J. Wellington Thorpe

Three Little Naughties: Stories About Three Little Naughty Girls

The First Way

The girl was pleased. The first half of the performance had gone well but now in the middle of the second she felt as though she was playing better than she had ever played in her life. She could almost feel the music as the string quartet played for the private party in this huge house. The room had excellent acoustics and the audience of about thirty people were very appreciative of the musicians who were performing for them. The only slight downside was the heat from the lights that blazed down at them, which had them all perspiring soon after starting their performance but the host had graciously organised some drinks for them during the short interval.

The ten-year-old violinist didn't know why but she felt everything so much more acutely than usual. She could feel the vibrations from the music travelling through her body from where she held the violin under her chin. She could feel her skin as if her clothes were brushing it as she moved. She realized with a shock that her nipples were hard and she had an itch between her legs that caused her to rub her thighs together in an attempt to ease it. Looking up, she noticed that everyone in the room was looking at her. She wondered if they could see what the curious feelings were doing to her. Could they see that she was beginning to pant and was getting a strange sexual feeling? Although she loved her music, never before had it affected her this way! As though through a mist she realized that hers was the only instrument left playing but she felt that she just had to finish before she could stop. The room had begun to spin before her and just as she felt herself topple over, hands steadied her and she was led to a chair to sit down. “Don't worry.” She heard a voice say. “It is so hot in here that you must feel faint.

I'll just loosen your clothes for you.” Feeling her blouse being undone should have worried the young girl but for some reason she just couldn't think straight. Even when the button on her skirt was undone and she felt it sliding down her legs Bea couldn't object and as the welcome sleep engulfed her she was thinking only that it was so frustrating to have been playing so well and yet not having been able to finish the piece. As she came to, Bea tried to make sense of things. She was still on the small stage looking sideways at the audience but they were all upside down. Trying to raise herself she found, hurt her wrists and finally it dawned on her that she was bound on her back over a piano stool wearing only her underwear. With her head off one end of the stool and her bottom off the other the only part of the helpless girl actually on the stool was her back. Her arms along with her ankles were tied to the legs of the stool that were under her shoulders, pulling her legs back painfully and leaving her crotch wide open to the audiences view. From her upside down position, she watched in frightened silence as two men got up and walked over to where she lay. She realized from her height that there must be something under the piano stool as she was raised to a point where she was at a level with the men's crotch and the thought confirmed her worse fears as to what they were going to do to her.

“My dear we are so pleased that you were able to come here tonight,” a man who she recognized as the party's host said. “My friends and I are some of your biggest admirers. Not only are we admirers of the talent that you show in your music but we have long admired your beautiful body as well.” “Please let me go,” Bea begged. “I won't tell anyone if you let me go now.” “What and disappoint your audience?” The man said gesturing towards the men and women sitting watching. “I'm sure that you really wouldn't want to do that, would you?” “Please just untie me,” Bea cried, tears beginning to fall from her eyes as the helplessness of her position sunk in. “Oh no,” the man said. “Just consider the ropes as the strings on your violin and you as a lovely musical instrument. Your moans, cries and screams will be the notes of our music as the members of the orchestra,” at this he waved a hand towards the audience, “play your body.” “We are going to add some more strings later but for now these will do,” he continued “But first we have to savour your body as we would a fine Stradivarius.” Taking up a pair of scissors he came over to Bea and cut the straps on her lacy bra before sliding the points between her breasts and snipping the fabric, which allowed it to spring to either side, exposing her perfect small breasts with their small brown nipples to everyone in the room.

Handing the scissors to the man who stood by her legs he reached out and pulled the remainder of her bra from Bea's helpless body. Now she felt the blade slip under the material at the side of her matching panties and felt the material release as it was cut through. “No don't please,” Bea cried out as she felt the fabric on the other side of her panties go loose as it too was cut and then the ruined cloth was pulled from her body leaving her naked beneath the eyes of the audience. Through her tears of frustration and helplessness Bea noticed for the first time the video cameras as they recorded her humiliation. As she dropped her head back, tired from the effort of holding it up she saw that the host had undressed and stood naked with his cock pointing towards her face. Reaching across her he gently grasped her breasts and began to massage them with his hands. “No please don't,” the young girl begged again. The host squeezed her breasts hard and Bea cried out as pain shot through her body.

“That's better,” he said with a smile. I was fed up with hearing the same tune again and again.” Taking hold of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs he pulled upwards and Bea arched her back to try to avoid even more pain. The man seeing what she was doing just smiled at her and pulled harder until she screamed again. “Lovely,” he said. “Music to my ears. Now lets see what you sound like with this in your mouth?” Putting his cock against the young girl's lips he squeezed her nipples again and when she opened her mouth to scream he slid his cock inside and to the back of her mouth making her choke as her gag reflex massaged his cock for him. Feeling every ridge and vein of the cock in her mouth Bea wanted desperately to bite down but fear of what they would do, prevented her. In her upside down position she felt so vulnerable and so open. As the man fucked her mouth she could feel how the way that her legs were pulled back, opened up her pussy to those who sat in front of her. She had never had anyone use her the way this man was. True she had given oral sex to her father on a number of occasions, but this man was just fucking her mouth relentlessly. She was glad that he had pulled back slightly so he was no longer choking her but she could feel him speeding up and realized that he was going to come inside her mouth. “I want you to swallow every last drop,” her attacker warned her. “Spill any and I'll make sure you regret it.” As her mind went into a frenzy, Bea tried to think of a way out of this. She didn't even swallow her boyfriend's cum and certainly didn't want to swallow this stranger's but even as she tried to think, she felt his cock pulse in her mouth and she choked as his hot spunk filled her throat. Ramming his cock up against her throat her attacker held it there as spurt after spurt of hot cum erupted from the end, filling and choking the young girl until she had no choice but to swallow if she wanted to breathe again. Finally he finished and as he pulled out some of the copious amount of cum still in her mouth leaked out and ran down into her eye.

“You'll pay for that later,” the man told her as he used his finger to catch the leaking cum and brought his finger up to the lovely girl's mouth. “Suck it off,” he shouted and in fear for her life Bea opened her mouth and sucked the slimy goo from the man's finger. Applause erupted from the audience as the man took a bow before stepping off of the stage to allow three men to join the man who had removed her panties. All of the men stripped and then took their placed around Bea's naked body as if waiting for a conductor to tell them to begin. Finally Bea felt the man between her legs reach out and run his finger lightly up and down the slit of her pussy. She felt his thumb rest against her clit and felt it begin to make little circular movements as she strained at her bonds, feeling herself aroused despite the fact that she was being used by force. Now the man on either side of her reached out and gently cupped a breast each. Their hands squeezed and released her breasts and Bea began to fear that they would make her come in front of the audience as the man between her legs sped up. Little gasps and yelps escaped the beautiful girl's lips as all three of the men worked on making her reach an orgasm. Bea was thrashing about in her bondage as the two men working on her breasts used the heel of their hands to squash her breasts flat against her chest while the man between her legs just rubbed harder and faster. With a yell that filled the room Bea finally came. It was unlike anything that she had ever felt before in its intensity and as the hands continued to keep her cumming she heard the applause again from the audience and her face reddened in embarrassment. Suddenly both breasts got painfully pinched at the same time and as Bea opened her mouth to cry out she again had it filled with a man's cock. This man slowly slid his cock in and out of her mouth as if he was in no rush to come. Bea could feel another orgasm approaching as the others continued to work her body like the fine instrument that it was. She tried to cry out as she again came but all that emerged was a long moan. The audience however saw her upward thrusts and her shuddered orgasm and again burst into applause. Now she felt the man between her legs push his cock between the lips of her pussy and rub it against the entrance to her treasure. She was slick with her own juices as he pushed harder and she began to feel herself stretch as his cock began to disappear inside her. She still felt super sensitive from the drugs that she had been given so could feel every bump, as his cock stretched her open as she had never felt stretched before. As he forced the last inch into her she winced as she felt it bump against her cervix as he bottomed out inside her. Like the man in her mouth he began to gently fuck her and then she felt the two other men's mouths cover her breasts and start sucking and licking at her sensitive nipples. The feeling was electric. Never had Bea felt this way. All four men had established a slow rhythm that had her constantly on the edge of an orgasm as they used her body for their and the audiences pleasure.

Slowly they began to force themselves on her harder. Now she felt one cock bruising the back of her mouth with every stroke as the other cock banged hard into her cervix making her squeal and jump as they pounded into her. The mouths on her breasts had started to nip and pull at her nipples as teeth closed over them. Bea jumped then jumped again as the point of hurt was constantly changing. Despite the pain however Bea couldn't stop her body responding to the stimulation she was receiving. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she felt betrayed by her body as it began to shake in the beginnings of another orgasm. As her hips thrust up to meet the cock that was trying to force itself even deeper inside her she felt the cock in her mouth stiffen and swell as it began to spray cum down her throat. With her throat blocked she struggled for air, feeling as though she was being asphyxiated as she felt the cock in her pussy stop moving as it's owner began to spray his cum deep inside her. Her own orgasm hit her harder and stronger than any she had previously experienced and even as she began to black out she felt the other two men splatter their cum across her breasts and heard the frantic applause of the audience in the background. When Bea came to she found herself seated in a large wooden chair. Her ankles were tied to the front of the chair and her hands were bound together in front of her. She could still taste the man's cum in her mouth and could feel a trickle of cum escape from her pussy and run down her body onto the chair. The audience were standing around drinking as if this were a natural intermission in the performance but once they noticed Bea was awake all eyes returned to her and the talk died down. The host brought a soft drink over and Bea looked carefully at it before gratefully drinking it down. If it were drugged, she reasoned there really wasn't much she could do about it and she was very thirsty. “Well my dear we all enjoyed the little introduction piece,” he told her. “Now we move on to the main body of the performance, before we finish with a crescendo that should bring you a standing ovation. Mind you I suppose that in your case a standing ovation from us will just mean that you will have to give us an encore,” he continued, laughing at his own joke. At a signal from the man several others came over and untied her from the chair before leading her back to the small stage and to the piano stool on it's platform in the middle. As Bea was leant backwards onto the stool she noticed that she had been cleaned up and that her breasts were no longer coated in cum. This time they didn't tie her down but four strong men held a limb each to prevent her moving as with horror she saw that a line of naked men had formed with the first one standing between her knees, his hard cock jutting upwards.

Dropping her head back she found another line of naked men waiting and realized just what the main body of the performance was going to consist of. She knew that she was about to be gang raped in both ends and was helpless to stop these depraved men from using her. Bea kept her head up hoping to delay the rape of her throat by the men behind her but this meant she could see everything as the men holding her legs pulled her pussy lips apart to make it easier for the man standing between her legs to push his stiff cock into her still tight pussy. She could feel the cock slowly sliding up inside her, lubricated by the earlier rape. Slowly the man kept pushing until his cock was completely buried in her young body and his pubic hair was touching hers. Now the man began to slowly withdraw his cock and then push it all the way back inside her body. Bea groaned at the intense feelings that ran through her as the man's fingers started to rub at her clit and a feeling like a bolt of electricity shot through her body. Throwing back her head Bea found a hard cock waiting. A pair of hands held her head down to stop her moving and the cock was pressed against her lips. She could feel the wetness of the man's precum coating her lips as she tried to stop his entry but a sudden pain as the man between her legs pinched her clit, made her scream until the sound was cut off when the cock was shoved into the warm cavity of her mouth. Now muffled moans and groans were all that escaped the young girl as the two men synchronized their thrusting at opposite ends of her body. Bea felt totally full one second and then empty the next. The man between Bea's legs began to thrust with more force as he neared his climax. His rubbing fingers worked at her clit with an urgency that sent her into a frenzy as Bea was forced to orgasm, her virginal muscles tightening around his cock as she felt him stiffen, before she felt him unload his balls, deep inside her.

As he pulled out Bea felt his cum overflow her insides and leak down her thigh. Another cock was inserted into her vagina and soon it too was pounding away inside her. By now though Bea's attention had switched to the cock in her mouth, which was trying to bury itself down her throat. With her head bent over backwards her rapist had a straight line through her mouth into her throat and he now seemed determined to get the whole of his cock inside Bea. Showing no thought for the pain that he was causing he pushed harder and with a sudden jolt his large member entered the poor girl's throat. As Bea choked from a lack of air she felt the cock pulse as her assailant came deep inside her throat and as he pulled back she found her mouth full of his hot, sticky cum. Swallowing as quickly as she could the young girl struggled to breathe as her mouth filled up faster than she could swallow until it overflowed from her lips and ran down her face.

Having concentrated on the man in her mouth Bea was surprised to find the man with his cock between her legs was filling her with another load of cum before both men pulled out, leaving her feeling empty for a moment before they were both replaced by the next in line.

By now Bea was not aware of the men any more. To her there was just a line of cocks waiting to be satisfied by her warm orifices.

This pair never got into a rhythm as she was buffeted between them but at least the cock in her mouth didn't push into her throat before filling her mouth with warm cum. Time and time again the naked girl was violated but what hurt her most was when some of her attackers manipulated her clit and made her cum as they filled her body with their sperm. This made it appear almost as if she were enjoying their attentions as she bucked and groaned, overtaken with the feelings that they brought to her. Through the haze of cum that had leaked down her face and into her eyes Bea noticed a change in the men queuing to use her mouth. Now they were only semi hard and she realized that these men, having satisfied themselves between her legs were now taking their pleasure with her orally, their slime coated cocks being cleaned by her mouth. On and on the queue of cocks went until both Bea's pussy and mouth were sore from the friction and the stretching until finally she sunk into merciful unconsciousness. When Bea awoke she was again sitting in the chair although this time she was left untied. Looking down she could see that she had been cleaned up although her breasts and pussy were red and inflamed from their abuse. Handing her a drink the party's host smiled as his eyes traveled over her lovely naked body.

“I think that I speak for all of us when I say how much we have enjoyed your performance so far,” he told her as he walked around behind her. “I think that for the climax however we would all like you to be a little more vocal.” Saying this the older man reached over her shoulder and squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb before twisting it painfully. Screaming out in pain Bea was relieved as he released her nipple and stepped back before her. “Now that is exactly what I am talking about,” he told her and the naked girl shivered as she realized that these men meant to hurt her for their pleasure. Leading her back to her stool the men made her lie back down and fastened her as before. This time however they fixed what looked like a coat rack above her. Now a man approached and wiped her breast with what smelled like antiseptic before taking out a large needle and pushing it through her nipple. It was all done so quickly and in such a matter of fact manner that he was threading what looked like the string of a violin through her breast before Bea realized what had been done. As she screamed, more through shock than pain, he began to wipe her other breast with the antiseptic before piercing it too and threading another string through. Bea watched as the man moved between her spread open legs, his hand reaching out and playing with her clit. As Bea began to feel his touch having its effect on her, she felt her clit being grasped tightly and stretched up before a sharp pain caused her to scream again as the needle pierced clean through her clit. Sobbing quietly Bea saw the man collect up the ends of the strings and pass then through holes in the bar above her. In turn he pulled each one tight, causing her to yelp in pain before tying it off. Looking down Bea recognized the strings as exactly the same as she had on her violin and as this realization came to her she felt him begin to tune the strings attached to her as if he were tuning a musical instrument. As he tightened the strings attached through her breasts Bea looked down to see the nipples being stretched upwards and elongated and the breast beneath being stretched into a cone. Tighter and tighter he made the string as the young girl ached her back off of the table until she could raise it no more. Still her tormentor tightened the string and now her breast took the strain stretching up from her body to an impossible length until a scream filled the air of the room, torn from her lungs by the sharp pain that filled her body. Now the man eased the string slightly before beginning on the other breast, again tightening until Bea's scream filled the room. Finally he started on the string through her clit and Bea trembled visibly as he drew the sting tighter. Again she tried to lift her body to ease the pain until her body was beautifully arched over the stool but still the man tightened the string till she could move no more and her tiny clit was stretched above her body. Tightening until Bea yelped in pain the man tied off the final string to the bar above her. Holding herself very still Bea saw the audience get up and come to view her. Her body was shiny with sweat from the exertion of holding herself up and every slight movement brought a yelp from her throat as pain shot through her. As the audience gathered around she saw her tormentor pick up her violin bow and apply plenty of resin to it before bringing it to rest across the strings attached to her breasts. Waiting until the audience were quiet he gently began to draw the bow across the strings causing Bea to groan as the vibrations travelled down the strings and into her young breasts. As the bow played across the strings her tormentor varied the pressure and groans, shrieks and yelps were forced from the poor girl's body depending on how hard he played her.

The similarity to how she played her violin was not lost on Bea as the man played first one string then the other and finally both strings together with the vibrations resonating through his young victim in exactly the same way. Bea could feel the vibrations having an unexpected effect on her. Even though she was in pain she could feel herself reacting to the constant vibrations as they travelled through her breasts and down her body and was soon shaking from the effects of an orgasm. Hearing the audience applaud the performance as her body shook she blushed in shame and closed her eyes only to feel her tormentor stop. Opening her eyes to see what was happening Bea was mortified to see that he now had the bow resting on the string that was attached to her clit and was waiting to start.

As the bow began to move Bea could hardly feel it, so gentle was his touch but slowly the pressure built until cries of pain mixed with sexual abandon filled the air as the young girl was brought to climax after climax by her inhuman torture. “Please no more,” Bea begged as the torture stopped. “Just a little more, my dear,” the host told her. “Then you can go home.” Again a line of men formed at each end of the helpless girl and she realized that they were going to use her again. This time however as the men inserted their cocks into her mouth and pussy and began to pump them in and out three men took up position next to the stings and began to rub bows across them, causing terrific vibrations in all three, body piercings. To make matters worse all the pushing and pulling from the men who were using her, caused her body to move and tore gasps of pain from her as her breasts and clit were stretched even more. Soon she began to feel the men shooting their sticky loads into her body and swallowed the cum in her mouth down as she felt the cum from her pussy leak down the inside of her thigh. Quickly the first two men were replaced and this time they came at the same time as Bea as the vibrations set her off on orgasm after orgasm. Again and again the men changed and again and again they deposited their semen deep in her young body. All the while her body was being played like a violin and orgasms tore through it. The men who had been playing her breasts took their place at either end of Bea leaving the host and the man playing her clit to continue and finally the last two men began to take their pleasure on her body. Now they began to pluck at the strings and Bea's young body started to buck and writhe, as the pain and pleasure tore through her in equal quantities. As the men used her helpless body they slowly increased both the speed of their thrusts and the force of their plucking until Bea's orgasms overlapped into one huge blinding orgasm.

The last thing, Bea felt as she slipped into unconsciousness was the two men cocks swell and pulse as they filled her with her final load of cum. Some hours later a very sore Bea awoke and groggily looked around. She could see the other members of her quartet still asleep from the drugs they had been given. The house was empty and looking down she found that her clothes had been replaced. It was only later that she discovered that the house was for sale and had been empty for some time and figured out that her attackers had just borrowed it for the night. Bea decided not to tell anyone what had been done to her after she found a note in her pocket warning her that the video of her performance would be posted on the web should she ever tell of her ordeal. This left her with one problem however.

How was she ever going to be able to explain to her father why she now sported rings through the new piercings in her nipples and clit complete with miniature violin bows that would have to be cut through if she ever wanted them off?

The Second Way

Bea strained against the ropes that held her naked young body arched backwards over the chair as she waited to see what her Dad would do next. The petite twelve year old and her Father had been playing tie up games, whenever her Mother went out, for just over a year now and each time her Father tried to make it just a little more painful for her as he found new ways to tie and torment her young body. Bea loved the helplessness and the attention that she got when her Father tied her and today her Mother was out for the afternoon, shopping. No sooner had the car left the drive than Bea was in her Dad's study waiting for her tie up time. “I've got something really special planned for you today,” her Father told her as he pulled the shirt over her head revealing the white training bra underneath. She didn't really need the training bra yet, as she only had little bumps as breasts but it made her feel very grown up to wear one. Next he knelt before her and unbuttoned her shorts before pulling them down her slim legs revealing her white, little girl panties with blue flowers on them. Standing up he looked down at his little girl's body and admired her young beauty as she stood waiting impatiently in her underwear. His eyes took in the slim legs with their soft skin leading up to her still slightly rounded bum. Turning her around he admired the way the front of her panties clearly showed the outline of her cunny as they stretched across the top of her legs.

Next his gaze rose to her flat tummy and up to her almost nonexistent breasts. He could just see the bump of her nipples under the material, signalling that she was already in a state of arousal. Bea flushed as her Father examined her body. She loved the way he looked at her and could feel herself getting the tingly feeling that she loved so much, between her legs as he continued to stare hungrily at her. Now her Father was looking into her green eyes and asking her a question. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she missed it and he had to repeat himself. “Are you sure you want me to tie you up and play with you today?” He asked. He always asked the same question before each session and Bea's answer was always the same.

“Yes please Daddy,” she answered. “What's the special thing you have planned?” “It's a surprise,” he told her. “You will find out shortly. Now get out of your underwear and stand by the chair.”

As he stood back and watched his twelve-year-old Daughter pull her training bra over her head, Bea's Dad thought, not for the first time, just how lucky he was. When he had introduced her to bondage, using the pretext that she was being a nuisance, he had just expected to live out his fantasy once or maybe twice. Now here they were a year later and he got to bind her at least twice a week, usually at her prompting. Now he watched as Bea smoothed her short black hair, which had been messed up by the bra, back down and turned away from him as she bent forward to take off her panties. His eyes took in the tight little bum as it came into view and lingered on the apex at the top of her legs, which widened as she lifted each foot in turn to remove her panties. Slowly Bea walked to the chair and stood before it waiting further instructions and giving her Dad time to look at her naked front. With no hair yet covering her cunny the pouting lips showed and made her look even more naked. As her Dad walked towards her with several lengths of rope in his hands, the little girl found herself short of breath as the anticipation of what was to come gripped her. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked as he turned the chair around so that the back of the chair was against the back of his preteen Daughters legs. “Yes Daddy,” Bea replied finding it hard to speak properly. The chair was a heavy, wooden, four legged one with a brown fabric seat and back. Bea's Dad fastened her ankles to the back legs of the chair, which spread her feet apart.

Next he tied rope around her legs just above the knees and fastened this to the top of the chair legs, pulling her legs open slightly wider. Now he tied a rope to each of her wrists and going behind her pulled her backwards over the back of the chair until she could support herself by putting her arms behind her back on the front of the chair seat. Now he let her go and tied the ropes on her wrists to the front legs of the chair, pulling her wrists apart but being careful not to cause her to lose her balance. Lastly he tied a rope around her chest, under her arms and fastened it to the front of the chair in the middle, pulling her body down as much as he dared.

Standing back he admired the tautly stretched body of his Daughter as her bent over backwards position showed off the flexibility of her youth. As she felt her Dad's hands run over her chest and graze her nipples Bea was viewing the world upside down.

She gasped as she felt his finger and thumb gently squeezing and tugging at first one breast and then the other and sighed as she felt his warm mouth suck and lick them each in turn. Now she could feel his hot kisses as he kissed his way down her body to her cunny and her whole body shook as he planted a kiss right on the lips of her secret place. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his tongue spread her open and seek the hard little button of her clit and moaned again as the tongue flicked over the tender spot making her jump. Her feeling of helplessness and the pain of her bent over position enhanced the pleasure that his tongue was giving her and very soon she was on the edge of climaxing but he stopped causing her to moan in frustration just before she got to the point of no return. “No,” she moaned. “Don't stop.” “Soon baby,” her Dad replied. “Just be a little patient.” Now she felt his fingers at the mouth of her cunny as he gently inserted one up to the first knuckle. While it was a tight fit, the lubrication caused by her sexual excitement allowed it slide smoothly in and out. Slowly her Dad pushed his finger further into her until it was completely inside her at which point he started to slide it in and out until she accepted it comfortably, at which point he added a second finger. Feeling herself stretched again Bea moaned with both pain and pleasure as her Dad's tongue returned to teasing her hard clit. She knew that she couldn't stand this for long and after only a minute her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. Feeling his daughter's cunny flood with her juices as she came her Father told her to wait and went to the freezer in the garage returning with several items in a bowl. As he approached her he could see the film of sweat across her body and the tightness of the muscles under her skin caused by the harsh position that he had tied her in. Bea felt her Father untie her wrists and upper body before helping her to stand up but instead of untying her legs he instructed her to bend forward and grasp her ankles. In her new position Bea knew that her bottom was totally exposed to her Father's lustful gaze and was not surprised when she felt his fingers spread some cream around the entrance to her bum. As his finger pushed up against her anus she tried very hard to relax it as he had taught her but still jumped as pain went through her as his finger pushed through the muscle and deep inside her. The finger worked in and out of her until her Father decided to add a second finger to further stretch her tiny bum. Finally she felt him pull both fingers out and an empty feeling was left where the pain had been before.

Somehow, Bea thought, I prefer the pain to the emptiness. Now she felt something cold against her bum. Not just cold but freezing cold.

“What's that?” she called out to her Dad. “Please what is it?”

Her Dad walked around in front of her and pulling her head up by the hair showed her a large block of ice in the shape of a penis. “I made some moulds of my cock and filled them with water,” he said, “but I forgot that when water freezes it expands. Anyway I'm not going to waste them now so you get to be stretched even more than I had planned.” With that he returned to the young girls puckered anus and soon she felt the cold head of the block against her bum. As she felt the pressure of the ice against her Bea tried once more to relax her muscles but still felt the pain as the hard object stretched her open as it slid in. Now she felt her Father twist and push the ice cock further and further inside her as it straightened her insides and filled her more than she had ever been filled before, causing her to whimpered in pain. Suddenly she felt the end slip inside her as her anal muscles contracted around it locking it deep inside her body.

Now she felt her Father pull her up to a standing position making the cold intruder in her bum push even further inside her and stretch the walls of her ass more and more, but worst was to come. Pulling her backwards, he forced Bea to resume her bent over backwards position on the chair and retied her wrists to the front of the chair and tied the rope back around her upper chest, keeping her in position. Bea could feel the icy cock being pushed further inside her where her bum rested on the back of the chair. She gasped in pain as it moved another two inches up inside her and struggled to keep her bum off of the back of the chair in order to relieve the feeling. Helpless again she watched as her Father picked up another icy cock and rubbed it over her hardened little nipples leaving a trail of icy water behind as her nipples felt as if they were so hard and tight they would explode. Watching anxiously she saw her Father walk around to the back of the chair, where she could no longer see him and jumped in shock as she felt the ice being held against her clit. As he rubbed the ice backwards and forwards on her clit Bea was torn between feelings of pleasure and pain. She was aroused but the icy cold cock in her bum distracted her enough that she was unable to cum. Now she felt her Father rub the ice-cold cock up against her cunny and start to apply pressure. As it started to stretch her open she moaned in pain. “No more please,” she begged as the pain and pleasure mixed together in her mind, overwhelming her senses as the ice cock pushed further and further inside her, finally filling her completely and sending her body into a spasm of confused trembles. As she lay, bent in her upside-down world Bea saw her Dad's legs come into view. He had removed his trousers and underwear and his cock thrust out in her face as he stood by the young girls head. Lifting her head with one hand he guided his cock between the preteen girl's lips with the other and pushed several inches of himself into her mouth.

Bea knew what was expected and started to suck and lick like the good Daughter that she was. She could now feel the water running from her ass and cunny as the ice cocks melted and the precum running from her Dad's cock into her mouth made her think that maybe his cock was melting too but that was wrong wasn't it, as his cock was actually getting bigger as the other two were melting away. She felt a trail of cold run across her chest and knew that her Dad was running some ice around her nipples as she felt him begin to thrust deeper into her mouth. Now she felt the ice against one nipple and shrieked out in shock, the sound hardly making it past the hard cock in her mouth. The ice was switched to the other nipple as the first one was grasped between a finger and thumb and rubbed in a way that brought a mixture of pleasure and pain to the young girl. Back and forth between her tiny breasts she felt him torture her with the ice and then his fingers as his cock thrust deeper and harder into her soft wet mouth. Finally she felt the cock in her mouth stiffen as her Dad grasped both nipples and twisted, causing her to yelp in pain.

Seizing the opportunity offered, he thrust forward, forcing his cock down into her throat just as his orgasm exploded, filling her with his hot cum juice and causing her to swallow as fast as she could to keep from choking. When Bea had caught her breath again, she felt her Dad pull his now limp cock from between her lips and kiss his way down her body, paying special attention to her hard little nipples, till he once again reached her clit. Again she felt his tongue on her clit and within minutes was writhing in her second orgasm of the day.

“Don't worry sweetheart,” she heard his say as she moaned out her passion, “I have enough frozen cocks to keep you busy for the whole afternoon…” And he did.

The Third Way

Bea could feel the rough bark of the tree against her back as Mark and Paul tied the rope tightly around both her waist and the tree, pulling her hard against the tree and pulling her tummy in.

She was not sure that she liked this game but if it meant that she got to play with the two boys next door she decided that she would just have to go along with it. Mark and Paul were brothers and lived next door to twelve-year-old Bea. Mark was the oldest at fifteen with Paul being two years older than Bea at fourteen. The boys had insisted that if Bea wanted to play with them then she would have to play a game called kidnapped where she hid and they found and caught her and tied her up. Having been found and caught, Bea was led by the boys into the woods just across the road from their houses and once the boys had taken her far enough into the woods for their purposes she was being tied to a tree with some washing line that they had bought along. Before tying her to the tree Mark had tied her hands behind her and now they were hurting, squashed between her back and the tree but Mark didn't care about the young girls pain as he walked around to stand in front of his captive. Looking at the helpless young girl Mark felt a tightness in his trousers as his cock began to get hard as his eyes travelled over Bea's body. With her hands tied behind her back Bea's small breasts were thrust forward with her little nipples clearly visible beneath her pink, cotton tee shirt. Her waist was pulled in tight by the ropes and the trunk of the tree pushed forward her lower body, which was covered, by a pair of tight white shorts. The boys had bought along a duffel bag and Paul now tugged a scarf out of it, which he used to bind around Bea's eyes as a blindfold. Finally Mark pulled a tea towel and an old tie from the bag and forcing the tea towel into Bea's mouth fastened the tie around her head gagging her. Bea tried to let the boys know that she was not happy about the way this game was going but all that came out was muffled cries that caused the boys to grin and laugh at her as she realized her helplessness. “Paul, take her shoes and socks off and tickle her feet” Mark instructed and when Paul had her feet naked and began tickling Mark started to tickle Bea's waist causing the young girl to squirm and struggle to free herself.

Slowly Mark's hands moved up from her sides to Bea's breasts and as he started to squeeze them Bea realized that she was in trouble.

Finding the young girl's nipples through her tee shirt Mark began to squeeze and pull them between his fingers and thumbs smiling to himself as he heard the protests coming from the helpless young girl.

Looking down he saw that Paul, seeing what he was doing had run his hand up Bea's leg and was trying to push his fingers under the edge of her shorts, with little success. “Take them off, you idiot,” Mark told Paul. “She can't stop you.” “But what if she tells?” Paul asked. “It will be her word against ours so who will believe her?” Replied Mark. Paul's hand went to the zip on Bea's shorts as Bea began to really test the ropes in an attempt to escape.

Paul pulled the short's zip down and undid the button at the waist, exposing Bea's white knickers with pink edging but as he went to pull the shorts down her legs the boys heard their mother calling them. “Ignore her,” Mark said his voice full of lust as he squeezed both of Bea's breasts hard and reached for the bottom of her tee shirt pulling it clear of the ropes and up to expose her perky little breasts. “She is coming this way,” Paul warned. “Quick we can't let her find us like this.” “Okay, we'll let Bea stew awhile till we get back” Mark said giving Bea's now naked breasts one last hard squeeze before he ran off in the direction of his Mother with Paul quickly following. Bea squealed into the gag both in fear at being left alone, tied to a tree and in frustration that the nice tingly feelings that she had begun to have had stopped so abruptly. Unknown to the three children a man had seen the boys almost drag Bea into the woods and had seen Mark pull the rope from his duffel bag as they disappeared into the trees. Stopping his car in a lay-by, the man had followed quietly and had arrived behind some nearby bushes in time to see Bea being blindfolded. Instead of stopping the young lads the man had smiled and unzipping his fly pulled out his semi hard cock. Watching as the boys begin to strip and sexually assault the young girl, the man had rubbed his cock until it had grown to its full eight inches, staring with lust at the scene in front of him. When the boys had run off the man followed to the edge of the trees and was just in time to see them climbing into their Mothers car and to hear her going on at them for forgetting their dentists appointments. Realizing that he should have at least 30 minutes before the boys returned the man retraced his footsteps back to the bush, thinking about what he was going to do to the helpless young girl tied to the tree. As he rounded the bush the man realized that someone was already standing in front of his intended victim. Pulling back into the bush the man peered through the leaves fearing that whoever it was would release the girl. The sight that met his eyes caused him to once more release his cock from his trousers and start wanking again. The 12-year-old girl was still tied to the tree and stood with her head cocked to one side as if listening. Her shorts were left open at the front showing her pretty pink and white knickers and her tee shirt was pulled up exposing her cute little breasts with their hard pink nipples. It front of her stood a tramp. It was hard to tell his age through the dirt and hair that covered his face but as his gaze was travelling up and down the helpless young girl's body it was clear that he did not intend to rescue her. Slowly he reached out a hand to her little breast and Bea stiffened in fear as she felt her breast being cupped. Moving closer the tramp lowered his face to the girl's neck and started smelling and kissing her as his hands began to get more insistent as they cupped and squeezed her breasts. By now Bea could smell the filthy tramp, who smelt of tobacco, urine and things that the young girl could only guess at. As he smothered her soft neck in kisses she retched and the hidden man watched as her shoulders shook as she sobbed behind her gag. Pulling his face away from her neck the tramp pulled out a pocketknife and sliding the blade into the neck of Bea's tee shirt cut it in two down the front before pulling it off of her shoulders and leaving it hanging down her arms at her back.

Now with the young girl naked to the waist the tramp returned to kissing her neck and shoulders and tightly squeezing her breasts before lowering his mouth and sucking Bea's breasts into his mouth one at a time. Bea's little breast buds hardened and stood out proud as feelings that she had not felt before ran through her. Dropping to his knees in front of the half naked girl the tramp reached up and taking hold of the sides of her shorts slowly pulled them down her legs and made her lift her feet so that he could pull them off.

Next he buried his nose in the front of Bea's knickers kissing her on her most private place before reaching up and pulling her knickers down and off her legs leaving her naked little hairless pussy exposed before him. Leaning forward he planted a gentle kiss on the lips of her pussy before poking out his tongue and licking up and down the little girl's crack. Slowly he pushed his tongue further into her little pussy while continuing to lick up and down, savoring the taste of the fresh little virgin helplessly tied in front of him.

As his tongue found the naked girls clit his hands reached up to Bea's breasts and as she began to moan and wriggle her hips his hands started to grasp her breasts tightly as he felt as if he was about to burst his trousers. “What the hell are you doing?” A voice boomed out and a man with a German Shepherd dog suddenly appeared behind the tramp. Jumping up the tramp made a dash for the woods with the dog barking and chasing him off before it returned to its owner's side. The man hidden in the bush had been about to shoot his load when the dog owner arrived but now realized that the girl would be released before he achieved his goal. To his surprise however the dog owner made no attempt to release the naked girl but just stood there, looking over her little body as she made soft mewing noises pleading to be released from her torment. The dog, not as patient as his owner made the first move and moving forward pushed it's cold, wet nose up into the little fold between Bea's legs. Bea let out a shriek as the dog pushed harder, forcing her to spread her legs and raising her onto tiptoe. Bea's shriek's turned to yelps as the dogs long tongue started to lick between her legs and then to moans as his tongue found her tiny clit. The dog's owner by this time had, after looking nervously around to make sure he was not being watched, released his cock and was stroking it as he watched the dog cause Bea to go weak at the knees as the unusual stimulation had it's effect on her. Reaching out the owner took hold of the naked girl's little breasts with their erect little buds and started to squeeze and pull them hard, enjoying the yelps and moans that came from behind Bea's gag. Suddenly Bea reached her first climax but the dog just continued to work on her tiny clit not stopping to let the young girl recover. After she had climaxed twice more the dog owner finally pulled the beast off her and stood in front of the helpless girl holding his cock in front of her pussy. Reaching out he inserted his index finger into Bea's little pussy finding it wet but tight.

Moving his finger in and out of her velvety passage he gradually went deeper until he found his way blocked by the young girls virginity.

Pulling his finger out he replaced it with his hard cock and rubbed the entrance smearing his slimy pre cum onto Bea's pussy lips.

By this time the man watching was going frantic. It was all right watching what was going on but he wanted to be the one to take this young girl's virginity. However the other man had a large dog and he was not about to go up against that even if it meant having to take sloppy seconds. Suddenly he had an idea! In a load voice he called, “She is somewhere over here officer” and then in a deeper voice called “Over here I think I can see her.” The dog owner, startled, pulled himself from between the girls legs and thinking himself discovered ran off calling his dog after him, his rapidly shrinking cock flapping between his legs. Wasting no time the hidden man emerged from the bush and walked quickly up to the naked youngster holding his rock hard cock in his hand. Standing before her he bent his knees until his cock was level with her little pussy lips before pushing the head just inside. Bea, who until then thought she was about to be rescued, stiffened and raised herself onto tiptoe, unwittingly helping her attacker to get inside her. With one hard shove forward, which lifted her from her feet the man tore through her hymen and buried almost half of his cock inside the tiny girls love tunnel. Bea let out a shriek through the gag as the pain hit her like a blow and continued to shriek as the man forced more and more of his cock inside her tiny body tearing and stretching his way into her. The man looked down to see the preteen girl with her feet off the ground literally being held up by his prick as blood from her lost virginity trickled down the inside of her legs.

Finding the sight quite erotic he began to pound Bea against the tree, harder and harder until he had forced the whole of his cock inside the tiny girl's tight little pussy. Never had he felt the fantastic friction that the little girl's pussy provided and as he pushed harder and harder into her he felt his balls stiffen as his cock shot wave after wave of sperm deep inside Bea's pussy. Bea felt the pulsing of her attackers cock inside her and the burning fluid as it filled her up and knew that he had cum inside her. Weeping quietly she felt his cock soften and finally pull out of her abused little pussy as cum dripped from her and down the inside of her legs. Wiping his cock on her knickers the man put it back into his trousers and gave her little breasts a hard squeeze before walking off back to his car, smiling broadly at his good luck. All was quiet for ten minutes except Bea's sobbing until the dog walker who having gone to the road and failing to find any police cars had returned to see what was going on. After all, the girl would not be able to identify him. When he stepped in front of the naked young girl it was obvious from the blood and semen on the inside of her legs what had happened to her. As he mentally kicked himself for being fooled he decided that rather than take sloppy seconds he would force the young girl to give him a blowjob. Untying her from the tree he forced Bea to her knees in front of him, still with her hands bound behind her and put the dogs choke chain around her neck before removing the gag from her mouth.

“Not a sound or you are dead,” he instructed her as he pulled his cock out and held it up to her lips. “Put it in your mouth and suck it, bitch” he instructed, “and if I feel your teeth I will choke you to death!” With this he pulled on the chain, which forced the choke chain to cruelly tighten around the poor girls neck and cut off her air supply. Keeping the chain tight until he was sure that she got the message he finally released it to allow her to gulp in air.

Bea had never had a cock in her mouth before but now the terrified youngster did her best to satisfy her latest attacker.

Opening her mouth wide she allowed him to guide his cock into her warm, wet mouth before closing her lips around it and starting to suck as hard as she could. As he fucked deeper into Bea's young mouth her attacker watched as his dog began sniffing the naked girls bottom.

Suddenly the dog reared up onto Bea's back and she felt his cock rubbing against her bottom but at the angle she was knelt at there was no way that the dog could get to her pussy. Unfortunately the dog didn't know this and kept pushing his cock against her bottom.

Bea realized what was about to happen just as it was too late to stop it. The dog lunging forward forced his cock into the only opening that he could find and Bea found herself speared at both ends as she screamed around the mans cock in her mouth as the dog's cock in her bum threatened to tear her apart. Now the man forced his cock down her throat, effectively gagging Bea as the dog forced his cock further and further into her bum. Back and forth the two of them pushed the young preteen. The cock deep in her throat felt as though it was rubbing her throat raw and the dog's long thin cock in her bum was tearing and pushing up inside her. Suddenly both man and dog pushed harder and harder into Bea's stretched holes until they both stiffened as man and dog both shot their cum into either end of the pretty little girl. The man withdrew his cock after making sure that Bea had swallowed most of his cum but the dog had to wait until the knot in his cock began to shrink before he could pull out.

Looking down at the little girl the dog walker smiled as he saw his cum on her chin and the copious amounts of dog cum leaking out of her bum. As he walked towards the road the dog walker found the tramp huddled in a bus shelter and walking past him said, “She's all yours now.” The tramp suspected a trap but it had been many years since he last had sex and his earlier groping of the naked young girl had driven him to a point where he was willing to take a chance.

Returning to the tree he found the naked young girl unconscious on the ground. Turning her over he pulled her bum into the air and positioned himself behind her before pulling out his cock and pushing it against her pussy lips from behind. Pushing hard he buried most of his cock into Bea's pussy and began to fuck her doggy fashion.

Bea awoke to the pain of only her second ever fuck and as the tramp pounded away at her without mercy felt as if her insides were being torn apart. Suddenly the tramp pulled his cock from her pussy and in one quick stroke buried it deep into her bum. The dogs cum made the passage slick but the tramps cock was much thicker and he tore Bea's insides with the size of his cock as he rammed it harder and harder into her abused body until he filled her with spurt after spurt of cum. Pulling out he walked around to Bea's head and pulled it up painfully by the hair forcing his cock into her mouth as he made her clean him up with her mouth and tongue. As Bea cleaned the filthy, smelly cock that was pushed into her mouth she felt it begin to get hard again and with a groan realized that he was going to cum inside her mouth. Slowly the tramp increased the force with which he was face fucking the helpless little girl and remembering all of the people who had been mean to him and all of the insults that had been directed at him he began to see the bound preteen girl as a way to get his own back on all of those people.

Harder and harder her face fucked her. Deeper and deeper he went watching as the 10 year-old girl choked on his cock and seeing her face turn red as she struggled for breath. The friction on his cock was tremendous and finally he could stand it no more and came long and deep in Bea's throat not stopping to pull out until the poor girl had lost consciousness. Finally he was satisfied and pushed her away letting her fall to the ground and leaving her sprawled on the ground as he got up and walked away. When Paul and Mark returned from their trip to the dentist they quickly rushed across to the woods, half expecting to find Bea escaped but were greeted by the site of the exhausted little preteen, curled up naked and covered in cum beneath the tree.

Little Elizabeth's Gift

Elizabeth was a neighbor kid from down the road. Nine going on twenty-five if you know what I mean. Her mother was a fat welfare queen that split when she was about six and her father an old drunk. He tried but usually failed. She started to hang around my place simply because I was willing to let her and I listened to her some. Hell, from the time she was ten she almost lived with me.

At thirteen she was almost six feet tall. Long legs, nice ass, pretty enough face, curly light brown hair and smallish tits. Not too bad but the signs were there that by twenty or so she would be fat like her mother. Already she had a little pot growing and signs of an extra roll around her waist. But that was in the future. She used to come up and use the pool a lot. Some of the swimsuits she wore would give a stone statue a hard-on. Three little triangles of cloth and some string and always a size or two too small. Lots of nights I went to bed and jerked off thinking about her. We had talked about sex a time or two and she had always said she was waiting for the right man when she was older. Personally I figured she would be knocked up by seventeen. We had a pretty good relationship for an old fart and a teenager that were not even related. Things at home got pretty bad that fall. There was no money, no phone, not much heat and there was talk of having the power shut off. Her father would not call social services and forbid her from doing so. Many nights he didn't even bother coming home. One night she came over asking if she could borrow something to eat. She had eaten soup for breakfast and had gotten a cheese sandwich at school and there was nothing left in the house. I invited her in and called for pizza. When I found out that the water heater had quit too I invited her to shower and clean up at my place.

In the end she spent the night sleeping on the couch. In the morning I told her to bring some clothes over and that she could have the spare room until her dad got his act straightened out and so she moved in.

Her dad never noticed for a week and when he found out about it he said fine she can be your problem. To be fair he was having other troubles at the time and I think he was relieved to know that she was being taken care of. He even sent a note to the school and the doctor telling them that it was okay to talk to me about any problems she might have. It took a while to get used to having her around the house, panties hanging in the shower and flashes of too much bare skin as she ducked from the bath to her room when she thought I was not looking. Still it was sort of neat having her around. She was a good kid even if not too bright. She was scared to death of thunderstorms though and it was a real bad storm that changed things around the house forever. I awoke one night to two things. One was a bright flash and the crack of a close lighting bolt. The other was a tall warm body gripping my back and shivering in fear. I rolled over without thinking and she snuggled into my arms before it occurred that I was naked since I always sleep that way. While I was worrying about that minor detail I realized that she must sleep the same way since she was there in my arms totally undressed. She needed comforting and support more than either of us needed modesty at that point so I just held her until she fell asleep in my arms. She was a nice armful too.

In the morning we awoke and had to deal with the lack of coverings but when I offered to look away while she left she just laughed and said it was a little late to worry about skin. So I got to watch as she stood up and stretched before walking away. A very nice way for an old man to wake up and one I highly recommend. After that night we tended to forget about being clothed all the time and it became common to see each other nude. I spent a lot of nights jerking off after seeing her young body wandering around in the buff. She had been living with me for just over four months when she piped up one day and announced that she had decided to have sex and that she had found the perfect partner. She described her future lover and he sounded like a good choice. Clean, considerate, gentle, caring, and an all around nice guy. Someone she felt she could trust not to hurt her either physically or emotionally. I ran through the list of friends I knew of but I drew a blank. He had to be someone I didn't know. The upshot was she was soon on the pill with the understanding that she would do nothing until she had been on it at least two months. The last thing she needed was a kid of her own. I had almost forgotten about the whole thing until one night I was having a very nice sex dream about her. I could feel her fingers around my stiffing cock and could even smell the fragrance of a nice clean girl ready to make love. My dreams are not usually that clear or that detailed so I was really enjoying this one when I realized that I was awake and not dreaming. In the dim light of the room I could see her body bent over mine and her intent was clear. She was out to get me inside of her as soon as she could.

She ignored my protests and demands that she stop and calmly assured me that she knew just exactly what she was doing and that I had already given her permission to have sex with the man she loved. That I thought it was somebody else didn't change a thing, she was here and it was time. She was not going to wake up a virgin in the morning and the only question was who would get her cherry. She wanted and hoped it would be me but if I refused there were others and she named a boy that had been after her to sleep with him for quite a while. I knew the little twit and within ten minutes of his crawling off her supine body the entire school would know every detail. Sometimes a man has to surrender to the inevitable and with the resounding approval of my cock I gave in. I told her to slow down and to let me lead her since I knew more that she did. She was eager but understood my reasoning. We both wanted her first time to be good. I suspected that she had been masturbating in preparation because of some questions she had asked and my suspicions were confirmed when she made comments about it being just how she liked it while I played with her pussy.

I've always thought that any girl should know how to bring herself to orgasm before she tries sex with a man for real. Girls are different and unlike guys most of them have to learn how to come while boys just do it and usually too fast. Her small tits were quite nice to the touch and were sensitive enough to get her started. She was even happier when I started on her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure even before I starting kissing her there. After the first kiss she spread herself wide and let me know she wanted more. I kept her so busy enjoying what was happening to her that she never even thought about my pleasure but I knew that would come later. Besides I wanted her head to come off when she finally had me inside her. I stopped just before I expected her to climax and before she could object or question why I had stopped lapping her pussy I was inside her and had even broken her hymen. It had happened so fast the she hardly noticed the pain from the tearing and was soon focused only on the feeling of having a live prick working inside of her. She was a fast learner. It took her no time at all before she was fucking back and enjoying the hell out of it. She had been practicing pleasing herself and it was paying off. I pushed the hell out of her for quite a while before I felt her pussy start to convulse with her orgasm and as it did I let mine go. She went nuts. I spent the next half an hour letting her down easy until she was just a warm wet puddle of flesh resting on my chest. She was no longer virgin and the small smile she wore as she slept showed her contentment with the situation. We had a rematch in the morning and this time she tried to please me. Her first attempt at going down on me was cute and fumbling but I helped her work out the kinks and she finely did a creditable job at the blow and even tried to swallow my semen. She lost about half but the intent was there and I give an A for effort. We experimented with different positions and movements but the time came when she just wanted to be fucked. I had her on her back with her legs over my hips and my dick in her. I love this position since I can get both hands in action and I did so with her. Having one hand busy playing her clit drove her bonkers but what put her over the edge was when I stuck a finger in her tight little asshole. She was gone. She asked what I had done and at first the idea kind of grossed her out but she remembered what it did to her so we talked about it. We spent the rest of the day just fooling around without doing anything serious until that evening. We had a very nice slow comfortable screw and fell asleep still connected. After that we had sex almost every night and the only way to describe it is fantastic. I thought I was sixteen again. How lucky can an old man in his fifties get, to have a lover so young and vibrant? Fifty-five and fourteen, what an age difference! But that didn't matter, she didn't mind, we were two people who loved and enjoyed each other. We had about a year together before her dad died and she had to go live with her aunt across the country. It was painful for us but legally she had to live with a guardian and if anyone found out what we were doing, I would go to jail. On out last night as we were getting into it big time she called a halt and sat me in a chair. She told me she had stopped taking the pill and she wanted me to impregnate her, so that she would always have something of mine. I surprised myself by agreeing. I had grown kids and never wanted more but I would give her this. The plan was, she would find a boy fast at her new home and fuck him and put the blame on him so it would never get back that I was the father, which would only mean trouble for me. I was too old for prison. She did indeed get pregnant. She was fifteen and she slept with a seventeen year old boy she married but that didn't last two years. She was a single mom and away from her aunt and I helped her out, sending money now and then.

She would send me photos of the baby as it grew. When she was eighteen I asked her to come back and we could be a family but she had a good job and she liked being independent. She wrote that if she ever wanted a second baby, she would come and visit me.

Little Ashley Was a Brat

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Ashley Elliott and her mother Nora moved into my apartment complex on a Saturday afternoon, four doors down from me.

There were no rental trucks or trailers or a throng of friends and family helping to unload the two women's' material possessions with care. There was simply a mother and a daughter with everything they owned between them stuffed into a beat up station wagon.

Granted, a few days later a truck from one of those big rental furniture companies, that rent things at ungodly high monthly rates, showed up at the Nye residence and dropped off one bed, two tables and a very small sofa. My mind would constantly wonder what kind of life those two ladies were enduring inside that cramped apartment.

Rebecca Nye appeared, at first glance, to be in her late 40's but I would later find out she was over 10 years younger than that. Her weathered face and slumped posture indicated that she had led a very difficult and arduous life to that point. Her daughter, Belinda, also seemed to have the look of a woman that was older than her calendar years. In her case, despite the fact that she was only 13 when she moved in, she could have easily passed for 20. There was an inherent bleakness in Belinda's brown eyes that spoke of great turmoil in her life as well. It appeared that Belinda had seen more in her 13 years than anyone should in a lifetime. She was definitely mature for her age, in more ways than one. Her long brown hair was often pulled back into a pony tail but when she teased it on the rare occasions that she went out and added some makeup, she took on the radiant glow of a young groupie that wouldn't have a problem making it backstage at any concert. On the rare occasion I happened to see Belinda and her Mom go somewhere together, there was a tangible aloofness between the two that spoke of a mountain's worth of festering, unresolved conflict. When I would see each woman on their own with their own friends, both Rebecca and Belinda seemed like complexity different people than they did when Mother and Daughter were hanging out together. As the months wore on, I slowly pieced together some of the tendencies of their relationship and frankly I came to believe that the teenager was keeping better and more stable company than her Mother was. It was an interesting dichotomy.

Children are naturally rebellious and frequently react unpredictably in the face of authority. When no authority is put forth, children can go in one of two directions. It appeared that Belinda Nye had chosen the path of being the responsible one while her Mother went about her merry way, living life in the really fast lane. Still, bound by the mores and laws of society, my 13 year old neighbor was trapped in her predicament and I sensed that she would eventually fall victim to the same vicious patterns her Mother was living out in front of her, unless she could somehow escape from it.

2.

Being a night owl and also someone who finds himself always looking out the window whenever a pair of headlights ease into the apartment complex after midnight, I couldn't help but see a lot of the comings and goings with my neighbors. Not that I really cared either way what any of them were doing but with the occasional burglary in the neighborhood, a person tends to pay more attention to strangers coming around. I immediately started to notice a pattern with Rebecca Nye's late night routines as the weeks went on. Her rickety station wagon would come and go at all times of the night and many times with a wide array of men accompanying her in and out of her apartment. Knowing Belinda was home to experience her Mother's looseness first hand, all I could do was pray that somehow she'd stay immune to her lecherous upbringing. Many of the men I saw come and go from the Nye apartment frankly I wouldn't let walk my dog, and knowing those men were doing God knows what with Rebecca while her Daughter slept under the same roof made my skin crawl. Knowing first hand just how small the apartments were, I knew Belinda was forced to be party to everything socially her Mother did those nights when Rebecca chose to bring men home with her. Another example of Belinda rebelling against her Mother's influence was in the way she dealt with her boyfriends. While Rebecca went through men like pudding through a cat, Belinda appeared to have only two steady boyfriends from the time she was 11, and both those boys seemed to have their acts together much more than the skuzzy things Rebecca Nye brought home.

3.

One Saturday afternoon last April, I was on my back underneath my car changing the oil when I got to witness Belinda Nye's then relationship with her 15 year old boyfriend hit the rocks. If my memory serves, Belinda was about two months away from her 14th birthday at the time. Hidden underneath my Ford Farlaine, I could hear Belinda and her boyfriend George arguing intensely as they parked in front of the Cantrell apartment. Before they had even opened the doors to get out, the whole neighborhood was filling with the sounds of cursing, yelling and threats. When Belinda and George finally did emerge from the car, everything else around the apartment complex slowed to a halt. I momentarily quit what I was doing with the oil pan and watched the two fights from the privacy of my secluded hiding place. I couldn't make out the entire gist of the heated discussion but the snippets I could understand seemed to revolve around Belinda's Mom, Rebecca. “You're gonna grow up and be just like her,” I heard George say accusingly. “That ought to make you happy you son of a bitch…after all George…you are fucking her…she must be good enough for something!” Belinda said this not caring in the least that a dozen or so of her neighbors were voyeuristically hanging on every word. “I got to get it from somewhere…you sure as hell don't want to ever do anything…I got news for you, bitch…that pussy of yours isn't made out of gold!”

George shot back. “Fuck you!” the 17 year old girl yelled bitterly. After about three minutes of back and forth, George simply gave up and got back into his car, slamming the door loudly before speeding away. Belinda was left all alone on the front stoop of her apartment with the gaze of every curious eye in the neighborhood on her as her world caved in. I continued laying there on my back for a few seconds waiting to see if Belinda would turn and walk inside her apartment but she simply stood there with her head in her hands as if her feet were secured in concrete. An overwhelming sense of discomfort washed over me as I laid there fidgeting under my car. I couldn't help feeling sorry for the 13 year old girl that was bawling her eyes out less than 100 feet from me. I could look between my driver's side rear and front tires to see several of the other neighbors milling about, getting back to their lazy weekend routines after the brief interlude of watching two teenagers fight like cats and dogs. Looking up at the slow drip of dirty oil as it drained from my engine, I grabbed a rag to wipe my hands with as I pushed myself out from underneath my car. Why I felt the need or obligation to take myself away from what I was doing and butt my nose into someone else's business, I still don't know, but at the time I genuinely thought I was doing the right thing. The moment Belinda sensed me rising out from underneath my car, she instantly recoiled as if she had seen a ghost. The sound of her quick gasp of surprise was peppered with the ricocheting sounds of gravel skidding across the driveway as I stopped cold in my tracks. Understanding her shock in seeing my rise out of nowhere, like a satanic and oil-covered jack in the box, I froze there for a moment and waited for her to gain her bearings. Once I was comfortable that Belinda recognized me, I proceeded a few steps forward, wiping what grease I could off of my hands and arms. It seemed extremely awkward in one sense as I eased up to Belinda, a man of no relation to her that was exactly twice her age going to help her in a time of need. On the other hand, I felt the part of my brain that regulated charity telling me that if I had an ounce of concern for a fellow human being in a tough spot, I had to offer whatever support I could. I could feel an intangible aura immersing us both as I closed the distance between our bodies to about 10 feet. Stopping there so I wouldn't invade her comfort zone, I waited patiently for her to make the next move. Standing that close, I could see Belinda's clear white tears seep down the side of her face almost as if an internal faucet was minting a freshly made tear every few seconds. I could feel Belinda's body posture open towards me slightly as the soft foreboding taste of anticipation resonated on my tongue. A moment later, before I could even prepare myself, I was paralyzed for an instant as my life took a sharp and unexpected turn. In a blinding furious flash, something base and instinctual inside of Belinda Nye's mind must have snapped and her need to be held and comforted switched on. She ran like a charging bull straight towards me. The air inside of my lungs rushed out with a brutal, blunt whoosh as Belinda's 140 pound frame crushed into me. I had to take one step backwards to balance myself from the impact and raised both arms into the air as the 13 year old wrapped her arms around me in a tear jerking bear hug. Part of me said all I had to do for a few moments was to just stand there like a lamp post, giving Belinda something to hold on to until she was stable enough to move on. Another part of me however was extremely uncomfortable.

It was the classic no win situation for me. Push her away and I knew Belinda would feel even more rejection at a very vulnerable time.

On the other hand, I didn't feel right either bringing my arms down and trying to give the young girl even a semblance of a hug with the whole neighborhood watching our embrace in broad daylight. So all I did for a minute or so was simply stand there with my arms extended as Belinda's eyes soaked my oil stained tee-shirt. Standing there helplessly in the girl's emotional grip, I disparately tried ignoring the sensations of her large breasts tightly wedged against my chest as she pulled me closer with her clenched fists. It was just like the proverbial pink elephant however, the more I tried not thinking about the young girl's mature endowment, the more I felt the weight of her womanhood mashing through my shirt. I could feel my willpower to be gentlemanly gradually start to dissipate as my arms started to tingle from a lack of blood as I held them out to the side. Slowly lowering them, I couldn't fight the urge to return her embrace for a second longer. Before I even could close my arms around Belinda's shoulders, the devastated young girl let go of me and hurriedly ran towards her front door with the same reckless abandon that she had ran towards me in the first place with. I could hear Belinda yell 'thank you” to me without turning around, through her muffled hands covering her face as she disappeared into her apartment. My whole body felt the stinging vibration of the Nye's door slamming shut as Belinda went inside to deal with her personal tragedy alone. I finally mustered the wherewithal to turn and make my way back to my car to finish the oil change that I had started. Reaching down to unscrew the top of a new quart of oil, I started to pour it into the engine before my memory was jarred. “You forgot to put the bolt back in the bottom of the oil pan you idiot!” Slamming my rag down to the gravel below in disgust, I knelt down and went back underneath the car to try and clean up my own personal mess. 4. I spent the better part of the rest of that night trying to figure out what had happened between Belinda and I. The rational part of my mind told me that absolutely nothing had, she was just stuck in a moment of weakness and I just happened to be there. I was in bed, unable to fall asleep, the muscle memory of Belinda's arms wrapped around my body and her endowment pressing against my chest brazenly embroiled themselves into my psyche. I closed my eyes and desperately tried forcing myself to sleep, the realization that the embrace with Belinda was the first real female contact that I had shared since my wife and I had separated, six months earlier. Just the simple fact that an attractive young girl had not been so grossed out by me that she was willing to hug me gave me a broad, if not misguided, smile in the “behind closed door” privacy of my bedroom. Those thoughts were even more cemented on a hot August night a few months later when Belinda Nye had a huge party to celebrate her 14h birthday. I couldn't help sneaking a few peeks out the window that night at all the revelers coming and going in and out of the Nye residence. All I could seem to think about was the fact that if Belinda had kept her virginity for those 14 years, there was just no way it was going last through the night with all the booze and pot that was being passed around. I kicked myself for being shallow as my suppressed lust for Belinda waned slightly, loosing some of the appeal, for some reason, if her virginity was no longer in tact. I noticed that there was no sign of Rebecca Nye the whole night and it gave me a small jolt of optimism, as far as the bigger picture went, that with Belinda finally turning 18, maybe she could actually move away and start living out from her Mom's rather messy and devouring shadow. I dragged myself to bed that night with a wry but disappointed smile, imagining what was going through the minds of the lucky guy or guys that might be taking Belinda Nye's cherry.

5.

It was a few weeks later that my phone ringing unexpectedly, jolted me awake at about 1:30 in the morning. I tried swallowing my heart back down into my chest as I clumsily reached over to see who it was. For a single guy with a soon to be ex-wife, the phone ringing that late was never a good sign. I hesitated for a moment before finally reaching down to pick up the receiver. “Hi Dave,” a silent, almost inaudible voice whispered. I knew it wasn't my ex-wife. All she ever did when she called was scream at me.

“Dave, um, this is Belinda…Belinda Nye… from down the street…I…I could really use some help right now,” came the pleading voice on the other end of the line. An hour or so later, I was in a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt driving back to my apartment after picking Belinda up from the police station downtown.

She sat stoically beside me, arms folded and scowling, sniffling every few seconds as she bravely fought off the urge to cry her eyes out as I sped her back home. From the story she gave me at the police station, apparently Belinda was with her mom at one of Rebecca's friend's house earlier that evening and the cops had raided the place.

Her Mother along with several of her friends had been taken into custody for possession with the intent to distribute and Belinda had been forced to go along with the arrested party. When nothing was found on her, Belinda was released after answering a few questions.

With the family car impounded however and no money for a cab, Belinda had to scramble for a way home. Not wanting to drag any of her other family members or friends into the mess, she had grabbed the phone book and started calling neighbors until I was the first one to answer the phone. The whole way home, I found myself grinding my teeth, drowning in the cell of awkward silence that permeated the front seat of my car. Always being one to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, I bit my tongue forcefully on a couple of instances, searching for a way to break the silence. “So…how does it feel to be 14?” I asked meekly. For a moment, Belinda continued to just sit there, staring forward into the bleak night. “No different really,” She finally replied. “I feel 38 with all the shit that I've been through lately.” “38 ain't that old,” I shot back kiddingly, more for my own good than hers. “I'm almost there and its not the end of the world.” Not wanting to talk about any of the depressing stuff weighing her down, I tried steering the conversation towards happier things. “I couldn't help but notice the big party you had at your place a few weeks back…was that for your birthday?” “Yeah,”

Belinda said. “Looked like quite a blowout.” “I didn't know half the people there…guys invite their friends who invite their friends and on and on…it got kinda crazy…we didn't keep you up with the music did we?” “Not at all,” and then: “Congratulations,” I said after a couple of seconds, bringing a trace of a smile to Belinda's full lips. A few moments later I wheeled my car into my parking space, cut the ignition and sneaked a peak over at the exhausted expression on Belinda's young but weathered face.

“You're welcome to sleep on my sofa tonight if you don't want to…you know…have to deal with being alone at your place,” I offered, immediately slapping myself internally for the indecent way the offer came out of my mouth. I instantly tried amending the way my offer sounded but before I could correct myself, I saw the understanding look in Belinda's tired brown eyes, signaling that she knew what I really meant. Belinda thought over my offer for about 30 seconds while we huddled quietly in the front seat. “You sure?” she said. “Yeah…it's no problem…get a good night's sleep then see what the fallout is like with your Mom in the morning,”

I replied with a smile. Seizing the moment, I jumped out and hurried over to help Belinda from the car. As we walked up the small sidewalk to my apartment door, I could feel my bladder start to throb, reminding me that I had forgotten to use the bathroom before jumping in the car to go get Belinda downtown. I let Belinda walk into the apartment in front of me and turned on the light while pointing out the TV remote control and refrigerator to her. “The bathroom's in the back on the other side of my bedroom…make yourself at home…I gotta go really bad,” I cringed as I quickly made my way back to the facilities, looking as if my feet were on fire. I could see Belinda get a faint smile across her face watching me waddle to the bathroom. “Go ahead Dave…I can wait.” Moving through the apartment a record pace, I pulled down my sweatpants and slipped my cock free just as I got to the toilet rim, emptying my bladder in a loud and lasting stream. About 25 or 30 seconds later I felt like a completely new man as I dropped the lid back down, washed my hands and prepared to free up the bathroom so that Belinda could use it if she wanted. “Ohhhkay,” I started to holler, to tell Belinda that the bathroom was open but the moment I took a step out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, I saw Belinda pensively staring out my bedroom window, in the dark, with her back to me. “The bathroom's open if you need it.” “Okay,” Belinda answered without even turning around. “I was just seeing if your view out back was the same as mine and Moms.” I stood there watching Belinda for a few moments wondering what fascination she had looking at the unappealing sight of a bunch of overgrown brush, some graffiti covered walls and a pair of rickety train tracks. “Bathroom's free anytime,” I started again before she interrupted. “I'll use it in a second,” she answered, still gazing deeply out into the dark night. It was as if a magnet was drawing me closer as my eyes welded on to the contour of Belinda's full round hips, nestled softly into her tight fitting blue jeans. It appeared as if two perfect bubbles were jutting out from her waist in the shadowy darkness of my bedroom.

Creeping up behind Belinda, I could faintly see her reflection in the window in front of her and could tell she knew I was directly behind her. My breath slowed to a shallow whisper as I inched close enough to reach out and touch my 14 year old neighbor. “What are you looking at?” I asked, looking over her shoulder at the same depressing scenery that she was. “Nothing, “ Belinda replied, meaning it in every sense of the word. I could inherently grasp that Belinda saw the same desolation in the world on the other side of the window that she was feeling inside of her own heart. Before I knew it, temptation overrode my better judgment and my tentative fingertips came to rest on the back of Belinda's jacket. Waiting for a moment for her to shrink away, when she didn't, I let the pressure of my entire hand come to rest on her back, rubbing my palms gently up and down her tense spinal column. With my head less than 18 inches behind Belinda's, I could faintly smell the flowery fragrance of the shampoo in her hair as well as the entrancing smell of her perfume drifting up to me. Looking directly down at Belinda's rounded, womanly hips right in front of my stiffening crotch, I bit my tongue hard trying to fend off the bounding energy to act coursing through my veins. When Belinda ground backwards slightly and the edge of her hips grazed against my crotch, my knees buckled causing me to wrap my hands into loose fists holding onto Belinda's jacket. As the denim material of Belinda's jacket twisted around my fingers, the 18 year old girl, feeling the pressure from behind, finally turned to the side until our bodies awkwardly faced one another. Now face to face, with only the dingy yellow light of the street lamp shining through the window outside to outline our bodies, for the first time since I had met her over a year and a half earlier, I looked directly into Belinda Nye's distant brown eyes and held a mutual stare for 5 or 6 seconds. Almost on cue, Belinda and I broke our visual connection and looked jointly to our side at my unmade bed waiting invitingly in the darkness. Only the sounds of our steady breathing resonated in the late night quiet of my bedroom as we both turned from the sight of the bed and locked onto each other visually again.

There was a strange, unspoken agreement in each of our stares that signaled we both knew what might be coming next. “I've wanted to sleep with you for a very long time,” I blurted out, feeling incredibly stupid the instant the words left my mouth. It was almost as if I could see the words visually, flying slowly through the air and then disappearing into Belinda's ears. When she was silent for a few seconds, I just knew that my blunt and unrestrained honest lustful admission had ruined the moment. “I know,” Belinda finally replied, in a calm voice that sent chills down my spine.

I fund myself sizing the young girl up from head to toe like a nervous school boy. To this day, I still don't know who first initiated it but two seconds later Belinda and I were kissing each other with tentative and cautious passion. I swooned under the feel of Belinda's soft lips as they hungrily started to caress mine.

Working my hands down to her waist, I gently dug my fingers into the top of her blue jeans, desperately wanting to let me hands slip down a little further so that I could squeeze Belinda's firm, voluptuous hips. I could taste the tart residue of alcohol on Belinda's breath as I kissed her, a result evidentially left over from the party she was at before the cops busted in. Working my tongue over her lips and slowly seeping it into her mouth, my heart fluttered the moment my tongue and Belinda's collided inside of her mouth. Clenching my hands into tighter fists as I kneaded the young girl's waist, I felt my blood start to boil as it raced through my veins. Unable to resist any longer, I purposefully tried shifting Belinda's body around to lead her towards the bed. She took a willing step or two following my lead, but then gently put her hand on my chest to stop me. Pulling her lips away from mine for just a moment, Belinda stared up into my awestruck face, then through the darkness, down at the bed.

“I want my first time to be…I don't know…special Dave…a little…different,” Belinda whispered, trying in vain to find the right words to describe her mixed up feelings. “First time,” I said to myself, suddenly lost in my own personal perverse longings. I could feel my dick hardening like steel between my legs, pressing out the front of my sweatpants like a rock solid banana as a flood of lustful cravings swirled majestically in my libido. I had to fight my own cock's need to cum right then and there. Even though no one was actually touching my dick, I tried desperately to hold my breath to keep it from shooting everywhere as Belinda's wavered in front of me. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don't know,” she replied. “My life is in such chaos right now…this is just to easy…too romantic…too normal…I don't know…” As Belinda searched for the words to define her angst, she cast a wayward glance back out the window behind her. I stood there impatiently watching her, sensing the gears inside of her head formulating an idea.

6.

Less than five minutes later, after I had clumsily put my tennis shoes back on, I found myself following Belinda Nye through the overgrown weeds and honeysuckle that served as our apartment complex's backyard. “Where are we going?” I asked trying to conceal the fact that the brisk jog was making me short of breath. I had a pretty good idea as to her intentions as we scampered through the night and the implication of where she was headed made me more than a little nervous. For the fleeting chance to sleep with her however I would have danced through a minefield. As Belinda disappeared into the tree line that served as cover for the train tracks that cut through the rental property, I jumped into the bushes behind her, following her scent in the darkness like a lovelorn retriever.

When both of us emerged from the thicket, the quiet stillness of the surrounding night beat like a drum in my head as my heart thudded in my chest. “You want to do it there…on the tracks…why?” I asked her. “Why not,” Belinda said playfully, swinging her body side to side to a rhythmic beat only she could hear. “So let me get this straight, “ I said. “With all the shit you've gone through, after a couple of serious boyfriends and after that party for your birthday you had…you still haven't gone all the way?”

“Nooooooooo,” Belinda said sarcastically. “I've had my chances…anybody could've the other night…I got so drunk I lost count after guy number five that I promised myself to that night.

Ended up giving a few of the guys a blowjob but once they were done…they were so drunk and so high they just kinda drifted away leaving me there…Heck of a birthday, huh…after they started passing out one by one…I don't know if it was the liquor or the pot I kind of tuned out too.” The sheer thought of her on her knees, going down on all those boys while they drunkenly sat there enjoying it caused my eyes to water slightly from my depraved lust. The mental picture of Belinda kneeling down performing fellatio was superimposed with the real time vision of the 18 year old girl unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her waist right in front of me.

Having already ascended the gravel mound that the train tracks were set on top of, I looked up at Belinda high above me, like she was a goddess on a pedestal, as she playfully kicked off her shoes so she could take her pants completely off. “Are you coming up?” Belinda said coyly. “Right behind you,” I replied, feeling my erect dick swing like a led pipe between my legs as I tried climbing up the gravelly hill to join Belinda between the tracks. By the time I had reached the summit of the mound, I took a deep breath and looked around to gain my bearings. Concentrating my gaze down onto Belinda in front of me, I watched her intently as she guided her jeans over her ankles and cast them aside. Standing there now in only her jacket, a tee-shirt and a pair of white panties in the dim fluorescence, I told myself I'd never seen a prettier picture in my life. Kicking my shoes off, I stole a glance down both ends of the empty tracks to see how much of a warning we might have if a train were to come. Guessing we would have about a half mile warning each way, I turned my attention back to Belinda and crept closer. “Soooo…you've wanted to fuck me for a while?” All I could do was gulp, still embarrassed from my earlier admission. “Yeah,” was all I could managed as I stuttered the answer. “Tell me, Dave,” Belinda continued in a serious tone, “have you ever…touched yourself late at night thinking about me?” I rolled my eyes, drowning in my own shame.

Thankfully it was dark enough out there that she couldn't see me blushing from the question or the fact that my cock was starting to jut out the front of my black sweatpants. Still I felt an obligation to give her the answer she wanted, the truth. “Yes,” I admitted softly, “Yes, I have.” “How many times?” Belinda followed up immediately, like a lawyer with a witness on the run.” How many times have you touched yourself…right here… late at night picturing me Dave?” Belinda implored as she reached out and grazed her hand across my throbbing erection. “A lot,” I said, feeling my weak knees on the verge of giving out. “And all these times you thought about fucking me late at night, Dave…did you cum all over yourself?”

Belinda brazenly continued her interrogation. “Yes,” I replied.

“You would lay there and cum all over yourself…thinking about fucking me, Dave?” Belinda asked again, a little louder. “Yes,” I replied again, this time compelled to reply louder also. “Just like your gonna do right now if I don't take my hand off your dick,”

Belinda said arrogantly, knowing she was in total control for the moment. “You better hurry up and fuck me Dave before you waste it…are you man enough to fuck this little tight pussy of mine?”

“lease let me fuck you,” I said pleadingly, praying my actions would somehow speak louder than my words. Taking off my jacket and helping Belinda off with hers, I sat both garments down between the tracks so that she could lay down and have some buffer between her back and the gravel and wooden railroad ties underneath her. As Belinda knelt down flatly and took her place between the tracks, I took a few steps forward, towering above the young girl as I tried committing the luscious vision before me to an eternal place in my memory bank. “Come on, Dave…you've wanted to fuck me all this time…come on and take my cherry…right here under the stars…shove that cock of yours into my cunt and fill me up Baby,” Belinda ordered in a voice that strangely didn't sound like hers. My head was swirling as I anxiously knelt down in front of her, sizing up my options while Belinda's blue words echoed through the night around us.

I inherently knew that a lot of the things Belinda was saying were probably coming from the way she had heard her Mother talk around men all those years of being cooped up in the same place with her and the trash she would bring home. Reaching my hands out, I took Belinda's lead and helped her slip her silky white panties down her legs, my head immediately filling with the unmistakable scent of her youthful arousal the moment her well manicured pussy was stripped bare. Letting the glorious aroma of Belinda's womanhood fill my lungs, I dutifully leaned forward in hopes of getting a filling taste of the sweet young pussy that dribbled with arousal directly in front of me. Just as the startling heat of Belinda's vagina started to caress my descending face, the distant sound of a train whistle caused us both to moan… “Get up here Dave and fuck me,” Belinda ordered me. “You can lick my cunt anytime you want…geez… lick it out after you finish with it…Just hurry up and fuck me before we get killed…my pussy is juiced enough!” With the crystal clear realization that a freight train was speeding our way, when I removed my head from between her parted legs, I cast a questioning glance into Belinda's eyes to see if her resolve to go through with this was still there. All I saw when I stared into her enchanting dark orbs was lustful purpose and certainty. Pushing forward, dropping my body weight on top of the beautiful teenager's pelvic bone, I could feel my cock bluntly press into the tender inner flesh of Belinda's thigh. A deep gurgling quiver lurched from my mouth as my dick rubbed against Belinda's baby smooth skin. Repositioning my hips so that I'd have a better thrusting angle, I pressed my left hand down on the cold steel railroad track to my side for support while I used my right hand to aim my cock towards Belinda's virgin snatch. Feeling the heat from Belinda's vagina drift out against my erect phallus, I gazed down at Belinda's dazed expression and saw through her youthful bravado.

When the spongy head of my cock slammed into the entrance of her seething pink quim, all the cocksure posing she had done flew out the window as the nervous and unsure little girl inside manifested itself.

“Please be gentle with me,” Belinda's eyes seemed to beg as I greased my cock with her dripping juices. Every muscle in my body flinched as my probing penis pierced the outer folds of Belinda's cunt. The sound of both our lungs exhaling from the tight fit was muted however by the sound of the train whistle again, signaling its impending arrival. “Hurry up…fuck me,” Belinda cried out with her eyes clenched shut. I penetrated the young virgin's womb at the same moment I felt the tracks eerily start to vibrate in my hand.

Feeling Belinda's cunt trying to choke off my cock with every inch I tried sinking into it, I looked straight ahead realizing that the train off in the distance was coming at us from the North. Looking off into the bleak darkness for the first sign of the train's lights, I estimated that we would have about 30 seconds to get off the tracks as soon as the locomotive curved around the bend up ahead. Trying my best not to press down too hard, knowing all Belinda had underneath her for cushion were two jackets, I tried gentle sideways motions to give my cock the power it needed to penetrate the teenager's tight quim. Hearing Belinda sigh and moan underneath me, I could only imagine what she must be feeling as a cock dug into her womb for the very first time. Sneaking another peek forwards, I finally saw the impending specter of the train's headlights as it approached the turn that led to the straightaway that passed our apartment complex.

“Oh shit…it's coming,” I said. “Don't come yet, Dave!”

“I mean the train!” The knowledge that time was of the essence however must have clicked inside of Belinda's head because after I made my statement she frantically started working her pelvis up against mine as if her pussy was a weapon, awkwardly pumping her hips off the gravel, meeting my thrusts with equally manic vigor.

Feeling the ground beneath us start to rumble, I looked fearfully up and saw what I had dreaded. The entire train had turned around the bend and was now making a 1000 ton beeline straight for us. “Can you feel it?” I asked Belinda to which she shook her head up and down.

“I feel it from both sides!” I tried pressing both my feet back against the edge of a decaying railroad track to gain some semblance of traction as I pushed frantically forward, trying to get both of us off before time was up. Leaning down to nuzzle Belinda's neck and ear with my mouth as I ruthlessly pounded her pussy, I felt the steady flow of her heated gasps trail out of her mouth, blowing seductively against my cheek and shoulder. With my head buried in the crook of Belinda's neck, all of the sudden I felt my body become immersed in a pool of blinding yellow light. The ground underneath us started to shake violently, causing every tooth in my mouth rattle. It felt as if Belinda and I were laying on the rim of an active volcano as the train rumbled furiously towards us. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming as the night air around us illuminated like Times Square from the spotlight motoring down the tracks. Even though her gasps were slowly being muted out from the sound of the roaring train engine, I could feel her body writhing underneath me as I rapidly continued drilling my cock into her syrupy tightness. I started to open my mouth to whisper how beautiful she was into Belinda's ear, but as soon as the words left my tongue the shrill, deafening sounds of the conductor's 'get off the tracks warning whistle' pierced both of our eardrums. Looking up to see just how close the train was, all I could discern was the blinding yellow light that hid the locomotive charging behind it like a runaway rabid bull.

Guiding my hands underneath Belinda's back I lifted her chunky but well proportioned body into the air so that she was helpless in my arms. I could feel her legs wrap around my bare calves as her head flailed backwards, loosely swinging in the air as the train rushed towards us. Drilling her pussy now with everything that I had, I could tell from looking down into Belinda's eyes that she was transfixed by the approaching heavenly light. I curiously wondered what the sleepy engineer must have thought as he pushed his train down the tracks only to see two bodies passionately intertwined directly in his path. I felt like I was in the middle of a vivid hallucination when I heard the godawful screeching sound of the train's brakes combine with the glorious inner divinity of my long pent-up orgasm. Looking down at Belinda in my arms as I brutally came inside of her, I could see her entire face lit up angelically from the bright exquisite light bathing us both. The train whistle wailed again and this time I literally felt the sound waves reverberating through my body as the windshield of the engineer's cabin came partially into sight. “We gotta move,” I told myself, feeling completely numb as my orgasmic adrenaline seeped from my body.

Feeling the tracks that were bracketing us start to shake as if the Earth's crust underneath us was preparing to swallow Belinda and I whole, something primal, base and instinctual finally tripped in my head, forcing me to shift my body recklessly to my left, bringing Belinda with me. We both tumbled over the left side of the tracks like a couple of fallen skiers falling down a rocky mountain side until we both settled in a heap at the bottom of the gravelly mound.

I swore I could feel Belinda's pussy start the violent constrictions that led up to her orgasm around my cock but as I pulled her off the tracks, as soon as we hit the other side, we split apart as gravity forced us down the side of the hill in separate directions to safety. About five seconds later, the train roared by at about 15 mph, the engineer still gunning the brakes and horn as he went by Belinda and I cowering at the foot of the tracks. I could almost hear him cussing us as he passed, thinking he was that close to killing two people. As we sat there, both half naked and licking our wounds from the fall, the deep erotic rumble the train caused in our bodies as it went by brought a gloriously new twist to our post orgasmic bliss. After collecting what clothes we could and heading back to my apartment, I fulfilled my promise to Belinda and ate out her pussy for what seemed like an hour. She left to go back to her place around the crack of dawn and that was the last time I ever saw her. When Rebecca Nye made bail the next morning, she had come home, evidently packed up what stuff she could and disappeared with Belinda, skipping town to avoid prosecution.

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J. Wellington Thorpe
Three Little Naughties: Stories About Three Little Naughty Girls

The First Way

The Second Way

The Third Way

Little Elizabeth's Gift

Little Ashley Was a Brat 1

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