Sri Lanken Lover Part II

by Leslie Schmidt

It wasn't until she had been with me for almost three years that we actually had "sexual intercourse." That afternoon we had gone to see the latest Disney, it was a hot afternoon but, because it was an early showing, the theatre was largely empty.

We took some nuts and drinks and cuddled up near the back of the house. In the cool dark of the theatre, Missy was cold, she was wearing only a light sleeveless shift and sandals. After just about ten minutes of the movie, Mewi moved onto my lap. It was really nice holding her, her light, thin frame felt comfortable against me. She was so light, and when she leaned back against me and I wrapped my arms around her, I felt as if I was holding a little bit of paradise. I could feel her warmth through her light jumper, her shoulder blades pushed lightly into my chest.

She leaned her head back against my shoulder, her hair was against my cheek. We continued watching the movie as John Smith met the Indians and started building Fort James. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. She turned her head and kissed my jaw. I hugged her back. A few minutes later, she shifted to my right side, I cuddled her closer. Again she kissed my jaw, but this time, she ran her tongue along the ridge, then up to my ear lobe. Her breath was warm in my ear. "Rub me." She whispered.

I looked around. There was no one sitting near us. Our row was empty, there were a couple of young girls sitting across the isle, more than ten seats from us. There was nobody sitting in the row behind us, in fact, behind us the nearest other people were more than 10 meters away and well to our right.

I ran my hand along her left thigh. The muscles were firm under the cloth of the jumper, she didn't seem to carry any fat under her skin, just smooth, firm muscles. Just above her knee, my hand encountered the hem of her dress. I moved below the hem of her skirt and felt the hard bones of her knee. Then I reversed direction, moving very slowly up her thigh. Mewi slouched down in my lap, pushing against my swelling dick. She spread her legs until her calves hung down outside my knees.

I continued up her thigh, marveling at the smooth skin. As I moved, her jumper hem was pulled up, uncovering her. I looked over her shoulder. My light-skinned hand stood out against the black skin of her leg. Her jumper was gathering in deep folds, waves being pushed ahead of my advancing hand. Slowly, I uncovered her thigh, because of the pulling on one side, her dress rode up her other leg, again reveling a dark, muscular thigh.

As I moved up, I also moved my had deeper between her legs. My fingers were moving along the soft, sensitive skin between her legs. She slouched down further. Now the back of her head was against my collar bone. Just before I reached her panties, the skin changed, for some reason, the skin close to her pussy clung slightly to my fingertips. It was a little damp with perspiration. My finger pushed up against the cotton of her panties.

I moved my finger back and forth, across her sex, feeling the rounded lips with their valley in between. I did this a couple of times, Mewi exhaled and a shiver went down her body. I felt her relax, melting against me.

I ran my finger along her slit, feeling her warmth and dampness. She started humping slightly against me. I continued this and her movements became more earnest, as did her breathing. "Under my knickers," she said.

I pulled my hand up, then slid it under the waistband of her panties. The smooth, hairless skin of her child sex was warm. When I pushed my finger between her preteen lips, she was slick with juices. Her clit was a firm little ball. I rubbed my finger over it, back and forth, several times and Mewi's breath started to come in short gasps. Then I pushed deeper, sliding my finger into her vagina. Years earlier, I had deflowered her while finger-fucking her, and I slid easily deep into her, most of my index finger probing into her until I reached the top of her canal and felt her tiny cervix, a bump the size of a small marble.

I ran my finger in and out, fucking her harder as she humped against me. The sound of the movie covered up her soft vocalizations, high, breathy, "Ah, ah, ah...." I wrapped my other arm tightly around her, both to hug her and to hold her down. I was afraid that her movements would be noticed by others and had to hold her still. She was breathing hard, and, with my right hand against her ribs, just below her left arm, I could feel her heart pounding. She became stiff and shuddered when her orgasm rocked through her preteen frame, humping hard against my hand, forcing my finger deep into her with her hand on top of mine. She pushed her head back painfully against my collarbone.

The waves receded and again she relaxed against me. She was sweating, her jumper was sticking to her sides and I could feel the dampness on the back of her neck. When I started pulling my finger out of her tight cooch, she grabbed my hand, "No."

I smiled in the darkness. "Keep it there, it feels good," she said. I pushed my finger back, deep into her snatch. She sighed softly, then sat and watched the movie.

After about ten minutes, I was beginning to find our position uncomfortable. When I pushed her forward to reposition her, she again grabbed my hand, holding my finger inside her pussy. I shifted her to the other side but kept my finger in place.

The movement started her again. At first, very slightly, she started humping against my hand. Her movements were almost imperceptible, I was not sure they were really there. But, after a minute, she began rocking harder and her breathing began to deepen. It took only a couple of minutes more before she came, again shivering against me and groaning. Then she settled down but still refused to allow me to remove my finger.

Five minutes later she said, "I have to go to the loo."

"Well, you can't take my finger with you."

"No, I guess not," she said. Then she pushed my hand away, my finger slid easily out of her warm pussy, and climbed off my lap. Standing in the row, she straightened her shift, then turned and left. With her off of me, I took the opportunity to reposition my cock. It had been pushing uncomfortably against my pants (and Mewi's butt) as it strained for release. I tucked it further down, between my legs and centered.

Without thinking, I sniffed my finger and was overwhelmed by the light musky scent of Mewi's pussy. The smell caused a visceral reaction, speeding my heart and causing my dick to swell. I was amused by my reactions-Pavlov's dog. Freud said that there was a direct link between the nose and the genitals. My reaction to the aroma of Mewi's snatch seemed to prove it.

Mewi came back and sat down on my lap, again positioning her legs so my knees were between hers. "Put your finger back." I ran my had up under her dress and was surprised to find no panties.

"Where is your underwear?"

"In my pocket."

I rubbed along her slit, again feeling the slick warmth of her eight-year- old sex. (We had celebrated her eighth birthday on January 17th, a few months earlier. In reality, no one knows when she was born. At this point, she had been living with me for more than three years.) I pushed my finger back into her and Mewi sighed softly but continued to watch the movie.

As the story played out, Mewi started rocking on my hand three more times, repeatedly bringing herself to quiet but intense orgasms. By the time the movie ended, her jumper was drenched with her sweat. She fell sound asleep in the cab on the way back to the flat, even though it was only 2 PM.

When we got back to the building we went across the lobby and into the lift. The flat was on the fourth floor, the lift was terribly slow. As it crept up we watched the numbers. When 3 appeared, and the lift did not slow, Mewi swept her jumper off over her head. She was standing behind me, and I was not really aware of this. When we left the lift she darted around me and threw he jumper over my shoulder. Despite my shock, the sight of her beautiful black slip of a body running down the hall was wonderful. With a giggle, she stopped in front of our door and waited for me.

I decided not to rise to the bait and took my time walking to the door. Then I made a big show of fishing my keys out of my pocket, choosing the correct one, unlocking the door and opening it. I figured that the time would make her scared of having someone come out of another flat and see her. She just giggled.

When we were in the flat and the door was closed, Mewi knelt in front of me and started tugging on my belt. "I know you're really horny," she said as she freed my dick. She simply started sucking it as I stood with the door behind me. My knees felt weak as I quickly moved toward release.

"Let's move to the sofa," I said while I pulled my shirt off over my head.

I stepped out of my shorts as we walked to the couch, Missy kept her hand wrapped around my cock. I sat down and she kneeled on the floor and resumed her sucking. I loved the sight of my dick moving in and out of her mouth. She had learned to take most of it, relaxing her throat to prevent the gag reflex. Her mouth was warm and smooth, the feeling of her teeth gently scraping up and down my dick was wonderful. Her hair had grown longer and it was cool and light laying on my hips, some tickled my balls.

Our activity in the theatre had made me incredibly ready, and, within a minute I was reeling from the pressure behind my balls. Missy could tell I was about to come and she looked up at me with a smile in her eyes which said, "Go!"

My prostate convulsed and the most enormous surge of semen imaginable exploded down my dick, it felt like a golf ball ripping out of my groin. I was totally overwhelmed by the combination of ecstasy and pain as, I kid you not, at least 20 cc's of my jiz shot into Missy's mouth with such force that it sprayed out of her lips and back into my crotch hair. My second shot was no smaller but this time, she was pulling away as semen splashed across her face. She opened her cum filled mouth, it was full, covering her tongue, stringing between her teeth and lips, and I watched the next stream fly from my dick, through her open mouth and into the back of her throat. She closed her mouth and more semen bubbled out between her lips which were hit by another ropy string of jiz which then hung from my cock and her upper lip.

My orgasm was so intense that my guts were tied up, my ass muscles and hamstrings ached and, for a moment, my vision darkened and I had to gulp my breaths to keep from passing out. Missy's face was awash with sperm. A string hung from her hair, to her left eyebrow, then across her eye to her cheek. Her other eye was milky white, filled with sperm. One of her nostrils was full and her lips and chin had a thick coating. More ropes of jiz hung from her chin, a drop stringing down to more white goo on her chest and abdomen.

Missy's face was a mask of cum and shock. "God, that's a lot," she said. I just lay back, panting. She stood up and I watched some cum run down her front, across her stomach and down her hip and thigh. My dick was relaxing, laying off to the side and a pool of semen was collecting just below my hip bone as my cock, still bouncing slightly with my pulse, dipped down.

She went into the kitchen and came back out wiping her face with a dish towel. She looked into the towel and started to giggle. "More than a mouthful," she said. "I need a shower." She disappeared down the hall. A few moments later, I hear the water start to run into the bath.

I lay there and listened. After a few minutes, the water stopped and I heard Missy stepping into the tub. There were squeaking noises as she moved around in the water. I decided to join her.

When I came into the bath, Missy looked up. "Move over," I said. She slid forward toward the tap and I stepped into the warm water. I sat down with her sitting between my legs, she lay back against me. She half turned and we kissed, our tongues sliding around each other. She still tasted slightly of my semen. My dick started to firm again, pushing against the small of her back.

I wrapped my right arm around her and started rubbing her slit with my left hand. As I pushed my finger into her pussy, Missy pulled her legs up, spreading her legs wider for me, I pushed a second finger into her tight cunt as she humped unto my hand, fucking herself. As she came, she pushed her head into the middle of my chest. She relaxed against me.

By now, my cock was back to full attention. Missy turned around and knelt down, again taking me into her preteen mouth. This time, it was going to take a lot longer for me to come, so I just lay back and watched as she alternately sucked me, ran her tongue around my head, then licked the length of my cock. A couple of times, she dove under water to suck on my balls.

She straightened up and straddled me. Looking me in the face, she started rubbing my cock along her crack. I watched as she ran her clit along me, her breath deepening. Then she rose up and pushed the head of my dick against the opening of her vagina. She put some weight on me and her lips widened.

"Are you sure?" I said. We had talked about "going all the way" but had not yet consummated the act. She didn't answer but, instead, pushed down harder. I watched, entranced, as my cock slowly disappeared into her eight-year-old snatch. She was impossibly tight and warm. Just over half my dick slid up into her before I hit the top. She held still, getting used to the feeling. Then she started moving, rising up, then, again, slowly impaling herself. She had her hands flat on my chest, she was looking straight into my face as she continued to take me into her tiny hairless slit. After a couple of minutes, I began to feel the pressure again building in my balls.

Mewi continued her bouncing, the rhythmic movement setting up a wave pattern in the tub, splashing along the side, then a breaking wave rolling up my chest. Her position was perfect, allowing me to watch my white cock moving in and out of her hairless cunt. When she lifted up, pulling my dick out, her inner lips would be pulled out, jealously releasing my shaft. Then she would lower herself, and my shaft would push into her, forcing her lips to retreat and roll inward as I slid deep up into her girl vagina. As our mutual orgasms built, so did our movements. She was no longer lifting and lowering her preteen body on me, she was now pumping up and down. Her nipples stood out from her chest and her juices ran down my cock to disappear in the water.

Missy closed her eyes and threw her head back as she built to her own climax. I was humping up into her, her breath was coming with my thrusts. She looked down, bouncing harder, jamming my enraged cock as deep into her cunt as it would go. When she came, she stopped breathing and looked straight at me, her mouth open in a silent scream. She lifted once more, then slammed down on me as I emptied my sack into her preteen cunt, again filling this little girl with my seed. I fire stream after stream of hot sperm deep inside her. I imagined her cervix being opened by the force of my ejaculation, injecting my sperm cells up into her womb.

Her pussy was full and some jiz leaked around her hairless lips and floated off in the water. Missy fell against me, still rocking up and down on me, breathing hard. After a while, she quieted as my cock softened. A few minutes later, it slipped out of her cunt, leaving a trail of white semen.

We spent the rest of the evening together, naked, cuddling in front of the TV. We didn’t make love again for a couple of days, Mewi said she was sore.

I few weeks later, I went to a clinic and had my nuts cut, it just wouldn’t do to get my eight or nine year old daughter pregnant.