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(Mg, extreme-ped, 1st, oral) *** Loving Ten Year Old Chloe - Chapter 1 For some reason, I want to take some time and tell you about my horribly, perverted desires and my recent wonderful luck in satisfying them. Maybe I'm just trying to rub society's "rules of acceptable behavior" into millions of up-turned, hypocritical noses all at once. When I was sixteen, guilt became the major guiding force in my life. I had dated, lost my virginity and even satisfied an "older woman (24)" but the beauty who pursued me in high school became my vocal enemy when I did not share her feelings. I was called "fagot," "queer," "sissy boy" and a dozen other names because I did not ask her out or date other girls in high school. In college, I know people whispered behind my back, but I could not explain; I could not tell my secret; I had to live a lie. At sixteen, I had to admit to myself that I was sexually attracted to girls, young girls - girls as young as my nine year old sister, my six year old sister and all their friends. Even I could no face that maybe I was attracted to girls even younger than that. In my mid- western, small-town world, in the early-eighties, even thinking such a thing, meant that you were not worthy to live and should go out and kill yourself. I knew I was the only such horribly perverted person in the world. I worked day and night to keep my mind off sex. All my friends thought I was androgynous and not interested in sex. By the time I was pushing fifty, the Internet had exploded and I had more money than I could ever spend and I knew there were millions like me. So what's the good part? The economy tanked and the downturn did not touch me at all. I got bought out by a big tech company and was sitting at home last month when the telephone rang. "Greg, this is Tina Collins. I worked for you until you left six months ago." "Good to hear from you Tina. You always brightened up my days. You always dressed so nice, smelled so good and are so tiny, shapely and beautiful. Is that the right Tina?" The line was quiet. She called me; I wasn't her employer; I could be naughty and tease; no sexual- harassment suit here. Now she laughed nervously, "Thank you, I guess that might be a good description from a male standpoint." "From a male standpoint, the description could be more vivid. I apologize for my overly active imagination today, Tina. I'm writing novels now. It is difficult to turn off the ideas when the telephone rings." "Greg, I got laid off a few months after you left. I'm single and have an eight year old daughter. I haven't been able to find work and the bank is threatening to foreclose on my house. I was hoping you might have some ideas of where I could find a job. We used to talk and tease. I had a boyfriend then. I'm sorry for calling you but we're desperate." "How about food, insurance, a car and medical care? How desperate are you?" She got smug on me. "Well I definitely am not resorting to being an escort." "Just like when we worked together, I always say the wrong thing and piss you off. I remember you discovering that I owned the company and really getting mad, saying, "Just because you have money, doesn't mean I'll do anything, to date you." "Yea, that was me. If you're still angry about that, just hang up on me. This was a long shot. I've been turned down for work a couple dozen times. I don't have any parents to go home to. You are the only person of means I know. I'm out of ideas." "Meet me for lunch at Dino's at one. We'll talk some more and see if I have any ideas." The phone was silent again. "Tina?" "I'm still here, Greg. I can't meet you." "Why not?" "My car is out of gas. It is being repossessed. I live twenty miles from there and I don't have the money for a taxi. My clothes probably aren't nice or clean enough to meet you. I'm sorry for calling." "Tina, I'll send a car for you. Dress in anything you want. I'll wear jeans and a polo shirt; I assure you, Dino's will not complain if you show up in shorts, a halter top and flip-flops. If you don't have a babysitter, bring your daughter." My memory was catching up by the time we hung up. Tina was very self-centered. Her pheromones were outrageous. I think those and her tiny statue attracted me. Twice while she worked for me, child services followed-up on complaints that she was leaving her daughter un-attended while she partied. As I recall, she was on some sort of probation for such neglect. Little Chloe was a miniature version of her mother. I was instantly attracted to the eight year old when Tina arrived at Dino's for lunch. Chloe was a charmer. Her mother did not have time for her and kept trying to keep her quiet from even normal conversation. Chloe and I talked while Tina went on an extended telephone and bathroom break. "Do you have your own room at home?" "Yes, but I don't have a TV. I can't play games or anything when mom has her boyfriends over." "Boyfriends? Does she have a lot of them?" "Yes, lots and lots." "Maybe you should try to stay over at one of your friends when that happens." "It happens every night. Usually they make a lot of noise. Sometimes one of her boyfriends comes into my room and looks at me or touches me." "Touches you?" "You know, he thinks, I'm asleep and puts his hand on my chest or on my cunny." "Do you like that?" "Maybe I would but mom calls them and they run back to her. I've told her about them touching me but she doesn't get mad at them or anything." When Tina returned, I called over one of the owners and whispered to him, "I need to talk to this young woman for about thirty minutes. If you find someone to take care of the little one for that long, I will be very appreciative and will pay the "babysitter" very well." I'm a frequent patron at Dino's and even loaned the owners some money for remodeling to meet codes and become compliant with new regulations. Needless to say, I got great treatment. Chloe was off to tour the kitchen so she could report on it to her third grade class. "Tina, we don't have much time, before Chloe comes back. How much do you need to keep your car, house, insurance and find a job?" "My car is $400, my car and house insurance is $280 and my house payment, plus taxes, is $1250 - all that is per month. So before utilities, food and gas, I need $2000/month." "Can you find a job, while taking care of Chloe?" "Probably not." "Thanks for being honest. So even a $5000 gift, probably, won't get you on your feet and solve the income and job problem." Tina's eyes lit up like the wheels on a slot machine. "I remember your problems with Child Services. Are you past those now?" Her facial expression dimmed noticeably, "No, they still want me to be "Mom" more." "And you want to be free and party more?" "That's pretty crude but I guess that's right." "Drink all of the wine in your glass. Bite the end of your napkin; stay very quiet; do not react until you really consider everything I say." Tina nodded "Yes" reluctantly. "I will help you on certain conditions. You are a self- centered woman who really does not want to be a mother. You put me down many times when you worked at my company and did not know I owned it. Your daughter is a doll and she deserves more. I would never hurt her. I'll give you $5000 for her to spend the next two weeks with me, no questions asked." The first look from Tina's eyes was shock but then it moved to calculating and cold. "What would you do to her?" "Are you trying to negotiate with me? Your telephone call was long earlier. I'm guessing you have a date tonight and will be trying to get some money from your john?" Her eyes flashed with hatred. "What were we discussing? Oh, yes, your immediate need for $5000 to save your car and house, find a paying job and keep Social Services off your back. How were you going to insult me this time, Tina?" I watched her emotions melt into harsh reality. Chloe was an asset she had not considered. She didn't have a sitter tonight, Chloe would complain and her date would not want a eight year old around. Truth-be-known, Tina did not know who Chloe's father was. "Tina, I need to get going. Your tiny sexy body and your pheromones have always attracted me. However, you have shot me down enough that I no longer trust you. There are twenty-two days left in this month. Chloe will come back to you happy, excited, more knowledgeable and with new everything. As your "good friend," I am helping you have the time to get your life together, find a job and catch up on your bills. I'll give you $7,500 to leave her with me for the rest of this month, starting now." "Can I call her and check on her?" "Today is Thursday. You can call her next Wednesday. Then you can call her on Sunday and Wednesday nights, but you cannot quiz her or pressure her to come home early." "What could you do, if I did?" "You'll discover this is a good deal for you and Chloe. She will enjoy herself. You'll probably want to do it again for more money. You might even refer another one of your other "mom" friends for a finder's fee. Don't play by the rules and I'll send her home early. You'll have a short term gain but we won't work together ever again. Like you said, "The economy is bad." There are other women I can help." Tina was trying to justify in her mind what she had already decided to do. I helped when Chloe returned, "Chloe, your mom has a chance for work for the next three weeks. She is afraid to tell you. If it works out, you can go back home and stay at your house, your mom can keep her car and you can keep going to the same school. But you get to decide, because she believes you are not a big enough girl for her to go away for three weeks. You would have to stay with me. Tonight, we can go to the zoo and see the baby animals. "Tomorrow, we can go horseback riding. This weekend, you can go shop for new clothes. I know lots of fun things we can do until your mother gets off work. But you have to decide, if she can go away for three weeks. You can talk with her twice a week on the telephone and the time will pass very quickly. She is afraid to ask you." I stayed out of the conversation. I wasn't needed. Tina had taken the role of convincing her daughter that this was their only hope for survival. Uncle Greg could make everything right, if only she (Chloe) could be a big girl for three weeks and do everything I said. Chloe and I had already hit it off. She wasn't a hard sell. She liked all the adventures I offered. I put together a hand written "Power of Attorney" for Tina to sign so I could act in her behalf in all matters as they related to Chloe and had Tina sign it in front of two good witnesses. She was in a hurry to leave and did not want to listen to my scenarios of health, pick- up from school, etc. Chloe was not surprised. She was used to her mother not having time for her. In fact, Chloe was more interested in telling me about her kitchen tour as her mother left. Chloe was excited and tired when we got to my house late, about nine. She had enjoyed the royal treatment at the zoo and holding the baby animals. "Chloe, you do not have any clothes here. You start your bath and I'll take each piece of your clothing and write down its size so I'll know how to help you shop. When you get into the tub, I'll start the wash to clean what you have on. You can wear one of my t-shirts as a night gown tonight. Is all of that, OK with you? I know you are having to be a big girl very fast." The little angel was not shy. She stripped in front of me while the tub filled. She liked the bubbles from the Neutogena and the make-shift floating toys I gathered for her. I kept telling her how special she was and how beautiful I thought she was. She might have been embarrassed by my praise but it did not show. She was enamored by all the newness, the big opulent house and all the attention. She was warm, tired and sleepy by the time I returned from getting her wash started. "You look so tired. Can I help you bathe and get you to bed?" Chloe just nodded. So did my cock. My hands were trembling. I was about to touch the first child in my long life of disciplined denial of my true nature. "I don't know where that old wash cloth is. I'll just wash you with my hands." I washed every inch, crack, pleat, toe and dimple on her body. Each spot seemed to warm in my hands and press softly into my fingers. When I had her stand and pulled the tiny hood back and bathed her clit, her hips worked into my finger tips. When I had her bend forward and washed her tight wrinkled pucker, she did not resist when my finger slipped into her. In fact, she pushed back and took it to the second knuckle. No words were spoken but she was very still while I washed her clit again, fingered the crack of her pussy and pushed a finger from my other hand into her asshole. She was enjoying it all when I stopped and asked, "Does everything feel clean now. I've never bathed another person before. You will have to tell me how to do it right." Chloe's little body was tired, still she directed me to wash a little more, both front and back, and then make sure all the soap was washed away. She was almost asleep when I laid her down on the queen bed in the first guest room. A faint voice pleaded with me as I turned off the light, "Uncle Greg, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I'm afraid in here." I had no chance to say, "No." She snuggled under the comforter in the king sized bed in my master bedroom. She did not reply when I said, "You rest. I'll only be in the bathroom. I'm dirty and have to take a shower too." My heart pounded as I decided not to jack off in the shower. I did everything, as if I were going on a date. I brushed my teeth, flossed, used mouth wash, checked my privates and my ass. Every hair was in place when I slipped nude under the comforter on my side of the bed. I was afraid, yet, I pulled Chloe's back to me. She snuggled into the warmth and did not respond to my cock pushing between her thighs and throbbing against her soft belly. She did not object when my hands slipped under her night shirt to rub her puffy nipples gently. I slipped her night shirt over her head and had a completely nude eight year old girl's skin touching my chest, her legs pressed tightly on either side of my raging cock and my arms pulling her to me. My nose buried into her hair. I inhaled. My lips kissed her neck and I tasted her shoulders with my tongue. My entire body was trembling when I thrust and came onto her belly and thighs. Chloe giggled. We both slept. I had twenty-two days to possess her and know her body. I had twenty-two days to open her. I had twenty-two days to teach her, give her climaxes and lick the wetness from her hairless eight-year old pussy. I had twenty-two days for my cock to empty into her mouth, her pussy and her bowels. Per our plan, we skipped school on Friday. I let Chloe pick the restaurant for breakfast. She only knew MacDonald's and Denny's. She apologized for picking Denny's because it was so "expensive." Seems it was her favorite place because it sent her a free breakfast card for her birthday, just a few months ago. At the riding stables, Chloe was not afraid of the horses and quickly graduated from Shetlands. She was impatient to get out of the corral. We took a short guided trail ride late in the morning, had a picnic lunch on top of a cliff and rode back to the stable. My ass was sore but the stable gave her the option of leading me and her teacher along a two mile circular trail. My ass would have to endure. Her enthusiasm could not be denied. Chloe was still on adrenalin for a quick stop at the mall for pajamas and a pizza but crashed before we got out of the mall parking lot. Bath time was like the night before. Chloe was even more tired. I dressed her in her new pajamas and put her into the guest room and went to shower. She was in my king sized bed, almost asleep and nude when I came out. She backed into me, grabbed my hand and pulled it around her to rest on her belly. This is what she wanted; now she was asleep. I was tired and caring about the little squirt. My cock did not rage like the night before. I went to sleep, protecting my treasure. As we cooked together the next morning, Chloe asked, "Are you really going to take me to the mall and buy me clothes today?" "Sure." "The same mall as last night?" "If you want to go to that mall." "Oh yes, but won't that cost a lot of money?" "I want to get you nice clothes. You're worth it, aren't you?" She smiled and looked very smug. "What is it?" "I've never had nice clothes like the other girls at school. Sometimes they have said mean things about me wearing pajama bottoms, not having socks or my shirt being dirty." I turned so she could not see my tear, "Well, at least for a while, after today, you will not have that problem." "Why for just a while?" "Because you are growing up. Your new clothes will not fit in a few months." Chloe was an appreciative, happy, bubbly delight. I even went in to the dressing rooms with her a few times. She noticed the lump in my pants when she was down to panties a couple of times but she kept going like a world class shopper. We got home early enough to bathe and settle down to watch TV for a while before bedtime that night. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" "No, no girlfriend." "You should have one. You are nice and have a big house. You could have kids and everything." "I always worked too much to meet a girl who wanted to be my girlfriend. Besides I would not know what to do with a girlfriend but I have dreamed about having a family." "Mom has lots of boyfriends. I see them kissing, hugging and stuff. Lots of times they do not know I am watching them." "Well, if you think it is a good idea, I'll try to find a girlfriend, but I don't know what to do. Maybe you can teach me what boyfriends and girlfriends do, during your stay with me." "I could do that." I looked very worried, very sad and then almost whispered, "Thank you for being so nice, but we had better not do that." "Why not? Are you too shy?" "I don't think I would be too shy with you but grownups are not supposed to do things like that with people who have not grown up yet. I could get into a lot of trouble and the whole world would be mad at me." "I won't tell. We'll have a secret. I can teach you to kiss." "You only saw your mom. How can you teach me to kiss?" "Two of her boyfriends have kissed me and I have practiced with my friend Karen. It is a lot of fun." "Ok, but only, if it can be our secret. How do we start learning to kiss?" My rented angel, in her new night gown, slippers and robe, took the lead. The robe and the slippers hit the floor about the time she straddled my flannel lounging- pants encased hard cock. Her lips and tongue went directly to work without preliminaries. Her eagerness was exciting. She liked to suck my tongue and liked hers sucked even more. Somewhere, Chloe had learned to thrust her hips to rake her clit against things that made it feel good. After I adjusted my rock hard cock to lie straight up toward my belly button, her thrusts were working very well for her. She had already shown me that her slightly puffy breasts liked to be rubbed gently. It wasn't long before her breathing was ragged. I asked her, "What else do boyfriends and girlfriends do?" "We have to go to the bedroom and take off all our clothes. Then I can show you." While we gathered up her clothes and headed toward my bedroom, I asked her, "Do you ever touch your pussy and make it feel good." I didn't think she would understand or answer. She pulled a favorite female trick and answered my question with a question, "Do you?" "I don't have a pussy, but sometimes I play with my cock. But that is different." "Why? I've seen my mom use her hands and her mouth and her pussy to play with her boyfriends. Sometimes they squirt white stuff when she plays with their cocks." "That's what I meant about being different. I didn't think you knew about that. You wouldn't want to play with me if I squirted…………Would you?" "Sure, I think it would be neat." "Can I play with you down there, the same way?" By now we were in the bedroom and Chloe was nude. I was about to die because my cock was so hard and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I had a massive tent in my pants but stood before Chloe with no shirt or shoes. I wanted to see how far she and Karen had gone together, "I'm embarrassed. Can you teach me to play with you first?" It must be natural. Chloe lay back onto my bed and reached for me. We went back to kissing but my hands were more free on her body. Her hips rose to increase the pressure of my slippery fingertips on her clit. When her eyes closed, I let my mouth drop slowly to her pussy. My tongue licked from her pretty pucker, through her slit and tickled around her little button. Her tiny body arched and she held her breath. I licked and played with the tight lips. She got wetter and wetter. I opened her and saw her hymen was now only a ring, mostly intact with a few tears. I sucked at the shinny little pearl. She gasped. It was a little after eight. I stopped and asked, "Is this all right? Is this like a boyfriend does?" She gasped, "Yes" and pulled my head back between her legs as they spread wider for me. I had no idea, if an eight year old could cum but I gave her all my attention and theoretical sexual skills acquired on the internet. Her legs wrapped around my head and her heels pulled me into her. Even at eight she was a noisy lover. Her little body was not finished. It did not come all the way back down from her high. She suffered through her tenderness. In a couple of minutes, she grasped my hair, used me through another climax and tried to curl around my head. I kept working on her. Without warning, like a coiled spring she arched backward. If she were not holding my head, I swear she would have flung me off the bed. Her sound was a mighty and deep growl starting in her belly and escaping loudly out of her mouth. Her pussy pushed out nectar for me. I licked it up and swallowed every drop. Chloe rolled to one side and I slipped up to hold her, kiss her face and tell her how wonderful she was. I told her how beautiful her body was and how much I liked the taste of her pussy when she climaxed and the juices that came from inside her. I was quiet and covered up. Chloe was asleep. For maybe an hour and a half, I tried to go to sleep. I did doze, but my unsatisfied cock was keeping me awake. I had decided to take care of myself and tried to slip my arm from under her head. Her body scooted against my side, asleep I thought, but her right hand closed around my cock and gently began to work it up and down. My moan was real. She took it as encouragement and pushed our covers off. For the next ten minutes, I was examined. Chloe even turned on the bedside lamp and had me turn so she could roll my balls in her hand. When she saw a drop on the tip of my cock, I told her, "Rub it. It is slippery. I guess a boyfriend's slipperiness and his girlfriend's slipperiness are supposed to make his cock slide inside her easier." Chloe played with the pre-cum that I seemed to be pumping out copiously. I watched her wet fingertips go to her lips and her tongue flick out to taste it. She sucked her fingers. I stayed quiet. Her hand continued to jack my cock up and down but soon I felt her tiny lips stretch over the head of my cock. I moaned in pure pleasure. Her eyes looked up at me. I was watching her, "That is the best feeling I have ever had. You are so beautiful with the head of my cock in your mouth." "My mom does this all the time for her boyfriends. She swallows when they squirt in her mouth." "You wouldn't have to do that for me. You could just keep rubbing me and I would squirt. But please don't stop sucking and licking me yet. I hope you felt this good when I licked you." Chloe had a purpose now. She had to be as good as her mother and give me as much pleasure as I had given her. She was tired but happy from her day of shopping. Now she was being a big girl, kneeling between my legs, bent over with my cock in her mouth. Just like her mother. Chloe knew how to use her hands, getting them well lubed and even twisting them in opposite directions around the ridge of my helmet. She had me groaning and pleading. She even knew to back off to torture me and slow me down to make me last longer. I pleaded with my teacher, "Please, Chloe make me cum. Your hands have me ready and my cock is getting sensitive. Do whatever your mom does to make her boyfriends cum." Still she twisted her hands around my shaft. My body tossed from side to side and I moaned in tortured pleasure. Her little mouth stretched over the head of my cock and I could barely speak, "Oh my God, Yes, Chloe. That's so good." She did not stop. In another half minute I told her, "I'm about to cum. Maybe you want to take me out of your mouth." But she didn't. My body arched so all my weight was on the back of my neck and my heels. My cock got so hard it hurt. My balls tightened and I came into a child's mouth for the first time. I laced the back of Chloe's mouth with cum for the first time. She swallowed for the first time and kept working through my climax. I could not inhale, relax or speak. I became so tender I had to get her off my cock. She sucked hard to pull the last cum out of my already softening shaft. I snatched her up into my arms, hugged her and told her how wonderful she was. I added, "You have to be the best girlfriend in the world. I have never felt anything that good." I covered her with kisses and held her. I held her and snuggled with her. She was almost asleep when I said, "You let me cum in your mouth and swallowed it. That was wonderful. Thank you for doing that for me." "You let me cum in your mouth and kept licking me until I came two more times." "That's because you taste so good. I love how you taste when you cum." Her voice was only a mumble, "I like how you taste too." Sunday we went to Six Flags. We were both tired. We bathed together, snuggled nude and went to sleep. The next morning we worked together to get her breakfast and her off to school. "Chloe I have something very serious to talk to you about." "I know. We have a secret. I won't tell anyone." "Thank you. I love you living here with me. You are teaching me what boyfriends and girlfriends do. And we are doing lots of fun things together and going places. I would like to tell the world about how wonderful you are but I don't want to go to jail." Her little arms went around my neck. She gave me a half kid and half grown-up kiss and said, "Don't worry, I like what we do. I know how to keep a secret." I drove her to school that morning. Armed with my Power of Attorney, I explained Chloe would be staying with me for three weeks and why. This kind of thing must happen often. I gave them my address, phone numbers, a copy of my driver's license and a copy of my Power of Attorney. They told me where and when to pick up Chloe. For the next few days, Chloe's and my life was filled with school work and our routine of doing something for fun, bathing and her getting me to practice being her touching, oral and snuggling boyfriend. Chloe cried after her call with her mother. She had so much to tell her but mom was busy and couldn't talk long. On the speaker phone I could tell Tina was pretty drunk – it was only seven p.m. I helped, no, I actually I did most of Chloe's homework that night. She needed to snuggle and feel loved. She picked a Disney movie and we watched it together. She was quiet on Thursday. Friday night she asked if we could watch another movie. In fact, she picked the same one, "Aladdin." We bathed. I lay mostly on the couch in my robe and she mostly lay on top of me. I read; she watched the movie and wiggled around a lot. My cock was half hard with ten minutes or so to go in the movie. Chloe opened her robe and mine too so our bodies would touch. She trapped my cock between her thighs and tight against her pussy. She liked the story. They would live "happily ever after." Her week had exhausted her. Her stress and disappointment from her call with her mother added greatly to her tiredness. When I carried her to bed she asked, "Do you think they stayed together and had kids." "I know they did. They had four and they went on picnics, rode horses and went to the beach. Everyone was happy and filled with love. Even though they were married they stayed like girlfriend and boyfriend their whole life. And their kids knew how to be happy like that too." Chloe snuggled extra close that night and we slept through until the morning sun lit the bedroom. I was being lazy. My morning piss hard was lobbying to get up when my little bedmate straddled my thighs, worked her hips forward and mashed my rock hard shaft down against my belly. Immediately, I felt her wetness and the lips of her pussy spread to slide up and down along my cock. She had been a busy girl. Her fingers were damp when they gripped the skin over my nipples to hold herself in place. "You are my boyfriend." "And you are my girlfriend." "So we should have sex and babies." "Your body on mine like this is close to heaven. There is nothing that I would like more than to push inside you, give you great pleasure and leave a baby growing in your belly. But you are a little too young to have babies. First you have to start having monthly periods. Do you know about those?" "A little. All month an egg gets ready inside a girl to make a baby but the egg is only good for two weeks. If that egg doesn't get sperm on it, before it goes bad, it has to be flushed out so the girl's body can get ready for a new fresh egg." "You are very smart. That is a good description. Have you seen some of the older girls or your mother, have to use pads or tampons when the old egg is flushed out with a lot of blood?" "Yea, I know about that and that some girls get cramps and have to go home from school." "Until your body starts having monthly cycles with fresh eggs, you cannot get pregnant and have a baby." "Some girls still have sex with their boyfriends." "Yes they do, but they can't get pregnant until their body starts releasing eggs. Even then, sometimes it takes lots of tries for a girl to get pregnant. Some women try for years and some get pregnant the very first time." Through all our talk, Chloe kept up a gentle thrust. I watched as her eyes closed and her mouth hung open. Her breath became ragged. She very selfishly used the back of my cock and masturbated her clit. I watched and waited. She cried out and came wetly, still trying to stay upright. As her breath returned to normal, I could tell her mind was working a mile a minute. Chloe did not say a word but brought one foot up so it rested flat on the bed. She used that foot to lift her body up a few inches over me. The fingers from her right hand closed around my cock and she used the head of my cock to rub all about her tender clit. I thought, "Now I'm a sex toy for an eight year old." Twice she had to change her grip because her wetness and mine kept letting my shaft slide through her fingers. She must have remembered our wetness talk. For the first time, I felt her use the head of my cock to spread her pussy's lips and gently stretch into her virgin opening. I did not stop her, but I did say, "You have some thin tissues just inside your pretty pussy. The first time you push me into you, they will tear and it will hurt for a minute or two. Then you can slip me all the way into you. There are many ways we can play, after that, to make each other feel very good. Be careful, you might still be too small to take my cock inside you." Chloe understood, still she lowered her hips. The pulsing helmet of my cock spread her lips and stretched her just far enough for most of the head to be inside her. I knew she was feeling the stretching pain caused by it wanting to burst through her protective ring. She lifted ever so slightly to stop the pain, "Is that my hymen?" "Yes." "Some people call it a cherry?" "Yes. I've licked yours many times. It isn't very thick and doesn't have strands all the way across. Still it will hurt the first time." "I want to feel you inside me." "I want that too but when you are ready. When your body is ready. Your cherry is one of the greatest gifts you can ever give and you can only give it once." Again she pressed down. More of me stretched into her. The tightness was incredible. She pushed harder. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She let up again, looked at me through her wet eyes and said, "Help me. I want you inside me." My judgment evaporated, my heart went out to her. I sat up a little and said, "Kiss me wet and deep." Her arms went around my neck. Mine went around her chest. I felt her tense and then relax to say she was ready. When my arms tightened, she pushed down to do her part. I scrunched her down hard and quickly. I felt little resistance on my cock but Chloe cried out and clung to me. I did not even breathe wanting to be still and not hurt her. Slowly her right hand left my neck and trailed down between our bodies. There was a slight gasp from her when she felt that half of my cock was imbedded in her young body. Chloe leaned back and kissed me lovingly. At the same time she ventured a thrust with her hips. It probably stung but it did not hurt so she did it again. First pulling back and then pushing. We both felt more of me slip into her tight sheath. We waited for her to stretch and be comfortable with "this more" of me. She leaned forward and discovered that at the right angle, they drug her clit along to top of my shaft, instead of how she had used the bottom of it before. She found the right depth to molest her g-spot with the tip of my cock before it slipped on past and then lodged in her yet un-stretched tightness. Somewhere during these thrusts, Chloe discovered her body's power over me. She could see that she could make me struggle and fight not to lose control from her movements. She liked how I felt in her, how her body felt but she liked knowing she had a woman's power in her young body. Her thrusts had taken me beyond madness. My only logical thought was not to cum, hold out, so Chloe could feel pleasure first. Before I succeeded, I cried out something like, "Yes, Chloe, yes. I can't wait, your body is magic." I thrust up wildly and began to shoot ropes of cum in every direction within her immature womb. I knew she was holding on tight, riding me and thrusting. I died for a few moments. When I was resurrected, Chloe was in the full throws of a woman's orgasm. Her cunt was sucking my cock; her body was convulsing; her thighs sought to capture me and her lungs were searching noisily for breath. I held my treasure while more ripples of pleasure ran through her. My cock danced and lurched in her now open body. Her fingers kept checking that I was fully inside her and her hand squeezed around my cock to assure it was still hard. I had a ten year old who was a virgin fifteen minutes ago, willingly impaled on my cock. She thrust into me to feel the fullness, tease her super sensitive clit and feel me move inside her. Softening was totally impossible for me. I imagined going to the ER with her stuck on me. The thought was funny but the exquisite feeling of her learning to have a man inside her was worth my life. Chloe's inexperienced muscles were tired but her body did not want to quit just yet. I rolled over on top of her and slid my body down to suck our combined wetness away and bring her pleasure. Her thighs settled tightly over my ears and her heels dug into my back. I pushed a finger to her magic spot and rubbed it as I sucked and licked her. I had read about grown women risking everything, going for the brass ring and crying out when all that mattered was pleasure. Chloe's scream was so beautiful that tears rolled down my face. Her body was too young and resilient to pass out, but it was deathly still. "Do you trust me, Chloe?" "Yes." I rolled her over onto her stomach. I put two pillows under her abdomen. I spread her ass cheeks and licked at her little pucker. She tensed and then pushed back so my tongue could push into her. My thumb pushed into her cunt and my fingers worked her clit while I gave her my first, but world class rim job. I got her close twice but slowed. Her hips pushed pack, pleading not to be frustrated. My knees only had to part a little to spread her legs wide. The head of my cock slipped easily into her pussy. She pushed back, taking all of me and feeling my shaft rake along her clit, while it stretched into her pre- teen body. She recoiled when I went too deep and drove into her cervix. After that I was careful. Chloe's ass liked my thumbs. Her pussy liked my thrusting cock. At first her body was too tired to move but it moaned to encourage me to keep humping into her. I noticed a small blood spot on the sheets and some streaks of red in our combined juices as they painted my cock and the lips of her newly opened pussy. Her gift was too much for my mind to comprehend. I looked up her body and it looked so small, so lovely, so wonderful and so totally, mind-blowingly, sexually attractive. This time was for me. My intelligence devolved to below "caveman." I was only a male animal taking what nature had given me. I heard the female under me cry out in pleasure. I felt the female under me tighten her female muscles around my maleness to demand my sperm. None of that mattered. I needed to cum. My body arched; my balls tightened; my thighs trembled; my hands stretched the female's ass cheeks wide; I regretted not being in her ass; pleasure flooded my body and my cock convulsed, pouring life into the young girl's body fitted around and willingly sucking sperm from me. To be continued? Dear reader: The archive has no control over whether or not this author writes more chapters so please direct your queries to the author and not to us. Thank you *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 69