How does that kind of thing happen? Going to jail, maybe just the size difference, getting so horny that the sex becomes little more than a painful rape. Bad things. And thats if they want to have sex with you. To fuck. What do you do with a confusing strong sexual need, that nobody else seems to have? Don't you have to love the other person? Is it okay to maybe... just maybe, try it when you just really like each other?

I took a few panting breaths, a soft little sob coming out as leaked from my small reddened mound in my shaky after-cum, dripping very gently onto the wooden chair infront of the computer.

I guess I could have gotten onto my bed, since all I really liked was a few pictures for my imagination, but puberty had hit me pretty hard.

At first I was okay, the tight knot in my tummy, the tight knot that constantly wanted sexual release, coming earlier than most girls. Soon enough, alot (maybe even most) of my friends had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and it made me feel alot better about how I was, sexually.

I was one of the youngest in my class, and sexual education started in grade five. I was only nine, and im not really sure if I was ready for anything before that, but a long boring talk about condoms and how theyre put on, quickly turned to masterbation, that people do it... then quickly onto the next subject. I had to hold my hand down as I bit my lip. What-What-whaaaatttt?

The rest of the school day was, well, schoolish, with chatting and giggling and one of my shy friends coming out of the closet (not that closet, she had a stuffed animal in her backpack she never left home without).

But that was all things that had already happenned.

My legs hung from the tall wooden chair, my unzipped denim shorts hanging loosely from my ankles as I stared down with a hiccuppy whimper.

BAD TOUCH. At first I was a little nervous, but a few shy questions had made that little statement dig into my head. At first I thought maybe I was just meanie. Always saying no to the first thing. My friends started to talk about boys they thought were cute.

"I like Joel, he's um, well um..." I leaned over the cafeteria table, desperate for that kind of gossip.

"And?!" I said almost loud enough to be heard down the whole row. My hands immediately came over my mouth as I plopped back down and tried to hide between the two girls at my side. The blush on my friends face was even deeper than mine. A few minutes later a whispered 'sexy' was heard, and I swore I heard someone choke on a juicebox. I bolted up from the bench open mouthed.

That was the last time I was told about a crush for a long time.

That night I stood in the bathroom. I looked up and down at myself in the mirror.

"Is this good?" I didnt know what I was looking for and kicked the bottom of the door in frustration. Medium length thin wavey blonde hair, blue eyes, narrow face, and and almost straight body. I cupped my chest. I peered and cupped tighter, making a little something from nothing. My mom didnt think little girls were sexual objects, and my almost snug blue jeans and light blue, frilly cotton top, with a small hardly-revealing v-neck top... didnt really say 'sexy'. I thought about asking for something sexier, but television has never been kind to little girls, with its deeply curved women, and carefully held large breasts, ready to spill out with a gentle wind.

The internet is always your friend though, ready to answer all your questions, if a little slowly, between all the ads for viagra and steroids and other confusing things. I couldn't remember the right spelling for masterbation, so I soon gave up and typed 'sex'. My bored little eyes lit up. My mouth fell open pretty quickly. My hand almost shook, as I looked for, and pressed, the 'back' button. Woah okay, that was kinda scary. Click again. Same thing.

Mister google was trying to scare me. I pushed myself back and hopped off the chair, bare feet pitter-pattering over to a half filled bookcase. I pulled out a red dictionary and slowly flipped to 'S' as I mumbled my abc's out loud. I read it slowly.

With a sulky pout I pushed the book back where i'd found it.

"Penis goes in vagina, sperm comes out. Oh." I sighed and rolled my eyes. Geez that was obvious. I was sure there was some kind of super mystery for me to unravel. Some santaclaus that nobody would tell me about until I stayed up to 2am, shaking in exhaustion until I finally caught the person sneaking presents under a sexy sort of intercourse tree. But just like a few months earlier. Oh. Duh. Mommy saves money, and buys lots of presents. Penis goes in vagina, baby comes out. Wait no. You have a period... then... the baby. And there's a condom somewhere.

I rubbed my eyes slowly and turned off the computer. I picked a different book of the shelf. I liked rubbing myself. I tried putting something up my vagina. Yeah, I guess maybe I was too young for that. I was scared so bad when I bled. It came out for a few minutes and stopped. So I stayed out of my hole. Besides, my mom said she was looking for someone to make me a brother or sister with, so I didnt have to do it myself (i didnt want to do it myself). I knew it came with responsibility AND fun (being a big sister). It was nice to listen to mom talk about how much she'd like to make a baby, and how amazing it would be if I helped. I think she wanted to do it herself though. I was supposed to wait until I was twentyfive like she did. For a little while I was her complete best friend again with no sass or backtalk. She was right about the sex thing. Needed to trust her more.

Tighter light blue denim shorts. At first I didnt like them. They clung tightly, and at first it was a little hard to sit down. And they clung so tight you could see every curve. If I had curves. I sighed as I slung my dull colored backpack over my shoulder and skipped a little down the street. Library! It was a long walk, the sun was high in the sky, and I was pretty early. I'd have a long time to find a book to read. I'd started reading. I always read, but going to a library was different. I suddenly wondered why so many people (kids) wanted to read a picture book. The deep adult themes, that so often confused my friends, did the same to me, but that just added to the mystery. New things. Things that were exotic and wanted to be understood. People and charecters that acted mature, but sometimes immature, just like me at my worst moments, like jumping up in the middle of a crush confession. I face palmed and shook my head as I pushed on the heavy door of

the local library. Mnnn, book smell. To me, all the books were mine, I knew because the stamps at the back were few, the ink on the cards telling me it had been years since someone had taken it out. And none of those names were people I knew.

I hopped over to the teen section, and cringed as I saw the glossy covers of filled with 6 or even 8 pack abs, and young women with full shapely bodies, clothes draping over them instead of covering them.

"Thats not a book." I mumbled, a little too loud again as I blushed and slinked away to the fiction section. I'd looked at the non-fiction section once, but just reading a backcover and I was wondering if it nap time.

I looked slowly over the spines, looking for the shiniest, brightest one. I knew someone made the shiny ones, and it sparkled, just a little, like the person was telling me, in a voice just a little too loud, telling me I was the right person to read it. I'd already read a few, the first very slowly, in my bed, always tempted to get up and look for the red dictionary before I just re-read the part with the weird word. Authors were so kind. The word was always just right, and id giggle happily as I saw the word had to mean one thing, not something else.

No shiny books. Okay a few shiny books, but I didnt like shiny green ones. Blue and red maybe (i was feeling picky, and I was still a little uncomfortable in my own clothes). I bent down a little lower, head turned sideways as I almost stumbled, looking at the bottom shelf and- "Eap!"

The top of my head smacked into the metal bookshelf. I whined as I felt two big hands on my shoulders holding me from falling over for a second. I bolted upright, a tiny bit dizzy as I stood under a man a head and a half taller than me.

"Ah, ah, its okay!" The man said quickly, his hands held up waving back and forth.

"Oh sorry, um, ummm..." my finger came up slowly pointing at a hand. 'Well ya squeezed my bum so... I was gonna hit my head and blush and stammer and oh gawd.'

"Hand," I squeeked out, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as I tilted my head back to look up at him, the back of my head banging the bookcase again. "Ow-ow-ow-ow oohhh," I stamped my foot and shot him a dirty look before I saw his paniced, and caring, and deeply penetrating look. Or maybe I thought it was that kind of look. Enough so, that I had to blink to remember where I was as he mumbled something that sounded like an apology. I had to grab the back of his jacket.

"Its okay im not hurt or um, anything, I banged my head myself 'cause I was looking up cause you're taller," I raised my hand up over my head. I paused for a second. "The, um, second time." He look back at me, very nervously, giving me an uneasy forced smile. For some reason, I still dont know why, I looked down and saw I had the book (the one with the shiny green spine). I pushed it at him, my hands forcing it against his chest as he automatically took it from my hands.

"I dont like the shiny GREEN ones," I nodded with my eyes closed, feeling so awkward I couldnt even look up at him. 'Aw geez, that sounds bad, why would I give him a bad book. Its not a bad book, well I dont really know.' I sighed and hung my head.

"It's what's in the book that matters silly," he said. I could feel the hint of a smile as he said it. I think he said it more matter-of-factly than he intended, but I imagined he'd read more books than I had.

And he was gone. I came out and slowly looked around like a dejected puppy. Where did the nice man go that read books and knew things and said things that made me stop thinking and listen and stare into his dark brown eyes.

I looked up to see an older woman holding the door of the elevator open for me. What was I doing again? Mnnn, I was thinking about... the guy that squeezed my bum so hard i... I got a little dizzy. I blinked slowly.

"Young lady, are getting off here?" the woman asked, just a little worried.

"Yes!" I squeeked out clearly, jumping off the elevator, with both feet, looking down at them like they were stuck together.

Soon, I was back at the same shelf, thinking things to myself. My thoughts were a mess. Such a mess they were little more than stray feelings coming and going. I whined softly, and looked outside, noticing the oranges and purples lining the cloudy horizons, a bright pastel signal I should probably go home soon.

I openned my knapsack when I got home, taking out three dark green shiny books. I read the titles and backcovers, slowly. On that back, on two of the three, were the grainy black and white portait-images of older men, and a short little biography. Yup. I was going to read as much men-written book as I could. Need to be older. I nodded to myself quickly.

Of course I was asleep before 10pm.

I'd been to the library everyday, for most of the afternoon, all week, that week. I'd spent most of the time in a comfy chair, my feet up on a table, (until a librarian asked me to take them down) half pretending to read as I stared up over the cover, giving every passerby a suspicious inquisitive look. No book-man.

I started to fall asleep a little in class. I was getting as worried as my attentive teachers. I was reading quietly by the nightlight until midnight most nights, and rubbing myself off and on until 1am, purposefully thinking anything and everything about the man that gave me a badtouch. 'Its a bad touch, its a goodtouch, it feels like a goodtouch, its a badtouch and I like badtouch, its a badtouch and I shouldnt like it and ooohhh do I like it.' And everytime it would start again. I'd close my eyes, squirm my naked bum against against the sheets, thinking about his large hand cupping and squeezing my bum so tightly, his shapeless form maybe squeezing other places.

It never got farther than that for me though. Not that I was shy about those thoughts, or that that's not what I wanted, but my hips would rock up and down, the bed squeeking quietly as I grasped my small bald hole, eyes rolling back, legs kicking out, until all my desires focused between my legs and burst out of me with a moaning grunt. I was starting to feel cheated.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I looked at the clock. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Library was going to close soon. I slowly got up, rubbing my eyes and yawning the whole time, my whole body feeling sore, having slept less than seven hours for every day of the week, for the whole week. I felt a little queezy.

I mumbled quietly as I got dressed. 'Good shorts'. Bright pink denim shorts. I turned around in the mirror and bent over until my hands touched my toes. I swayed a little bit as I looked between my legs. 'Oh I hope so.' I didnt really know. I'd begged my mom to go shopping, and she'd agreed immediately, maybe assuming I wanted to fit in more at school, and I WAS acting pretty strange. I knew I was acting strange. I knew I couldn't stop acting strange. I put on a sleeveless yellow tshirt, about as tight as my shorts, and a very small yellow bra, my first, tight around my narrow chest. I felt like I was fooling someone. Well I knew who I hoped to fool. Though I was a little low on hope. I turned slowly and looked into the mirror. I saw small, noticable, dark rings under my eyes. 'Rats.'

It took a long time to find all the books, maybe 7 or 8 of them, a few hiding under the covers at the foot of my bed. I groaned dramatically and mumbled to myself as I forcefully stuffed them into my backpack and almost felldown when I tried to pick it up. It was a bad week now.

Pushing the door to the library open felt like climbing a mountain. I stamped inside, and swung my backpack up onto the 'returns' table, wiping the sweat off my forehead. The librarian gave me a startled look as I tugged at the stuck zipper, my face all scrunched up. The guy in line behind me reached forward and pulled it open for me thankfully.

"Good, thanks," I mumbled as I took each shiny green book out and smacked it on the table.

"Thought you didnt like the green ones."

"I was just being silly, I like the adult ones," I snickered a little with a sigh. I blinked. I spun around wide-eyed, my hands reaching back and clinging to the edge of the counter. "Ba ba ba... ahhh... hi!" I squeeked out quickly. He gave me a startled look, and moved from foot to foot. I looked up and down, dark loose jeans, a black and red t-shirt, stretched out a little around the stomach and especially at the chest. Mnnn, especially. I spun back around and dumped the rest of my books onto the counter, elicting a disapproving frown from the librarian.

"I had a long week," I said with a pout. I wiped the drool I suddenly felt on my chin. I reached up and felt my hair, and my pretty blond hair was mostly everywhere. I tried to push it down for a second and gave up.

I waited agonizing second after second, beep after beep. When I was done I stepped back. The man who's name I didnt even know, put one book down, and yes it was the same shiny green one.

"That one's mine!" I bite my lip as I stared up and down from his sneakers to the top of his short darkbrown hair. I blinked and pretended to look away as he suddenly turned to look at me. I whimpered inwardly. Looking at me. I pushed my chest out a little, kicking my foot at the ground. When I looked back up he was gone. 'Awkward awkward awkward.' I grabbed my backpack and dragged it after me, going between two bookshelves. I almost bumped into him again.

"Oh," I blushed hard again and shook my head. Mess mess mess. Rats rats rats. I planted my feet on the ground and held out my hand. "My name's Amy." I said, head held high with a snarky smile. 'Okay, better I guess.' I thought to myself. He just stared back at me, his hand still outstretched to the bookcase.

"I'm," he paused uncertainly, "Eric." He gave me an uneasy smile. We stood there for a few moments. I shifted my feet back and forth, face scrunching up, trying to stuff a thought into my head. It was all blank. "How are you?" He asked me. 'How was I?!' I was tired, sore frustrated and... okay, stop staring, stop staring.

I pointed down at my pink denim short. "Shorts." I meekly spat out.

"Yup," he nodded, looking closely then looking back up.

"Oh!" I turned around, biting my lip nervously as I bent and arched my back out, pushing my bum out.

"W-w-what?" he stuttered out. I looked over my shoulder.

"Please?" I whined out, giving my tight bum a push outward, with a little jiggle.

I suddenly felt both his hands clasp my asscheeks. I gulped as I felt both hands squeeze, biting hard on my lip and quivering, one hand grabbing onto the bookshelf, my eyes widenning. Too quickly, his hands came away as I saw him staring at me, with the same eyes I saw the first time.

"You stopped," I glared at him, eyes a little wild.

"You dont do this here," I saw I strange look in his eyes, like the most raw, needy, terror. I wanted all of it.

"More!" I almost snapped out. "Books to read!" I paniced. "Why books no more um here to um read out loud." I wanted to bang my head on the bookshelf.

I felt his hand engulf and squeeze mind as he knelt down a little. I whined and stiffenned, wanting to melt into a puddle. He gave it a little tug and started to walk away. I scampered after him, doing up my backpack as I stumbled, slinging it over my back.

I skipped along after him as the cool breeze outside hit me as I skipped outside.

"You're so bad," I heard him mumble, shaking his head as he strode out the door. Soon we were alone out under the darkenning sky. I bounced and skipped along beside, eyes wide in wonder.

"How old are you?" he almost snapped.

"Nine!" I chirped with a little spin. "No, ten, eleven! Eleven." I looked around suspiciously. "Twelve?" I said with a sweet, and very fake twitching smile.

"Noooo..." he stopped for a second.

"Nine!" I looked up almost terrified. "Sorry sorry sorry!" I pressed myself tight to his side, blasting as much puppydog eyes as I had.

"Yep, you're nine, what just happenned?" he said in a matter of fact tone, in a near deadpan.

I bit my lip and concentrated for a second. "You squeezed my bum?" He sent me a glare. "I liked it!" I squeeked out quickly, nodding my head.

"And?" he asked. 'And?' I stopped for a second.

"Oh," I consentrated and furrowed my brow. "Did you like it?" I said with a sudden exclaimation.

"Ugh, Ugh, well yeah. Ugh. Yes," he finished simply. I just nodded, and grabbed onto his side. He slowed down a little, and I realized how fast we'd been walking. I heard him start to say something. His mouth was open but he stopped. I wanted to say something too. But I didnt know what it was.

"Okay, I..." I stopped as he turned and started walking to the door of a small house. "...Want to go in there," I finished, pointing my finger suddenly, like i'd seen a shooting star.

"You can come in silly," he said with a sudden laugh. I snickered for a second and skipped over, jumping into his house as he held the door open. I turned around slowly, grinning sheepishly as I pulled my arms behind my back. He came in too, and as the latch snapped behind him, he frowned and looked me up and down, head to toe, as I batted my eyes.

"You're nine," he pointed out, his whole face slack as he slumped against the door.

"And im in grade five," I crossed my fingers behind my back. "So im like ten, bit um. I'm nine. But-but ten," he gave me another strange look.

"Would you... like to sit down?" He slowly kicked his sneakers off, and stumbled to the blue loveseat he had in front of the television. He plopped down heavyily on the loveseat. I knelt down, undid my shoes with an impatient grumble and hopped over to him.

"Can I sit there too?" I asked pleadingly. He seemed a little less tense.

"Yes ya can princess."

Princess. Princess?! I pointed my finger out at him stiffly. "You like princessy girls?!" My sharp loud little voice echoing a little, my head lowering as I heard myself.

"Sure I do like you alot," he said with a warm smile.

"No, not like that... like..." I bit my finger and thought to myself, shifting foot to foot. "You like um, young um, no, um, you like um, girls, like... me? Me?!"

"Yes. Sweety. Princess," he quickly corrected. "You're a fun girl," he said a little hastily afterward.

I grinned and crawled up into his lap, straddling him, my legs wrapped around his waist as I nuzzled my head into his tshirt. I stared up with a shit eating grin and squirmed in tightly.

"Hi, Amy," he choked out.

"Hi," I sighed out as I rubbed my cheek on the top of his tummy.

"You know what um, youre doing right?" he said, his fingers digging unnatrually tightly into the cushions.

"I'm sorry, im not good at this stuff." I crawled off of him suddenly, and turned around, looking back at him shyly, face deep red as I bent over, hands reaching to my toes, my tight little ass held in the air near his face.

"Do you like it when men, touch... stuff?" he asked shakily.

Looking upside down at him from between my legs, I frowned. "I dunno, but I REALLY like it when YOU do Eric." I squirmed a little, swaying dizzily as the blood rushed to my head. I felt a pair of hands grab my hips and pull me back between his legs, his hands coming up and pulling my shoulders back, his arms quickly wrapping around me.

"You really like it dont you Amy?" He whispered in my ear shakily, his own nervousness just adding to my own.

"Yes," I whispered out softly.

"You feel good when I touch your bum?"

"Yessss..." I whimpered out, blushing deeply, feet kiciking a little.

"You want.... me too, touch-"

"Yes!" I squeezed out quickly, wiggling my bum back and forth on his lap, suddenly noticing his erection pressed tight against my shorts.

"Amy..."

"I'm a bad girl and I like bad touch!" I twisted myself around and gave him a sniffling pout. I felt him stiffen for a second, his body and his dick, as I felt him push me off his lap. I shakily got to my feet as he ran his hands up and down my sides, before slowly turning me around to face him. I had a wide smile plastered across my face as I slowly realized he was saying something.

"Amy? Amy??"

"Yes!"

"Be very quiet." I just nodded as I saw his hands reach out, his finger grabbing at the front of my shorts, slowly undoing the top button.

"How old are you princess?" He asked me, licking his lips slowly.

"I'm nine," I whined out meekly, trying to slowly rub my thighs together. I shivered as I felt his fingers pulling my zipper down bit by bit, the special place between my legs going from a tingle to a fire.

I panted, and was shaking as he slowly pulled my shorts down my little coltish legs.

"I'm sorry," I felt him slowly bringing my shorts back up as I slapped his hands.

"Take my clothes off," I whined.

"Sweety, you're shaking..." My eyes suddenly widdened.

"I'm sorry, im sorry, I cant stop, youre taking my clothes off and I feel things, and I want to be naked and do sex and I touch and rub my privates thinking bad things and you and you doing bad things with my privates, oh my gosh, I just want you to touch me. My privates," pointing down between my legs. "I'm sorry im silly and right here and-"

His hand cupped my little pantied mound and squeezed.

"Eeyyeeeaaahhhh touch me, touch me!" I squirmed my whole body, eyes rolling back. I heard a thump and, when I openned my eyed I was staring at the front of his pants, my whole body quivering. I looked down at the wet spot on the front of my panties. I did that.

When I looked back up his zipper was undone, and a long thick penis was inches from my face.

"Open your mouth," he grunted out as he stood up infront of me, his penis an inch from my face. My mouth dropped open, the end of my tongue laying over my bottom lip.

He slapped his penis on my tongue with a wet smack. My eyes rolled back as I swayed a little. Then I felt it rubbing across my forehead and face.

"Good girl," he grunted out roughly. "Gooddd giirrrlll," he said in hard soothing voice.

"I want to be a good girl," I moaned out softly as I felt the spongey end push past my lips.

"Suck," he snapped. And I did, my lips already stretched apart by his big adult shaft, I sucked my cheeks in, his hard smooth penis sliding into my mouth as I slurped and sucked it like a warm popsicle.

"Yes Amy, suck my fucking cock," he groaned out as I felt it go straight and stiffen more in my mouth.

I panted quickly through my nose, I sucked and slurped, swallowing my drool down as I tasted the raw flavor of adult penis, big adult cock, for the first time.

His hands grabbed my wavey blonde hair, stuffing my mouth full, the spongey purple head pressed tight to the back of my mouth. "Swallow my... sperm."

"Hmmm?" I whimpered softly as the first thick rope of his cum ran up his shaft.

"Ughhhhh!!"

It splashed deep in my mouth, and I swallowed, squeeling on his cock as he held my head tight to his crotch.

"Swallow daddie's cum, princess," he groaned out hoarsely as his cock twitched in my mouth, poping into my throat as he humped forward.

I gulped and gulped, eyes wide and staring up at him as his whole load slid down my throat.

"Take daddie's load, princess, ah yeah," he grunted out, thrusting his hips forward as he shoved down my throat, his clenching wrinkly sack smacking me under my chin.

I panted, wide eyed, staring at him as he slumped back down on the couch. I stared back him, my mouth hanging open as his thick semen ran out over my tongue and down my chin.

"Oh wow," he gasped out.

"I dont have a daddie," I whined out meakly.

"I'm sorry swe-"

"You want to be my daddie?" I moaned out softly, leaning forward.

"Ugh, ye-yeah. But I like to fuck little girls," Eric teased, his thick erection still pointing up.

"I'm a big girl but I still wanna, daddie?" I asked nervously.

He looked at me slowly, my lips and chin a drippy white mess, my eyes wide and staring at him needily.

He pulled me up under my arms, turning me until I was on his lap. I felt both his hands quickly grasps my thighs, rubbing and groping up and down.

"Touch my privates d-d-daddie," I moaned out, squirming my back against his tummy as my shorts fell off my ankles.

His hand came to the front of my mound, grapping and squeezing, kneading my plain cotton panties into my squishy soft cunny. I tilted my head back, looking up pleadingly as I pulled the front of the waistband out with both thumbs, letting him see the top of my swollen little twat. I shuddered as his big rough hand quickly ran down my stomach, over my mound, his middle finger digging into my little slit as he cupped my sex.

"Ughhhh... ughn, daddie..." I moaned out, my knees coming back as I squirmed against him.

"Yes princess, and daddies finger and fuck their kids little soaked cunts," he grunted out, his thick middle finger digging deep up my hole as I felt the knuckle push and stretch me open.

"It feels-" And he jammed it in, making me almost choke, my tight little pantied ass rubbing back and forth on his stiffness.

"How old are you?!" he snapped almost angrily.

"Almost ten?" I moaned out, my little place sucking and dripping on his finger as I was suddenly pushed off him, my knees hitting the floor, my hands bracing me shakily as I heard the loveseat creak. His fingers squirmed under the crotch of my panties, grasping the material and tugging at it, the elastic lossening as my knees dragged back across the carpet. I looked back over my shoulder. I wanted to be scared, I didnt understand. Things were happenning, but as I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my knees apart, I looked back infront of me, biting down hard on my lip.

Big strong hands wrapped the whole way around my waist as I felt my ass smack against his lap.

"Amy!" I heard him pant out hoarsely, one hand pushing down on my back. "AMY!" he said louder, his hand shoving me down, my shoulders and chest hitting the floor, his other hand, pulling my ass back up by the waistband of my broken little panties. "Be a good girl."

I tried to say okay, I wanted to nod. I heard a squeeky little girlish groan come out. And I felt his hard dick rub over my slick dripping mound. 'My first-'

He got the fat purple head snug at my openning, grabbed my narrow hips, and shoved. "Huh?" I wheezed out in a long shaky moan. I felt it. The fat head of a big adult mans dick. It popped in, it squeezed up my hole, and slid and slid, pushing up me as my tight clingly velvety walls were pulled apart.

"Virgin?" he grunted out, his knees adjusting on the floor, his finger digging into my hips.

"Yea," I whined out softly, my cheek resting on the floor, face slack as my little body quivered. 'Penis, inside, rubbing. Rubbing the INSIDE!'

"Yeah, fingered your little kiddysnatch open for a hard fuck en?" He snapped out, shoving again.

"Eyyyeaaahhh!!!" I kicked my feet, twisting my head side to side as I felt him stuff up into the deepest parts of my little deflowered hole. His rough grasping hands ran down my sides, pushing my shirt up, fingers wiggling under my tightly fitted bra, the pads kf his fingers finding and rubbing at my stiff little nubs.

"Flat little kid en?"

I blushed deeply, little hole still quivering bad as I pushed back with a sharp little squeel.

"Ah fuck, you're a big girl huh?" His hands ran up over my shoulders, to my head, fisting in my hair, pulling me up off the floor as he shoved into me again, his big heavy balls swinging down and smacking the top of my mound.

"Hhheeennnn hhheeennnn!!!!" I squeeled out, staring forward at the reflection in the tv, my little hole wrapping up in a tight glove around him, holding him tight.

"Fucking Fuck!!" He pulled me back and thrust deep, panting and groaning over my little body. Soon my face was back on the carpet, his palms planted over my head, forced to slam down into my slick hole just so he could move inside me.

"Amy?"

"Ugnnnnn."

"Amy?!"

"Uuuggghhhhhhnnn!" He slowed down, his shaft rubbing gently in and out, pushing my cream and his thin precum out around the base of his cock in a foamy white 'O'. I tried to push myself and just whimpered. "Seexx. Seeeexxxxx!" I moaned out, wiggling my hips, my little ass jiggling in his lap as he shoved into me again, my knees coming off the floor.

He kept going. I was seeing stars. My little body was slick. And I felt him, I felt him inside me, shaping my bald lil cunny for his pole. I felt his sweat dripping onto and down my back, and his panting breath and horny grunts my ear. And it drove me crazy.

"More! Rub it harder!" My fists hitting the carpet as I screamed. And it happened.

"Take it Amy. Take my fucking nut kiddy slut!"

I wasnt sure what it was, but it was going to happen, I hoped I was doing the right things to take it.

I felt his hands press down on the side of my head, pushing my face into my puddle of drool on the carpet, his elbows digging into my back, making me press my tummy down, my lithe little body still holding my ass high as his hard pounding fuck lifted my knees off the carpet. I heard screaming or groaning. It was loud, my eyes went white, and I clenched up hard, so hard I could feel his thick dick pulse, as his dick shot something hot and wet in the deepest part of my hole. I was shaking, or he was shaking, and, no, that was me.

"EEEEEEEE!!! My privates! Ughn Eyeah, ahhh gawd en en!" I squirmed and writhed under him, little body and sloshy hole twisting back and forth.

When I openned my eyes, he was slumped back against the couch almost horrified. I looked down between my legs, eyes widenning as I saw a layer of gloopy white mess covering me up to my belly button.

"Oh frickin crap, what did I do?!" he asked me, staring vacantly up at the ceiling. I gave him a puzzled look, and slowly crawled forward, still very tingly and feeling like jello. My hand reached forward and tugged at his tshirt.

"Amy... I did it... I... did something... so bad, and..."

I held up my hands quickly. "No no no, I dont have the peroid so we didnt have to roll condoms down your penis." His mouth slowly hung open.

"It hurt alot... to do that Amy?" he stated, his eyes slowly watering.

"Oh my gosh!" My hands coming to my mouth. "I'm sorrrrryyyy. But, ITS NOT MY FAULT, IM NINE! Its small and stuff inside there." My hands slowly wrapped around his half hard cock. "Is it okay? I'm sorta sore but if ya wanna do THAT I can totally do it like two times!"