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"Grooming Melissa," the start of a new series, hot off the keyboard, for those of you who enjoy sexual escapades with very young little girls.
This story is not for everyone......but if you think you might like a taste of something much less innocent than the one being taught, give it a try.
I hardly knew her. We hadnít spent more than a few hours together in our whole lives. And yet, three times she gave me a gift so precious you can only give it to one person - ever.
it was obvious she didnít know what to do. She licked the length of my pole once, then again. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was out stiff, seemingly as much in defense as attack. She took another swipe along my shaft ending at the tip of my pee slit.
I took the opportunity to change the angle slightly and thrust my cock into her pretty parted lips. Her eyes opened wide with shock and fear as soon as my cock hit her tongue, even though only the head was inside her adorable mouth. She relaxed slightly, realizing it was time to get serious.
I savored the sight of my cock in her young mouth. Her first taste of cock. Her innocence gone. Transformed in one thrust of my cock from a sweet girl to a harlot.
"No, Mom! You're not doing this," I protest, my eyes wide. "No, stay. Please!" A whining note betrays my voice and I sound like an obnoxious toddler but I really don't care at this point. No way in hell is she leaving me here alone.
"You'll be alright, dear," my Mom purses her lips and peers at me through her wire-rimmed eyeglasses. "Come on, honey. You'll have to go by yourself one day."
This is embarrassing. Not only is she making me sound like I'm being potty-trained but she is leaving me here in the Lucifer's creation itself. I think about back when I was old enough to hold my breath and throw huge temper tantrums and Mom would have to succumb to my fits. I must have lost the adorable charm once I crossed the bridge from twelve to thirteen. Puberty be damned.
"Mooooom," I whine, contemplating if I should stamp my foot to show my conviction. "You can't do this!" I blink hard, wondering if I can create fake tears at the drop of a dime like I used to and guilt her into staying here with me or not sending me away in the first place.
"Honey," Mom says in a serious tone now, her voice firm. "Your aunt is waiting for you in LA. You'll be fine."
Isabella wasn't overly friendly with anyone there, myself
included; but she was a team player. She had offered to help me
practice some of the fine points of selling houses in my new city.
For two weeks I resisted the urge to lure her to this magical
aphrodisiac house I had discovered, arguing the morality in my
head. Where was the line between loosening inhibitions and rape
when the circumstances defied reality? I had mostly convinced
myself that the house was perfectly ordinary and all moral concerns
were moot when I made my move.
"I'd like to take you up on your offer to coach me, if you're
still up for it," I said to Isabella one day. "There's this old
place on Havenhurst..."
The room exploded into riotous laughter. "Geez, John! Why don't
you ask her to drop to her knees and blow you right now?" Fran
"I don't understand," I said to the room, baffled.
"Everyone knows about the Sex House, kid," Rodney explained.
"That's where things started between me and Trisha," Calvin
The peculiarity of the Sex House, as they called it, was well
known to the city's real estate community. They didn't bother
telling newcomers because nobody ever believed it until they
experienced it for themselves. It had become a sort of coming of
age ritual in our industry. The house used to belong to a woman who
had penned erotic fiction under the name of Deirdre. A pioneer of
the Internet sex stories movement, she had written hundreds of
stories, almost always involving ordinary people thrust into
surreal sexual circumstances outside of their comfort zones. The
house must have been infused with the spirit of all those stories,
my fellow agents explained to me.
"You've got to be careful, though," Rodney mused. "The house
doesn't just loosen your inhibitions: it pushes you to do what the
other person wants deep down."
"Or maybe it's not what either of you want," Alex hypothesized,
"maybe it's what the house wants."
Rodney nodded support for this theory. "Either way, you could
end up doing things that you never thought you would do."
"Like that one guy from Hollister Realty," Fran interjected.
"That poor schmuck!" The room murmured in agreement.
Isabella hadn't said anything the whole time, and I had been so
caught up in this strange revelation that I had forgotten to think
about her reaction. How would she respond to my foiled plan to
"Yes," Isabella said, her voice ringing like a bell. The whole
office fell silent. "One o'clock on Friday. Don't keep me waiting,"
Melissa is 14 years old and has recently developed a really nice body. Dan, her father, can't help noticing this. One night Melissa has a nightmare and decides to sleep in her Dan's bed. Will Dan be able to resist his hot sleeping daughter?
Sure she's precocious and intelligent, but can a child actually make a grown man a pervert, or is he perverted to begin with? And what happens when the perversion turns into a real emotion?
This is a story of a completely unintentional physical attraction that becomes something more. All the precautions apply to this underage story.
"I said your wee wee is hard. See?" And she reached back with her little hand and squeezed my solid penis directly.
I stifled the huge reflex to jump from my seat, but reached and took her hand away from my penis.
Hate Fuck ---
By: Rayn Glenhurst ---
Story Codes: MF, oral, anal, bondage, choking, rough ---
He still almost loved her, even though she ruined his life. When he catches her lying, the sex turns violent. ---
This is my first story on ASSTR, and is part of a larger novel that I've been writing, all comments and suggestions appreciated (RaynGlenhurst@gmail.com)