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Gwen part 2
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GWEN
By Friar Dave
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This is fiction. All the characters are fictional. None of
this really happened. It's made up, Invented, not documentary.
This story contains explicit descriptions of sex acts between
an adult male and a minor female. There is no violence, drugs,
bondage, discipline, sado-masochism, water sports, projectile
vomiting, piercing, humiliation, mutilation, bestiality or
dwarf tossing. If the absence of any of these turns you off,
read no farther. Please don't show this to those unable or
unwilling to consent to reading it. Never eat anything bigger
than your head.
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CHAPTER TWO (GWEN2.STY)
I finished cutting the last box and grabbed the kitten-proof
plastic bag containing my spool of heavy twine. Keeping my eyes
on the task before me, I carefully said, "Gwen, Heidi is being
very, very foolish. Aside from getting pregnant, she could get
all kinds of diseases -- "
"I know," she interrupted me. "So does she. She said she
always makes them wear a waddyacallit."
"Condom."
"Yeah."
"That's good, but they're not foolproof. They can break or
leak --"
"She said one of them did, once, and she was really scared
till she got her period. Here."
I looked up and took the piece of cardboard she held toward
me.
"I don't get mine yet," Gwen said matter-of-factly. "I think
it's because of all the sports."
"Probably." I tried to concentrate on tying the cardboard
into a bundle. Gwen supplied a helpful finger while I knotted the
twine. Drat and Scat immediately attacked the excess and Gwen
reached in to grab the string. Drat swatted at her with tiny,
kitten claws.
"Ow!" Gwen jerked her hand away. A drop of bright scarlet
was beading on her fingertip. She stuck her finger in her mouth
and sucked on it. She managed to look innocently sexy like that.
She saw my gaze and winked. Exit Innocence, stage left.
I tried to ignore it. "Let's wash that right away." I stood
and drew her to her feet, then marched her into the bathroom. A
little peroxide foamed and I saw it was just a small puncture,
not a tear.
She giggled. "Did you like that?"
"Huh?"
She stuck a different finger in her mouth, sucking on it,
and winked again. "Heidi says that makes the guys really hot."
Heidi was starting to sound like the kind of girl I'd
searched for all through my adolescence. I again recalled Keiko,
teasing me at a corner table in The Magic Crepe. Throb-throb-
throb...
Gwen glanced down at my crotch, just a flicker of her eyes,
and giggled again. "I guess she was right."
"You just made me remember -- something else. Stop it."
She giggled again, this time more knowingly.
"You made me remember Keiko. *Stop it*." I guess my tone got
through to her, because she stopped the game and sighed heavily.
I again noticed those bumps in the tee-shirt.
"Okay," she said, moping. "What now?"
"Put the towels and stuff on the shelves in the linen
closet?" I nodded toward the door across the narrow hallway from
the bathroom.
"Sure!" She scurried out of the bathroom and came back with
the box cleverly labeled BATH LINEN. I stepped past her and went
into the bedroom, where I dabbed the condensate from the
mattress, switched on the heater and began putting sheets on the
bed and cases on the pillows. While Gwen was occupied in the
hallway, I also stowed the adult "toys" in the storage
compartment at the foot of the bed. We finished our respective
tasks simultaneously.
"Mission accomplished," she announced. "Now what?"
"Well, I'm starting to think about lunch."
"Good -- I am positively famished."
"You can't be famished," I protested. "Less than an hour ago
you ate a half a grapefruit and -- "
"I know, I know," she said. "But I'm hungry again."
"Amazing." I shook my head. "I can order us in something. Do
you like Japanese food?"
She shook her head, then blushed and giggled.
"Now what?"
"I know *you* like Japanese food."
She giggled again. It took me a moment to catch on. Then I
was a bit stunned. A year ago she was jumping up and down with
joy because she'd gotten Astronaut Barbie for Christmas; now she
was making veiled allusions to cunnilingus with Keiko. (Her
tasty, dripping little snatch with those fine, reddish hairs all
matted down while she arched her taut ass off the bed, cumming
and screaming...)
"I guess I was right."
Her whispered words shook me from my memories. She was
staring pretty openly at my crotch and I knew why and regretted
being bare under my jeans. Still, bare or not, nothing was going
to hide an eight-inch erection, especially on a guy who hadn't
gotten any relief (other than a date with Rosy Palm and her Five
Sisters) in almost three weeks.
"Gwendolyn Theresa O'Hara!" I barked.
She jerked back as if I'd slapped her.
"If you don't stop this stuff right now, you'll have to
leave."
"Awwww..."
"I mean it. You're making me damned uncomfortable." Not to
mention, horny, I thought.
"You mean it makes you hot to remember Keiko," she said
sullenly.
"Gwen -- Stop!" I put my hand under her chin -- her small,
perfectly shaped chin -- and turned her face up toward mine. I
was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
"Hey, what's the matter, cutey?"
She tore herself away from me and ran into the living room
-- sending kittens scurrying for cover -- and threw herself on my
(new) sofa. She huddled there, sobbing onto the leather.
I went to her and stood, awkwardly, in front of the sofa.
She was curled up in the corner, the tee-shirt and jeans drawn
tight by her posture. Nice jeans. Nicer butt.
Stop it! I ordered myself, watching her back shake as she
quietly wept.
I finally sat on the edge of the cushions and drew her to
me, nestling her back against my chest. She was still sobbing.
Her hair was incredibly fine. She was incredibly small and warm.
"What's the matter, baby? C'mon and talk to me."
"I didn't want to make you m-m-m-maddd," and she resumed
weeping.
"That's okay, baby. I was really more mad at myself for
letting myself get turned on around my favorite little cousin."
The crying redoubled and she fell back into the corner,
weeping harder than ever. What had I said? I'd told her I wasn't
mad at her, and it was (almost completely) true. What was setting
her off?
"Come on, Gwennie, I said I'm not mad at you, so why are you
crying now? Please? Pretty please?"
Huffing and snuffling, she finally turned her reddened,
tear-streaked face to me and said, "B-b-because you said, you
said you were mad at you bu-because you were getting turned on
remembering K-K-Keiko!" She sniffed loudly.
"So? I don't get it."
"Bu-bu-because you were getting turned on remembering her
and her big t-t-tits from four years ago, not because of what I
w-w-was doing!"
Oh, shit...
"So all that stuff you said before was j-j-just to make me
feel better! It wasn't true!"
Great; now she was getting mad at me.
"And I really can't turn anyone on because I'm so flat!"
I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her, forcing her
to face me. "Now you listen to me!" I snapped at her. "I happen
to think you're one of the cutest girls I've ever seen and -- "
She started bawling again.
"*Now* what?"
"Everybody says I'm cute. Mom says it, Dad says it, Jerry
and Bob say it, you say it! I don't want to be cute; I want to be
sexy!"
Oh.
"Baby, I was just looking at you while you were sitting here
and thinking what a sexy little butt you have." Again -- my mouth
and heart were outrunning my alleged brain. Oh, well, I thought,
I've said it and maybe it'll at least help.
(Right, dope. You just told a 13-year-old girl -- a
relative, to boot -- that you think she's got a sexy ass. Gonna
get yourself a National Pedophile Association pin next?)
The crying slowed -- almost stopped -- and her eyes grew
wide. She wiped her hand across her face. "Really? That's what
you thought?"
I nodded. "I swear."
"A sexy butt?"
Another mute nod. I was keeping my mouth shut now. I was
getting smart.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
That one seemed safe. "Very pretty. If I was younger and you
weren't my cousin, I'd want to take you out on dates."
"Really?"
"Really."
"And kiss me and mess around and stuff?"
(Danger -- danger -- danger -- )
"Sure."
"You'd really and honestly want to kiss me and stuff even
though I don't have any t-t-...bosoms yet?"
"If I was younger and we weren't related. But I'm not and we
are."
She nodded slowly. "But -- you mean I could really make you
hot?"
(Sexy little ass...)
"Ye-esss..."
"Wow." The tears had stopped, her hair was a mess and she
was still flushed. She looked gorgeous.
(Danger -- danger -- danger -- )
"Really?"
I nodded.
(Danger -- danger -- danger -- )
Everything went into super slo-mo. I was unable to move as
she slithered toward me, smooth and sinuous and graceful as an
eel. Her arms were around my neck and her face was inches from
mine. She pressed those sweet, soft, innocent lips to mine. After
a moment, she pulled back and looked at me. Our eyes hadn't
closed.
"Please -- I want to know what it's like to be really kissed
-- really really kissed...?"
She kissed me again and I kissed her back a little, just a
little -- and then a little more.
(So much for smart.)
My arm went around her back, and I kissed her a little more,
and then I felt her lips open and her little tongue was dancing
on my lips. I resisted for all of two seconds before kissing her
back in like manner and then I had both arms around her, holding
her to me. She pulled herself around so she was straddling my
thighs and pressing her torso to my chest. She ground her lithe,
athletic young body against me, kissing me hungrily. Her hands
were at the back of my head, her fingers in my hair. I was
getting an aching erection.
I finally mustered the will to put my hands under her
armpits. I lifted her away and up, until she let go with her
arms. Her eyes were still closed as I set her, standing, on the
floor in front of me. Her mouth hung open, her lips slack. She
was brightly flushed. Those little bumps on her tee-shirt were
very, very prominent.
Still holding her under her armpits, I stood. I turned her,
sat her on the sofa, settled her back against the cushions and
tried to get my breathing -- and my gonads -- under control.
Her eyes opened and focused on me.
"Why'd you stop?" she breathed.
"You, uh, wanted to find out what it was like to be really,
really kissed. Now you know. Okay?"
"But -- " Her gaze alighted on my crotch, which was
(stupidly) right at her eye level. "Wow, I really do turn you on,
don't I?"
"A little bit too much, Gwen. I think you better head home.
I'll get you a cab to Penn Station and what the hell do you think
you're doing?"
Which was a really stupid question because we both knew
precisely what she was doing: running her fingers over the length
of my fully erected cock through my jeans.
"Oh, wow," she whispered. "Really neat. Can I look at it?
I've never seen a grownup one -- "
"Stop it." I was almost sure I'd said it aloud.
"Please..." She unzipped my jeans and reached inside. "Wow."
"Stop it." I gulped, then I groaned when her hand, her cool
little fingers, found my dick.
"Wow, it's so hot..." She struggled a bit and finally
figured out she'd have to undo the waist of my jeans. I, of
course, was not wearing a belt, either.
She pushed my jeans down and there was Mr. Dork, hard,
throbbing, pink and topped with the familiar purple mushroom of
my glans.
"Is this the right way?" she asked, grasping it in her hand,
slowly stroking. I moaned. She said, "It's so big and thick and
hot! I never knew it could be this hot or hard! Are they all this
thick?"
"...no..."
"Is this what Keiko did?"
"A little." My voice -- and knees -- were shaky.
"And this fit inside her without hurting? I can't believe it
-- she was so small and this is so big -- "
"She...practiced a lot. Gwen, you better stop -- "
"And she -- she even...put it in her mouth?"
My throbbing grew.
"She did, didn't she? I thought so. I don't know if I can
fit -- " She leaned forward and kissed my glans, then opened her
tiny mouth wide and stuffed the head inside.
"Oh, geez, oh, Gwen, stop, please..."
I felt her tongue move just a little and then she started to
suck my cock. I bit my lower lip for a moment and fought the urge
to let loose in her mouth; I was that close to cumming already.
"Gwen, stop it -- I -- " I managed to take her small, blonde
head in my hands and pulled her gently off my dick.
"What? Wasn't I doing it right?"
I shook my head and gently disengaged my cock from her
fingers, which could barely encircle it.
"You-you were doing it exactly right, especially for a
beginner." I stepped back and pulled my jeans up, trying to stuff
my aching dick back inside.
"Didn't you like it?"
"Very much, but we can't do this."
"Why not? I like it; you like it. I want to; you want to.
Why not?"
"For one thing, you're my niece."
"I know," she said, "but I know you can't pregnant this way
and that incest thing is just to keep people from inbreeding and
making one-eyed babies."
"For another thing, you're barely thirteen!"
"So what?"
She had me, there, for a minute. "Well -- it's illegal!"
She actually giggled. "You gonna call the cops on me?"
I couldn't completely suppress a smile.
"Come on, Mike..." She stood and walked over to me, putting
her arms around my waist --
-- pressing those stiff little nipples into my stomach
through my shirt --
-- and looked up at me. "Please?" She batted her eyes. "I
don't want to be a teaser and leave you with blue, uh...balls."
"Gwen --"
"And then you can touch me and make me feel good, too,
please? Please please please with sugar on top?"
Spoken as she slipped her hands between us and again
unfastened and unzipped and this time she pushed my jeans to my
knees. She bent at the waist and again stuffed my dick into her
mouth.
"Oh. My. Goodness." I gasped as she started sucking again.
"Oh. My. Yes." I caressed her face, felt her jaws and cheeks
bulging. I ran my fingers through her fine hair. I guided her
face up and down a bit until she caught the idea and began to bob
on her own, as much as she could; my dick is a bit longer than
the "normal" range -- a little more than eight inches -- but it's
very fat. At seven inches in circumference, it's almost two inches
thick. Frankly, as small as her mouth was -- even for her age -- I
was a bit (and very gratefully) surprised that she could even get
the glans inside. The other inch or two was gravy. Good gravy. And
her hand was still stroking my shaft, trying to get the gravy.
I bent and ran my hand over her back and down to her butt,
which butt I did thereupon cover with one paw and squeeze
thereunto. She wiggled that perfect little butt. I slid my hands
under her arms again and lifted her from the floor. She wrapped
her arms around my neck and those soccer-volleyball-basketball-
left fielder legs around my hips and hungrily kissed me. I had
one hand cupping and nearly covering her tiny butt and the other
around her back. I stepped out of my jeans and sneakers. With my
cock bobbing beneath her denimed crotch and her nipples pushing
through the BLONDE AMBITION shirt and gouging into my chest, I
carried her into the bedroom and lowered her to the waterbed.
She grabbed my hand and jammed it between her legs, rubbing
her cunny against my fingers. "Come on, touch me, make me feel
it, come on!"
"I'll do more than that, little girl," I growled, thoroughly
out of control. I fumbled at the snap of her jeans and she pushed
my hands away to open them herself. I pulled her jeans down and
she pulled her legs back to hurry the process. She was wearing
plain green panties and the crotch was soaked to her, making them
nearly transparent. She pulled her legs back and stripped the
panties off faster than I could reach them.
"Don't look at me, please," she whined.
"Huh? Why not? You're beautiful!"
"But I don't have much -- much -- "
She gasped when I dropped face-down between her legs and
started licking her. She'd been embarrassed because there was
only the tiniest of downy blonde mats there, all but invisible
and easily overlooked; she'd been ashamed of that.
I reveled in it. Her cunt was minuscule and perfect. It was
the sweetest, freshest, cleanest, tastiest pussy I had ever
encountered. Her labia were tiny and superb, swollen and
eminently lickable.
Lick I did, all around that delicious morsel. She arched and
rolled her hips. I grabbed her, my thumbs meeting in the crease
of her little ass and my fingertips reaching almost to her
pubis. I feasted on her, using all the skills I'd learned through
years of diligent research.
Her clitoris astonished me. As I licked her, it swelled
until it was as fat as one of her fingertips. I teased it by
trilling my tongue around it and finally let my lips close
lightly on it. I brushed just the tip of my tongue ever so
lightly back and forth across it, very slowly, and little Gwen
had a big orgasm.
She locked her legs around my head, gripped my hair in her
fingers and furiously ground my face into her cunny. She didn't
make a sound, but she came and came, furious orgasms that didn't
seem to stop. Her asscheeks clenched so tightly that they trapped
my thumbs!
She began to arch up and down, very slowly. Her thighs would
tighten on my head as she went down and then slowly open wide as
she pushed up. She was still cumming, only now she was making a
kind of moaning noise, like far-off wind, in time with her
archings -- which were gradually speeding up.
In moments, it seemed, she was hurling her thighs wide and
her hips up and then slamming her butt -- and my hands -- down
into the rippling waterbed as her thighs clamped my head.
Finally, through sheer strength, I held her pussy against my
mouth and whipped my tongue across her clitoris until shudders
went through her taut frame. She made a noise like dry fingertips
rubbing across a balloon and finally fell back to the undulating
surface of the bed.
I twisted sideways on the bed, my tongue still working
around her swollen labia. I slid one hand up between her
trembling thighs and pushed it into the copiously drooling crease
of her engorged little pussy lips. I applied just a little
pressure. She bent her knees, feet flat on the waterbed, and
hunched her hips forward. My finger slid into the tightest,
hottest, wettest little cavity I've ever encountered, right to
the second knuckle without obstruction. Where the hell was her
hymen? I wondered -- and then I knew: ballet class.
"Unnnnnh -- unnnnnn!" she grunted, and I pumped that one
digit slowly and carefully in her little vagina. Her lithe hips
were already humping in an unmistakable fucking motion. She was
moaning continually now, and I put the tip of my tongue on her
clitoris, making contact but not moving. I turned the hand that
was between her legs so my palm was facing up. I could feel, on
the upper wall of her vagina, the swollen nodule of nerves.
I began to massage that little G spot as my tongue barely
moved over her clitoris and little Gwen seemed to have a seizure.
Her body went rigid -- all but motionless. Every muscle and
tendon in her athletic 13-year-old frame was tensed and bulging.
Perspiration formed all over her pale flesh. Her abdomen bulged
and contracted and inside her cunt, my finger was being massaged
and squeezed by the spasms of her paroxysm. Her eyes were wide
open and bulging, staring without seeing. Her mouth opened as if
to scream -- and all that came out was a throaty gurgle. I kept
doing it until I was afraid she wasn't breathing.
She was sobbing for breath, wheezing and coughing. Her taut
little abdomen still contracted and her narrow young hips were
rolling slightly. Her pussy was very swollen and wet. Juice was
visibly trickling out of those lips. She reached out blindly with
one hand. I took it and crawled up next to her, rolling her on
top of me and into my arms. She buried her face against the side
of my neck. I could feel her steaming breath and hot tears as she
clung to me. I held her with one arm, keeping her pressed tightly
against me. My other hand gentled down over her back to her
fabulous little butt, lightly caressing her perfect buns. Her
legs were spread and I could feel the heat and syrup of her all-
but-hairless little cunt against my thigh, and there was no
mistaking the swollen nodule of her clitoris.
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