue woollen dress, stretching
it 18 inches from her throat. When released, it hung down, spoilt,
exposing the cleavage of her full breasts. She took the wrist of my
hand, holding the shake, and moved it towards her face, then twisted
it.
The thick milk-shake poured over her pale blue eyes, running down her
face, over her tongue that darted out to catch drips of the shake. It
covered the front of her dress, leaving a large white stain on the
material, while more went under its neck, dripping between her
breasts, over her tight tummy, and onto her spread young cunt. "More
Ian, more, please!" she pleaded returning her attention to my dick, as
I picked up a half eaten bar of chocolate. The heat of the cinema had
caused it to melt, and I opened one side of the paper and foil,
placing it against my palm, trying not to get too much of the sticky
brown goo on my fingers. Her head was bouncing up and down now, as I
brought my hand down on her tussled blonde hair pushing it against me
as I rubbed my chocolate covered palm, through her blonde bangs. I
grabbed a tussle of her chocolate-smeared hair and pushed her head
down on me, feeling the head of my penis enter her throat. As she
gagged, her contracting throat squeezed me deliciously, though soon
relaxed to accommodate my long weapon.
Her fingers wiggled as she pushed a third finger into my ass, her
other hand reaching out and placing a tub of half eaten ice-cream into
my free hand. I balanced the tub on her bobbing head, it's opening
downwards. Cream begin to seep into her already messy locks, but as I
pressed on it soft plastic base, the carton cracked, and a large
dollop of the cold vanilla ice-cream splattered into her hair. I took
some in my hand and reached below her hair, smearing the cream into
the part of her sweater that covered her budding young breasts.
The toe of my shoe was now penetrating her pussy, and she rode it like
a short, broad, cock, and I'd never before seen a girl looking quite
so slutty, even in the filthyest magazines and books. I picked up the
remaining items from the seat, the pop-corn and hot-dog. Sophie looked
up, and gave me the most dirty smile imaginable, then took the hot dog
from me. I begin to empty the carton into her hair, breaking up the
toffee-covered corns against her scalp. I pushed more corns between
the girth of my penis, and her pale-pink lips until her cheek were
full, enjoying the slight roughness as they pressed within her mouth
against my tool. With each thrust of her head, some popped out, the
wet toffee making some stick to her pretty face whilst other dropped
down the inside of her sweater.
Suddenly she moved her head from me, and leaned back. "Ian...Ian" she
panted. "Watch me...." She pulled the three fingers out from my ass,
waving them in-front of my eyes. "Oooh Ian. They're all dirty!" she
whimpered, parted her lips, licked the muck off each finger, then
tried to push her young hand into her mouth.
Her legs parted as far as they could, her sodden sweater hitched up to
her waist, she moved the hand from her mouth and, placed a finger on
each labia. Pushing them apart, she revealed the pink canal of her
vagina, then positioned the Hot-Dog bun at the entrance to her love-
hole. Squeezing the bun against the long weenie it contained she
started to push the ketchup covered mess into her young cunt. Ketchup
and sausage meat squelched out as she stuffed the food inside of her
thinly downed pussy, until, looking like a de-flowered virgin, all
that could be seen was a dribble of red sauce and her own juices
dripping towards her tight young anus.
As she slowly closed her legs the sausage-skin must have split inside
her, and bits of sausage, sodden bread, and ketchup spilled out in
strings, while she dribbled half chewed popcorn onto her body. Turned
on to an extreme by this, I ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot, thick
semen onto her tarty, slutty face. She was squeezing her breasts so
hard it must have hurt, as my cum joined the rest of the cream on her
dress, dripping from her face. She licked the last few strings of
semen from my cock-head then fell back to the carpet, exhausted.
"Thanks Ian.. That was wonderful" she said, looking like a strangely
erotic cross between the horniest tart and the messiest tramp.
"Sophie, I'm damned if I'm going to walk out with you looking like
that! Your hair's horrible, all stuck together with dried ice-cream,
and milk-shake. Your face is covered in cum and toffee. Your dress is
a disaster, stretched down below your tits, and stiff from all the
crap that's dried on it. It's not even covering your knickers!"
"I know Ian. There's nothing I can do about it, but hell, that felt
rude! Lets go now before the show finishes." I thought about making
her go on her own, but wanted to see her in the light, so followed her
to the exit. The girl in the ticket office, watched in astonishment as
this fifteen year old blonde, walked past, her dress finishing half
way down her panties, her face sopping with cum, her body drenched
with ice-cream and milk, and a little trail of bits of sausage meat
dripping down the inside of her exposed young thighs. A gang of youths
who obviously knew her, jeered. "Fuck Sophie - You slut! What have you
been doing" but she just smiled cutely, and dribbled semen from her
lips.
I gave her my long-coat to walk in, not so much out of pity, but
through a desire to avoid being blamed for this mess of a girl. When
we got inside the house she turned to me. "I want to do that again
Ian. They're showing Bambi tomorrow - Will you come with me?" "Take a
bath Sophie" I laughed, incredulous at the actions of this 'sweet'
young blonde.
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End of Cute, Part 3.
(Part 4 does not exist)
Part 5
As Sophie prepared a meal for him, Ian's thoughts returned to his
other little girl-friend, twelve year old Juliette. He found himself
in something of a dilemma. Sophie would go up the wall, if she found
out about Juliette. In fact, given the story she'd just dreamt up, he
found the potential consequences quite horrifying!
Unlike Soph, Juliette couldn't be considered a slut. In fact she was
as innocent and naive as they came, though the apparent subservience
of her letter suggested that she'd do pretty much anything that made
him feel good. He begin to wonder what he might do that would allow
him the pleasure of both girl's services at the same time.
Sophie walked in, a little trail of cum running from the inside of her
thigh, down to her knees. "Ian darling. I've made you some dinner!".
Ushering me to the dining table, she presented a plate of Steak au
Poivre and vegetables, with a bottle of french Chablis. "Mum will kill
me when she sees the wine's missing. Still, you know I only want the
best for you babes." I was no connoisseur, but this girl could cook,
and we both enjoyed the immaculately cooked meal.
As we completed the main course, I poured and drank the last drop of
Chablis. Seeing the empty glasses, my cute fifteen year old waitress
asks whether I want to open another bottle. "I think Dad keeps his
wine in the cellar. Do you want to choose one?". I was beginning to
develop a taste for the expensive food and drink, so nodded, and
followed Sophie to the hall, and down the stone cellar steps.
As we reached the foot of the old house's foundations, Sophie flicked
on the light-switch and gasped. The large stone walled room, certainly
did contain a tall rack of wine bottles. However, the cause of
Sophie's gasp was an array of pornographic posters, whips, and chains
that hung from the walls. "Your mom and dad must spend a lot of time
down here!" I said, sniggering. Sophie blushed, but scanned around the
room, noticing a large trunk placed in one corner.
Whilst I removed the cork from a bottle of wine, Sophie wandered over
to the trunk and opened it. She pulled out a thick sheep-skin rug that
covered its contents, waving it, then allowing it to drop to the
floor. Her next discovery seemed to be a bunch of black silk.
"Wow...It's from the party" she exclaimed. I must have looked blank,
since she continued "I had a fancy dress party to celebrate my
fourteenth birthday. My sister wore this. It's a french-maid costume."
As the held up the outfit, I saw that it was tiny, maybe 2' from top
to bottom. "How old's your sister Sophie?" "Oh, Melissa's only ten.
Don't you think that its cute?" "Sure is" I responded, wondering what
the hell her mom and dad were doing with it stashed in this apparent
den of iniquities.
Dropping the little dress to her feet, SOphie took the bottle of red-
wine from my hands. Lifting it to her pouty pink lips, she took a gulp
of wine, most of it running down her chin and staining the kimono.
"What is it about you Ian? I just want to be dirty when you're with
me..." she said, smiling. "Do you like it?".
"Yup Sophie. I guess I do.". As I spoke, I felt the urge to fuck the
girl re-awakening in my groin. Sophie was gazing at the distinctive
bulge with interest, as she pulled out a couple of magazines, and a
thick, leather-bound photo-album from the trunk.
As she peeked inside the magazines and album her eyes widened. "Shit!"
she exclaimed. "What is it I?" I asked, but re-closing the covers, she
shook her head. "You can look at them later. You just lie down on the
rug, and let me go and fetch the desert!".
For reasons unbeknown to me, she picked up the little black-silk
maid's dress before venturing up the stairs, as I looked around the
room. Placed on a small table nearby was a CD-Player, so picking out
an INXS album, I inserted the disc, hit the 'play' button, and filled
a large tumbler with some more wine.
As I lay back, listening to the music, I finished the glass, refilled
it and soon had finished the bottle. I was starting to feel distinctly
tipsy, as I closed my eyes, waiting for Sophie's return.
I don't know how long I slept, maybe an hour, maybe two. Anyway, when
I felt a hand caressing my long, hard cock, and the cold on my legs
(suggesting that my pants had somehow been removed) I guessed she was
back, and opened my eyes. Unsure of the sight in front of me, I
blinked, then looked again. Sophie had stood up, to my side, and,
carrying a small tray, had somehow dressed herself in the tiny fancy-
dress french-maid's costume!
The black satin was unbelievably tight around her torso, its little
puffed lace-trimmed shoulders digging into the flesh of her upper arm.
Just below a pink-ribbon choker that surrounded her neck, the two
nipples of her full breasts peeked out. The costume had been designed
for a flat-chested little girl, and the only way she could fit inside
of it, was through allowing her tits to be pulled way up, their upper
mounds bulging out of the frilled neck. As I looked on, she simply
lowered her chin, keeping her arms subserviently behind her back, and
licked the two exposed little pink erect nipples at once with a slow
swipe of her tongue.
As my eyes looked down the dress, I saw its flared skirt and multiple
frilly under-skirts start halfway down her stomach, their hem
finishing just high enough to expose a narrow length of skin above a
tight pair of panties. A suspender-belt held up a pair of white fish-
net stockings, terminating in a pair of cute victorian-style ankle
boots that tightly clasped her feet.
She did a quick twirl for me, the many skirts riding up horizontal,
and I was shocked to notice how deeply the panties dug in to the young
flesh of her nubile bottom. Registering my concern she said "The
panties are Melissa's too" with a smile. "Do you think that they're
too small for me?" I wasn't going to complain. I found the bondage
imposed by the far-too-small costume to be very sexy, and smiled so
that she knew I approved.
"Can we play a game Ian? I want to be your docile, subservient naughty
french maid, and you can be my rich English Lord and master!". "Sure!"
I replied. Standing up from the rug, I walked to, and sat down on, a
deep red leather arm-chair that was placed in a corner of her parent's
make-believe 'dungeon'. Relaxing deep into the seat, I joined in the
game, ordering my pretty, blonde slave-girl to bring me my desert.
Keeping her legs together and straight, she bent down and picked up
the tray. Her ass towards me, I enjoyed the sight of the black silk
dress, and white lace underskirts as they popped up, revealing the
panties deeply pulled between the cheeks of her ass. The tight
knickers even penetrated the cleft of her labia, providing a clear
view of her blonde-downed cunt for my pleasure.
Turning round, eyes subserviently down, she walked towards me, swaying
her lithe young hips with each step. "Your desert master" she
commented demurely, placing the tray on my lap. I took a mouthful of
it, and realised that she trifle tasted like she'd made it with pure
alcohol. "You call this desert!" I exclaimed, playing the game. With
that I raised the dish, and emptied the results of her culinary
efforts onto the dusty stone cellar floor.
She smiled, then returning to her part, mouthed a coy pout. "Must I
lick it up master?" she asked, the desire in her voice far to obvious
to be mistaken. "Yes my little french tramp!". "I know that I'm a
tramp master. I'm a whore, a brazen hussy, a strumpet, and I don;t
know why you keep me. I deserve to be punished my lord. " Before
kneeling on the floor, the took one of the small canes that hung onto
the cellar walls, and passed it to me.
As she lowered her sweet young face to the mess on the floor, her
skirts rose up, and without leaving my chair I brought the cane hard
down on her pantied buttocks. "Lick it up you dirty bimbo slut!" I
ordered, as she rubbed her face into the dusty mess of fruit, jello,
and sponge her cute pink tongue lapping away. "I deserve worse than
this Lord. You are too easy on me, and I will never learn to be
better." Needing no further encouragement, I repeated the thrashing of
her buttocks, enjoying the Swish and Crack as the cane did its worse.
After ten or fifteen swipes, I realised that the wine had taken its
toll on me. "Sophie - will you stop for a moment - I need to use the
john" I said, but she wasn't going to leave her character that easily.
Her eyes sparkled with delight as she looked up, saying "No my lord. I
should be your toilet. You must teach me that it is all I'm worth!"
Her face was covered in the trifle remains as she spoke, some of it
dripping onto the lace apron that fronted the costume. As I stood up,
she eased down my underpants, taking my soft penis between her
fingers.
I tried to release my full bladder but it wouldn't work. "I can't
Sophie - It's too filthy!". "Aww, Please Ian? Please try for me?" she
said in a little girl voice. My prick pointed towards the apron, I
finally felt a jerk, and a small shower of piss erupted, landing on
her apron and thighs. She immediately brought her tongue to my cock-
head, licking the droplets of urine that remained. "Yes Ian.... Yes
Please!" she exclaimed, as, unable to prevent it, my bladder released
and a steady stream of pee started to pour into her mouth. She took a
gulp, then moved her hair under the flow, then sprayed the steamy
yellow smelly liquid over her face, smearing her carefully applied
make-up. As the pressure of the flow started to drop, she took my
prick back into her mouth, closing her lips around it, and with her
adams apple bobbing up and down, started swallowing my pee.
Only after the last drop of piss had been sucked from my cock, did she
stop to breath for air. Her hair was soaked to the scalp, little
trails of piss dried on her face, and the maids costume showed patches
of a vague yellow hue. As she knelt, looking up at me, she said
"Master, I need also to piss. What shall I do?". "I don;t know" I
replied. "What do you suggest?".
The slutty nymphet, wandered over to a sofa and picked a small
cushion. Returning to the crate, she closed its lid, then placed the
cushion on the floor by its side. I couldn't guess what her intention
was, but guessed it would be dirty.
Lying on the floor, her head on the cushion, she raised her legs onto
the crate, then, arching her legs and back and pushing towards the
crate with her hands, she lifted her cute behind so that it sat on the
wooden box. Her head, remaining on the floor, was 2-3 ' lower than her
ass, her body angled at 45 degrees. She then pulled her knees back,
until they touched her breasts, her thighs slightly parted in a baby-
doll pose. Pushing a hand under her tight panties, she grunted, and at
first I didn't understand what she was doing. It then became clear, as
a dark stain of urine begin to soak into the pretty, cotton, briefs.
Soon, a little stream of urine was visible, running onto her tummy and
under the bodice of her dress, before rea-appearing between her
crushed breasts. Angling her neck, she opened her mouth, putting her
tongue to this high cleavage, and started lapping at her own warm
urine. Some missed her tongue, running into the locks of her hair,
before dripping into the soft cushion on which she lay. As she tried
to swallow, the pungent liquid made her cough, bringing urine up
through her nose. Sometimes the stream would dribble around her mouth,
into her pretty blue eyes, that reddened as she resolutely kept them
open.
This had to be the most sluttish exhibition I had ever seen a girl
perform. And that included pictures of old-tarts giving donkeys a
blow-job. Of course, my S&M novel went further, as did Sophie's story
about the school-girls, but the difference was that this was real, and
she was in ecstasy! I could see her finger furiously rubbing her
clitoris, under the wet, and now transparent, panties. As the stream
of urine diminished, her body jerked in the throes of orgasm, and
turning her head she smiled, and blew me a kiss, a drop of orange
piss, running from the corner of her slightly parted lips.
"Did that please you master?" she asked. I nodded, but looked down at
my penis that stood erect and throbbing between my thighs. "Bring me
the books you were looking at now, Slave" I asked. Shaking her head
she replied "No my Lord, I can't do that." "Sophie? Did you just
disagree with me?"
"Yes I did" she said quietly. "I shouldn't have done. It was very bad
of me. You must cane me again". She lifted her damp middle finger to
her lips, and sucked its end cutely. Walking to the wall, she selected
a small leather strap, and handed it to me. Then, returning to the
wall, she slipped a wrist into a small manacle that was attached via a
chain to the thick stone wall. "Master, I am worried that I may cry
out or try to move, and that would be naughty. I must be restrained
and gagged." I couldn't see anything with which to gag her, and told
her so. "There is something Master". "What?" I asked. "My panties
master..."
Without waiting for my assistance, she used her free hand to peel off
the piss and cum soaked cotton knickers, stepping out of them. "Once I
am gagged I won;t be able to tell you when to stop Lord. I think that
it is good for me to be completely at your mercy. You will be able to
do absolutely anything to me, and I deserve the harshest punishment."
With that, she lifted the panties to her lips, pushing them in,
between them, until her cheeks bulged with the sodden material.
I wasn't too sure about going through with this. I knew that I was
very highly sexed, but Sophie made me feel like a virgin. Her eyes
pleading with me, I wandered to her, and snapped shut the other
manacle. Putting on a show for me, she rested her cheek against the
cold stone wall, arched her back, and widely parted her long straight
legs, her little boots pointing slightly inwards.
Raising the little whip, I started by thrashing her ass until it was a
wonderful deep shade of pink, then moved my blows lower, hitting the
backs of her legs between the stocking-tops and the lower curve of her
buns. The harder I struck, the more she arched her back, pushing her
sweet behind towards the pain-inflicting tawse. As my arm tired, I
finished with a few sweeping undercuts, directing the whip up into the
valley of her young cunt, and making her jump in the air with pain.
Finally I opened the manacles, and released her, and with a few
quavering steps, she collapsed onto the rug.
"Are you alright Sophie?" I asked, rushing to her. Tears came from her
eyes, but she was smiling. "Yes Ian, that was lovely."
After fetching some baby-lotion from the upstairs kitchen, I helped
her out of the dress, and saw deep red marks where the tight material
had bit into her. Placing her on her stomach, I rubbed the lotion into
her sore ass, allowing by fingers to run between the crevice of her
cheeks, and enter her tight little bottom-hole. I positioned the head
of my penis into the cleft, and let her feel it, poised at the
entrance. "Go on Ian" she whispered. "Please, fill my ass with your
love." I easily slid into her tight rectum, aided by the slippery
cream, and massaged her shoulders as I pistonned in and out. After
moments, I felt myself cumming, and, pulling out, thrust myself into
her sweet warm cunt, and filled it with my juices.
After laying together for some time, Sophie took my hand, and moved me
to the steps, pausing briefly to collect the magazines and album from
the floor. From the hall, we took a second flight of steps, and after
putting my clean clothes in her bedroom, and her soiled costumes in
the washer, we took a quick shower, then climbed into bed. Together,
the two of us slept quickly, and soundly, exhausted from our antics of
the day.
When I woke the following morning, my penis was standing hard and
upright, revigorated from a good night's sleep. "Good Morning Ian"
said Sophie. Even when I saw her stood next to the bed, in a short
white night-shirt I wondered if the previous day's events had all been
a dream. Then, placed on her dressing-table I noticed first, her pink
and blue woollen dress, the stains visible even to my bleary eyes, and
next to it the magazines and book from her parent's cellar.
As she walked to the window, opening the curtains and filling the room
with sun-light, I could see the soft-sillohette of her body and thighs
beneath the white material of her bed shirt. My eager-to-please,
platinum blonde fifteen year-old, had made me a coffee and some toast,
so as I enjoyed my breakfast-in-bed I asked her about the magazines
and album. "Sophie? Why wouldn't you let me see them?" "Let me show
them to you Ian, then you'll understand."
She placed them on a bed-side cabinet, then slid into bed next to me.
Placing a pillow under my head, I sat up, as she passed me the first
magazine. From its cover, I could see that it was some sort of
specialist bondage title, a pretty young blonde woman hog-tied up on
the floor, a large red ball-gag filling her mouth. As I flicked
through it, I saw that the magazine showed a tale of bondage, starting
with the fully-dressed blonde visiting an unknown customer in a hotel
room. The final photographs, showed her naked, suspended from a hook
in the room's ceiling, her body tightly roped, with silver clamps
attached to her nipples and clitoris. The photographs were quite well
shot, soft-focus, and pretty despite their hard subject material.
"Well?" I asked. "They're not that bad Sophie. Did you think that
they'd shock me?" "No!" replied Sophie. "But don't you realise?
They're of Mummy!"
I must have blushed, for she added "don't worry Ian, I think they're
quite nice in a funny sort of way. She only looks about 20, they must
have been taken just after I was born, yet her body looks good doesn't
it!" I had to agree, and smiled. "The other's are worse though Ian"
she told me, passing the second magazine.
It bore the title "Baby-Doll" and was filled with photographs of
apparently young girls. Some of them looked rather silly, a bit like
Sophie in the french-maid costume, girls in their late teens, sucking
their thumbs, and dressed in little-girl smocks. Other's, however,
were more convincing, their almost flat chests reminding me of
Juliette. "Who's in this one?" I asked, preparing myself for the
worst. "Oh, no-one. It just helps explain Mom and Dad's interests."
Indicating that I didn't understand, she passed the photo-album,
opening it on my lap.
It was filled with pages of photographs of Sophie, her sister, and
other young girls, in various states of undress. Most were fairly
innocuous - pictures of the two pre-pubescent sisters playing in the
bath, carefully washing each other's bodies. Other's had clearly been
taken with hidden camera's, one showing a naked fourteen year-old
Sophie, lying on her bed, her middle finger pressed deep into her
pussy as she enjoyed a private masturbate. "The worst ones are at the
back" she told me as I flicked through the pages." The final set of
photographs showed her in bed with her little sister, apparently
whilst they were on vacation in Canada. The two young girls were fast
asleep, but standing to their side was Sophie's father, his penis
poking out from his pants. His fist was wrapped around the long cock,
and the second photograph showed a spray of cum arcing towards the
girls' sweet young faces. A final pair of close-ups revealed little
globules of cum in their hair and on their faces, as they slept on,
oblivious.
"You must feel awful Sophie" I told her, but she shook her head. "He
should have told me", she said. "He's a nice man, and I love him. I
would have let him fuck me if he'd asked. It just makes me feel a
little shy, and its a bit of a shock..."
"Your sister looks lovely though!" I commented, and she turned to me
and smiled. "She's very pretty isn't she. But little girl's usually
are at that age. Still Ian, you can't have her. I want her to make her
own mind up about boys, and sex, when she's good and ready."
"Do you like other girls though Soph?" I asked, wondering if my line
of questioning would lead to tears. "I don't know really" she replied.
"I look at Melissa's pictures, and think maybe, if I felt really
horny, I would enjoy making love to her. But I wouldn't because she's
my sister and I don't think it would be right. Why do you ask?"
I knew then that it was time to tell her about Juliette.
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End of Cute part 5.