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Authors name: Friar Dave (no address)
Story title : Angie The Landlord's Daughter - 3

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Angie The Landlord's Daughter - 3 (M/f-pre, ped, affair)
by Friar Dave

***

She shifted carefully but it was enough to wake me from 
my light doze. "I'm kind of hungry... still."

"Oh... sure." I took a deep breath and disentangled 
myself from her. I sat up and she climbed to her knees 
and hugged me from behind. I could feel her small, hard 
breasts against my back. When she released me, I turned 
and gave her little kiss and slipped my arm around her 
for a light hug. "I've got to get you something to 
wear," I told her. I opened a dresser drawer and handed 
her a long, tank-top tee-shirt. It was a bit large on 
me; I figured it would be adequate for her.

"I'm all gooey and sticky," she said. "Can I take a 
shower?"

"Sure." 

She scampered off the bed, gave me a peck on the lips 
and half-skipped out of the bedroom, leaving me with 
just an impression of hard, dimpled little butt-cheeks 
and bounceless young tits. Seconds later, I heard the 
shower running.

I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and padded into the 
kitchen. While she showered, I took out the salad-keeper 
and some cold cuts and bread, then took down a couple of 
plates and bowls. I set everything out, buffet style, on 
the butcher-block countertop I'd put in, then added some 
flatware, a jar of pickles and set out the mustard.

The shower stopped and I heard a toothbrush in use, 
followed by gargling. She appeared just as I laid out 
the paper napkins. 

I'd been right about the tank-top. The tee-shirt fell 
below her knees and the neckline was so low on her that 
I could almost see her nipples. The rest of her torso 
was completely hidden in the voluminous folds. With her 
freshly scrubbed face glowing and her hair pulled back 
into a cascading semi-ponytail, she managed to look 
about nine years old. 

Had I really just fucked, licked and been sucked by this 
kid? I began to doubt my own sanity. 

Then she came over, wrapped her arms around my waist and 
pressed herself against me. All those tight little 
curves moved against me and I felt my cock hardening. So 
did she. She tilted her head back and I looked down into 
that lovely young face and saw an ad for Lust, Inc.

"Still hungry?" I asked.

The eyes opened. The smile came on. "Yeah!"

I turned her away from me, to face the buffet. "Help 
yourself."

She surprised me with her efficiency. She managed to 
assemble a ham-and-swiss-and-salami on rye with lots of 
mustard in a little less than a minute. She took a bite 
and scooped out some salad. She took another bite and a 
pair of pickles appeared on the sandwich plate.

"Soda and milk and juice in the refrigerator."

"Um-hm." Another bite; the sandwich was half-gone. While 
she brought out the ginger ale, I quickly made a ham-
and-swiss for myself and took some salad. By the time 
she'd poured the ginger ale into a glass, her sandwich 
was history. I scooted out of the way while she 
assembled a second one. 

We loaded up a serving tray and I was surprised that her 
sandwich survived the trip to the book-strewn living 
room. I was also surprised that my self-control survived 
the trip. She was still damp from the shower and the 
tee-shirt was clinging to her ripe little peach of an 
ass as she preceded me through the apartment.

She chattered as she devoured the rest of her sandwich. 
About school, her friends, a Menudo tour. About the two 
dance classes she was taking -- three times a week at an 
aerobic dance studio and once a week at a ballet school. 
She was on her school's gymnastics team. She wanted to 
try out for cheerleading. And during all this, she was 
wiping out her salad and her pickles.

I'd almost forgotten how much energy a healthy twelve-
year-old can have. Frightening.

She shifted on the couch so her legs were curled and 
hidden inside the tank-top. Then she shifted and sat 
sideways, legs stretched out on the cushions. Two 
minutes later, she was sitting forward on the edge of 
the couch. Another two minutes and she was sprawled 
face-down on the couch.

Which again revealed the now-damp tee-shirt clinging to 
her upthrust little buns. I had just finished my salad 
and was leaning forward from my reading chair, which is 
at a right angle to the couch, to put the plate on the 
cocktail table.

"Is that all you're going to eat?"

I leaned back in my chair. "Angie, tell me a secret."

She shrugged. "Sure."

"Where did you put all that food? I could barely finish 
mine and I weigh almost 200 pounds. You went through 
twice as much food -- in half the time, I would note -- 
and you weigh... What?"

"Seventy-one pounds." She grinned. "I guess I just burn 
up the calories!" Her eyes went to my crotch, where the 
sight of her sprawled on the couch had caused an 
outstanding reaction. "Hmmmm -- and I'm still a little 
hungry." She licked her lips for effect. 

It was effective.

"Wanna go back in the bedroom?"

"Angie..."

"C'mon." She started to get up off the couch. The neck 
of the tank-top dipped and her nipples, hard and 
inviting, came into view. "C'mon, I'm already getting 
wet again."

"I want to rinse off in the shower, first."

She was pulling the tee-shirt over her head while she 
still sat on the couch. Of course, the shutters were 
wide open.

"Angie! People will see you from across the street."

"Guess you better hurry with that shower," she said, 
pinching one fine little nipple and rubbing her thighs 
together. 

"Angie!"

"Watch this." She rolled sideways, lay back full-length 
on the couch and then did a slow-motion sit-up. When she 
stopped, her forehead was on her knees. She parted her 
legs, reached between with both arms and grabbed her 
calves. Then she rolled onto her back, hooked her elbows 
behind her knees and balanced on her butt, rocking. 
Right below her pretty face was her lovely, hairless 
pussy, all glistening and pink. Below that was her 
tightly stretched ass cheeks and between them, the tiny 
pink pin-hole of her anus.

"Give you any ideas?" Then she giggled.

I was across the three feet to the couch in about three-
fifths of a second. I bent and planted a kiss on her 
mouth, then a long slow lick on her nearby lower lips 
and then lightly tongued her asshole.

"Oh, yeahhhhh..."

"Shower." I hurried out of the room as I heard her 
groan. I was in and out of that shower in less than five 
minutes. I ran to the bedroom.

Empty.

"Oh, shit," I said to my own clever self. I grabbed my 
bathrobe and pulled it on as I hurried to the living 
room.

Sure enough -- Angie was still in her contortionist's 
position, and her fingers were dancing all over her cunt 
and clit. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as 
she worked at her slick, shiny little pussy.

I stepped to the windows and closed the shutters as fast 
as I could manage. 

"C'mon, c'mon, do me," she was breathing, softly panting 
the words, as she did herself. I worked my hands under 
her back, grabbed her little ass and lifted her into my 
arms, with her head against my shoulder. Cradling her 
against me that way, I carried her lusty, curled-up, 
seventy-pound frame to the bedroom and lowered her to 
the bed. Then I lowered my lips to her pussy. 

"Yes! YES!" she yelped as my tongue hit her clit. She 
unfolded and shook as she came. I was still standing at 
the foot of the bed, bent over her with my cock waving 
above her face as I bent to her savory pussy. The backs 
of her thighs were resting against the backs of my arms. 
I shifted to let her flop her lovely legs on the bed, 
spread. With one hand under her and bracing myself on 
the other, I pulled her ass up off the bed, keeping my 
mouth on her delicious little quim. She reached up to 
grab my dick and squeeze it, then arched her head back. 
She couldn't quite reach it.

Shrugging off the robe, I crawled up on the bed. I took 
her narrow little hips in my hands and rolled onto my 
back, bringing her with me. The scream-muffling pillow 
from our earlier sport was against my shoulder. I wedged 
it beneath my shoulders so I could rest comfortably, my 
head partially raised. I pulled her cunt back down onto 
my mouth and resumed my dessert. 

I slid my hands up to her waist -- which I could very 
nearly encircle -- and then to her breasts. Firm and 
smooth, they barely filled my palms. I caught her 
nipples lightly in my fingers as I continued licking her 
cunt and clit and she groaned like she was possessed and 
mashed her cunt down on me. Her juices were flowing 
abundantly, again.

I let her lower her upper body on trembling arms and 
felt her hair touch my thigh. Then I felt her gobble my 
cock. She had her head turned to one side, laying on my 
abdomen, and she was just sucking away like a nursing 
baby.

I did the same to her little clit, occasionally pausing 
to push my tongue as far as I could into the tiny 
opening of her cunt. She was so hot by this point that 
she just lay there, sucking me at one end, and pulsing 
into an orgasm every half-minute or so at the other end.

The flow of her juices never slowed and it gave me an 
idea. Reaching around the outsides of her thighs with 
both hands, I let my fingers do the walking over her 
taut, tiny ass. My fingertips lightly grazed in the 
crevice of those hard little cheeks, then continued 
farther, between her thighs. I slowly sank my right 
index finger into her cunt. She gripped it inside 
fiercely, then stiffened and shook through another 
orgasm, pausing in her sucking only long enough to try 
to scream around my cock. 

I withdrew the invader and then sent the index finger of 
my left hand inside her -- with the same reaction. But I 
kept it there, moving it in and out in time to my 
licking and lip-nibbling on her cunt and her 
prodigiously swollen clitoris. Then I moved my well-
slicked right index finger back up to her asshole.

She tensed slightly when she felt it pressing there, but 
when her next orgasm struck and then passed, I pushed it 
slowly inside, to the first knuckle. I could feel my 
other finger working in her tight cunt -- barely. Her 
ass was so tight that the circulation in my finger was 
being restricted.

I pushed it in a little more and she seemed to loosen up 
a bit -- and then she was rotating her youthful hips. I 
began working both fingers in and out of her twin 
openings, syncopated so that as one went in, the other 
came out. Each time, she took more and more of my finger 
into her small asshole.

When it was in all the way to the palm, she suddenly 
tensed all over. I could feel her yowling on my cock as 
she came. Her asshole clenched spastically, in time with 
her cunt. I pushed the cunt reaming finger in all the 
way, too -- but without withdrawing my other finger from 
her ass.

She came like a woman having a fit, writhing and humping 
and bucking and growling. She abruptly redoubled her 
sucking on my cock, vacuuming it as if to vent all the 
sensations she was feeling. Despite my two earlier cums, 
the combination of her flavors, the feeling of her now 
nearly constant orgasms on my finger and the feel of her 
mouth around my dick were threatening to set me off 
again.

I pulled my fingers slowly out of her and leaned up to 
lick first her cunt, then her asshole. She shook all 
over. I pulled her off me and quickly turned her to 
straddle me. Her expression was crazed as I lowered her 
trembling hips over my cock. She could barely hold 
herself upright. For what I had in mind, that was okay.

She managed to wedge her tiny, flowing cunt open against 
the tip of my cock and held my dick in place until it 
was lodged there. Then her arms hung limp as I lowered 
her onto my dick. 

At first I didn't think it was going to fit. She was 
still spasming and the fearsome constrictions seemed 
incessant. Finally I pulled her hips down a little and 
my cockhead was going back into that velvet vise of 
hers. She groaned, a low sound from deep in her throat, 
and sank slowly onto my prick. I let her fall gently 
forward onto me. 

She seemed to have no strength anywhere but inside. Her 
hips barely moved, but her cunt muscles kept fluttering 
on me as her head came to rest on my chest. I 
manipulated her legs till she was crouched on her knees 
on top of me. Then I grabbed her little hips and began 
pumping her up and down on my cock, using just the 
strength of my arms.

She made hardly any sound at all now -- if you didn't 
count the rasp of her breath through her nose and the 
little grunts of pleasure each time she did a round-trip 
on my dick. But I knew she was cumming all the time 
because of the way her pussy was clenching on me.

My arms gave out pretty quickly, but the effort had 
brought me back from the brink of ejaculation, as I'd 
hoped, despite the sensation of her pre-teen quim 
sucking hotly on my cock. I rolled her onto her back, 
turning with her to keep my rigid prick inside her. Her 
arms, limp, fell wide apart to either side of her.

I looked down as I began slowly pumping her again. Her 
face was slack, except for occasional tightenings that 
matched the movements of her pussy on me. Her nipples 
were swollen like the tips of Hershey's Chocolate Kisses 
-- dark and sharp-pointed and perfectly defined. I 
looked lower, to where her up-tilted hips were caught in 
my grip. When I pressed into her, I could see her 
abdomen bulge, and watched the rippling of her firm 
muscles as she clenched down on me and came.

My dick was soaking wet and looked monstrous sliding in 
and out of those hairless, pubescent pubes. Her cunt 
lips were stretched around my shaft and seemed to be 
coating my cock. Her clit was clearly visible, 
protruding above her stretched-thin cunt lips like a 
little beacon.

I lifted her right leg high and turned her as if she 
were spitted on my cock. She lay limp, hips rolling 
gracefully, as I turned her over the rest of the way 
onto her belly. Lifting her hips with one hand, I 
stuffed the pillow under her. I lowered myself slowly, 
nearly covering her, letting my weight drive my cock 
into her upturned pussy until I felt her hard little ass 
against my abdomen and my knees outside of hers.

Moving only my hips, I began thrusting in and out of 
her, long, slow, loving strokes that changed in angle 
and speed just enough to keep hitting her from new 
directions. She began to moan again, loudly, with each 
push, but she seemed only to have enough strength to 
press her hips up at me to meet me. I bent as much as I 
could to kiss her under her right ear.

"Feel good, baby?"

Her eyes opened just a slit. I don't think she could see 
me. "I just can't stop cumming," she whispered, barely 
audible. "It just doesn't stop..." She sounded as if she 
were a long way off.

"I want to get in your ass now, okay?"

"Anything, anything, just keep fucking me..."

Without interrupting my rhythm, I reached to the dresser 
and found the tube of lubricant. I levered my upper body 
upright, pulling my knees up alongside and outside of 
her hips. I kept pumping her, slowly, as I broke the 
seal on the tube and squirted some of the gel onto my 
fingers. I reached down and pushed the tip of one finger 
into her ass and felt her cunt get crazy on my now-
motionless cock.

I worked the finger farther into her. She pushed her ass 
up, taking it slowly -- but without pause. The pressure 
on my cock was becoming unbearable. I began moving the 
finger in and out of her ass as I slowly withdrew my 
prick from her cunt. It came out with a loud smacking 
sound and bobbed angrily above her butt. She was still 
rolling her ass up and around on the invading finger 
while I squirted a big doze of the lubricant all over my 
dick. Even the coolness of the gel couldn't chill my 
lust as I took my finger from her butt.

I looked down at her ass. It could have been an apple 
with a narrow cleft, it was so small and round and hard. 
I put the head of my cock against her tiny asshole and 
began pushing. Angie moaned loudly and pulled her arms 
in under her chest, her hands on her shoulders. She 
waggled her little ass slowly from side to side, arching 
in all different angles and pushing up at me.

I watched her asshole give grudging way, expanding 
little by little as my fat cock pried at her little bud. 
The sensation was like nothing I'd ever dealt with 
before. I could tell she was trying to relax her 
sphincter, because it would seem to give way, stretching 
-- and then suddenly it would flutter on my glans, which 
didn't seem to be more than a third of the way in her.

I pulled back, grabbed the tube of lubricant and put it 
against her ass and squeezed about half the gel on, in 
and around her asshole. 

"'s cold," she mumbled.

I put my cock against her asshole again and pushed. She 
moaned again and began moving her little ass around and 
hunching it up at me. I felt the stricture moving back 
on my knob and rolled my hips at different angles until, 
suddenly, her ass just seemed to suck the glans into 
her.

"AAuuuuuuuugghhhh..." Her cry started out loud and high 
and trailed down soft and low, almost a continuous 
grunt. She lay there shivering beneath me, ass taut with 
the strain of holding perfectly still. Big, bright beads 
of sweat appeared all over her back and shoulders.

I put my face close to hers and whispered, "Honey, we 
can stop this if it's hurting you too much..."

She managed to shake her head against the pillow. She 
was deeply flushed and her nostrils were flaring with 
her breathing. "Doesn't hurt ... Just feels -- scary? 
Yeah, something so big in there, pushing in, stretching 
so much. Go slow?"

I kissed the side of her mouth. "Say the word and we 
stop."

"Do me. Starting to feel kind of okay."

I pushed slowly down into her, by cautious fractions of 
an inch. Her rectum was gripping my cock like some kind 
of very hot vise. Her sphincters continued fluttering, 
but less frequently as she got the hang of relaxing. 
When I was about a third of the way into her, she gave a 
little yelp and I froze.

"E-e-easy," she half-sobbed. 

I almost pulled out right then and there. This was 
obviously a strain for her. While I thought it over, she 
got impatient and moaned, "C'mon, fuck my ass!"

I resumed the reaming and when I had almost five inches 
of cock throbbing in her tight anal grip, she began a 
low growling noise that rose in pitch and volume as I 
sank the last inch or so into her against a strange, 
increasing resistance that was like an elastic pressure. 
When my abdomen was pressed tight against her hard 
little ass and my pubic hair was flattened into the 
shallow crevice of her butt she started panting, harder 
and louder -- and then tensed up and came! Her asshole 
closed around the base of my cock so tightly that I 
thought she was going to pinch it off right there. She 
shook beneath me.

"Ooooohhh fuuuuuu--ck!" she howled into the pillow, hips 
jerking.

I tried pulling back just a little and pressing into her 
again. Her ass had loosened just enough for me to stroke 
-- with effort -- and that odd last inch of resistance 
was still there against my knob. She grunted when I 
twitched still deeper in her. I stroked again, a little 
longer movement -- maybe two inches -- and she was 
pushing her baby butt up to meet my plunge. I increased 
the length of the next stroke and slowed the insertion 
and she jerked her ass up at me to take me in faster -- 
and held her ass back against me, grinding for more.

"Put your hands on your little puss, baby. I want you to 
do that while I do you!"

She worked her hands down between her cunt and the 
pillow under the slender hips I was gripping and pulling 
a little higher. I looked down at her tiny butt pressed 
against me. I could see where my thick, rude dick 
disappeared into her fearsomely stretched little asshole 
and spread her cheeks for a better look. 

My hands almost covered her round young ass. I squeezed 
that sweet flesh and pulled out till only my glans was 
still trapped by her spasming sphincters, then slid 
slowly allllll the way back into her steamy depths. I 
hit bottom just as her fingers got working on her clit 
and she came.

She thrashed and groaned and bucked and moaned. I pulled 
all the way back again and thrust down into her hard 
enough to trap her hands under her, against the pillow. 

"I -- I can't take much more!" she wailed. "I can't stop 
cumming -- It's scaring me to cum like this! Please, cum 
-- please!"

I held my hips down and flailed at her nymphet ass with 
short, quick strokes. Her asshole was gripping the full 
length of my cock, spasms running up and down over my 
dick and ripping away the last of my self-control.

"Cum -- in -- my -- ass! Cum -- in -- my -- ass!" she 
chant-grunted with each reaming, ass-boring thrust. 
"Now! NOW!" she demanded, and her orgasm became 
frightening in its totality. She contracted on me, all 
of her, every muscle taut and every part of her shaking. 
She was sucking in a long breath with a sound like heavy 
wool slowly tearing while her little asshole spasmed and 
milked at my cock.

"Damn!" I breathed and began pouring my jism into her. 
Her asshole was so tight about my cock that again, my 
spurts were restricted and turned into one, long gusher 
of cum that drained ever-so-slowly into her hot, 
receptive little ass. 

And she could feel it, too, because she shrieked: "It's 
so fucking hot! More!"

It felt like I was cumming in her for hours, and then it 
stopped -- and my dick began a series of wrenching, 
staccato spurts into her rectum. I pulled back and drove 
into her again, sliding in my own cum, as well as the 
lubricating gel, and she screamed unintelligibly and 
came all the harder. 

Her scream went higher and softer into the pillow and 
then she turned all sinuous and rippling beneath me. 
Huge, racking heaves of her small form, driving her hips 
back and up at me so hard that she nearly threw me off 
her. Her legs began to stiffen and then this seventy-
pound twelve-year-old began lifting me off the bed as 
she drove her ass up at my erupting cock.

I slammed into her as hard as I could, driving her prone 
-- back down to the bed -- and loosed the last semen in 
my balls in her. My nuts kept jerking as if trying to 
force-produce more cum for my still-jerking cock. 

She suddenly went limp and I felt awareness drifting 
while my cock finally stuttered and stopped trying to do 
the impossible. I had enough presence of mind -- and 
barely enough strength -- to wrap an arm around her and 
roll her onto her side with me, cradling her spoon-style 
against me.

My cock was still stuffed into her little ass and hadn't 
lost all its stiffness, by a long shot; she was so tight 
that her asshole wasn't letting all the erection-
producing blood escape. And it was still clenching 
occasionally. Then I realized that even unconscious, her 
fingers still moved between her legs.

We lay like that for a long time. When my dick had 
finally shriveled enough, I began pulling it out of her. 
The movement reactivated something her and she jerked 
within my arms, her sphincters squeezing down on my limp 
prick. When the glans was almost out, she squeezed 
again. My dick stretched out between us like we were 
having a tug-of-war. I pushed back toward her a little. 
Her ass relaxed and I pulled my cock completely out of 
her. 

My prick was a mess; it looked like it had just been in 
a small, virgin asshole. I rolled carefully off the bed 
and staggered softly into the shower to clean myself up. 
I came back with a warm washcloth and a soft towel. She 
murmured wordlessly at my ministrations and sighed with 
soft, sleepy pleasure, then rolled herself contentedly 
into my arms, with her head on my shoulder, and promptly 
did a great imitation of a wet washrag, draping herself 
limply over me.

I lay motionless for a long time, savoring the feel of 
her against me, the wonderful warmth and closeness. My 
cock was a little sore, my balls ached and I'd 
rediscovered muscles during our fucking that I'd long 
since forgotten I'd had. There wee potential 
complications that terrified me about this whole episode 
-- and I felt good about it. For sheer, hedonistic 
pleasure, this was superb. For feeling close and warm 
and loving, this was great. For taking responsibility...

Now, *there* was a question.

I ran my hands over the short length of her, from her 
tender shoulders to the back of her knees, savoring 
every square inch in between. I let my fingers linger, 
splayed, on her little ass, covering both cheeks. I let 
my hands lightly gauge her waist -- could it be so tiny? 
I concentrated on the feel of her quickening breasts 
pressed against me -- could they really be so small and 
firm?

I wrapped my arms around her, tiny lover, and held her 
close. She murmured wordlessly against the side of my 
neck and shifted, legs parting, to straddle my thigh. 
She sighed softly in her sleep, contented. I had made 
love to her and she to me. Whatever might come of it, we 
would deal with well and honestly and -- I trusted -- 
with maturity. 

I was worried more about my maturity than hers. I knew 
it was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or should be no 
more than that. But I wanted it to happen again. I 
wondered if she wanted it to happen again. I wondered if 
it should happen again. Or if she thought it should ever 
happen again. Or if anyone else thought it should happen 
again.


END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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