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Andrew Roller Presents
THE FIRST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
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Jesus Christ was about 30-years-old when he noticed the little girl
next door. SheÕd been babyish at 6, and kind of skinny at 7, he thought, but
at 8 she was really starting to blossom! Often, as he sat inside his momÕs
house jacking off to Judaic Jugs Monthly, he would hear her playing
outside on the sidewalk.
ÒOne, Two, Three, Four, Open the Door!Ó the girl would scream in her
high, childish voice, as she jumped with quick feet down a hopscotch
diagram drawn with her colored Sesame Street Chalk on the sidewalk.
Jesus realized that a real girl, even a little girl, was better than
jerking off over some other manÕs squeeze. Especially some whore like
the girls in Judaic Jugs, who had already fucked entire football teams of
men by the time she was old enough to appear in the magazine. (Jesus
himself was very holy, and a bit homely, and so still a virgin himself,
despite being 30.)
Jesus, in a flash of inspiration, realized that the 8-year-old outside
his house would be as beautiful as the girls in Judaic Jugs by the time she
was 18. Why should he wait until sheÕd been used by other males? Why
not meet her now, and enjoy her company as a virgin? Who knows? When
she decided to have her cherry popped, she might choose Jesus to do the
job!
Carefully Jesus put away the latest issue of Judaic Jugs. He cleaned
himself up in the bathroom and then, still hard, for he hadnÕt cum, he went
outside. He turned on the hose in his momÕs front yard and pretended to
water the plants. But really he was watching the little girl playing on the
sidewalk.
Her name was Polly. She was short, but well-formed. Her breasts
were already budding and she had a bottom that Jesus could only describe
to himself as Òheavenly.Ó Her upper body was thin, but her hips flared out,
and her legs were long and lively. As she danced on her chalk-drawn
hopscotch board, her long hair, drawn back in a pony tail, swished
invitingly across her back.
It was summer and the sun overhead was hot. Polly had
accommodated herself to the heat by wearing a short midriff that left her
belly bare. Jesus could see her dimpled belly button on her small flat
tummy and he felt a sudden desire to kiss it. How he would love to lick
his tongue across the tanned flesh, and explore that little navel hole! He
could almost hear how sheÕd sigh as he drove his manly tongue into her
virgin navel. And, down below, her virgin slit would be slumbering,
waiting for him to violate her there too.
Jesus realized heÕd wasted 30 years of his life pursuing brazen
women and masturbating over their photographs in Judaic Jugs. Here was
a real female! Small, happy, friendly, and still innocent -- not like the
tawdry Judaic Jugs girls.
Jesus ambled down to the edge of his motherÕs lawn. The sun,
declining in the west, threw his shadow across little PollyÕs hopscotch
diagram. She looked up. Jesus happened to be holding his momÕs hose near
his crotch and as she spied him she smiled slyly.
With a cough Jesus pulled the hose away from his crotch.
ÒDonÕt get my hopscotch board wet!Ó Polly cried. The water from
JesusÕ hose spurted across a corner of the board, erasing the chalk.
ÒOoops! Sorry,Ó Jesus said. He coughed again. How stupid of him!
But he was 30 and so he was tall compared to Polly and so, even though
heÕd just been a dick, little Polly smiled at him with admiration.
ÒWanna play hopscotch with me?Ó Polly asked.
ÒSure... sorry I erased part of your board,Ó Jesus said. Carefully he
laid his motherÕs hose down in the grass. He knew he should retreat back
to the house and turn off the water, but he was afraid PollyÕs attention
would vanish and sheÕd be gone by the time he returned. So, leaving the
hose running in the grass, he stepped out onto the sidewalk to play with
Polly. There was a small ditch between the sidewalk and the lawn and the
water pooled in the ditch and ran down onto the neighborÕs driveway,
missing PollyÕs hopscotch board. Jesus noticed the water, as it ran
through the ditch, carried dirt with it from the bottom of the ditch and
created a dirty puddle in the neighborÕs driveway. He hoped the neighbors
wouldnÕt look outside and notice it.
ÒDo you want to be ribbies or larks?Ó Polly asked Jesus.
ÒHuh?Ó Jesus asked. He knew nothing about hopscotch.
ÒRibbies is throwing the rock this way, and larks is like this,Ó Polly
said, demonstrating.
ÒOh -- Ribbies, I guess,Ó Jesus decided.
ÒRibbies is my favorite. I donÕt really like larks,Ó Polly said.
ÒOh, well IÕll be larks then,Ó Jesus said.
ÒGood. I like being Ribbies!Ó Polly said. ÒHere, IÕll go first. Watch
and you can see what to do when youÕre larks.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. He was a Talmudic Law Student and he prayed
that, being able to interpret the Talmud, he might figure out how a ÔlarkÕ
played hopscotch properly when Polly gave him his turn.
Polly threw her rock. It bounced along the sidewalk and landed on a
square marked with a three.
ÒOne, Two, Three, Four, Open the Door!Ó Polly yelled. She jumped
down the hopscotch board. Jesus watched her ponytail as it bounced along
behind her and he especially watched the jiggly tight cheeks of her
bottom. Her ass stuck out like a small pumpkin, with a single inviting
crease down the middle. Polly wore shorts and she had obviously grown
some since her mother had bought them for her, for they didnÕt quite
manage to cover her little bottom. Jesus could see the white flesh of her
small apple-round cheeks where her swim panties covered her when she
went swimming. But, in shorts now, shorts that were too small for her
lovely round ass, Jesus could easily see the undercurves of her hind
cheeks. Below, her tanned legs danced like the legs of a new foal.
ÒYour turn,Ó Polly said. She turned toward him and faced him, from
the far end of the hopscotch board. Jesus realized he was deathly hard in
his crotch and wondered, without looking down, if his thing was
noticeable. Then he saw PollyÕs eyes drop from his face to his waist. A
little below his waist, in fact.
ÒOoooh, you have a big one!Ó Polly announced. To Jesus, it seemed as
if the girl had shouted it to the entire neighborhood. ÒMy brother has a big
one, but he never lets me see it,Ó Polly said.
ÒWell, uh, yeah, it is kinda big,Ó Jesus admitted. He looked down at
himself. Damn! It looked like he had a bent torpedo sticking out of the
front of his pants.
ÒWanna go inside? If you show me your thing and let me play with it
IÕll make you a bowl of ice cream,Ó Polly said. She stood staring at JesusÕ
prong, her eyes wide, her mouth smiling in invitation. Childishly she stood
with her tummy sticking out in front of her. Though it was perfectly flat
she still held herself like a small girl, jutting it out. JesusÕ eyes gazed at
PollyÕs tummy and then delved below, where her too-short shorts formed a
tight vee between her lean legs. Jesus could almost see himself drawing
down those little girl shorts, peering into her slit! How heavenly that
would be, to spend the afternoon dallying with Polly indoors, in her
bedroom, showing off his thing to her.
Polly walked up the hopscotch board, pausing to pick up her rock that
she used to play the game with. Then she took JesusÕ hand. It felt small
and warm in JesusÕ big manly hand, and he was suddenly elated that he had
this small girlÕs hand in his palm instead of his own wicked penis.
ÒCome on, itÕs too hot out to play,Ó Polly said to Jesus. She gave him
a smile, pushed a lock of blonde hair back from her face, and glanced down
at his torpedo-like prick. ÒLetÕs go inside and make ice cream sundaes.
My mom bought cherries -- we can each have a cherry on top!Ó
ÒYes, a cherry on top,Ó Jesus mumbled to himself. And a thought of
this luscious girl, sitting with her legs wide apart atop his prone form,
flashed through his mind.
Polly led Jesus across the street to her house. As they crossed onto
PollyÕs lawn a cat darted through the bushes along the side of PollyÕs yard.
ÒOoooh, thereÕs that doggone cat! He always tries to eat my
parakeet!Ó Polly declared. Her hand left JesusÕ and she ran up the lawn
after the cat. Jesus watched as her feet pumped across the grass. Her
legs were breathtakingly long, deeply tanned, and he could once again
admire how short her shorts were in back, leaving exposed the undersides
of her round virgin bottom. Polly darted in amongst the bushes trying to
catch the cat. It leaped up onto a fence that separated PollyÕs yard from
the neighborsÕ. It paused, looked back at Polly disdainfully. She leaped at
the fence, almost caught its tail. Alarmed, the cat jumped down into the
yard beyond.
Jesus came up to the bushes where Polly was panting hard from her
effort to catch the cat. She turned back to him. Her hair was mussed. She
drew air into her lungs in big healthy gasps. She passed her small hand
across her forehead to push her mussed hair out of her eyes. Fortunately
the bulk of her hair remained caught well behind her head in a ponytail,
where it swished whenever she moved.
ÒOooh, that cat is SUCH a nuisance!Ó Polly declared. ÒI hope I catch
it someday -- my brother promises heÕll cook it for my parakeet if I do!Ó
Jesus stood admiring little Polly. She was hot and a little sweaty
and her breasts, just budding, rose and fell within her short shirt as her
lungs filled and exhaled. She hugged him. She was short and her face
came up just to his stomach. His cock pressed into her shirt, just above
her breasts. Polly gave a wriggle, as if on purpose, to feel his cock
against her body. Then, sighing, as if from the effort of trying to catch
the cat, but perhaps from something else, Polly stood on tip-toe, so that
her small breasts were forced to accept JesusÕ penis between them.
ÒMmmm, I need that ice cream weally badly now,Ó Polly said. She
turned her face up to Jesus and looked at him quite intently. Then, as if
not noticing how hard heÕd been as he pressed against her, she let go of his
waist and caught at his big hand and led him up to the front door of her
house.
They went inside. Within the house it was dark and cool. PollyÕs
hand felt moist as Jesus held it.
ÒOh, goody, nobodyÕs home,Ó Polly said. She looked up at Jesus and
smiled conspiratorily. She put her finger to her lips. ÒShhhh!Ó she said.
ÒSometimes my dad stays home and naps and even though I think nobodyÕs
home he actually is.Ó Then, letting go of JesusÕ hand, Polly crept quietly
into an adjoining room. A moment later she returned. There was a happy
grin plastered across her face. ÒNope! Not here!Ó Polly giggled. ÒNow we
can eat as much ice cream as we want. And cherries too! IÕll blame it all
on my brother if mom asks who had so much ice cream.Ó
Together Jesus and Polly clasped hands and went to the kitchen.
Jesus looked around the kitchen. The shadows were lengthening in
this room, with the stove sitting quietly in one corner and the refrigerator
humming contentedly beside the stove. Both were white. There was a
drawing by Polly posted on the refrigerator. It was of a heart, with an
arrow piercing it.
ÒI drew that!Ó Polly said to Jesus. She took hold of the refrigerator
doorÕs handle and yanked it open. Jesus felt a wafting of cool air.
ÒMmmm, chocolate milk. LetÕs have some of that too!Ó Polly said. She
reached into the refrigerator with both hands and pulled out a gallon-sized
carton of milk. Jesus could hear the milk sloshing inside the carton; it
sounded about half full. He looked at PollyÕs smile and guessed she
intended to drain it.
Polly put the gallon, which was really only half a gallon, of milk on a
section of kitchen countertop that came between the stove and the
refrigerator. It was just wide enough for the carton to fit on it, leaving
room for a glass or two to join it. Polly walked past the stove to the
section of counter where the cups could be found. Glancing over at Jesus,
she put both her palms up on the counter. She hoisted herself up onto it,
much as a 5-year-old looking for cookie jar cookies might.
ÒI canÕt reach the freezer,Ó Polly said. ÒWanna get out the ice cream
for me?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. He pulled open the freezer. But he watched
PollyÕs bottom at the same time, telling himself he was looking at it, at
her, to grab her in case she started to fall. Once again PollyÕs exertions
caused her too-short shorts to rise high on her ass, showing her white
skin beneath. Jesus realized she must not be wearing any panties under
her shorts. It caused his erection, already dangerously visible, to pop out
more in the crotch of his pants. ÔOh well,Õ he told himself. ÔItÕs warm and
not sexy, I donÕt think, for a little girl in a hurry to play hopscotch to just
yank on some soft shorts and skip putting on panties.Õ But the fact that
Polly was without panties enflamed his lust all the same. He watched her
bottom wiggling as she reached up and opened the cabinet that hung above
the counter.
ÒThis is my favorite cup!Ó Polly told Jesus. She took a small plastic
cup out of the cabinet. It had a rather worn picture of Tweety-Bird on it.
ÒTweety reminds me of my parakeet,Ó Polly confided. Then she put the cup
back. ÒBut I want a BIG ice cream sundae, and a float too, so I need a big
bowl and a big cup.Ó
ÒDonÕt forget the milk,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh yeah, that too!Ó Polly said. She giggled. ÒMy brotherÕs going to
be weally hungry today, even though he isnÕt going to get any!Ó
Jesus put the ice cream heÕd found in the freezer on the countertop
next to the milk. Polly took four glasses and two bowls down from the
cabinet and, placing them on the counter, she jumped back down to the
floor.
ÒWanna bake cookies too?Ó Polly asked Jesus.
ÒUh, I think weÕve probably got enough,Ó Jesus said.
ÒMy mom wonÕt be home Ôtill seven, since dadÕs gone with her,Ó Polly
said. ÒThat should leave us plenty of time to enjoy our ice cream.Ó She
smiled. ÒHopefully my brother wonÕt come home. He likes visiting his
girlfriend.Ó
Jesus opened the container of ice cream. It was a 3-in-1 box,
containing chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.
ÒWanna make our ice creams in the nude?Ó Polly asked.
ÒHuh?Ó Jesus asked. HeÕd almost forgotten little Polly, looking at
the ice cream. For a minute he was just at some friendÕs house,
scrounging a meal. Now, suddenly, he remembered that he was a guest of
little Polly.
Polly took hold of the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up. ÒLetÕs take
our clothes off, and make our sundaes naked, and eat them that way too!Ó
Polly suggested. Before Jesus could stop her, PollyÕs head had disappeared
inside her shirt and he found himself staring at her bare tits. They were
twin little mounds, with cute, fleshy, mosquito-bitten nipples, it seemed,
puffing up from them. Twin cherries, and Jesus saw the nipple-like stems
of each generous teat were hard.
PollyÕs head popped out of her shirt. She grinned at Jesus. ÒI never
got to eat ice cream naked before, but I caught my brother doing it once
with his girlfriend!Ó Polly said.
ÒWell, IÕm not sure we--Ó Jesus began. HeÕd enjoyed admiring
PollyÕs body, but it had nonetheless been a sort of Platonic admiration.
Despite his fantasies, heÕd never really expected to see her naked. Yet
now here she was, standing right in front of him, with her boobies on
display, and a big smile on her face. Unabashedly she tossed her shirt on
the floor and stuck her fingers into the waistband of her shorts.
Before Jesus could stop Polly, she pulled down her pants. He found
himself looking straight at her hairless pussy. Polly, perhaps thinking
that she was, in fact, undressing for her bath, suddenly blushed as she saw
Jesus looking at her private. Yet she managed to get her shorts shoved
down to her ankles, and she stepped out of the tangle of cloth at her feet
as if it were simply an annoyance to be discarded. She had been wearing
flip-flops outside. Those were parked at the front door, leaving her feet
bare.
Polly reached up behind her head and undid the elastic band that held
her pony tail. Nothing, apparently, was to be left on when Polly decided to
get naked. She pulled off the band and her hair spread over her shoulders
and back in a golden sheen. She gave it a toss, then dropped the band onto
her pants on the floor.
ÒWell?Ó Polly asked Jesus. She put her hands on her hips. ÒArenÕt
you going to get naked?Ó
ÒUh, okay,Ó Jesus replied. He pulled at his t-shirt. Polly, though,
had a more direct interest. She walked up to him and took hold of his
pants zipper.
ZIP! Jesus heard his zipper go down as he struggled to get off his
shirt. He lifted weights sometimes, when he was tired of reading the
Talmud, and lately heÕd started to actually develop some muscles. He
needed a new t-shirt. This one, his favorite, had suddenly become rather
tight.
The tightness in his crotch, however, was about to be relieved. He
felt PollyÕs little fingers dig within his opened zipper. The pressure of
her grasping digits against his turgid cock almost made him cum. He drew
in a deep breath, prayed; tried desperately to control himself. He wanted
to reach down and bat PollyÕs fingers away, but he was trying to get his
shirt off and heÕd never had a female actually go for his cock before. It
seemed wonderful, and he was glad it was little Polly, because sheÕd never
got hold of any guyÕs cock before, just as heÕd never seen a real live girlÕs
slit until just a moment ago, when sheÕd lustily lowered her shorts.
ÒEEEEK!Ó Polly screamed. Suddenly JesusÕ dick popped out into
PollyÕs hands. Like some unsheathed banana it lurched out and
overwhelmed her little fingers, the crown of it actually banging against
her nose.
Polly straightened up, but she was so short that JesusÕ cock
extended to just under her chin. She lifted a finger and touched it. Jesus
felt a thrill of desire course through his big thing.
JesusÕ dick wiggled. It looked like some big baton sticking out of his
zipper. Polly eyed it with a fascinated sort of desire, both afraid of it and
awed by it.
ÒYours is bigger than my brothersÕ,Ó Polly confided to Jesus.
ÒUm, thanks,Ó Jesus said.
ÒDo you have hairy nuts hanging underneath yours?Ó Polly asked. Her
eyes were wide, yet she had a curious look on her face, like an explorer
parting the jungles of deepest Africa to reveal its secrets at last. Jesus
looked down at his pubic hair, sticking bushily out of his fly, with his cock
jutting nakedly out like some elephant tusk.
ÒYeah, all guys do,Ó Jesus said.
ÒAre they like coconuts?Ó Polly asked.
ÒLike what?Ó Jesus said.
ÒYou know, do they have milk inside?Ó Polly asked.
ÒWell, uh, yeah, if I get excited enough,Ó Jesus said.
ÒWell donÕt shoot any of it on me,Ó Polly said.
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus replied.
ÒTake off your pants, silly. IÕm hungry,Ó Polly told Jesus.
ÒSure, whatever you say,Ó Jesus answered. He reached down to his
waist, having gotten his shirt off, and undid his belt.
ÒYouÕll do anything for ice cream,Ó Polly told him, watching as Jesus
pulled down his pants.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Jesus answered.
Jesus got off his jeans and pulled down his undershorts at the same
time. HeÕd been wearing flip-flops, like Polly, and his were parked at the
front door beside hers. In a moment he was completely bare, as naked as
Polly. He wasnÕt as deeply tanned as she but there was a white patch of
skin across his loins, where he sometimes wore his swimsuit, and his ass
was white too. Polly was the same, except that her breast lumps were
white too. He realized she must have already graduated from one-piece
swimsuits to bikinis, for her tummy was tanned, but guessed they must be
little girl bikinis.
ÒNow letÕs have our ice cream,Ó Polly announced to Jesus. ÒIÕll get
the scooper. You can scoop it, though, Ôcause itÕs hard and I have trouble.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus agreed. Polly opened the silverwear drawer and
brought the scooper to Jesus. She eyed his balls, hanging between his
hairy legs. Playfully she thrust the scooper at his balls, managed to cup
them.
ÒHey!Ó Jesus said. Polly pressed the scoop mechanism on the
scooper and Jesus felt his pubic hair on his testicles about to be caught
within the scooping mechanism.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Jesus begged. He managed to get his heavy balls out of
PollyÕs scooper. The girl giggled. ÒLie down and letÕs scoop ice cream on
your dick,Ó Polly suggested.
ÒWell, I--Ó Jesus stammered.
ÒIÕll get a soft towel for you to lie on,Ó Polly assured him. ÒWait
right here. And scoop up some balls of ice cream for me, so I donÕt have to
use my fingers to dig the ice cream out of the box. Mom always gets mad
at me when I eat it like that.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. His mind was in a whirl. His cock was rigid and
heÕd never gotten to show it to a real female before, just the females in
the magazines. It was quite amazing to have little PollyÕs eyes respond to
every movement of his stiff, waggling cock. Whenever he coughed, or
spoke, or shifted his hips, his dick would respond, down between his legs,
jaggling about like some IndianÕs spear. Yet he felt good. It was nice to
be admired, for a change, instead of always being the guilt-ridden admirer.
He hoped he wouldnÕt spill his jism onto PollyÕs floor.
Polly trooped out of the kitchen and Jesus, obeying her, scooped up a
half dozen big balls of ice cream. He plopped them into the two bowls
Polly had gotten. Hopefully the girl would be satisfied to just eat the ice
cream out of the bowls, and forget about decorating his loins with them.
He reached into the refrigerator. He wanted some chocolate syrup, if they
had any. Yes, here was some, and he spied a glass jar of butterscotch
syrup too. He looked for cherries but he didnÕt see any. Perhaps her
brother had already eaten them. Oh, well. Little Polly was herself cherry,
he didnÕt want to be greedy.
Jesus saw someone had cut up fresh strawberries and placed them in
a bowl with cellophane over them, as if for dessert, after dinner. Well, he
wondered, they wouldnÕt miss a berry or two, would they? He pulled out
the bowl. He got the cellophane off. Scrounging for snacks at PollyÕs was
better than at some of his other friendsÕ. His other friends often
controlled the food, portioning it out to him, but little Polly seemed to put
him in charge. If anything, heÕd have to control her appetites, instead of
the other way round. HeÕd already had to talk her out of baking him
cookies.
Polly returned to the kitchen. Once again he was shocked to see she
was naked. This was unbelievable! Polly, with her blonde hair and a nice
figure that she was already developing, promised to be one of the royal
bitches on the block in a few years, the kind Jesus could never get dates
with. Yet here she was, quite nude, and quite happy to be in his company.
She fluffed open the towel and laid it neatly on the floor.
ÒThere! You can lie down on that. Then weÕll make a big sundae out
of your dick!Ó Polly told Jesus.
ÒWell--Ó Jesus began. He was looking forward to eating the three
big scoops of ice cream heÕd put in a bowl for himself. He wasnÕt sure,
pretty as Polly was, that he really wanted to see them dumped on his
genitals. He didnÕt relish the idea of eating ice cream after it had been
put on his penis.
ÒLie down,Ó Polly told him. She looked up at Jesus. Her eyes were
big and blue and she wasnÕt quite smiling. Instead she looked rather
insistent, and she pointed with one of her small fingers directly at the
towel.
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. His voice sounded a little high and weak as he
submitted to PollyÕs desire. He sat himself down on the towel. It felt
great under his nude butt, all fuzzy and soft, and he imagined himself at
some nudistÕs colony. He gazed at little PollyÕs enquiring eyes, her head
just a little above his now, and finally he lay back.
It was odd, lying on the floor. His penis stood up rock hard, like
some stalagmite rising from between his thighs.
ÒSpread your legs,Ó Polly told him. Jesus opened his thighs to give
her a complete view of himself. He felt the pressure of his legs depart
from his balls. They felt heavy between his legs. Heavy and swollen.
Polly had the right idea, having him open his legs. It wasnÕt wise for him
to lie there with his legs squeezing his balls. He might lose control of
himself.
ÒMmmm, now itÕs time for a little ice cream,Ó Polly said to Jesus.
She reached up, standing on tip-toe, and pulled the box of ice cream down
from the counter. Then she saw Jesus had put the scoops heÕd made into
the bowls, not leaving them in the box. She set the box aside on the floor
and reached up and brought down the bowls. ÒI see you want some
chocolate syrup and some butterscotch on your dick too, and some
strawberries,Ó Polly said to Jesus.
ÒWell...Ó Jesus said.
ÒShhh! If my brother comes home he might hear us,Ó Polly warned.
She walked away for a moment, went to the door of the kitchen, closed it.
Jesus heard her press in the button on the doorÕs handle that locked it.
ÒThere, that should give us some piracy,Ó Polly said. He heard her bare
feet slapping on the floor as she returned to him. She placed a foot
between his legs. She looked down at him, her belly sticking out, her
hands on her hips. Jesus felt as if heÕd just been captured and conquered
by some pint-sized Amazon woman. She smiled. ÒI like having you as my
boyfriend,Ó she said to Jesus. Then she put her other foot between his
legs. He was afraid she might step on his balls, but her small feet just
barely missed doing that.
Polly sat her fat little bottom down on the towel between JesusÕ
opened legs. He felt like some woman having a gynecological exam, with
little Polly sitting nurse-like between his thighs. She stared at his
swollen cock. She touched her finger to its tip.
ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked. ÒThereÕs something coming out of
you.Ó
ÒNo...Ó Jesus said. He looked down at himself. Atop his rigid pole a
drop of pre-cum had exuded from his pee slit. ÒAll guys make that,Ó Jesus
said. ÒItÕs-- it means I have to, you know...Ó
ÒWell, donÕt do it here!Ó Polly told him. ÒGo to the bathroom if you
have to pee!Ó She seemed about to get up.
ÒNo, I donÕt have to pee--Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh, itÕs like when my brother looks at those magazines,Ó Polly
mused. She put a finger to her cheek. ÒHe yanks on his thing, I think, at
least thatÕs what my friend Sally told me. He yanks on his thing and then
white stuff comes shooting out, all over the bathroom, and he has to spend
an hour cleaning it up!Ó Polly erupted in giggles. When she finally settled
down, Jesus lying nervously on the towel with her between his legs, she
eyed his penis again.
ÒKeep control of yourself,Ó Polly warned. ÒIÕm going to make you all
tasty. But if you shoot out your naughty stuff, then youÕll have to go to
prison!Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Jesus answered. He wondered if little Polly might not
benefit from some judicious punishment, to keep her from taking such an
interest in boys. But then the thought of her bare-bottomed over his lap,
receiving a little discipline, made his balls swell and he had to dismiss
the thought from his mind, lest he do just what Polly had warned him not
to.
PLOP! Without warning, though he should have known it was coming,
Jesus suddenly felt a chilly scoop of ice cream drop onto his balls.
ÒYeeooch!Ó Jesus exclaimed. That ice cream was cold! Especially on
his genitals. He heard Polly giggle and looked down at the small girl,
sitting between his legs.
ÒYour dick got even stiffer when I put ice cream on you,Ó Polly told
Jesus, laughing. ÒHereÕs some more!Ó She picked up another scoop, and
Jesus saw she was using her fingers to do it, not bothering with the
scooper. She squished it down right over the crown of JesusÕ penis.
ÒOooh!Ó Jesus said, a bit alarmed. He was getting a wreath of ice
cream smooshed down over his cock as the scoop, in PollyÕs fingers, was
forced to permit a hole to be dug through it by the pressure of JesusÕ
upstanding organ. The scoop was shoved down over JesusÕ dick by PollyÕs
small hands. When she took her fingers away Jesus saw heÕd been awarded
with an ice cream doughnut around his dick.
ÒDoes it feel cold?Ó Polly asked Jesus.
ÒOf coursse it feels cold!Ó Jesus hissed. He wished sheÕd take it off
him but, at the same time, he felt he should let her have her way. If he
intervened, he might find her over his knee, receiving a royal spanking
from him or, worse still, lying under him, her legs forcibly spread and his
cock doing her permanent harm.
ÒThen hereÕs some chocolate syrup. Sometimes my mom warms it on
the stove before putting it over our ice cream. You can pretend itÕs warm,
though, since itÕs not,Ó Polly said, in a sweet, high-pitched voice. Jesus
felt cold chocolate syrup suddenly squirt all over the crown of his cock. It
ran down the sides of his penis and coated, in streaks, the doughnut of ice
cream ringing his dick. ÒAnd now some butterscotch too,Ó Polly said. She
unscrewed the cap on the glass jar that held the butterscotch syrup and
poured it lavishly over JesusÕ cockhead. It coated his pee slit and then,
with Polly still pouring it, it coated his entire crown. It ran down the
underside of his cock to meet with the syrup already there.
Jesus relished the feeling of Polly anointing his cock with the syrup.
Never before had his penis been paid attention to. Always it had just been
his own hand. HeÕd yanked on himself, guiltily, locked away in his room.
HeÕd never had his dick appreciated, by a female. HeÕd never dreamed it
could be decorated with syrup!
Polly picked up several sliced strawberries. Happily she dropped
them, one by one, onto JesusÕ genitals. Then she licked her lips.
ÒIÕm getting hungry,Ó Polly told Jesus. ÒMind if I have a bite?Ó
ÒNo... go ahead,Ó Jesus answered. But he felt afraid, for what if she
made him spurt?
Jesus felt hot warm breath blow across his penis. It was Polly! He
looked down at himself, just in time to feel her teeth bite into his penis.
ÒYikes!Ó Jesus yelped. ÒDonÕt bite me!Ó
ÒSally says you can eat a boyÕs dick, and he can go buy another, at
the store, in the hot dog section,Ó Polly told Jesus.
ÒNo! You canÕt! I canÕt!Ó Jesus said. ÒIt just shoots stuff and
shrinks, thatÕs all. You canÕt eat it up.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó Polly said. ÒThen IÕll just eat the ice cream, I guess.Ó
Jesus shuddered as he felt her tongue suddenly lick his shaft. God! Such a
wet little tongue! HeÕd never been licked before. Polly traced the lines of
chocolate syrup that had run down his cock. She bit into a strawberry and
ate it. Then she mouthed the scoop of ice cream that ringed JesusÕ penis,
and sucked some of it into her mouth.
ÒYum! Um! Yum, this is good!Ó Polly said, through a mouthful of ice
cream. She looked happily at Jesus. She rubbed her bare belly with her
hand.
Jesus ground his teeth and prayed to Jehovah. He wasnÕt sure how
much of this he could handle. His penis was stiff as a board and throbbing
mightily. He could feel his balls hugging him tightly, yet still enormous
between his thighs. One of little PollyÕs fingers prodded at his nuts. He
heard her say the word ÔcoconutÕ but he couldnÕt respond, he was too
deeply enmeshed in his own need, and his desperate attempt to control it.
Again the licking, inquisitive little girl tongue came to JesusÕ cock.
He couldnÕt believe he was lying bare-assed in somebody elseÕs house,
with their 8-year-old daughter nude between his legs, attacking his cock.
This wasnÕt sex, it was torture! With an older female, a woman perhaps,
he might have dallied all afternoon in her bed, but this little girl knew
nothing of that, only how to play, and he didnÕt really want to shoot his hot
cum all over her face. Yet she kept licking him, and handling his balls, yes
he could feel both her hands on his testicles now, squeezing them. Why
was she doing that?!
ÒCum!Ó Polly announced to Jesus. ÒCum!Ó Jesus realized he was
being urged to spend himself. That little devil-- did she want him
shooting off right here, in her momÕs kitchen? Well, he had a soft towel
under him, he might use it to clean up if he had to... But heÕd have to take
the towel home with him. He wouldnÕt be able to leave it with Polly for
her mom to wash.
ÒCum!Ó Polly said, louder. Still squeezing JesusÕ balls, she pursed
her lips and began to blow across his dick. Who had taught her that? Or
was she just inspired? He hoped she was just inspired. A small lick
caressed the underside of his cockhead.
ÒWell, arenÕt you going to spurt out all your stuff?Ó Polly asked.
There was a frown on her face. ÒSally says a boy does that if he loves a
girl. DonÕt you love me?Ó
ÒPolly--Ó Jesus stammered. ÒIÕd have to be between your legs and...Ó
ÒOh! Okay,Ó Polly said. She crawled alongside JesusÕ body and laid
down on the floor beside him. She put her arm across his chest. There
wasnÕt room for her on the towel and she was lying on the floor. Not
wanting her to have to lie on the floor, Jesus drew himself up onto his
side, lying on his hip, so she could snuggle onto the towel beside him. She
did.
ÒI love you,Ó Polly said to Jesus. He found himself gazing into the
girlÕs big blue eyes. Her face was beside his. She maneuvered herself
down a little, after professing her love for him, and kissed his chest. She
touched a finger to his flat belly. She explored his navel.
With a lusty grunt, not even thinking, Jesus mounted Polly. He
pushed her fully onto her back and got himself up on top of her. He had to
be careful, lest his weight crush her. He felt her legs draw apart beneath
him and he found his thighs between hers, pressing down. His cock was
something of a problem, for he had no thought of penetrating her, only of
coming into a kind of warm embrace with her, with him lying carefully on
top. But his big penis was between them and it stabbed at her tummy. She
let out a little shout and Jesus, lifting himself, had to be careful, lest her
available slit find itself irretrievably altered by his engorged cock.
Jesus managed to lie atop Polly with his cock pressing like an iron
bar into her soft belly. She gasped at the pressure of it. She asked him to
lift up, to get his big pressurized thing off her, but he didnÕt, and they fell
to kissing instead, with her squirming a little underneath him. Her belly
was warm. Too warm. Jesus felt his cock trapped between their bodies.
He moved slightly. Not a wise idea. He felt himself tremble and then, as
PollyÕs tongue licked at his chin, he felt his jism suddenly spurt out onto
her tummy.
ÒOh!Ó Polly gasped. Jesus grunted and moved his hips sharply
forward and back, suddenly relishing his spending, and PollyÕs surprise at
it. He didnÕt stop his humping until all his sperm had been ejaculated onto
her bare, warm tummy.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jesus said. He lifted himself up to look at the damage.
A big pool of white, gooey sperm lay smeared all over his own belly, and
PollyÕs. His penis, still engorged, hung like a sausage between them.
Thankfully PollyÕs virgin slit had been spared. He couldnÕt imagine the
consequences if heÕd actually ripped into her and taken her in her cunny.
ÒWill I get pregnant now?Ó Polly asked. There was a tear in her eye.
ÒNo-- you wonÕt,Ó Jesus assured her. ÒItÕs nothing. I just shot off
on your belly, thatÕs all.Ó
ÒYou got ice cream on me too,Ó Polly said. Jesus saw that all the
syrup and ice cream that Polly had used to decorate his loins had been
smooshed and smeared onto hers.
ÒYeah, well, what goes around comes around,Ó Jesus laughed. Polly
laughed too.
ÒYouÕd better get dressed,Ó Polly said. ÒIf mom comes home and
sees your slippers by the door you might get in trouble. IÕm too little to
have a boyfriend.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. ÒBut youÕve got to take a bath before your mom
comes home. YouÕve got my sperm all over your belly.Ó
ÒWill Mr. Bubble get it off?Ó Polly asked, wide-eyed.
ÒYes. IF you go take a bath,Ó Jesus emphasized. ÒDo you want me to
bathe you?Ó
ÒOh, no! IÕm too big to need someone to bathe me! I can do it
myself,Ó Polly assured Jesus.
ÒWell, make sure you get it all off, okay? Otherwise I wonÕt be able
to play hopscotch with you anymore,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOkay,Ó Polly assured him.
Jesus kissed PollyÕs nose. She smiled and he kissed her lips and she
kissed him back. They lingered a moment, Jesus descending upon Polly
once more, letting his weight lie lightly upon her, feeling her wiggling
beneath him and enjoying the wetness of their genitals. At last Jesus
lifted himself up again.
ÒDo you mind if I take a quick shower at your house?Ó Jesus asked.
ÒI donÕt think I can just put my pants back on, with ice cream all over
myself, and sperm. My mom might be sitting in the living room when I
walk in my house.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Polly said. ÒBut be quick! ItÕs almost seven,Ó Polly said.
Jesus rose, looked at the clock on the stove.
ÒItÕs almost six,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh,Ó Polly said, sitting up. She pushed her hair back from her eyes.
ÒIÕm not that good at telling time yet,Ó she said.
Together they cleaned up in the kitchen. Polly insisted on having a
big glass of chocolate milk, leaving Jesus to do most of the clean-up. She
sat up on the counter, her small legs dangling down, swinging her feet
back and forth. She admired Jesus as he got everything rinsed in the sink
and put away. They were both still nude, their clothes on the floor. They
needed to bathe before they could dress.
ÒYou have a cute ass,Ó Polly told Jesus.
ÒThanks. You do too,Ó Jesus said. He looked at the girl. She was
grinning at him, a big chocolate milk mustache smeared onto her upper lip.
ÒWe could probably go have more ice cream before we have our
bath,Ó Polly said.
ÒNo-- not today,Ó Jesus said. ÒI need to get cleaned up and out of
here before your parents come home!Ó
ÒOr my brother,Ó Polly said, over the rim of her glass, taking another
gulp of her milk. Her voice echoed inside her glass.
ÒYeah, him too,Ó Jesus said.
ÒDo you think that cat is trying to sneak back into my yard?Ó Polly
asked. She craned her neck, looking toward the window. Jesus could just
imagine her running around naked outside, chasing the cat, his sperm all
over her belly.
ÒUh, IÕll help you defend against the cat. LetÕs just get clean, okay?Ó
Jesus asked. He walked over to the girl and prised the chocolate milk
glass out of her fingers. He took hold of her small body, feeling her frail
ribs under his fingers. He lifted her from the counter and set her down on
the floor. Her eyes widened with pleasure as her face dropped down to the
level of his dick.
ÒYouÕre getting hard again!Ó Polly declared.
ÒYeah-- I know,Ó Jesus admitted. HeÕd never gotten hard again like
this at home, jerking off, but with sexy little Polly still nude, and himself
nude, he felt inspired.
ÒLetÕs lie down on the floor and do it again!Ó Polly said. Her eyes
were bright.
ÒI canÕt-- thereÕs no time,Ó Jesus said. ÒMaybe in the bath, if youÕre
good.Ó He took her hand. Disconsolately she let him lead her from the
kitchen, past the door, which Jesus unlocked and opened. He took her
upstairs to where her bathtub was.
ÒUsually I donÕt have to take a bath until eight,Ó Polly said to Jesus.
She watched him turn on the water. It flowed lustily into the tub.
ÒItÕll be fun,Ó Jesus said. He looked around, saw a bottle of Mr.
Bubble, and sprinkled it liberally into the churning, rising water. He took
PollyÕs hand. He saw her eyes dart to his stiffened cock. He wondered if,
had he been small, she might have resisted his putting her into the bath.
But he was hard, not soft, and so she let him take her. Together they
stepped into the water. They sat down. Polly smiled up at Jesus and felt
under the bubbled surface of the water for his prick.
ÒNot that again,Ó Jesus said. He felt her small hands caressing his
cock. He desired to spend again, and had to fight the urge. Her fingernails
found his pee slit and poked at it.
ÒShoot out your stuff, under the water. No one will see!Ó Polly
urged. She drew closer to him. She spread her legs so that she sat with
her slit almost touching the head of his cock, her legs out beyond his
waist.
ÒNo! I canÕt,Ó Jesus said. But PollyÕs hands tugged at his big thing
urgently. Her eyes looked up at his, sparkling, inviting him to do what he
so badly wished to, all over again.
ÒAh! Unh!Ó Jesus suddenly grunted. He felt his sperm shoot out and,
with a wild look in his eyes, realized his dick was pressed right against
PollyÕs slit. He wasnÕt spending into the bathwater, as sheÕd urged. He
was shooting his cum right into her!
ÒOoooh, I can feel you,Ó Polly said. She urged her hips forward and
her slit bumped hard against the crown of JesusÕ cock. His pee slit parted
the lips of her slit. His cum, shooting out, went directly into her private.
Afterwards they sat for awhile in the tub, embracing. She was still
virgin, of course, and Jesus wanted to keep her that way, but he had
violated her a little, jettisoning his load into her adjacent cunt lips. They
shared kisses and Polly told Jesus the name of her rubber duck. It smiled
from the edge of the tub. She put it in the water and sailed it between his
thighs.
They washed each other. They tried to hurry but it was a delight,
soaping each otherÕs nude, tanned bodies, and they took longer than they
should have.
Suddenly Jesus realized it must be almost seven.
ÒSorry, IÕve got to go,Ó Jesus said. He kissed Polly on her forehead.
He rose from the tub. Her eyes watched him, loving his body as it rose, all
hairy and wet, from the foam of their shared bath. Quickly Jesus stepped
out of the tub and reached for a towel. He towelled himself. Polly smiled
at him.
ÒAre you done?Ó Jesus asked Polly.
ÒNo, I want to play with Lucky Duckie,Ó Polly said. She lifted her
duck up and waved it in the air, as if it could fly. ÒHeÕs a super duck. He
keeps the cat away,Ó Polly said.
ÒWell, bye,Ó Jesus told her. ÒTry not to sit in there too long, okay?
ItÕs better if you get out and put your clothes back on.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Polly said. ÒMom will be happy that I took my bath
early.Ó
Jesus leaned into the tub and kissed the girl once more, just on her
forehead. Then he stood erect again. He was naked. He had to go
downstairs and get his clothes. Polly cupped her hand and waved goodbye
to him, smiling a smile as pure and angelic as an angel.
ÒSo long,Ó Jesus said.
ÒBye, bye,Ó Polly replied. ÒDuckie says ÔbyeÕ too.Ó
ÒBye, duckie,Ó Jesus said to her duck, to make her happy. Polly
giggled.
Jesus went downstairs. He put on his clothes. He was about to take
PollyÕs clothes upstairs to her when he heard the front door open. With a
sudden spasm of terror, he ran quickly around and out of the kitchen and
into the small dining room beside the kitchen. There was a sliding glass
door there. Quickly he opened it and stepped barefoot out onto the porch
behind PollyÕs house.
Just in time. PollyÕs mother came into the kitchen, Jesus just
having disappeared around the side of the house.
ÒPolly! What are your clothes doing lying here on the floor in the
kitchen!Ó PollyÕs mother called out. Jesus didnÕt hear PollyÕs reply; he was
darting down along the bushes. He saw the cat, standing on top of the
fence that separated PollyÕs property from her neighborÕs. The cat jumped
down into the other yard, disappearing. Jesus moved quickly down to the
end of PollyÕs front yard and crossed out onto the street.
Someone had turned off the hose in his front yard. His mother, Jesus
guessed. He glanced at the neighborsÕ drive. The puddle had mostly
evaporated, there was only a residue of dirt there. Nothing he necessarily
caused, Jesus reasoned, even though he had, of course. He dragged the hose
up into his momÕs yard and bundled it into a coil next to the house.
Later that evening, Polly called Jesus on her Mickey Mouse phone.
ÒHi,Ó Polly said. ÒWhatÕcha doinÕ?Ó
ÒIÕm, uh, reading the Talmud,Ó Jesus answered. He was sitting on his
bed. PollyÕs voice was soft in the phone.
ÒIÕm supposed to be asleep, but IÕm not sleepy,Ó Polly said
confidentially. ÒWanna hear a tune?Ó Polly asked.
ÒSure,Ó Jesus said. He wondered how Polly would play something
over her phone, without turning on a radio or CD player and letting her
parents know she was awake.
ÒBeep! Beep! Beep!Ó came suddenly across the Phone. Polly was
punching the keys of her phone, to the tune of ÔOld McDonald.Õ
ÒClever,Ó Jesus thought to himself.
ÒDid you hear that?Ó Polly asked in a whisper.
ÒYeah,Ó Jesus said.
ÒI like ÔTwinkle, Twinkle, Little StarÕ better but I donÕt know how to
play that,Ó Polly confided.
ÒThatÕs okay. I didnÕt even know how to play ÔOld McDonald,ÕÓ Jesus
said, though he guessed he could manage it, if he had to, now that he knew
the trick of it.
ÒCan I come over to your house?Ó Polly asked.
ÒHuh?Ó Jesus asked. He really needed to be doing his Talmudic
lessons but the thought of little Polly lying in his bed with him did sound
exciting. And she wasnÕt another manÕs wife-- it wouldnÕt be violating
any of the Ten Commandments for her to visit. ÒI-- well,Ó Jesus
stammered.
ÒNo one will know,Ó Polly said. Her voice was high, lilting. ÒMom
and dad are downstairs watching T.V. I sneak out sometimes to go
patrolling for the cat, to keep it from getting my parakeet.Ó
JesusÕ mom was out for the evening, dating a man. He guessed she
wouldnÕt be back or, if she was, she wouldnÕt be looking in on him when
she did come home, perhaps with the man accompanying her.
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. ÒBut donÕt get caught. I donÕt want you to get in
trouble.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Polly said. ÒMy momÕs real happy I took my bath so
early. Even if I did leave my clothes downstairs in the kitchen. She says
IÕm going to be a nudist when I grow up.Ó
ÒBring my slippers,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh, yeah. My parents thought they were my brotherÕs. They said his
feet must be getting weally big!Ó Polly giggled.
And so it was that Jesus and Polly spent the night together. But
that, perhaps, is a story better left to the readerÕs imagination.
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