My Little Sleeping Beauty
by
The Sorcerer's Apprentice

(pedo, drugs, mast)

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"Alyssa! Do you have to sit on the stairs to put on your shoes? There’s a bench right by the front door!"

"Sorry," she says apologetically, "there's room to get by." She squeezes against the wall to make space for me to pass.

I'd rather stay where I am. The little blonde has one foot drawn up to tie the shoelace on her sneaker, and the pleated denim skirt she is wearing is high on her legs. I have an unobstructed view of creamy smooth inner thigh and pink panties stretched tight under her skirt; I would happily stand here all day. Nonetheless, I force myself to continue upstairs - noting as I squeeze past that beneath my jeans, my semi-erect cock is only an inch or two from her pretty face.

It seems like I’ve been at least semi-erect more-or-less constantly since moving in with Joanne two months ago; despite the fact that she’s only ten years old, her daughter Alyssa really gets to me. Bright, blonde and heart-breakingly beautiful, she can be carelessly immodest while wearing a skirt or dress and it has become all too common for me to find myself with my cock in my hand, fantasizing about the preteen girl instead of pursuing sex with her mother. Grabbing my wallet from the dresser, I slide by the Little Darling again and then out the door. I am on my way to see Russell, the guy who supplies me with the small amounts of smoking dope that I occasionally enjoy.

"Looks like excellent weed, my friend!" I say after sniffing the contents of the plastic baggie. The grass is sticky and fragrant. "Care for a toke before I go?"

"No, thanks Man", he replies, "I have to drive and this stuff really fucks me up! Anything else you want? 'Ludes? Coke? My buddy at the pharmaceutical lab made up some Super-Rohypnol and there’s one dose left if you wanna give it a try. The other guys who used it said it's fantastic! Actually knocks them out for eight solid hours. Just be sure you’re at her place before you slip it to her or you’ll have to carry her home!" Russell chuckles wickedly.

"I'll give that a pass" I laugh, "Can't think of anyone I want to make it with who needs to be unconscious before she’ll…..". I stop in mid-sentence as the thought hits with the force of a hammer blow.

"Your last one?" I ask, regaining my composure. "How much?"

"I want to get rid of it." says Russell, "Fifty bucks."

“And no side-effects?”

“Not that I’ve heard and I moved more than 60 hits.”

I dig the money for the dope and the dose of S.R. from my pocket with hands that are beginning to shake. Thanking him, I stuff the baggie and tiny vial into my inside pocket, head out to my car and back to Joanne's townhouse.

The reason for the unsteadiness of my hands is a vague plan which is beginning to form in my Alyssa-obsessed brain. If circumstances were right, the date-rape drug could give me an opportunity to see and do things with Ally which to this point I have only imagined in a masturbatory frenzy! But are the circumstances right? Maybe...., just maybe.....

I will be taking Joanne to the airport this very afternoon. She is to attend an HSE conference in Chicago for the next three days, so once we get her 'arrived safely' telephone call, I can be sure that she will be totally out of the picture. Alyssa is on summer holidays, and won’t be missed in the neighborhood for a mere eight hours. Everything seems to be in order. My thoughts race, and it is difficult to concentrate on driving.

I arrive home and Alyssa is at it again, sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, a video game on the television screen. Her forearms rest on her drawn up knees, her slim fingers rapidly pushing the controller buttons. How can she not know that she is exposing her panties sitting like that?

She glances up at me and immediately straightens her legs and pulls down her skirt. Well, maybe she does know. I feign ignorance and ask her where her mother is.

"Upstairs packing." she answers, her attention returning to the screen. "When are you taking her to the airport?" Beep, Beepity, Boop.

I glance at my watch. "Another 15 minutes. You coming?"

“Nah,” she says, “I’m going swimming with Erica. I’ll be home for dinner, though.””

“Kay.” I reply. The thought of the pretty ten year-old in her bikini sends a rush of warmth to my groin. “KFC for dinner tonight?”

"Cool!" she exclaims. Salty fried chicken is her favorite take out food. She'll be sure to drink lots of soda. The idea is firming up.

I drive Joanne to the airport in lots of time to catch her 1 o'clock flight. Arrival time is 4p.m. our time; by 5 she'll be at the hotel and will call to let us know she's arrived safely.

I putter alone in the house thinking about my date-rape fantasy and conclude that I’m nuts to even think about doing something like that!  I roll a thin joint, smoke it under the bathroom fan and pop some Visine in my soon-to-be-reddened eyes. Russell was not kidding; this dope does indeed “fuck you up”! I look at my watch – a half-hour until Alyssa will be home for dinner. Although I have rejected using the knock-out drug on her, thinking about doing so (and the weed) has given me a tremendous hard-on so I go upstairs and into her room where I open the top drawer of her dresser and remove a pair of light blue panties. I consider masturbating with them but it is too dangerous – Alyssa might be home at any time so I content myself with rubbing them over my face for a few seconds then replace them in her drawer. Man! This dope is incredible – I could feel every thread of the panties against my cheeks and my cock is rock-hard! I go back downstairs and examine the tiny vial in my jacket pocket. God – the things I could do to her……

Ally bursts through the front door, her blonde hair dark and matted from swimming. “Mom called yet?”

“Not yet,” I answer, “shouldn’t be long though.”  

Sure enough, at 5:15 the telephone rings. Alyssa picks it up and chats with her Mom for a minute before putting down the receiver.

"She's fine. She says don't forget to pick her up on Friday night."

"Don’t worry!" I say, "three days of you is about all I can handle!" She throws a cushion at me.

“I’m going for a shower,” she announces, ‘this chlorine stinks!”
 
I rise to my feet. "And I'm going out to get dinner. You want the usual?"

"Uh huh. And a large root beer. Hurry up - I'm starving!". She heads upstairs to the bathroom.

Twenty-five minutes later, I have the order of food in the car. I look at the two soft drinks in the cardboard tray and think about Alyssa’s long legs; about glimpses I have had of her panties under her skirt, her small, developing breasts pushing gently against her T-shirts and blouses and how good it would feel, after all these months of her constant, unwitting tease, to actually touch her. I am breathing hard and then, as if watching someone else, I see my hand retrieve the small vial from my shirt pocket; I unscrew the cap and tip it into the paper cup of soda. I rinse the vial in the root beer, replace the plastic cover, put the cup back into the tray and pull out of the parking lot towards home. My heart is racing – it is done! It is really going to happen! I am really doing this!! Excited though I am, I cannot ignore the fact that I am taking a tremendous risk – if things were to go awry, life as I know it will be over. But the marijuana has warped my judgment along with my perception and Alyssa has had me enthralled to the point of obsession ever since our first meeting. Even as I contemplate the horrors of life in jail for a convicted pedophile, I know that I am going to carry it through.

I return home; the whine of the hairdryer telling me that Ally is upstairs. I call up to her that dinner is on the table and she comes down to join me in the kitchen, her shining blonde hair falling loose to her shoulders. My God – what a beautiful child!! My throat is thick and I can hardly choke down the food, After eating, Alyssa returns to the living room and turns on the television while I load the dishwasher. I pick up the Daily Journal and sit back in the lazy boy, watch her over the top of the newspaper and wait. She is lying on the floor with her feet towards me, her chin resting on her hand. For 15 minutes I admire the shape of her legs and tight round ass. Little white ankle socks with pink trim, and the denim miniskirt which I earlier had the good fortune to look under all the way to those pink cotton panties. She has a tiny waist, and although I can’t see them from where I sit, little budding tits just starting to push against her sleeveless ribbed top. Even her arms and shoulders are sexy! 

Alyssa’s chin slips off her cupped hand and her head drops. Catching herself, she struggles to a sitting position on the carpet.

"Wow! Am I tired!" she says.

“Swimming will do that to you,” I reply, “and chicken is full of tryptomines; they make you drowsy as well.”

She stands up a little unsteadily and makes her way to the couch, where she lies down with her pretty blonde head on a pillow and turns back to the TV screen.

I watch as her eyelids almost immediately began to droop. She fights it a couple of times, then her eyes close for good. I am almost beside myself with excitement! I wait ten minutes - which seems like hours - watching the little girl and slowly stroking myself through my jeans. Then I call her name.

"Alyssa?" 

Nothing. 

"Alyssa! Are you asleep, Honey?" 

Still nothing. Time to get serious. Literally trembling with anticipation and excitement, I go over to the couch and shake her shoulder. “Alyssa! Wake up!! There is no response. I can see her chest rising and falling gently as she breathes, and there is no sign of any distress – she just looks to be fast asleep.

“ALYSSA!!” I shake her hard, by both shoulders, but she lies there motionless with no reaction whatsoever. Her total lack of response suddenly triggers a flood of apprehension – if one of her friends, or an aunt or uncle stop by and see her passed out, the game will be over! I have to move her! I have to take her upstairs! Once there, I can just not answer the door and the visitor will assume Ally and I are out at a movie or something. But my car is in the driveway! I’ll have to answer the door! What will I tell them if they ask where she is? Sick in bed? That lie will become apparent when they speak to her later! I haven’t thought this through!! There are so many ways this could end in disaster! I am freaking out and fervently wish that I had never even met Russell. My mind races – the car wouldn’t start so we took a taxi. No, that won’t work either! What if they ask Alyssa about the movie? Jesus Christ, what have I done?? Still, if someone were to call – well, she’d tell them the truth; she had fallen asleep and I could say I’d walked to the store for cigarettes. The best solution is to not answer the door or the telephone. It will all be O.K… 

I begin to calm down as I slide one arm under her knees, the other around her shoulders and lift her bodily. The little girl is slim and light so I have no difficulty carrying her up the stairs. Hesitating at the top, I think about where I should put her. Alyssa has a single bed with a canopy, and it will be awkward to move her around the way I am planning, so I kick open the door to Joanne’s bedroom and lay the little girl on her mother’s queen-sized bed.

There has been no movement from Alyssa the whole time. She is out cold, just like Russell had promised. I go downstairs, make sure the doors are locked, then return upstairs and remove my clothes - I don’t want to be fumbling with zippers and buttons and besides, being naked in Alyssa’s presence is exciting in itself.

Back into Joanne’s bedroom, and I turn Alyssa onto her back. Slipping a pillow under her head, I then straighten her long, coltish legs, carefully remove her glasses and place them next to the reading lamp on the side table. My cock is already hard in anticipation as I stand at the foot of the bed looking at the beautiful ten year-old. With the exception of complete penetration, she will be mine to do with as I please for the next few hours.

I want to maximize the pleasure and excitement; to burn the events of the next few hours into my memory, so slip into the bathroom where I smoke another joint. The rush begins as I wet a facecloth for later, make my way back to Joanne’s bedroom and approach the unconscious little girl.

I begin by lying on my side next to her. I brush a wisp of blonde hair from her face and stroke her cheek with my thumb, thinking how attractive she is. Leaning over her, I touch my lips to hers – the first time I have ever kissed her mouth. Her full, pink lips are exquisitely soft and warm against my own. I flick my tongue over them lightly, tasting the remnants of the clear lip gloss her mother allows her to wear, and am suddenly overcome with a tidal wave of lust for the little girl who, week after week, unknowingly teases me with her young body. I thrust my tongue between her lips, probing deeply and run it over her clean, white teeth. I feel her limp tongue move as I lick inside her little mouth and holding the sides of her head with my hands, I explore every nook and cranny. The taste of Alyssa’s saliva makes me dizzy with excitement.

I finally pull away, breathing hard. God, she tastes good! My cock feels harder than at any other time in my life and all I have done is kiss her!

I straighten up on my knees beside her and run my hands over her bare arms. The skin is so smooth with only the lightest fuzz of blonde hair on the forearms. I am tempted to place her dainty hand on my raging hard-on, but tease myself – that will come soon enough. I place her hands beside and above her head as if in supplication, a position which pulls the edge of her top from the waist of her denim skirt and exposes her navel and the soft skin of her tummy. I drag my fingers back and forth across the warm, bare skin then kiss her flat stomach, marveling at the softness and firmness of her body.

I slide my hands down over her hips and thighs to her knees, where I linger for a moment – savoring the awareness that I am on the verge of realizing something that I have craved for many months; an obsession which fills my imagination almost nightly as I furtively masturbate to thoughts of the little girl asleep in the next room. 

Since I met her mother over nine months ago, this little blonde girl has been cock-teasing me. Unwittingly and unknowingly, to be sure, but teasing me nonetheless. I love it – I really do, but what I would love even more is if she were to tease me on purpose, to slowly and deliberately arouse and sexually excite me, and to keep up the teasing until I cry out in uncontrollable, moaning, bucking orgasm. Tonight, that is exactly what she is going to do!

My nightly masturbation usually starts with mental images of looking up Alyssa’s skirt. Her legs are long and smooth, and she can be surprisingly careless around me – witness her earlier displays today – and I am quite frequently treated to glimpses of whatever pretty panties she is wearing. She is usually quick to cover up, however, and I crave a good, long look.

With a a slow, steady motion, I take the hem of Alyssa’s skirt between my thumbs and forefingers and slowly, slowly raise it up over her thighs, over her pink panties, to her waist. I move her arms and rest her hands on her tummy then arrange her slim fingers around the hem. To my drug-addled brain, it looks exactly as if she is lifting up her skirt for me.

I stand back from the foot of the bed and bear witness to what I have wrought. Alyssa’s panties are completely exposed, her thighs slightly apart so I can see between her legs to where the pink cotton curves away beneath her as it follows the shape of her ass. For so long, I have wanted to see this! Although in my fantasies, it is Alyssa herself who raises her skirt, oh-so-slowly exposing her charms to me with a teasing half-smile, this is almost as good. Her pale thighs, long and shapely with the gentle flair of adolescence, hypnotize me – I cannot tear my eyes away. I walk around the bed lightly stroking myself, absorbing this pose, this flagrant exposure of the little girl’s legs and panties, from every angle. For a year and a half, I have imagined how it might look – and how it might feel – to see Alyssa deliberately lifting her skirt and now here she is. And she is absolutely fabulous!!

The marijuana has given me additional senses; I can ‘hear’ Alyssa’s high little voice, ‘see’ her blue eyes watching me. 

“This is what you want, isn’t it David?’ For me to show you my panties? I’ve seen you peeking up my skirt, you dirty old man! Does it give you a big boner when I pull it up like this?”

It is so real that I actually respond, my voice quiet and shaking with desire.

“Oh, God, Alyssa, it does! You make me so hard! Can I touch you, Sweetheart? Please?”

“Okay. You can touch me. Anywhere you want!”

I sit beside her and begin stroking her legs. Starting at her knees, I let my hand move higher and higher, stroking her with my fingertips. Such softness; such smoothness. Higher still and I run my fingers along the lacy elastic around the leg holes of her panties, feeling how it presses against the soft flesh. I gently stroke the pink cotton covering her little girl cunt, letting my fingers run up and down the outline of her lips. I withdraw my hand, teasing myself again, and lean forward to kiss the front of Alyssa’s thighs. Her soft skin feels so good against my lips that I manage only two or three gentle kisses before succumbing to the desire to press my face against the pliant flesh, holding my hands and arms against her hips and pushing my face deeper into the softness that is Alyssa’s bare thighs. I lick them, running my tongue over her, tasting her skin and feeling its warmth as I flick along the edge of the lace-trimmed panties. I gently kiss the pink cotton over her cunt, feeling its definition against my lips before straightening up once again.

Although my cravings and obsessions are centered around Alyssa’s long legs, there is more to her preteen body than just shapely thighs. Her little breasts have just started to form and can be seen as a gentle swelling against her blouses and t-shirts. Only a month ago, Joanne bought Ally her first bras – thin, filmy little things that I had examined at the earliest opportunity – and she is wearing one today. She really does not need it, but with sleeveless tops her mother insists that one be worn. This stretch ribbed top shows the shape of her little tits to the best advantage; there is not much there, but the material clings tenaciously to what there is and her curves are accentuated by the vertical ribs.

I run my hand gently over her breasts, feeling the gentle rise and fall as it approaches her neck. Reversing direction, my hand lingers over her left breast and I squeeze her gently until I can feel her ribs beneath the soft flesh. I move to her right breast and rub my fingertips in decreasing circles until I can just feel her tiny nipple under her bra. I pull the top up to her neck.

Alyssa’s little bra does not match her panties – it is white instead of pink. No doubt she thought that her underwear would never be seen so she hadn’t worried about aesthetics. I don’t care, either. I gently stroke her breasts over the bra and then suffer another loss of control such as the one which resulted in my french-kissing her so violently. My left arm goes behind her and holds her shoulders tightly while my right hand squeezes and mauls her tender little breast buds. I yank the bra upwards, freeing the white orbs and exposing the small pink nipples. I squeeze and knead them with my fingers with an intensity which, had she been conscious, would have made Alyssa cry out. I suddenly realize that to continue with this mauling might very well result in bruising which might be felt when she wakes up and I curse both my lack of self-control and my stupidity. But they are so soft and so warm; they just beg to be squeezed hard!

I lean over her, lower my head to her breasts and try to ease the hurt by licking them. I lick all the creamy white flesh, feeling it move under the pressure of my tongue, then cover her right nipple with my mouth. Drawing it as far into my mouth as her small breasts will allow, I flick the nipple with the tip of my tongue and miraculously, feel it harden to a tiny nub. I move to her left breast and repeat the stimulation and it also stiffens under the assault. Obviously, the knock-out drug has not deadened the nerve endings and having Alyssa react to my tongue in this way sends a surge of pleasure through my body.

Now my painfully swollen cock is clamoring for attention and the head is slippery with precum. I remove my mouth from her tiny pink nipple and leave her adolescent breasts, shiny and slick with my saliva, 

I place a second pillow beneath Ally’s head to tilt it more towards me and sit astride her, fitting my knees between her arms and her sides. I lean forward and with my left hand braced against the headboard, I use my right to position the swollen head of my cock against Alyssa’s rosebud lips. I look down and absorb the sight – one which stays with me still. I rub it up and down her soft cheek, over her forehead and in her blonde hair. I move it down the other side of her face, across her chin then back and forth across her thin neck. Moving back up, I press it against the side of her cute little nose and gently rub the underside of the head over her closed eyes. Finally, I place it once again against her lips and push carefully. I come up against her teeth but her mouth does not open. I use the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to pry open her little mouth and gently push again and this time the head goes in. Alyssa’s mouth is so small that although I am able to push past her teeth, she is stretched to the point where they rest against the sensitive skin of my glans and it is impossible to move it in and out without them scraping. The pressure of her teeth is bearable if I remain motionless, but despite my heightened level of arousal. thrusting into her little mouth is too painful. Instead, I simply hold her blonde head clear of the pillow with both hands and enjoy the sight of my erect cock disappearing into Alyssa’s face; her lips stretched around my prick in a big ‘O’. I curse myself for not purchasing a digital camera on my way home from Russell’s – what a missed opportunity – but it is too late now so I try to burn the image of my erect member surrounded by little Alyssa’s pink lips into my memory forever. I have succeeded pretty well.

I need to cum badly now – all this stimulation has my blood on fire and my mind is filled with the different ways in which Alyssa could make me climax! In the end, though, it is fitting that my first orgasm with this little girl be brought on in one particular way….

Along with her legs and thighs, my other obsession is Alyssa’s hands. They are exceedingly graceful and have slim fingers which seem almost too long for her palms. When masturbating to thoughts of her – which is almost every night – I try to imagine that it is her hand flicking and lightly stroking my prick; her fingers gently rubbing and twisting the head; teasing the cum from my bloated, aching balls. 

And so I lie down beside her - on my back, my head on two pillows, and pull Alyssa towards me. Her head rests on my shoulder - facing me. Her blonde hair smells like Heaven! My arm is around her and holds her in place, gently pressed against my side with one arm underneath her body and the other across my chest. My erection throbs as I examine her long fingers with the sparkle nail polish – so grown-up yet so child-like – and kiss the back of her hand. I turn it over and kiss the palm. I lick it, then take each finger into my mouth and suck it gently; the tip of my tongue exploring the smooth sharpness of her nails. I take her arm and slowly, slowly move it down towards my stomach, her fingers just grazing my skin; down further until the palm of her hand is resting on my cock. I think I am about to have heart failure! Alyssa has her hand on my cock! Her touch is electric and my entire body flinches as if being shocked! 

I lie still and concentrate on the sensation. Her fingertips are barely brushing the bulbous, purple head and it feels as if sparks are jumping from her hand. My subconscious ‘hears’ her little girl voice once more…..

“You want my hand David? Hmmm? You want me to jerk you off? You do, don’t you?”

The dope is still coursing through my veins and it is easy to imagine that she is awake and murmuring softly to me. I take her wrist in my hand, lift it away from my stomach and let her fingers droop onto the shaft of my cock. I let the fingertips lightly contact the skin and brush them up and down the entire length.

“Ohhhh…, Yessss…, Ally…. , that’s it! Tease me, Baby…, tease me hard!”.

“That feel good, David?? Do you want more?”

“Oh, Honey, please! Yes…, more…”

I manipulate her hand to do the things I crave; to touch my cock in ways that make my breath come in gasps.

She places her forefinger on the sweet spot beneath the ridge and rubs in tiny, light circles for a few seconds before returning to the feather light brushing up and down the shaft. She gives it a squeeze and one full, delicious stroke then the single finger returns to the glistening, distended head. Over and around the glans a few times then she drags a fingernail down the shaft and away. A moment later, her palm again rests quietly on my cock, unmoving.

“Does it feel as good as you imagined?” she says, squeezing gently. “Do you like it as much as you thought you would? Do you want me to keep going? Hmmm?”. 

Her fingers curl loosely around the shaft and slowly, ever-so-slowly, ever-so-lightly, start to pump. Up and down four or five times, then I moan in frustration as her hand is removed. I feel it rest on my thigh, her fingertips barely touching my scrotum.

“You are SUCH a dirty old man,” she whispers disapprovingly, “begging a ten-year-old girl to tease you and play with your big ol’ thingy!”  The single finger resumes it’s tortuous journey up and down my cock, slowing at the sweet spot to flick back and forth once.., twice.., before continuing its exploration.
“I’ll bet you want me to make you cum, too. Don’t you?”  The single finger is replaced by all four fingertips; the pressure is ethereal, fleeting, and it makes me arch my back as I try to maintain contact with her retreating hand.

“Please, Ally, yes, please. Make me cum; I need to cum…”

“O.K., I will. But not quite yet. I want to stroke and pet you a bit more….”

“Oh…, not too much more, Alyssa…, I can’t stand it!” She lightly drags her fingertips over the glans for a moment then they are gone. Again I push up to where her hand was but is no longer.

“Not much longer, David…, just a bit more…, I promise…,  then I’ll make you cum and cum and cum…, and spew and spew and spew!!!”  The little girl giggle I hear so often when she talks with her friends.

The frustrating tease torture continues until I can stand it no longer – and then just a little bit more. Sooo good! I finally decide I can take no more; Alyssa’s fingers close firmly around the shaft and her hand begins pumping in earnest.

“You can have your orgasm now, David…. I’ll let you cum, now. Let it go…, I won’t stop stroking this time…”

And indeed she doesn’t. My brain is whirling with sheer lust and the realization that after all those nights of frustrated imaginings, Alyssa is actually jerking me off! Alyssa Markstrom’s hand is making me cum!! I hear my own voice, hoarse, cracking and desperate: “Pump me, Alyssa, Baby. Pump me!! Oh, God!!!, Ohh, GOD!!!!

Fireworks go off in my head and my body bucks under her hand. The hot semen burns its way up the shaft and erupts, spurting repeatedly with an intensity that makes all previous orgasms pale in comparison. It flies into the air and falls back onto my belly and onto her tiny fist, covering it with rivulets of pearly liquid. The contractions finally slow and, breathless, I use her hand to squeeze the last drops of cum from my cock. I let go of her wrist, bury my face in her hair and hold her tightly. Dear God! What a cataclysmic orgasm! The fulfillment of so many nights of fantasy leaves me weak and I lie with her a few minutes trying to catch my breath. I reach over to the bed-side table for the damp cloth and use it to wipe the cum pooled on my belly and dripping from Alyssa’s long fingers. I drop the cloth on the floor then pull her against me to rest. I feel satiated and exhausted but also intensely ashamed of what I have just finished doing to the little girl who has been entrusted to my care. But it’s too late now….

We lie together for over an hour with me breathing in the perfume of her blonde hair and warm skin. I doze for a while, but soon feel the stirring in my cock that tells me that, despite my earlier feelings of shame, I’m ready for more of her, I get up, take the washcloth back to the bathroom and rinse it out. While there, I smoke another joint under the fan and contemplate my next move. I decide that it is time to fulfill another of my masturbation fantasies: I am going to pull down Alyssa’s panties.

I return to Joanne’s bedroom, gently roll the little girl onto her tummy, turn her head to the side and make sure the bedding doesn’t interfere with her breathing. Still slow and steady. Kneeling on the bed beside her, I pull up her skirt once again to expose the pink panties and run my hand over her firm little bubble-butt – round and round in circles, feeling the soft flesh of her cheeks pliant under the cotton. Moving sideways a little towards her pretty feet in their white ankle-socks, I reach up, hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and gently pull them down over her hips until her ass is completely bared. My breathing is again rapid and my cock fully erect as my hands return to her ass for more squeezing, kneading and rubbing. So incredibly soft and pliant, only a few seconds pass before I must lower my head and kiss the pale globes; one side then the other, back and forth, pressing my lips harder and harder, feeling the flesh flatten against my face. I twist around and sit astride her ankles, hold her hips and push my entire face into her firm ass, rubbing it back and forth. I push into the valley between the cheeks and rub up and down the length of Alyssa’s crack, the scent of Irish Spring bath soap and little girl seducing my senses. I gently separate her ass cheeks with my thumbs and kiss her pink, puckered anus. This fabulous little ass which, in short shorts so tight that I marveled her mother had allowed them, has given me so many rock-hard boners – and I am now actually kissing, licking and gently biting it. The skin is so soft under my tongue….

Alyssa is as light as a feather as I flip the little girl over onto her back. I untangle the pink panties bunched at the top of her thighs and pull them down over her knees, her slim calves and her white socks. I drop them on the floor. There it is! Alyssa’s bare cunt! The perfect, naked little pussy I’ve imagined so often! I stand up and pull her towards me until her ass is on the edge of the bed. Holding her by the ankles, I slowly, almost ritualistically push her knees upward and outwards, spreading her thighs as far apart as physically possible. Her pale, hairless cunt lips pull slightly apart under the tension, teasing me with a glimpse of shiny pink flesh inside. Still holding her, I move to the side of the bed and pull her ankles back further until they are adjacent to her tiny ears; her hips thus raised slightly away from the mattress. My cock bobs and dips with a pleasurable aching throb as I mentally compare what I can now see with the way this shy little girl normally acts.

I return to the end of the bed and drop to the floor. My hands are at the backs of Alyssa’s knees, continuing to hold her slim legs in this obscene position; pushing until her knees touch the blankets. Her ass is thus lifted from the mattress by several inches and her bald little cunt is offered to my mouth. I extend my tongue and draw it lightly up along the slit between the little girl’s legs. My head swims with excitement! Once again overcome with lust, I assault Alyssa’s pussy with my mouth, licking and slurping, pushing my tongue into her as far as I can. The taste is very slightly salty, fading as I plunge again and again into her vagina and my saliva dilutes the flavor. I can cover her entire cunt with my mouth and moaning through my nose, I lick and lick and lick the little girl until my jaw muscles ache.

I release my hold on her legs and allow the strained muscles to relax, her knees falling to the side. Bringing my thumbs up to her pussy, I gently retract the outer lips to expose the glistening interior of her cunt. Spreading them as wide as I feel I can without stretching her to the point where she might feel something upon awakening, I lick the exposed pink flesh. Bottom to top, flicking from side to side over her tiny clit, imagining her high little voice urging me on…

“Lick me, David…, lick me! Push harder with your tongue…! Yes, like that…., lick my cunt, David…., lick it! Make me cum…!!”

And then I imagine her cumming, writhing under my mouth, pushing her little pussy harder against my face, her voice rising in ecstasy to a shuddering, moaning climax.

I need to cum myself now and, God help me, I briefly consider forcing my prick into the small vagina positioned at the tip of my tongue. It would be so, so good to sink into this little blonde girl, to push my throbbing penis inside her body as far as I can, stretching her with its girth; to hold her tiny ass in both hands and thrust and pound into her…., but some small part of my inflamed psyche asserts control and I am able to hold back. Instead, I reach along her body, push her ribbed top and training bra up to once more expose her delicious little breast buds and stand up, I lift Alyssa’s legs over my shoulders and fit my pulsing erection, oozing with precum, between her smooth thighs. My hands push them hard together, the warm flesh trapping my cock in delicious softness. I can see her little white socks in my peripheral vision, her ankles resting beside my neck. Slowly, I thrust back and forth, reveling in the friction and warmth of her skin as her legs squeeze my prick. I can see the plum-colored head disappear into the creamy flesh then reappear as I slide back and forth, each stroke causing a jolt of pleasure in my drug-riddled brain. Looking down at her blonde head, I thrust harder and harder – back and forth, back and forth, quickly losing control as the sensations overwhelm me. I now have my arms clasped around the little girl’s knees and am squeezing her tightly; pounding against her so hard that Joanne’s bedroom is filled with the sounds of creaking bedsprings and skin slapping against skin. Alyssa’s entire body is bouncing on the mattress, her blonde hair spreading around her head like a halo. I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm…., here it comes…., her thighs.., her hand.., her little tits.., her firm ass.., her hairless cunt.., her pretty face.., her long legs.., her thighs, Oh, Jesus her wonderful thighs…, Alyssa…, Alyssa…, I’m cumming!! Oh, God…, I’m cumming….

Jet after jet of hot sperm spurts from the purple head and arcs down onto Alyssa’s chest. My body is wracked by jolt after jolt of indescribable pleasure and I clutch her legs hard against my body. Finally, the spasms begin to subside and the globs of white liquid fall first onto her bare stomach then finally dribble down her thighs. A few final thrusts and I pull out, lowering her long legs to the floor. I look down at Alyssa, her chest, belly and thighs glistening with my cum and am once again appalled and ashamed. I retrieve the wet cloth and clean her up, replace her panties and position the little girl in a more comfortable position. Exhausted and totally spent, I lie down beside her and close my eyes…..

I have fallen asleep. When I awake and remember, I glance worriedly at the digital display on Joanne’s alarm clock.  Midnight – just over six hours since Alyssa took the drug. Russell guaranteed eight hours so I embrace her and lie quietly, enjoying the scent and feel of her slim body in my arms. My thoughts drift to the things I have done to this innocent child and although I feel no small amount of guilt at molesting and violating her, I assuage it with the thought that she will never know it happened. No harm, no foul. Right? This conclusion is less than satisfactory but what’s done is done so there’s no point in excessive self-recrimination. There is, however, a point in making sure that she awakens in her natural environment and I do not trust Russell’s estimates of time so I replace her panties, lift the little girl from the mattress and carefully return her to the couch downstairs. I arrange her comfortably on the sofa and after one last peek up her skirt, cover her with a blanket, place one final kiss on her soft lips and go back upstairs.

I awake to the hissing sound of the shower filtering through the wall from the bathroom next door. Alyssa is awake and the relief floods through me. She has recovered from her drug-induced unconsciousness and remembers nothing – I know this because the police are not at this very moment knocking on the door. The clock on the side table reads 9:15 and I pull my robe around me and go downstairs to start the coffee maker. I take the first scalding sip as Alyssa comes into the kitchen wearing her ratty old bathrobe, her hair stringy and wet.

“Thanks for covering me up last night,” she says, “how come you didn’t wake me to go to bed?

“You looked so peaceful sleeping there, I didn’t want to disturb you.” I lie. “You have plans for the day?”

“Going to Erica’s later – we’re going to the mall, O.K?”

I nod and take another sip of coffee. Alyssa spins around and leaves. the room. The relief is palpable – I have gotten away with it and I’ll have memories and jerk-off fodder to last me a lifetime. It has gone so well that I almost regret not being able to share the experience with someone else; someone who has similar proclivities but, of course, that is impossible…..

I pick up the newspaper from the hall floor and take it back to the living room. Alyssa is standing at the foot of the stairs, a puzzled look on her pretty face.

“David? Where did you put my glasses? I can’t find them anywhere!!”

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