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Miss Beauty Pageant
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)
Edited by Boruch

***

Once more was she covered in makeup; forced to dance, 
sing, and walk around in clothes that made her feel 
uncomfortable. Only this time was different, as she was 
now, by one month, a teenager, and the people viewing 
her had plans for her. Plans that weren't in her best 
interest, as Sandy was about to find out. (MMff, ped, 
bi, reluc)

***

When she was only 3-years-old, Sandy Dennis, was 
entered in the "Little Queen of Madison Mall" beauty 
pageant, by her mother, Gloria. For the next ten years, 
Sandy found herself hauled from town-to-town by her 
mother for one beauty pageant after another. 

Now she was 13-years-old, and her mother had her 
entered in the "Miss Teen Thirteen of America." Sandy 
was unhappy once again from being forced to enter.

"Just one more beauty contest, Honey, and then we will 
stop entering them if you wish," her mother had told 
her.

"Mom, I don’t like having to be nude in front of others 
while I change clothes." Sandy had told her mother from 
the time she was 8 years-old.

Until she was eight, Sandy didn’t notice or even care 
about having her body on display while changing 
costumes. Since then, she had to endure many, 
individuals, walking into the open rooms where the 
constants were changing clothes. Often, Sandy had found 
herself being alone for a few minutes with either 
Roberta Wiseman, or her husband, Barry, while she was 
nude or partially nude.

Just yesterday, Sandy remembered, she had just removed 
her dance costume, and had slipped her tights off, when 
Barry Wiseman had entered the "private dressing room" 
allocated to her. The room was not a real room but a 
10-x10 cubicle with curtains hanging on metal rods at 
the entrance. Standing with her right foot on a folding 
chair, she hadn't noticed that "Bug Eye Barry" had 
walked into the curtained area where she had just 
undressed.

She knew that her ass and crotch were on display as he 
had walked in from behind her. 

"You look wonderful today, Sandy, you’re sure to win a 
major prize for your costume, if not first place." 

Barry moved his hand down across her back and onto her 
hip. Then curled it under her small rounded hip, with 
his fingers lightly touching her sex.

Sandy, startled, had jumped. But her foot was still in 
her tights and she started to trip. She felt "Mr. Bug 
Eye," close his hands around her waist, and pull her to 
him, to keep her from falling. One hand crept up and 
was cupping one of the swellings on her chest that was 
the first signs of her developing breast. Barry’s other 
hand had eased between her legs, and his fingers were 
slightly inside the moist lips of her little cleft.

"Mr. Wiseman, you scared me," Sandy said.

But she knew that she must not say anything about how 
he was holding her. The last time she had complained to 
"Bug Eye," and to her mother, she came in last. Her 
mother told her to stop complaining, as no one was 
molesting her. 


***

That had been when she was ten. 

When she was twelve, Mrs. Wiseman, had walked in on 
her, in her private dressing room in Cincinnati at the 
Miss Ohio Prettiest Preteen Girl. Sandy was nude, and 
about to put on her dance costume when Roberta Wiseman, 
Old Mother Hen, the girls all called her, strolled into 
her room, jabbering a mile a minute.

Roberta, said she knew that she, Sandy Dennis, was 
going to win the contest today, if she didn’t fuss at 
being "with people." Sandy had learned this meant that 
either Roberta, Bug Eye, or another couple who were big 
wheels in the pageant organization, were going to cop a 
feel of her body. 

The other girls and Sandy, who were all regulars at 
these pageants created a secret group amongst them to 
discuss their being molested. They had formed an 
alliance to keep track of what they wee forced to 
accept from all the fingers and lips they had come to 
know intimately.

Roberta, walked up to Sandy, and hugged her lightly. 
She held her face in her hands, and kissed her 
forehead. 

"Oh, I know those sweet lips have been fixed with 
lipstick to shine like a mirror for your dance routine, 
but I must kiss them." 

Sandy wasn’t prepared as Roberta lowered her face and 
her own full and perfectly shaped lips were soon 
kissing Sandy’s younger, but even more perfect lips.

Being kissed by Roberta, all the girls had figured out 
was a sign they were sure too win the pageant. All the 
girls knew their mothers did not want to hear any 
objections when Roberta singled you out, and her kiss 
made you "Queen" for the pageant, even if there were 
another day of contests. Now Sandy stood nude, her 
small and lovely lips were being kissed by Roberta. 
Then Sandy felt Old Mother Hen do something to her that 
the other girls spoke of, but she, Sandy Dennis, had 
never experienced previously.

Old Mother Hen moved her right hand onto Sandy’s round 
shoulder, then told her how cute her little boobies 
were becoming as she played her hand across them. Sandy 
had wondered how they could be cute, when they were 
just bumps, maybe the size of a cap on a soda pop 
bottle. The feeling of her tiny boobs being touched by 
Roberta caused mixed reactions. She giggled from the 
tingling sensations in her jutting small nipples; but 
wondered if she was becoming bi, or queer. 

That afternoon she didn’t complain, She had simply 
asked her mother if she was gay for liking Old Mother 
Hen touching her tiny titty things? But Sandy's mother 
slapped her face, and told her to stop being silly.

The next morning, as she was waiting for the $50 makeup 
girl, to fix her face, Roberta walked into Sandy’s 
private room and immediately locked the door. There was 
no doubt what would come next, as all the girls had 
experienced Roberta’s "final inspection" to ensure they 
were made up and dressed properly to be the big winner 
of the pageant. The girls all laughed when they told 
how they were always nude, had no make up on yet, and 
definitely couldn’t be judged by being dressed properly 
when they were "stark assed naked" is how Billy 
Sanderson had described her being checked out by Old 
Mother Hen.

Once more, Sandy was aware of the overwhelming aroma, 
of Roberta’s $200 an ounce perfume, as her arms 
encircled her, and pulled her to her and kissed her 
lips. 

"Good morning, Sweety, today is your big day, so sing 
and walk on the runway, in a winner’s way, and I just 
know, you’ll win."

 As she spoke, Sandy actually awaited the kiss, the 
feeling of the woman’s hands on her tiny nips, and she 
knew, today would be the day she was going to feel Old 
Mother Hen’s fingers playing with her thing.

For a few minutes, Sandy waited for something more than 
enjoying the feeling of the woman’s hands stroking her 
nearly nonexistent breasts. Then Sandy felt the fingers 
stroking across her chest, down to her stomach, and 
onto the tops of her thighs, right where her legs 
joined her body. Then fingers were moving and forcing 
open the legs so they could reach their goal. 

Before they did, Roberta said, "Darling, let's move to 
where you can relax on the sofa."

Before she realized what was occurring, Sandy was not 
only having her breasts caressed; but fingers were once 
more prying open her legs.

Sandy almost jumped out of her skin, when she watched 
Roberta moving her face toward her tummy. But, it 
wasn’t her tummy those lips were seeking. Their quarry 
was between her thighs, which she instinctively spread 
open as if this had happened millions of times in the 
past. 

Sandy had no knowledge of a woman kissing another 
woman, or in her case a young girl, between her legs. 
Something in her mind automatically told her to open 
her young shapely dance toned legs. The lips found her 
tiny swollen mound that lay above and on each side of 
her luscious pussy, as the older woman slathered the 
spot where until now, only Barry had ever touched.

None of the girls had ventured to tell each other that 
they had felt Roberta’s lips on their pussy mound. 
Sandy guessed, that they would be thought queer. Since 
no one wanted to be labeled gay; this part of being the 
winner had remained a secret. From that moment on, even 
Sandy never admitted to having been eaten out by 
Roberta.

Roberta kissed and licked the soft folds of Sandy’s 
pussy, Smiling at herself, she knew the young girl was 
scared, yet excited, as the sheen of her sexual 
moisture and musky odor greeted her. The small 
clitoris, directly above Sandy’s female gash. It had 
become hard and stuck out from the crevice that 
sheltered it. There was no doubt that the girl was 
sexually excited. 

Roberta moved her lips once more onto the slick, 
swollen stalk, kissing it, and then pleasuring it with 
her soft and experienced tongue. Thinking, as she 
licked the virgin female pussy-mound and slit, how many 
young girls have I enjoyed in these way, and knew it 
was hundreds, and most were virgins.

Sandy felt the kissing and licking on her tiny twat, 
and she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to bump her 
hips up to Roberta’s face, but was uncertain if she 
should. 

Then her answer came from the woman.

Roberta moved her hands under the girl and took the 
firm swells of her buttocks in her hand, and pulling 
her mouth away from the tiny slit, said, "You can move 
your hips or do anything, even say anything, just enjoy 
and do as you wish, that is what being close with 
another woman is all about."

Immediately, Sandy’s hips raised up to make contact 
with Roberta’s mouth and tongue, and her voice seemed 
like it was from someone else, as she whispered to the 
older woman, "Um, I feel funny, and good all at the 
same time, Roberta, you’re making me want to feel your 
mouth even more, and please squeeze my hips, I, 
Roberta, what is happening, I feeeel, oh..."

Nothing pleased Roberta more, than knowing she gave 
some young girl her first climax, and with Sandy, the 
woman believed she had reached the pinnacle with such a 
girl. This was a first for Roberta, to hear such words 
from a young girl as she gave down her virgin flow of 
wetness. 

Needing to see if Barry had captured the preteen before 
her, she eased her long nailed middle finger between 
the soaking wet sex of the young girl. My god, Roberta 
though, this girl is tighter than the 9-year-old she 
had seduced to the extent that she had punctured her 
cherry while her gay mother held her.

When her finger nail eased against Sandy’s cherry, 
Roberta knew that her husband must he holding off for 
this girl until she turns thirteen, Barry’s favorite 
age. He often told his wife how much he wanted take a 
thirteen-year-old's cherry, just once! 

Slowly, Roberta pressed her finger into the sex of the 
squirming body of the young girl, and finally she heard 
the girl sob out it was hurting her, but she 
kept the pressure of her manicured nail against the 
membrane that closed 
off the interior of the girls virgin sex, and the path 
to her womb.

She pulled her finger out of the 12-year-old girl's 
small crease, so she could play with the hardened clit. 
Looking up at the face of the young girl, she saw a 
dreamy look on Sandy’s face. 

She spoke in a soft voice, asking, "Did you enjoy that, 
Sandy, and would you like me to do it once more, before 
you go win the pageant?" 

Roberta knew the girl wanted to experience the 
sensations once more, so she again asked, "Sandy, I 
would love to make you feel wonderful and delightful 
once more. If you want me to take you to that lovely 
feeling once more, just tell me."

Sandy was afraid to ask, but she ached for that warm 
feeling to pass through her body once more. But, 
finally, the teasing finger on her tiny bump, at the 
top of her sex, reawakened her need. "I would like to 
have you... yeah... do me again... Roberta, I love 
you... and you make me feel good, so... lick me... 
again, please."

As soon as the words left the girl’s mouth, Roberta had 
begun to touch the tip of her tongue to the swollen 
prepuce as she licked deeply into the virgin opening 
between Sandy’s thighs. Gripping one hip in her hand, 
she moved the other onto her trembling pussy mound. Her 
slippery tongue sought out Sandy's erect young clit, 
emerging out of the prepuce. 

As Roberta's tongue swirled around her entire sex, her 
finger was moving over and teasing Sandy’s love button, 
building her to an even higher orgasm.

She brimmed over with pride, as she brought the 12-
year-old to a mind shattering climax.

Waves of delight passed through Sandy, as she screamed 
out her orgasm. "Roberta, oh, it’s happening, I love 
you, oh yes... augh, yes... I love you," 

For the first time, Sandy moved her hands down and took 
Roberta’s perfectly styled head in her hands. Using all 
the strength she could find in her body, Sandy pulled 
the woman’s face tight to the expanse between her 
thighs, until she could hardly breathe.
 
As her climax passed, Sandy laid back on the sofa with 
her left leg hanging down toward the floor. Breathing 
deeply, she whimpered as Roberta caressed her stomach 
and tiny breasts, that were really nothing more than a 
puffy nipples no bigger than of a dime. Looking at the 
opening between the girl’s thighs, now glistening with 
the spendings of her recent cum, Roberta was tempted to 
sink her long nailed finger into Sandy’s sex, and 
capture her cherry, then taste the delightful red 
liquid it would release.

For a few more minutes, Roberta’s hands roved all over 
the smooth skin of the lovely girl. Then, lipstick and 
hair be damned, she pushed her face back between the 
young girl's thighs. Before she was aware of it, 
Sandy's young sex was again the subject of lesbian 
love. As her voice cried out her release, it could be 
heard outside the room where the two women were 
standing: a very young girl and, a lovely adult woman!

"YES, OH, ROBERTA!! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL FUNNY AGAIN. 
IT’S SO STRONG THIS TIME!! AUGHHHHHHHH!!! NO, NOOOOOO, 
MORE, NO MORE, IT IS SO GOOD. I LOVE YOU ROBERTA. YOUR 
TONGUE. OH ROBERTAAAAA! YESSSS!" 

The young girl cried out her reality of her having 
enjoyed lesbian love so completely. 

Knowing others had surely heard her cries of passions, 
she didn’t care Her body was floating somewhere miles 
up in the sky. Next door, Marti DeWisse, listened to 
what she knows was the voice of the pageant’s winner. 
She knew exactly what Sandy Dennis had just 
experienced, as she herself had experienced Roberta’s 
love making techniques last year. The worst part for 
Marti, were the insults she got from Roberta when she 
asked her only yesterday to make love with her once 
more.

"You had your turn, so find some dyke to do you. This 
lady is going to be busy, and you understand the way 
the game is played. So go finger your sloppy cunt, you 
little bitch," Roberta had told Marti. 

But before leaving the girl, her hand reached her hand 
inside the panties Marti was wearing, and within 
moments, had shoved her long middle finger, with the 
razor sharp nail, through her virginity, and despite 
the pain, Marti was nearly coming when Roberta pulled 
her finger from her bleeding sex, and after licking her 
finger, walked from the room, winking as she walked out 
the door. 

"Maybe I will change my mind later, and you’d like that 
wouldn’t you?"

Marti wondered if Roberta would see her, at least once, 
but instead of crying over the lose of her virginity by 
a woman’s finger, instead of a male organ, she smiled. 
At least the woman of her dreams had been the one to 
get my cherry, Marti thought to herself with pride in 
the fact.

Standing outside her daughter’s changing room door, 
while Sandy was having her tremendous orgasm, her 
mother, Gloria, knew what was occurring, and she felt 
herself cringe in sexual delight. She and Roberta had 
more than once brought each other to the highest pitch 
of sex two women can enjoy. For a fleeting moment, 
Gloria thought of enjoying some sexual play with her 
daughter, but then shook off the incestuous idea.

***

Just as she was about to leave, she heard the door 
behind her open, and turning saw Marti DeWisse, peeking 
out. 

Marti asked, "Is something wrong with Sandy?"

"No, she is fine, and would you mind if I sit in your 
room for a few minutes, as Sandy is getting ready for 
the pageant and wishes to be alone." Gloria said as she 
pushed Marti's door open. 

Seeing Marti was nude, took Gloria back for a moment, 
and she apologized as she entered the girl’s private 
dressing room.

Looking at the young girl, Gloria was surprised at how 
developed the girl was, and asked, "How old are you, 
and you’re very attractive, Marti."

"I’m thirteen, and thank you, Gloria," the young girl 
said. She used only her first name as if they were 
friends.

Walking over to Gloria, she hugged her and kissed her 
cheek and told the woman, "I hope Sandy wins, and I 
guess she will for certain, after her shouting out her 
happiness." 

Marti, nude, still hugging the woman, let her know that 
she knew what was happening with her daughter. 

She softly said, "Last year I won, and guess it was 
Sandy’s turn to be judged, by Roberta."

Gloria understood exactly what the well-developed girl 
was implying, but until now Gloria had not believed the 
rumors of how the winner was picked for this particular 
pageant. Now she knew that her daughter had just 
engaged in lesbian sex with Roberta.

Speaking softly, Marti told Gloria, "I wish I could 
enjoy winning, you understand what I mean don’t you?" 

Then Marti hugged Gloria tighter, and again asked the 
woman a question that both knew the meaning of, "Should 
I lock my door, Gloria, and our secret will remain just 
that, a secret between us, but I have to be ready in 
one hour for my dancing routine?"

"Yes," the older woman answered in a breathless voice, 
and she removed her dress, then her bra, and panty 
hose, and was standing nude, as nude as Marti. There 
was no doubt that Marti had been taken by Roberta, but 
for Gloria, this would be the first time she had ever 
considered being with a young girl. In fact, other than 
Roberta, she had been with no one sexually, but her 
husband.

Reaching out to each other, the two females were 
pressing their breasts together, and they each reached 
down and gripped each other’s buttocks.

They were both kissing as Gloria moved the young girl 
over to the cot and eased both of them down. As the 
woman began feeling her rock hard breasts, and then 
sucking on her nipples, she was amazed as how quickly 
this 13 year-old responded sexually. 

No more than five minutes had passed since she entered 
Marti’s dressing room, yet the young girl was building 
to a climax. Slowly she kissed her way down across the 
girl’s stomach to kiss and lick her pungent tasting 
sex. 

"Gloria, I cumming, oh, yes, make me cum, yes, I’m 
going off, yessss!"

Marti was surprised at how quickly the sparks had flown 
between them. 

She wanted to return the feelings. 

She wanted to perform her first lesbian encounter where 
she would be the one playing the male. 

Marti remembered how Roberta had laid over her, and 
rubbed her thick mons against her smaller puffy pussy-
mound. She rolled on top of Gloria, with one leg 
between the older woman's silky thighs, and rubbed her 
lightly, brown-haired pubes against the blonde bush of 
her pageant-friend’s mother.

Slowly, Marti went down on the woman and lapped up the 
sweet juices flowing from her 30-something quim. For 
the next four or five minutes, she gave the woman, a 
tongue bath around and inside her throbbing sex. When 
she felt Gloria about to climax, she slipped two 
fingers into the hot core of the sex she was licking. 
Gloria cried out her release, and knew that she had to 
sample the young girl once more. So she needed to find 
someway to be alone with her yet again. 

The musky smell of female sex still thickly perfumed 
the dressing room as the two women sat together on the 
cot. 

Marti told Gloria about Roberta taking her virginity 
with her finger, and all the bad things she had called 
her. 

They made plans to try and get together later this 
evening, if possible.

Marti, asked Gloria to let her do her one more time. 

Gloria could hardly wait! 

The idea of the young girl eating her out started her 
juices flowing yet again. 

Later, that evening, the two enjoyed several hours of 
hot lesbian sex.

***

"Sandy, my wife says you’re sure to win. Is that 
right?" Barry asked the blushing young girl.

"Yeah, I guess so." 

With concern being evident in her voice, asked, "What 
all did Roberta say about us, I mean me?"

Barry knew what the girl wanted; but he simply 
answered, "Mrs. Wiseman told me that there was only one 
girl who should win, and that person is you. That’s ALL 
she told me." 

Smiling, he asked. "Is there something else I should 
know about, Sandy?"

"No, that’s all, Mr. Wiseman."

Sandy tried not to squirm while Bug Eye continued 
holding held her left breast while the fingers on his 
other hand diddled the small crease between her legs. 

Sandy was having strange feelings in her tiny slit when 
she heard Mr. Wiseman say, "You are so nice, would you 
like to be the Queen today, and my, you have a few 
hairs on your little sex, did they just come in since 
last month?"

The comment caught Sandy by surprise, as she hadn’t 
been aware she had hair between her legs. But when his 
finger pressed between her lips of her sex, then pushed 
their way into her; waves of pleasure coursed through 
her entire body like electricity.

Sandy had stood still, while Mr. Wiseman fondled her in 
ways she didn’t understand. But when these intense 
feelings of ecstasy struck her, Sandy's knees turned to 
water as her body sagged against the man who was 
touching her down to her very soul. 

She sobbed, "Mr. Wiseman, I feel so..."

To keep her from falling, he took his hands away from 
the intimate places he'd been stroking. This was a 
profound disappointment for Sandy; she wanted him to 
stroke her some more. As Sandy regained her feet he 
moved away to stand in front of her.

Taking her hands in his, he asked, "Did you go off, 
Sweetheart, did you come?"

Sandy had no idea about what he was asking, but she 
knew it must be something sexual, and wonderful. 

She stuttered, still trying to catch her breath, "Yeah, 
I g-guess I came, b-but I haven’t b-before, and I-I..."

Once more, Bug Eye hugged her, and to her surprise, he 
was kissed her with his tongue in her mouth. Then she 
felt his hand moving between her thin and shapely 
thighs, and his fingers were playing in her still 
sensitive, turgid clit. 

"Mr. Wiseman, you’re making me feel funny between my 
legs, and I’ve never been kissed before, like you did 
to me, with your tongue in my mouth."

"You’re pussy is still wet. You did get off! Was that 
your first cum? Tell me, Sweetheart, was that the first 
time you ever got your goodies?" 

Then he asked her a very personal question, "Do you 
play with your pussy? Tell me the truth, as I think you 
deserve to be Queen today"

"MR. WISEMAN, I DON’T TOUCH MYSELF! THAT ISN’T NICE! 
HOW COULD YOU ASK ME SUCH A QUESTION???" 

Then Sandy wondered where her mother was. She told the 
man who, again, had eased his finger past the entrance 
of her tiny sex, 

"We better stop, Mom will be coming in soon."

"No, she won’t enter here, until I leave, OH! Sandy! I 
got your virgin cum. Now get your gown on, and you will 
be queen in another hour or so."

Mr. Wiseman left the curtain-made room after kissing 
her once more. Sandy reached down and felt her tiny 
sex. She found it was wet and slick with something. 
Then she moved over and stood in front of the mirror on 
the stand, and looked between her legs, seeing she had 
perhaps a couple of hairs growing at the top of her 
sex. 

Sandy had read novels about a woman having a climax. So 
she knew that was what Bug Eye (no she must now call 
him Mr. Wiseman, from now on) meant by a "cum." 

But she knew, after she pleasured him, she would be 
crowned queen at the end of the contest. 

"Hi, Honey, are you ready to put your new gown on for 
the final judging, and was Mr. Wiseman here to see 
you?" 

Gloria knew that the pageant chairman had been in the 
curtain made room, as she had listened to the 
conversation between her daughter and the man who held 
her fate as queen in his hands.

I wish that I could have seen what had happened during 
the time her daughter was alone with that man, Then she 
remembered the video camera she placed on the small 
table, and wondered if it had all been caught on film. 

She hoped to see him get her daughters’ first cum, as 
she had heard it, standing outside the curtain.

 A few hours later, Gloria watched the video of her 
daughter and Barry Wiseman, and she saw him fingering 
her little daughter’s sex, and was totally surprised as 
she watched the facial expression as Sandy evidently 
had her first climax, and a strong one at that.

Standing alone in her room, and having just showered, 
she was surprised when someone knocked on her door. 
Deciding that it was likely the hotel staff, she walked 
to the door and asked, "Yes, who is it?"

"Gloria, it’s me, Barry, I need to speak with you." 

Opening the door, with the security bar still on, she 
looked around the edge and open portion of the door, 
and asked what he needed to speak with her about? 

"Your daughter is winning the pageant, but I need your 
personal help. Do you understand?"

My God, Gloria thought, he wants sex with me, and 
knowing someone may notice Barry standing outside her 
door, she opened it and allowed him to enter the room 
and find her nude. 

Within five minutes, Gloria was on her back, and Barry 
Wiseman was filling her with his manhood. His cock felt 
huge compared to her husband, the only other male that 
ever penetrated her. 

If she thought Barry would leave after one orgasm, she 
thought wrong! He wasn’t satisfied until he had filled 
her sex with what had to be three massive loads of male 
juice. When she walked him to the door, and told him 
goodbye, Gloria felt his cum gushing from her sex, and 
running down her leg.

Barry wanted her twice more before the contest ended, 
and upon her return home, and two months had passed, 
and she hadn’t had her period, Gloria knew she was 
pregnant with Barry’s child, as her husband had become 
impotent. A week later, an abortion ended her 
pregnancy, and no one else was aware of her having been 
with child.

Gloria looked at her daughter’s pubic area, and sure 
enough there were a few hairs growing over her sex, and 
they were short, and lay outward from the top of her 
crease. Seeing the dewey droplets just inside her pink 
folds; Gloria needed an excuse to check daughter’s sex 
for sexual activity. She told Sandy, "You're kind of 
sweaty between your legs, so stand still and I will 
wipe you dry." as she took a tissue from the box on the 
table

This allowed Gloria to let one finger stroke lightly 
across the narrow opening between her daughter’s legs, 
and she felt what was assuredly the vaginal wetness of 
a climax or at least excitement. 

"Have I sold my daughter to a man, so she will win the 
contest?" Gloria asked herself as she felt the creamy 
lubrication from her little girl’s cunt between her 
finger tips.

During the next hour, Sandy walked like a model. When 
the final judging was over, and they announced the 
third, second and winner of the Miss Teen Thirteen-
Queen Pageant. Sandy listened, as she was announced, 
the winner, and crowned as Miss Teen Thirteen Queen. 

"Did I win for allowing the man to feel my tiny sex, 
and giving me my first climax? Perhaps, it was worth 
the molesting, to win such a great title and crown." 
Sandy reasoned.

After the show, Gloria and Sandy packed their things 
from the contest, then walked into the hotel restaurant 
and lounge to get something to eat. Sandy was proud to 
be the queen, as this was the first time she had won 
first place in a beauty contest. She had won as Miss 
Little something or the other a few times, and when she 
was eleven, she had been named Miss Photogenic.

Sandy could recall all the details of that contest...

Mr. Wiseman had walked in on her that day too. 

Sandy wore only short robe that barely covered her 
loins, when Mr. Wiseman, had asked after he barged into 
her private dressing room and asked: "What are you 
going to wear today, for your final contest photos, 
Sandy?" 

Holding up a cowgirl outfit, which consisted of a short 
skirt, that only came a few inches below her butt, and 
a plaid blouse, and a cowgirl hat covered in silver and 
turquoise pieces, with boots to match the design on the 
hat. 

Her mother had purchased a tiny thong panty for her to 
wear under that skirt. She told her daughter, "When you 
move, this will allow your cute little buttocks to show 
when the skirt flips, and don’t forget how I taught you 
to move."

"Mom, I feel funny when I know people can see my butt, 
can’t I wear tights?"

"No, Baby, the judges will want to see you looking 
adult like, and you have a cute round little hips, so 
make the other girls jealous," Gloria had told her 
daughter. 

Then she added, "Mr. Wiseman may want to judge you 
before the contest, so do whatever he asks." 

Then Gloria added, "Don’t complain or you will come in 
last like before, and it will take a while until you 
start winning again."

"Why don’t you let me see you in the cowgirl costume? 
Perhaps I can give you some pointers on how to wear the 
outfit," Mr. Wiseman had asked.

"Mr. Wiseman, I-I don’t have anything on under my robe, 
and maybe..."

"Fine, Sandy, if you don’t want my help; I will leave, 
and you can take your chances on winning without my 
help!" Mr. Wiseman told her, and acted like he was 
going to open the door and leave the room.

Sandy knew her mother would be upset, if she didn’t 
allow Mr. Wiseman to assist her, and let him see her. 

Then she told the man, "Okay, I will change into the 
outfit for you to help me in how to pose."

"Great, and by the way, let me do some photographs of 
you while you change. They will help in my judging of 
you, and the other girls won't know I’ve helped you."

After she posed in her short robe, Mr. Wiseman had her 
pull it from her shoulders, and let it lay on her legs. 
He then asked her to pose in the nude, on her stomach, 
laying on her side, doing squats, and sitting in the 
chair, with her legs parted, and her sex on display. 
Sandy remembered one series of photos where she was 
laying on her back, and asked to pull her legs back and 
spread them as wide as she could.

When she was putting on her cowgirl costume, she was 
photographed in just the thong, then the skirt, and 
then with the skirt and blouse. It was almost like she 
was doing a reverse strip for Mr. Wiseman. 

A few times she laid on her back while Mr. Wiseman 
hovered directly over her, with the fingers of his free 
hand on her sex. But soon enough, those fingers parted 
the tiny vaginal lips covering her vaginal opening; and 
gently twisted those little nipples until they were 
hard as pencil erasers. All the while, the camera was 
grinding away at her aroused, nubile yet underdeveloped 
body.

Sandy remembered how she had been asked to move over 
and lay backwards on the chair, with her back on the 
seat, and her legs hanging up over the back. Her legs 
were spread so wide apart, Sally wondered how far up 
inside her passage Mr. Wiseman could see as he stood 
behind the chair taking photos of her little pussy. 

 Mr. Wiseman again moved his fingers into her tiny 
little opening, when she simply cried out, "Gee, 
YEOWWW! Oh no, not like that, like that hurts when you 
push your fingers in too far." Sandy understood she’d 
been molested, but couldn’t tell her mom, or she would 
likely slap her. Yet the feeling of being touched like 
she had been, gave Sandy feelings an 11 year-old didn’t 
understand.

Sandy was scared, but allowed her body to be 
photographed whenever she was asked. Now Sandy wondered 
what would happen at the next contest, and it wasn’t 
long until she found out what was to be expected of 
her. Two months later, they were at the Miss Preteen 
National Sweetheart Pageant. Somehow, Sandy was always 
alone when Mr. Wiseman would find a reason to enter her 
private dressing room. 

She seemed to always have a private room. Only she and 
one other girl ever had a private room.

Sandy was standing in her thong panties, at the 
Pageant, when Bug Eye came into her room and showed her 
photographs he had taken before. They were just ones of 
her in the cowgirl costume, but none of the nude shots. 

Before she realized what was happening, Mr. Wiseman 
slipped his hand inside her panties and his fingers 
were playing with her slit. In no time, Sandy felt Mr. 
Wiseman’s finger slipping inside her small female 
opening, like hen had done so many times before

"That hurts when you push it in too far, Mr. Wiseman." 
she told him. 

He kissed her lips, and as he pulled his offending 
finger out of her slick slit.

He told her, "Your still cherry, so save it for me! And 
congrats on winning Miss Preteen National Sweetheart."

"How can I have won, we haven’t finished the contest?" 
Sandy asked, in total innocence.

Worse yet, she later listened as her mother accepted a 
scary proposal from Bug Eye. 

Sandy and her mother had gone to the cocktail lounge, 
where Barry and Roberta Wiseman were seated at a table. 
They invited Sandy and her mother to join them. Mrs. 
Wiseman told Sandy how lovely she looked and was happy 
she had won the title of Queen.

 After cocktails, Sandy and her mom were invited to 
join the Wisemans' for dinner. 

During dinner, Sandy listened in disbelief as Mr. 
Wiseman asked her mother if it would be possible for 
him to take Sandy with him to the Miss Senior Teen 
contest in Ft. Myers Beach, in two weeks.

"She’ll get exposure with older girls. She can take the 
awards she had won over the year with her and have them 
on display with her in a special booth. Some of the top 
contest sponsors will be on hand, and Sandy will be 
given the chance, I’m certain, to be invited to enter 
other contests. this will be great for her future"

The trip would only include her and Mr. Wiseman!

She thought of how he had actually molested her, and 
then taken those prurient photos. 

Sandy wondered what he had done with the photos; if he 
had sold them. "He would never do that," she thought.

She thought wrong! Those photo were being viewed in the 
oriental market, and bringing top dollar.


After dinner, Sandy got her mom alone when they went to 
get the bags from their room.

She told Gloria, "I don’t want to go without you or at 
least Roberta on the trip, mom, I’m afraid of him."

"Stop it right now, you will be all right, and Mr. 
Wiseman will be good to you, Sandy, honey." 

She continued, "Mr. Wiseman likes you, so you be good 
to him. Sometimes he might like you A LOT! So you have 
to let him. He wants you, so let him do what he wants. 
Understand? Do you understand, what I’m saying?"

"Yeah." I thought. "He will be touching me again. 
Giving me those strange needful feelings." 

She recalled how he had made her "cum", as he called 
it. It made her whole body explode with pleasure. 

On the plane, Mr. Wiseman did all he could to make her 
feel comfortable.

At the hotel, they had separate rooms but with an 
adjoining door.

"Sandy, you can get unpacked, and we’ll get something 
to eat. I’m hungry and think you likely are as well. 
There are no meetings until Friday morning, so if you 
like, after we eat, you can go to the beach."

We walked up the street to a restaurant that had tables 
looking out over the Gulf. Sandy was starting to relax 
as Mr. Wiseman, seemed to be just a regular person,
and had not tried to touch her.

When they got back to the hotel, Sandy went into her 
room to put on her bathing suit. When she was all 
undressed, Mr. Wiseman came through the common door. 

"Not ready yet, pretty one?" he cracked. 

She should have been embarrassed, but having been nude 
in front of him before, she didn’t feel uncomfortable. 

He sat on her bed and watched her put her suit on. 

He laughed when she pulled the bikini bottoms of the 
suit up over her hips. "You look like an octopus trying 
to get in those bottoms, a good thing they aren’t any 
tighter." 

He stared intently at her tiny titty-bumps as she 
reached for her top that was laying on the bed next to 
him. His breathing became more rapid he continued to 
stare at her little bumps. 

She felt a little funny, not from his staring but 
because her bumps were so small.

"You’re staring at me, and I don’t have any real woman 
titties for you to see, Mr. Wiseman." 

Her 13-year-old mind was curious, and she sat down on 
the bed next to Mr. Wiseman, and pretended to be upset.

"Mr. Wiseman, I feel so weird, it's like they'll never 
get any..." then acted like she was going to cry. 
Evidently it was a good enough an act, because Mr. 
Wiseman immediately reached out and pulled her up on 
his lap. 

She wondered, "Will he try to kiss me?"

What she really wanted was for him to touch those tiny 
little nubbins, and reassure her that that they would 
get bigger. 

She remembered his touch at the last contest, now she 
wanted to have her private places touched again by the 
man she call "Bug Eye." 

She called him that because his eyes seemed to "bug 
out" whenever he looked at her; whether she was 
completely nude or not. It was as though he was totally 
overcome with lascivious fantasies of having this young 
child.

"What do you think you will never get, Sandy?" He 
asked, while moving his right hand on her tiny boobs. 

"You have nice little buttons, and your breast are 
lovely, and some day they will be 36 C-cup, so don’t 
fret, about how big they are now." 

Then he moved his face down and started kissing the 
small nipples and sucking them between his lips. Sandy 
was not just surprised, and she was feeling a single 
line of pure sexual feeling moving from her nipples to 
the tiny slit between her legs. 

Unable to speak, and knowing she was too young to be 
understand the feelings the older man was creating in 
her body, she just sat on the man’s lap and enjoyed the 
sensations going through her.

The phone rang, and as it was in her room, she climbed 
down, from Mr. Wiseman’s lap and answered the phone. 
"Hello."

"Hi, Honey, it’s mom, how are you, what are you doing?"

"Oh, hi mom, I was just getting ready to go to the 
beach with Mr. Wiseman," and thinking fast, told her 
mother, "I’m in my bathing suit, and was going to go 
next door and knock on his door, and tell him I was 
dressed and ready to leave for the beach."

Sandy heard her mother ask her all kind of question, 
and when she asked if they had done anything else, she 
knew her mother was speaking about what she had just 
experienced. They ended their conversation with Gloria 
telling her daughter, "Don’t give Mr. Wiseman any 
trouble, and do as he asks." Then told each other 
goodbye, and they loved each other, and hung up the 
phone.

After spending an hour on the beach, they went into the 
small coffee shop in the hotel lobby. While enjoying 
the light lunch, Sandy looked at the man she was with, 
and asked, "Mr. Wiseman, can I call you, Barry?"

"Would you like that, I mean is there a reason why you 
want to call me Barry?"

"Yeah, I want to call you Barry, I mean, you know, you 
touch me, and kiss me like I’m your girlfriend. And to 
be honest, I liked you kissing and sucking my little 
nips. 

Am I bad for liking that, BARRY?"

"No, you’re not bad, but when we are around other 
people it would be better if you called me Mr. Wiseman. 
You understand that, don’t you?"

"Yeah, I understand, B a r r y," Sandy said in a soft 
drawn out voice, and felt a need to ask him one more 
question. "Mr. Wis... I mean Barry, just tell me the 
truth, but it’s wrong for you to touch me, like you 
know, like between my legs and on my little bumps, it 
is wrong, isn’t it?" Then Sandy added, "I don’t want 
you to get in trouble, so I won’t tell anyone. But did 
my mom tell you it was okay for you to do things with 
me?"

Looking at the girl, Barry could see she was being 
honest in her questions, but he knew he needed to be 
guarded in his reply, so he told her just enough to 
satisfy her curiosity. "Yes, Sandy, I’m not supposed to 
touch you in an inappropriate manner, but I would not 
touch you to hurt you, so always remember that if I 
should touch you in a way you find uncomfortable, just 
tell me."

"Barry, do you like my little bumps, and when you 
kissed them and sucked on them before we went to the 
beach, it felt strange, but really good." 

Once more Sandy asked, "What did mom say about you and 
me, tell me the truth, what has she told you about 
doing things with me?"

"Sandy, your mother wants you to be queen in all the 
pageants, and eventually crowned Miss America!"

"You aren’t telling me if she said it was okay for you 
to put your finger inside me, kiss my tits, and to take 
pictures of me in the nude, that is what I want to 
know, so tell me the truth."

"Your mother knows I want you to win, and she has said 
I could make both you and I feel good, and so I guess 
that means it is okay for me to touch you and take your 
photographs in the nude." 

Barry knew the girl was weighing the facts, and her 
mother was aware of her being touched by him, and that 
Sandy was now allowing it to happen.

"Sandy, what say we go take so photographs of you in 
the room, and in fact, I will go get my camera, and 
take some photographs of you on the beach, would you 
like that?"

"Sure, do you really believe I’m pretty and can be a 
national queen winner?"

Ten minutes later, Sandy was walking the beach with 
Barry, who was also a top photographer, whose modeling 
photos had won several awards, as did his nature 
photographs. Because of his photos, Barry had started 
the pageants that gave him and his wife, Roberta, a 
hefty six figure income. 

Sandy and Barry walked to the far end of the beach, 
stopping at a jetty, and they walked to the back side 
of the large broken rocks and concrete. Barry saw no 
one else around the area, or could view them as he 
photographed the teen girl.

"Would you like to do some nice shots with your top 
off, sweetheart?" Barry asked the young girl. 

Barry knew from the look on Sandy’s face that she liked 
hearing him call her "sweetheart." 

Nothing else was said as the young girl reached behind 
her and unsnapped the hooks holding her top together.

She handed it to a smiling Barry, and asked, "Is this 
okay? I could take my bottoms off too, if you would 
like." 

For nearly thirty minutes, Barry photographed the 
pretty young girl, and saw she enjoyed posing nude 
before the camera lens. Without having to tell her, 
Barry watched Sandy spread her legs, and place her 
hands and fingers near or on her sex. Sandy inserted 
her finger inside her nearly hairless pussy, and Barry 
couldn’t believe how easy Sandy allowed her actions to 
take over.

Barry continued snapping shot after shot as she wiggled 
back into her bikini. The card in the digital camera 
would hold hundreds of photographs, and Barry knew he 
could make considerable money on the photographs. 

He asked the young beauty, "Perhaps we can find you the 
thong bathing suit you want?"

"Really, but I don’t have enough money to pay for it, 
could you lend me the money until I get home, Barry?"

"No, I won’t lend you the money, but how about I 
purchase it for you as a gift?"

"You would do that for me? Really? OH, BARRY!! I could 
love you!"

That, Barry thought was exactly what he planned, when 
he invited the girl to travel with him to the pageant 
in Ft. Myers. Sandy’s mother had suggested his taking 
Sandy with him, before discussing the trip at the 
restaurant dinner table. 

Barry studied the look on the face of Sandy’s mother, 
Gloria and asked, "You understand, what has been going 
on, has been with your tacit approval. More important, 
is what will happen when I take you daughter alone with 
me to Ft. Myers?"

With a slight gasp in her voice, Gloria understood she 
was consenting for the man to engage in sex with her 
young daughter. Gloria believed it was necessary, if it 
helped her daughter become a national queen.

Barry had set up a video cam in the room before they 
went to bed. He wanted to be sure to place a remote mic 
on the head board to capture the sounds of their 
lovemaking.

Then he thought, "No! I want two cameras, on at the 
foot of the bed, and another close to the side of the 
bed. Hell, I want to watch her expression when I get 
her young cherry.

Walking back to the hotel, Barry found other locations 
to photograph the 13-year-old, and people assumed it 
was a father and daughter they were watching as the man 
took pictures of his pretty, long haired, blonde 
daughter.

They returned to the hotel, showered, dressed, and went 
shopping. They walked In a shop near the hotel; Sandy 
found the suit she wanted. Barry saw how the material 
disappeared between the small and firm round balls to 
her hips and ass as she modeled her new thong bathing 
suit. 

The image provided Barry with pure lust.

When she came out of the dressing room, he saw she had 
a slight tear of gratitude in her eye. 

Barry knew that she was his. 

Now, he wondered, how long he could wait to take her. 
Should I just play with her tonight, and take her 
tomorrow, or wait a couple of days and building her up 
with romance, or simply get her young cherry tonight? 

Hell, I want her bad, and it will be tonight!

On the way back, Barry spotted a camera store. There, 
he purchased two digital cameras that recorded on disk, 
and two that recorded on VHS for five hours, along with 
additional items he would need to set up his hotel room 
as a recording studio. 

Sandy asked, "Why are you buying all these cameras, to 
video tape me? Barry, make me a movie star and I will 
be yours. Do you understand what I mean? I will be 
yours!"

"Sandy, my dearest, I understand what you are saying, 
but do you understand what you are offering me? I will 
make you a movie star, that’s certain. So, you tell me 
how you will be mine."

"B a r r y, do you want to, like you know, do it with 
me, even if I’m young?"

"My God, what you’re offering me is so very personal 
and intimate, if I understand you. I need to know if 
you're serious in your offer."

"Can we discuss this back at the hotel, and maybe over 
dinner. And would you buy me a dress to wear to dinner, 
and some new high heels?" Sandy paused a moment, then 
told Barry, "I want to dress up for you, but all my 
good things are what I wear for the pageants."

"Sure, lets take this stuff back to the hotel, and we 
will take the car and drive down to the mall to some 
great stores."

"Barry, the malls are for older women, like my mom,. 
There’s a couple of upscale boutiques around the hotel. 
I'd like to dress for you in something nice, then leave 
the doors open between our rooms. You understand what I 
mean, B a r r y?" 

She cast her eyes downward and said softly, "Barry, I’m 
scared!"

Taking Sandy’s hand in his, Barry understood the 13-
year-old girl was offering him her virginity, but he 
questioned if she realized what she was offering.

Squeezing her hand as they walked back to the hotel, 
and took their items to their rooms. Nothing more had 
been said.

Sandy sat on the edge of her bed, with her hands held 
together between her legs, that were also squeezed 
together around her fists. Her head was hanging down, 
and her eyes appeared to be shut. Barry's experience 
with other girls her age knew her body language spoke 
volumes. 

Sandy was thinking about what she had offered to do 
this evening. Returning to the hotel, she knew this was 
where she would give up her virginity.

With a soft and gently pitch to his voice, Barry asked, 
"Ready to go shopping, Sweetheart, and you look so 
pretty, have I ever told you that?"

Looking up at the man she knew would make her a woman; 
she was wondering if she should tell him she had 
changed her mind. Then she knew that he would only do 
what she wanted, and nothing more! 

Smiling, answered him, "Sure, lets go shopping. But why 
did we come down three days early for the pageant? It 
doesn’t start until Friday, does it?"

"I have to get things set up, and arrange the 
conference rooms. Also, make certain the rooms for the 
contestants, the stage and other things are ready when 
the girls check in. Besides, I wanted to show you 
Florida, and have someone to have dinner with while I’m 
here. 

So let’s get you a dress and shoes"

At the first store, she found three dresses she wanted 
to try on. Sandy tried on a mini dress that showed off 
her young, thin shapely legs. Trying on the second 
dress, Sandy didn’t like it at all, as it was a 
handkerchief style. 

When Sandy exited the dressing room, wearing the third 
dress, Barry saw it was the perfect dress for the young 
girl. It was a soft blue, and the skirt was about mid-
thigh. The scalloped bodice accentuated her youthful 
cleavage enough to make her seem older, or at least 
have more of a chest.

"Barry, I love this dress, and look how it fits me, but 
I like the first one, but I can’t decide, which one to 
get, you pick out which one I should get."

"Tell you what, Miss Sandy, you look scrumptious in 
both of them, so I say we take them both. Deal?" 

Smiling at the girl, Barry asked, "Guess that means we 
need to purchase two pair of shoes. Right, sweetheart?"

They returned to the hotel, and Barry set up the video 
cameras where he wanted. He then took a large towel and 
damp wash cloth out of the bathroom back to his bed, 
and placed them under a pillow. Barry walked through 
the common door and saw Sandy's her new clothes laid 
out on the spare bed. Looking at the clothes spread out 
on the bed. She had removed the tags, and had tried on 
her new outfits. Now, she was sound asleep on the other 
bed, wearing only her thong panties.

He retrieved his digital camera, and shot photos of the 
blissful and peaceful looking expression on the 
sleeping girl’s face. He took close up shots, of her 
tiny exposed breasts, while thinking of the pure and 
innocent features of the sleeping girl he was about to 
debauch.

Barry leaned over and blew air from on the tiny nipple 
nearest him. He watched as the nipple responded, even 
though it was extremely small, smaller in fact, than 
his own. The cool rush air caused her nipple to pucker 
and the areola to crinkle. The light pink colors of her 
breast buds were so pale, and they were nearly the same 
color as the skin on her body. Barry shot at least 
fifty shots of the nipples of the girl as she slept.

He then picked up the video camera, and reentering 
Sandy’s room, took several video minutes of the 
sleeping girl. He had the urge to pull her panties to 
the side and expose her small sex, but denied himself 
the pleasure. 

Instead, Barry returned to his room and undressed. 
Laying on top of the bed, completely nude, he hoped the 
girl would enter the room and see him nude. 

He set up the one camera to record her if she entered 
his room. Holding the remote switch in his hand, he 
closed his eyes and waited.

After an hour passed, his patience was rewarded, as he 
heard Sandy moving around in her room. He opened his 
eyelids to a slit, and hit the remote button. The image 
he captured would be his body, with her looking through 
the doorway into his room. Sandy was still dressed in 
only her thong panties, and unaware Barry was actually 
awake, and watching her. Barry watched as Sandy moved 
closer to his bed and gazed curiously at his nudity. 

"What must be running thorough her mind?" He wondered, 
as she stood less than a foot from the side of the bed.

For several moments, Sandy stared in wonderment at his 
semi-erect penis. Then, to his complete surprise, 
reached out and gave it a feather-touch with her 
fingers. Barry laid perfectly still as he felt Sandy 
grasp and lift up his penis from where it was laying on 
his lower stomach. She leaned down and looked at it 
closely. 

When he saw and felt the young girl move her lips down 
and lightly kiss the head of his cock, he became 
completely erect, but still pretended to be sleeping. 
His cock was "virgin-bait" and he had a nibble. He was 
about to reel her in.

After kissing just the end of his penis, Sandy started 
kissing it about half way up the shaft. Then lifted it 
up so she could check out his balls and the bag they 
were in. 

Barry didn't move a muscle.

He did not want to shock the girl by revealing the fact 
she was being observed. He was shocked when she slipped 
her hand inside her panties, as she planted yet another 
kiss on the end of his rampant cock.

Barry was astounded by her actions, and watched in 
wonder as Sandy opened her mouth, taking the entire 
head of his cock inside and closing around it until her 
lips held it tight. When her tongue touched the slit in 
the end of his erection, Barry felt his precum oozing 
into the little girl's mouth.

Finally Sandy seemed satisfied. After laying his 
erection back down ever so gently onto his stomach, she 
started to stimulate tiny clit with her finger. 

What Barry did not know, was this was the first time 
that Sandy had ever touched herself, and had no real 
knowledge of what she was doing. Sandy was only trying 
to recreate the intense feelings she experienced when 
this man wiggled his finger in her slit. This very man, 
whose thing she had just kissed and taken in her mouth, 
had sent her to this edge of total ecstasy. 

Barry was uncertain if Sandy got off, but she soon had 
a dreamy look pass over her face.

Backing out Barry’s room, Sandy waited a few minutes, 
them removed her panties, and decided to take a shower. 

Walking nude into Barry’s room, she said loudly, "Time 
to shower, and, oh, Barry, I didn’t know you were nude, 
I’m sorry." 

Barry watched as the pretty nude girl turned and 
quickly left his room, aware she had intentionally 
exposed her nude body to him. Sandy quickly turned on 
the water, then turned it back off before stepping into 
the shower. Wrapping a towel around her body, 

Sandy walked back into Barry’s room, and pretending to 
not notice his nudity, asked, "Should I get dress for 
dinner after showering, or what?"

Barry was still laying on the bed, with his flagpole 
cock at full attention. He chuckled to himself . It was 
obvious that she believed he didn’t know she had taken 
his cock in her mouth. 

"Sure, we’ll get ready for dinner, but perhaps we 
should see what restaurants are around the area." 

Then Barry decided to see what she would say about 
viewing him nude. "Have you seen other men nude, or am 
I your first?"

"I’ve seen my father nude a few times, but he wasn’t 
stiff like you are," and giggling, Sandy added, "And 
certainly do you have a stiffy!"

"Yes, I have a stiffy, but I hope you never tell anyone 
you’ve seen me with a boner on, or I’ll be in big 
trouble."

"B a r r y, I like you, and I will never get you in 
trouble, I won’t even tell mom, but she is always 
wanting me to be with you, and let you do things with 
me." 

Smiling at Barry, Sandy let the towel drop from around 
her body, climbed up on his bed, and laid on top of 
him. Her thin arms hugged his broad chest.

"Why did you call your stiffy, a boner," Sandy asked in 
pure innocence?

Looking into the eyes of the inquisitive girl, Barry 
knew she had limited knowledge of the male body, or the 
street slang used to describe body parts. For several 
minutes they discussed different words regarding both 
male and female males used to identify his penis and 
her vagina, and Sandy wanted to know about fucking, 
screwing, and cumming, and the complete litany of words 
of which she had little or no knowledge.

When Sandy laid down on top of Barry’s nude body, she 
was oblivious that her pubes were juxtaposed and 
resting on the hard thing she had kissed and taken in 
her mouth when Barry was asleep. Now, and with strange 
feelings passing completely through her young body. 
Sandy pressed herself against it so as to part the 
petals of her tiny slit.

"Sweetheart, if you don’t move, you know we won’t get 
to dinner."

"Don’t you think we should get our showers, or you 
might get more than your expecting laying on me as you 
are?" Barry asked the young tiny girl.

"Can I ask you something, and promise you won’t laugh 
at me? But does a man’s thing, your cock, really fit 
inside a woman’s slit, her pussy, between her legs?" 
Sandy asked in complete innocence?

Barry knew the girl had used the word’s cock and pussy, 
intentionally to test out her just obtained knowledge 
of what slang words describe sexual things in life, and 
he liked knowing she had called it his cock. "Sandy, 
when a man and a woman make love, the woman’s vagina, 
or her pussy as you called it, expands between her 
legs, as her pleasure increases and a man can push his 
erection in her. I guess you could say he forces his 
way into her body, inside her cunt, so they can be 
joined in love. Understand?"

"Yeah, a couple of my girlfriends have spoken about 
sex, but still, I don’t understand it all. Can we 
discuss some things I want to ask you? Dearest Barry, 
please don’t think I’m just a silly kid, when I ask you 
about sex." 

Hugging him tightly in her arms, and moving her pubic 
area hard against his erection, Sandy, whispered, as if 
frightened to speak in a normal voice, "Can you fit 
into my thing and would you like to do it to me? Barry, 
I’m confused!"

Reaching down, Barry used his hand to press the small 
frame of the girl against his erection, and his hands 
were cupping her rounded hips, and he could not believe 
how firm they were. 

Roberta, his wife was an extremely gorgeous woman, and 
was in perfect shape for being 38-years-old. But 
nothing, nothing, Barry realized could feel like the 
hips of the girl whose young female sex was pressing 
against his erection. There was nothing in the world 
Barry imagined that would feel like the labia of the 
girl whose cunt was split apart as its lips lay one on 
each side of his cock as it lay lengthwise on his 
erection. Then Barry felt the just turned 13-year-old 
grinding herself against him, and the sensations she 
was creating in his cock-head was causing his precum to 
dribble and lubricate those lips. His need to cum was 
the same he’d felt when Sandy had taken his cock in her 
moth.

"Sandy, tell me, do you masturbate. rub yourself 'til 
you "get off?" Don’t be ashamed to tell me!"

"No, I’ve never done anything like that, but a few 
times I have touched myself, but not to really play 
with myself, that is the truth, Barry. You do believe 
me, don’t you?"

"Why would I doubt your sincerity? You’re a lovely 
person. Do me a favor, rub yourself against me, and let 
it feel good until you give me your virgin cum. 

You’re certainly making me feel good." 

Then Barry felt Sandy’s small body moving faster, and 
he used his hands to guide her in getting off. Barry 
knew he would shoot his wad in a few moments if Sandy 
continued working herself off against his erection. Her 
whole body started to quiver, as a whine start deep in 
the 13-year-old girl’s throat, and then she moaned out 
what was her virgin release.

"Eeeeeiiiiiyyyyy, ohhhhh, Barryyyyyy, I feel funny, 
Barry," Sandy sobbed out in a soft and sweet voice.

 As the girl reached her first orgasm, her tiny pussy 
petals gripped his cock tip like a hot, wet, fist. The 
friction of her cunt opening and rubbing on his over 
sensitized erection, caused Barry to ejaculate. 

He exclaimed, "Hell, I’m cumming, Sandy, you’re making 
me cum, oh hell, girl, you are something else, yeah!"

Sandy in total innocence, asked Barry, when she felt 
his hot cum splashing against her body, asked, "Did you 
pee on me, it feels hot!"

Barry, explained about how a man ejaculates. Sandy 
understood somewhat, but wondered about her becoming 
pregnant if his stuff got inside her pussy. 

"Sandy, have you had your periods yet?" Barry asked.

"No, I went to my doctor with mom a few months ago. She 
told me that I would likely not start my period until 
I'm nearly fifteen. She said that while I had just 
started getting hair on my pubes, it was not coming in 
thick, like most girls my age. I'm not abnormal or 
anything, but just a slow developing girl." 

She laughed as she told him what the doctor had said. 
"Sandy, if you were a flower in a garden, you would be 
a late bloomer. Isn’t that funny, Barry?"

"Yes, but you’re the cutest flower I’ve ever seen, so 
maybe I can be your gardener. Would you like that, 
Sandy?"

"Yeah, and I’ll bet you would pick my flower, wouldn’t 
you, dearest? Almost like you did just a minute ago." 

Then making her voice sound silly as only a young girl 
can do, asked, Barry, "Would you like to pick my 
cherry, and eat it?"

Barry was surprised at the question of such a young 
girl, but as he busted up laughing, asked Sandy, "Would 
you like me to eat your cherry? What say I pluck your 
little hymen? It must be a good one. I know it's thick, 
from feeling it a couple of times. Remember when I put 
my finger in you and you cried out when I went in 
deep?" 

"Was that what hurt when you stuck you finger in me, my 
cherry... that’s what my hymen is right, my cherry?" 

Then Sandy looked as if she was in deep thought, and 
spoke softly, almost so soft, he almost could not hear 
the words. 

"Barry, you can pick my cherry and..."

Then as she started giggling, Sandy said, "Dr. Sherman, 
said my hymen was so intact, that it would take a 
hunting knife to get through it, and she explained all 
about my body, and what it was like being a female."

Sandy sat up and looked at the mess Barry’s cock had 
shot off on her mound and himself, and asked, "Can I 
touch it?"

"Yes, but let's take our showers. We’ll get cleaned up 
and go out for dinner."

After Barry was dressed, he sat in his room watching 
television. Sandy came in, and made a dance like turns. 
As she did, the dress she was wearing, moved out in a 
circle, showing her pretty legs. Sandy was wearing a 
pair of the stockings young girls wear, that comes just 
above their knees, and they were white, with lace tops. 

She asked, "Barry, do you like my outfit?" 

Then added, "I hope you do, because I want to look nice 
for you while we enjoy Our Wedding Dinner?"

The comment caught Barry by surprise, but he understood 
what Sandy was saying in her young romantic mind, and 
she had assuredly decided to give her body to her 
mentor. Barry was thinking about Sandy kissing his 
cock, and taking it in her mouth. Barry wondered if 
Sandy had ever done such a thing before, or was she 
truly a virgin, except for what he had done with her a 
short while before or over the years of her being in 
the pageants?

On the way to dinner, Barry asked, "Have you ever done 
anything sexual with a boy?"

"No, never, I’ve never done anything with anyone, ever. 
Well, with you, I guess, but no one else has touched 
me, or anything." 

Then Sandy told Barry about how her and her best 
friend, Candi White, had discussed sex. They had talked 
about how some boys were cute, but they were never able 
to kiss them. Once, two boys had exposed themselves 
when the four of them were in the woods behind Candi’s 
house. 

"They said they wanted to show us the things they peed 
with."

Then Barry and Sandy were at the restaurant, and the 
conversation ended before he could ask how she knew to 
kiss and hold a cock in her mouth.

After their meal was served, Barry asked, "Sandy have 
you ever kissed anyone, any boy, on his thing? You know 
what I mean?"

Looking across the table, a strange look appears on 
Sandy’s face, as she answered, "You mean oral sex, with 
a boy?" 

Then she dropped her eyes, and said, "One time, I, kind 
of did it, but not really! I’m wasn't sure, exactly 
what to do." 

A grin spread across her face, as Sandy told how her 
and her friend Candi, had taken a banana and practiced 
oral sex on it, after Candi’s sister Barbara had told 
them that was how she learned to do oral sex.

"So what did the guy do when you did it that one time? 
Did he like it? More importantly, did you enjoy doing 
it to him?" 

Then, before Sandy could respond, "When did that 
happen?"

"He was asleep, and didn’t know I was doing it, and I 
just - like kissed his thing when he was hard, and then 
I-I’m embarrassed telling you these things, but I held 
it in my mouth, to see what it was like." 

Then Sandy dropped her eyes, and said, "The man, I mean 
boy, is my boyfriend, or I wouldn’t have done it with 
him."

"That’s nice. The boy must be special to you. He was 
lucky to be the first to feel your virgin mouth take a 
man’s cock," Barry replied. 

When he said, "a man’s cock," Barry watched the shock 
of the words pass across Sandy’s face, as if she had 
been caught doing it to him while he was asleep. 

Then Barry changed the subject, and asked, "So how are 
your shrimp?"

"Great, and I love how they fixed this potato, and may 
I have a piece of the cheesecake I saw on the desert 
cart, we walked past coming to our table?"

"Sure, and I hope you enjoy it, and you’re a great 
date, and why did you say earlier that this would be 
'Our Wedding Dinner,' Sandy?"

Barry watched as the girl blushed, and dropped her 
eyes, then she replied in her soft voce, so soft it was 
difficult for Barry to believe what he was hearing. 

"Tonight, I want to sleep with you, and maybe I can 
take your thing in my mouth. I will let you do it to 
me... you know, oh Barry, I feel funny saying this... 
But, I want you... to be... my first... you know... do 
it to me... Do you want to... do... me? Don’t laugh at 
me because I’m young. Is it okay if I do it with you?"

Whispering his reply, Barry saw that the girl was about 
to cry. She had said things so personal for such a 
young thing that Barry felt an intimacy growing between 
them he rarely felt, even with much older women. Sandy 
may be a late bloomer in body; but emotionally, she was 
beyond her years. 

He answered her as gently as he could, "Yes, I feel 
honored to know that is how you feel about me. I want 
to feel you give me your love." 

Then he told Sandy, "I’m glad you’re enjoying 'Our 
Wedding Dinner' and you’re my own very attractive 
virgin bride."

Holding Sandy’s hand firmly in his, told her, "You’re a 
very special girl, and that is why I have always tried 
to ensure you won something in the pageants. I will be 
right back, but I need to go to the restroom."

Barry walked to the restroom but when he returned he 
asked the maitre’ d if he would do him a big favor, and 
write "Queen Sandy" on the dessert plate when she 
orders desserts?

When the waiter asked it, they’d like a dessert, he 
assumed they were father and daughter, "Would you and 
your charming and pretty daughter like some dessert? We 
have fresh berries, served in a chocolate cup, our 
specialty is our cheese cake." He then described the 
seven different cheesecakes they had that evening.

The waiter had brought the dessert cart to the table, 
and turned it so Sandy could see the slice of 
cheesecake with the words on the plate, "Queen Sandy." 

Unable to speak at seeing the plate with her name on it 
she pointed to it. When the waiter sat the plate down 
in front of her, the teenage girl started to cry. 
Reaching out and patting Sandy on her shoulder, the 
waiter told her, "You’re a very pretty queen, and don’t 
cry, pretty one." Then the waiter told Sandy, "I hope 
you enjoy the cheesecake, and it is my treat to the 
fair young queen."

Barry could see the pride in Sandy’s face, and it was 
obvious the waiter had made her happy in recognizing 
her as a queen, and telling her she was pretty.

After eating, Barry led Sandy into the cocktail lounge, 
and they took a table in the far corner of the room, 
near the dance floor. Barry ordered a brandy, and a 
virgin strawberry daiquiri for Sandy. After enjoying 
their drinks, they obtained the car from the valet, and 
returned to the hotel. During the drive, Barry noted 
that Sandy, who had been speaking all evening, had 
suddenly become quiet. He wondered if she was having 
second thoughts about what she had decided would occur 
this evening.

At the hotel, Sandy asked if they could go to the 
coffee shop for a soda before going to their rooms. 
They took a seat at the counter, and Barry ordered a 
cup of coffee, while Sandy ordered a cherry flavored 
soda. They had not said anything for a couple of 
minutes, but Barry knew that the girl was either 
delaying what was to happen, or tying to find some way 
to tell him she didn’t want sex.

Speaking softly, Sandy asked, "Barry, I had a virgin 
cocktail, and now a cherry soda, so does that make me 
more of a virgin with a cherry when I come to you 
tonight?" she giggled at her comment.

Laughing as he replied, Barry told Sandy, "Yes, you’re 
a cherry-flavored virgin, and I just might have you for 
a late night snack."

She wanted to tease the man a little longer, before 
allowing things to happen. 

Sandy turned, and looked directly into his eyes, and 
asked, "You want to eat my cherry? Then I won’t be a 
virgin on 'Our Wedding Night.' Now which shall it be my 
handsome groom? You can’t have it both ways!"

"Want to bet, you mischievous young vixen?" Barry 
replied.

"Mr. Husband, will it hurt?" Sandy asked. 

Yet she was smiling as she posed the question.

"Okay! In answer to your original question, I doubt it 
will have anything to do with your virginity. If you 
have changed your mind about having sex, I understand," 
Barry answered.

"Oh no, I want to do it! But tell me what I must do, 
and if I can really do it. I know I'm small down there 
I’m small and so inexperienced. But Barry, I want us to 
have 'Our Wedding Night.' Do you understand?" 

"Thank you, my bride and queen, and yes, you can do it. 
I will go slow, but at some point when I go all the way 
in you, I will need to push through your virginity." 

Seeing a funny look on her face, Barry knew that the 
girl was concerned that it would hurt when she lost her 
cherry. 

"Sandy, I will be as gentle as possible, and sometimes 
it hurts the girl when she does it her first time, but 
I will try to keep from hurting you as much as I can." 
You told me your doctor said your hymen would take a 
hunting knife to cut it open." 

Barry understood what the doctor had meant, as he knew 
that some women, had to have their hymens surgically 
removed, and explained that to Sandy.

From then until they were finished with their drinks, 
Sandy was once more her bouncing self, and she even 
joked about finding herself having virgin drinks, and 
laughing as she spoke, "So, Mr. Barry, if I drink 
virgin drinks will my virginity grow back?" 

Then she told how she and Candi had discussed several 
times, and even made a bet, about which of them would 
lose their cherries first. "Can someone tell if a girl 
has lost her cherry from just looking at her," Sandy 
asked?

"Yes, if they get their eye real close to the place 
cherries grow." Barry laughingly answered. 

Then he told Sandy, "No, there is no way to tell by 
looking at a girl." 

Looking at Sandy he continued, "Without a doubt, no man 
and woman, boy or girl, ever discussed about the girl 
giving up her virginity, yes her cherry, in such detail 
as you and I have." 

Then Barry asked very pointedly, "Sandy, are you 
certain you wish to have sex, and no longer be a virgin 
after tonight? It is not too late to change your mind. 
Are you determined for us to make love?"

"Mr. Barry, let’s go to our marriage bed, before I 
chicken out, okay." Sandy said, with an impish grin on 
her teenage face.

Once they were in their rooms, Sandy looked at Barry, 
and told him, "I will get my nightgown on and come to 
your room. Just don’t get mad, if I change my mind at 
the last minute. Maybe tonight we can just sleep 
together, and not do it. You know what I mean, right?" 
Sandy added as she walked into her room.

Barry undressed, and set up the cameras, so he could 
use the remote controls to turn them on and off, and 
place the folded towel on the bed where he would have 
Sandy lay when he took her. She will likely bleed a 
lot, but I’ve never had a virgin who hadn’t started her 
periods, so I don’t know if that makes a difference or 
not. Over the years, Barry had been with several girls, 
who were at least eight, when he worked as a 
photographer. But since he headed up the pageants, the 
youngest was a 17 year-old. 

***

Thinking back to the girl who was seventeen, he 
recalled how she and her mother had come to his small 
office he set up at the St. Louis hotel, where he was 
doing the pageant. They asked to speak with him 
privately. He agreed. The mother was direct, and told 
him, "My daughter must win this pageant, as she wants 
to enter the state contest for a national Miss 
contest."

There was no doubt what the woman was offering him, no 
doubt at all. 

He also knew this could be a possible problems that 
could ensue if things didn’t work out as planned. 
Eighteen, and up, he never concerned himself, virgin or 
not. But this girl was only seventeen, and not yet 
"legal." For his own protection, recorded the 
conversation between himself, the girl and her mother.

"Could you meet with my daughter alone, perhaps in your 
room?" The woman then laid out the situation directly. 
"Wendy, will do whatever is necessary to win. She is 
'pure,' and I’m certain you understand what that means 
to you both, don’t you?"

Barry remembered looking at the woman, and asking her, 
"How do I know you and your daughter aren’t trying to 
set me up, offering me a bribe to ensure your 17-year-
old daughter wins the pageant this weekend, then 
blackmailing me?"

The woman looked at Barry, and told him, "If my 
daughter and I remove our clothes, you can see we 
aren’t wired, and are not trying to set you up." Then 
she looked at her daughter and said, "Wendy, we need to 
take our clothes off, and let the man see was not 
trying to entrap him."

Thinking back, Barry remembered that the mother 
undressed but had to coerce her daughter. In a moment, 
he was looking at twins, with one only a tad older in 
the face, but not in body.

Both women had the full, yet firm, conical, breasts of 
a teenager, that stood at attention out from their 
chests, without any support, and topped off by pointy, 
pink nips. At the time, he wondered how the mother had 
kept her boobs so firm with nary a sag or wrinkle. Her 
body, too, was so trim and fit. He remembered, they 
even had identical, light brown pubic hair. When he 
asked them to turn around, yes, he found out, and they 
had identical hips.

"Mother, I want to speak with you in private. But first 
I need to ask, Wendy are you in favor of this taking 
place?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I want to be sure I win, if I do 
this. Right, mother?"

"That certainly will happen, if your mother and I agree 
on one other point. So, why don’t the two of you get 
dressed. Wendy, you can go to your room and I will meet 
you there, shortly"

"Diane," Barry had recalled the mother’s name, and 
asked, "You look like a twin of your daughter, and I 
want you as well. Can we do that later this evening, 
agreed?" 

Barry saw the look of concern come across the woman’s 
face, and he knew from the rings on her fingers, she 
was married. The diamonds told him she belonged to 
someone with one hell of a lot of money.

"You likely won’t believe this, but I’ve never been 
with any man but my husband. Can I trust you to not 
renege on this? Christ, you must think I’m terrible, 
offering my daughter’s virginity, and myself?"

"No, I think you’re a woman who wants something for her 
daughter very much. 
I firmly believe I will enjoy this evening with you; 
much more than the next hour or so I'll spend with 
Wendy. I think you’re an exceedingly vivacious woman, 
Diane." That is the most honest answer I can give you."

Diane had handed him Wendy’s room key, and he walked to 
the room where a perfectly shaped virgin was waiting 
for him. Memories of that night were still clear in his 
mind: Barry recalled how the virgin was in bed, with 
the sheet pulled up over her. He recalled walking over 
to the bed, pulling the covers back, and looking down 
at the young girl. 

"Open your legs so I can look at you while I get 
undressed." 

He had become erect as he undressed. Before he got in 
bed the girl told him, "Just do it! Don’t make it 
romantic! I feel like a whore, just get off and let me 
alone."

That was five years ago, yet the girl's words were 
fresh in his mind as though she had spoken them 
yesterday. 

He found her comments insulting. Wanting to be sure he 
had the upper hand in reply to her snide remarks, he 
answered her, "Look you came to me. I can walk out that 
door, and you can tell mom you’re a smart ass, so which 
will it be?"

"Shit, just do it. I won’t help you, but will you go 
slowly and gently so as not make it hurt?"

"If you’re a virgin, it will hurt, that you can be 
certain of that. So, are you ready to fuck, Wendy?" He 
had used the F-word just to insult her. Although Barry 
doubted the girl caught the insult in her state of 
mind, knowing she was about to open herself so she 
could be a pageant queen.

One thing was certain, he would make sure the little 
smart ass didn’t forget her first time. Climbing on the 
bed, he positioned himself between the smooth and 
perfectly shaped thighs of the girl, and taking his 
hand placed the head of his cock between the lips of 
Wendy’s 17-year-old pussy.

Once her pussy was lubricated, he started up into her. 
After a couple of tentative moves with his cock, he 
shoved himself brutally as he could into her cherry 
pussy. His cock struck her hymen, and Wendy cried out, 
"NO, IT HURTS, STOP FOR A MINUTE, OH GOD STOP IT 
HURTS." 

Barry loved it! 

After pulling back a short distance, Barry once more 
shoved his meat piston into her virgin cylinder until 
Then he felt her cherry split with his cock soaking 
deep into her torn and bleeding cunt.

"YOUR KILLING ME, STOP! LET ME, HELL WAIT A MINUTE, OH 
HELL IT HURTS SHIT, YOUR TEARING ME OPEN! STOP, I CAN’T 
TAKE ANYMORE! NO! YOU'RE KILLING ME! MOMMY! HELP ME!" 
Wendy continued screaming that she was being killed as 
Barry fucked her. But, as he remembered, he didn’t last 
longer than three or four minutes. He had only wanted 
to hurt the smart ass girl as he tore through her 
cherry.

Barry had moved his cock no more than a dozen times in 
and out of her pussy. Her juices were making it kind of 
easy. Then he fucked her hard and deep, until he shot 
his cum into her. 

Getting off the bed, Barry walked into the bathroom, 
took a dry wash cloth and wiped off his cock. Then left 
the bloody cloth on the sink so Wendy would see her 
virgin blood and cum mixed evidence from giving up her 
cherry for a fucking crown on her head. 

Walking back out to the room to put his clothes back 
on, he looked at the girl, and he remembered she was 
laying flat on her back, and her legs were still open 
as they were when he got off her.

Seeing the mix of cum and blood leaking from the 
lightly haired lips of her freshly-fucked pussy, made 
him become hard once more. He undressed again and 
simply moved on top of her. He rode Wendy for several 
minutes, with her legs pulled up onto her shoulders. 

This enabled him to pound his cock deeper and harder 
into the crying girl. Each time he shoved up into her 
bleeding pussy, Wendy cried out that he was killing 
her. Thinking back, Barry wondered whatever happened to 
the girl, but he did watch her later in the year’s Miss 
pageant, and she came in fifth place.

After fucking Wendy the second time, he took a quick 
shower. Back in the room, Wendy was still laying on her 
back with legs still wide open. She was holding her 
hand down, defensively, over her pussy, as if she was 
trying give it relief from the feelings she had after 
being fucked so hard. He recalled how her breasts were 
as hard and pointed as when she stood up. This amazed 
him, in his experience; breasts usually flattened out 
when the woman was on her back.

Seeing Wendy like this, he remembered it wasn't long 
before he was once more erect, and harder than he was 
at first. Climbing onto the bed, he told Wendy, "You’re 
extremely pretty and sexy, and I want some more of 
you."

"No, no more, please, I’m sore and..."

Barry recalled how he ignored her comments and laid 
down with his head between her legs. and lapped up the 
spent juices out of her blood and cum filled pussy. 

He loved the taste of his cum mixed with her virgin 
blood and passion juices. 

He recalled that Wendy didn’t respond to his licking 
her pussy and clit. So he had moved up over her and 
once more was shoving his cock deep into her sore and 
tender pussy. 

Then he, once more, had pulled her legs up and over her 
shoulders so he could power fuck the busted virgin. 
After several thrusts of his cock deep into her body, 
he let one leg down and held her right leg straight up 
in the air and fucked her so she was feeling it hit the 
side of her uterus. Barry recalled how he had done the 
same with her left leg and this pounded the other side 
of her sexual interior.

Barry finally bent Wendy’s legs back until he was 
pressing the front of her thighs against her rock hard 
breasts. He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked a 
woman in his life. 

Between sobs, Wendy had begged him, "Don’t fuck me so 
hard, my god, please don’t fuck me so hard!"

That evening, he went to Diane’s room, and was 
surprised to see her still dressed in the business suit 
she had on when she offered him her virgin daughter and 
herself. "Hello, Diane, I love you in that suit, and 
you look nice in charcoal grey."

"Tell me, Mr. Wiseman, did you need to be brutal with 
my daughter, and you were aware she was pure and not 
used to a man?"

"First of all, why not call me Barry, and I can assure 
you, I was as gentle as I could be, but if your 
daughter's hymen was anything like yours, your husband 
must have experienced the same degree of a problem in 
entering you."

Thinking back to that lie, he still could see the image 
on her face, when he said that her husband must have 
had a problem busting her thick hymen.

"Barry, I’m not certain if I can go through this, and 
even though I removed my clothes earlier in front of 
you, I don’t feel as bold at this moment."


Barry recalled how he had taken Diane in his arms, and 
held her close. But made no move to start an intimate 
act with her. Thinking for a moment, he told her, "You 
know, Diane, the girls will be tied up until around 
nine, and that doesn’t give us more than an hour. 
Perhaps I should get another room that has more 
privacy." 

Smiling as he saw the woman get a relaxed expression on 
her face as she asked him, "Would you do that, yes, 
that would be nice if you would."

He had Diane meet him for a cocktail in the lounge, 
while he got the room. They were enjoying their drinks 
when he asked, "Was your daughter upset, about what 
happened. If so I’m sorry, but she was waiting for me, 
and was nude in bed, when I opened the door with the 
key you provided me?"

"She said you hurt her a lot, and thought you were 
overly rough. She was nude in bed, at my suggestion. I 
told her that she might not be as embarrassed in having 
to undress once more in front of you, and suggested 
that she wait for you in her own bed."

"Barry, what happened, I mean... you know, what was it 
like for my little girl, did... was it, Barry was it a 
difficult time for Wendy?"

"Diane, yes and no." Then he added, "Your daughter was 
still a virgin, if that is what you're asking. Toward 
the end, I believe she accepted what was happening, 
even knowing why she was allowing me to make love to 
her." 

Barry, smiled to himself, "She felt me in her, but she 
was a virgin when I entered her, so what else can I say 
or tell you? Do you want the details, and would you 
want to have me told her what it will be like between 
you and me, really Diane?" 

"Please, Barry don’t make it seem cruel. This wasn’t 
easy for me nor Wendy. I’m glad she was pure, hell that 
must be an oxymoron, if there ever was one."


Taking the elevator to the very private suite on the 
25th floor that Barry had reserved. It required the use 
of a special key to use elevator to that floor. Once 
they were in the room, Barry walked over to the small 
bar, and asked, "Would you enjoy another cocktail, or 
perhaps a wine?"

"Wine would be nice, and do you mind if I shower before 
we...?" 

Barry recalled how the woman could not finish her 
question that would mean they would be having sex. 

He told her as she hesitated, "Certainly, if you wish 
Diane, and perhaps I will also, once you are done."

After showering, Diane, walked out into the room with a 
hotel robe wrapped around her body. Barry then excused 
himself and took a quick shower. Finding a second robe, 
he put it on and walked out to the living room of the 
suite, and sat down in the chair across from the small 
sofa where Diane was seated.

The woman was a beautiful sight as she sat with her 
legs curled up under her, in the white robe. The manner 
in which she held her glass of wine had told Barry she 
was a woman of wealth, and that she knew how to be at 
ease. Yet, there was a strain showing on her face. He 
knew she was thinking of her marriage vows, now that 
she was in a hotel room about to commit adultery.

Standing up, Barry moved over to the large window, and 
as he did, he dimmed the room lights, and said, "Diane, 
look at the beauty of the city as it appears with the 
street and building lights on."

Diane got up and stood next to him with her body 
pressing against his as they looked out at the night 
view of St. Louis. Barry had reached out and lightly 
wrapped his arm around her waist. Without having to 
pull her closer, he simply held her. When she rested 
her perfumed head on his upper arm, breathing deeply; 
he knew the woman was ready to honor her offer to have 
sex with him in return of her daughter winning the 
pageant.

They stood before the window, enjoying the scene of the 
city at night, and finished their wine. Barry took 
their glasses and sat them down on a nearby table. 

One thing he knew for certain; he would go slow with 
this woman. He wanted her more than once. Hell, he 
enjoyed being rough with her daughter more than once, 
but she had been a bitch. He was truly glad he’d 
punished Wendy enough for her to go crying back to her 
mother.

Taking the older woman in his arms, he knew he was 
going to be gentle with her. He was smitten with lust, 
he vowed to make this night of passion so sensual, so 
sexual, she would never forget it! The next time her 
husband lay on top of her; she would be dreaming of 
Barry penetrating her.

Still holding Diane gently in his arms, Barry had moved 
his left hand up to stroke the side of her face, while 
caressing his finger tips gently across her neck. Then 
he tilted her head back until he could bring his lips 
down and kiss her lips. 

The kiss was only for a moment, then he was kissing her 
face, and neck, and back up to kiss her tightly closed 
eyelids. He went back to kissing Diane’s lips, as her 
body shivered with a combination of anticipation, and 
apprehension. Her very being was overcome with 
pleasure; but her mind knew she was about to commit 
adultery.

Barry could hear the intake of Diane’s welcoming breath 
in response to his gentle romantic kisses on the soft 
skin of her neck under her jaw. Diane moved her arms 
around his body, as she writhed passionately against 
him. Barry knew her inhibitions were vanishing still, 
he was determined not to slip his tongue into her mouth 
until he knew she felt at ease.

"Barry," he heard Diane whispering so softly that had 
his face not been close to hers, he doubted he would 
have heard her say his name. Then her arms tightened 
around his waist, as she moved her lips to his. 

Barry remembered how he felt her tongue touching his 
lips. Almost like a snake testing the air with its 
forked tongue, Diane’s tongue just barely touched his 
lips. But he did not relax his mouth when her tongue 
pressed against his lips. He waited until she parted 
his lips with her tongue tip so she could make contact 
with his tongue.

For some time, they remained lip-locked. When Barry 
felt the winsome woman pressing her body to his, and 
lightly grinding her mons against his erection he knew 
she was his. 

Diane pulled her lips from his, and asked, "I can’t 
help myself, I’m ready, but please, don’t feel ill 
toward me, please don’t, Barry."

"That I could never do, you’re an exceptional and 
appealing woman, and I feel honored having just felt 
your kisses." Then Barry told her, "Diane, if you wish 
to stop, we will, I would like to know you as a person 
I have held in my arms and felt offering herself to me, 
but we can stop if you wish."

"Thank you, but no, I want it now. Understand Barry, it 
isn’t for our deal. I just want to feel someone who has 
been nice to me, and experience him taking me as a 
woman." 

Then Berry recalled how Diane had told him, "No man 
except my husband has ever touched me intimately, not 
even when I was dating, and I was a virgin on my 
wedding night. Please believe me, and I’m being truly 
honest. I’ve often wondered at time in my life, about 
being with another man, but never could get past 
thinking about having someone other than my husband 
knowing the intimacy of my body."

"Diane, you don’t need to explain or justify what your 
doing, and again, we can stop," Barry remembered 
telling the woman.

"Come with me!" 

With those words, Diane led Barry into the bedroom of 
the suite and she removed his robe, and then hers, and 
quickly pressed her nude body to his. "It feels strange 
to hold you like this, and you’re so much larger than 
my husband, as he is actually shorter than I am by an 
inch."

Together they turned back the bed covering, and moved 
onto the bed, and Barry still recalled how the 
attractive woman was pressed against him, and she 
reached down and captured his erection in her hand. 
"Barry, it feels strange to hold you like this. You’re 
so much larger than my husband, twice as long and thick 
so be gentle." 

Was it her small, delicate hand or was he really bigger 
than other men? He had always believed he was. 

Once a girl had told him, "You so deep in me, I think 
your hitting my belly button."

Barry reached down and his fingers had found the thatch 
of light-brown, soft straight hair covering Diane’s 
sex. He wondered why it wasn't coarse and kinky as 
other women’s. He slid his finger into her love hole 
and thought, "God, she feels just like her daughter, 
and just as tight. Her vaginal muscles tightly gripped 
the invading digit as Diane pulled him onto her body. 
Her legs were opened for him to settle between them. 
The skin on her thighs felt like silk or what mercury 
must feel like, as they were smooth and he wondered if 
she even needed to shave them as they had no stubble to 
indicate she had hair on her legs, not even a whiff of 
fuzz.

She took his cock in her hand, and told him, "Put it in 
me, oh, yes, like that, oh my god, Barry, you’re so 
deep, don’t move, darling, shove deeper in me, oh 
you’re so far up inside my body... Barry, honest to 
god, I’m cumming already, yessss!"

He would never forget how Diane had pulled him into her 
with her legs and hands; and how she cried as her 
orgasm seemed to go on forever. 

Then as she relaxed, "Now, Barry, now make love to me, 
gentle love, oh yes, god yes, I love feeling you 
stroking back and forth in my love hole, Barry, again, 
I’m cumming againnnnn, aughhhhh!"

Diane came twice more humping her hips up to meet his 
downward strokes. More softly and under her breath she 
moaned out her orgasms. Then, on the last of her 
climaxes, Diane loudly cried out to him, "FUCK ME! 
BARRY MY LOVE, FUCK ME! FOREVER! YES! FOREVER, I..."

Barry had taken his time before he went off, and he 
could not believe the next thing Diane told him, but 
her passions were so strong, and she asked, "Barry, I 
want you every day we're here. Oh my god! I’ve never 
felt sex like this before! I want it over and over! Can 
we spend the night together? Please, can we, oh, Barry? 
Believe me or not, but I’ve never spoken the f-word out 
loud in my life, you’re the first man to ever hear me 
say fuck."

"Diane, you a wonderful woman, I have no doubts in my 
mind that I was the first man to hear you utter fuck. I 
feel honored in the way I heard you speak the only word 
that truly expresses love during wonderful sex."

After they were relaxed, Barry knew he could spend the 
night, as he and Roberta were always switching 
partners, and she enjoyed being with women more than 
other men. Yet the two of then would sometimes spend 
the entire day in bed. 

Diane had called her daughter, Wendy, and told her not 
to knock on her door, as she wanted to sleep in. 
"Wendy, honey, you should go to breakfast by yourself 
or with one of the other girls."

Diane told him that she didn’t understand why her 
daughter had said he was rough or whatever, but decided 
her daughter was simply traumatized over losing her 
virginity.

During their lunch conversation, Diane had told Barry 
that her husband had a vasectomy and she wondered if 
she would become pregnant. In fact Diane had told him 
that her husband had told her to never tell anyone he 
had been fixed, as his friends would make fun of him. 
So as far as I know, you’re the only other person to 
know her husband had been fixed.

One day, about four months after the pageant, he 
received a bouquet of pink roses from Diane. The note, 
in Diane’s handwriting, said, "Barry, I will send you a 
letter about these roses, and it is being mailed by 
over night mail, so watch for it and keep it personal.

The following day he received the letter and when he 
read it, he was taken aback.

"There is one rose, seventeen in all, one for each time 
you gave me your male essence, and now that essence has 
become another person to be, in my body. Only you and I 
know the truth. I have told my other half, I had in-
vitro fertilization, as I wanted another child. 

He will never know the difference. Neither he, nor any 
other man has or will share the place where you resided 
in my body, and my soul. Please believe me when I say 
these things, because after you, I don't even want my 
husband to touch me! He hasn’t since I attended the 
pageant and met you. 

By the way, one day Wendy and I had a long 
conversation. We discussed you in great detail. She 
admitted she had likely pissed you off, but she didn’t 
like losing her virginity for a "fucking crown" on my 
head, (her words, Barry, honest). After not winning any 
more major contests, she posed for some man’s magazine, 
and ended up making porn movies. 

When I told her that you were the one who placed a 
child in my body, she flipped out and called me several 
names, and one started with a big W. Anyway, my gentle 
and tender lover, I will think of you always, and I’m 
going to move, so you won’t be able to locate me. 

Love, D."

Barry had left all the lights on in the room, and he 
watched the connecting room door for Sandy to walk 
through. It seemed a half hour passed, before Sandy 
appeared in the doorway, and Barry saw she was wearing 
a white gown, and the back light from her room allowed 
him to see her legs through the material. 

The legs of the teenage girl were thin, long but 
typical for a girl her age, and he knew they’d likely 
feel small when he compared them to Roberta’s Yet he 
wanted to touch them, to feel them with his hands, and 
his desire to kiss them was overwhelming. He knew that 
soon he was going to be kissing her virgin pussy.

"Hi, honey, should I turn the lights off, so we can be 
in the dark?" Sandy asked him and hoping he would say 
yes, as she approached the bed.

"No, I want to see you, and look at you as we make 
love, is that okay with you, my child bride?"

"Yeah, if you want, I got this gown today to wear for 
you. I was going to get a black one, but thought white 
is for virgins, and I’m your virgin, and hope you find 
me attractive."

Sandy moved up on the bed, and lay with her face above 
Barry’s. Instantly, Sandy kissed his lips. It was the 
kiss of a young girl, unfamiliar in kissing with the 
passion of an experienced female. Barry wondered what 
she will do when I kiss and make love to her like an 
adult woman, instead of a 13-year-old girl.

Slowly Barry pressed his tongue out and began to 
insinuate it between the tightly clenched lips of the 
reluctant young girl. She asked, "Are you trying to 
French kiss, is that why your pushing your tongue 
against my lips?"

"Yes, I want to French kiss you, haven’t you kissed a 
boy like that?"

"No way that isn’t nice, is it," Sandy asked in her 
innocence?

"It is nice, and you will enjoy being French kissed, 
and why don’t you French me first?"

Barry led the young girl from being nervous to being 
curious, but felt Sandy quiver when he reached down and 
touched the smooth skin between her legs. As Barry 
moved his fingers along the side her labia, on the 
smooth skin that joined the center of her legs, to her 
torso. The skin was so soft and smooth as a baby's 
butt. It had yet to have even fuzz to hinder the tender 
smooth appeal that Barry realized only such a young 
girl could have.

While Barry was stroking the sides of Sandy’s tiny sex, 
he moved his finger tips so they were lightly stroking 
her labia and the small gap between them. Sandy’s sex 
wasn't damp from passion, nor dry from lack of desire, 
still as tight as when he had first touched her a 
couple years before. 

"WOW! Sandy, my god, but you’re perfect to hold and 
touch so intimately, and if my life ended now, it would 
be complete, just being able to touch your body without 
your resistance."

"Barry, you're nice, to say things like that, you make 
me feel special. I know you weren't supposed to touch 
me, now, or even when you put your fingers in me 
before. But right now, yes, right now, you can do 
anything you want." 

Looking at the adult man she was with, she understood 
why some girls wanted older men, not that they were 
after a father image, but they understood that even an 
inquisitive young girl, even a preteen, might like how 
they could touch a girl and give her desires and 
pleasures.

"When you do me, I will try not to make you stop." 

Then Sandy added, "Right now I would like for you to 
touch my hole, you know what I mean. Barry, your 
fingers make me tingle all over, and I feel like little 
things are kind of shocking me inside my pussy, deep 
inside my little hole." 

Moving so she could look into his face, Sandy made her 
lips as if they were puckered up for a kiss, and said, 
"Barry, I love you, and my hole, it is yours to do with 
as you wish."

Hearing the words from Sandy, Barry pulled the straps 
of her gown off her shoulders, and commenced kissing 
and sucking her small nipples. Barry found he could 
take her little tits completely in his mouth. Sandy’s 
nipples become hard. Then she moved so his face was on 
her stomach.

Barry rolled up her nightgown, and started to kiss her 
stomach, working his way down to Sandy’s thin and 
exquisitely formed legs. His lips trailed down her left 
leg, and Barry raised it upward, as he was soon kissing 
the back of her leg. Then he switched to her right leg 
and repeated the action.

The soft smoothness, at the juncture of Sandy’s inner 
thighs, where it met the skin of her labia, drew his 
lips to kiss there. This was undoubtedly the most 
smooth area on a female body, especially one as young 
as Sandy. Hell, even if I spend the rest of my life in 
jail, just experiencing the act of kissing this skin on 
Sandy’s body, would be a small price to pay, even 
without penetrating her sex. 

Moving his face to her lower stomach, Barry commenced 
kissing her small, puffy, fatty mons, and as he was 
kissing her labia, started taking them one at a time in 
his mouth.

"Oh, that tickles like, oh, it feels different, what 
are you doing to me, oh Barry ohhh!"

With his tongue pressing deep inside Sandy’s tiny sex, 
Barry was not letting up on his oral teasing of her 
clit nor her vagina, and only wanted to give her the 
pleasure of making her cum from his oral caressing of 
her virgin sex. Moving his hand under the tight round 
balls of her hips, Barry moved his middle finger till 
it was probing her anal ring. His left hand reached up 
and captured her right tit, as his fingers, pinched the 
tiny nipple, not much bigger than a man's. It was hard 
to hold onto and between his finger tips. 

Moving his tongue across Sandy’s tiny clitoris, Barry 
sucked her complete prepuce into his mouth. He enjoyed 
feeling it become hard as his mouth manipulated it. He 
could taste Sandy's love juices beginning to ooze forth 
with a musky odor. Her hips bumped and ground against 
his face in response to the oral stimulation on her 
sex.

Moving his tongue like a broad tongue depressor, Barry 
could feel how narrow Sandy’s fuck hole was. He would 
need to work his thick erection in slowly when he 
breeched her virgin opening. Barry knew he was arriving 
at the point of no return would eventually penetrate 
her tiny sexual cavern. 

He hoped the cameras were recording Sandy’s facial 
expressions, as he listened to Sandy making sex sounds. 
She was making the mewling, panting sounds of passion, 
all women, even young virgins, give out, during love 
making and especially when their pussies are being 
eaten out for the first time.

The saliva from Barry licking Sandy’s pussy, was 
dripping between her firm round hips, allowing his 
finger to probe her narrow anal ring muscle. Finally 
Barry felt the tight sphincter muscle slightly part, 
and his finger tip was lodged at last in her virgin 
anus. Working with care, Barry soon had his finger up 
to the first knuckle, into the tight grip of Sandy’s 
butt. Briefly, he wondered if he could take her anally, 
or would she resist the taboo of butt-fucking?

While licking her sex, Barry at last felt Sandy’s hands 
reached down and gripped his head. Next her hips were 
moving up and down as she uttered throaty, guttural 
sounds that seemed to originate from her very center of 
pleasure.

Occasionally he could understand her, and she moaned, 

"Oh, yeah." 

Then Sandy was once more making of sex sounds, simply 
akin to grunts and ohs and augh’s.

Then the words and actions he had been waiting for came 
quickly, quicker than he had expected, and Barry felt 
Sandy gripping her fingers in his hair, and pulling his 
face tightly to her vulva. Moving his finger in and out 
of her clinching anal ring, as if he was fucking her 
butt, while performing oral sex on Sandy, Barry felt 
Sandy nearing the brink, he understood her climax was 
only moments away from overtaking her tender young 
body.

"Barry, you’re making me feel funny, oh... oh... my... 
Dear Barry, I feel so... BARRY, OH MY DARLING, I’M 
FLOATING, BARRY, LOVE ME FOREVER, I FEEL LIKE I’M 
CRASHING OR SOMETHING, MY BOYFRIEND, MY BOYFRIEND, OH 
YESSS, YESSS!"

By now, Barry had his finger buried completely up the 
bowels of the young girl, and as she was climaxing, he 
knew she was likely going harder than most women ever 
come close to doing. Slowly and gently, and with ease 
to ensure he didn’t cause her under agony or pain, 
Barry pulled his finger from Sandy’s anus. 

Then Barry reached down and guided his steel hard erect 
cock to the small lips that would guide him into the 
tightest pussy he knew he would ever enter.

Working slowly, Barry had his cock between the slightly 
puffy labia majora, With only slight pressure, he 
pushed forward as the thick and slightly tapered head 
of his cock, pried the tiny labia minora open. 

A distinct and unique pleasure, Barry knew, awaited him 
slightly past this virgin's inner labia; where his cock 
would soon be lodged. Barry pressed forward, then 
pulled back, repeating the actions until he felt his 
cock head slip pass the inner lips of Sandy’s tiny 
pussy. The thick head of his cock was bearing down on 
the only obstacle stopping Barry’s entrance into 
Sandy’s cervix, and soon the end of her virginity. His 
cock was about to split her hymen, guarding the depth 
of Sandy’s gripping pussy. 

"NO, BARRY, NO IT HURTS! OH PLEASE STOP, IT HURTS! 
BARRY, OH, MY DEAR BOYFRIEND, YOUR SPLITTING ME OPEN 
AND IT BURNS, AUGH NO, OH MY GAWD IT... IT HURTS... SO 
MUCH, I CAN’T... AUGH! EEEYYY!" 

Sandy cried out, as she experienced the first cock to 
tear through her virgin membrane and breach her small 
sex. She knew, of course her lover had split her 
cherry. When Sandy felt his long, thick man-meat invade 
her body so deeply; it seemed to be in her stomach, if 
not in her throat.

"Barry, oh Barry, my gawd it hurts! Oh wait, please! 
Can you wait a moment? Oh no, don’t move it in and out, 
augh!" Sandy kept repeating the words over and over. 

Barry rode the girl with gentle strokes of his steel 
hard manhood. When he shot his load, Sandy knew what 
was happening. Sandy pulled her hips up to meet the 
forward push of Barry’s cock, as she wanted his spunk 
deep inside her ruptured sex. 

"Put your stuff in me, give me your cum, oh my 
husband," Sandy cried out. 

She felt and understood exactly what Barry was shooting 
up inside her pussy! 
Even at thirteen, Sandy understood the old-fashioned 
idea of a girl giving her up virginity on her wedding 
night, and this was how she felt and cried out, using 
the word "husband" to identify with Barry.

Barry believed he had shot such a huge nut; he wouldn’t 
be erect for at least an hour. But he was soon hard 
once more. He posed the young girl so she was facing 
each of the cameras then had her stand and straddle his 
chest

Barry watched the blood and cum, running from between 
her tiny pink sex petals. He loved knowing he had 
caused the mess seeping from her wounded love hole. 
Reaching into her hole, with his fingers he gathered up 
a glop of their fluid. Barry fingers were slimy with 
his cum, and red with Sandy’s blood, as he smeared the 
mixture rubbing it on her and himself, as a mark of 
honor.

"Sandy, sweetheart, sit down on me, tell me what your 
feeling," Barry said to the girl. Then he had her move 
forward so he could lick and kiss her bleeding pussy.

"I feel like you split me in half, and my pussy feels 
like it is on fire. Oh you like licking me, even though 
I’m all bloody?" Sandy commenced laughing, saying, "You 
look funny with my blood all over your face. Yuck, do 
you really like doing that to me?"

"Sandy, you told me that you had taken a penis in your 
mouth, would you take mine, please Sweetheart, suck my 
cock like you did for someone else, show me you love me 
like that, also."

In total surprise, Barry watched as Sandy moved down, 
looked at his blood -covered cock, made a face, but 
leaned over and put her mouth over its head. With the 
head of his cock in her mouth, Sandy moved her head, 
and took the tool that had split her virginity open, as 
deep down her throat as possible. She slurped and 
gagged on his shlong as massive gouts of saliva poured 
out of her mouth, down the trunk and swamped his pubic 
bush. "Suck my cock, oh Sandy, that’s good, You suck 
like a pro, a 13 year old whore! Move your mouth up and 
down on my prick. Use your hand and move it up and down 
on my cock, while you suck me off." 

Within a few minutes’ times, Barry was shooting his cum 
into the girl’s mouth. He didn’t even hold her head, 
yet Sandy let none of his cum escape her mouth. 
"Sandy, my darling, suck and swallow my cum, oh hell 
that feels wonderful, drink my cum, yeah!"

Barry knew the young girl had sucked all his cum down 
her throat, and finally Sandy moved and lay on his 
chest. Barry hugged Sandy, as she told him about the 
experiences she just had in making love for her first 
time.

"My wedding night was definitely painful, and can’t 
believe I could take your bloody thing in my mouth. 
Barry I swallowed your thick stuff as you wanted. Was 
it good for you? I thoroughly liked feeling your cock 
in my mouth, and the taste of our love juices."

"It was perfect, Sweetheart, and yes it was great for 
me," Barry said as he caressed the young girl. "But 
where the hell does a 13 year-old learn technique like 
that?"

"Barry, was what I did called, "Cock sucking?"

"Yes, that is one name, but like everything else 
dealing with sex, it has many names," Barry replied, 
"But why are you asking?"

"Because the guys at school, when Candi and I see them 
alone, will sometimes ask us to blow them or suck their 
cocks. They use that term like it is bad. Barry, I hope 
it isn’t bad to suck your cock, because I liked feeling 
you squirt in my mouth." 

Kind of smiling, Sandy asked, "I tasted my blood when I 
sucked your cock, do I have it on my face like you?"

Getting out of bed, Barry took Sandy’s hand and said, 
"Come with me." 

As he helped her to stand, she moaned out, "Oh, gee, it 
hurts to move, Barry, you killed me, I swear." 

Then he had Sandy stand with him in front of the 
mirror. When Sandy saw the blood on both of them, she 
started crying. "I’m no longer a virgin, am I?" Sandy 
asked as she turned and hugged Barry. He folded her in 
his large arms. Sandy stepped from the protection of 
Barry’s arms, and turned back toward the bed.

Looking at the bed, Sandy could see where she had lain 
and bled on the towel. Pulling her gown around, saw it 
was splatted with blood, especially in the back where 
it had ran out of her. Her tears increased over the 
soiling of her gown. Barry reached out and hugged her, 
pulling her back against the front of his body. 

Holding the shaking and crying girl tight in his arms, 
he spoke softly, "Sandy, you gave me something 
wonderful, and I will purchase you another gown to 
replace the one you have on, and I will keep that one 
forever, is that a deal, Little Wedding Night Girl?"

Reaching down, Barry pulled the stained gown up and off 
Sandy’s body, then tossed it onto the stand next to the 
bed. Moving easily, Barry felt his cock becoming erect 
once more, feeling it wedged between the round hips of 
the 13-year-old beauty. Barry felt Sandy pressing back 
against his manhood, as if she wanted fit inside his 
body. 

Moving his hands, he cupped the tiny tits that seemed 
to be popped out on her chest, perhaps a half inch, if 
that. They were really just puffed out breast buds, 
delicately pink and soft. They really weren’t breast at 
that point of her life, and yet, he was paying homage 
too then as if they were at least C-cup in size. 
Whispering to her, "Sandy, I love you breast, they’re 
wonderful and nice to touch. I loved kissing them 
before we made love, did you enjoy my feeding at them?"

"Yeah, it felt nice, but they aren’t very big, but I’m 
glad you like them," Sandy replied to his comments. As 
she spoke, Sandy pressed her tight round hips firmly 
against the hard penis of the man who a short time 
before, pushed it up inside her tight and gripping sex, 
capturing her virginity. 

Sandy enjoyed knowing she had been loved by the man. 
Sandy expressed to Barry how she felt a little sad in 
knowing she couldn’t experience the loss of her 
virginity to someone near her age, or on her wedding 
night. Then she thought, I just had my wedding night, 
and my body now belongs to Barry’s.

Sandy lay back on the bed, leading Barry with her, and 
she moved around so her legs were open - her sex 
displayed, unknowingly to her, toward the camera lens. 
Thus, unwittingly ensuring the camera captured the 
images of her bloody sex still oozing its first load of 
cum. Barry observed her sex looked bloodier than any 
other girl’s virginity he had ever popped. 

Using his fingers to pull her pussy open, assuring the 
image was captured on the camera’s digital disk. 
Knowing the view of her bleeding sex, was being 
recorded for his future viewing of her ragged looking 
tiny slit. The graphic film would show the split of her 
hymen, Barry was able to view from where he was seated.

After ensuring he had her pussy recorded sufficiently 
on each camera, Sandy assisted him as he moved her onto 
her back, and he lay gently between her legs. Looking 
at the size of legs, he saw they were almost the same 
size below her knees as they were till they neared her 
hips. Yet, they legs were like the thousands of other 
teen girls he had seen in the pageants, or he had 
photographed.

Barry thought of the time he had been on vacation in 
Mississippi, and had met the twin girls who were 12-
years-old, and he convinced then to let him photograph 
them. After walking to a small rock and wooded area 
along the beach, Barry decided he wished to photograph 
them in the nude. 

The girls were attractive, and he could tell from their 
clothes, they were from wealthy families. Making a joke 
of the idea of them posing in the nude, Barry asked how 
much he would have to pay them to be professional 
models, to pose nude for him?

The one girl, and he believed it was Belinda, said $50, 
while Linda said a $100. Reaching into his pocket and 
getting out his billfold, he retrieved two $100 dollar 
bills and handed them toward the girls. "So, do we have 
a deal, but we must hurry as it is getting dark." It 
wasn’t getting dark, but he didn’t want the girls to be 
gone to long, as someone may start hunting for them.

Within a couple of minutes they were nude, and had 
photographed them as they undressed, and photographed 
each separately, one item of dress at a time. He was 
surprised to see they had small cone shaped breast, and 
exceedingly puffy nipples. 

The girl, he thought it was Belinda, had more public 
hair than the other. But Linda she said she hadn’t 
shaved hers off, it was never as thick as her sister’s 
pubes. However, neither of the girls had a thick muff, 
and their maiden hair was mostly at the top of their 
cleft. Having them posed so they exposed their pussies 
completely, he found they enjoyed being photography 
nude.

When he asked them to pull the lips of their sex apart, 
they did so without any thought of what they were 
doing. When Barry asked if they would touch and kiss 
the other sister’s breast, and push their fingers up 
inside the other’s pussy, they did it without protest. 

Finally he had one lay between the legs of the other 
and rub her sex against her twins. From the 
photographs, and especially the videos he had done, he 
later found their sounds of sexual release were real, 
and they had gotten off rubbing against each other. 
When he asked if they had ever done it before, one said 
yes, and the other, said no.

Knowing they had evidently done so with each other 
previously, Barry asked then to kiss and lick the other 
sister’s pussy. Both of them refused to do so at first, 
but another fifty dollars likely started them having 
sex between themselves and enjoying eating each other.

Working his way slowly between Sandy’s smooth and firm 
legs, Barry eased his cock head into the entrance of 
her tender and sore sex. He listened as she asked him 
to be gentle and not hurt her like the last time. For 
more than five minutes, Barry worked first the head, 
then eventually the full length of his erection into 
Sandy’s tight pussy. 

Making deep moves of his engorged cock inward and 
outward of the gripping sex, Barry raised himself and 
looked between their bodies. Barry could see that the 
lips of Sandy’s sex were holding onto his thick meat 
rod as he pulled it back out of her snug sex hole.

He scooted her around, so the camera could capture a 
close-up shot of her pussy around his throbbing shaft 
like a tight rubber grommet. He pistoned his cock out 
from deep in her cunt, knowing the small minora labia 
was pulling out of her sex, and was visible behind the 
outer lips. Her tiny hips were rising up to meet his 
slow strokes. Barry could feel the top of his erection, 
brushing the prepuce and hardened clit of the young 
girl. The little man in the boat was taking quite a 
ride. Sandy sounded like a tiny kitten, making meowing 
sounds, deep in her throat as he fucked her. 

Then she cried out, "I feel, like... Barry, I’m doing 
it, I’m cumming, oh, my darling, I can’t get enough of 
the yourrrrr..."

Barry could not believe he was able to give the young 
girl an orgasm from riding her young tender body, and 
stoking his cock deep in her cuntal depths, then 
pulling almost all the way out. The moves he made 
allowed only the blood-filled tip of his cock head to 
remain inside her body. Then pushing his cock deep once 
more into her welcoming, and gripping, pussy. He 
laughed a little, as Sandy's pussy make loud farting 
sounds as the air was pushed out of her love hole with 
each downstroke!!

This has to be the ultimate fuck!!! 

But, Sandy was getting off again too!! 

"Barry, I’m doing it again, oh darling, were fucking, 
aren’t we, tell me you like me, please tell me as I 
give you my love, BARRY, I’M CUMMING, OH, LOVE ME, 
PLEASE LOVE MEEEE, YEAHHHHH!"

Damn, Barry thought, she’s having another orgasm! Sandy 
is only 13-years-old, and she is cumming for the second 
time, during her second ever fuck. Shit, I’m cumming, 
too! 

"SANDY, I’M GETTING MY NUT AGAIN, OH HELL, YOU FEEL SO 
GOOD, THE BEST FUCK I’VE EVER HAD, TAKE IT, TAKE MY 
CUM!" 

Barry was filling the tight and narrow channel of her 
cervix, with his cum. He jammed his cock up into her, 
as hard as he could, and released his exploding jism 
deep in her body, and likely into her womb.

After he went off, Barry lay on the small body of the 
young girl, and Sandy didn’t object to his size and 
weight, that was pinning her to the mattress. Barry was 
feeling the soft smooth skin of her thighs that were 
shaking from the orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body had 
gone into an electric spasm as all her muscles 
tightened up followed by a relaxation to an almost 
dream-like state following her second climax; on only 
her second fuck. 

She called him softly, in a singsong voice, "My love, 
my Barry, my husband, my heart, yes, my love, my Barry, 
my husband, my heart, my Barry" over and over barely 
above a whisper. 

Does Sandy really believe we are husband and wife, and 
that tonight was her wedding night? Perhaps, it's a 
simple way for a young girl to justify, her allowing an 
older man to take her virginity; even if she hadn’t 
wanted it to be lost forever. What would it be like to 
have such a young wife? Barry realized Sandy was 
younger than his daughter and son, both in their 
twenties.

As Barry started to move off the small girl, Sandy 
hugged him and entwined her legs in his. She locked 
their ankles together, and softly said, "No, please, I 
want you on me. Barry, I want your thing in me. Let me 
sleep while hold you in me, and on my body, please, I 
want you body as part of mine, darling, Barry," Sandy 
continued, "Let me have you as my husband this night, 
my wedding night."

They lay together and spoke of what they had 
experienced, and Sandy revealed her secret, or so she 
thought it was. Barry did not let on he was aware of 
what she was revealing to him. 

"Dear Barry, remember when I told you that I had taken 
someone’s hard-on, his cock, in my mouth? My love, it 
was yours, while you were sleeping."

"Did you really? That was nice of you, but I would love 
to have been awake and felt your mouth engulfing my 
cock for your first to do oral sex. Thank you, my, 
young bride!" 

Holding his weight as much as possible off the girl, 
and in another 10-minutes, he felt his cock becoming 
erect. And so did Sandy, and she ask, "Are we going to 
make love again, my husband, I feel you growing inside 
me, you can do anything you want, anything?"

"Sandy, have ever heard of anal sex?"

"Year, that is when the girls let’s the guys do it up 
her butt, right?" Sandy asked, "Barry, do you want to 
put it in my butt, like you did your finger, cause I 
liked what with you did with your finger. I’ll let you 
do it with your thing. May I call it your cock? Barry, 
from now on, I will call your thing, Mr. Cock. Okay?"

"Yes, you can call it whatever you wish, and I would 
love to push Mr. Cock up your little butt, and feel 
your hips as I press deep inside your ass, and enjoy 
the feeling of your round and firm hips against my 
groin, are you ready for it to happen?"

For Barry, the feeling of his cock pushing her 
sphincter open and eventually having his cock all the 
way up into her bowels, was exquisite. The feelings 
Sandy was receiving were somewhere between exquisite 
pain and pleasure. The object that had captured and 
ravished her virginity, pushed open the muscle that was 
suppose to open outward. Mr. Cock succeeded in pressing 
it apart from the outside.

"Dearest Barry, keep it slow, as it hurts, but I would 
never stop you from doing what you want, but go slow. 
After nearly five minutes, she could feel the hair 
around Mr. Cock, pressing against her round hips. Sandy 
moaned out her approval and told Barry, "Be gentle, but 
move it in and out, augh, easy, god you must be twice 
the size as you were before." 

The older man, and the young girl, enjoyed Greek love. 
Sandy found it so difficult to accept the pain, but she 
found the pain was what made it enjoyable. When Barry 
spewed up her rectum, Sandy cried out, "Give me your 
cum, in my ass, I want you in my ass."

After they were done, they showered together, and got 
back into bed. Barry wrapped his large arms around 
Sandy, in an act of protection and caring love. They 
slept till nearly ten in the morning, and when they 
woke, Barry laughed as Sandy told him, "If you touch my 
sore little hole, I will kill you, I'm so sore 
everywhere between my legs."

For the remainder of the week, Sandy and Barry found 
many times to enjoy some form of sex together. One 
evening as they lay in bed, and it was nearly ten at 
night, the phone rang, and Barry answered it and 
listened as his wife, Roberta, asked him if things were 
going well with his latest conquest. When Barry replied 
that it was almost as they had discussed, and your 
female knowledge on how to work things out was perfect.

"Barry, I love you, and always will, but can you 
understand that I want to be on my own, please don't 
hate me or beg to not leave you. I would like to be 
single once more. May I have an easy divorce?" 

For an hour they discussed what they could do to help 
each other run the pageants, and finally he told her, 
"Look, we can set up the older girls’ pageants for you, 
as you know how to handle the 18 through 20-group, so 
it’s yours. I will assist you. However, you need it, 
and whenever."

No sooner was Barry off the phone, than it rang once 
more. This time it was Gloria, and her question was 
direct, "Mr. Wiseman, can I be assured that my daughter 
will be the winner in the two big pageants you put 
together, and be crowned queen in each?"

"Gloria, call me Barry, and I’ve told you that several 
times, and by the way, my wife and I are separating and 
I’m setting her up with the 18 through the 20 age 
girls’ pageant, so in five years, Sandy will be the 
winner when she is eighteen." 

 Then he asked, "You understood the choice was strictly 
Sandy’s, and she is truly a fantastic young lady." 

After a few more minutes of small talk, Gloria asked, 
"How about I come down and meet you, and we can 
continue where you and I left off?"

"Gloria, that would not be a good idea, but when I get 
home, I’m sure I can find time to do the portfolio you 
wanted of yourself, in fact I look forward in shooting 
you."

Handing the phone to Sandy, Barry could catch the drift 
of the conversation, and he could tell that Gloria had 
let it be known that she should allow Barry to do as he 
wished, and she should enjoy whatever took place. 

Barry heard Sandy tell her mother, "It hurt at first, 
but I’m okay now, just sore."

The rest of the week, Barry could not believe how much 
Sandy enjoyed sucking him off, and twice in the next 
few days, she asked that he put it up her shit chute. 
When they were getting ready for the last night, 
Saturday, Barry, and Sandy went to a very expensive 
restaurant for dinner, after Sandy won a new category 
of the pageant, she was crowned Miss Upcoming Queen, 
and her award was equal to that of the pageant first 
prize winner.

After eating dinner, they returned to the hotel, and 
when they reached their rooms, they found Gloria 
watching television in Sandy’s room dressed in a house 
coat, and for a moment, the two lovers were speechless. 

Gloria looked at her daughter, and asked, "Sandy, 
didn’t you tell Barry, that mom was coming to visit, 
and the three of us could enjoy each other, and perhaps 
spend another week together?"

The idea of sleeping between mother and daughter took 
Barry by surprise. But midnight, found young and old 
waiting and competing for Barry's Johnson. He found the 
setup perfect. In all honesty, Barry had to admit when 
it came to oral sex, Sandy was voracious in swallowing 
his cock down her throat, draining the last of his cum 
as a "tasteful delight," as she called her desire for 
drinking his cum.

By the end of the following week, Barry decided he was 
ready for a permanent relationship, but not with Sandy 
and Gloria. Barry knew he wanted to find a certain 
woman, and his contact with a private detective paid 
off. He received the address, unlisted phone number. He 
also learned her divorce had been finalized. There was 
one blemish on the private detective’s report, and that 
was the inclusion of a medical report reflecting a 
miscarriage that almost cost the life of the woman 
carrying his fetus. 

Instead of heading home after the week with Sandy and 
her mother, he was off on what he wanted: a successful 
reunion with Diane.

It was six o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and Barry 
knocked on a Spanish style door on the outskirts of a 
small Arizona home. The door opened, and before Barry 
stood an attractive woman, who cried out upon seeing 
him, "My... oh, Barry... my love, Barry, how did you 
find me, but now you have, I must tell you, I love 
you..." 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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