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Authors name: The White Rabbit
Story title : A Date for Kayleigh

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A Date for Kayleigh (Mf, rom, ped, 1st)
Author Name: The White Rabbit 
(white_rabbit27@hotmail.com)


It all began when I stopped to look at a group of 
little girls in the playground.

I've always enjoyed watching little girls. Don't 
misunderstand me: I don't go out of my way to do it. 
I don't lurk around playgrounds, one hand in my 
trousers. I certainly don't molest children, or even 
let them see anything unusual. I'm not naive enough 
to deny that my attraction is a sexual one; but the 
attraction is to children's beauty, innocence and 
natural grace. I'd sooner die than to turn one of 
these lovely creatures into a traumatized abuse 
victim. My sex life with children had always been 
entirely in my fantasies.

Until that day.

I was on a day off (I work some weekends, and so get 
days off in the week). It was the school holidays, 
too, and a bunch of eleven or twelve-year-old girls 
were hanging around in the playground. They ranged 
from vaguely attractive to very attractive; but I was 
curious, too. They were gathered in a huddle around 
something (or someone, I thought) and their body 
language was taunting and menacing. I was close 
enough to catch what they were saying, and heard a 
singsong chant: "Kayleigh's got no boyfriend, 
Kayleigh's got no boyfriend."

"Come on," said one girl, straightening up. My 
expertly unobvious once-over told me that she was 
perhaps the least attractive of the group. "Just 
leave the ugly bitch. I haven't got time for babies 
that no boy will look at." She was clearly the leader 
of the gang, and her followers obediently walked off 
after her, noses in the air, to gather at the 
opposite side of the playground.

The girl they'd been persecuting was sitting on a 
swing, head bent into her hands, long black hair 
covering her face. She was small and slender; but her 
baggy tee-shirt and jeans didn't reveal whether any 
shape was growing underneath. After a moment, she 
lifted her head up and looked around desolately. My 
heart gave a lurch. Tear-streaked and dirty as it 
was, she had the most perfect face I'd ever seen: 
sweet, expressive lips, a cute little nose and large 
grey eyes that would melt cast iron at a hundred 
paces.

She lowered her head and started crying again. I 
looked around. Her tormentors were looking over at 
her, laughing. That helped to decide me, and I 
genuinely wanted to help a child in distress, too; 
but would I have been so eager if she'd been plain? 
Perhaps not.

I walked over and stood beside the girl, aware that 
the other children were watching. "Are you all 
right?" I asked.

She looked up miserably. "Yes," she sniffed.

"You don't look it," I pointed out. She shrugged, and 
I sat down on the next swing. "Why were they teasing 
you?"

"B...because I'm not pretty, and the boys don't want 
me. Lots of the girls that are nine have got 
boyfriends, and I'm eleven, and no-one wants me."

"I don't know why that is," I told her, "but it's 
certainly not because you're not pretty. They were 
just jealous, because you're more gorgeous than the 
rest of them put together."

That got her attention, and she stared at me, those 
heartbreaking eyes wide. "You're just saying that."

"Why? I don't know you: I didn't have to come up to 
you and tell you you're beautiful. Did I?" She 
considered that for a while, then shook her head. "My 
name's Terry," I said. "What's yours?" I thought I'd 
got her name from the chant, but I wasn't sure.

"Kayleigh," she said gravely, and held out her hand, 
which I took.

"I don't know why the boys don't ask you. Boys are 
sometimes scared off, when a girl's too beautiful. 
Maybe that's it. Is there anyone you fancy?"

She screwed up her face. "Not really. Most of them 
are just silly. It's just... I'd like to have a 
boyfriend, so they won't laugh at me. But I'd rather 
have someone who's... oh, nice and kind and handsome. 
Like you, Terry." She looked up suddenly, a thought 
seeming to strike her. "Would you be my boyfriend?"

For an instant, I thought my heart was going to burst 
out of my body. "Kayleigh, that's a lovely thing to 
ask, but..."

"Oh, I know you won't want to really. But just for 
today. This afternoon. I'll be your girlfriend and 
you can be my boyfriend, and we can have a date." Her 
face fell. "If you want to, of course."

I looked at that pleading little face. Commonsense 
told me to say no; but those eyes were looking at me, 
and I wasn't cast iron or a hundred paces off. What 
was the harm? "I'd be delighted," I said.

Kayleigh's face lit up; and, if I'd thought her 
beautiful before, I realized now I hadn't had a clue. 
She jumped up, squealing with delight, flung her arms 
around me and gave me a big, smacking kiss on the 
mouth. Then, just as quickly, she pulled back, 
concern in her eyes, biting her bottom lip. "Oh... 
Sorry," she muttered.

I smiled, trying to distract myself from the stirring 
in my loins. "You don't have to be sorry, sweetheart. 
It was lovely, and that's what girlfriends and 
boyfriends do. Now, if we're having a date, what do 
you want to do?"

She squirmed, caught in a battle between good manners 
and a child's natural instinct to go for what she 
wants. The instinct won on points. "Well... We 
couldn't go to the pictures, could we?" She named a 
film, the current Hollywood must-see for kids. 
"Everyone's seen it. Can we?" Good manners managed to 
slip in a final gesture. "If it's not too much 
trouble."

"Of course it isn't," I reassured her. To tell the 
truth, I was quite looking forward to it myself. 
"There's just one thing."

"What?" Anxiety clouded her eyes.

I grinned. "Wash your face before we go. You're 
supposed to be my girlfriend, and everyone will think 
I've been mean to you, if you look like that."

She giggled, kissed me again delectably, and giggled 
some more; then she slipped her hand in mine and we 
walked out of the playground together. She stopped at 
the toilets to wash; and, while I waited, I glanced 
over at her tormentors. They were standing gazing 
over, silent, mouths open. For a moment, I was 
worried, in case they reported that Kayleigh had gone 
off with me. But there was nothing to worry about, 
because nothing illegal had happened or would happen. 
It wasn't against the law to take a child to the 
pictures.

We walked to the cinema, hand in hand, and talked. 
Kayleigh talked, that is, while I listened and put in 
comments. I didn't object: I enjoy children's 
prattle, anyway, and Kayleigh's was actually quite 
interesting. She was obviously a highly intelligent, 
mature child; but I got the impression that she 
wasn't used to having anyone who'd listen to her, so 
I was getting all her thoughts, her feelings, her 
insights into growing up, in one go.

I bought tickets for a show starting in half an hour, 
then we sat outside in the sun, continuing our one-
sided conversation. When it was time to go in, I 
bought us both coke and popcorn, and we went in. It 
was quite crowded, and I was looking for good seats, 
but Kayleigh dragged me up the stairs, to a more 
sparsely occupied section, with no-one sitting very 
close. "You've got to sit at the back, when you're on 
date," she explained patiently. "Everyone knows 
that."

We ate and drank through the trailers and the 
beginning of the film. Kayleigh finished her popcorn 
before I did, and began to eat mine, pretending she 
was stealing it, while I pretended not to notice. 
When it was all gone, she gave a contented sigh and 
snuggled up to me, in such a way that I had no choice 
but to put my arm around her. I glanced around 
guiltily, wondering if anyone was looking, before I 
realized that, even if anyone was close enough (which 
was unlikely), they would probably assume that she 
was my loving little daughter. I asked myself why, as 
it was all innocent, I felt guilty.

We remained like that for some time, watching the 
film, while I allowed my hand to idly caress 
Kayleigh's hair and shoulder. Every now and then, 
she'd sigh and wriggle in a go-on-don't-stop sort of 
way; and eventually, with a bigger wriggle, she 
turned and put both arms around me. Resting her head 
on my chest, she turned her attention back to the 
film.

I've never known whether or not she intended it; but 
one effect was that, with both her arms raised, mine 
slipped underneath and I found my hand resting on her 
chest. My first impulse was to pull it away, before 
she or anyone else noticed. But I doubted anyone 
would make us out in the dark; and Kayleigh, at that 
moment, gave a little whimper of pleasure and moved 
her body to and fro a couple of times against my open 
hand. Taking my cue from her, I started stroking her 
chest lightly, slowly, circling my touch closer and 
closer to where her breasts would be, if she had any. 
I was ready to withdraw, at the slightest hint of a 
protest, as though I hadn't really meant it; but, 
when my fingertips finally made contact with a little 
nipple, she raised her head a bit and whispered 
dreamily, "That's nice." Then her head returned to 
its place.

Bolder now, I began to fondle both her breasts. She 
wore no bra; and, as far as I could tell, through the 
tee-shirt, Kayleigh had only those slight puffy 
swellings that show a girl's approaching puberty, and 
give a hint of what will be there in a year's time. 
Her nipples, on the other hand, were bigger than I'd 
expected; and I realized, with a strange feeling of 
unreality, that they were erect. My little sweetheart 
was turned on by what I was doing.

I could just hear tiny moans coming from her, though 
I was confident that no-one else could hear above the 
soundtrack. After a while, I managed to bring my 
other arm around. Still playing with Kayleigh's cute 
little tits, I let this hand wander down over her 
belly and caress her thighs. Again, I was ready to 
retreat at a moment's notice; but her moans 
increased, and she thrust her pelvis forward at my 
exploring fingers.

Taking the bull by the horns, I let my fingers tickle 
up to her denim-covered crotch, to be rewarded by a 
whimper of joy; so I began rubbing harder. She 
squirmed, pressing herself closer to me, giving 
regular little moans. I continued this for some time, 
feeling my cock stiffen; but I resisted the 
temptation to try and delve inside her jeans. Even in 
the dark, that would be taking too much of a risk, in 
a crowded cinema.

Suddenly, without warning, Kayleigh reached up and 
kissed my cheek; then, moving round to my ear, she 
said, "Gotta have a wee." Sliding out from my 
embrace, she got up and made her way along the row.

The few minutes until she came back from the toilet 
were torture to me. Without her presence to reassure 
me, I was wondering if I really should be doing this. 
Granted, she seemed to be enjoying my attentions, and 
had even, to a large extent, initiated what we were 
doing; but maybe she was used to being groped. In 
which case, I was simply carrying it on. I had to 
admit that nothing about Kayleigh suggested an abused 
child; but I couldn't bear the thought that I might 
be an abuser.

On the other hand, I was also going through agonies 
about why she'd gone. There was no reason, of course, 
why she shouldn't have genuinely needed the toilet; 
but suppose she'd actually been terrified of me all 
this time, and was looking for an excuse to get away.

I needn't have worried. When Kayleigh had skipped 
back up the steps and along the row, she stood over 
me for an instant, then bent down to give me a quick 
kiss on the lips. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asked. 

I tried to keep my voice steady, and possibly 
succeeded as I replied, "Of course you can, 
sweetheart, if that's what you want."

She plunked herself down, legs hanging on either side 
of mine, back against my chest, her head lying 
against my shoulder. She wriggled and fidgeted for a 
few moments, and I wondered if she was simply unused 
to sitting on laps; until I realized, with a lurch, 
that she was trying to get her denim-clad crotch 
positioned on my cock. Finally succeeding, she 
settled down, then giggled. "Your willy's all hard," 
she whispered.

"Of course it is," I whispered back, trying to sound 
matter-of-fact. "It's not every day it gets the most 
beautiful little girl in the world sitting on it."

She giggled again; then started rocking gently back 
and forth, grinding her pussy over my cock, which 
instantly stiffened with aching desire for this 
little sex-pot. Trying to suppress a groan, I put my 
arms tightly around her body. I whispered in her ear, 
"You're incredible, darling, you're so sexy," and 
heard her alternately moaning and giggling.

Leaning back, she whispered, "Rub me down there, like 
you were doing before. That felt so good."

I did as she asked, almost coming as I realized that 
the crotch of her jeans was wet. I longed to strip 
both of us right there and fuck on the spot. If she'd 
been wearing a skirt, I might have used it as cover 
to get my trousers open and her knickers down; but, 
even in the dark, ripping her jeans off would have 
attracted attention.

We were still rubbing and stifling moans, when the 
end titles of the film started. Clasping Kayleigh 
tightly to me, I whispered, "Better get down, 
darling, the lights will be coming on soon."

She went suddenly very still, and sighed deeply; but 
then she nodded, and squirmed off my lap onto her own 
seat. Turning, she pulled me to her and gave me a 
deep, wet kiss on the mouth, very clumsy but 
incredibly sensual. I held her, and we kissed for 
some time.

Then the lights were coming on, and the audience was 
migrating towards the exits. We broke off our kiss 
and stood up; and Kayleigh began to giggle again. 
Following her gaze, I realized she was looking at the 
obvious bulge in my trousers, which she seemed to 
find highly amusing.

It worried me, though. How was I to walk out with an 
eleven-year-old and a very obvious hard-on? 
Eventually, I managed to get my jacket done up to 
cover the evidence. Kayleigh sighed, and murmured, 
"Bye bye."

Outside in the street, I turned to her. "So what 
now?" I asked. I glanced at my watch. "It's just gone 
four. Do you have to be home?"

She shrugged. "Mum doesn't get in till after eight," 
she said. I knew from what she'd told me earlier that 
she lived alone with her mum. "I'm supposed to be in, 
and get my tea; but..." She shrugged again. "She 
wouldn't know. I'd like to be somewhere really 
private with you."

My first instinct was simply to go along with this; 
but I couldn't get over the doubts I'd been feeling 
earlier. "Sweetheart," I said uncertainly, "what I 
was doing, in there: has anyone done it to you 
before?"

She lowered her head, blushing furiously, and shook 
it. I thought for a moment that the question had 
upset her; but, before I could say anything, she 
added in a voice scarcely above a whisper, "'Cept 
when I do it myself, in bed." Then she looked up, and 
I could see that she was on the point of tears. "You 
don't think that's really gross, do you?"

"Of course not." I felt horrified, and wanted to put 
her straight at once. "It's the most natural thing in 
the world. Everyone does it. I certainly do." She 
gazed at me wide-eyed, as if trying to imagine what 
that would look like. "Kayleigh, your body's your 
own, and you've go the right to do whatever you like 
with it. As long as you're on your own, or with 
someone you want to share it with."

She looked down at the ground again, her face still 
red. "I want to share with you," she whispered. "You 
know: everything. I love you, Terry."

I almost died on the spot. In the open street or not, 
I couldn't help myself from taking her in my arms and 
kissing her tenderly. When we broke off, she said, 
"Our flat's not far away. Shall we go there?" 

We actually stopped off at a burger-bar we passed on 
the way ("Please, please, pretty-please, can we?" How 
could I possibly refuse my darling anything?) and I 
bought us each burger, chips and a coke. As with the 
popcorn, Kayleigh finished hers in seemed like five 
seconds flat, and then sat picking chips from my 
pile, telling me all about a school project she had 
over the holidays, and trying to get her foot up to 
rub my crotch under the table.

When we were inside the flat, the door shut behind 
us, she turned and kissed me again, long and deep, 
her mouth open and her tongue exploring. When we 
finally broke off, she simply said, "Come on," and 
led me into her bedroom. It was much what I expected: 
some of the usual posters of pop-stars and film 
actors, a couple of environmental posters, and a big 
star-chart, as well as quite a few books and CDs. The 
bed had been left unmade, with an old, battered 
teddy-bear lying on the pillow. "This is Alfonso," 
she told me, picking him up.

"Hello, Alfonso," I said, shaking the bear's paw, and 
she giggled.

"Umm..." Kayleigh glanced at me, uncertainly. "I've 
never done this before, Terry. What am supposed to 
do?"

"There's no supposed about it," I told her firmly. 
"You do what you want to. Kayleigh," I went on, 
seriously, "I want you to promise me something, 
sweetheart."

She looked at me, eyes wide. "You mean, I mustn't 
tell anyone?"

"That wasn't what I meant. I know I don't have to ask 
you that, I trust you." It was true: I'd never 
doubted for a moment that Kayleigh was mature enough 
to trust. "No. What I want you to promise me is that 
if I do anything, anything at all, that you don't 
feel good about, you'll tell me at once. And I 
promise that I'll stop doing it straight away, and 
never hold it against you. The whole point about this 
is for us to have fun together. If you're not 
enjoying it, there's nothing for me to enjoy."

Kayleigh gazed at me in silence for a moment. "OK," 
she said at last, "I promise. But..." She chewed her 
lower lip. "I still don't really know what to do."

"Well, we could start by both getting undressed," I 
suggested. She nodded; and immediately pulled the 
tee-shirt over her head, kicked off her trainers 
without undoing them, opened her jeans and took them 
off. That gave me a surprise. I'd known, from 
fondling her, that she wasn't wearing a bra; now I 
discovered that she'd no panties on, either.

Following my eyes, she smiled mischievously. "I took 
them off in the toilet," she explained. "They were 
soaked... I thought you said we were both getting 
undressed," she added severely, looking my still-
clothed body up and down. "I'm dying to see your 
willy."

I took my clothes off, at a slightly more measured 
pace, aware of her eyes carefully scanning every inch 
of my body. When I pulled my underpants off, and the 
bulge turned suddenly into an erection, her eyes shot 
wider, her mouth opened and her little pink tongue 
started nervously moistening her lips. "It's big," 
she commented.

That felt good. My cock's a decent size, but not 
exactly in the super-stud league. "Do you like it?" I 
asked; and she nodded wordlessly. Her eyes were full 
of excitement and lust, but she also looked extremely 
nervous; so I held out my arms, and she came for a 
cuddle. After I'd held her for a while, I eased her 
head back with one hand and kissed her. She moved 
into the kiss eagerly, opening her mouth wide and 
dueling tongues with me. I began stroking her naked 
body, working down till I was caressing her sweet 
little arse, which made her groan and grind herself 
against me.

At last I broke off the kiss. "Shall we lie down?" I 
asked. Kayleigh gazed at me silently for a moment; 
then she nodded, but didn't move. Bending down, I 
scooped her up in my arms and deposited her slim 
little body onto the bed. I'd half expected this to 
set her off giggling again; but she remained grave 
and silent, her eyes fixed on me the whole time.

When I lay down beside her, she rolled onto her back 
and opened her legs slightly. I think she had some 
vague idea of how to "do sex", and assumed I'd get 
straight on top of her and penetrate her at once. I 
gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Slow down," I 
told her gently. "I want to make you feel really good 
first."

She looked up at me, eyes half-closed. "I already 
feel really good," she slurred.

"I mean really really good," I said; and she gave a 
happy little sigh and folded her arms behind her 
head, signaling that her body was mine to use. I 
kissed her face all over (not forgetting her nose), 
then worked down her throat to her chest, where I 
spent some time sucking, lapping and nibbling at 
those delectable little puffies and their erect 
nipples. She began to moan and wriggle; and, when I 
left her tits to move further down, she groaned, "No, 
don't stop." I lifted my head for a second and told 
her, "Trust me, you won't be sorry."

Then I resumed my downward journey. Kayleigh had 
almost a gymnast's body, straight as a boy's, with 
virtually no puppy-fat. I licked and nuzzled her taut 
belly, pausing a moment to blow a raspberry in her 
belly-button, which brought a giggle in the midst of 
her gasps of pleasure. Then, pulling her legs a bit 
wider (she made no attempt to resist) I planted my 
first kiss on those plump little pussy lips.

At the first contact, she bucked and yelled. I pulled 
my mouth away, unsure whether it had been in pleasure 
or fright; but she almost screamed at me, "No, don't 
stop, do it against, please." So I returned, to begin 
licking lightly around the child's crotch. I'd 
thought it was completely hairless; but now I 
realized that there was the lightest of down growing 
around her cunt, invisible except up close.

Kayleigh was tossing and writhing, her breath coming 
raggedly. I let my tongue open up her lips, and she 
gave a long wail. Juices were pouring out of her 
little cunt-hole, and I lapped them up eagerly, 
amazed at how sweet and delicious she tasted. I'd 
eaten plenty of women before; but if this was what 
child-pussy tasted like, I suspected that I'd never 
want anything else.

My little lover was well ahead of me; and I'd 
scarcely found her tiny clit (standing as proud as 
her nipples) and had time to flick it with my tongue, 
before she gave a scream and started spasming out of 
control, floods of her pussy-nectar pouring into my 
mouth. She must have flopped around for at least two 
minutes, moaning raggedly, before her convulsions 
died down and she went limp.

I stopped briefly to ensure that none of her pussy-
honey was wasted, then slipped up the bed and took 
her in my arms. Her small, frail body felt like a 
rag-doll, except that I'd never known a rag-doll so 
soaked in sweat. After a bit, she raised her face, 
damp strands of hair stuck to it, and managed to 
focus dazed eyes on me. "Wow," she commented, then 
let her head fall back into the crook of my shoulder.

I let her lie there, although my stiff cock was 
begging for attention, until she was sufficiently 
recovered to sit half up. "That was incredible," she 
said. "I never thought it would be as good as that. 
What happened?"

"You had an orgasm," I explained, sitting up too to 
face her. "It's sometimes called coming. Haven't you 
ever had one, when you've touched yourself?"

She grinned; and I thought her flushed, wet face 
looked even more beautiful than before. "I thought I 
did. But compared to that... Wow," she repeated. It 
appeared to be the only word that really expressed 
how she felt. Then a thought struck her. "But that's 
not really doing sex, is it? Don't you have to do 
something with your willy?"

I nodded. "Sex can be all kinds of things," I said, 
"including what we just did. But true sex - fucking - 
is when the man puts his cock into the woman's 
pussy."

She looked at me curiously. "Cock? Is that the proper 
name for the willy?"

"It's the grown-up name. But I like hearing you call 
it my willy."

She smiled, looking down, and reached out a tentative 
hand to my erect member. "It's all right," I 
reassured her. "You can touch it."

Fascinated, Kayleigh ran her fingertips over my cock, 
then flinched back as it twitched in response. "It's 
OK," I told her; but she looked dubious, so I kissed 
her and very gently took her hand, placing the palm 
against my shaft. "Put your hand round it and rub," I 
said.

She did as I suggested, tentatively at first, then a 
beautiful smile coming over her face as she began to 
get the feel of how she could make my cock respond. I 
showed her how to pull the foreskin up and down; then 
I suggested that she might kiss it. She stared at me 
in disbelief, until I pointed out that it wasn't so 
different from what I'd done to her. So, with obvious 
effort, she bent down and planted a kiss on the 
purple glans, pulling away quickly.

"Well?" I asked. She put her head on one side, 
considering. "It's a little bit scary," she said at 
last. "But nice. Can I do it again?"

As much as you like, darling," I said. "It's as good 
for me as having your pussy licked was for you?" She 
raised an eyebrow, as if to say she doubted that; but 
she put her mouth back, and gave the head of my cock 
a long, lingering kiss. "Try sucking some into your 
mouth," I suggested; and, after a moment's 
hesitation, she opened her lips to slide them around 
the glans, getting the whole head in.

Stroking her hair, I used the slight pressure of my 
hand to encourage her into sucking back and forth, 
and she got into this very quickly. I must confess, 
I've had far more expert blow-jobs, from women who've 
got more into their mouths; but the clumsy, childish 
enthusiasm with which Kayleigh sucked me made them 
all pale into insignificance.

I was no better than her at holding out. A short time 
of this treatment, and I felt my balls tighten and my 
cock begin to throb with come ready to spurt. At the 
last moment, I glanced down at Kayleigh's grave face, 
concentrating on her sucking, and realized that she 
couldn't have a clue what was about to happen. I 
wanted nothing more than to shoot my full load into 
her sweet mouth; but I guessed that, without warning, 
it might freak her. Altering the position of my 
coaxing hand, I pushed her head gently away. 
Surprised, she opened her mouth to speak, and I 
pulled back, just as the first spurt of come flew out 
of my cock, to land smack on her flushed face. She 
fell backwards, startled; and, before I could do 
anything about it, the rest of my spunk had jetted 
out over her chin, her neck and her breasts.

I collapsed beside her, exhausted. She was lying 
motionless, nearly rigid, shock on her face; but she 
relaxed a little when I took her in my arms. "Are you 
all right, sweetheart?" I asked, scared that I'd 
disgusted her.

"Um... I... I think so," she said, not looking at me. 
"What happened?"

"I'm sorry, darling. You'd got me so excited and 
turned on, I forgot you didn't know what happens when 
a man comes. I should have warned you."

She turned to stare at me. "That was you coming? 
Hmm." She thought for a moment. "What would have 
happened if you hadn't taken it out in time?"

"A lot of women like to swallow it," I explained, 
trying to keep my voice calm. "I nearly left it in; 
but I didn't think it would be fair on you, as you 
hadn't been able to choose."

"Swallow it? Yuck!" She thought for a moment. "Is it 
dangerous. You know, poisonous, or anything?"

"Oh no. Like I say, a lot of women enjoy it." She 
looked at me with a yeah right expression; so, unable 
to think of anything else, I leant forward and licked 
her face where my sperm was oozing down her cheek. 
It's not my favourite taste; but I didn't want my 
little girlfriend put off it.

Kayleigh gazed at me in disbelief. "Did you enjoy 
that?" She demanded.

"Well..." I couldn't be dishonest with her. "I really 
prefer a girl's pussy-juice, myself. But it's OK." An 
idea struck me; and I ran my index finger over her 
wet chin. "Try some," I offered, holding out the 
finger. Kayleigh recoiled, eyes fixed on the white 
glob at my fingertip; and then, taking a deep breath, 
she leant forward, opened her mouth and stuck her 
tongue out. I felt so proud of my darling, I could 
have kissed her. Instead, I smeared my fingertip over 
her tongue, which immediately snapped back into her 
mouth. She tasted for a moment, various expressions 
chasing each other across her face. "Well?" I asked 
after a moment.

"Umm..." She screwed up her face. "It's all right, I 
suppose. Maybe I'll try keeping it in next time."

I cleaned her up with tissues from the shelf (they 
had pictures of Ariel, Pocahontas and Mulan on them) 
and we lay together, kissing and caressing one 
another. I was aware that she was still breathing 
heavily, and that her pussy-lips were wet and open; 
just as I was aware that my cock was still about 
three-quarters stiff, especially when Kayleigh's hand 
drifted absently down and began rubbing it again. Our 
kisses grew more insistent as we became aroused, 
grinding our bodies together. She had one leg thrown 
over me, so that her cunt was stretched wide, rubbing 
against my body.

At last, when my cock was achingly stiff again and 
she was whimpering, I drew my head back a little to 
look directly at her. "Do you want me to put it in 
you?" I asked.

She looked at me dubiously. "You're going to fuck 
me?" 

"Only if you want," I corrected her hurriedly.

She gave my shaft an experimental stroke along its 
length. "I usually only put one finger in," she said 
nervously. "It's so big. Will it hurt?"

Again, I had to be honest with her. "It may hurt a 
little at first," I said. "But I guarantee, darling, 
you'll think it was worth it."

She chewed her lower lips a moment. "OK," she said, 
"I'll give it a try. What do I do?"

I considered for a moment. I wanted a position where 
I could hold and kiss Kayleigh, which more or less 
brought it down to me on top or her on top. Perhaps 
next time, when she knew what she was doing, she 
could go on top and fuck me; but this time, I 
thought, I needed to be in control.

"Lie like you were when I was licking your pussy," I 
instructed her; and, flashing me a nervous, excited 
smile, she did as she was told. I pulled myself over 
her and between her legs, shuffling into position. 
She gasped and wriggled, when the tip of my cock 
touched her pussy; and I shushed her, telling her 
gently to lie still for a moment. She could go as 
crazy as she liked, once I was in her.

Reaching down with one hand, while the other 
supported my weight, I helped the shaft between those 
wet, puffy lips. I rubbed it up and down a few times, 
and she squealed each time it flicked her clit. Then, 
when I'd found the exact position, I slipped my hand 
under her and pulled her bottom up, as I pushed my 
own down. The knob of my cock slipped her narrow, wet 
hole, and she yelled and bucked as if it were buried 
to the hilt. Glancing down, I saw that her face was 
now bright scarlet, and her eyes were watering. Might 
as well get it over with, I thought; so, taking a 
deep breath, I pushed her arse up a bit harder, 
giving a sharp thrust as I did so. Kayleigh screamed 
as her hymen gave way, then went rigid, eyes in a 
fixed stare.

Quickly, I rolled onto my side, bringing her with me, 
and held her tightly in my arms, planting kisses all 
over her face, murmuring silly little loving things. 
My face was getting wet, and I knew she was crying. 
At last, her eyes turned to look at me. "You... you 
hurt me," she whimpered. She didn't attempt to pull 
away from me, though.

"I'm sorry, Kayleigh," I said. "I told you it would 
hurt at first. You can't get to the pleasure without 
it. The good news is, that's the worst it gets. It's 
only the first time it hurts like that; now you can 
start enjoying yourself." She looked at me without a 
word, her mouth set in a sulky line. "Kayleigh, my 
love," I appealed, "I'd never have hurt you if I 
hadn't known it would be worth it for you. You've got 
through the pain; now I'm going to make it up to you. 
Is it feeling any better?"

After a moment, she nodded. "OK," she said faintly. 
So I rolled her onto her back again and began 
thrusting into her, slightly harder each time, so 
that, at each push, my swollen cock-head opened up 
another half-inch of her tight child's cunt. At least 
two-thirds of it was buried in her, when I felt the 
end touch her cervix.

Kayleigh wasn't crying or sulking any longer: she was 
moaning, writhing, babbling at me. When I began 
stroking my cock in and out, getting gradually faster 
and harder, she started jerking her hips to meet my 
thrusts, giving animal squeals and grunts. "Oh yes," 
she managed to gasp at last, "that's great, Terry, 
that feels fantastic. Do it harder, please, please... 
Fuck me, Terry, fuck me hard, fuck me with your big 
cock, fuck me till I come again..." And she babbled 
on and on, getting the word fuck into every phrase, 
as though it were some sort of sexual mantra for her.

Then she exploded, shrieking and convulsing on the 
end of my cock, while her juices poured past it and 
soaked the bed. She came down a little way, but not 
very far, and almost immediately began building 
again. I managed to get to my knees and kneel up on 
the bed, holding Kayleigh's tiny body and thrusting 
it up and down my aching shaft. She was beyond words 
now, and just mewled like a little kitten.

When she came again, that was all I needed to set me 
off; and the world went fuzzy and far-away as I 
spurted a seemingly endless torrent of sperm into 
Kayleigh's little cunt.

We collapsed in a sticky, soggy heap onto the bed, me 
on my back, her spread-eagled across my chest and 
belly, legs spread wide, still impaled. I stroked her 
hair as her ragged gasping gradually died down, until 
her even breathing told me she was asleep. Lying 
there, sticky and exhausted from fucking, trapping my 
cock in her pussy, she looked like a baby sleeping.

I stroked her a while longer, until I too fell 
asleep. When I woke again, I glanced over at the 
clock, and realized it was just gone seven: we'd been 
here for over two hours. I gently shook Kayleigh, and 
she wriggled, giving a little I-wanna-stay-where-I-am 
moan; but the movement made my wilted cock plop out. 
Lifting her up my body, I gave her a long kiss. 
"Seven o'clock," I told her, when we'd finished. 
"Time I wasn't here."

She gave a sigh. "Still lots of time. I want that 
again." And she started undulating her body against 
mine.

"Sweetheart, I..." I paused while she kissed me, then 
resumed. "I've got to make sure I'm long gone before 
your mum gets back. And you need cleaning up. The way 
you are, no-one could mistake what you've been 
doing."

Kayleigh gave an incredibly dirty giggle. "Is that 
so?" she asked in an exaggeratedly decadent voice. 
"You mean this?" And she started sliding lasciviously 
down my body. Deciding I had to be firm, I lifted her 
up and plunked her standing on the floor. "Shower," I 
told her, and gave her bottom a playful smack.

She pouted at me. "Only if you come with me," she 
said.

"OK, OK. But we're only going in to get clean. 
Understood?" She gave another dirty giggle, and 
skipped to the bathroom.

We did manage to keep to my restriction, but only 
with an effort of will on my part, after we'd enjoyed 
soaping each other all over. While we were getting 
dressed (me in my day clothes, Kayleigh in cute 
pajamas with ponies on) she went quiet. "Thanks for 
my date," she said after a while. "I had a wonderful 
time."

"I should be thanking you," I said. Then, on a whim, 
I asked, "What was the best bit?"

She pulled a face, considering. "First time I came," 
she said. Then she thought again. "Or that chase in 
the middle of the film, that was neat."

For an instant, it was like a punch in the guts, 
realizing that Kayleigh was comparing our lovemaking 
to some stupid film. Then I realized I understood. 
She was woman enough to say I love you and mean it; 
but she was also a child, and hadn't yet lost that 
state of grace where whatever is happening in the 
present is totally absorbing, regardless of its 
importance.

I think it was then that I truly fell in love with 
Kayleigh.

"I wish it didn't have to end, Terry," she added 
sadly. "I wish you could stay here for ever and 
ever."

"It doesn't have to," I found myself telling her, 
even while my reason was screaming at me not to be 
stupid. "I get off work early tomorrow. Do you want 
me to come round for a couple of hours?"

With a squeal, Kayleigh launched herself into my 
arms, wrapping her legs around me and plastering my 
face with kisses. I took that as yes.

Later, walking down the road, I asked myself what the 
hell I thought I was doing. Strangely, I felt no 
guilt whatsoever: after all, there didn't seem any 
question that Kayleigh was ready and eager for what 
we'd done together. But the practical dangers 
remained. I'd got away with it this time (at least, I 
hoped I had) but could that continue? Eventually, my 
luck would run out, and what would become of me then?

But I didn't really believe that. I knew, beyond 
doubt, that Kayleigh was mature enough to keep our 
secret, not because of coercion or threats, but 
because she wanted to. Yes, I was taking a risk; but 
I knew, as well, that I'd finally met the person I 
wanted to share my life with. The risk was worth it.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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