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Subject: {ASSM} The Accidental (Mf sc?)
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reserved. Read at your own risk if its legal for you to do so.

The Accidental (Mf sc?)
By Backslash Oberon

It was at one of the big comic conventions, but not one so big that it
had to be held in a convention hall. This one was inside of a hotel. I
had seen her a couple times earlier that day, the first of the
convention, Friday. She was short, maybe 5'2" or 5'3" at the most, cute
with a tiny nose and bright eyes, just the cuddly side of slender, and
oriental, Chinese I remember thinking at the time. Of course, being a
guy, what really caught my eye about her was her tits, enclosed in a
tight pink wool sweater. They were perfect, like grapefruit. They must
have been 42 DD but on her small frame they looked even bigger.
She was there with some friends, chatting and laughing as they worked
their way through the con, so I hadn't spoken to her at all. Anyway,
what would I have said? "Hello, nice tits babe?" I think not.
As it happened, around two or three in the afternoon I'd finished my
shopping for the day and I decided to go upstairs to my room, toss my
purchases on the bed, and maybe take a quick shower. When I entered the
elevator it was empty, but just before the doors closed who should
appear but my girl. She slipped through just as the doors slid shut. We
rode up in silence for about 20 seconds, me staring at her breasts
unable to help myself now that they were so close, her ignoring me.
I don't know what made me do it, but I just had to. I had to know,
were they real or not, had to know if they were as soft and firm
beneath that sweater as they looked. So, thinking with my prick and not
my brain, I reached out and squeezed one of those luscious orbs.
Her eyes went wide, she gasped, and stepped back, bumping into the rear
wall of the elevator. On autopilot I moved with her, my hand still on
her breast, squeezing softly, nerves sending signals to my brain and my
crotch confirming that this was one hell of a breast.
She wiggled under my hand, but didn't say anything, her face flushed in
embarrassment and anger. All too soon the elevator dinged and the door
began to open. I dropped my hand quickly and took a step back, hoping
that no one would see, but no one entered and as the doors opened, she
slipped past me and out into the hall.
I was torn, did I follow her and somehow try to apologize? Or did I
just go on as if nothing had happened. Too late I settled on an
apology, the doors had closed. I jabbed the button for the next floor
and, as soon as the doors began to open, I jumped out. I took a quick
left, dashed into the stairwell, and cleared both landings by vaulting
over the railing. I opened the door and stepped calmly out into the
hall, looking both ways for the girl. I saw her, maybe twenty yards
away, rooting in her purse for her room key. She must not have been
worried cause she wasn't rushing.
Knowing that I'd spook her and thus ruin any chance at an apology if I
yelled, I moved towards her.
She got her keycard out and was opening the door when she spotted me
out of the corner of her eye. She started and tried to push the door
open faster. The door opened with much more ease that she obviously
expected, because she stumbled and fell face first into the room.
I dashed forward to see if she was okay, reaching the door in time to
see her roll over onto her back. She looked up at me with her wide blue
eyes, clearly more than a little frightened. Again I was caught by her
looks and stepped forward to help her up, but she gave a small squeak
and wiggled back from me. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on
how you look at it, I had stepped on the hem of her skirt and as she
moved back it pulled off, leaving her small, pink panties bare before
my eyes. I followed her into her room, stooping to grab her skirt and
purse as I passed, letting the door swing closed behind me.
I was obviously making things worse not better so, setting her skirt
and purse in the closet on my left, I strode over to her and, standing
over her hips, leaned down and grabbed her under the arms. I hoisted
her trembling form easily into the air. She whimpered softly. I had
been planning nothing more that to help her up, but as I held her in my
arms I became lost in her wide helpless eyes. I gathered her to me,
wanting to soothe the tears that were appearing at the corners of her
almond eyes, and hugged her close. I felt her firm breasts press into
my chest and her breath against my neck. She wriggled slightly and
opened her mouth.
I knew she was going to scream and had to stop her. There was no way I
could possibly explain this to anyone who might come. So I kissed her,
long and hard, crushing her to my chest. Sometime during that kiss my
hand found its way down her back and squeezed her tight little rump,
molding it, fondling it. She whimpered into my mouth as I held her
close, kissing her passionately. She was like fire in my arms, but I
couldn't let go. Finally I broke the kiss, but not before her wiggling
thigh had rubbed against my now rock hard erection. I had to have her.
I let her down onto her bed and tugged her sweater over her head. She
was perfection, only a small golden cross covered her lovely chest. She
sniffled a little, but I laid her back, pushing gently, waiting for her
to tell me to stop, to say anything, for something to snap me out of
this lust filled daze. That something didn't come and I reached down,
caressing my palm over her tight belly down to her cute panties. I felt
the soft cotton under my hand and slowly pulled them off, down her
smooth hairless legs and over her white keds.
She had almost no pubes, just a light down. "O man," I thought, "she
must be 13 or 14" but even that didn't stop me. I stood over her naked
form, her only covering her white socks and white tennies enclosing her
danty feet. I pealed off my clothes as she watched, wide eyed and
crying softly.
I lay down next to her and softly caressed her body, loving the
smoothness of it, the firm and supple touch of her warm skin. Slowly I
gathered her into my arms and, holding her by the hips, rolled onto my
back and positioned her tight slit over my shaft. Now I'm not that big,
seven or eight inches long I'd guess, though I've never measured it,
but it looked big against her tiny slit. I gazed up those perfect tits
and pulled her slowly down my cock.
She yelped and whimpered, trembling all over, as my head popped inside
her. Gods was she tight and hot. I pressed in deeper, her dryness
hampering me a little. I felt her cherry against the head of my cock
and sighed with pleasure and a small touch of pain. I smiled up at her,
she looked down at me in combined fear and misery. I pressed into her
hard, pulling her down at the same time.
She screamed as I ripped through her virginity and collapsed on my
chest, hiccuping and sobbing, her breasts so soft and firm against my
bare skin.
I held her still atop me, luxuriating in the feel of her tight, tight
cunt. God she felt good.  For several minutes I was content just to
remain as we were but eventually the urge to sink myself all the way
into her took over and I began lifting her and pulling her back down an
inch at a time.  She moaned and squirmed deliciously.  It didn't take
too long for her to loosen enough for me to increase my speed and soon
I was in another inch and then another and then, with a rather painful
jarring sensation, I felt my head ram against the hard knot of her
cervix.
If it had hurt me, it must have felt like a dagger in her belly to my
little playmate because she went absolutely nuts, thrashing and
struggling against my grip.  I held her in place, knowing that if she
got away now there was no way in hell I could explain why she was
running naked through the halls, virginal blood running down her inner
thigh.  Finally I just pulled down on her hips, forcing my way into her
womb. It was fabulous, like taking her virginity all over again and I
could help it. I came, soaking her deepest recesses with my seed. I
fell back against the pillows and breathed deeply. Her cervix slowly
forced my softening prick back out and the feeling was incredible.  So
incredible that I became hard almost immediately.
After making love to my little china doll for an hour and half, playing
with those lovely tits of hers while waiting for my erection to return,
I was, quite literally, shagged out and so, pulling her close I fell
asleep.
I awoke about two hours later to the sound of a woman's gasp and
several bags hitting the floor.  I cracked an eye that there was this
asian couple, looking about mid forties, loking down at me.  I sat up,
and reaching over the edge of the bed snagged my boxers and pulled them
on.  The man's face was slowly darkening and as he opened his mouth I
prepared for the worst. Instead a tirade of Chinese poured forth and
although I don't speak a blessed word of that language, the way my
little doll flinched and then tried to hide behind me made it rather
clear that daddy dearest's words were directed at her and not me.
After about ten minutes of this he gestured to his wife and she strode
angrily around the bed and grabbed my girl by an ear.  Bitching mother
and squealing daughter excited into the bathroom and the door slammed
behind them.
He took the chair opposite where I sat on the bed and looked at me for
several moments.  He looked like a man in the grips of a titanic inner
battle, and when he finally spoke (in accented but otherwise flawless
english) it was with great reluctance.  "My daughter," he began, "has
disgraced our family with her western ways and by her taking of a man
such as you, a white man if you understand, as lover."
I said nothing, trying to keep my astonishment off my face.  I mean, I
play poker (and loose) with some heavy hitters, but I hope I have
cultivated a reasonably good pokerface over the years.  But still, you
all but rape a man's daughter - she never said no, but still - a man's
seriously underage daughter, and he all but calls her a slut.  But then
again, he did walk in on us sleeping together and she wasn't roughed up
or standing over me with a knife or anything so hey, I wasn't going
to set him straight.
He wasn't done, it turned out.  "I am not, by American standards, a
wealthy man, but if you agree never to speak of this, and never to seek
out my daughter again, I shall pay you twenty thousand dollars."
I laughed, I just had to, it was too goddamned ridiculous, "Hell man,
I'd pay thirty just to do her again." I'm not sure why I said that
last, but it seemed the only way to break the tension without actually
resorting to violence.
I expected him to drop the whole thing then and there, but he looked at
me for several of the longest minutes of my life, a strange expression
on his face, then glanced over at my clothes and purchases. Finally he
spoke, "You have this much money to spend?"
I shrugged, "Sure.  I own this toy company and we do okay."  Might as
well tell the truth.
"And you would have Mai as wife?"
That took me by surprise, but still I think I hid it well enough. I've
been married once, about five years ago, when I was twenty. We met in
college and it was only after I discovered that she'd been cheating on
me since day one that I figured she was just after my family's money.
So, almost two years to the day after our wedding we parted ways and
she got nothing but the big old boot and her memories.  Still how could
I pass up the chance to have my little china doll, or rather Mai, my
little china doll, not once more, but every damned day if I wanted her?

So I said sure, and her mother cried and she cried, although I'm not
sure they were crying for the same reason, and two months later we got
married in this absolutely lovely ceremony in Taiwan, beautiful
country, very nice. And that's how I accidentally ended up with a
thirteen year old Chinese bride

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