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She's Only Twelve
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)

***

A balmy summer night. A very cute little gal leaning 
against a sign post in tight white shorts. A 35-year 
old insurance salesman driving by. How was he to know 
she was only twelve? And even if he did know, would he 
care? (M/g, ped, nc?, rp?)

***

I first met Cindy one balmy Missouri evening about 
dusk. I was an insurance "debit route" salesman - that 
is, I had a certain route and a book full of customers 
who paid for their life and fire insurance on a weekly 
or monthly basis. So every day and most evenings I was 
out driving my route, making collections and trying to 
sell new policies wherever I could.

As I drove past an automobile repair shop on the corner 
across the street from one of my customers, I spied a 
very pretty young girl leaning against the cement 
street-sign post in front of the garage. She was a real 
knock-out, wearing very tight and very short white 
shorts; that always gets my attention, even to this 
day. Although I don't recall even questioning her age, 
I must have assumed she was legal. Her softly rounded 
petite body - small perky breasts and tight, perfectly 
formed little butt - sure looked well developed enough.

I pulled my new '59 red and white Ford over to the 
curb. Through the open window I said, "Hi, there. I'm 
Jim. What's your name?"

She apparently thought I was cute enough for her - and 
I sure as Hell was, with a head of bushy, blonde hair, 
blue- eyes, a slim body, and being a well-dressed guy 
in a new car - she smiled and said, simply, "Cindy. 
Where you going?"

On seeing her close up, I was immediately impressed by 
how much her face and compact body reminded me of a 
young Elizabeth Taylor. "Hmmmm, very, very nice," I 
thought to myself.

"Oh, nowhere in particular," I answered. "Want to go 
for a ride with me?" I was filled with hope and lust.

"Ummmm, sorry, I can't. My dad's inside and I can't 
leave." My hopes were dashed. "But," she said sweetly, 
"I can sit in the car with you, if you'll pull around 
to the side." 

Bingo! Progress.

Naturally, I quickly pulled around to the side and 
opened the door for her. She almost ran to the car, and 
slid into the seat beside me, bottom first, giving my 
eyes a real treat with the tight white cotton stretched 
over her tight little butt cheeks. Her shorts were so 
short the little roll of baby fat where her butt joined 
her thigh was clearly visible. I stared hard, believe 
me.

She pulled the door shut and scooted right over near 
me. We introduced ourselves and began to talk about 
this and that. I couldn't keep my hands off her, and 
soon draped my arm around her shoulder, lightly 
stroking her hair, her shoulder and her back with my 
fingers, hoping I was making her tingle. 

It wasn't ten minutes until I gently pulled her to me, 
leaned over and kissed her. It was heaven. She 
responded immediately, kissing me back and pressing 
closer to me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth 
lightly and hers met mine. We played like that, kissing 
and tonguing, and my fingers stroking her, for several 
minutes. 

My cock was straining in my slacks, staining the front 
liberally with my pre-cum - in short, I was "creaming 
my jeans" for all I was worth. This petite girl had 
gotten me uncontrollably hot in no time flat.

It was obvious she was getting hot, too, 'cause she was 
pushing her fine little perky tits into my chest 
something fierce as we kissed, and I could feel the 
hardness of her young nipples. 

I figured I "had this made," so I didn't hesitate to 
lower my hand to her lower back, and then down to her 
bottom, stroking and handling her backside though the 
cotton as much as I could in the car seat. Soon, this 
wasn't enough for me, so I took a chance and slipped my 
hand inside the back of her shorts and began to work my 
way down to her scantily-pantied bottom, then inside 
her tiny panties, too. 

I squeezed her butt and she shuddered and kissed me all 
the harder. "Okay," I thought. "No objections from her. 
Let's go for it." And I lowered my hand from her bottom 
down between her thighs toward her pussy until I could 
stroke her slit by extending my fingers - by this time, 
my right arm was as far down her shorts as I could go, 
but indeed, my fingers were touching her pussy and she 
still wasn't objecting a bit.

In fact, she was sighing softly and pushing her little 
hard butt back at me so I could get more access to her 
slit. She was wet, too, nice and slippery - a very 
juicy girl - and I spread her luscious juices all over 
her down there. I couldn't get my fingers inside her 
very far, though, and that was really driving me nuts. 
Literally, "nuts" - my balls were already aching being 
so near this darling girl, and my prick was filled with 
such pressure I thought it would burst any second.

I had been keeping an eye out for passers-by, and about 
then I noticed a tall guy in coveralls walking out of 
the garage toward my car. I immediately withdrew my 
hand, fingers all wet from her lovely slimy sweet-
smelling cunny. The guy walked up to the car, leaned in 
and said, "You better be careful, guy, that girl's 
trouble. She's only twelve, and she'll get you in 
trouble." 

With that he turned and walked back into the garage. 
"My step-dad," said Cindy, "he owns the garage. They're 
working on their stock car he and my mom are taking to 
the race tomorrow night over in Kansas."

"Wow!" I muttered, frustrated and dying to get some 
more of this sweet pussy, especially now that I knew 
she was only twelve! You see, I've had an addiction for 
girls about that age ever since my twelve - and 
fourteen-year old country cousins taught me all about 
sex when I was five. That's right! I started fucking at 
five, and always had enjoyed petite, younger girls the 
most.

But, being a businessman, and being in my "territory," 
I realized I better cut this short. I asked Cindy, "Are 
you going to the race with them tomorrow?"

"No, I'm staying home. I hate races." 

"You mean they let you stay home alone?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "They really don't care much what 
I do."

"Maybe I could come over and keep you company, and we 
could... ummmm, you know... do some more... stuff."

Cindy cocked her little head and looked at me a minute, 
then said, "Maaaybeee. Are you going to rape me? Guys 
are always trying to rape me."

"God no," I answered. "I don't want to do anything you 
don't want to do, and for sure I don't want to rape 
you... unless you want to be raped," I added with a 
chuckle.

She giggled at that, and asked if I had something to 
write with. I gave her my pocket notebook and pen, and 
she wrote down an address. When I looked at it, I was 
amazed; It was just up the street a few houses from the 
apartment house where I lived. 

"Umm, what time would be okay?" I asked.

"They'll leave early, 'cause it takes 'em a couple 
hours to drive over to Kansas. You can come anytime..." 
I chuckled to myself about that pun. "Ummm, about six 
would be okay."

That would be great, I thought. It was October and the 
days were short. By six in the evening, it's dusk and 
pretty dark. 

With that, she kissed me on the cheek and jumped out of 
the car, wiggling her fine little pre-teen butt at me 
as she did. I thought to myself that I was surely going 
to get me some of that tomorrow, and with that thought 
I squeezed my thighs together and to my surprise 
started spurting, cumming in my pants. It had built up 
to a point where my balls just had to empty themselves, 
I guess. I wished she could have seen that!!

After I changed clothes, as I finished making my rounds 
that day I repeatedly brought my fingers to my nose and 
inhaled the sweet, girlish scent of her pussy that 
fantastically scent that only very young girls can give 
out and that make any man's head swim. 

Her scent was magically intoxicating, making my eyes 
close in extreme delight each time I sniffed it and 
making my dick really hard. Hmmm, I mused, all that 
from a smell. I was kind of surprised that even when I 
finished work that evening, I could still detect traces 
of her little girl's sweet sex odor. I thought to 
myself, boy if they could only bottle that!

As I drove up the street to my apartment, I noted the 
location of the address she had given me. It was a 
common older Victorian style home - the kind often 
offered for rent. It sat up on a high bank of earth 
supported by a cement wall, with steps leading up to 
the porch. The porch stretched across the front of the 
house, and the front door had a big oval glass pane, 
like was popular back in the 20s and 30s. The house was 
dark, so apparently they had not yet returned home.

The next day I was haunted and obsessed with visions of 
Cindy. My cock pretty well stayed at half mast and 
insistent all day long. Now, as I showered for my 
"date" with her, old "Clyde" (as I called him) was 
still swollen and leaky. I soaped him generously, 
nearly cumming by hand before I regained control by 
thinking about other things - like how many years 
they'd give me if I got caught messing around with this 
little princess. That chilled me out enough to finish 
my toilet.

[Note: "Clyde" was short for "Clydesdale," which 
another very young girl, Chrissie, had named him a few 
years earlier when she first gazed on him with wide 
eyes, saying, "God! He's as big as a Clydesdale." (See 
my story, Chrissie at Twelve, in Directory 40). Okay, I 
know there are many cocks more deserving of that name 
than my six and three-quarter-incher, but Clyde was 
pretty thick and to a young virgin's eyes, he probably 
looked huge, and so I decided that would be his name.]

The conscious effort I had made to stop thinking about 
Cindy so I wouldn't be all tensed up, sexually, had 
worked but now I had only to let memories of Chrissie 
pop up in my mind and I was in trouble again. I turned 
my thoughts immediately to shoveling out the stables 
where I kept my Thoroughbred mare and that did the 
trick.

I had stopped earlier in the day and bought a bottle of 
expensive ladies' cologne as a gift for Cindy, so I 
gathered up the pretty little box, thinking "A pretty 
little box for a pretty little box," and chuckled at my 
cleverness as I headed for my car. 

Driving over to her street, I immediately saw her 
playing ball in the darkening street with a couple 
friends, another cute young girl and a young boy. I 
pulled over and motioned for her to come over to the 
car. We chatted a few minutes, I gave her, her present 
then I asked if her parents had left yet, half scared 
that they'd cancelled their trip. 

She said they had gone earlier, and that we could go 
inside if I wanted to. I definitely wanted to. I parked 
several doors away from their house, and walked calmly 
to the front door. I noticed again that more the door 
was a big oval of clear glass. I didn't think much 
about it then, but later I gave it some serious 
thought.

Oddly, her two friends came in with Cindy, but pretty 
soon she sent them to her basement to play and just 
Cindy and I were left alone. We exchanged a few words, 
and then I gently pulled the little darling to me on 
the couch and hugged her. I began kissing her over and 
over as I held and hugged her, stroking her little body 
all over. She responded well with soft, girlish kisses. 

Pretty soon my heat level was high and I wanted to 
repeat what had taken place in the car yesterday 
afternoon, so I began massaging her back and bottom. 
She had on blue jeans that were a little loose, leaving 
room for my hand to slide down the back. 

I began playing with the cheeks of her little pre-teen 
butt through her panties. I could tell she liked it, 
because she wriggled around to make my work a little 
easier. Again, I could extend my finger low enough to 
slide across the rear part of her little cunny. I began 
to lose my balance with the sheer pleasure of it.

But after a few minutes of that contact, Cindy jumped 
up, saying, "I want to show you something." With that, 
she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them to reveal a 
pair of black mini-panties with a sexy black fringe all 
around. This was better than I had hoped for. She posed 
for me and shook her little booty to make the fringes 
dance for me. Jeez, what a fantastic sight!

The sight of her doing a hootchie-kootchie with her 
perfect petite body, beautiful face, and tight little 
black panties (complete with dancing fringe) got me 
very hot very quick. Just the fact she'd show me her 
panties was a big turn on. It was only a few minutes 
before I got up and gave her one big hug and kiss, and 
pulled her down on the couch with me again.

For the next ten minutes or so, I kept trying to slide 
my hands inside those panties and she kept pushing me 
away. I felt as if she were just being playful, but it 
was frustrating as Hell. My dick was demanding 
attention, only getting harder and more painful from 
the closeness of that little panty-clad beauty.

Finally I'd had enough. I grasped her around the throat 
with both my hands as if to choke her, but with no 
compression or intent to choke, only as an indication 
to her of my frustration with her stubbornness. 
Immediately, she got very calm, saying, "Don't hurt me. 
I'll do it. I'll do it. I will!" 

Surprised the heck out of me, 'cause I wasn't really 
hurting her in any way and she really didn't seem to be 
truly afraid. It was as if we were playing a game. I 
began to catch on: she wants to play "rape" I thought. 
She had mentioned "rape" and "rapist" a few times in 
the last couple days. 

Okay, I thought. If that's what it takes. I said to 
her, "Okay, I won't hurt you. Just lie down here on the 
couch and let me slip off those cute panties. She was 
all submission now, and lay back as I bent over to 
grasp those fringed panties and slide them down slowly, 
revealing a very small thin dark bush as I did. I bent 
further to kiss her little cunny and give her a lick 
with my tongue, which made her start and kind of jump a 
little. Fuck! Did she taste sweet, and there was that 
scent again, that debilitating young girl scent, 
driving me crazier and crazier.

Then I stood, undid and lowered my slacks, dropping my 
shorts with them onto the floor. My raging cock was 
sticking straight up, and glistened in the darkened 
room with a shiny, glass-like surface, reflecting 
little spots of light. Actually Clyde was kind of 
bobbing up and down in time with my heartbeat. I 
watched her eyes as she gazed at him. Obviously, Clyde 
had an admirer.

Cindy then started a mantra which she was to repeat 
over and over for the next ten minutes or so, "No, 
don't... don't rape me... please don't."

Of course, she was laying there with her legs spread 
wide and making no effort to resist. So here was 
another part of the game, I thought.

"Please don't rape me... I'll be a good girl... please, 
no." On and on, she just kept this up in a soft, sexy 
voice, too. No fear or horror, just her little girl's 
play-mantra.

I opened my shirt and her blouse so I'd be able to feel 
her perky little titties on my chest, kissed her on the 
lips once more as I slid my finger up and down her 
little pussy slit long enough to realize she was very 
wet down there. Great, I thought, I'm gonna slide in 
her, like, easy! 

"Oh, no... no... no rape, please." This was starting to 
get humorous.

As I moved onto the couch on my knees, between her 
smooth twelve year-old legs and prepared to mount her, 
the door to the basement opened and her young girl 
friend came out. Standing right by the couch, she 
checked things out pretty good. There wasn't any 
question about what was going on. 

Cindy said, "Go back downstairs like I told you." Now 
was obviously not the time for her mantra, and I 
chuckled. But her cheeky little girlfriend playmate 
(about eleven or twelve herself) said to me, "Give me 
five dollars and I'll go back."

I was at a complete loss. There I was, ready to slide 
my lusty prick right up this little girl, penetrating 
her as deeply as I could and this chick walks in on us. 
I was burning, in every way. Well, I thought, nothing 
to do but give her the five bucks and hope that keeps 
her quiet. I reached down to retrieve my wallet from my 
slacks, fished out a fiver and handed it to her, 
telling her, "If I see you up here again, I'm gonna 
fuck YOU, kid!"

That seemed to convince her. Her eyes opened wide and 
she sort of pulled her head back as if I were going to 
hit her. But, she gave us another visual check, bending 
her head to try and see my cock better and, satisfied 
with the vision and the money, headed back downstairs, 
closing the door. It wasn't the last I'd see of her, 
but she didn't bother us again that night. More about 
that later.

Getting back to business, I was still holding myself up 
over Cindy's half naked little Princess body. For some 
reason I looked back over my shoulder... that was when 
I realized that my naked butt was shining for anyone to 
see who walked up on the porch. Remember that big oval 
glass door? 

I was about to commit statutory rape on a twelve year 
old right in front of that glass door, in plain view of 
anyone who happened along. But a hard-on has no 
conscience, as the saying goes. Thinking, screw it; I 
turned my attention back to the task at hand... rather 
the pleasure at hand.

Cindy, for her part, went back to softly voicing her 
mantra, "No... God no... don't rape me... please!" 
Frankly, that was beginning to raise my own level of 
excitement, if that were possible.

Grasping my cock with one hand, supporting myself over 
Cindy's little body with the other arm, I began to 
probe around between her thighs looking for the entry. 
She was very slick, as I was, but I wasn't having any 
luck finding entry and I was so damned hot I couldn't 
even think straight.

But after several unsuccessful pokes, Cindy herself 
whispered to me, "Lower, lower." That surprised the 
daylights out of me. First, "No, no, no," then "Lower" 
as she helped me find her pussy. But she was correct. 
Cindy had one of those low slung pussies, further down 
between her legs than most. 

As soon as I lowered my sights I found her opening and 
began to slide Clyde into her snug wet warmth with no 
trouble at all. It felt so damned good I could hardly 
keep from blowing my nut as I entered her, especially 
after all the strung-out lead-up.

But I didn't. I kept control, and began to fuck this 
dynamite little twelve year old slowly and deeply. She 
was no virgin, at least she had no hymen to burst 
through, but from the feel of her she was still very 
much a novice. She was very tight and gripping, which 
pleased me no end.

As I slid in and out of her and moved my ass around to 
make my dick circle inside her, I started whispering in 
her ear, "Now, little girl, I'm fucking your pussy, 
raping you, raping your young pussy..." Two could play 
her game, and it worked. Every time I repeated the 
words "fuck," "rape," or "raping," Cindy got visibly 
more excited and began to move her little ass around 
more vigorously.

She also started to repeat her own mantra again: "No, 
oh God, no... please don't rape me... please don't 
squirt in me... oh, please... take it out..." At the 
same time, I was going, "Fuckin into your tiny little 
pussy, baby. Raping you, pushing my big dick up into 
your sweet young girl body..."

Our mutual nasty words were getting us both hotter than 
Hell, and we fucked like two people on fire. I was so 
damned excited to be fucking my dream twelve year old 
and she was equally excited to be "raped" by an older 
guy. We were a pair!

But that intense heat couldn't last long. Within a few 
minutes, my balls were lifting and I could feel my 
prostrate starting to pump my man juice. I thought 
briefly about pulling out because at twelve she could 
perhaps get pregnant, as precocious as she was. But I 
discarded that thought almost as soon as it hit me, and 
just kept stroking into her, deeper and deeper. I 
didn't care. I just had to cum in her.

Holding her ass cheeks, I pulled her up to me as hard 
as I could, penetrated her as deep as I could, and then 
held my cock there as my balls began to pump my juice 
into her, seed and all, in hot spurt after hot spurt, 
rich, white, man cream up a twelve year old pussy. My 
God! Fucking HOT!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh god... Oh god... I'm cu-cumming... in 
you... in your... little pussy... in you..." My body 
was in seizure, bent out of shape trying to get my dick 
further into her. Her little ass cheeks in my hands 
felt sooo good. We were literally joined at our 
genitals. 

As I pumped my last squirt into her cervix, I felt her 
entire body shudder and her tiny pussy clamp my cock 
tightly. Maybe, I thought later as I recalled it all, 
maybe she had, had her own little orgasm.

Finally, I opened my eyes and looked down at her as the 
tension began to flow out of me. Her eyes were big, 
wide open, and she was licking her lips. Almost made me 
hard again, but I just gave another little push into 
her and then slid out of her fine little box with a 
slurp, copious amounts of my cum dribbling out of her 
as Clyde retreated.

As I regained my senses a bit, all I could think of 
then was getting the Hell out of there as quickly as I 
could before I got caught and spent the next twenty 
years in a cell with a gorilla somewhere very 
unpleasant. I quickly pulled on my shorts and pants, 
buttoned up my shirt, leaned down and kissed Cindy's 
flat little tummy and the top of her little pussy that 
had just given me so much pleasure.

Checking outside to make sure no one was wandering 
about - I couldn't see anyone - I quickly made my exit, 
throwing Cindy a kiss as I left (she was getting 
dressed and seemed not at all distressed by my 
leaving). As I walked down the steps I heard a girl's 
voice to my right and looked over to see Cindy's little 
girlfriend. Apparently there was another way out of the 
basement and she'd taken it.

I stopped, thinking oh shit! What now? But she motioned 
for me to move into the shadows made by the porch. I 
did, and she goes, "Hi, I'm Becky. I live in that big 
house behind here." I knew which house she meant. It 
was the cream of the neighborhood, the rich people's 
house.

She continued, "I've written my phone number on this," 
handing me a scrap of paper. "I have my own phone, no 
one else ever answers, just me. Will you call me?"

Wondering why, I asked her, "What for, Becky?"

"Well," she said nervously, "I watched you do it to 
Cindy, through the front door... and it looked like a 
lot of fun. I've only done it once... with the kid you 
saw with us earlier. I really want to do it with an 
older boy." 

Funny, I no longer thought of myself as a boy at 35, 
but I got her meaning. Almost got another hard-on, too. 
My dick certainly was stirring as I looked Becky over. 
She was still gangly young, but very pretty and with 
the most beautiful silky blonde hair down to the middle 
of her back. My mind immediately considered how nice it 
would be to play with her.

"Sure, I'll call you," I said. "As long as you don't 
make a habit of asking for money," I added with a 
chuckle.

She just grinned at that and shook her head "no." Then 
she added, "Mondays or Wednesdays are best for me, 
'cause my folks aren't home those nights and I can do 
whatever I want."

Well, well, well, I thought. I bent to kiss her and she 
didn't object. Nor did she seem to mind when I stroked 
her little bottom, although she shivered once of twice. 
Then I whispered, "Monday it'll be, then. But please 
don't tell Cindy."

"I was gonna ask you the same thing... not to tell her. 
I don't want her to know I grabbed her boyfriend."

Another kiss and I quickly went to my car and headed 
home, safe home. Looking forward to another "feast" on 
Monday. Let's see, this is Thursday...

END

Author Note: Watch for "Becky at Eleven," coming soon. 
Although not looking for technical, grammatical or 
philosophical critique, Tinman welcomes all feedback 
telling me how my stories affect you - whether they 
excite you - and what you do about that. All civilized 
email will be answered as promptly as possible. Email 
tinmanjc9@hotmail.com

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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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