Ah, pussy!

Brian Thorston thought this to himself as he sunk his cock into the soft, moist flesh of his lover's womanhood.

In Brian's opinion, pussy was the finest thing on Earth and the one he was boning right now was worthy of top honors. That it was nestled between the legs of woman who was married to a man other than Brian himself, and a mother of two, was not a concern of his. Liz Barlow was stuck in an awful marriage to an abusive drunk, and if she found escape from her disappointing love life in the form of another man's cock, who was Brian Thorston to judge? And if that cock was his, and better still if she gladly let him go in bare and finish the deed inside her, then all the better, right? Damn right! And besides, not only was she a gorgeous woman, blond and tan, fit as a pro athlete and nicely stacked, but she was also a wonderful companion in other respects, too. Smart, sharp-witted, and so very sweet, traits that--along with her fabulous good looks--she's passed on to her two adorable daughters. Brian couldn't imagine what sort of an idiot would choose drink over this woman. Made him want to punch some sense into her husband, that's for damn sure.

But--Ah, pussy!--right now he was benefiting fantastically from her husband's incredible lack of judgment, and he intended to take full advantage of it. He delved deep inside, his cockhead an heroic explorer, plumbing the depths of this wet and wondrous cave; a brave, solitary spelunker, searching deep for the ultimate reward. His balls, super-charged right now, provided fuel to a powerful piston that plunged and reared and plunged again as it worked so diligently at its appointed task, driving the rod in and out of the woman's glistening font.

Oh, fuck, pussy is so nice! Especially when it belongs to a woman who wants you to be in charge and will let you do whatever you want!

Liz let out a little moan, the sweetest sound you could imagine. Brian knew her thoughts were similar to his, he knew how much she loved cock and loved to be balled by him. But when she opened her eyes, shining bright blue, and wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered, "Come inside today you fucking stud. Make a baby inside me!" his poor balls had met their match and they let loose their glorious creative spunk and he bellowed like some sort of animal while he unloaded into the woman's cunt. All the way in, a glorious pump; out, then all the way in again and another glorious pump. As he finished, a few more solid thrusts and sizable shots, he found once again that it was a lot of fun to fill another man's wife with his cum.

After an appropriate few minutes of postplay--a little kissing and tender hugging--he'd gone to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash his sweaty face. He hadn't bothered to dress, he didn't even put on even his boxer shorts, since her husband was out of town all week for work and the girls... where were the girls again?

As he dried his face on a towel, he happened to look in the mirror. There, looking back at him, was the shocked face of Millie Barlow. It was an adorable face, tanned and round and framed with dark hair, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. After a moment, her beautiful hazel eyes narrowed at his reflection, giving him an accusatory look.

"Did you just... 'do it?' With my mom?!?" she asked. The look on her reflected face may have been disgust, though possibly simply disbelief. He wasn't sure which.

Brian just paused, holding the towel to his face. "Do it?" was all he came up with to say, as if he was such a moron he didn't understand what she meant.

"Yeah," she said. "You just had sex with her, right? You just fucked her, right?" The strong emphasis on the word "fuck," quite a startling thing to hear from the mouth of an adorable little eleven year old girl, made her unhappiness unequivocally clear.

Despite being completely naked, Brian turned to face the girl. "Millie..." he said. He saw her eyes fall down to his cock, then she turn and ran away.

Still buck naked, he hurried back into the master bedroom, into the very room where little Millie was conceived eleven years earlier. Liz was still lying on the bed, her legs open as she diddled lazily with her clit, a puddle of their adulterously commingled cum spilling out from her sex and onto the bedsheet between her legs.

"Um, Millie's home," he said. He started pulling on his shorts. "She knows... She saw what we were doing, or she heard it, or something. She knows."

"Shit!" Liz sat up, looking confused and concerned. "She has soccer! What time is it?"

"Is it alright if I go talk to her?" Brian asked, pulling on his shirt. "She's pretty upset, and..."

"You? I mean, I guess..." She obviously wasn't at all certain why Brian should be the one to have the necessary conversation with the girl, and Brian wasn't about to tell her the truth, that he and Millie had a relationship of their own and he was keenly interested in patching up whatever harm he might have just done to it by getting caught having sex with her mother. So he just finished pulling on his shirt and hurried back out of the room and down the hall to Millie's.

The little eleven year old was laying face down on her bed, her head buried in a pile of pillows.

"Millie..." Brian said gently.

"Go away!" her muffled voice returned from within the pillows.

"Listen... Sweetheart..." He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Go away," she said again, this time much quieter, and with less conviction.

He put his hands on her shoulders and began gently rubbing her back. "Millie," he said softly to the back of the girl's head, "your mom and I are close friends, and..."

"Is she your 'girlfriend?'" the muffled voice asked with a somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word "girlfriend."

"Huh?" he said, sounding like an idiot. "No! I mean, of course not. She's married, and..."

"That didn't stop you from having sex with her."

"Yeah... Look, I"m sorry, Millie..."

"No, I'm sorry," the muffled voice said.

"You're sorry?!?"

"I'm sorry I'm just a silly girl."

"Millie, you're not a silly girl!"

"I am. I thought maybe you might want to be, like, my boyfriend," Millie said face-down into the pillows.

"Sweetheart," he said, still gently rubbing the girl's shoulders, "I'd love to be your boyfriend."

"Really?" She finally turned her head, so that her face wasn't buried in her pillow, and for the first time he saw the sparkle in her hazel eyes. God he loved that sparkle!

"I'd be honored," he said. He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. "This thing with your mom, it's not serious, it's just, she needs a little distraction, you know, because your dad..." He didn't know exactly how to finish the thought, but he didn't need to, Millie understood quite well what he meant, and she nodded. "I promise I won't do it again," he said, and then he added, "if it bothers you."

She smiled, a sweet little smile that made her look just adorable. "It doesn't bother me," she said softly. "I like it that you want to make her feel good."

He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead again. "You are so sweet, Millie."

"Does she make you feel good, too?"

"Um, yeah, I guess..."

"You like it better because you can use her vagina. Right?"

"No, not at all!"

"I know guys like to use vaginas."

"I love what you do, Millie... I love what you did that night, at the wedding."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely." He leaned over and kissed her cheek this time.

"I told you then that you can use my vagina, remember?"

"I'll never forget that, Millie."

"I meant it, you know. I want you to."

He leaned over again and kissed her on the lips this time. "You're very sweet, Millie."

"Hey you guys," Brian heard Liz's voice from the doorway to Millie's bedroom. Shit, did she see me kissing her daughter? "You OK, Millie?" Liz asked.

"I'm fine, Mom," the girl answered, perhaps a bit sardonically.

"Good, good." You could sense the guilt in her voice. "Um, I'm gonna jump in the shower, so..."

"OK," both Brian and Millie said in unison, and Liz, awkwardly dressed in only a terrycloth bathrobe, stepped away from the door and down the hall.

Millie looked back at Brian. "Do you want to do it right now?"

"Huh?" He sounded like an idiot again.

"You know, put it in my vagina!"

His heart caught in his throat. "Right now?" He felt a certain stirring in his loins...

"I'll let you," she said, "if you want to."

A part of him--the part that was growing increasingly hard, as well as becoming increasingly obvious, in his shorts--wanted to jump on top of the girl and mount her immediately. It took a great deal of self-control for him to respond the way he knew was more appropriate. "Oh god, Millie, I really want to!" he said, in all honesty. "But I don't think we'd have enough time." He gave a heavy sigh, clearly indicating his even heavier sense of disappointment. "Your mom might catch us, and that would be... you know. And besides, we don't want to be rushed."

"I guess you're right."

"We want to take our time!" He smiled at her. "When it's your first time, you want it to be special."

She smiled. "That sounds nice."

"We should do it at my apartment," he said. "That'd be the best."

"I can come over tomorrow!!!" she bubbled in her adorable way. Brian's cock hardened even more. "I can ride my bike over, after soccer!!! I'm done at noon so we could have all day!!!"

"Perfect!" His cock was rock hard now at the prospect of fucking sweet adorable Millie all the next afternoon. "Um..." He had an idea...

Brian stood up, next to the bed, and looked quickly and surreptitiously at the doorway. "As long as your mom's in the shower, what do you say to you giving me a quickie with your mouth?"

Millie just gave him a great big smile, by way of an answer. A few seconds later, she'd sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'll catch it all in my mouth," she said. "I promise. I wouldn't want to get any on my teeshirt, would I?"

"No, you wouldn't," Brian answered, his heart thumping.

He dropped his shorts to his knees, and Millie was the second Barlow woman he'd penetrated that afternoon.

Ah, a little mouth!

Brian Thorston thought that to himself as she wrapped her shiny pink lips around the crown of his head and gave him a suck. He always enjoyed a lady's mouth, almost as much as a pussy. In some ways even more. And he'd never had his cock inside a better mouth than Millie's. She might be underage, in fact a preteen, but she was an eager little cocksucker, that's for sure! What she lacked in experience and skill, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, not to mention she was just so adorable that simply looking at her made him want to cum. And so he held her head and face-fucked the little girl, sliding in and out of her soft warm mouth, while she stroked and sucked and lapped at his head with her tongue and stared up at him with adoration.

"Oh, Millie," he whispered. Damn, she's so good I'm already gonna cum! "You ready?!? It's time for you to take it!" He was practically shouting now.

The little sweetie nodded.

"Oh, Fuck!" he hollered, even louder now, way louder than he had intended, as his cum boiled and he orgasmed inside a Barlow woman for a second time that day. Little Millie, the little trooper, kept her lips locked tight around his head, sucking hard while he came. And of course she caught it all, just like she promised. As he pulled his happy dick out of the little girl, she opened her mouth to show him his cum, like she knew he liked.

Right about at that moment, Brian heard a sound from the doorway to Millie's bedroom. He turned to look, with his pants still down around his knees, and there was Millie's older sister, Ellie, standing there staring at her little sister and him. Ellie's big blue eyes were wide, her mouth was agape and her braces were shining.

"You guys!" she said. "Oh my God! Mom's just in the other room!"

"What's that, Ellie?" Brian heard their mother holler. He grabbed his shorts and yanked them up, and Millie gulped down his semen, just as their mom appeared next to Ellie in the doorway. She looked concerned. "Everything OK?" She looked from Millie, sitting on the bed and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, to Brian, with his erection still visible in his shorts.

"So..." Liz said. They were sitting out on the back deck having a couple glasses of wine. "I ought to call the cops on you, huh?"

"Huh?" He was pretty sure she knew what was going on in Millie's room, but he held out hope that he could at least feign ignorance about what she thought she knew.

"It's not like it's hard to figure out what you were doing with Millie." She took a sip of her wine and raised her eyebrows over the rim at him. She waited a while for him to say something. His heart was racing, wondering what the fuck was going to happen now. His life flashed before his eyes. Ten years in prison seemed the most likely outcome.

"Why'd you leave the door open, you moron?" she asked. "What, didya want Ellie to catch you or something?"

"Liz..."

"It's a little boorish, isn't it? First you fuck her mom, then you go in her bedroom to console her about it and wind up sticking your cock in her mouth? At least I hope that's all you did, was stick it in her mouth."

"She offered," he said defensively, and regretted it immediately as a very stupid thing to say. Humble apology was his only hope now. "I mean... I'm sorry... It's just..."

"Oh, she offered, did she?" the woman said, taking a big drink of her wine and pouring some more. "What, is Millie the neighborhood cocksucker now?"

"Of course not!" Brian took a huge gulp of wine himself.

"Well if she offered, then it wasn't her first time, right? How long have you been doing her?" She filled his glass, then looked at him with narrow eyes. "Are you fucking her?"

"No!"

"Well, that's good. She's only eleven, you know. You'd probably tear her apart." She took another sip, while Brian downed his fresh glass in one very nervous gulp. "If you're gonna fuck one of my daughters," she said, filling his glass again, "do Ellie. At least she's got tits."

"Liz..."

She smiled at him. A genuinely sweet smile! He felt the stress level in his body suddenly reduced substantially with that smile.

"Look," she said, followed by a pause, "it's OK with me if you and Millie play around a little bit. Just be careful, OK? Her dad'll kill you if he finds out. And, you know she's got a tender heart. If you hurt her, I will kill you myself."

He nodded, feeling bewildered by the woman's reaction.

"I think it's good for a girl to learn," she added. "It was good for me, that's for sure. As long as it's a decent enough guy that's teaching her."

"I definitely agree."

"Oh, I'm sure you do!" She smiled again. "You know, I'm strangely turned on by the fact that my daughter is hot for my boyfriend. Is that weird?"

He let out a little laugh, and shook his head. "No, it's not weird."

"You don't think so? Well, good. Because what I really want to do right now is go back upstairs and fuck again!" She drank down the rest of her wine and stood up. "And you can't exactly say no, can you? I got you just where I want you now, you asshole!" She was grinning ear to ear now.

And so it was that Brian was plunging his dick into the soft velvety warmth of Liz Barlow's wonderful cunt once again that glorious afternoon. It probably goes without saying that he felt at that moment like the luckiest man on Earth.

He'd noticed, when Liz had enthusiastically dragged him by the hand into her bedroom a second time, that she'd left the door slightly ajar. That made him smile. And so, as he was fucking her sloppy cunt, sloshing away inside her wide-open wetness, he knew that Millie and Ellie were on the other side of the door, peeking in. He could hear them giggling, and he would look over at them and they'd duck back outside into the hall. And then one time, when he caught Ellie looking, she didn't duck back, she stayed and grinned and gave him a little wave.

"Hi, Ellie!" he said, a bit breathlessly from the sex. "Why don't you come on in?"

"Oh fuck," her mother said from underneath him.

The cute young teen ducked back out into the hallway, but it was inspiration enough for Brian and he started orgasming, and he dumped his third load that fine afternoon. He could hear the girls giggling in the hallway as he grunted while he finished the task.

Before he left, he surreptitiously wrote his address and phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to Millie. "Text me anytime :)" he wrote below the number.

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"Dum duh DUM!..." Brian's phone chimed the ominous ringtone of an incoming text message. His phone was out of his pocket in an instant in the hope that it might be his little girlfriend Millie, whom he was expecting at his house in a couple of hours.

"Soccer practice is soooooo boring!!!!" the text read.

He laughed out loud, so loud in fact that all the people around him at the Home Depot--and that amounted to a lot of people--turned to look at him. He barely even noticed, already typing his reply, but had he noticed he would have been sorely tempted to wave the phone in their direction and exclaim that he had just gotten a text from a unbelievably hot little eleven year old who was going to come over to his place that afternoon so that they could fuck! So there, bitches!

It's good thing he barely noticed, that would have been a problematic response.

"That sucks," he typed back. "Going to be done early then maybe?"

"No! Coach is a dink!"

"Aww... I hope you'll still be up for coming over afterwards?"

"YES!!!!!!!!!!"

He laughed out loud again, and everyone looked. See, bitches? The girl is hot!

Brian could hardly hide his excitement, and possibly also his angst, as he opened the door two hours later. Literally, his hands were shaking. Millie stood before him with a big beautiful smile on her face.

"Hi, Brian!" she said with bubbly enthusiasm.

God, she's so beautiful. She's got the compact body of a soccer player, toned and muscular. Really, the girl ought to be sculpted in marble by a master artist, she has such a beautiful form. Her brown hair was shining in the sunshine along with her hazel eyes, and she looked particularly nicely tanned right now, with the glow of the early afternoon light adding to the beauty of her skin. She was dressed in her soccer uniform, baggy green shorts and a green and white striped jersey with a big number 7 in the middle. She even still had her shin guards on.

"My lucky number 7!" he said as he gestured her into his apartment. He was rock hard already, just from looking at her in that adorable soccer outfit.

He had set the scene in anticipation of her arrival. There were flowers in a vase on the coffee table and a bottle of champagne cooling next to them. The lights were off and the curtains pulled, with some soft cool jazz playing on his ipod.

She grinned as she looked around. "Are these for me?" she said, pointing at the flowers.

"Yep," he answered, rocking nervously back on his heels.

"Champagne?!?" she said, noticing the bottle next. "I love champagne!"

"Do you want a glass?"

"Yes please!"

The two lovers, the man and his little girl, sat together on the couch, sipping their champagne and smiling bashfully at each other. Brian knew they should take their time, that he should be careful and cautious, to make sure that the girl was as comfortable as possible. But his little head was doing all the thinking now, perched as it was atop a big stiff cock and a set of aching balls. Let's go, dude, cockhead was saying. She's ready, she wants me, let me at her. It's time for that little eleven year old pussy to put out.

And Brian didn't need much convincing. He was all over little Millie before she'd even finished her first glass of champagne, and she didn't seem to mind at all. At first he just pushed her gently, but assertively, back into the couch, and their lips met and their tongues flirted in her mouth. Oh, man, did little Millie taste so good! Like candy and flowers and Oh fuck! He could feel his cock leaking, pressure building. God I gotta get him inside her! I gotta unload in her little pussy!

It was all he could do to hold back even a little bit, but he had to advance the ball, and fast. He knew he had the advantage here, she wasn't going to say no, no matter what he did. He could just yank her shorts down and fuck her right now and she wouldn't resist. But he had to slow down, he knew that, so he broke their kiss and sat up. He hooked his finger under the bottom hem of her soccer jersey.

"Should we take your shirt off now?"

She looked up at him with her wide sparkling eyes, and raised her arms up in the air to let him pull it off.

It had been a while since Brian had seen those little nipples. Her little cherry blossoms, her little dollops of pink cream. Oh my god they were the sexiest things he'd ever seen, standing up a half-inch from her otherwise flat chest, her undeveloped breasts so pale-white where her tan lines ended.

"Oh Millie," he whispered, "you're so beautiful."

She smiled so sweetly.

He reached out and gently touched one of her nipples, and at the same time she picked her champagne glass up off the coffee table and drank the rest of it in a big nervous gulp. He picked up the bottle and filled both of their glasses, and then they sat there together, little Millie bare-chested and red-faced, and drank their champagne.

"How was practice?" he asked her, loving the idea of sitting there talking with her while she was topless.

"It sucked!" she grinned.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! All I wanted was to get over here!"

"Sweet! I couldn't wait either."

They took few more sips, enough to calm himself down a little bit more, he set his glass down on the table. He reached his hands over to the girl. "Stand up, Millie," he said. "Stand up in front of me." The girl rose as he lifted her, and when she was in front of him he put his hands on her sides and leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

More candy, more flowers, the taste of heaven embedded in a little girl's breast. Her nipple was so soft against his tongue, such a delicate little thing, and he lapped at it and suckled like a baby. He heard her moan and felt her breath increase and as he moved to her other candy nipple he slid his hands around to her back, then down to her bottom. He slipped them under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down, in, under her panties and to the bare flesh of her buttocks. Her breath increased dramatically, light and rapid. He leaned back, away from her beautiful girlish chest, and looked up at her face, bright red and glassy-eyed.

His hands gripped tightly to her ass, squeezing, and he moved his arms, opening them, which caused her shorts and panties to begin to fall. Time for little pussy to come out to play.

Green soccer shorts and sweet pink panties at her ankles now, and Lucky Number 7 was naked in front of him, except her cleats and her shin guards. He was surprised to see that she had pubic hair; not much, but a little patch of brown curls atop a chubby little mound. The darkness of the hair contrasted delightfully with the pale flesh of her pudendum.

"Millie," he said softly, looking up at the little angel, "you probably need a shower, after soccer practice, huh? Should we go take a shower together?"

She nodded.

"And then... we can go to my bedroom, and..."

She smiled up at him this time as she nodded.

"...and make love," he finished.

She smiled even more.

It was so adorable, how Millie just held onto his cock through the whole shower. Her hands were all over it, like she couldn't get enough of it and she never wanted to let it go. He washed her, all over her gorgeous little body, lathering her with soap and spraying her down with the removable shower head while she giggled and held tight to his cock. He fingered her pussy while he washed her down there, then fingered her a little more, sliding up and down her warm, pale lips. He washed himself, too; he had her lift his shaft up to his belly while she held it tight, so he could wash his balls, and then she reached down and cupped her little fingers over them, once they were clean.

Brian turned off the shower, and as the two of them stood dripping together in the stall, he put his hands on top of the little girl's head. "Millie," he said, pushing her down. "suck me, suck my cock, now."

She looked up at him with large doleful eyes as she fell down to her knees in front of him. "But I thought you wanted..." He pulled her into him, his cockhead bumping against her lips. "...to fuck..."

"Just suck me for a little while!" He commanded. He felt her open her lips, felt her soft tongue lap at his leaking hole, licking up his precum. She engulfed him entirely, his head into her warm mouth, her lips wrapped around him all the way down below his crown. "And then!" he said, the words caught in his throat as he tried to catch a breath from the intense feeling of her tiny mouth around his engorged and aching head. "And then I'll fuck you Millie!" he shouted. "Oh baby, you want me to fuck you, don't you!"

She looked up at him and nodded, very emphatically, his cock bobbing along with her head.

He held her tight, fingers wrapped in her wet hair. "I'll fuck you all day long, Millie! Just... just swallow my cock! I'm gonna go in deep, Millie! I'm gonna go in your throat! Swallow!"

And then he held her head tightly in place as he shoved his cock down her tight little throat. She swallowed, just as he had commanded, and took him deep.

Her eyes went wide, and as her nose buried into his pubic hair, she pushed her head back against the powerful hold he had on her, and he let her go. She pulled off, about as quickly as he had shoved in, and he only experienced for a brief heartbeat the wonderful warm tightness of her throat. Once she was off, she hacked and coughed a few times, then both of them just stayed there motionless, panting hard.

"I'm sorry, Millie, I got..."

"It's OK," she interrupted, looking up at him with her big wide eyes. "You can do it again if you want." And she opened her mouth wide.

"Oh Millie!" he moaned, taking hold of her head again..

"Unless..." she said, "...you want to put it in my vagina now."

"I do, Millie," he said breathlessly, quietly. "I want to fuck you, right now."

"OK."

He laid the naked little girl down on his bed. Their bodies were still slippery wet as he climbed onto her, they hadn't even bothered to dry off, and she seemed so tiny underneath him. So tiny! He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. Then her chin, then her throat, then her chest. He worked down, kissing nipples, solar plexus, belly button. Down even further, nuzzling into her soft downy pubic hair. Down, and down, he went down on her, until his lips found paradise. He kissed little pussy, then kissed her again as the girl raised her hips off the bed and pressed her sex into his face. He licked, and tasted. Oh my god she tasted perfect, the most heavenly flavor he had ever experienced; the candy and flowers of her mouth and her nipples, but now mixed with pungent womanhood. Millie's womanhood. Paradise!

As his tongue pressed in between her lips, he knew he had to have her. Now.

It took all the restraint he could muster to spend even one moment licking her stiff little clit, poking out of its sheath to greet him like an eager, adorable lover, before he rose up above her.

His cock was rock hard and steaming hot, sticking out from his body like a massive third appendage and facing right at the girl, a menacing weapon ready to steal her innocence away. Her eyes were focused on it, wide and shining. The thick veins along the underside of his shaft were pulsing, and each throb brought forth another drop of frothy liquid which dribbled down in a viscous string, falling onto her belly. His was a tool perfectly designed to implant sperm inside her little preteen womb, and it was about to do its appointed task with perfection.

He had a very serious look on his face as he leaned over her, supporting himself above her with one hand and reaching down to his cock with the other. He adjusted his knees, to get a better purchase, and helped his cock find its mark. Her pubic hair, so soft and delicate on the underside of his head as he dragged it down, now sticky-thick with his leaking precum, provided a perfect v-shaped conduit, down to her waiting lips, and his cock slipped down until he felt their slick warmth.

Ah, pussy!

It was love, absolute, unbridled, pure love, that his cock felt at that moment. He pulsed and throbbed in response to this overwhelming emotion, and a large stream of precum oozed out of his head to lubricate its prize. In response, little pussy opened, dilating, and then gushed. Come on in, penis, she whispered, coating the thick head in her glorious wetness. I've been waiting for you.

His head slipped in easily, her hot silky lips wrapping succulently half-way down to his crown. Only then did he encounter the resistance he expected. Gripping his cock tightly, he pushed in, and little Millie arched her back, closed her eyes, and let out a painful little moan. But that was all it took. He could feel his cockhead passing through the torn remains of her maidenhead.

He pulled back, pushed in, tearing her hymen open wider, burrowing in deeper. Little pussy was so tiny she could barely accommodate the thick girth of his head and Millie moaned painfully as he pushed in, two inches now, back and in again, no hymen left at all, three inches, back, in, four! His head nestled into the back of her vagina, extremely happy to have found that warm soft flesh, and he held himself inside her now.

"Are you OK?" he whispered gently to his little lover. She managed a nod, but no words yet.

"I'm all the way inside," he said. She nodded again and smiled just a very, very little.

"I'm going to start fucking you now." She nodded and smiled a little more.

He pulled back, and little Millie's baby eleven year old pussy reluctantly let go of its tight grip and let her lover leave her. He felt the shock of the cool afternoon air on his hot wet cock, and drove back in. The girl grunted. He pulled back and drove in again, and then he lay down on her completely, she was so tiny underneath him! and commenced to fucking her like a man fucks his woman: long, hard strokes, over and over.

He was so primed now it hardly took any time at all for him to reach the point of no return, which was a blessing for little Millie, whose poor overstretched pussy was in dire need of a break. But alas, these last few seconds would be the worst, since Brian had finally managed to stretch and mold the bruised back of her vagina enough that he could fit his entire six inches into her and his big balls slapped hard against her ass as he drove repeatedly into her, working himself up to what was certain to be the most glorious orgasm of his entire life.

It took longer than he expected. He was on the edge, ready to explode, for a good thirty or forty more solid hard thrusts into the poor girl's abused little pussy, until finally his cum boiled over and it exploded out. He slammed the head of his cock into the back of her preteen cunt and held himself above her, bellowing, as his orgasm finally overwhelmed him and his cum fired out, long and glorious, filling her full. The poor little thing had little choice but to just lay there under his large frame, completely overpowered, while he did his business inside her, slamming in deep, unloading, pulling back and slamming in and unloading again.

He felt utterly drained when he finally finished coming, and he just lay on her, holding her head tightly underneath him and catching his breath. Eventually his cock, newly flaccid and completely satisfied, slipped out of the girl's ravaged little pussy and he himself slipped off and onto the bed next to her.

"Thank you, Millie," he said softly, rubbing a hand against her red and inflamed cheek.

"Thank you, Brian," she said even more softly. She reached down between her legs, then lifted her hand up, a glob of pearly cum sticking to her fingers. There was a little blood, too.

"You came," she said, looking at her fingers.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Inside," she said, still looking at her fingers.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm sor..."

"I'm glad," she whispered, turning her head to look at him. "I wanted you to."

She lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked his cum off of them.

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, drinking hot cocoa, Millie in only her little pink panties and nothing else at all, Brian having thrown on only a teeshirt. Millie couldn't keep her hands off of him, touching and caressing his cock, and once he got hard again she lay down with her head on his lap and kissed his manhood, all over, every inch of his shaft and his aching balls.

She sat up and took a sip of her cocoa, smiling at him. "I like kissing it," she said.

"Millie, I'd love to do it again," he said gently to her, "if you think you're up for it."

"You want to do it in my vagina again?"

"Yeah... Yes, I do." He reached out and stroked her shoulder. "Unless... I understand if you're too sore."

She looked down at his cock, then back up at him. "Maybe it'd be better if we wait?"

"OK."

"But I'll let you, if you want," she said. "Or... you could do that thing in my mouth again... Where I swallow it?"

His heart was in his throat. This girl had a knack for doing that to him. "I'd like that, Millie," he managed to say.

"OK."

He had her lie on the couch this time and he climbed above her, his cock looking menacingly large as it hung over her face. She smiled as she kissed and licked him, and then he put his head in her mouth. In her warm, beautiful mouth!

She swallowed without him even telling her to, and he pushed in at the same time, and he sank all the way into her little throat, her nose nestled into his ballsack.

"Oh Millie," he moaned. It was an amazing feeling, so incredibly tight all along the length of his shaft. He'd never felt anything remotely like this before. He leaned over so that he was on his hands and knees above her and he began fucking her throat, pulling out until the tip of his cock had exited completely and only her lips were still holding him inside, then sliding all the way in, little Millie swallowing, until his balls slapped against her nose.

"Oh my god Millie!" he groaned. "Oh my god!"

It must have been terribly difficult for the girl, but she endured like the little trooper that she is, letting him gag her repeatedly with his cock. The sound alone was unbelievably erotic, a constant drumbeat of phlegm-soaked sloshing as he drove in and again as he pulled out, followed by a painful scratchy gasp as she tried to catch a breath before he plunged in again. Eventually the two of them got something of a rhythm going and she could catch her breath before she had to lock on and swallow again. At that point it was pure heaven for Brian and he knew he could finish inside her throat and he fucked her long and hard and glorious before he finally let himself orgasm again.

He groaned, deep and rich, as the first shot exploded down her throat, firing semen directly into her stomach. He pulled out then, giving her throat a much needed break and finishing in her mouth. The little girl kept her lips locked tight around his head and took every drop, gulping it down as he came.

"Ellie will be so jealous!" she said as she finally pulled her soccer uniform back on.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! She's never even given a guy a blow job before, and I'm three years younger than her and I've done everything!"

"It might not be a great idea to tell her what we did," he said.

"Oh? But I tell her everything! She's OK, she won't tell anyone, I promise. Besides, she already knows lots. She saw us yesterday, remember?"

"Right..."

"I won't tell her anything, if you don't want me to."

"That'd probably be best."

"But..." She smiled up at him, her toes crossed. "...if I do tell her.. she might want to do stuff with you."

"Really?" Brian felt his eyebrows raise at the idea.

"Would you want to do stuff with her?" Millie asked him.

"Maybe... If it'd be OK with her... and with you."

"It'd be OK with me. I mean, as long as you're still my boyfriend, and you still want to do stuff with me, then, yeah, you can do stuff with her too. That's OK."

"Well then!" he said.

"So it's OK if I tell her? You want me to ask her if she wants to do stuff with you?" she asked.

"Yeah!"

"Yay!" Millie said, and she stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss before she dashed out the door to ride her bicycle home.

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For the next story in this series, see: Millie's New Toy.

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