Bill was, again, awake before his nine-year-old lover, he was just finishing up brushing his teeth when he saw her rolling over in the mirror.

"Hi sweety," he said.

"Mmmmm...." Sadie stretched, blinking her eyes slowly, "Hi..."

She rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling, again opening and closing her eyes, then looked at Bill, then back up. Her hand went under the covers, then she pulled it out. There was a dark red on her fingertip.

"I'm still sore...did we really do that?"

Bill walked back over to the bed, his cock swelling as he looked down at his little lover.

"Most awesome sex I ever had," he said as he pulled the covers off the girl. He could see some dark flakes in the folds between her pussy and her thighs-also the lips seemed to be a little red down between her legs. He reached down and took Sadie's left hand, then pulled it to his cock.

"I'm too sore to do that again," she said as she started stroking him.

"Awww...can I kiss it and make it feel better?" he asked.

"I'll bet you'd love that," she said as she pulled his cock.

"Well," he said as he leaned over and spread her legs, then climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her knees, "you might like it too."

Sadie's pussy had the metallic taste of blood. Bill had never been too squeamish about what time of month it was, so he really didn't mind. As he licked the little girl's pussy he moved his hands up and spread the bruised, hairless lips to see what damage he'd done.

Her hymen had torn down the middle, it was now two swollen red flaps, like a torn webbing between someone's thumb and forefinger. The tear was still bloody and oozing. There was a dark clot of blood against the right one, another between her clit and her left pussy lip, and a stain of dried blood across her perineum.

"Ooo, that does look sore," Bill said, then he leaned forward and kissed her again.

Bill was especially gentle in his pussy eating that morning. A sharp intake of breath warned him that pushing his tongue inside her would hurt, as would pushing too hard with his lips as she built. He settled down to lightly massaging her clit with his tongue and she was soon catching her breath and shivering with mild orgasms.

Sadie had been arching her back and looking at the ceiling as Bill had breakfast and, after her third soft cum, she relaxed back into the mattress.

"Mmmm, that was nice," she said as she looked down.

"Feel better?" he asked, lifting his mouth out of her crotch.

Sadie bit her lower lip and scrunched her eyes with an expression of disgust. "You've got blood all over your face," she said.

"Oh!" Bill rose up and turned, looking at himself in the mirror. He smiled back at her. "Kind a gross," he said.

He went to the sink and washed his face with his hand, then used a wash cloth to wipe a blood clot from between his teeth.

"I'm sorry!" Sadie laughed from the bed.

"I don't mind honey," he said, returning to the bed.

Sadie giggled at the site of his fully erect cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. Bill swung his knee over the girl, like he was getting on a bicycle, and settled down on his knees, astride her abdomen. His balls were against her stomach at her navel.

"I've got some breakfast for you," he said as he shuffled forward.

Sadie took him in her mouth, her elbows out across his knees and her head on a pillow.

"Fuck I love having you suck my cock," Bill breathed as he watched his meat move in and out of the preteen's face.

Sadie sucked hard and stroked him with her hands even though, at this angle, she couldn't take him very deep.

"You want a cum breakfast?" Bill asked as he stroked some of her hair off her forehead.

Sadie nodded.

Bill really enjoyed the feeling of the nine-year-old's mouth around his dick head and, stroking slowly and steadily, he wasn't in too much of a hurry to get done. Sadie looked up at him with big brown eyes as she let him move in and out of her mouth, holding his shaft.

After a few minutes she could feel him getting more tense and he was lifting up slightly. Occasionally little shivers would move through his thighs and he was breathing harder.

"Oh fuck honey," he said in a rough voice, "that is so good."

Bill loved the slight roughness of her tongue on the bottom of his cockhead and, occasionally her teeth would scrape the back of the hood as he pulled back, then pushed in.

As he built he lifted up, now pushing down more into her face and, a couple of times, he pushed deep enough to make her squirm a bit-she even waved once because he'd hurt her a bit.

Bill put his fists on his knees, then moved his hands onto the sides of her head as he began to piston faster.

"Jesus girl, I'm about to cum..." he groaned, then threw his head back and gasped.

Sadie couldn't swallow with her mouth full of his cock and cum started to pool in the back of her throat. To keep from choking she had to push it forward and streams of white goo ran out the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks as he emptied his balls into her face.

Bill caught his breath with each surge of semen that he pumped into the fourth grader's mouth and, after six or seven shots, he was finished. He put his hands on the headboard and lifted up, kneeling over her. The last drops of cum stretched out from his cock and dripped onto Sadie's flat chest.

Sadie pursed her lips and closed her eyes and, while slowly shaking her head, swallowed his skunky load.

"Jesus fuck, you are an awesome little cock sucker," Bill breathed as another drop of cum fell off his dick, this one landing on Sadie's chin.

She looked up and smiled with cum soaked cheeks and still some semen in the corners of her mouth. "I'm glad you like it," she said.

Sadie took a shower while Bill packed the bags-she didn't see him stuff the blood stained sheet into his case as a precaution against inquisitive house keepers. They left town after breakfast at a doughnut house and headed toward Las Vegas and California.

They arrived at the address in Compton after sitting in LA traffic-it was 5PM. The building was a typical Southern California "Garden Apartment". There were two buildings with a courtyard between them. The pool had large "CLOSED due to DROUGHT" signs on the fence. It was empty except for a collection of dirt, leaves and brown palm branches. Sadie led Bill up the outside stairway and along the balcony walkway as she dug a key out of her backpack.

"Mommy won't be home 'til ten-she's on eve shift right now. (Bill had been told that Sadie's mom worked in a nursing home). The complex had seen better days, the wood trim was peeling and the iron railings could have also stood a coat of paint. The apartment was neat and clean. In the living room was a sofa, a recliner, a couple of tables with lamps and an entertainment center. Sadie pointed at a small desk with an old tower computer and CRT monitor.

"That's where I do my homework," she said. "Usually mommy's asleep and I have to be quiet."

"I thought she worked evenings," Bill responded, looking over the modest place.

"She rotates every month. Right now she's on night shift. I hate it when she's got mids, then I'm alone at night and sometimes I'm scared." Sadie said as she dropped her pack, then took her suitcase and started rolling it into a short hallway. "Want to see the bedroom?"

Bill hadn't picked up on "the" until he saw the room was crowded with a double and a daybed. "You share with your mom?"

"Yeah," Sadie said as she bounced down on the daybed. "Come sit next to me," she said with a smile as she patted the mattress.

Bill smiled as he walked around the end of the larger bed. "You said your mom'd not be home til ten?"

"Yeah," Sadie replied, looking up at him.

As soon as Bill had sat down Sadie was climbing onto her knees and then pushing him back. Their tongues met as Bill lay back, taking the nine year old with him and landing her on top of him. She was wearing a lime green spaghetti-strap top that had been unevenly cut off to make it show her midriff (it certainly looked like a nine-year-old had done it, the edge zig-zagged some and was fraying) and coral colored lace shorts that gave the impression you could see her underwear.

As they lay back, Bill ran his hands up the child's sides and they naturally went under her top. His thumbs caressed her nipples as their tongues jousted. Her hair fell forward and tickled Bill's cheeks. She was astride his hips and her pussy rubbed against Bill's swelling cock.

"You sure your mom's not coming home?" Bill asked.

Sadie looked down with a smile. "Naw, she's working eve shift and won't be home 'til 10." She paused. "And...I'm not sore anymore..."

Bill ran his hands down her sides and pushed at the waist band of her shorts. Of course with her legs spread so wide, the elastic would only move an inch or two. Sadie lifted up, now sitting across his hips, and crossed her arms across her front, then pulled her top up and off. She dropped it on the floor as she shook out her hair.

Bill was wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt-Sadie smiled as she reached down and started unbuttoning it. He lifted up and helped her pull it free from his arms, then lay back down and pulled her with him.

Her warm skin against his was intoxicating, as was wrapping his arms around her small frame. Again they were exploring the insides of each other's mouths while Bill moved his hands down her back and slipped them under her shorts, feeling her smooth, small ass.

When he pulled his right hand out, then reached down and pushed his finger through one of the leg holes to stroke her clam through her panties, Sadie blew out her breath and pushed back against him. Then she moved her hips from side to side and ground her monz against Bill's straining dick.

"Some one's getting a bone-nerr," Sadie giggled.

Bill pushed his cock up against the nine-year-old. "Yeah."

Sadie scooted back, down his thighs until she was sitting across his knees. She put her hand on the hard bulge in Bill's shorts. "Can I kiss it and make it feel better?" she said in a meawing voice.

"Oh hell yeah," Bill said.

The little girl undid the button and unzipped Bill's fly, then lay the loosened pants open. She pulled down the elastic of his briefs and looked kind of confused at the top of his dick, arching down and disappearing down into his shorts.

"Well, pull it out," Bill said. "It won't bite."

She wrapped her hand around it, working her fingers under. "I don't want to hurt you," she giggled.

"You aren't Babe."

She pulled and then jumped when it sprang free. "OH!" Then she started giggling. She put both hands around his shaft and leaned forward, opening her mouth. She looked up at him and stroked, still with her mouth open, then leaned down.

"Oh Jesus fuck you're such a good cock sucker..." Bill moaned as she went down on him.

"Don't cum," she said while still stroking him, "I want that somewhere else." Then she went back to sucking and Bill watched the ceiling fan as his balls started to simmer.

Again the outrageousness of the situation appalled him. Here he was, getting a blow job from a nine-year-old, a girl who'd be starting the fourth grade in a couple of weeks, in her bedroom, a room she shared with her mother.

Still even more outlandish was that she was the sexiest little cum junky he'd ever had. The mix of teenagers, twenty...thirty somethings, a baby or two and one five year old had never made his balls boil the way this preteen sex-slut did-and boy were his balls boiling...

"Honey," he rasped as he pulled her face off his schlong, "we've got to slow down..."

She smiled up at him as a drip of spit fell from her lip to his cock.

"Climb up here and sit on my face," he said.

With a grin, Sadie stood up on the bed, still astride his knees. Bill sat up and pulled her shorts down, uncovering her. He noticed some dried blood in her panties. Now he was looking directly at her hairless preteen snatch.

She put her hand on the wall, then lifted one foot and Bill worked the shorts off, then the other foot. Bill dropped them on the floor, then lifted himself , stretching his neck, and ran his tongue along her slit. Sadie giggled and bent her knees.

They slowly sank down, Bill falling back and Sadie taking small steps forward as she crouched down. Soon Bill's head was again on a pillow and his mouth cradled in the nine-year-old's crotch.

As he ate the pussy, Bill worked his own shorts off, then stroked his dick while he tongued her. Sadie was soon rocking her hips, then grinding her crotch down. She held his head between her hands and pulled it up. She was looking up at the wall the first time she came, then she looked down and could see only his nose and closed eyes between her thighs. The second time she came she leaned forward and hit her head against the wall. Her body seemed to twitch as jolts went through her-her head would slap back slightly as she caught her breath and she jerked her shoulders back. After four of five, each punctuated with a high grunt, she leaned forward again, putting her head against the wall. Then she lifted up.

"Oh, god, I...I just can't do that anymore," she said in a high voice, looking down at Bill.

His own saliva, with just a flavoring of preteen pussy juice, was smeared on his cheeks and lower lip. He smiled.

"That's OK," he paused, "tongue's kind of tired..."

Sadie giggled, then slid back and started to swing her leg over him. Bill grabbed her ankle.

"Just move back, you stay on top."

"Oh," Sadie said, as if she hadn't thought of it.

She shuffled back and sat down on his cock. Bill looked down to see his dickhead staring out from her crotch. "Just lift up some," he said in a rough voice. Sadie did and, together, they positioned Bill's dick at the hairless opening of her vagina. Sadie sank down but the head only pushed at her, not slipping between her lips but pushing them up.

Bill reached down and, with his thumbs, spread the preteen pussy but still, there just wasn't enough slipperiness.

"It won't go in," Sadie said with a breathless voice as she pushed down.

Earlier, Bill had noticed a pink bottle of hand lotion on the dresser.

"Get that lotion," he said, pointing.

Sadie grinned, then climbed off of him and walked across the room. She returned with the bottle and, again, straddled his thighs. Then she used the pump the squirt a crown of Jergen's around bills dickhead. The smell of lilacs filled the air.

Sadie put her hand around his cock and stroked, spreading the lotion.

"That feel good?" she asked, grinning.

"Hmmm...., maybe too good," Bill crooned as he lifted her hand away. "Let's try again."

Sadie looked at her gooey hand, then wiped it down her thigh, then shuffled forward and lifted up.

Bill watched in awe as his cock parted the nine-year-old's pussy and his head, followed by an inch or so of his shaft, disappeared inside the girl.

"Oh yeah," Sadie moaned with her eyes closed as she leaned forward.

Bill started a regular in and out as Sadie rocked back and forth to meet him. She started to breath with his moves, sometimes looking up at him, sometimes putting her cheek against his chest, sometimes tucking her head under his chin.

Meanwhile, Bill's hands moved up and down the little girl. Along her slim sides, over her small hips, sometimes he cupped her ass, other times he brought his hands up under her arms and caressed her nipples with his thumbs.

They were both building, moving faster and breathing deeper as sweat cooled on Sadie's back and down Bill's thighs. Sadie was beginning to moan and shove back against Bill's cock, pushing him as deep into her cunt as he could go, while the pressure of Bill's cum built to almost painful levels behind his balls.

Sadie tucked her head under his chin, pushing her forehead against his throat and arched her back as she shoved her hips down on Bill, pushing him painfully deep inside her as her vagina clamped around his cock.

Bill had one hand in her hair, clutching her head to him, and the other in the small of her back, pushing her hips against him. At the same time he exploded inside her, gushing his cum into her preteen womb and overfilling her little girl vagina.

As he shoved, sliding his cock in and out of her, lines of white goo worked out around in the folds between his dick and her stretched pussy lips.

Sadie's mother stood silently in the doorway watching Bill's cock surging as it pumped sperm into her preteen daughter. She suppressed a smile when she saw cum running down the sides of his cock and smearing on the insides of Sadie's thighs.

She had heard the sounds of her daughter's giggles and a man's low laugh when she came into the apartment-hoping to surprise her daughter and share a pizza on an extended meal break. Instead she'd watched the ending of their love making-from the time Sadie was putting hand lotion on his dick until Bill had pumped his sperm inside her.

Now the couple was laying on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, still coupled, with their breath calming. Bill looked down and kissed the top of Sadie's head, then startled when he saw the stranger watching them.

"Well," Sadie's mom said in a somewhat amused voice, "if you two are done, Sadie, get dressed and then come out and introduce your boyfriend."

She closed the door.

Sadie jumped up with shock and Bill barely grabbed her arm to stop her from running after her mother. She twisted her arm trying to get away and he had to squeeze her wrist much harder than he ever wanted to.

"Hey, hey, hey..." he said, trying to slow her down, "honey, we're busted, just let's get dressed...calm down..."

He sat up as he spoke and put his other hand on her shoulder and held her for the two seconds it took her to relax.

"OK," she whispered, her face full of fear.

"Nothing to be afraid of...you've told her about us."

Sadie visibly relaxed. "Yeah, I guess so...Still, she'll be mad."

Bill smiled. "I don't think so honey. She may not like catching us but she's known. Anyway, she'll really be mad at me, not you..."

(It would be difficult to explain to a nine-year-old...about a mother knowing but not seeing...about how certain text messages would make it difficult for her.)

Bill looked down at the cum running down the insides of the girl's thighs. "We'd better dry you off before you get dressed."

Sadie looked down and giggled.

While they dressed there was a knock on the apartment door-and for a moment Bill thought Carla had called the cops-but then he heard a normal conversation between Carla and a delivery person. When they came out of the bedroom the delivery man was back with another pizza.

"I'm really glad you had the extra," Carla was saying, "I called the order in from work and didn't know there'd be three..."

"That's fine, I always carry an extra in the truck," he said. "That'll be $14."

"Let me get it," Bill said, digging out his wallet.

Carla let him pay.

"Well, I'm glad you two weren't in my bed...at least," Carla said after the door closed. Then she looked up. "Looks like you two had a good trip."

Sadie just looked uncomfortable and Bill tried to keep a straight face but didn't say anything.

"Have some pizza Bill," she said. Then she looked at Sadie. "Honey, I'm not mad at you, just...surprised...maybe a little shocked...but if I'd objected I'd never have let you leave moms."

Then she looked at Bill. "My mother's told me about the way kids, especially girls, sometimes visit you and, well, I figured Sadie'd make her own choices-that's the way I've raised her."

She put pizza on a plate hand handed it to Sadie. "So, tell me about your summer."

An hour later, Bill kissed Sadie goodbye and started the drive to San Diego for his first set of meetings the next day. He'd promised to be back in three days to see Sadie again and maybe even take her to Santa Barbara where he had more meetings next week.

END