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We both showered together, I rubbed soap all over her smooth skin, pulling at her nipples and getting soap between her labia so that she started to get pissed at me. "Can't you wait for the big event?" She hugged me close in the steaming water and kissed me. "You know me, not a patient man." I slid my hands around to the perfect apples of her bottom, kneading each one in each hand, slipping fingers to my favorite opening. She relaxed her muscles and I penetrated her anus briefly. We kissed even more deeply, tenderly, with that sense of care that going a little further brings with it.
I circled her belly with one hand, drawing pictures on it and reflecting how emotionally involved I was with this woman. I put my other hand behind her neck and started kissing her eyes. Everything slow and deliberate.
After we towelled off and she dried her wet hair with the small blowdryer, I took it from her and, while she brushed out the great mane I blew hot air on her body, over the smooth white surface, knees, calves, thighs, bottom, up her split, across her belly, on her nipples. Not very hot, but hot enough for her to shiver, anticipating more serious pain. "Daddy, is it time?" She posed, against the counter, hands down on the edge of the tiles, presenting her body to me. "I want to cry for you, my Darling Cher Timothe." "And you will, I promise." I led her by the hand to the bedroom.
I had decided to tie her legs behind her head, by her ankles, so that her vulva and her asshole were nicely displayed. I left her hands untied, however, so that she could caress my balls while I ripped her bottom up. She was quite a sight, spread open that way, her blonde locks in waves upon the pillow ("like a sleepy golden storm"), one ankle on each side of her head. She put her hands down under her bottom cheeks and pulled her anus open. "Daddy, are you gonna hurt my poor pussy?" She pouted for me. My dick was huge, hard, almost vibrating with lust and sick desire. My balls were tight in their sack. I had that nearly nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was going to go too far. And Janne knew it too. "Make me cry, Daddy. Make me scream for you to stop."
I knelt at the end of the bed, and put my hands on each upraised thigh. I lowered my mouth down to her sweet, delectable pussy. Like fruit, like tender meat, the swollen labia under my fingers, the hard pea of her clitoris, hiding in its hood. My tongue licked up and down the split, curling and twirling, seeking the nerves, the tender succulent flesh. I strayed down to her anus, the coppery rose, and let my tongue grow round and hard and just teased the entrance, giving it a circular lick. And then back to her hard clit, sucking on it and smacking it with my tongue, my fingers pulling up on the hood. I spoke to her, "you tell me when you are close to coming. That's when we do it." She moaned, "Please Daddy, lick me." "Do you want to do this, or do you just want to come?" I blow air on her clit, and danced my fingers on her labia, just threatening to come in. She sighed a huge, little-girl sigh of a sigh. "Oh Gawd, Daddy!!!" Then she sucked the air in and said, "I wanna be your little girl. So, please" in that ten year old's voice, "hurt me Daddy. Hurt me real bad. I deserve it."
I returned to licking her, very carefully, measured. She was like honey that day. Like fruit, plucked and bleeding its sugared fluids. "Oh, no, no. I'll come if you don't stop."
"We wouldn't want that, now would we, little girl?" I looked up at her from between the globes of her bottom. I grinned and fingered my hard cock. She gave me a rueful grin. That mouth set in an insouciant minor smile. "No sir, that would be terrible Sir." "I detect a hint of rebellion." She shook her head, "no, no. I want you to do this. I want it now!" Just a little too fervent.
I retrieved the ben gay from the side table drawer. I didn't want to trail it around so I found a pair of latex gloves and put one on that hand, my right hand. I squeezed a big dollop of the stuff out and showed it to her. "This is what you want?" She shivered, and started trembling. I could see she was having second thoughts.
"Too late," I said, and I painted one side of her labia, swollen as it was, with a streak of the product. Then the other. And finally my other hand pulled back the clitoral hood and I took the rest of the dollop and twirled it around her button, pinching it cruelly. "Now we wait," I said, sitting back on my haunches and watching her face. I stripped off the latex glove and threw it in the trash.
"Oh, oh," She started, suddenly, "Oh, it's starting to burn Daddy. Daddy it burns bad." Tears welled up in her eyes, and started to leak down her face. The minutes passed and I watched her, my prick in my hand. Waiting for the perfect moment.
She moaned, low and then the music began to ascend the scale until she was keening, up high, "help me, please… it burns Daddy…make it stop!" Her face was beautiful, covered with tears, her mouth twisted up, sobbing for real now. I brought my mean hard cock to her asshole, sitting on my haunches, twisting my hips just enough. I wet my fingers and put it to her asshole and then brought the red tip of my dick to the opening. I twisted my hips in a hard, sudden motion, ripping through her sphincter and shoving the length of my boy right up her asshole. "Oh fuck," she mewled through her crying. I pulled him back out all the way and ripped her again. The glorious feeling! The flesh pulling apart, like paper tearing, like the ripe peach thrown down on the concrete walk. I could feel the orgasm building up in me. I rode her harder and harder, my hands on the back of her thighs, watching the tears stream down her face, listening to that lovely song, "hurts, Daddy, hurts bad…" "Love me, kitten?" "Oh yes Daddy, love you…but it hurts so bad…" "Tell Daddy, tell Daddy how much it hurts…" "it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts…oh please Daddy make it stop…" I ripped her hard fourteen or fifteen times and the muscles spasmed and I came, the fluid hurling out of me deep into her bowels. I realized I was howling, buried rock deep up her asshole. What a great come! What a glorious moment. Janne lay there crying, tears staining her face, "oh Daddy, I do love you…Do you think you could make it stop now?"
I untied her and we hobbled into the bathroom where I ran her a nice cool bath. While she sat in the tub, trying to lose the burning between her legs, I ran my hands through her long blonde hair. "You know," I said, "if you really loved me as much as you say, you'd leave John and be with me."
Janne smiled wryly, "I do love you cher Timothe, but my family would freak. And John has the capitol you do not. Please, tell me that you understand?" A part of me, filled with the glory of that incredible come, wanted to force the issue. Another part of me, however, pretty much agreed with her. There were other girls I could have. But would any ever come close to the sweet eleven year old painslut I had in Jannie?
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