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Hunting is obviously more productive for me at night. But at some times of the year, like now, the school summer holidays, there can be opportunities during the day to obtain and drink the nectar I crave so greatly.
Today I check out a public footpath I found marked on a map, apparently just an average Joe getting some exercise and fresh air. The footpath seems derelict and starts unpromisingly on the edge of an industrial estate, then crosses a farmer's fields before running behind the rear gardens of some large houses owned by the very affluent. The path is overgrown in places and the going is tough, which heightens my sense of expectancy.
I reach the back gardens and look into each as I go past. The first few are deserted, but then I reach one with a solid six-foot wooden fence topped by barbed wire. I grasp the top of the fence and pull myself up so I can peer over. At the very top of the garden, I see a female lying on a beach towel, wearing a white bikini. It's difficult at this distance but I probe her mind and find she's asleep. The question is, is she young enough? I plant the suggestion of an itch in her mind, and her right hand lifts across her stomach and gently scratches her crotch.
How can I gain access? The barbed wire makes the fence impossible to climb. The garden is mostly separated from neighbouring properties by tall hedges, good in a way because it means the garden is not overlooked. However right at the bottom, there's a stretch where the garden is only separated from the neighbouring property by a low chain-link fence, and the neighbouring property has a gate onto the footpath.
I try the gate and it is unlocked. However as soon as I'm through, I hear a frenzied yapping sound and see two poodles rushing towards me. I run to the chain-link fence and climb over, leaving the poodles to continue their excited yapping in vain.
I probe the girl's mind again. She is still asleep, but the noise from the dogs is bringing her towards wakefulness. I reinforce the sleep suggestion, and she returns to a sound slumber.
I make my way to the beach towel and the girl, all the time studying the house for signs of movement. I detect none; the girl appears to be alone.
Up close, the girl is a real beauty, in her early teens, with long brunette hair, a stunningly pretty face, and a shapely, nicely tanned figure despite her small breasts, slim with a slender waist.
I check the girl's mind again and find she is still sound asleep. Even asleep, the mind is still working hard and making decisions and I can't force anyone to do something they don't want. I can reinforce what's already there; sleep, for example, and I can place suggestions in a mind, but only with young girls - once they reach adolescence they are beyond me. The mind makes its own choice whether to do anything about a suggestion; a simple suggestion, like an itch, is not perceived as a threat and the mind will usually decide to scratch. However if I place a suggestion for a girl to remove her bikini, the mind will invariably decide against it.
So, the traditional way, I gently tug the girl's bikini bottom over her hips, slide them down the smooth, tanned, shapely legs, over the feet, and off completely. For a moment, I savour the girl's nicely rounded belly, contrasting white from being covered by the girl's bikini, noting the few wispy hairs on her pussy. I part her legs, exposing her pussy lips and the cute little pink crinkled hole farther down.
I climb between the girl's legs and part her pussy lips with my fingers, exposing the flesh inside. I test her with my forefinger - she is dry and has no hymen to present a barrier. I lower my head to her pussy and lick the full length of her labia. She tastes fresh and clean. After a third lick I detect some moistness, and her little button becomes erect.
The taste of a little girl's juices is indescribable, beyond nectar. I set to with a vengeance, licking and teasing her clit and sucking up my reward. Occasionally I reinforce the sleep suggestion so that the girl doesn't wake up while I am drinking my fill. I am careful not to let the girl orgasm, because after orgasm girls often become too sensitive and I have to let them rest before resuming.
I milk the girl for over half an hour, keeping her continuously on the brink of orgasm, until I have drunk my fill of her precious nectar and can rest my tired tongue and lips. Now to leave my calling card. I climb farther up the girl, position my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and thrust in hard, hitting her cervix with three-quarters of my length inside. Almost immediately, the girl attains her long-awaited orgasm, her whole body bucking and writhing as her pussy pulses round my cock. The girl moans with pleasure, and I am only just in time to reinforce the sleep suggestion to stop her waking up. I continue thrusting and soon achieve my own ejaculation, the dying embers of the girl's orgasm urging the jetting sperm from my cock.
My agenda is complete, and yet my cock is still hard and I want more. I recall that cute little pink puckered hole. I roll the girl onto her belly and once more climb between her legs. I use my fingers to pull her open, and force the head of my cock into that tiny hole. She is very hot and tight and this might be very difficult, but she feels very full inside. I plant the suggestion of needing to shit in her mind, and I'm rewarded when the mind agrees with me and causes the girl to push out. As the girl pushes out, I push in, deeper and deeper. At first there's a balancing act as I simultaneously reinforce the sleep suggestion and keep implanting the shit suggestion, but as my cock causes the girl's body to become fuller and fuller, the shit suggestion becomes easier and easier.
At last, I'm in all the way, my balls resting against the girl's pussy lips, my belly crushing her cool, white, firm buttocks, her sphincter grasping my cock firmly round the base. There's no need for me to thrust, the girl's body is now trying to shit of its own accord, her rectal muscles rhythmically squeezing my cock. Despite cumming so recently, I feel my groin tighten. A huge throb seems to emanate from my very core and travel the length of my cock. I deposit spurt and spurt of cum deep inside the girl, until I feel totally drained.
My cock loses its hardness and I pull out, leaving just the head inside the girl. Her body slowly loses the urge to shit and I pull out completely, knowing she won't shit herself. I always carry tissues with me for these situations, and I use one to clean up my cock as best I can.
Still reinforcing the sleep suggestion, I roll the girl onto her back again. I manoeuvre her bikini bottom over her feet, and slide it up her legs. Getting it over her hips is the hard part, but somehow I manage it without waking her. It's satisfying to see two wet patches appear on the bikini bottom, then slowly merge into one.
I manage to evade the poodles again as I escape the way I came, leaving them yapping vainly at the closed gate. I must have sucked a pint of juice from the girl, enough to keep me satisfied for a week.
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