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The Smile Page 3
by Leslie Schmidt
We had a great time at the beach. Olivia quickly fell in with a couple of other little girls and, after playing in the surf, then the sand, then a rinse off and time at a playground between the beach and the parking lot, we were both invited to join Cally and Donna’s parents for hotdogs and burgers.
Three times I smeared sun screen on my eight-year-old. Once, while I was spreading it on her belly she pulled her bottoms away from her tummy and gave me a flash look at her pussy. Her smile was obvious as she leaned forward and kissed me—I had to stay seated for a few minutes for my swell to subside.
She fell asleep on the drive back—and I knocked on Danni’s door at 6:30.
Danni fed her dinner, the plan was for Olivia to be dropped off at eight
“You behave yourself,” she said to Olivia (who could hardly conceal her joy at not staying home). Danni eyed the pillow, sheets and blanket I had set out next to the couch. I really had to wonder whether she knew where Olivia would really be sleeping. “I ought to be home around 7:30.”
“You’ll want to hit the sack right away,” I said. “I’ll keep her until you call—don’t worry if it’s in the afternoon. We’ll just hang around here, maybe do some shopping after the mall opens at noon.”
“OK, thanks,” she gave a weak smile. She left without saying good night to her niece.
As soon as the door clicked Olivia came slinking up to me. She started to purr like a cat and rubbed the side of her face against me, then reached up with her hands like claws in my chest and started kneading.
“Oh, are you a kitten now?” I asked.
“Meow.”
I had to laugh. “Do you want your pussy licked?”
That stopped her and she giggled—I don’t think she’d made the connection when she decided to act like a kitten. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, looking up with a smile. She nodded.
She smelled of shampoo and soap. In fact, her hair was still a little damp. She was wearing a blue tee shirt and pink shorts. I leaned down and kissed her, then picked her up. “You want to go to bed now? It’s kind of early.”
Again she giggled. “Yeahhh.”
I carried her into the bedroom—I’d turn the lights off later—and lay her down on the bed. I knelt down next to the bed and kissed her again. This time we frenched and she put her hand around on the back of my neck. When I pulled back she smiled again.
Olivia has her adult front teeth in but there are gaps were her canines are coming in and she’s also lost her first set of molars. Her smile is a bit gap-toothed but really cute. I’m sure I’m setting myself up for orthodontist bills.
I started pulling up on her shirt. “OK if I do away with this?”
She giggled and nodded, then helped me pull her top off and lay back down, throwing her arms over her head.
“Oh fuck but you’re sexy,” I said as I rubbed one of her nipples with my thumb.
She giggled quietly. Then, “Danni has big tits,” she said.
“Well,” I looked at her straight in the face, “I’m not at all interested in Danni’s tits.”
“She only lets girls see them.”
“It’s her business who touches her tits,” I responded. “Same as it’s your business who touches yours. If you ever want me not to touch you, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She got a serious expression. “I know, you’re not supposed to touch me but, I like it.”
“Just don’t tell anyone.”
“I never do,” she responded.
That brought me up short. I paused as we looked at each other, my thumb was sitting on her right nipple. I gave her a small smile and moved it from side to side. She chuckled, then pulled me back down.
Our tongues tussled for a minute or two as I moved my hand back and forth across her flat chest. The drew in a deep breath, then let it out. I lifted up.
“Well, let’s see about this kitty,” I said.
I pulled down on the elastic waist band of her short, gathering the white panties with it. The elastic hung up on her hips as I pulled down and uncovered her slit.
“Oooffff, Jesus,” I said softly as I shook my head at the sight of her sex. With her legs together her slit was closed, a dark crevice with a noticeable dimple at the top. It is completely hairless—not even the super-fine, millimeter long hairs that she has on her arms or legs.
I leaned down and ran my tongue along her slit, then moved it up and down to open them as I worked the tip down to her clit. Her vulva was soft and pliable, it was clean, smelling and tasting of soap. Her crack was moist but not wet and the real lubrication was from my own mouth.
Olivia pulled in a rough breath, then tried to spread her legs but couldn’t really do much because of the tightness of her shorts and panties. Still, she made a few slow humps into my face.
I straightened up. Her eyes were large and there was a huge smile on her face. “Can we do without these?” I asked as I pulled down on her shorts and panties.
She nodded and giggled as she lifted her hips and helped. She sat up slightly as we worked them down to her ankles and then off her feet. She grabbed my head and pressed her face into mine, forcing her tongue through my lips.
I jousted with her tongue as I lay her back. At the same time I brought my hand up the inside of her thigh and started fingering her pussy. We necked and she lifted and spread her legs as I ran my thumb along her slit, then pushed my fingertip at the opening to her vagina.
Little girls don’t get wet, they just get sticky—and Olivia was getting sticky.
I straightened up again, her right knee was against my chest. I slid her foot down the bed as I straightened her leg (The left was still up, her knee bent and foot on the bed). I looked down and admired her preteen pubes.
“I am going to eat your pussy till you can’t stand it anymore,” I said to her.
She giggled as I used two fingers to spread her outer lips, opening the shiny pink folds inside.
“Oh fuck that’s gorgeous,” I muttered as I leaned down.
I ran my tongue from side to side, along her slit, making it slippery with my spit and her beginning juices. Olivia put her hands on the back of my head and neck, then started humping up as she grew. After only a minute or two she had her first little orgasm, shivering her hips and digging her fingernails into the back of my neck. A few minutes later she had another as I looked into her face and dug my tongue into her vagina.
Now her humping went out of control as she groaned and lifted, bringing her ass off the bed while pushing her head back into the pillows. She came twice again, this time rocking from side to side and gasping for breath—then she pushed me away.
“Oh god, I just can’t cum like that anymore,” she whined as she pushed on my shoulder.
I tried to force my way back down and she pushed harder.
“No NO! I just can’t take it any more!” she said loudly and laughing, as she pulled her knees up and peddled her feet against the mattress.
I straightened up again, still kneeling next to the bed and looked down at her flushed, sweaty body.
“OK honey,” I said, “I’ll stop licking you but…” I struggled to my feet as I pulled my shirt off over my head, “…I really need to fuck you.”
I undid my pants and pushed them down, my cock sprang out, fully erect.
“Well, OK,” she said as she sat up and grabbed my member.
She leaned over and took me in her mouth.
“Oh shit honey,” I moaned while she scrambled around on her knees to face me.
She sucked my dick for maybe a minute before I lifted her chin. She looked up with big eyes and an open mouth. “I want to cum in your pussy, not your mouth this time.”
She walked on her knees back across the bed, then patted the mattress. “Lie down,” she commanded.
I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my back with Olivia kneeling next to me. Again she leaned down and started sucking my dick.
“Oh fuck child,” I moaned as I ran my hands through the eight-year-old’s hair, “where did you learn to suck cock?”
She looked up at me. “Mommy taught me,” she said. Then she bent back down.
If I hadn’t been so incredibly turned on I would have been disgusted but instead I put that in the "Think About Later" column and went on enjoying the blowjob.
After a minute or so she came up for air.
“You want to put it inside me now?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” I uttered dumbly.
She swung her knee over my legs and sat down astride my thighs.
“Here,” I said, “lets….” (I grabbed one of the two overstuffed pillows I use for sitting up on the bed and put it next to my right hip) “…make it a bit easier…” (I dragged the other one down to my left side) “…for you to get on top.”
Next I reached for the lotion I had ‘accidently’ left on the night stand and gave the bottle to her.
Olivia giggled as she pumped a ring of white lotion around my cock head. Then she wrapped both hands around my cock and spread it down the shaft. This felt so good I almost lost it right there, instead I grabbed her hands and pulled them away.
“Careful child,” I croaked, “or I’ll waste it all on your hands.”
She sat back on her heels and looked at me with a grin, then at her gooey hands. She rubbed them on her thighs, wiping the lotion off. Then she looked back and, with the same grin, shuffled forward onto the pillows.
She took my cock down near the base with both hands as she lifted up and climbed over it. I watched with my mouth agape as she settled across my hips and rubbed my dickhead along her slit a couple of times.
“Oh yeah, this is nice,” she said as she nestled it at the opening.
Then she sank down and I forgot to breathe as I watched a third of my dick being engulfed by Olivia’s hairless preteen cunt.
She moved her hands to the top of her thighs and started raising and lowering herself. “Ohh god I love this.”
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she slowly fucked herself on my rod.
Her outer pussy lips where pulled wide open, her pink clit pushing up as she lowered herself, then pulling down along the top of my cock as she lifted up. Where the lips bent around my shaft small creases were made at the intersections with her legs. Also, as she lowered herself, I could see her vulva and lower belly expanding from my cock.
I reached down and grasped her hips, then started directing her as she fucked me.
“This feels so good,” she whimpered, looking down with half closed eyes. She twisted some, giving my cock a twist in her vagina reached up, lifting her hair off the back of her neck. She had her eyes closed and her teeth clenched as she moved faster and faster, making small whimpering noises each time my cock shoved up inside her.
She put her hands down on my arms, supporting herself some, and started jumping up and down faster and faster.
“Oh, oh…oh…Oh…Oh…….” She breathed, arching her back and looking up at the ceiling.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I watched the eight-year-old bring herself off on my cock and I shoved my hips up as I started to spurge cum inside her. With each pump of my balls some white goo ran down the sides of my shaft, each wave overcumming the last to gather around the base in my short-cropped dick hair.
“Jesus I love your cum in me,” she growled as she fell forward onto my chest, then lay there breathing hard.
She was so small and light on top of me—the top of her head just fit under my chin. I cradled it with one hand while I cradled her ass with the other while we both panted.
“Your heart is so loud,” she said.
“Surprised in didn’t explode,” I said, finding my voice again.
She lifted her head and looked at me with a smile. “No, something else exploded.”
I laughed and could feel my cock slipping inside her.
“No, no…don’t pull out,” she said as she lay her head back on my chest and then pushed herself down so my half-hard dick pushed again deep into her vagina and my cock head nestled at the top. “I want to sleep like this all night.”
“We’ll be kind of cool without covers,” I said.
“That’s OK,” she said.
I thought she had gone to sleep but ten minutes later my soft cock slipped out of her.
I was surprised when she said, “Ohhhh….I want you in me.”
We worked our way under the covers and she cuddled to my side. I reached over and turned off the bed stand lighe.
“Scott?”
“Yes.”
“If I come to live with you, can we sleep like this every night?”
I laughed quietly. “Well, don’t you want your own room?”
“I’ve never had my own room.”
“I want you to have your own space, like most girls.”
“Will you have to move?”
“Probably just down to one of the two-bedrooms on the second floor,” I said. (I had already called the landlord and she assured me I’d be the first on the list.) “But, I want you to have your own room.”
“Can I still sleep in yours?”
I looked down at her in the dark. Her eyes reflected the dim light from the window. “Sure,” I said.
An hour later I woke up—I needed to piss. I worked my way out of my child-lover’s arms and went into the bathroom. When I looked up from watching the bubbles being made by my stream, Olivia was standing in the door watching.
“I need to go,” she said.
Of course, it didn’t take me long to finish—one of the problems with being an old fart.
As I washed my hands she brushed past me and sat down. When I turned off the sink I could hear her squeezing out the last few little bits of piss.
I was laying back down in bed when the toilet flushed. Olivia forgot to wash her hands, she just came out of the bathroom.
I pulled the covers down next to me. “Turn off the light.”
I couldn’t see her face but, in the dark she seemed to sort of float to the bed, then settled in beside me. I rolled toward her and we cuddled up like spoons.
She was so small against me—but she was so warm also. My arms completely enveloped the child, her weight was nothing against the upper arm of my left and I was able to wrap my right arm completely around the little girl. My cock was against her right butt cheek and I unconsciously humped against her.
“You’re so warm,” she whispered, then she pulled in her breath as I ran my hand down into her crotch.
She rolled back against me and lifted her leg to hook her knee over my thigh.
Her pussy was still pretty wet—full of her own little preteen pussy juices, the lotion and then the enormous load of sperm I’d pumped inside her. My finger easily slid inside her wet cunt.
As I finger-fucked her again she wiggled her hips, then pushed her ass against my hardening cock. I pulled my finger out of her vagina and concentrated on her clit. Olivia started to hump against my hand as she reached one hand over her head and touched my cheek. She used her other hand to hold my finger in her slit. My cock was quickly getting hard against her ass.
“I want to fuck you again,” I said as I rubbed my dick along her ass crack.
“OK,” she responded.
When I tried to move my cock down and between her legs I pushed against her ass.
“Do you want to put it in my butt?”
At that moment it slid forward and caught on her pubic bone, then up into her vagina.
“Ohhh…hhh, I guess not,” she gasped.
I pulled back, then pushed into her again.
“You can fuck my ass tomorrow,” she said.
It was sooo cool, fucking this little 60 pound eight-year-old from behind. I could lift her and move her around so easily. We fucked on our sides, then I pulled her on top of me while I lay on my back. I could run my hands up and down her soft body, feeling her nipples and hairless cunt as I ran my cock in and out of her. Another time I rolled her onto the bed and got on top of the tiny thing. I would have crushed her but for supporting myself on my elbows and knees as she pushed her butt up against me.
After almost fifteen minutes and four or five orgasms she pushed me away. “I’m getting sore,” she complained.
“That’s OK honey,” I panted.
“But you haven’t cum.”
“Yeah, us old guys are kind of slow to get off,” I replied.
Olivia laughed as she turned around and took my cock with both hands.
“You still want to cum?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” I sort of croaked.
Olivia got up and moved around, kneeling between my legs. She took me in both hands and leaned down…
As she sucked my cock I tried to think about things to make me cum. I brushed her hair back but, in the dark, I really couldn’t see her face. There were occasional burping and slurping noises as she sucked me. A couple of times she lifted up to catch her breath but then she went back to it.
I thought about the ten-year-old girl I’d deflowered at my parent’s lake cabin when I was sixteen. Then how I’d talked her into masturbating with a magic marker while I watched. I thought about my mother’s friend who’d taught me all about fucking when I was eleven and too young to really cum yet. But, finally, I thought about watching Olivia as I pulled her up onto my thighs and fucked her the other day. As I remembered her gasping and arching her back I finally went over.
It was the hardest cum I’d ever had in my life—not the best, just the most difficult. “Oh fuck, fuck…here it cums, ah, ah, ….” I lifted up, like doing crunches, as I unloaded into Olivia’s mouth and she clamped her lips around my dickhead and sucked.
I only shot two or three times before, gasping, I lay back on the bed. Olivia kept sucking hard for a few seconds more before she let off. In the dark I could see her moving her lips and then swallow.
“Hmmmhmmm,” she laughed, “not much this time.” She put her hand on her chest and shook her head.
“Naw, you emptied me out earlier.
She moved forward and lay down on top of me. I pulled the covers over us and soon I was sleeping with my loving third grade girl softly snoring on my chest.
My phone rang at about 6:30 in the morning. I had trouble waking up, then realized it wasn’t on the night stand where I normally leave it, it was in the living room. It had gone to voicemail before I got to it. The call had been from Danielle.
“Fuck Scott,” she said after I’d hit the “redial” button. “The busses don’t run on Sunday mornings.”
“Oh, OK. We’ll come get you.”
“I’m so sorry to call and wake you.”
“Not a problem. Just give us a few minutes.”
Danielle looked like she was really ready for some sleep. She turned down the offer of a stop at an IHOP for breakfast.
“I think we’ll mostly hang around here for the day,” I said as we walked from the car to the elevator. “Call when you wake up because we may have gone out to the mall or something.”
“Thank you so much Scott,” Danielle said as she went into her apartment, leaving Olivia and I in the hall. She didn’t say anything to her niece.
Back in my apartment I started frying some bacon and Olivia sat down on the living room floor to watch some TV. After we’d finished breakfast I went to take a shower. Of course it wasn’t long before I had a wet and slippery eight-year-old standing in the tub with me.
Actually, she was kneeling…and sucking my cock…and scratching my balls. The place was getting really steamy and hot—sometimes in the old building it took a while for the water to get hot but there was always plenty of it.
I was getting ready to cum (I’d decided I’d return the oral favor after) when she pulled out, then scrambled around on her hands and knees. She squinted up at me as the water beat down on her face. “You said you’d fuck my ass today,” she said.
She had her face right up in the tap and valves as I tried to kneel behind her. There really wasn’t enough room, my knees were almost even with hers and I had to lift her legs over my thighs to get them outside mine. I had to lean back on my heels as I soaped up my rod and admired her purple-pink little poop gate winking at me from above her clam.
When I put my cockhead against her anus she tucked her head down and lowered her shoulders while flaring her butt up at me. I could see her trying to relax her tiny asshole. I wrapped one arm around her hips and held my soapy cock with the other, then pushed.
At first she fought me, clenching her sphincter.
“You sure you want me to do this?” I asked loudly over the sound of the splashing shower.
“Yes,” she replied as she moved her head around.
I pushed harder, feeling my hard rod pushing back against my prostrate. I moved my hips from side to side some and forced my bulb to open her feces flower. She gasped as the end of my rod pushed inside her rectum but it was a smooth slide into her velvet shit shoot as I went in to the hilt.
I pulled back, her anus rolled out, a purple-red ring appearing around my shaft, then pushed back in.
“Ahhhh…jh,” she moaned—not a sound of pleasure but of pain.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, my voice was really rough.
“No…just hurry up.”
I fucked her ass with regular strokes. Her little girl hips were so narrow to hold, I could almost touch my fingertips around her front as I used my thumbs to pull and spread her ass cheeks.
After a couple of minutes Olivia her lifted head up, then pushed herself up with her hands on the edge of the tub. She was now pushing back against me, obviously beginning to enjoy the ass reaming. I pulled her up against my chest and her weight forced her down completely on my rod, pushing it way up inside her. I was also fingering her pussy and I pushed one inside her vagina, making the eight-year-old do double duty in the hot shower.
Her colon was super smooth and her bung hole an incredibly tight cock ring. I was lifting her and dropping her on my shaft as she arched her back against me while the hot water beat our faces and ran over us.
“OH god, oh god, uh—uh—uh…” she grunted as I shoved up in her and then started pumping sperm into her alimentary track.
I cleared my throat as I cleared my prostrate inside the child, then she fell forward, still impaled and panting hard.
We relaxed for a minute or so with my cock buried entirely in her ass, me leaning back on my heels with my back against the wall, Olivia bent over forward, her forehead on the bottom of the bathtub. I wasn’t sure whose heart I felt beating in our penis-anal coupling, mine or hers, but it did give the time for the last of my love swimmers to leak out of my cock into her intestine. She began to squirm some.
“Here hon,” I said as I took her hips and slowly lifted her ass off my dick.
She hissed with pain as I slid out of her—certainly a sausage shaped shaft larger than any turd she’d ever given birth to. Her ass stayed open, a red-brown preteen hole leaking brown tinged spunk. There were a few flecks of poop on my cock but the deluge of hot water quickly rinsed these off to the drain.
She walked her hands up the tile wall and struggled to her feet, then turned around to face me, smiling as the water ran over her face. She reached around to feel her ass and winced with pain. I stood up, then leaned down and kissed her.
“Why’d you want me to do that?” I asked.
She smiled, then reached up and put her arms around my neck. “I know you guys like fucking me in the ass like that,” she responded.
“Well, I won’t do that again, it hurts you too much.”
She kissed me, then pulled the curtain back and stepped out of the shower.
I washed the last of the shit-stain and even a little blood off my soft cock, then turned off the water. There were wet footprints into the bedroom when I pulled the curtain back all the way and reached for a towel.
We spent a couple of hours cleaning the place up (my usual Sunday morning routine). I noticed that Olivia didn’t want to sit down. If she did, she’d perch on one cheek, then shift back and forth.
“Your bottom is really hurting you,” I said.
“Yeah, a little,” she replied as she lay down on her side on the couch to watch TV.
“I’ll never do that again.” I bent down and kissed her forehead. “I’ve never really been into anal anyway.”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “If it makes you happy.”
That stopped me and I turned around and looked at her from the entrance to the kitchen. “Honey, if I’m going to be your father making me happy that way isn’t something you need to worry about. You’ll make me happy by growing up to be a good person, not by letting me fuck your ass.”
She nodded, obviously not really understanding. As I went through the cupboards, making a grocery list, I wondered how I was ever going to raise this child.
We were at the mall when Danielle called. It was 2 PM. Olivia went on to her apartment when we arrived back. There was a knock on the door at 8 and I opened it to Olivia and Danielle.
“She’s got her school books and a uniform for tomorrow,” Danielle said.
“I’ll drop her off on my way to work,” I replied as I put my hand on Olivia’s shoulder. She turned and leaned against me, looking up at her aunt.
“Oh, she can walk,” Danielle replied with a bit of a snide tone.
When the 9 o’clock news came on I stood up. “Time for you to go to bed dear.”
Olivia looked up at me with a disappointed expression. “What?”
“Tomorrow’s a school day and we have to be up at 6:30. Girls your age need good sleep so you won’t be tired in class.”
“Are you coming to bed too?”
I smiled down at her—I had anticipated the question. “I’ll be along later but you need to brush your teeth and get some shut eye.”
She was naked when I tucked her in and kissed her good night. An hour and a half later when I joined her she just muttered some and cuddled up to me. In the morning she came sleepily into the kitchen, still naked, while I was making coffee.
“You’re making breakfast?” she said with amazement when I pulled out the fry pan.
“Of course, you can’t go to school on an empty stomach.”
“I never have breakfast before school.”
“Do you get it there?”
“Sometimes, if Danni remembers to pay for it.”
She was equally amazed when I gave her the lunch I’d made for her the evening before. I actually choked up as the little girl, in khaki shorts, a blue polo, wearing a backpack and carrying a lunch box skipped up the steps to the school ten minutes before the 7:30 bell would ring.
“This is kind of complicated,” Phebe said when I handed her the application later. “We’ll have to get permission from both courts and her mother to change her placement. Even if it goes quickly it’ll probably take a couple of months.”
I was disappointed. “Is there any way there could be, maybe, and emergency placement? I’d really like to take her right away.”
Phebe looked across her desk at me. “Only if there’s abuse…or severe neglect.”
“Not severe,” I responded. “Just, Danielle makes it perfectly clear that she doesn’t want Olivia. It’s really disgusting the way she ignores the child—you know, talking about her like she’s not there when we’re all three together, complaining that she has to make dinner instead of go out with friends, stuff like that.”
“I can’t call it an emergency,” Phebe said, “but, because you’re a Family Services employee there might be some way. I’ll talk to the Family Court Clerk.”
Olivia came through the door at 3:40. Let me rephrase that: Olivia danced through the door at 3:40, did two pirouettes across the room as her backpack landed on the couch next to me, then settled in the chair.
“Good day at school? I asked as I turned off the TV.
“Great!”
“It is wonderful to hear that darling,” I responded.
Suddenly her face changed, like a cloud had passed over the sun.
“Do I have to go to my place?”
This gave me pause. “Well, I guess it’s up to Dannielle.”
“Has she called?”
“Not yet…but I think tonight’s her night off.”
“I want to spend the night here.”
“We’ll see,” I said.
At 4:30, while Olivia was sitting at the kitchen table doing a math work-sheet there was a knock on the door. I opened it, hoping she hadn’t heard, and stepped out into the hall.
“Olivia’s really concentrating on some homework right now,” I said, “and I need to talk to you…”
We went back to Dannielle’s apartment and I told her about my talk with Phebe. She didn’t seem the least moved, just made a comment that it would be like her “idiot sister to fuck up a good thing.”
Then I told her that Olivia wanted to say at my place that evening, that I’d send her down at 8:30. “That way you can get some time to yourself…”
“Actually, can she stay at your place for the night? Sylvia and I don’t get to see each other when I’m on Mids.”
I returned to the apartment carrying most of Olivia’s clothes in a basket.
“Why do you have those?” she asked.
I put the basket down on the coffee table. “Because you’ll be staying here for the rest of the week.”
I sent Olivia off to take a bath at 8, then listened to her splashing around in the tub and worked hard to resist the temptation to go join her. After 20 minutes I heard the water draining and a few seconds later her blow-drying came on. I went into the kitchen and scooped two cups of ice cream. I was rinsing the scoop off when I heard her.
“Scott? I need some help.”
I walked into the bedroom to find a naked eight-year-old laying on my back with her knees up and spread, her hands behind her head, and a big smile on her face.
I pulled my clothes off as I ate her lovely little girl pussy, licking and nibbling her smooth clam to two crashing orgasms as she alternately looked down at me with a huge smile or pushed her head back into the mattress with her eyes closed and mouth open.
Then I stood up and took the bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion. She giggled as I put a generous squirt in my hand, then rubbed in along the length of my shaft. I climbed over her and she reached down between her legs and took my cock with both hands. She looked up at me with large eyes as she guided my dick into her vagina.
I supported myself on my elbows and knees as I fucked the little girl under me. She stared into my eyes, locking my gaze, as she rocked up and down with my short strokes in and out of her tiny cunt—I could only move a few inches to pull my cock completely out of her, then push back in to her full depth. I could not go any deeper than just beyond my head before she was full with my cock.
Holding myself up like that, with only the end of my dick able to sink into the child, was the most exquisite sensation, such a careful and gentle fuck as she humped her hips up to meet me and hugged my shoulders as she built.
Olivia pulled herself up against me as she shivered and came, gasping for breath. I shuddered and pushed as deep inside the third grader as I could and pumped her preteen womb full to overflowing with sperm.
A few minutes later I got up to turn off the lights in the rest of the apartment. Olivia was asleep, on her back with her arms thrown up over her head, just like she had been when I finished fucking her. Her lovely pussy lips were still wet with cum, there was a damp spot on the sheet below her ass where some of my goo had leaked out and ran down.
I imagined my swimmers, wiggling around inside her tiny preteen womb, no bigger than a walnut, working their way up the short curved tubes, now with a smear of my white goo inside them, to push against almond size ovaries. I pictured thousands of them swimming and pushing against the unripe, hard little organs, trying to find a ripe egg to join with but being disappointed in the child-sex.
We spent the rest of the night cuddled together and I sent my thoroughly fuck-happy grade schooler off the next morning.
At 11:30, while I was talking to Mr. Gibbs, and 83 year old veteran of Korea and Vietnam who suffered from a neurological disorder from Agent Orange, my phone chimed with an e-mail.
I’ve set up a meeting with my boss for 3:30. Can you give Danielle and Olivia a ride?
That night, in spite of it being a school night, I emptied my sperm into Olivia’s crotch twice and her mouth once. As she ran up the school steps in the morning I hoped any jiz leaking out of her would be soaked up by her panties and not run down her legs. After I finished my calls I stopped in the building office to talk about moving into a two bedroom.
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