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(Mg, ped, oral, anal, fantasy) *** The first time I saw Isabella she was sitting alone at a picnic table in a highway rest area, looking so very vulnerable in the dim light cast by the parking lot's few lamps. I was walking from the lot to the small building which housed the rest rooms and vending machines when I noticed her, sitting there with her hands folded on her lap, eyes cast downward. I found it a bit odd that she would be out there by herself this late in the evening, but assumed that she was with whoever was driving the one other car in the parking area. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should ask her about this. While concerned, I also did not want to scare her or have a protective parent come out of the restroom and misunderstand my intentions. After a short internal debate, my concern won and I walked over to where she sat. "Hello?" I said tentatively. She looked up at me, and I was speechless. One thousand words could not adequately express the loveliness of her face: I could only assume that when all of those great artists of the Renaissance painted child-like angels and cherubs, this must have been the kind of beauty that they were attempting to portray. I judged her to be about eleven years old, and could see that the metamorphosis of little girl to young lady was well under way. The last vestiges of chubbiness were fading from her cheeks, and slightly pronounced cheekbones gave an air of maturity to her countenance. Her lips were full and ruby red, as if she were wearing lipstick; a stark contrast to her skin, which, while smooth and free from blemish, was quite pale. Her pallor might have been alarming if the rest of her appearance and demeanor did not so strongly suggest good health, and I attributed it to the artificial light of the mercury lamps in the parking lot. Further contrasting her skin was her thick, black hair, which cascaded down either side of her face in a complex swirl of waves and large curls to just above her shoulders. A small black bow was clasped to the hair at the back of her head. She was wearing a long-sleeved black dress which was a strange combination of Victorian and modern Goth fashion, and which ended about mid-calf. I noted with mild surprise that she was barefoot. Her entire appearance was a beautiful confusion of girl and woman; of young and mature, but nothing of her expressed this so boldly as her eyes. Set below a delicate brow, her eyes nearly shone with lovely light. At first glance their color was so dark as to appear jet black, but as my glance became a gaze, I could see glints of color deep within. Flashes of blue, red, purple and green danced in these impossible jewels. These could not be a child's eyes! These eyes knew of life, had beheld wonders! Passion smoldered in these eyes! I stood transfixed (for a moment? An hour? A lifetime?), unable – and unwilling – to look away. I was lost in these eyes, and I never wanted to be found again... Then at once, the illusion ceased. She was simply a girl again; a pretty girl, certainly, but no ethereal, magical being. She was looking up at me with a curious and slightly wary expression. Feeling quite a bit like an ass, I pushed aside the jumble of ridiculous thoughts which had flooded my brain and collected myself. I realized with some embarrassment that my cock was quite hard, and was thankful for my long shirttails and the shadows. "Um, hello. Again," I said, trying in vain not to sound like a buffoon. "Hello," she replied in a soft, melodic voice. "I saw you sitting here by yourself and I was concerned." I knelt down on one knee so that she wouldn't have to crane her neck (and to better hide my erection, which was subsiding, but very slowly). "You're not here alone, are you?" She looked down for a moment, as if she wasn't sure what to say, then looked back up with a troubled expression on her face. "I was travelling with my mother and her boyfriend Steve – he doesn't like me. We are moving because Steve is deeply indebted to someone and doesn't wanna pay them. My mother is an alcoholic and got drunk before we left and then went to sleep while Steve drove the car and..." she paused, mid-sentence, as a car pulled off from the highway and into the lot. She looked closely at the car for a moment, then back at me. When she began speaking once more, I found myself wanting to close my eyes and simply listen to her voice. The soft, lilting pitch was nearly musical. She had a very slight accent which I could not quite place, but which was nevertheless quite charming. I mentally shook myself – no more of that nonsense! I refocused my attention to what she was saying. She continued, looking down at her hands in her lap. "He was driving real fast and I told him that he should slow down. He became angry and told me to be quiet or he would stop the car and make me get out. I tried to wake up my mother but she was too drunk. He stopped and got out and then dragged me out too. I struggled with him, but he pushed me down in the ditch and ran back to the car. By the time I got back up, he was driving away. I yelled for my mother but she couldn't hear me." Her voice trembled as if she was going cry. "I was very scared and didn't know what to do. I cried for a while, and then started walking. I got here just after sunset. I am hoping my mother will wake up soon and realize that Steve abandoned me." I was appalled, to say the least. This poor girl – then with startled realization I looked back at her feet. "What about your shoes?" I asked. "They were in the car." I reached out towards her feet. "Is it okay? Can I see them?" She nodded her assent. I was relieved (and surprised) to find no cuts, scrapes, etc. In fact, they weren't even dirty. They were quite chilled, though. Not surprising; the sun had been down for hours now. Seeing my puzzled look, she said, "Fortunately, I could walk in the grass most of the way, and I cleaned them up inside." "Does your mom have a cell phone?" I asked. "No," she said, shaking her head. She looked over my shoulder, and I turned to see a woman get out from behind the wheel of the car that had pulled in. The woman paid us no attention as she walked inside the little building. "Is there anyone else you can call? Any other family?" She shook her head again. "What about your dad?" I asked. She looked back down. "He's dead," she said simply. My mind raced. What to do? Call the police? With a description of the car, they might be able to track the mother down. Then what? Send her back with the drunk and her asshole boyfriend? Maybe the Child Welfare agency? One thing for sure, I couldn't leave her here alone. I put my hand on her shoulder. "What's your name?" I asked. "Isabella," she said, looking into my eyes. I felt my heart flutter when she said her name, and I noticed once again how lovely she was. I tried to push the thought aside. "What a pretty name... Isabella, I think we need to start by calling the police; they could help find your mom. I can stay here with you until they arrive." Isabella surprised me by reaching out and touching my cheek. She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes once again dancing. My imagination began to show me pictures; Isabella and I walking back to my Jeep, climbing in, driving away together. My heart beat faster as other images appeared – images of me kissing Isabella, buying my face in her hair, embracing her, undressing her. My cock stiffened again as I imagined myself exploring her naked young body, kissing, caressing, penetrating, possessing. It seemed I have never known such desire! I opened my eyes (though I could not recall having closed them), and looked into Isabella's eyes. There was no doubt in my mind, no lingering bit of rationality. There was no denying what I wanted to do. "Come with me," I said. "Yes," she replied, smiling. I somehow stood up again, and took her hand. We started to walk towards the lot, but then she stopped. "Wait a minute; I need to use the restroom first." She gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it to half-walk, half-skip into the building. I watched her hair bounce as she went. After a moment, I decided to use the facilities as well. Once done, I waited inside the building for Isabella. I was just starting to worry when she came out of the ladies' room. Here in the well-lit lobby, I could see that she was even lovelier than she seemed outside – it think it was the slight blush on her cheeks that lit up her face. We drove for a couple hours before I began to grow tired. Isabella, on the other hand, showed no signs of being tired at all. She alternated between telling me about all the places she wanted to go when she grew up (though given the manner in which she talked of these places, I'd have sworn she was a veteran world traveler) and playing music on my MP3 player. She had an ear for music, and quickly picked up many of the songs. She had a few favorites which she played again and again, singing softly along with them. When she stopped and asked if I minded, I emphatically told her I loved to hear her voice. She smiled and sang on. Shortly after midnight, I decided to stop for the night. The only place around was a campground which had cabins for rent. I was worried that it was closed when I saw no other cars around, but there was a light on outside the office, and after ringing the bell an attendant with sleep in his eyes opened the door. He explained that September marked the beginning of their slow season, and that my daughter and I could have the pick of the lot. Isabella smiled and said "Get one by the lake, Daddy," then giggled. I took the key the attendant offered, and we drove about five minutes down the road to the cabin. I hadn't expected much more than a hopefully clean bed, but was pleasantly surprised to find a very clean and cozy space inside. There was only one room and the bathroom, but it was large enough for the small kitchen area, the queen-sized bed, and the hide-a-bed loveseat. There was a large fireplace in the corner, with a neat stack of wood. I immediately set about making a fire. Once the fire was set, I turned to see Isabella sitting on the bed, watching me with a smile. "You can have the bed, and I'll sleep on the pull- out," I told her, walking around the bed. She reached out and took my hand. "No," she said, pulling me gently towards where she sat. "Stay with me." I was standing before her, my hand in hers. She looked up at me, reached up to touch my face, and then traced her fingers down my neck and to my chest. "Isabella," I began, trying desperately to find the words to resist. Her eyes... "Don't you want me?" she whispered. Her voice seemed deeper, fuller. It was still the voice of a girl, but as if a woman had borrowed it and was using it to express her desires. "Yes...no... yes! But... Isabella, you're just a girl... We shouldn't... we can't..." my voice trailed off as carnal images once again played through my mind. I reached out to push her away, but my arms would not obey. Instead, they lifted her up to me, encircling her. "Yes, my love..." Isabella sighed. My lips found hers, and I kissed her passionately. Her luscious red lips felt as if they were made for mine as we melted together. I clutched her hair with my left hand, and slid my right down her back to her butt. She wrapped one leg around mine and pulled me closer to her. I kissed my way to her neck, and she moaned softly as I nibbled the smooth skin there. I she grasped the back of my head and pulled me to her, grinding her neck against my lips and teeth. I worried that I might hurt her, but she would not allow me to pull away. "Bite me, my love!" Isabella moaned. As she urged me on, she slid her hands down to unfasten my pants. I felt her tiny fingers wrap around my cock, and I lust overcame me. I bit her neck, stopping just short of piercing her skin. Her hands squeezed my cock until pain and pleasure became one, and she cried out. "Yes! Yes! Take me, my lover! Ravage me, penetrate me, take me any way you wish!" she cried. Her little girl's voice cried out pleas of lust, and I could only answer her with my own lust. I turned her around so that she was facing the bed and clawed at the laces of her dress. I soon had them loose enough to pull it off. She wore no undergarments, and stood before me completely naked. I quickly removed my own clothes, and took her in my arms. I wrapped my arms around her roughly, one hand caressing her budding breasts, and the other making its way down between her legs. She raised one foot and set it on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs nicely. I plunged a finger into her tight young slit, and rubbed her hard little clit with my thumb. She groaned, covering my hands with hers. She moved her pelvis in unison with the motions of my hand, and her round little ass bounced against my cock. My pre-seminal fluid covered my cock, and soon the valley between her ass cheeks was slippery with it. As my cock slid up and down, I could feel her tiny anus twitch with pleasure. "Yes, my darling, do you see? Do you see how much I want you? Take me my love, fill me with your warmth. Fuck me... Fuck this little girl!" I could not even articulate my lust; I could only growl/groan as I pushed her down on the bed. The head of my rigid shaft lay just over her little pink anus, and there was no resisting my animal passion. I pushed the tip of my cock inside her incredibly tight hole, and she cried out. I slowed for a moment. "No, my lover," she grunted as she pushed herself back, her anus sliding inch by inch towards the base of my manhood. "Don't worry; there is no pain, only pleasure. Take me, fuck my little ass!" I needed no further encouragement. I thrust myself as far as I could, pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back into her. I fucked her with total abandon, and she responded in kind, groaning and crying out, urging me on with obscenities that no eleven year old girl should know. As my cock pounded her ass, I could feel her fingers frantically fingering her little pussy. Before long, I could feel my climax building, and increased my already fast tempo. I reached down with my left hand and roughly pulled her gorgeous raven hair, which set off her own orgasm. "Yesyesohmy ohgoodnessyesmy godsYES! AAAHHHH...!" Isabella screamed as she arched her back. She clawed at her pussy, and she began to come in wave after wave. I could hold back no more. With one final, brutal thrust I cried out and buried my shaft in her ass, and a torrent of semen shot forth, spurt after hot spurt. Our bodies shook, both wracked with pleasure, and our cries continued until at last we collapsed into each other's arms. We held each other, and I kissed her gently all over her face. "My god," I said, once I could speak again. "I have never felt like that in my life." Isabella smiled, and snuggled closer to me. Despite the fire, she felt cold against me, and I grabbed one corner of the blanket and wrapped it around us. "Thank you, my darling," she whispered. "You are a wonderful lover." A small part of my mind wondered how much experience this young girl could possibly have for comparison, but most of me didn't care. No matter what tomorrow may bring, there was no wrong or right this night, only Isabella, my forbidden lover. I must have drifted off for a moment, because the next thing I knew, she was kissing her way down my body, lightly stroking my cock and playing with my balls. After the orgasm I just had, I would not have ever expected to have an erection so quickly, but her lips, tongue, and fingers proved me wrong. Her lightly flicking tongue reached my cock, and she looked up at me with a devilish gleam in her hypnotic eyes. "I want to taste you, my lover," she said sweetly, and then she wrapped her lips around the tip of my shaft. "Wait," I said, "This isn't fair... I want to taste you too." Isabella smiled at me, and moved around so that her lovely, pre-teen pussy hovered over my face. She was completely hairless, and the light pink skin of her lips stood out against her otherwise pale skin. As I felt her mouth return to my cock, I spread her sex open with my fingers. I caught the faintest scent of her arousal, and I kissed her slit. So soft, so pure, so sexy! My passion consuming me, I slid my tongue into her. Isabella's mouth and fingers worked magically on my cock, and I found myself once again incredulous that this young girl could give such pleasure. As her little fingers worked my cock, she alternately ran her tongue up and down and sucked ever more of my length. Before long, she worked the entirety of my manhood into her throat. Knowing that I could not keep from coming much longer, I doubled my efforts on her tight cunt. I worked my tongue in and out of her opening, and nibbled her clit with my lips. I sometimes let my tongue wander back to her puckered anus, probing into her asshole, then back to her pussy. She began to rock her hips, riding my mouth to her orgasm. Isabella's body tensed and I heard her muffled cries from her cock-filled mouth. As she came, she sucked more frantically on my cock; I was going to come at any moment. As my balls filled with semen, I felt a light twinge of pain in my shaft. Her playful nibble was all it took to put me over the edge. The fluid rushed out of my cock into her mouth, and I felt her sucking it out as fast as it would come. I had never felt such pleasure! Her hand rhythmically squeezed the base of my cock as if she was milking it, and the sensation of the suction was incredible. I cried out again and again, as wave after wave crashed over me. I felt lightheaded; the room seemed to spin and my vision dimmed with the intensity of my orgasm, and still she sucked me, her little fingernails digging into the flesh of my cock. I violently grabbed her hair, not pulling her away, but holding her there in place, her mouth consuming me. When at last, it became nearly unbearable, when I thought I might go mad, she relented. Her mouth relaxed its grip on my cock, and then drew slowly away. Though I could not imagine having survived if the riot of sensation had continued, I felt like weeping as the last of my sex slipped from her mouth. My little lover rolled off of me, and I moved up on the bed to lean against the head board. That is, after a few attempts – my orgasm left me weak, and it was only with the help of my Isabella that I could finally get seated upright. Despite the fireplace, the room had grown colder, and I shivered slightly. Isabella noticed this and climbed up onto my lap, where she sat straddling my legs and facing me. She looked flushed from exertion. I welcomed the warmth of her skin next to mine. "My darling, are you cold?" she asked rubbing my cheek, and then kissing my lips. I could not manage an intelligent response, I only nodded and smiled. "Yes, my lover, so cold... but I will take care of you, my darling." Isabella kissed my lips, my cheek, my neck. She moved her hips, and I could feel her wet, hot pussy against my hard cock. How could I possibly be hard again? I didn't know; I didn't care. I only wanted to be with her, to be in her. The heat of her little girl's sex against my skin was incredible as she slid her pussy onto my rigid member. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so perfect! She moved her hips slowly, lovingly. I couldn't move with her; I was too weak. I could only embrace her tiny body and hold her. I clung to her as a drowning man clings to a life preserver. She began to speak softly into my ear. "My darling, my lover... How wonderful you are! How passionate, how lusty, how loving! So many nights have I waited, only to be disappointed. Sometimes there is nobody; sometimes there are people but they don't care. Sometimes there are men who want to hurt me, rape me, and kill me." Her voice rose and fell musically, and I let myself be carried away with its sing song melody. Her tiny nipples were hard against my chest, her fingers clutched my back, her hair brushed against my skin. To be here with her was all I wanted forever. Isabella continued. "Yes, my love, there are many who would hurt me, but they never do. They never hurt anyone again, in fact; I make sure of that. Then I wait again. And again. For so long have I waited – years, scores of years. How often does one like you come along, my darling? One whose thoughts are so beautiful to read, whose heart is so pure? One whose motives are true, but who also knows desire and lust and passion!" I felt her lips on my neck, then the slightest tingle, then an explosion of light, sound, color and feeling. I could hear her voice again, though her lips never left my neck. I felt myself getting lighter, emptying, being drained. Her kiss! As incredible as the sensation was of my cock inside her, her kiss on my throat was infinitely more powerful, more erotic, and more vital. I was dimly aware that I was coming again, though even that sensation could not compare to her kiss. Her voice - melodic, hypnotic – sang again in my head... "It is you, my love. You are the one for whom I have waited, for whom I have longed these many, many years. I have seen into your heart and into your soul. I know you are the one for me." The myriad sensations were beginning to fade and I felt as if I were descending into a deep chasm. Light and color disappeared slowly, and all sound ceased until it was only her voice that I could hear. Isabella was all that there was now, Isabella and the darkness that consumed me. I was floating in the void but I was not afraid; not as long as I could sense my Isabella. I drifted. "Come, my love, time grows short now. Yes, darling, follow my voice. Come back to me, you can find the way." I felt a fleeting moment of choice; I could sense that the bond between me and this impossible little girl was beginning to weaken, and that if I made no effort to go back this connection would soon vanish. Oblivion awaited me down this path, I knew; nothing and nothing forevermore. Conversely, I could latch on to her beautiful voice and return to her... Choice, did I say? There was no choice! There was no way I could ever choose to leave my darling little lover! "Isabella?" Only darkness... I reached out with my mind, "Isabella, my love?" Faintly, as is from an eternity away: "I am here, my dearest. Find me." I willed all that I now was to return to my Isabella, and I seemed to hurtle forth in the darkness. A vision took shape in my mind: Isabella and I joined together as one, me kissing her neck. Points of light and color began to appear, infinitesimal at first, but rapidly growing in strength and intensity. As I flew, my ethereal form seemed to take on substance once more, and physical sensation was returning now. The light from the fire, the moist heat of her sex around my cock, the feathery caress of her hair on my face, the scent of her skin, the sound of her uncontrollable climax...Sight! Sound! Touch! A cacophony of sensations, but none so exquisite or as real as taste... "Yes, my love! Taste of me; taste of eternity! Drink, my darling," she urged, though I no longer needed any encouragement. I kissed her and drank from her, drank OF her. I felt myself being filled with vitality and knowledge and the truth of what she was. Impossibly young, yet impossibly old; dead, yet undying...my dark little princess. I felt as if I could drink forever and still not slake this thirst, but I felt her pulling away. Though the physical kiss was broken, I could feel that the union between us remained, now unbreakable. I looked into my lover's eyes. The dancing colors were there, but magnified a hundred fold – every hue of every color, along with colors that no mortal eye could ever see, but which now were plain to me. I smiled as I realized that Isabella was seeing the same in my eyes, and she smiled back as she heard me realize it. Time passed as we looked upon each other, and instinct soon told me we could not stay in the cabin any longer. This magical night was drawing to its end as the dawn inexorably approached. For one fleeting moment I despaired, not wanting to move from this spot where Isabella and I had joined ; where I had died and been reborn. I laughed as I realized what a silly and mortal thought that was. What was time to us now? We had forever. "Yes, my prince, my lover, my darling," Isabella said without speaking, "forever together." My Dark Lolita... ...my impossible lover... ...my Isabella. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 72