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Maylor (normanemaylor@hotmail.com) Having attained the advanced age of 50, and having achieved virtually every personal goal I have set for myself in life, I suffer from the stark realization that I have failed where I most wanted success. When I was an impressionable youth of 14, I fell madly in love with a bright and beautiful charmer of 12. In those days my newly acquired testosterone was boiling over in an intense brew of sexual passion mixed with genuine affection for the girl, who was, in fact, a first cousin. But the unavoidable fact that she was too young and too closely related did not stem my fantasies, which at times were so intensely real that I could scarcely discern them from reality. She was impossibly beautiful, far smarter than I, and so sexually attractive to me that the mere act of talking to her about anything raised my sexual desire for her to near orgasmic levels. It is perhaps fortunate that I never had the chance to taste her charms. I am certain that I could not have handled it. Premature ejaculation was named for such an occasion. This unrequited sexual passion for an innocent child like my long departed cousin has stayed with me since. As a mature man and sophisticated businessman, I have constantly over the years found myself admiring the young ones. I was never really interested in Bridget Bardot, but was secretly fascinated with her 12-year- old daughter. I don't know if Bridget Bardot has a child. It's just an example to make a point. A sickness to be sure, but an undeniable urge that defies control of any kind. For these past 36 years I have sought her, with no success. I hate to admit this, I was never even close. I have struck up conversations with beautiful young princesses on many occasions over the years. They love me. I am handsome and gentle. I am attentive. I am charming. But how does one actually seduce a child? And if one is appropriately seduced, how and where does one do the deed? I am not into violence. I could never hurt the one thing I love and desire with such devotion. So how does one convince a child to do what must be done? And if convinced, how would one deal with the stark reality of having to accomplish the near impossible logistics of making love to her? And so it was that I had essentially given up the quest. I am single and lonely. I am old. I will never find my young princess. I will die counting my money and dreaming of her much as I did when I was 14. So little has changed. And then it happens. I book a direct flight from Dallas to Honolulu for a brief respite from the daily grind. I have the window seat for this marathon flight of nine hours. Being in First Class, only one seat is beside me, and as I hand my bag to the attendant, the most precious face I have ever seen stares up at me. I guess her age at 10, but she is actually 12, just a little small for her age. She has an angelic face, and strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She is so delicate I can clearly see each tiny vein that wanders across her porcelain skin. Sitting on the opposite side of the isle is obviously her mother. A beautiful woman of perhaps 35, she looks just like the child. Every eye in the cabin is on Mom except two and they belong to me. The little one has already totally captivated me. The bright eyes are clearly sizing me up. I lock on to those amazing baby blues and the most incredible smile spreads across her face. I am in love. I can scarcely breathe. Her mother asks me if I will trade seats, but before she can get the words from her mouth, the child interrupts. No, this arrangement is fine. Being across the isle from Mom is perfect. The gentleman obviously prefers the window seat. I actually prefer the isle, but not tonight. She is perfect in every detail. She is wearing a bright yellow light cotton pullover and loose fitting cotton shorts. She is an angel. She is the most alluring female I have ever seen. She smells like grape bubble gum and her mother's Chanel perfume. She looks at me again as I buckle in, her eyes making direct and intimate contact with mine. That smile! My God, what a smile! She begins to talk in a small intimate voice. She is not bashful. She takes 130 Pokemon cards from a bright pink carrying case and begins to explain the characters and the symbols to me one by one as we lift into the sky. I listen intently. I have no idea what she is talking about. I don't care. I nod knowingly. I have never been so interested in anything in my life. I have never made eye contact like this before with anyone. Each time she looks down at a card, and then locks her gaze back on my eyes, my heart skips. She has cast a spell over me. I don't feel at all normal. She tells me every detail from each of the 130 cards. Then when she has milked the cards for every conceivable piece of conservation, she turns to her life. She has two sisters who are too young to make the trip. They are with Grandma. Her Mom and Dad are divorced. Mom is meeting a boyfriend in Hawaii. He is already there. Her Dad lives in California. She misses him. In reality she scarcely knows him. She has not seen him in well over a year. She doesn't really like the boyfriend. He is mean to her she says. When she has finished with her family, we begin taking inventory of each scar on her incredibly beautiful little body. She must be accident- prone. The scars are numerous, but it's a blessing because she is talking to me. Mom asks Robin several times to leave the poor man alone. I quickly protest. I am in heaven. We have been talking for two hours. I wish it would never end. Then the improbable happens. She removes a rainbow notebook and a little pink pen from her treasure box. She writes me a note. "I wish you were my Dad." She hands me the pen and the pad. "I wish you were my little girl too." She takes the pad back. "Do you like me?" There are two boxes marked yes and no. I check yes. She writes one more note. "I like you very very much." I write back. "Me too." It is late and almost everyone else on the plane is asleep. Our reading lights are the only lights still on in the plane. It is cold. The stewardess offers a blanket and pillows. Robin is obviously tired. I help her with her blanket. She curls up in her seat. Her head is on my shoulder. Under the blanket I find her hand. We hold hands for a long while. With my other hand I stroke her bare arm softly. My erection is painful. Then I take the biggest chance of my life. I slowly move her little hand to my lap. Shaking noticeably, I put it on my erection so she can feel my excitement for her. She does not recoil. To my amazement she slowly, almost imperceptibly massages my aching penis through my slacks. Under the blanket I am safe. It is dark. Can this be happening? Then very very gradually, she finds my zipper and slowly she moves it down. It sticks, but I help her. She pretends to be asleep. Very slowly, her hand moves inside my pants and finds my naked passion. She very carefully frees me from the confines of my pants and slowly strokes me. I am amazed and fearful, but out of control. I could not stop this if we went in a steep dive toward the Pacific. I cannot control myself. I come hard and long. My cock surges four, then five times, pumping copious amounts of passion from by aching balls. My plentiful semen is thankfully contained within the blanket, but the sweet smell of it is overpowering. Surely everyone on the plane knows that someone on the plane has ejaculated recently. Very slowly, my penis deflates but she continues to stroke me until I am hard again. The sticky semen does not seem to bother her. She is using it to lubricate me. I become rigid again and her motion is more urgent. Then, prematurely, I come again. I sadly put everything back in place. I hold her wet sticky hand in mine again, trying to dry it with the airline's blanket. Then we both sleep. Could this be real or am I dreaming? Surely this precious child did not just jack me off under a blanket, not ten feet from her mother. We are on final approach. The cabin is astir with activity. Robin is putting together her stuff, but she stops to write a note. "Did you like?" I respond. "More than anything in the world! You are wonderful." She smiles at me warmly again. She writes again. "I will find out what hotel. Come to see me." I respond. "OK." Just as we are standing to exit, Mom says to me, "We are at the Hilton. Where are you?" I am not at the Hilton, but I tell her where I am. "We'll call you," she says. "Robin is quite taken with you." If she only knew. I take a cab to my hotel, but I don't check in. I call the Hilton. They have a cancellation. I have a room. At the Hilton, I check in, and as soon as I am in my room I call. Robin answers the phone. "Hey" she says, her voice small and sexy in a childish sort of way. "My Mom wants to talk to you." Does she know? Has Robin bared her soul? I am shaking in fear of the inevitable discovery. "Oh, I'm so glad you called. My friend and I are scheduled to do a car tour of the island tomorrow, but Robin doesn't want to go. All she wants is to lay around the pool and maybe go to the beach. Could you take care of her for the day? Would it be too much of an imposition? She really seems to like you. You two just got along so famously." And so Robin's Mom delivers her to my web. After all these years of dreaming, and scheming, it may happen. I say "Of course. You can leave Robin with me anytime. We're pals." I will not sleep a wink all night. I am up pacing. I take a walk on the beach at 3AM. At 8AM sharp the knock comes to my door. It is Robin. She has on a one-piece form-fitted bright yellow Lycra swimsuit. She also has on a pair of green shorts over the suit, and flip-flops. In her left hand is a beach towel and in her right hand, her pink plastic box of treasures. Her hair is pulled tight into her ponytail. She has on a thick pink lip-gloss and her nose is covered with sunscreen. Mom is nowhere to be found, too busy to deliver Robin to my door. "Hey" Robin says in a matter of fact manner that totally belies the enormity of the moment. "They will come get me about 6" she says. "So what are we going to do?" She plops down on the bed, and then jumps up quickly to turn on the TV. There's a cool cartoon on she says. She wants to see the rest of the show. She finds the correct channel, and then positions herself on the bed so her face is staring directly at the TV as she lies on her stomach. She is beautiful beyond description. I shuffle around the room aimlessly. The finally I sit beside her and put my hand on her shoulder, but she doesn't even look up at me. We watch the cartoon. It goes on forever. I cannot breathe. Suddenly, after what seems an eternity, as the closing credits scroll on the TV, Robin suddenly rolls to her side and looks directly at me. Her beauty is astonishing. Her eyes are on me intently. I ask her what she is thinking. "I'm thinking" she says in her most precocious tone "that you are wasting a lot of time." "What do you want to do?" I ask, my voice literally cracking. "Well, I would like to see you naked!" She replies. She has broken the ice for me. I laugh out loud and take her in my arms. I am sitting on the end of the bed and I pull her up into my lap. Our lips touch lightly. I lick her lips and her little tongue touches mine. She melts into my arms as we begin the kiss, a kiss that will last most of the day. I just want to swallow her, and make her part of my body. Kissing is something that Robin was born to do. Our tongues intertwine in a ritual dance and we breathe together as one. When we first break apart for a breath, she quickly locks lips with me again and we resume voraciously trying to consume each other. This child is a passionate being. This is coming direct from her soul. She is only 12, but she has instincts many twice her age do not have. The kiss becomes a licking session. I gently lick her face and then she licks mine. I suck on her ear and she returns the favor. She is a very quick learner. As she licks my ear she whispers to me in soft tones and exhales her hot breathe loudly. I must undress her, and it must be now! I kiss the nape of her neck softly and lower each strap of the Lycra suit, wetly kissing every inch of exposed skin. I am having trouble getting the top of the suit down, and she helps me. I kiss her delicate skin and suck eagerly on each taut little nipple. She has not the slightest hint of breasts, but her nipples are things of extravagant beauty. My lips and tongue caress them each slowly, carefully savoring the feel and texture. I cannot see her face, but she moans softly. My hand moves slowly up her soft inner thigh and massages her just next to the place of her greatest mystery. I feel the Lycra against my knuckles as I knead her satin flesh. I cannot finish undressing her like this, so I lift her effortlessly by the waist and stand her between my legs. She has a dreamy, almost intoxicated look about her as I lower her shorts and then peel down the tight fitting suit until it crumples onto the floor. My precious baby child is naked and ready for me to worship her body. We kiss again, a long and breathless embrace. Her saliva tastes like sweet wine to me and I relish its taste, smacking my lips to hers. I literally want to consume this child. It is only 8:40 AM. This will truly be a day to remember. Robin's cute naked body is before me, to touch, to kiss, to savor to the last drop. She is eager to have me love her. Her face is painted with intense childish passion. She is enjoying her body and her new friend. I will make this as good for her as is humanly possible. I want her to remember this day with fondness as one of the best of her life. I hold her incredibly tight little ass in my hands and knead her perfect flesh gently. I massage her naked pussy softly in my hand. We kiss. Oh, how we kiss! Robin loves the kiss. She is now the aggressor. She is very excited. I can feel her trembling softly under my gentle touch and my wet kisses. We are both in intense heat. Suddenly she is a precocious little girl again. "You're not naked yet!" she says in a stilted almost comical way, which is her unique style. She will one day be an actress perhaps. I stand and quickly remove my t-shirt, slacks and boxers. My cock stands out at last, free from the binding confines of my shorts. I was blessed with a nice cock and she admires it openly. She puts her hands on her hips, and in her most practiced and dramatic voice says " I hope you don't think you can get THAT in this little hole", pointing to her adorable naked little pussy. "No, Sweety," I reply, " I don't think we should do that today. I'm afraid it will hurt you. There's plenty we can do to have fun together." She replies "Like?" I quickly position her on the bed. She is sprawled naked before me. I make her ready for worship as I arrange her beautiful limbs. Never has there been a more beautiful child. Her naked splendor makes me feel weak. I am shaking like a leaf as I slowly begin to lick and suck every inch of her. I begin with her delicate toes. Her toenails are painted a horrid purple, each with a gold sprinkled star in the center, but each toe is a beautiful and sensuous instrument of my pleasure. She giggles and jerks about as I suck each lovely digit in turn. I lick up each leg carefully stopping on her velvet thigh just short of her hairless pussy lips. Then I begin on her sensational little nipples. I suck on each very hard, nibbling with my tongue and my teeth as I suspend my body over her. My cock is aching with desire for her, but I am careful not to touch her with it yet. After I have feasted on her nipples I trail my tongue down her stomach. I tongue fuck her adorable navel. She is squirming mightily under the touch of my tongue. She is ticklish. Finally I am there. My face hovers over her velvet mound. The lips of her little girl pussy are a beautiful sight. There is no hair on her. She is completely smooth. I open my mouth and place it completely over her mound. My tongue then slowly licks her slit. She tastes to me like the finest French wine. She is so squirmy I must hold her down. The touch of my rough tongue to her tiny clitoris makes her jerk in a combination of surprise and pleasure. She feels me intensely. I look up at her. There is a look of passion and near concern on her little face. She is biting her lip, but she smiles. This is all new. She knows not what to expect. I try to suck on her beautiful little clit. It is very small but I feel it grow in my mouth. She is now moaning slightly as her hips and legs claw at the bed. I am holding her incredible little ass cheeks in my hands and pressing my mouth hard to her to limit her range of motion. And then she comes. I feel it well up in her and I hear her soft squeal. Her body is now at its climactic point and she arches her little back. Her pussy gets very wet with her juice and I feel her muscles release their pent up tension. I would be happy if she could cum like this all day. As she comes I force my tongue deep into her little delicate canal and fuck her furiously with it. This is now the high point of my life. When she finally goes limp in exhaustion, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms, kissing her deeply and massaging her pussy with my hand. We are very close as she melts completely into my arms. Can there be a better feeling than this? We finally lie still and breathe deeply. My cock is so hard I feel intense pain from it, the most wonderful pain in the world. Her limp little hand finds my aching cock and holds it gently. We kiss again. She is so sweet. It is a slow soft wet kiss. She is salivating and I savor the taste of her mouth. She slowly climbs on top of me and our bodies press together. She slowly closes her tender thighs on my throbbing cock, and feels my heart beating against her chest. The slowly she comes to life. She kisses me more deeply and her tongue explores deeper into my mouth. She finds my ear and sucks it gently, and then slowly her tight little body glides down mine. She lingers on my nipples as I lingered on hers, but her object of desire is my cock. She winds her legs around mine like a vine clinging to a much larger tree, and her precious lips find the bulging head of my cock. As softly as a mothers caress, she takes me in her mouth. Her tongue laps gently and sensuously at the satin smooth head. She has never sucked a man's cock before but her instincts are impeccable. Her face is a study in passion. She eyes roll back as she savors me. She opens her eyes and we make that perfect eye contact again. Her smile is warm and genuine. "Am I doing OK?" she asks sweetly. "Of course" I moan. She is perfect in every sense. I wish this moment could last forever. I am very close to climax and at the last second I pull her little head away. I shoot my semen onto my stomach. She watches in amazement as I shoot four then five hard streams. "So that's what makes babies, I suppose," She says softly with a smile. We make eye contact again. We have completed round one. It is only 9:20. We lie together naked for some time. There is some stupid game show on the TV, and she watches as her fingers roam over my upper body. I finally speak. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask expectantly. "I think I had an orgasm." She replies quietly. I smile. "I think you did too. I know I did." I reply. She giggles. Her eyes are dreamy, but the smile is the same. Just this brief conversation affects me. My limp cock stirs slightly. Her little hand takes it gently and it grows rapidly. I am ready and she knows instinctively what to do. Her tiny fingers massage me gently until my boner is rock hard. My midsection is covered in semen, but she doesn't seem to care. She climbs on top of me and wallows in it as we kiss passionately again, our tongues doing a torrid dance to an unheard melody. Her torso is short. My cock just barely touches her little pussy. The feeling of the light touch of the tip of my cock to her delicate naked little labia drives me wild with passion for her. This goes on forever as she rocks her hips slightly propelling the tip back and forth over her very slippery little pussy. I can stand it no longer. I quickly rearrange her body by rotating her. Suddenly her precious bottom is in my face and my throbbing cock is at last in her mouth. My tongue goes in deep and I flick it lightly as she squirms. I touch my finger to the cutest little anus the world has ever known and press lightly. Her lips on my cock are exceedingly soft. She sucks cock ever so gently. Her delicate fingers trace lightly over my balls. She makes love like she has done it for years, but she is only 12. My love and passion for her is overpowering. She is to me a goddess from heaven, sent as an answer to a prayer that I have offered up for 40 years. She is Venus and Aphrodite all rolled into one. Not some busty voluptuous sex siren, but a flat chested little tyke with an angel's smile and a heart to match. She only wants me to feel pleasure. I can sense it in the delicate touch of her lips to my painful erection. Slowly my finger enters her bottom and she responds. My exploring digit is enhancing her pleasure. She is beginning to cum again. I recognize the feeling as her body tenses gradually. My hands grip the mounds of her incredibly tight ass and I feel it hardening as her climax builds. Her lips begin to grip my cock tightly. I have found her g spot. She is wiggling wildly and I hear her muffled cries as her climax builds. I fuck her furiously with my tongue. My finger is deep in her gorgeous little ass. She is secreting as she comes. I feel her juice in my mouth. I taste her delicious essence and feel the slippery fluid against my lips. I am not in control any longer and I cum again. This time I fill her mouth, and to my surprise she sucks all the harder. My little angel has swallowed my load. It is only 10:30 AM. We shower together. She washes me carefully and I do the same for her. We allow the hot water to cascade over our naked bodies. There is a shower seat. I sit there with Robin between my legs. She holds my resurging cock as I finger her adorable little slit. We kiss. The kiss is our best yet. Robin has a knack for this. Her kissing instincts are amazing. I have never been kissed like this before. Occasionally she sucks my cock then the kissing resumes. My finger dances in her pussy. I massage her beautiful little ass with the other hand. I suck her nipples. Then we kiss. The hot water flows over us like a tropical rain shower, enhancing our pleasure. As our passion increases our fingers and tongues work harder and harder. I hold her tightly to me and make her cum with my fingers, one up her little cunt, the other in her ass. Her body jerks uncontrollably as her climax comes in waves. She is jacking my cock furiously and I cum too, my juices much less copious than before. I hold her quivering body tight to me for a long time as we both come down from our cloud. We have cum together three times now. It is almost noon. We get dressed and order room service. Robin gives the order to the kitchen. She is hungry and so am I. We laugh at a rerun of Andy Griffith on TV. We eat giant hamburgers and french fries. She is a delight. She is having a good time with me. There is no mention of sex or what all has just occurred between us. She eventually curls up beside me on the bed, puts her head on my shoulder and goes to sleep. I doze off too. We sleep until 3:30. I awake to her kisses. She is licking and sucking on my ear. She whispers to me "I want to fuck you." It is the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me. My nap has rejuvenated me. My cock is straining against my pants. I have not had four erections in one day since I was 17. Robin has magical powers. We take turns disrobing each other. She laughs as she tugs at the legs of my slacks. We are playing now and she is very relaxed. She tickles me and I tickle back. We are naked again. This time she wants to talk. She asks me questions and I answer as honestly as I know how. Questions like, "Where does your juice come from?" and "Why does it taste salty?" I ask her how it is that she makes love so sweetly. She says she has heard about it from other girls. She knows all she needs to know. I have never had a lover like Robin and am never likely to have one again. She was born to make love. We fool around. She giggles a lot. Then she climbs onto me and pushes her torso against my rigid cock. She was serious. She wants to fuck. "Are you sure, Baby?" I say, "I am so afraid of hurting you." She wants to fuck. Period. But her canal is dry. I eat on her delicate pussy again until her juices are flowing. Then I sit on the edge of the bed and take her into my lap facing me. She sits on my cock and slowly it penetrates her tiny hole, as I hold her body up so as not to put on too much pressure too fast. She gasps in pain and holds me tight. She is in true pain. I can feel it. I am not a small man. I am too big for her and I feel this was a mistake. I feel her blood flowing onto my legs. She grips me hard and holds on. "Are you OK?" I ask. "I think so," she says in a tiny voice. Gradually I feel her tenseness relax and she starts to move. At first slowly and then more aggressively. In a few moments we are fucking. She finds a rhythm as she rocks back and forth. My cock fills every bit of her. Her blood lubricates our motion. No cock has ever been so eloquently fucked as Robin fucks me. I lay back on the bed and she rides me hard. I am rigid, but I cannot feel much. I have already had my quota for the day. My cock is there for her to enjoy. I am not likely to cum again. It is an amazing fuck. I turn her over and enter her from the rear. Her pussy is looser now and she is lubricating well. There is no more pain. Her muscles have relaxed and she is enjoying her new sport. She gasps and coos. She whimpers. Robin is vocal. I have always loved vocal women. She is also an amazing piece of ass. As we will soon discover, she is multi- orgasmic. I cannot cum again, but she begins to cum over and over as I jam her deeper and deeper with each stroke. She is masturbating herself as I fuck her from behind. Her sounds get louder and louder. If my neighbors are in, they are getting quite a show. I feel wonderful. I could do this easily the rest of my life. Just fuck my precious little Robin and feel her coming repeatedly in my arms. At last I throw her down and have her lie on me. My cock is in her pussy from the rear, but I can finger her and kiss her at the same time. She is writhing in ecstasy, and to my surprise, I cum in her pussy. I am in such a state of pleasure that I almost squeeze the breathe out of her. I have been sterile for years. I assure her not to worry about the big load deep inside her. I have a feeling she was never worried. It is 5PM. We cuddle naked and kiss. She sucks my cock eagerly but the best I can muster is semi-hard. We talk about that and she masturbates in front of me. She has another orgasm as I watch. Then the phone rings. They are back, and getting ready for dinner. Robin dresses and gets her treasures together. We kiss again and hug in a desperate embrace. She knows and I know this will not happen again. She leaves and the emptiness in my heart overwhelms me. We talk on the phone a few times the next day, but we never see each other again. My life is now complete. I have had Robin at least for the one day. I will never forget her, and I hope she will never forget me. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The archive does not condone child abuse, we also do not censor authors. 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 penitentiary. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 12