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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 8: Kimmy's Friend Nikki, Part 2 (Mf, oral, anal, prost)

   Two days later--a Friday--I stayed home from the office to complete a
report I was working on.  Around eleven a.m.  the telephone rang.

   "Mr.  Mareskechov?" the staid female voice on the other end said.

   I was taken aback but managed to stammer, "Y-yes."

   "This is Miss Baston from St.  Mary's.  I'm calling about Nikita. 
Despite repeated warnings, your daughter continues to wear inappropriate
attire to class.  And are you aware, sir, of our rule regarding no
make-up?"

   "Uh...yes," I lied.

   "Well, Nikita continues to wear make-up-and I might add, sir, very gaudy
make-up-in violation of official school policy.  I'm afraid if this
situation is not corrected, and soon, I will be forced to suspend her.  Do
I make myself clear, Mr.  Mareskechov?"

   "Perfectly clear, Miss Baston."

   "By the way, Nikita gave me this new phone number a few days ago.  When
did your number change?" Her voice was thick with suspicion.

   "Uh, just last week," I said.  "We had to get an unlisted one.  Prank
calls.  You know."

   "Yes.  Well, with the way Nikita dresses, I'm not surprised.  I look
forward to your cooperation, sir.  Goodbye."

   "Goodbye," I said, and replaced the handset in the cradle.

   What the fuck was that all about?  Nikki had obviously given my
telephone number to her school in case they tried to call her parents. 
After our little escapade the other night, she probably assumed I'd be cool
and not do anything about it.  Well, she was wrong.

   A few minutes after noon, I went into the den and retrieved the scrap of
paper from inside my desk.  I punched Nikki's pager number into the
telephone, then hung up the handset.  Five minutes later the phone rang.

   "Hi, Sam," Nikki said.  "I was wondering when you'd get around to
calling me,"

   "I just spoke with Miss Baston," I said.

   "Oh?" There was a long pause.

   "She tells me she's on the verge of suspending you."

   "What?" Nikki's disbelief sounded genuine.  "I didn't think things had
gone that far."

   "Well, they have.  Nikki, I think you and I need to discuss this."

   "Okay, " she said, hesitation in her voice.

   "Can you come over around three tomorrow?"

   "Sure."

   "Oh, and Nikki..."

   "Yeah?"

   "Bring the clothes and make-up Miss Baston is objecting to."

   "Oh...okay." I thought I detected a hint of curiosity.  "See you
tomorrow, Sam.  Bye."

   ***

   At three o'clock the next afternoon the doorbell rang.  It was Nikki. 
She seemed subdued, probably sheepish over her current predicament, I
thought.

   "Hi," I said, offering a smile to let her know I wasn't thoroughly
pissed.  "Come in."

   Nikki entered the house carrying a large shopping bag and followed me
into the living room.  I sat on my new sofa and patted the cushion beside
me.  Nikki took the proffered place.  She was dressed conservatively in a
blue knit sweater-top and loose-fitting jeans.  She wasn't wearing make-up,
not even lip-gloss.  Her hair was done up in pigtails.  She looked every
inch the innocent fourteen-year-old schoolgirl.

   I took her small hands in mine and said, "Nikki, I'm worried about that
call from Miss Baston.  I'm not upset that you gave the school my number,
but I am very concerned about this threat of a suspension."

   "Me, too," Nikki said, displaying what I thought was an appropriate
amount of fear.

   "Are the outfits you've been wearing that bad?"

   "I don't think so, Sam.  They just make me look a little bit older..."
She hesitated a second, then added, "And a little bit sexier."

   As if this little nymph needed to look any sexier.

   "Well," I said, "I think I should see how you're dressing so I can make
up my own mind whether Miss Baston has a point before we decide what to
do."

   A smirk came to Nikki's face.  "Sure, Sam." She stood and headed for the
staircase, carrying her shopping bag.

   "Oh, and Nikki..." She turned to face me.  "I want to see your make-up
as well."

   "O-kayyy," she said, her voice a singsong lilt.  Her smirk seemed to
transform into something more ominous.  As she climbed the stairs, her ass
appeared to wiggle a bit more provocatively under her jeans.

   While Nikki was upstairs, I considered changing out of the white
wife-beater shirt and gray sweatpants I'd put on that morning, but then
thought, _Fuck it, it's Saturday_.  I didn't think I had to dress up to
impress this little girl.

   Twenty minutes later, I heard a soft "Ahem" and looked up.  Nikki was
standing at the top of the stairs.  My jaw dropped and my mouth gaped open
like an imbecile's.  She was wearing the tightest black-leather miniskirt,
cut nine or ten inches above the knee and slit up the thigh.  As she turned
to model it, it seemed to make her ass protrude a bit more, lending her a
fuller, more womanly appearance.  I could also see a pair of dainty
black-lace panties peeking out from under the skirt.  Her long brown legs
seemed to go on forever as she walked down the stairs.

   Her sleeveless silver lamé top was held up by two thin spaghetti straps
and came down to just above her belly button, which was adorned with a tiny
diamond stud.  I stared in disbelief at the two gentle swells pushing out
the front of the tight silver top.  It was impossible-I had seen her
breasts the other night; she was almost totally flat.

   As Nikki continued her descent, I gawked at the sensuous sway of her
hips beneath her skirt and noticed the expensive-looking pair of four-inch
stilettos that graced her feet.  A delicate silver chain hugged one of her
thin brown ankles.

   My gaze slithered up to her face again, and I became totally mesmerized.
Her dark-pink lipstick emphasized the natural allure of her lips and
contrasted well with her olive complexion.  Her eyes were made up with
dark-blue mascara, her lashes thickened and extended.  Two thin silver
hoops dangled from her ears, and her pigtails had disappeared, replaced by
a heap of raven-black hair piled on top of her head.  She was absolutely
stunning.  She looked at least twenty-four instead of fourteen.

   When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I stood up and she came
toward me, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with her sexy gait.  A few feet
away from me she stopped and did a slow twirl.  In her heels she was nearly
as tall as I was.  She searched my eyes, as if desperate for approval. 
"So, what do you think, Sam?"

   I was speechless.  I had never talked to a girl this beautiful before. I
completely forgot it was only little Nikki.  She looked like a
_Playboy_--no, a _Penthouse_--model.  My mouth continued to hang open as
she sashayed up to the sofa and sat down.  She slowly crossed and uncrossed
her legs, offering me a few more peeks of her sexy underwear, then patted
the cushion beside her.

   In a daze, I flopped down.  She took my hands and looked into my eyes.
"Tell me the truth, Sam.  Do you like it?"

   Entranced by her beauty, I was oblivious to everything except her little
pink tongue peeking out and moistening her thin lips. 
"I...uh...you...uh...What was the question?" I sounded like a moron, and
feared I might have to learn the English language again from scratch.

   "How about my skirt?" she said.  "It's real leather.  Feel." She placed
my hand on her thigh, near the hem.  I worked the leather between my
fingers, cognizant that I was mere inches away from the crotch of those
sexy panties and the pleasures within.

   "Nice," I said, grazing the back of my hand against the silky flesh of
her thigh.

   "And feel this." She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. 
"Silver lamé."

   I copped a gentle squeeze.  "Very nice."

   Her breast felt a bit spongy, though.  She must have read my face
because she said, "I know what you're thinking." She reached down the front
of her top and pulled out a handful of tissue, giggling.  "Kleenex!"

   Astonishment washed over my face.

   She shrugged.  "I needed something to fill it out." As she extracted a
second wad of stuffing from the breast I was squeezing, I shifted my hand
to her other small boob and tweaked the nipple through the thin fabric. 
Her breathing grew heavier.  "Better watch it, Sam.  That makes me hot."
Her tongue peeked from her mouth again and licked her pink lips.

   "Sorry," I said, removing my hand.  Heat flooded my cheeks.

   My cock had swelled inside my pants and was uncomfortable in its cramped
quarters.  I shifted my hips to adjust it, and it tented up the front of my
sweats.

   Nikki took my hands again and rested them in my lap.  "Honestly, Sam, I
don't dress like this to antagonize anyone.  I just do it because I like
it. Please tell me you like it, too?"

   Her beautiful face took on a needy expression.  I stared into her eyes,
and thought I felt her finger trace the outline of my cock through my
pants.

   "Well, uh, I, uh...  Damn it, yes!  I do like it!  Fuck Miss Baston! 
You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman...er...girl...I've ever seen."
The words finally managed to spring free of my mouth, much to Nikki's
delight.

   "I like woman better," she said, smirking.  Her tongue teased her lips
again, then she gave me a big smile and started bouncing up and down with
glee, causing our hands to similarly bounce in my lap and further aggravate
an already serious situation.

   "Thank you, Sam!  Oh, thank you!  Did you see my panties?" She released
my hands and lifted the hem of her skirt to show me the black frilly lace
of her high-cut underwear.  "I paid forty dollars for them at Frederick's.
Feel." She grabbed my hand and placed it on her pubic mound, completely
caught up in her bubbly schoolgirl enthusiasm.  I rubbed my thumb over the
material while inserting two fingers under the leg band.

   "Nice," I said, "very nice." My fingers found the cleft of her cunt. 
Heat and moisture emanated from it like a bayou swamp.  I returned my gaze
to her face and stared into those mysterious dark eyes again.

   I was so taken by her beauty, and so wanted to catch another glimpse of
her sexy tongue, that I must have leaned closer.  Then I saw it--that moist
pink tip moving hypnotically toward me.  Suddenly Nikki's hand was behind
my head, pulling my face to hers.  Her tongue split my lips and began to
dance around.  I groaned and flipped my hand over inside her panties,
tracing the thin crease of her cooze with my index finger while finding her
love button with my thumb.  She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs,
allowing me unfettered access to her adolescent charms.  I slid my finger
through her damp folds, then up into her tight teenage hole.

   She jerked her mouth away from mine.  "Fuck me, Sam!  Fuck me now!" She
yanked my sweatpants away from my stomach, grabbed my prick, and squeezed
it in her tiny fist.  She rubbed the pre-cum over my cockhead with her
thumb while licking my face wildly.  "Oh, Sam, I want your cock.  I _need_
your cock.  I've needed it ever since the other night.  I was so jealous.
It wasn't fair that Kimmy got to fuck you while I had to frig myself in the
corner.  I wanted your cock in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass.  I wanted
it everywhere.  I couldn't sleep that night thinking about your big,
beautiful prick.  I hated the thought of Kimmy fucking you again.  I wanted
your cock in me.  I wanted it to be mine...all mine...just mine."

   She grabbed the neck of my undershirt with both hands and ripped it down
the middle.  Her right hand returned to my pecker as she tongued and sucked
my nipples.

   I pulled her off the couch and turned her around, so her knees were on
the carpet and her arms rested on the sofa.  With her ass pointed toward me
I squeezed her tight skirt up over her backside, ripped off her panties,
and licked the dark rosebud of her anus.  I slithered my tongue through the
slick folds of her pussy as I pulled down my sweats.  Grabbing my dick, I
spread my pre-cum between the thin lips of her hairless sex.  When she was
fully lubricated, I grabbed her hips and shoved my pecker into the deepest
recesses of her tight teenage charms.

   "Oh God!" she cried.  "Oh, Sam, it feels so good!  I've wanted it so
long!  Fuck me hard, Sam!  Fuck me!" Her ass rocked back into my groin as I
pounded her little hole with passion.  I had never felt anything so tight.
If I lasted five minutes between this Lolita's legs I figured I'd be doing
well.

   As my cock delved deeper into Nikki's clenching twat, I slid her
spaghetti straps off her shoulders and cupped her tiny boobs from behind.

   "Yes, Sam, play with my titties.  Pinch them!  Fuck me harder!  Deeper!
Faster!  Fuck me, Sam!  Fuck meeee!"

   I was pummeling this little girl's cunt as hard and as deep and as fast
as I could, and she still wanted more.  She was some kind of sex freak, a
fourteen-year-old nympho.  As I slammed my prick up her twat, I slid my
thumb into her asshole.  That seemed to spur her on even more.  She jammed
her butt back harder, slapping it against my groin.  My balls bouncing off
the backs of her thighs suddenly felt tender.  She reached between her legs
and squeezed them gently, and her slender brown body began to tremble.

   "Oh God, cum with me, Sam!  Shoot your sperm inside me!  I'd love it in
my ass and mouth too, but right now I need it in my pussy.  Shoot it up me
as far as it'll go.  Make me a baby, Sam.  I want your bay-beeee!"

   I gripped her ass cheeks and buried my cock inside her.  An earthquake
rattled down my spine, and I felt my seed blast into her womb.

   "I can feel it, Sam!" she cried.  "I can _feel_ it!"

   I gave her my best short strokes, pumping hard jets of jism up her
hungry sucking twat.  She exploded, head thrashing, body convulsing, cunt
muscles twisting around my spurting rod.

   "Yes!" she screamed, pounding herself back harder onto my bone.  "Fuck
me!  Fuck me!  Fuck meeee!"

   I knew this little girl could cum from watching her masturbate the other
night, but I'd never witnessed such a violent orgasm as she was having now.
She pummeled my dick for a good two minutes before finally collapsing onto
her arms.

   After she returned to Earth, she slipped her cunt off my cock and sat on
the carpet in front of me.  I was still on my knees, watching the flow of
thick white cream drool from between her puffy labia.  She grabbed my cock
and pulled me forward.  She brought the head to her left nipple and milked
it until a tiny pearl of white fluid dribbled out and coated her little
brown tip.  She repeated the same procedure on her other boob, and then
engulfed my cock in her mouth, squeezing the remaining cum from it with her
fist and cleaning her fragrant juices off with her tongue.  When she was
finished, she sank back against the couch and regarded me with lustful
eyes. I leaned over and stuck my tongue in her mouth to share the exotic
flavor of our combined sex liquids.  With her hand behind my head, she
urged me down toward her breasts.

   "Lick my titties, Sam.  Please?"

   The two droplets of cum were still clinging to her nipples.  I hesitated
for a moment, then thought, _What the hell!_ I licked the jism off her
boobs, then sucked each into my mouth in turn, grazing my teeth over the
nipples and biting down softly.

   Nikki cradled my head against her chest.  "Did you like that dirty talk
while we were fucking, Sam?"

   "Mm-hmm," I said around the tiny mound of tit-flesh.

   "Did you especially like the part about the babies?" Nikki broke into a
fit of giggles.

   With a cosmic jolt I suddenly remembered the tender age of this young
girl I had just ravished.  "Mm-hmm," I moaned again, more hesitantly this
time.

   Nikki breathed out a long dreamy sigh.  "I really like it when you suck
my titties, Sam." She combed her slender fingers through my hair.  "How
long do you think it'll be before you can fuck me again?"

   "Mmphhh!" I moaned.

   ***

   Fifteen minutes later, I was still sucking Nikki's baby boobs.

   "That feels so good, Sam," she purred.  "Know what else I like?"

   I lifted my face from her chest.  "No, what?"

   She yanked my head back down, plopping her nipple into my mouth. 
"Getting my pussy licked.  I've only ever had it done by a girl, but I
really got into it that time."

   I cringed, remembering the massive creampie I'd just deposited between
her legs.

   "Sam?"

   "Mmm?"

   "Will you lick my pussy?  Please?" Her nipple turned into a pencil tip
in my mouth.  I wasn't looking forward to this, but how could I refuse?

   I drew back from her breast, pulled her top off over her head, peeled
her mini-skirt down her hips, and gave her a sloppy French kiss, drilling
my tongue down her throat.  I licked her neck and shoulders, then dragged
my tongue down her chest and over her taut brown abdomen until I reached
her belly button.  I sucked on the diamond stud there for a few seconds
before continuing my downward trek.  When I arrived at her cum-soaked
honey-pot, I raised my face slightly to examine it.  Her thin pussy lips
were puffy and swollen, and large globs of thick white cream drooled from
her inner folds.  I tried to move some of the goo off her clit with my
finger, figuring if I was careful I could just nibble on her little love
button and maybe sink a couple of fingers up her well-used hole.

   I had just nicely pressed my tongue against her clit when she grabbed my
head and jammed my face hard into her cooze.  She started grinding her hips
up and down, and I had all I could do to keep my tongue extended as it
slathered through her sloppy slit.  I had never been used like this in my
life.

   As Nikki fucked her creamy cunt-lips on my tongue, I reached behind her
and eased my cum-covered finger into her ass.  Her sphincter clenched
around the first knuckle, and then relaxed to accept the full length.

   "Suck me!" she barked, screwing my head tighter into her pussy.

   I hate to admit it, but I was getting a bit frightened of this young
girl.  She seemed to be losing control, undergoing a startling personality
change.

   I poked my tongue tentatively into her tiny gash and gathered up a small
sample of the mixture that was frothing up there.  It didn't taste too bad,
so I covered her entire cunt with my mouth and started sucking like my life
was on the line.  Her hips bucked up into my face and she yelled, "Yes,
that's it!  Lick my cunt!  Eat your cum out of my sloppy hole, you perv!"

   I didn't like that last part, but the rest of her filthy words drove me
mad.  I slurped my tongue up and down her tangy twat, sucking up her nectar
and my own pungent cream while reaming her asshole with my finger.  I got
the thumb of my other hand onto her clit and strummed it frantically as I
lapped up our blended juices and punched my finger up her butt.

   "Oh shit!" she grunted through clenched teeth.  She fucked her slender
hips up harder, and her orgasm crashed like a hurricane through her lithe
frame.  She jerked down on my head again, pulling it even deeper into her
spasming twat.  She shivered one last time and went limp.

   I was still prodding her clit with the tip of my tongue when she
released her death-grip on my head.  Free at last!  I thought.  I scrambled
onto my feet and said in a menacing tone, "Your turn, cunt!" I flipped her
around, onto her knees again, with her arms on the sofa and her rear end
facing me.  I pressed my prick against her puckered anus and plunged it a
full eight inches up her tight young tush.

   "Oh God!" she screamed.

   There was little lubrication but I didn't care.  She'd had her way with
me, forced me to eat my own spunk, and now I was going to return the favor.
As I pounded my meat up her tight channel, I reached around and stuck the
finger that had been in her ass into her mouth.  "Suck it!" I yelled.

   Nikki gagged and tried to spit it out, but I jammed it in farther until
her lips tightened around it.  Her tongue started lapping it, and I knew
she was appreciating the exotic flavor of her own anal juices.

   "That's better," I said, fucking my finger in and out of her face.

   Her anal ring was clenching my dick like a tiny fist, the tender inner
flesh clinging to my pole each time I pulled it from her butt.  I grasped
her hips and slammed my prick into her harder, and her head began thrashing
around amid a symphony of moans.

   I started to feel guilty, and was about to reach around to frig her
clit, but then changed my mind.  She didn't deserve any pleasure from this,
I thought, and I proceeded to rape her ass even more ferociously than
before.

   Feeling the cum boiling up in my balls, I yanked my dick from her butt,
grabbed her by the hair, and spun her around.  She nearly fell face-first
to the carpet, but at the last second I caught her under the chin.  I tried
to feed her my cock but she glued her lips together, refusing me entry. 
Her eyes were clamped shut as I rubbed my drooling prickhead all over her
face.  I released her chin and pinched her nostrils, and when her mouth
popped open I jammed my dick down her throat.  Her eyes watered and she
started to gag.  I withdrew my tool a few inches, then plunged it back in.
This time her throat muscles seemed to relax and she looked more
comfortable swallowing my length.

   "Suck me, cunt!" I screamed.  "And if you bite me I'll fucking kill
you!" I was shocked to hear the words come from my mouth.  They were
completely out of character.

   I gripped Nikki's head and fucked my bone down her gullet, her lips
stretched in an obscene circle around my meat.  I had never fucked the face
of a girl this beautiful, and before long my climax hit me like a runaway
train.

   "Eat my cum, bitch!" I yelled.  I plunged my prick down her throat and
ground my pubic hairs on her nose.  My cock throbbed and spunk exploded
from my nuts like a rocket from a silo, gushing down her throat and
straight into her stomach.  She guzzled my cream like it was honey,
spluttering at the copious volume coursing down her neck.  I flexed my ass
cheeks and with short quick strokes pumped her face so full of sperm that
tiny rivulets began to run from her mouth and trickle down her chin.  When
I was completely drained I fell back on the carpet and whacked my head on
the leg of a coffee table.

   I was rubbing my scalp and groaning when Nikki lay in my arms and
wrapped one thin brown leg over mine.  I opened my eyes and saw the cum
smeared around her mouth and chin.  She looked ravishing and sensual as she
licked my fluids from her lips.

   "Thanks, Sam.  I really like rape games."

   _Rape games!_ My head was thumping, and a brushfire scorched my cheeks.
I hadn't been playing any fucking games.

   "I really liked getting my ass fucked, too," she said, twirling her
finger in my chest hair.  "Sometimes I think I like it better there than in
my pussy."

   I looked at her with what I'm sure was a mask of incredulity.  I had
thought she was a virgin, but here she was telling me, like a veteran of
the sex wars, that she preferred anal intercourse over vaginal.  Thinking
back on it, I couldn't remember meeting any resistance when I jammed my
cock up her twat.  Granted, it had been tight--the tightest pussy I'd ever
been in--but I hadn't felt her cherry pop.

   I obviously had a lot to learn about little Nikita.

   ***

   We were still lying in each other's arms, stroking each other's bodies,
when I looked at my watch.  "Shit, Nikki.  It's seven o'clock.  When are
your parents expecting you home?"

   A smirk crawled onto her face.  "They aren't.  I told them I was staying
at my friend Megan's.  Megan knows how to cover for me.  I kind of had an
idea we might . . .  you know, get together."

   I stared into the beautiful woman-child face of this devious little
vixen.  My cock twitched at the promise of another round of hot sex with
her thin schoolgirl frame.  But I was completely spent.  It would be at
least two hours before I could get it up again.  _She probably wants me to
eat her asshole now_, I thought, grimacing.  I lifted her leg off mine. 
"Come on.  Let's go."

   She sat up.  "Where?"

   "We'll get something to eat, and then I've got an idea.  Go fix yourself
up."

   She grabbed her clothes and went upstairs to the bathroom.  I changed in
the bedroom into a white oxford shirt, gray hound's-tooth jacket, and black
dress slacks.  Twenty minutes later Nikki emerged, her hair and make-up
perfectly repaired, her bosom restuffed with tissue.  Once again she looked
like a twenty-something model.

   "My panties..." she said, a worried expression on her face.

   A twinge of guilt bit my brain.  "I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow. 
Just keep your legs together.  I'm sure no one will notice."

   We walked out the back door and sneaked around to my car in the
driveway. The last thing I needed was for Kimmy to see us, especially with
the way Nikki looked.

   On the road, Nikki told me she wanted a burger, so I stopped at a
fast-food joint and bought two meals through the take-out window.  We
devoured our food as I drove.  All the raunchy sex had given us monstrous
appetites.

   "Where are we going?" Nikki asked, dabbing her mouth with a napkin.

   "Out to the airport.  There's a bar there where I thought we could have
a few drinks."

   She rubbed her hands together excitedly.  "Goody!"

   I wanted to test Nikki's mature appearance in an objective environment,
but I didn't want to bump into anyone I knew.  The airport hotel was off
the beaten track, usually full of out-of-town business travelers.

   We were still twenty minutes away when Nikki finished her food and
decided she wanted a sperm sundae.  She unzipped my fly, pulled out my
wilted dick, and tried to resurrect it with her mouth.  As she sucked, I
reached under her skirt and fingered her healthy cunt.

   A trucker in a big rig pulled alongside us and stared down in disbelief.
He smiled at me and gave me a big thumbs-up.  I squeezed Nikki's skirt up
over her backside to offer him a view of her naked teenage ass.  He blew
his air-horn in appreciation, and Nikki nearly choked on my cock.

   "What was _that_?" she said.

   "Traffic," I lied.  "It's getting heavier." With my hand on her head I
urged her sweet lips back down to my bone.

   Nikki sucked me for the entire twenty minutes, but I couldn't cum.  As
we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I finally managed to produce a few
weak shots of sperm.  She opened her mouth and showed me the goo on her
tongue, then swished it around and swallowed.  "You know, Sam, your cum
tastes really good." She patted the smirk on her lips with a napkin.

   I gave her my own lecherous grin.  "That's good, because there's lots
more where that came from."

   We climbed out of the car and went into the bar.  The center of the room
was set up with numerous round tables.  Several smaller, elevated ones with
high barstools sat against the walls.  I chose a tall table with a good
view of the rest of the lounge.

   Nikki stepped onto the rung of her barstool and hiked herself into her
seat.  She tugged at the hem of her skirt and clamped her legs together,
trying to conceal her slit.

   The crowd in the bar was thin.  Being a Saturday night, I assumed most
of the travelers had flown home for the weekend.  At a couple of tables a
few men and women sat swapping war stories.  One fortyish-looking gentleman
was sitting alone at a table facing us.  He stared at Nikki, then at me,
then at Nikki again as he sipped his cocktail.

   The waitress came over, a good-looking stacked blonde in a short
miniskirt, though not nearly as short as Nikki's.  "What'll it be tonight?"
she asked, giving us a store-bought smile and eyeing Nikki.

   "Two Margaritas, please," I said.  I pulled a fifty from my wallet and
handed it to her.

   The waitress scratched our order onto a cocktail napkin, continuing to
size up Nikki.  My heart crawled into my throat.  I was afraid she was
going to ask for ID.  For a second she looked like she wanted to say
something, but then seemed to think better of it and walked away.  A few
minutes later she returned with our drinks and my change.  I tipped her
generously, and Nikki and I took a sip of our Margaritas.  Nikki's face
scrunched up and a shiver rippled down her spine.

   "Nikki," I whispered, "don't make faces."

   She looked at me with her big brown eyes.  "Sorry, Sam."

   We were on our third Margarita when I noticed Nikki's eyes seemed a
little glazed.  She obviously wasn't used to drinking alcohol.  It must
have slipped her mind that she'd lost her panties, because she kept
crossing and uncrossing her legs.  On more than one occasion I saw the man
across from us staring dreamily at a point somewhere between her thighs.  I
think she noticed him, too, because occasionally she would stick out her
tongue and lick the salt from the rim of her glass in a display far more
elaborate than was necessary.  Also, more than once, I saw her work her
mouth up and down the straw as if she were giving it a little blowjob. 
Several of the other male patrons noticed as well, and I saw a few of them
nudge their buddies to have a look.

   I finished my Margarita and gave the waitress the high sign for two
more. I pushed the change from the fifty toward Nikki.  "Give the waitress
a five-dollar tip when she brings the drinks.  I have to go to the
washroom. Stay put...and be good."

   Nikki nodded.

   I went to the men's room and stood at the urinal at the far end.  As I
peed, I noticed a condom machine on the wall, and stuck a few singles in
it. No point in taking any more chances, I thought.

   As I squeezed the last bit of fluid from my bladder, the washroom door
opened and in walked the lonely business traveler.  He stepped up to a
urinal three down from me and unzipped his fly.  He cleared his throat and
said, "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but your wife is very
beautiful."

   I gave him a polite smile.  "She's not my wife, but thank you anyway."

   "Oh?  Girlfriend?"

   "She's not my girlfriend, either." I shook the last few drops of urine
from my pecker.

   "She's not your daughter, is she?"

   I zipped up and walked toward the sinks.  "Nope, not my daughter,
either." I was starting to get irritated by his intrusive line of
questioning.

   The man finished his business and came over to the sink beside mine. 
"You're not her . . .  you know, her manager, are you?"

   I stared into the mirror at him, trying to understand what he was
talking about.  Then it hit me.  I decided to play along.  "Why do you want
to know?"

   The guy blushed.  "I just thought that if you were her, uh, manager, you
could maybe see if she wants to . . .  you know, come to a party."

   I regarded him, narrow-eyed.  "And do you have enough money to pay for
her performance." I was trying to be careful with my words in case he was a
cop.

   He pulled out his wallet and thumbed through a wad of hundreds.  "How
much is enough?"

   "Five hundred," I said without hesitation.

   "_Five hundred?_ Wow, that's a lot."

   "Actually, it's quite reasonable.  She's only fourteen.  When was the
last time you partied with a fourteen-year-old?"

   "_Fourteen!_" His eyes bulged out.  "Geez, she looks twenty-one.  I
don't know..." He worried his fingers back through his thinning hair. 
"Fourteen...geez..."

   "If it'd hurt less, I can fax you a receipt later, say for a $500 Palm
Pilot." I can't explain my motivation for trying to clinch this deal.  I
knew I was walking a fine line.

   The pudgy man's eyes lit up.  He pulled five crisp bills from his wallet
and handed them to me.  "Room 1017," he said.

   "1017," I repeated, counting the money.  I stuffed it in my jacket
pocket.  "She'll be up within the half-hour." He looked at me for a moment
suspiciously, then walked out the door.  I slapped cold water onto my face
and stared into the mirror.  "Christ, Sam, what are you doing?" How I could
convince Nikki to go along with this.

   I dried off and walked out of the washroom and back to our table.  The
lonely business traveler was nowhere in sight, probably retired to his
room, I thought.  During my absence Nikki had managed to attract the eye of
every male patron in the place, and she was obviously loving it.  All the
female customers were gone, and Nikki's pussy was almost completely
exposed, winking at every man there.  I sat across from her and constructed
my opening gambit.

   "Those clothes of yours must cost a bundle," I said, stirring my straw
in my fresh drink.

   "They sure do," Nikki said.  Her glass was nearly empty.  "That's why I
don't have too many.  I don't make much babysitting."

   "Have you thought about getting a part-time job?"

   She breathed out an exasperated sigh.  "I babysit as much as I can, but
I'm too young to get any real work.  McDonald's won't even hire me until
I'm fifteen.  I wish I had more money because I really love buying nice
things." A pout darkened her pretty face.

   "Well..." I drew the word out slowly.  "What if I told you you could
earn three hundred bucks tonight in an hour?"

   Her eyes lit up like sparklers.  "Three hundred dollars!  How in the
world could I do that?"

   "You know the guy that was sitting over there?" I nodded toward the
lonely business traveler's old table.  "He's willing to pay you three
hundred if you'll, uh, keep him company for an hour or so."

   "Oh," Nikki said, mulling over my words.  After several long seconds she
whispered, "You mean fuck him?"

   I nodded.

   "And suck him?"

   Another nod.

   Her eyes opened wide.  "No way!"

   Shit!  That was that.  Shot down.  I didn't look forward to going to
room 1017 to give the guy his money back and tell him my girl wouldn't
screw him.

   Nikki reached over and placed her hand on mine.  She smiled.  "When do I
start?"

   I beamed at her proudly.

   I drained my drink and led her out of the bar and into the hotel lobby.
On the way to the elevators I issued last-minute instructions.  "He's in
room 1017.  Knock on the door.  If he asks who it is, tell him it's...oh, I
don't know, Lolita.  Whatever you do, don't give him your real name.  He
already knows how old you are, so don't feel you have to act older.  He
paid me in advance so you don't have to worry about that.  I'll give you
your money when you're done."

   Nikki shot me a smart-ass smirk.  "You were awfully sure of yourself,
weren't you, Sam?"

   My cheeks flushed.  "Not really.  Here, take these." I pulled the four
condoms from my jacket pocket.  "Make sure he wears one whether you're
fucking him or sucking him.  You might have to put them on him.  Can you
handle that?"

   "I think so."

   "Good.  Whatever you do, don't give him your phone number...or mine.  If
he wants to see you again, ask him for a business card and tell him to
write down all the Saturdays he'll be in town.  Tell him you only work
Saturdays, and only at this hotel.  Got it?"

   Nikki nodded.

   "Good.  I'll meet you in the bar when you're through.  And remember, as
soon as he cums the party's over.  Most girls try to get their johns off in
their mouths, right off the bat."

   "Johns?" Nikki said.

   "Uh, customers."

   "Oh."

   "After he cums, if you want to clean up, ask if you can use the shower.
Then get your cute little butt back downstairs."

   The elevator door opened and we got off.  I patted Nikki's rear as we
arrived at room 1017.  "Break a leg, kid," I whispered, and headed back to
the elevator.  As I boarded it, I saw Nikki knock on the door and smooth
her black leather miniskirt.  As the elevator doors closed, the door to
room 1017 opened.

   I went back to the bar and sipped on another couple of Margaritas while
waiting for Nikki to finish her trick.  I had to be careful; if I'd counted
right I was on my fifth drink and I still had a forty-minute drive home.

   Three-quarters of an hour later Nikki returned.  She smiled at me as she
sauntered to the table, again attracting the attention of every male eye
and cock in the place.

   "How did it go?" I asked.

   "I'll tell you in the car." She grabbed my hand and hauled me to my
feet. As we headed for the exit, I gave her ass a little squeeze for the
voyeuristic pleasure of the boys in the bar.  A couple of low groans
rumbled through the place as we walked out the door.

   ***

   As soon as we were on the road I said, "So what happened?" I wanted to
hear every gory detail.

   "Well," Nikki said, "he was in his boxer shorts when I got there.  He
poured me a glass of wine and sat beside me on the bed."

   "Yeah, then what?"

   "He leaned over and started kissing my cheek."

   Damn!  I'd forgotten to tell her no kissing.  "And?"

   "He put his hand on my thigh and inched it up under my skirt.  He ran
his finger through my slit a few times, then he started French-kissing me."
Nikki's eyes went dreamy.  "While his tongue was in my mouth, I reached
down and squeezed his cock through his shorts.  He moaned, and then he
stood up and took off his boxers.  He had a nice cock, Sam--not as long as
yours, but thick.  He asked if he could eat my pussy, and I said sure.  So
he laid me on the bed and pulled up my skirt.  Then he laid down too, kind
of opposite me, with his face near my pussy and his cock by my head.  He
fingered my slit, saying, 'So pretty, so pretty,' and then started to lick
it.  He was a pretty good pussy-eater, Sam.  He munched on my cunt for a
few minutes, then got on his hands and knees so he could move his face
deeper into my crotch.  His cock was hanging down in front of me, so I
latched onto it with my lips.  I swirled my tongue around the knob, then
took him deep.  He started to moan again.  After a few minutes I was ready
to go off, so I clamped my legs around his neck and humped my pussy into
his face."

   While listening to Nikki's story I had unzipped my fly and was lazily
stroking my cock.  She leaned over and started working her lips up and down
it.

   "So did he cum in your mouth?" I asked.  I needed to hear the rest of
her story, even at the expense of missing a delicious blowjob.

   She raised her head and sat up again, replacing her mouth with her hand
around my bone.  "No, but I sure got off on his mouth.  After I came, he
climbed between my legs.  I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead he
Frenched me again, humping his cock against my thigh.  He wanted to see my
titties, so I asked if he'd like to do the honors.  His face lit up and he
slid my spaghetti straps off my shoulders and pulled my top down.  When he
saw the Kleenex there, he groaned and his cock jumped against my leg.  He
sucked on my titties for a few minutes, and I started getting hot again. 
You know how I like getting my titties sucked, Sam."

   "Uh huh," I said.  Nikki was still pulling on my bone, and I was rhyming
off baseball stats in my head to try to keep from cumming.

   "I yanked his head up," she said, "and stuck my tongue in his mouth and
wiggled it around.  I think that makes guys horny." A grin crinkled Nikki's
lips.

   _This kid has wisdom well beyond her years_, I thought, as Nikki's hand
brought me closer to the edge.

   "While we kissed, I could feel his cock nudging against my pussy, so I
looked into his eyes and said, 'Fuck me, Daddy.' I got that 'Daddy' part
from Kimmy the other night." Nikki's face beamed with accomplishment. 
"When he heard me say that, he pushed his cock inside me and started
pounding my pussy.  He was pretty good for an old guy.  He fucked me hard
for ten minutes or so, muttering, 'So tight, so tight.'

   "I started to cum again, and I grabbed his ass to pull him deeper.  His
butt-cheeks clenched, and he grunted and groaned and punched my pussy with
quick strokes.  We came together, thrashing around on the bed like a couple
of animals.  He stuck his tongue in my mouth one last time, said 'Thank
you,' and rolled off of me."

   "Ungghhh!" I grunted.  Nikki leaned over and captured my dick between
her lips as the first blast of semen rocketed from the tip.  She jacked me
off hard, sucking and swallowing my load.  I must have cum a quart, I was
so fucking horny after hearing her lurid tale.  I bucked up into her mouth
and nearly drove off the road.  As she coaxed the last few drops of semen
from my balls, I reached under her miniskirt and eased two fingers into her
hole.  I felt something slimy, and pulled my fingers out to examine them.

   "Jizz!" I said.  "You let him cum in your cunt!"

   Nikki lifted her face off my dick.  "But, Sam, I hate rubbers."

   "You dumb, dumb little girl.  Don't you know anything?"

   A pout spread like a dark fog across her face.

   "We could have squeezed him for another hundred to let him fuck you
without a condom."

   As understanding dawned, Nikki's pout transformed into a broad grin. 
"Ohhhh," she said.  Then: "By the way, Sam, where's my money?"

   "Oh, right." I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out the wad of hundreds.
I thumbed three of them onto the seat between us.

   "Where did you get the other two hundred?" Nikki asked.

   "That's my, uh, my agent's commission."

   "Forty per cent?  Isn't that a little high?"

   "Yeah, but out of that I have to buy our drinks, and I might have to
rent a room occasionally.  Besides, if we get caught you're a juvie and
you'll get off easy, but I'll probably wind up in jail."

   "Yeah," she said, her grin curling higher, "but you could already go to
jail just for fucking me.  After all, I'm only thirteen."

   "Thirteen!" I yelled.  I thought the little bitch was trying to extort
me for more cash.  "You can't be thirteen.  You're one grade behind Kimmy,
and Kimmy's fifteen."

   "Yeah, but I skipped grade three."

   Fuck!  She had me.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out another
hundred.

   "Thanks, Sam." She picked up the fresh bill, rolled it up with the other
three, and stuffed them down her top.  "I thought you'd see it my way." She
leaned back in her seat and stared out the windshield, a broad smile on her
face.  "Don't worry.  It'll be our little secret."

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 5: My Little Neighbor-Friend Kimmy, Part 1 (Mf, mast, MFf
fantasy)

   A week had passed since Laurie had left me.  The note said simply:

   Sam,

   Met somebody else.  See ya.

   Laurie

   And I knew damn well who the somebody else was.

   "Piss on her!" I yelled, and took another hard pull on my bottle of
tequila.  "Her cunt and ass are probably so stretched by now I wouldn't
want to fuck her anyway."

   Despite my brave words, deep down I knew the sad truth: that little girl
had taken my tender forty-year-old heart and had broken it in two, and that
was the reason I was lying around my living room in my underwear, drinking
tequila at ten o'clock on a Monday morning.  I hadn't been to the office in
a week.  Things would be suffering there, but I didn't care.

   I chugged down another mouthful of Cuervo and scraped my fingernail at
the encrusted cum Laurie's three studs had so generously left all over my
sofa.

   "The dirty stinking slut!" I spat out the words like sour milk.  A hot
memory flashed through my brain of Laurie on the couch with all three of
her holes plugged with thick teenage cocks.  Anger spewed up in my throat
like thick, putrid bile.  If I had owned a gun I would have shot somebody.

   My anger was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell.  I stumbled toward
the front foyer, struggling to thread my arms into the sleeves of my robe.
_Who could that be?_ I wondered, hoping beyond hope that it was Laurie
finally come to her senses.  I peered through the peephole and saw Kimmy,
my little fifteen-year-old neighbor.  I opened the door and was greeted by
a furnace blast of hot, steamy air.

   "Hi Kimmy," I said, mustering as much enthusiasm as I could in my
depressed and semi-intoxicated state.

   "Hi Sam.  It's so hot out, I thought I'd see if the pool is still open.
Is Laurie home?"

   Kimmy and Laurie had struck up quite a friendship in the short time
Laurie had lived with me.  Laurie was like the big sister Kimmy never had.

   "No, Kimmy..." I said, struggling with the words.  "Laurie doesn't live
here anymore."

   Shock washed over her little face.

   "She moved out a week ago," I said.

   Tears welled in Kimmy's eyes.  "Oh...I guess I'll go home then."

   She turned to leave.

   "Just because Laurie's not here, Kimmy, that doesn't mean you can't use
the pool."

   She turned around again and managed a brave little smile.  "Thanks,
Sam." She brushed a tear from her cheek.  "Is it okay if I go back now?"

   "Anytime you want.  The gate's open."

   As Kimmy walked away, rational thought returned to my booze-addled
brain. "No school today?" I asked.

   Kimmy stopped.  "No, it's a PD day.  Thanks again, Sam."

   Kimmy was such a petite little thing-no more than five feet tall and
maybe a hundred pounds.  She was wearing a yellow buttoned shirt with the
tails tied in a big knot above her midriff, just below where her breasts
would someday grow.  Right now she was flat as a pancake.  Her little face
was cute and dotted with pale sun-freckles, her shoulder-length hair
bleached to a dirty blonde by the summer's hot sun.  A soft swell of
buttocks peeked out the back leg holes of her denim shorts.  A pair of
sandals with a bit of a heel caused her little butt to wiggle provocatively
as she started her turn around the house.  She was going to make a nice
tight package for some lucky boy one day.

   I called out, "Is it okay if I join you, Kimmy?"

   She flashed me a smile.  "Sure."

   I closed the door and went upstairs.  From my bedroom window I watched
her undress.  She untied the knot at her belly and shrugged the shirt off
her shoulders.  Under it she was wearing a pink string-bikini.  Noticing a
bit of cleavage, I suddenly felt bad that I'd short-shrifted the kid--she
wasn't flat at all; she had just enough for a mouthful.

   As she wriggled out of her shorts, I saw that her bikini bottom had
wedged up the crack of her bum, revealing two small but perfect white
globes.  My cock twitched as she tugged the material out of the inviting
crevice and jumped into the pool.

   I chuckled to myself.  "Sam you dirty old man." I was amazed at having
erotic thoughts about this little teenybopper.  My, to what depths I had
sunk.

   I reached into my dresser drawer for my boxer trunks, and then noticed
my black Speedo.  What the hell, I thought.  I pulled the Speedo on and
checked myself in the mirror.  "Lookin' good, Sam." I yanked a gray hair
from my chest and gazed down at my crotch.  The bulge was noticeable, but
it didn't look obscene.  Satisfied, I went to the bathroom to brush my
teeth and gargle.  I didn't want the kid to smell booze on my breath this
early in the morning and think I was some kind of drunk.

   Preparations finished, I bounded down the stairs toward the patio door.
I was really looking forward to spending some time with my little
neighbor-friend.  I slid the door open and paused, not wanting Kimmy to see
how excited I was and perhaps get the wrong impression.  The scorching heat
assaulted me in waves.  My head began to throb and nausea washed through
me. It was late September, but we were experiencing the hottest Indian
summer on record.

   Kimmy had finished her swim and was lying facedown on a flattened lounge
chair, her cute little butt poking up in the air.  I had to get in the
water soon or die.  Foregoing pleasantries, I jumped headfirst into the
pool.  The cool water slapped me like an Arctic breeze, and the pain in my
temples immediately began to subside.  I held my head under for a few
seconds, then started swimming laps.  I'm a fair swimmer, and I knew that
Kimmy would get a good view of my tight ass in my Speedo if she cared to
look.  Once or twice I glanced over and thought I caught her sneaking a
peek.

   After tiring myself out, I climbed out of the pool and sat in the
lounger beside Kimmy's.  She was still on her belly, her shoulders turning
pink.

   "Kimmy," I said, "I think you're starting to burn."

   She twisted her head around to look at her shoulders.  "Could you put
some sunscreen on me, Sam?"

   "Sure thing, kiddo."

   I grabbed the tube from under her lounger and squirted the cool cream
into my palms.  I started at her ankles and worked my way up, spending
several long minutes spreading the lotion on the backs and outsides of her
legs before moving up to the silky flesh of her inner thighs.  I took my
time there, getting an even application over all her exposed areas.  When I
rubbed my fingers deep between her legs, they nudged the crotch of her
bikini bottom.  My cock twitched and an uncomfortable pressure began to
build under my Speedo.

   After finishing Kimmy's thighs, I lifted my leg over her chair to
straddle her so I could get at her back and shoulders.  In my
semi-inebriated state I lost my balance and started to fall.  At the last
second I caught myself with my hands on her chair, but not before my prick
jammed into her small round backside.

   "Sorry, Kimmy," I said, embarrassed.  "I lost my balance."

   She looked at me over her shoulder.  "That's okay, Sam.  Are you all
right?" Her eyes strayed down to where my cock was saying hello to her ass.

   "Fine," I said.  Nothing hurt except my pride.

   I rose to my feet and squirted more cream into my hands.  I lathered
them together and worked the thick lotion over Kimmy's shoulders and back.
Each time I did, my fingers caught the string of her bikini.  Suddenly
Kimmy reached behind her, untied the bow, and peeled the sides of her top
down.  She flashed me a grin.  "There you go, Sam." Seeing the creamy
swells of her baby boobs hugging the lounger, my cock twitched again and a
low groan rumbled from my throat.

   Kimmy looked at me with concern.  "Are you sure you're okay, Sam?"

   A slow burn started in my cheeks and melted down my neck.  She was
staring at my spasming dick.  "Fine," I said, choking out the word.

   I continued applying lotion to Kimmy's back while thinking about what a
sweet kid she was...and responsible, too.

   Kimmy's mother worked for a big high-tech firm in town.  I wasn't sure
what her job was, but I knew she traveled extensively around the world. 
She flew out on Sundays and returned home Fridays, leaving Kimmy to care
for herself during the week: cooking her own meals, doing the laundry,
getting herself ready for school each morning.  The kid was responsible
beyond her years.  And the amazing thing was, Kimmy had been doing this
since she was eleven.

   She had told Laurie and me that her mother and father divorced when she
was quite young.  She never mentioned her father again after that.

   Her mother was an attractive older woman.  When I say older I mean
mid-thirties.  Too old for me, anyway.  She always dressed in conservative
business suits which hid too many of her charms for my liking.  But what I
had seen of her body looked nice.  She was quite voluptuous and sometimes
wore a blouse with a lower neckline, displaying an ample amount of
cleavage. Her ass was round and full, and her legs long and tanned, at
least up to a couple of inches above her knees.  I had never seen her in a
skirt shorter than that.  She had light-brown hair--curly and about the
same length as Kimmy's--and pouty lips, the kind I like wrapped around my
cock.

   As I kneaded Kimmy's back, occasionally straying down to the soft flesh
at her sides, I closed my eyes and pictured her mother.  She was dressed in
her usual business attire.  As I watched, she removed her jacket and slowly
undid the buttons of her blouse.  She slid the blouse off her shoulders
revealing a lacy white bra, her large breasts stretching its frilly fabric
to the limits.  Locking her eyes with mine, she unclasped the bra and let
it fall away.  Her breasts were creamy, with dark-pink nipples and large
areolas dotted with tiny pinprick bumps.  As she unzipped her skirt, the
tip of her tongue peeked out from her mouth and dabbed at her lips.  My
cock gave an electric lurch.

   She stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, and I saw she was wearing a
white garter belt with no panties.  I stared at the juncture of her thighs
and examined her neatly trimmed bush.  She spread her legs to afford me a
better view, her plump lips glistening with a few tiny beads of love dew.
She turned around and bent over, and those ripe lips puffed out into my
face.

   ***

   Waking from my trance, I saw that my hands had drifted from Kimmy's back
down to the soft side-swells of her titties.  My fingers were almost wedged
between Kimmy and the lounger trying to cup those baby boobs.  Kimmy untied
the string of her bikini bottom and pulled the material aside, exposing her
beautiful ass.  "Don't forgot my bum, Sam," she said, smiling sweetly at me
over her shoulder.

   Half-dazed, I squeezed more lotion onto my hands and placed my palms on
her soft butt-cheeks.  Kimmy jumped...and I froze.  I suddenly realized I
had made a serious _faux pas_, letting this go on for far too long and
allowing it to get too far out of hand.

   "Cold," Kimmy said, grinning.  "Brrrrr!" She shivered, her eyes creeping
down to where my hands were splayed across her wonderful teenage ass.

   I had forgotten to warm the cream up, that was all.  Whew!

   As I massaged the lotion into Kimmy's backside, I closed my eyes and
re-entered my dream state.  Both Kimmy and her mother were there now.  They
were naked, but Kimmy's back was to me, showing me only the pale cheeks of
her round bottom.  Her mother turned her around, but Kimmy crossed her
hands over her breasts and closed her legs, impeding my view of her
virginal mound.  The woman pulled the girl's hands away, and I saw a
beautiful pair of small white titties topped with tiny pale-pink areolas.
Kimmy's mother spread her daughter's legs, and I received an unobstructed
view of her sweet adolescent cunt.  It was perfect, completely symmetrical,
with very thin labia and just a few sparse hairs.

   The two of them walked over to where I was lying, my cock pointing eight
inches in the air.  Kimmy ogled my boner as her mother kneeled beside me
and took my prick into her mouth.  She bobbed her head up and down on it,
leaving a gooey red lipstick trail.  When she licked my pee-slit to collect
my pre-cum, I noticed the pearl stud in her tongue, and understood why her
mouth had felt so good running up and down my dick.

   Kimmy's eyes were riveted to her mother.  I reached out and pulled the
girl toward me.  With my hand behind her head, I coaxed her cute face down
to mine and gave her a soft kiss.  I teased her lips with the tip of my
tongue, and instinctively she opened her mouth and her shy little tongue
came out to meet mine.  We licked each other for a minute while I caressed
the cheeks of her small, soft ass.  Then I shoved my tongue all the way
into her mouth and swirled it around.

   With my dick still between her lips, Kimmy's mother reached over and
tugged on her daughter's arm.  Kimmy broke off our kiss, and her mother
removed her mouth from my prick and placed her hand behind Kimmy's head,
urging her down.  With her mother grasping my shaft, Kimmy dabbed her
tongue in my pre-cum, then returned it to her mouth.  "Mmm, good," she
said, giggling.

   Kimmy took my prick in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and
down on it, as she had seen her mother do earlier.  While the little girl
gave me her first blowjob, her mother lay down in my arms.  She kissed my
cheek and curled her fingers in my chest hair as she watched her offspring
take more and more of my thick meat into her young gullet.  She traced her
tongue inside my ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck Kimmy, Sam." She
moved her lips to my face and planted little kisses there.  "I want you to
be her first." When she drove her tongue into my mouth, I nearly blew my
nuts down her little girl's throat.

   She moved back down to where her daughter was munching on my bone and
lifted the girl to her feet.  She dipped her head down and gave Kimmy's
pussy a quick swipe with her tongue, causing Kimmy to shiver.  Her mother
led her up to my head and had her straddle my face.

   "Would you like a little taste, Sam?" she asked, a mischievous gleam
twinkling in her eyes.

   "Yes, please!" I said, a little too excitedly.  My prick twitched at the
thought of being the first man to shove his tongue up this little girl's
cunt.

   Kimmy's mother placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders and forced
her lower while I reached up and pulled the girl's slim hips down to me.  I
saw a few drops of pubescent love-dew dripping from her inner folds onto
the thin lips of her labia.  I placed my mouth over her tiny twat and
worked my tongue through it, then vibrated it on her clit.  I tried nudging
it into her tight fuckhole, but I could only insert it about half an inch.
This was going to be impossible.  I wondered how I would ever fit my
three-pound salami into her one-pound skin.

   As I stroked my tongue through her tasty folds, Kimmy's body began to
vibrate.  "Mommy, mommy," she whimpered.  Her baby cunt-lips clenched my
tongue as she ground her hips around on my face.  Her mother bent over and
stuck her tongue in the girl's mouth to further intensify this special
moment.

   For several long minutes Kimmy continued to tremble and shake.  When she
finally regained control, her mother lifted her off my mouth and led her
back down to my groin.  She lined Kimmy's twat up with my dick, then guided
the tip of my missile into the little girl's silo.

   "Mommy," Kimmy groaned, "it hurts."

   "It'll only hurt for a second, sweetie," her mother said, stroking her
daughter's hair.  "Then you'll feel the most wonderful things."

   As this touching scene played out before me, all I could think of was
plowing my big bone up this teenager's cunt.  Her mother managed to work
about two inches of my dick into Kimmy's hole before it nudged against her
hymen.  I grabbed her thin hips, and with a quick upward thrust shoved my
entire eight inches through the thin membrane and into her innermost
recesses.  Kimmy screamed and tried to scurry off my bone, but I held her
hips firm and started fucking her.  Slowly, the anguish disappeared from
her face, replaced by the unmistakable look of lust.  She started bouncing
up and down on my prick, her small hands planted on my chest, as she
impaled herself again and again.  Her cunt lips twisted my dick, pulling at
my crown each time she lifted up.  I moved my hands up and groped her baby
tits as her head thrashed around and she moaned and groaned and made little
animal noises deep in her throat.

   At the juncture of our sexes I noticed a few specks of blood on the
shaft of my prick.  Kimmy's mother leaned her head down and tried to lick
them off.  While dabbing her tongue at my pole, she rubbed her daughter's
clit, and Kimmy lost it.  She writhed around like a worm on a hook as I
pulled on her puffy nipples and her mother thrummed her baby nubbin.  My
stomach muscles tightened and I yanked her down hard onto my dick.

   "I'm cumming!" I yelled.

   Kimmy's mother jerked her daughter off me, dropped to her knees, and
gobbled my cock into her mouth.  The first spurt of splooge exploded from
the tip and straight into her throat.  She removed her lips and replaced
them with Kimmy's, and another salvo of scalding sex-juice blew out, this
time deep into the little girl's mouth.  Kimmy gulped hard trying to
swallow it, but some leaked from her lips and down my pole, causing her to
blow tiny sperm bubbles.  I continued spewing shot after heavy shot of
thick jizz into the little girl's mouth while gazing at her mother, who was
now strumming her own healthy cunt and driving two fingers deep into her
mouth.

   When my cock finally quit spurting, Kimmy continued gliding her head up
and down it, cupping my balls in her little hand.  Her mother sat down
beside her and they kissed again, swapping my love juice back and forth
between their hungry mouths.

   ***

   A strangled groan crawled out of my throat as I opened my eyes and
looked down to where I had started, what seemed like eons ago, applying
sunscreen to Kimmy's backside.  I was shocked to see two of my fingers
imbedded in the tight folds of her baby pussy.  Her face was pink and damp,
her little bum humping up and down to a frenetic beat.  I twisted my
fingers around in her tiny hole, and she shuddered and a high-pitched moan
jumped from her lips.  In seconds she was writhing in full-blown ecstasy.

   My dick was a column of titanium, the crown peeking up out the waistband
of my swimsuit.  Kimmy flipped over on the lounger, showing me her tiny
white titties and perfect hairless cunt.  When she saw my cockhead rearing
up out of my Speedo, she yanked my swimsuit down and started jerking me
off. My ass cheeks clenched, and I howled out a mad grunt as a blast of
semen exploded onto her little white titties and taut brown belly.  I fired
a second round, sending a thick rope of sperm up onto her face, dripping
toward her lips.  The pent-up cum continued to shoot from my prick,
completely coating her body with a thick, slimy layer of jizz.  Finally I
collapsed to my knees on the concrete deck, clutching her thin legs for
support.

   Kimmy examined her cum-drenched body with astonished eyes.  She massaged
my cock cream into her skin, then licked her lips to taste my special gift.

   I struggled to my feet and lifted her into my arms.  Carrying her
near-weightless frame into the house, I dipped my head down and gave her a
voracious tongue-kiss, sperm and all.

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 6: My Little Neighbor-Friend Kimmy, Part 2 (Mf, first, oral, nc
fantasy, anal)

   Halfway up the stairs to my bedroom I kissed Kimmy again, prying her
lips apart with my tongue.  When I squeezed the thin cheek of her ass, my
cock sprang to life once more.

   I laid her on the bed and admired her lithe young frame.  She was deeply
tanned except for the areas her bikini covered--her small white breasts and
creamy pubic area.  Her little face was cute and would be quite beautiful
when she grew up.  At that moment it was lobster-pink and beaded with tiny
droplets of perspiration.

   Kimmy licked her lips as I kneeled on the bed between her legs and ogled
her pussy.  It was perfect, just like in my dream, with ultra-thin labia
and hardly a hair in sight.  Her little clitoris stood erect and pink, and
she flinched when I touched it, then whimpered softly as I played my finger
over it.

   I lay on my stomach with my head above the juncture of her thighs and
cupped her tiny ass cheeks in my hands.  As my face dipped toward her
pussy, her body trembled, and then froze when my tongue slid between her
thin cunt lips.  I worked my tongue through her slit, lapping up the
sunscreen I'd deposited there earlier, and soon Kimmy began producing
sweet-tasting beads of little-girl love-nectar.  After a few minutes of
cunt-eating she relaxed and seemed more comfortable with the feel of a
man's mouth on her private parts.  I continued licking her thin crease
while squeezing her ass cheeks and rubbing my lip over her clit. 
Occasionally I took a long hard slurp up her pussy to suck up the juices
trickling out from deep inside her.

   I moved her legs up onto my shoulders, spread her pussy-lips with my
fingers, and stuck the tip of my tongue deep into her pubescent fuckhole.
She gasped and clenched her thighs around my neck, her hips rolling.  Soon
her nubile body began to quiver, and she emitted a shy moan as she ground
her pussy into my mouth.

   She was so damned cute.  I think she thought it ill-mannered of her to
succumb completely to her newfound lust.  She was trying to hold back, not
sure how to react.  My solution was simple: I fucked my tongue into her hot
little hole harder and quicker than before, while flying my finger over her
clit at the speed of hummingbird wings.  With my other hand I mauled her
baby breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples.  Through a chorus of
moans and groans, Kimmy started thrashing around like a drowning swimmer.
Her thighs seized my neck, and she grabbed my hair and yanked my head
deeper between her legs.  I slurped my tongue up and down her slit as her
body twisted and contorted on the bed in the second orgasm of her young
life.

   Finally she released my head and relaxed her thighs from around my neck.
I poked at her clit with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around it and gave
it one final suck.  Her body shivered with an aftershock, her thin fingers
tangling in my hair again.  I looked up and saw her staring at me, smiling.
Her face and upper torso were a deep shade of pink as she basked in the
afterglow of her little-girl orgasm.

   With her fingers still in my hair she urged me up her body.  I rose from
my prone position and lay on top of her.  She pulled my head down, wormed
her tongue between my lips, and licked the inside of my mouth.  From her
inexperienced actions I knew this was the first time she had ever kissed a
boy.  It didn't take her long to gain confidence, though.  Within a few
short minutes she was frenching me with a passion that sent caterpillars
crawling up my spine.

   My cock was nestled between her thighs, poking at the opening to her
little-girl hole.  I drew my lips back from hers and rose up.  She stared
at my hard eight-incher, then swabbed her fingers in my pre-cum and wiped
them on her tongue, showing me the thin film of goo.  She swallowed it and
smiled.

   She crooked her finger at me and pointed to her mouth.  I crawled toward
her until she was able to get at my cock.  Her lips wrapped around the
shaft, and she teased my crown with her tongue to the accompaniment of the
groans rumbling up from my throat.  Spurred on by my passion, she raised
her head off the pillow and slurped her mouth back and forth on my prick.
She looked a bit uncomfortable in that position, so I moved in closer,
allowing her to lay her head back down.  I started slowly pumping my rod in
and out of her pretty face, and she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me
closer.  Soon I was plowing my meat deep into her virgin mouth.  For a
little girl she learned quickly how to swallow cock, and after only a few
small gags she was able to take my full length down her tight young gullet.

   While I dearly wanted to cum down her throat, I felt it more important
to her sexual progress that she receive a man's cock between her legs.  I
pulled my slick rod from her lips and inched down her body, kissing along
the way.  I fisted my prick a few times, then laid the base on her pubic
mound, with the crown resting eight inches farther up, on her belly.  She
raised her head from the pillow, and when she saw my fat cockhead
projecting a full four inches above her navel, she groaned and with a look
of apprehension worried her tongue over her lips.

   I lifted my cock off her belly and shifted it to the opening of her
vagina.  I worked the head around on the outside of her slit, then nudged
it in until her labia gripped it.  I wiped it up and down the tender inside
folds, coating her gash with a thin film of gooey syrup.  When she was well
lubricated, I inched it farther inside her until it nudged against her
hymen.

   Kimmy's face knotted into a grimace, and she gnawed on her bottom lip. I
gazed into her eyes, begging for a sign.  She looked at me and nodded.  I
pushed her ankles up around her ears and slammed my bone through her wall
of innocence and eight inches deep up her tight virgin hole.  She squealed
and her face screwed up as I froze balls'-deep in her narrow channel. 
Within a few seconds the subtle hunching of her hips gave me the green
light.  I didn't want to be accused of raping this little girl, although it
didn't really matter--statutory rape was the same as forced rape in the
eyes of the law.  But my tequila-addled brain wasn't processing legal
matters clearly at that moment, and my little head took over the thinking
from my big one as I pumped my rod in and out of Kimmy's tight young cunt.

   Having cum a short while earlier, I felt like I could fuck this little
girl all day.  I wanted to make sure she came at least twice on my bone.  I
resolved to set aside my own selfish interests and ensure that this
inexperienced adolescent receive the fuck of her young life for her first
time.  I knew she would remember this day forever, and I wanted to give her
something she could cherish for years to come.

   I screwed her with long, deep strokes, grinding the base of my cock
around on her clit each time I bottomed out.  I stared down at where our
sexes met and watched her pink interior cunt-flesh cling to my pole each
time I withdrew it from her pussy.  I shoved my prick inside her again and
saw the outline of my shaft under the taut brown skin of her belly.

   As I started pounding my dick into her, Kimmy pawed her breasts, her
eyes squeezed tight, trembling.  I decided it was time to teach her the
words essential to the full enjoyment of good, hard sex.

   "That's it, Kimmy," I said.  "Cum on my cock, baby.  God, your pussy is
so fucking tight.  It's grabbing my dick.  Can you feel how deep it is
inside you?  You're so goddamned sexy, you're gonna make me spew any second
now.  Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

   She opened her eyes and nodded her head.

   "What?" I said.  I wanted to hear it from her lips.

   Her face was moist and as pink as rose petals.  Her hips gyrated harder
around my cock, seeking clitoral stimulation.  "I want you to . . .  you
know."

   "No, what?"

   She hesitated a moment, then screamed, "Fuck me harder!  Fuck my little
pussy with your big, hard cock!" Her head started thrashing from side to
side.  She looked on the verge of tears.  "Fuck me hard and cum in my cunt,
you bastard!"

   Since she had asked me so nicely, I draped her legs over my shoulders
and slammed my prick into her hot little hole with a vengeance.  Her skinny
cunt convulsed around it, and she started beating my chest and calling me
cocksucker, baby raper, and several other names I'm too embarrassed to
repeat.  At the peak of her climax she pinched her nipples and bit her
bottom lip so hard she drew blood.  Her body froze and then went limp.  She
appeared to have passed out.

   With my cock still wedged eight inches up her twat, I leaned over her
and said, "Kimmy?  Baby?"

   Her eyes flew open, and with a demonic grin I can only compare to Linda
Blair's in The Exorcist, she yanked my head down and forced her tongue
between my lips and began slathering it around inside my mouth in the
sloppiest, most violent kiss I had ever experienced.  As her tongue entered
my throat I could taste the coppery tang of her blood, could feel her cunt
grinding around my cock again.  Desperate, I reached behind my head and
pried her fingers from my neck.  I gasped in grateful relief, sucking
ravenous gulps of air into my oxygen-deprived lungs.

   After the room had quit spinning I looked down and saw her staring up at
me with spooky eyes.  "I guess you're okay, then?" I said, rubbing the back
of my neck.

   "Fine," she said in a low, breathy voice.  "Wanna fuck me again?" Her
little tongue slithered out from her mouth and dabbed at the drops of blood
oozing from her lip.

   "O-okay," I stammered.  I felt like a coward, but I didn't want to piss
her off in her current state.

   I started working my cock in and out of her again, deciding to take my
time this go-round and show her what a sweet, loving fuck was like between
a mature man and woman.  Lord knew I had already shown her a thing or two
about good, hard jungle sex--and she had shown me a few frightening things
in return.

   I shifted her legs from my shoulders to around to my waist and leaned
down to suck her titties.  The tips were red and swollen from her earlier
mauling.  I took one of the tiny boobs into my mouth and licked the tender
nipple while Kimmy cradled my head in her hands.  When I felt her thin
fingers in my hair I flinched, but then relaxed when it became obvious she
had returned to being the sweet, sensitive, considerate girl I knew she
was.

   As she rotated her pussy harder around my cock, I pushed it deeper into
her hole.  I had been in her about a half-hour and my back was starting to
ache.  I moved my mouth from her breast up to her face and licked her chin,
her cheeks, her cute little nose.  I lifted her ass up off the bed to get
more leverage and stuck my tongue in her ear.  She wrapped her arms around
my shoulders and moaned, "Oh, Sam...mmmm..."

   Hearing this pre-orgasmic cue, I punched my cock into her like a madman.
She fucked me back just as hard.  I felt my stomach muscles tighten, and
whispered in her ear, "I love you, Kimmy."

   Her body stiffened.  "I love you too, Daddy!  Oh, fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck
your little Kimmy!"

   Fighting off astonishment, I pounded my prick up her skinny channel
while balancing her small ass in my right hand.  She wrapped her arms
tighter around my neck and pulled herself into a sitting position on my
pole.  "Oh God!" she cried, bouncing up and down, shuddering and shaking
like a girl possessed.

   I was about to pull out of her when she clamped her legs around my
waist. "Fuck!" I yelled.  Cum erupted from my balls and blasted out of my
prick, deep inside her womb, bathing her adolescent egg.  She groaned and
fucked her cunt up and down harder on my shaft.  I fired spurt after spurt
of thick, rich man-cream up her hot little hole.  She sank her teeth into
my shoulder and chomped down, and I cried out as her body tensed, then went
flaccid in my arms.

   I laid her sagging form on the bed and checked my shoulder for teeth
marks.  A thick stream of cum drooled from between the puffy lips of her
well-used cunt.  I was concerned about her condition, but not enough to get
within arm's reach.

   "Are you okay, Kimmy?" I asked from my safe, upright position.

   Her eyes fluttered open.  She smiled up at me with an angelic face. 
"I'm fine.  Did I do okay?" There was an imploring look in those puppy-dog
eyes.

   "You did great," I said, forcing a grin.

   I lay down in her arms again and kissed her.

   ***

   For the rest of that afternoon and into the early evening, Kimmy and I
fucked and sucked and cuddled, pausing only for light snacks and cool
refreshments to replenish our energy and the bodily fluids we had lost,
hers from sweating, mine from ejaculating.  I must have shot a quart of
semen into her young womb as we screwed in every position imaginable.

   Once, she crawled on top of me and bounced herself to a staggering
orgasm while I hardly did any work other than give her a thick blast of
cream at the end.  The next time, I fucked her doggy-style, mauling her
baby tits and strumming her clit as I pounded her from behind before
shooting another hefty load into her tight young snatch.  A third time, I
pinned her to the bedroom wall and banged her mercilessly, like Sonny
Corleone did to his sister's bridesmaid in _The Godfather_, and again I
sprayed down her insides with a hard torrent of fuck-sauce.  Finally we had
a long, slow screw in the shower before she dropped to her knees and gave
me a mind-shattering blowjob, coaxing out another thick stream of pungent
cream, this time down her sweet schoolgirl throat.

   Around 7:45 p.m.  we were snuggling in bed when Kimmy told me she had to
leave.

   "I thought you were staying the night," I said, pouting.

   "I am." She seemed exasperated.  "I told you, Sam, I have to be home at
eight for my mother's call."

   "Oh, right." I felt a sheepish expression crawl onto my face.  Between
the past week's heavy drinking and today's raunchy orgy, my brain was a bit
clouded.  I knew that the only contact Kimmy had with her mother during the
week was their nightly telephone call.

   "I'll be back," she said.  She climbed out of bed and dressed, blew me a
kiss, and headed out the bedroom door.  A few seconds later I heard her
leave.

   Thank God!  I needed a drink.

   A couple of times that afternoon I'd felt like I was going into the DTs.
I didn't think it was healthy to deprive my body of alcohol so soon after a
major binge.

   I slipped on my robe and went down to the kitchen to fix myself a
Margarita.  With the first sip the life returned to my tired alcoholic
body. My energy level doubled and then redoubled as I swallowed more and
more of the cool liquid.  I finished that drink and made another before
turning off the downstairs lights and returning to the bedroom.  I climbed
into bed, propped some pillows behind me to support my aching back, and
sipped on my cocktail while waiting for Kimmy.

   I thought the warm, tingly sensation I was feeling inside could only be
love, and I intended to tell Kimmy that when she returned.  I wasn't sure
our relationship had much future--Kimmy had told me her mother was a
hard-liner, refusing to let her date until she was sixteen.  By then I'd be
forty-one, and I was almost positive her mother wouldn't be too thrilled
with her sixteen-year-old daughter dating a forty-one-year-old man. 
Nevertheless, I was determined to live in the moment with this sweet child.
We would have our time together now, that was all that mattered.  I even
stopped hating Laurie--a little, anyway.  She was still nothing but an
eighteen-year-old black-cock cum-slut whore, while my precious Kimmy was a
fifteen-year-old angel.  Maybe that was the problem, I thought.  Maybe
Laurie was too old for me.

   Satisfied with my conclusion, I nodded off to sleep.

   ***

   I opened my eyes and was greeted by the silhouette of a little
schoolgirl standing in the bedroom doorway.  When the shadowy figure
entered the room, I saw it was Kimmy.  She was wearing a white blouse,
blue-and-green plaid skirt, and white knee-high socks.  Her hair was in
pigtails, and a pair of thin red horn-rimmed eyeglasses rested on her nose.

   "Kimmy," I said, "what's all this about?"

   She grinned.  "I thought you'd like to see my St.  Mary's uniform." St.
Mary's was the girls' school where Kimmy had just started grade ten.  "I
thought I'd model one for you.  Do you like it?" She twirled around, giving
me a 360-degree view.

   I beamed her an appreciative smile.  "I love it.  But I didn't know you
wore glasses."

   "I only wear them at school.  But I thought you'd like to see me in my
full get-up."

   I shifted over on the bed and patted the spot beside me.  Kimmy skipped
over and plopped down, resting her head on my arm.  I leaned over to kiss
her, and as our tongues dueled I cupped her small breast through her
blouse. Sticking my hand inside, I was surprised to feel the smooth nylon
of a bra.

   "What's this?" I asked.

   "My training bra," she said.  "I thought you could take it off me later.
And look." She lifted the hem of her skirt and giggled.  "My Minnie Mouse
panties."

   Sure enough, there was Minnie smiling out at me from Kimmy's crotch.  I
moved my hand onto the rodent's face and stroked her lips as I leaned back
and closed my eyes.  I was starting to nod off again when Kimmy said,
"Sam?"

   "Mm-hmm."

   "I have a confession to make.  I hope you won't be mad."

   What now?  I thought.  I hoped she hadn't pulled a Laurie and gotten
herself gangbanged while she was supposed to be talking with her mother.  I
was becoming a bit cynical with these heartless little wenches.

   "Do you remember that girlfriend of Laurie's?" she said.  "The one with
the big boobs."

   "Janie . . ." I muttered.  I closed my eyes and recalled with fondness
my erotic adventures with that big-titted slut.

   "Yeah, Janie.  Well, I saw you fucking her in the pool that day back in
August."

   My eyes snapped open.  "How did you see us?  There's a nine-foot fence
back there."

   Kimmy's cheeks pinked.  "I've got a clear view from my bedroom window. I
watch you a lot when you're swimming, especially when you're wearing your
Speedo."

   The perverted little voyeur!  I knew there was a reason I liked her.

   "No harm done," I said.

   "Sam?"

   "Mm-hmm."

   "When you and that boy were with Janie, were you both fucking her pussy
at the same time?"

   I smiled.  "No, I was in her pussy, he was in her ass."

   Kimmy's eyes widened.  "You mean you can fuck somebody in the ass?" _
"What is this?" I said.  "_Jeopardy?" I was tired of playing fifty
questions.

   Kimmy's face pinched into a pout.

   "Okay, okay," I said.  "Yes, you can fuck somebody in the ass."

   "Does it feel good?  Getting fucked in the ass, I mean?"

   "Some girls actually prefer it there."

   A few seconds of silence.

   "Sam?"

   "Mm-hmm."

   "Will you fuck my ass someday?"

   I smiled.  "Certainly.  Anytime you want."

   A few more seconds of silence, and then: "Sam?"

   "Mm-hmm."

   "Do you think I'm sexier than Janie?"

   I looked at her and gave her a big loving smile.  "You are the sexiest
girl I've ever met . . .  and the best fuck."

   "Mm-hmm," Kimmy said.  She smiled and closed her eyes, finally
satisfied.

   I slid my hand inside her panties and buried my fingers in her hairless
mound.  With my head resting on her chest, I sucked her tiny boob through
her bra and drifted off to sleep.

   ***

   When I woke, I was standing in front of my grade-ten class at St. 
Mary's Catholic School for Girls, teaching the day's science lesson.

   "The male sperm cell carries the X chromosome and the female egg cell
the Y," I lectured.  "These determine our DNA makeup, which in turn gives
us our genetic characteristics."

   As I droned on, I noticed little Kimmy Masterson sitting in the front
row wearing her St.  Mary's uniform and red horn-rimmed glasses.  Her hair
was in pigtails, and as she listened to my lecture she kept crossing and
uncrossing her legs, teasing me with glimpses of her panties.  My cock
stirred in my trousers, so I turned my back on the class and went to the
blackboard.  As I wrote, I rhymed off the table of elements in my head,
trying to distract myself and make my erection subside.  When it finally
wilted I turned to the class again.

   Kimmy's legs were now spread so far apart that I was staring directly
into the face of Minnie Mouse.  The little siren was wearing Disney
panties, whorishly trying to distract my attention.  I tried not to gawk,
but my eyes were drawn like moths to the inviting fire at the juncture of
her sleek brown thighs.

   _These young girls shouldn't have to wear such short skirts to class_, I
thought.  _It turns them into slutty little temptresses._

   Just then the bell rang.  "Class dismissed," I said.  The girls rose
from their desks and gathered up their books.  As they streamed out of the
room, I caught Kimmy before she could escape.  "Miss Masterson, can I see
you after class please?" She gave me a puzzled look and returned to her
desk.

   After the last pupil had left, I locked the door and pulled down the
blind over the window.  Kimmy's nose was buried in a book; she hadn't
noticed me securing the premises.  I walked over and cleared my throat. 
"Well, Miss Masterson, what have you to say for yourself?"

   She gave me a quizzical look.  "Pardon me, sir?"

   Her long legs were now clamped firmly together under her desk, striking
a very prim and proper pose.  But it was a bit too little, a bit too late.

   "Do you enjoy flashing your panties at me while I'm trying to teach a
complex lesson to your peers?"

   Kimmy's face pinkened.  "I-I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

   "No?  Then what's this?" I reached under her skirt and grabbed her
crotch.  "Minnie Mouse, no less!"

   Her jaw dropped.

   "Stand up, Miss Masterson!"

   Kimmy's face glowed red as she fought to regain her composure.  Not
wanting to risk the penalty for disobedience, she jumped up from her desk
and stood at attention.

   "If you want to show off your panties," I said, "why don't you go to the
front of the class?"

   Looking confused, Kimmy walked zombie-like to the front of the room.  I
followed behind.  "Turn and face the blackboard," I said.

   "What?" She was now completely bewildered.

   "You heard me!  Face the blackboard!"

   She turned, trembling, tears welling in her eyes.

   "Good," I said.  "Now bend over and show the whole class your sexy
underwear."

   Kimmy was past the point of disobedience.  She leaned over and stuck her
bum out toward the empty classroom.  I flipped her skirt onto her back and
smoothed my hand over her cotton-clad backside.  "Is this what you wanted
us to see, Miss Masterson?" I slid my fingers under the leg band and felt
the warm, soft globe of her ass.

   "N-no...y-yes," she stammered, and then began to cry.

   "Nice," I said.  "Very nice." While stroking her ass with my left hand,
I extracted my stiffening prick from my pants with my right.  Then, with
both hands, I grabbed her panties and ripped them from around her skinny
backside in shreds.  Before she could react, I shoved my prick eight inches
up her sweet schoolgirl snatch, shredding her hymen as easily as I had
destroyed her underwear.

   "Oh God!" she screamed.

   She stumbled toward the blackboard until her upraised hands bumped
against it.  I stayed with her, gripping her ass cheeks, my bone nested
deep inside her twat.  I forced my cock in and out of her tight young hole
and said through gritted teeth, "Is this what you wanted, slut?"

   "N-nooo!" she cried

   I reached around and ripped her blouse open.  I pushed her training bra
up and squeezed and twisted her baby boobs.  Her arms gave way and she fell
face-first against the blackboard, her sweaty cheek hugging the dark slate.
She began to groan.

   _The little bitch is enjoying this_, I thought.

   Spurred on by her sexy vocalizations, I picked up my pace, slamming my
cock hard into her virgin squeezebox while inspecting the rosebud of her
anus.  It seemed to be winking at me.  I lathered my thumb in my mouth and
shoved it all the way inside.

   "Oh God!" Kimmy cried.  "Take it out!  It's too big!"

   A wicked smile defiled my lips.  _Oh, Miss Masterson_, I thought,
_you're going to have something much, much bigger up there very, very
soon._

   In a flash, I yanked my cock from her cunt and rammed it eight inches up
her ass.  She tried to squirm away, but I grabbed her pigtails and pushed
her face against the blackboard.  As I punched my entire bone up her tight
netherhole, I thought felt something delicate tear inside her, but I didn't
let that deter me.  I pulled her hips back and fucked her ass as hard as I
had fucked her skinny twat.  Her face was layered with chalk, and wet
trails of sweat were trickling down the blackboard.  She was whimpering so
much that I decided to take pity on her.  I found her love button with my
right hand while sticking three fingers of my left up her slick pussy hole.
I diddled her for a minute, then pulled my fingers from her cunt and jammed
them deep into her mouth.  She tried to spit them out but I held them firm.
Soon her tongue was swirling around them, savoring the exotic flavor of her
little-girl nectar.

   With her body now shaking non-stop I stepped up my pummeling of her
bunghole while continuing to fly my fingers over her little nubbin.  She
started to convulse against the blackboard, and I yanked my cock from her
back door, spun her around by the pigtails, and forced her to her knees.  I
jammed my cock into her mouth and fucked her face hard, letting her clean
her anal musk off of it.  With each stroke my dick penetrated a full eight
inches down her throat until my pubic hairs tickled her nose.  She slurped
her slutty tongue around the base of my shaft, trying to get at my balls.
_This little bitch is nasty_, I thought.  I was starting to like her.

   Too soon that familiar tingling began at the base of my balls, and I
knew I was going to spew a major load.  I hadn't fucked anything in six
months, and then it was a sixty-year-old grandmother I'd picked up in a
sleazy bar.  I was confident this little wench would coax a much bigger
prize out of me than that wrinkled old hag had.

   I jerked my cock from Kimmy's mouth, and the first blast of sperm
exploded out, splattering on the right lens of her eyeglasses.  I shifted
my cock a bit and the next shot spurted onto her left lens.  I fisted my
prick, firing thick jets of man-cream onto her face and hair until she was
a cum-drenched mess.  Finally I stuck my cock back in her mouth to let her
suck out the last few drops of fuck-sauce...

   ***

   I pulled my prick from Kimmy's face and collapsed on the bed beside her.

   "What was that all about?" she asked, licking my cream from her lips. 
Her glasses were so plastered with goo that she could barely see.  Her face
and hair were similarly coated.  Her Minnie Mouse panties lay in tatters
beside her, and her blouse was buttonless and open, revealing two small
white boobs under a pushed-up bra.

   "Uh, just a little rape fantasy," I said.  "Makes the sex more
interesting."

   "Oh," Kimmy said, nodding her head as if I had just explained the
secrets of the universe.  "I really liked getting fucked in the ass, Sam,
but why did you shoot your cum all over me?"

   "Uh, I didn't think I should do it in your pussy any more tonight.  It's
too dangerous." I congratulated myself for creating such a plausible
explanation for my otherwise inexplicable actions.

   "Yeah," Kimmy said, eyeing me suspiciously, "but what difference does it
make now?  You've already squirted about a gallon of sperm in me.  And what
was all that stuff about chromosomes and DNA?"
   "Oh...nothing." I smiled, rolled over, and went to sleep.

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 7: Kimmy's Friend Nikki, Part 1 (mf, oral, f voy, mast)

   Kimmy lived with me Mondays through Fridays after that.  To avoid a
repeat of our first day's game of Russian roulette, I arranged through a
doctor friend for her to go on the Pill.

   Over the next few weeks the kid transformed from a shy innocent teenager
into an insatiable sex machine.  Her little fist was always wrapped around
my cock, and we fucked four or five times a day, every day--when we woke up
in the morning, a second time after breakfast, a third when we came home at
night, and at least a couple of times in the evening while watching TV or
lying in bed.  The kid was wearing me out.

   I was a bit concerned that I'd become some sort of perverse father
figure in Kimmy's life--she called me Daddy now whenever we screwed.  I
wanted to talk to her about it but I wasn't sure how to start

   Kimmy's mother flew home on Fridays and out again on Sundays, so Kimmy
stayed with her on the weekends and I rarely saw them except to say hello.
That was okay; it gave me a chance to recharge my middle-aged battery
before the next session of frenetic fucking.  I thought I was doing well
keeping up with this voracious little nymph's sexual demands _five_ days a
week, but okay, I admit it, I'm not the Eveready fucking bunny.

   I had set up two small ladders on either side of the fence that
separated Kimmy's backyard from mine so my nosy neighbors wouldn't see her
coming over.  She returned home before eight each evening to take her
mother's phone call, and then climbed the fence again to join me for
another round of fun and games.

   ***

   One day in mid-October I came home from the office and found Kimmy and a
girlfriend working at the kitchen table.  The record-setting Indian summer
had tapered off somewhat, but it was still unseasonably warm.  The girls
were dressed in Daisy Duke shorts and lightweight tank tops.  Two tiny
nubbins poked through Kimmy's mint-green top in the centers of her
lemon-sized breasts.  The other girl appeared to be totally flat, although
other than that she was beautiful.

   "Hi, Sam," Kimmy said.  "This is my friend Nikki."

   I offered my hand to the girl.  "Hi, Nikki.  Pleased to meet you."

   Nikki shook it.  "Hi," she said, her cheerful smile showing off two rows
of perfect teeth.

   I didn't like Kimmy bringing friends home without asking.  I was trying
to keep a low profile with this underage nymph, and thought the fewer
people who saw us together the better.  I just wanted to get my dick wet in
a little young stuff, not spend the next ten to twenty years behind bars.

   "Nikki..." I said, gingerly holding onto the young girl's hand after the
handshake had ended.  "That's a pretty name."

   "Short for Nikita," she said.  She told me she was of Russian and
Romanian descent.  Her smooth, unblemished skin was dark-complexioned.  The
hair that fell halfway down her back was straight and black.

   I leaned my elbows on the table and cupped my chin in my hands, trying
to look comical.  "Whatcha doin'?" I asked Kimmy.

   "Working on our science project for the fall fair," she said.  She paid
me scant heed as she pored over her notes.

   "Are you two in the same class?" I directed my question to Nikki this
time.

   She giggled at my ridiculous pose "No, I'm only in grade nine.  Kimmy's
a year ahead of me.  We're still best friends, though."

   As the girls chatted, I admired Nikki's delicate face.  Being a year
behind Kimmy in school, I figured she must be fourteen, but her exquisite
features made her look far more mature.  While most girls her age might be
described as cute, this little creature was beautiful, almost womanly
beautiful.  Her face was slender with high cheekbones, centered by a small,
perfectly sized and shaped nose.  Her lips were thin but well-defined,
coated with a thin sheen of pink lip-gloss.  Her eyebrows were thick and
dark, like Brooke Shields', her beautiful eyes large and a deep liquid
brown, almost black.  I could get lost quite easily in those two mysterious
pools, I thought.

   "We're having a soda, Sam," Kimmy said.  "Want one?"

   "No, thanks," I said.  "Not right now."

   The girls stood from their chairs and walked to the fridge.  Nikki was
very slim and quite a bit taller than Kimmy's five-foot-nothing-maybe
five-five.  And while Kimmy's Daisy Dukes were fairly short and a bit snug,
and just nicely displayed the soft swell of her buttocks, Nikki's shorts
were outright obscene.  They were skin-tight and cut on a high angle around
the thighs and up the back, showing me almost the complete cheeks of her
tight, round ass.  She was obviously wearing either thong panties or no
panties at all.  The shorts were so tight that the crotch had invaded the
crack of her slit.  As she walked, her labia looked like they were trying
to wrap themselves around the thin strip of denim separating the two leg
holes.  _What kind of parents would let their daughter run around like
that?_ I wondered.  In spite of my disgust, my cock started to twitch in my
pants.

   The girls returned to the table, and I retired to the den to tend to
some business.  A half-hour later I heard the TV in the living room come
on, and figured Kimmy and Nikki had decided to relax for a while from their
studies.  A few minutes later Kimmy strolled into the den and plopped down
on my lap.  "Whatcha doin', big boy?" she said, wrapping her thin arms
around my neck and licking my face.

   "Just some catch-up stuff."

   "Bo-ring." She trailed her tongue across my lips, then poked it between
them and swirled it in my mouth.  Her hips squirmed on my rapidly swelling
dick.  "And what do you call this?" she asked, grabbing my prick through my
gray wool pants.

   "Arthur," I said in my best Liverpudlian accent, recalling George
Harrison's classic retort to the rude reporter in the Beatles' flick _A
Hard Day's Night_.

   "Huh?" Kimmy said.  She tilted her head back and regarded me like I had
just crawled from the primordial muck.  The generation gap had finally
reared its ugly head.

   "Nothing," I said, preferring to lie to this child rather than explain
who the Beatles were.

   "We missed our after-school fuck," she purred, resuming her cat-like
licking of my face.

   "Oh, _did_ we?" I slid my hand under her top and caressed her baby
breasts.

   She slid off my lap and down my legs.  Kneeling between them, she
unzipped my trousers.  She extracted my thickening bone, locked her lips
around it, and began sucking it with long, excruciatingly slow
head-strokes. As her lips tugged at my engorged crown, I looked over toward
the door.  My heart dropped when I saw Nikki standing there, on her
tiptoes, watching intently while Kimmy devoured my bone.  She noticed me
staring and winked, then pressed her index finger to her lips.

   I leaned back in my chair and humped my prick up into Kimmy's face while
ogling Nikki's gorgeous face.  Her eyes remained glued to my cock, her hand
straying down to the narrow strip of fabric between her legs.  As I
watched, she pulled that strip farther up her crotch and then ran her
finger through her bald slit.  I nearly spewed my load.  Before I came,
though, I wanted Nikki to see more.  I pulled my cock from Kimmy's mouth
and lifted her under the elbows until she was standing with her back to
Nikki.  I undid her shorts and slid them down to her ankles, then hoisted
her butt up onto the edge of the desk and pulled her top over her head.  I
dipped my face to her chest and sucked first one, then her other small tit
into my mouth.

   I straightened up again and, gazing at Nikki, removed my shirt.  She
stared with lustful eyes at my pecs and abs while her finger continued to
slither between her two tiny pussy lips.

   I undid my trousers and kicked them off, grabbed my prick and squeezed
it so Nikki could better appreciate the length and girth of the piece of
man-meat about to split her best friend's cunt.  With my thumb I rubbed the
clear fluid leaking from the pee-slit over my cockhead, then lifted my cock
in the air so Nikki could inspect my balls and realize her friend was going
to receive a more-than-potent load of sperm.  Nikki scrutinized my private
parts, her tongue peeking from her mouth and wetting her thin lips.

   I moved my cock to the opening of Kimmy's box and rubbed the head in the
juices there.  Slowly, I pushed it inside.  Kimmy tugged on my ass, trying
to get more of my long bone up her skinny hole.  "Come on, Daddy," she
pleaded.  "Fuck me hard."

   I glanced over at Nikki to gage her reaction to this.  She arched an
eyebrow and rubbed her index fingers together at right angles, mouthing the
words, "Shame, shame." I smiled.  The kid had a great sense of humor.

   Nikki moved quietly from the doorway into the den to gain a better view.
Kimmy was grinding her ass around on the desk, in need of more clitoral
stimulation.  I grabbed her hips and punched my rod up her slick snatch,
and she draped her legs over my upper arms and held onto my forearms as I
pummeled her baby twat with fast, deep strokes while keeping a
surreptitious eye on Nikki.

   The girl had unbuttoned her Daisy Dukes and wa-s wriggling her ass,
trying to work them down.  When they fell to her knees, I saw I had been
right-she wasn't wearing panties.  Her legs parted, revealing a hairless
mound and ultra-thin labia glistening with little beads of love dew.  She
returned her hand to her cunt and ran her fingers through the folds while
massaging her thumb over the swollen nub of her clit.  With her other hand
she lifted her tank top, revealing an almost flat chest with two tiny dark
nipples that nicely complemented the surrounding rich-brown skin.  She
pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts as she strummed her fingers in
her cunt.

   Kimmy lay back on the desk, and I shifted her legs over my shoulders.  I
grabbed her hips again and buried my dick deep inside her.  She thrashed
her head around and moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, lost in her own
orgasmic world, oblivious to the antics of her younger friend masturbating
herself to a frenzy in the corner.

   I pushed my prick up Kimmy's snatch as far as it would go and moved my
hand to the smooth, tanned flesh of her stomach, feeling the bulge beneath
it.  Wanting Nikki to see how deep my drill was penetrating, I looked at
her and said to Kimmy, "Can you feel my prick in your belly, baby?  Can you
feel how far it is inside you?"

   Kimmy nodded.  "Yes."

   "Do you want Daddy to fuck your ass, too?  Would you like me to poke my
big prick up your bum?"

   Nikki was staring into my eyes.  On hearing my lewd words, her left hand
leaped up from her breasts and clamped over her mouth to stifle her moans.
Two fingers of her other hand were still driving hard up her
virginal-looking twat.

   "Not...right...now...Sam..." Kimmy panted.  "I'm..._cumming!_"

   Her orgasm crashed through her like an elephant through the jungle.  Her
hips ground in furious circles as I fucked her with deep, sharp strokes. 
Nikki was still clutching her mouth and frantically rubbing her clit.  The
sight was too much.

   "I'm cumming, too!" I yelled.  I yanked my cock from Kimmy's cunt and
fisted it, gazing into Nikki's dark eyes.  Nikki watched in fascination as
a rocket of jizz blew from the head up onto Kimmy's face.  I grunted, and a
second hard streamer sailed up over Kimmy's body and into her gasping
mouth. Spurt after thick spurt followed, completely lathering Kimmy's
slender frame.

   Nikki's back was against the wall and she was flicking her fingers over
her clit, her body shivering to an electric beat.  Her legs looked wobbly,
as if they were ready to give out.  Her eyes met mine, and I yelled, "Suck
it!" and pulled Kimmy's face onto my twitching dick.  Nikki stuck two
fingers into her own mouth and fucked them in and out as she stroked her
pussy and devoured me with hungry eyes.

   "That's it, baby," I said, driving my cock hard into Kimmy's face.  "Eat
Daddy's cum."

   Nikki's thin body began to heave and shudder in a second rattling
orgasm. Her baby breasts jiggled like tiny mounds of Jell-O as her juices
flooded her hand.

   Kimmy milked all the cream from my nuts, then slurped her tongue up and
down the sides of my pole.  Nikki pulled up her shorts, blew me a kiss, and
slipped out the door.

   A smirk crawled onto my face.  This could get interesting.

   ***

   Nothing further happened that night, other than after Nikki left I
fucked Kimmy two more times while picturing Nikki's dark, mysterious face
and replaying her frenzied masturbation scene in my head.

   Afterward I wandered back to the den and saw a folded scrap of paper
lying near a puddle of cum on the desk.  I opened it and saw Nikki's
name--Nikita Mareskechov--and her pager number.  The pool of jism it was
sitting beside appeared to have a finger swipe, or perhaps a tongue swipe,
through the middle of it.

   "The little vixen," I said, chuckling.  I locked the note away in the
desk drawer.  I didn't think Kimmy would be too impressed with her little
fourteen-year-old friend coming onto her forty-year-old lover.  I decided
to play it safe and leave well enough alone.

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