Gender: Male Age: 60 Location: Good Old South, USA
|Introduction: I never wanted to see another cold-hearted female bitch in my life..|
ONCE UPON A TIME by JackassTales
Once upon a time, and long ago
A woodcutter and hunter, I was. I lived alone in the deep, dark woods. I preferred my life of solitude and uninterrupted contentment. I had no interest in being in the company of people.
My self-imposed exile came about all because of a goddamn cock-teasing woman! She’d teased and flirted with me until my cock was swollen with anticipation. I had every intention of getting me some pussy!
Yet, the cold-hearted bitch had told me to wait ‘just a little while’. Then I could have what I wanted. So, I waited. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Hell, I was eaten up with unrequited lust!
I was going crazy waiting for this woman’s pussy! Jacking off didn’t help, it just wasn’t the same as pussy. Why, there’s nothing in this whole wide world as good as a sweet, wet, warm pussy!
Finally, she’d told me she was ready for a cock to entertain her cunt. I was thrilled beyond belief! Yet, my elation soon turned to bitter anger. Mine was not the cock she gave in to. I found her fucking another man!
I should have killed them both! I should have beaten the shit out of both the bastard and the bitch! Yet, I didn’t do either. Instead, I fled to my boyhood woodlands home.
Peaceful contentment was now my sole companion. I never wanted to see another female being in my lifetime! Hell, the back-stabbing bitches could all burn in the fires of Hades as far as I was concerned!
Months passed and I found comfort in a lonely hermit’s life. I stayed close to hearth and home. That’s where I was now stirring the embers in my fireplace. I’d just finished a bath and had stepped out of a big, old, wooden bathtub. I was naked as the day I was born.
A knock at the door interrupted my musings. Now just who in the hell would be out in these deep woods knocking on the door of my small, secluded cottage?
I jerked the heavy door open and stared in wide-eyed amazement. Why, there was a girl standing there! She was young, perhaps only 10 or 12. She wore a long dress with a hem nearly touching the ground.
The girl’s oval face radiated the beauty of innocence. Blue eyes shimmered with a luminescent glow. Golden hair, sparkling bright as the noonday sun, covered her head with an abundance of curly, blonde ringlets.
As I stared, the girl with the golden locks was speaking, “Hello Sir, my name is Goldie. May I come in? I’m lost and frightened.”
Unconsciously, I stepped aside and allowed the girl to enter. She walked to the fireplace and warmed her hands. I closed the door and followed.
As I neared, the girl turned to face me. I noticed that she was staring at me intently. Yet, she wasn’t looking at my face. Instead, she was gazing at my cock.
Holy shit, I was still naked! I began wondering what in the world the young lady might be thinking inside her pretty, little head. I didn’t have to wonder long.
The girl with the golden locks spoke again, “Sir, that’s a real nice thing you’ve have there between your legs. It’s not too big. It’s not too small. Why, it’s just right! May I touch it?”
No words would come from my startled mind. My head was buzzing dizzily. I didn’t speak, but my head nodded in a gesture that said, “Yes.”
The girl, the wondrously curious little woods sprite, reached to touch my cock. The half-limp, drooping shaft began to harden in her hands. As she touched and played with the meaty pole, it stiffened into a fully erect, muscular timber.
The girl spoke again, “Yes Sir, this is a really nice thing you have. It’s not too soft. It’s not too hard. Why, it’s just right! May I kiss it?”
Again, I did not speak. I stared into her curious, blue eyes. My head again nodded in an up and down motion which indicated, “Yes.”
The blue-eyed blonde knelt on the floor between my legs. My cock was still in her hands. Her lips, her sweet soft lips, gently caressed my flesh. She kissed the throbbing shaft up and down its entire length.
A small tongue darted from her mouth and touched my cock skin with moisturized fire. She began licking. She licked and kissed up and down and around and around my pulsating meat.
She stopped for a second, looked at mystified face, and said, “Oh Sir, it tastes good. It’s not too tart. It’s not too sweet. Why it’s just right! May I suck it?”
Finally, I found my voice, “Hell yes, you can suck it! Goddamnit girl, you can do whatever you want to do with it!”
She had said she wanted to suck it, so that’s what she did. Her tight, little mouth closed over my cock head. She licked and sucked. Her saliva glands opened to release oral moisture. The shaft in her mouth became slippery wet and slid in deeper.
The little lady went wild. She kissed, licked, and sucked my meat. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft enthusiastically. Several times the slippery rod popped out of her mouth. Each time it popped out, she grabbed it and plopped it right back in.
This little girl with curly golden locks was giving me the best cock sucking I had in all 30 years of my life! And, it was certainly the first blowjob I’d had in a long, long time! I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto my cock juices for long. I’d been sexually starved far too long.
As she kissed, licked, and sucked even more feverishly, I knew I was going to cum. I knew too that I ought to pull out of the little girl’s mouth before I did. But, I didn’t pull out. No, I didn’t even try.
I began cumming. I was cumming in the girl’s tight, little mouth! I grunted as orgasms released my seminal cream! Oh god, oh goddamnit, it was a massive orgasm I was having inside little Goldie’s mouth!
The girl was almost gagging, but she didn’t stop sucking. She was swallowing the thick cream as quickly as she could. Still, her mouth filled and was overflowing with sticky cock juice.
I was still cumming and orgasms were still shaking my body from head to toe. Oh hell, it was good! Oh damn, she was a good cocksucker!
Finally, the girl stopped sucking and I stopped cumming. I looked at her face. Her mouth and face were a sticky, milky mess. So was my cock.
I knelt down on the floor beside the girl. She came into my arms willingly. Her arms flew around my neck and her words whispered, “Sir, that stuff tasted good. It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t too cool. Why, it was just right!”
I knew she was too young for kissing a man, but I kissed her anyway. Her sex wet lips molded to mine. I kissed her several times. She kissed me, too.
I pulled away and felt of the tubful of lukewarm bathwater I’d been using. My hand reached for a steaming kettle simmering in the coals in the fireplace. I filled the tub with enough hot water to make a comfortable bath.
Without asking permission, I stripped the girl naked. I stepped into the big tub and pulled the naked little wench in with me. We washed each other while we kissed, tickled, and teased. We frolicked and played happily.
We two gloried in our shared nudity. We had no bashful shame. We dried each other off in front of the fire. I carried her a few steps and sat her on the edge of my bed. I knelt between her legs and studied her young, feminine body.
This young lady with golden locks was small. I’d bet she wasn’t much over four feet tall. I’d guess her weight to be no more than eighty pounds. Yet, this was the sexiest eighty pounds of feminine nudity my eyes had seen in ages!
The girl had tits. Yeah, she had a couple of them. They weren’t very big. No, they were not big at all. They were nubile, little mounds in just the first stages of blossoming maturity. They were certainly big enough to play with, so play with them, I did.
My eyes played first and then my hands. My mouth begged to join in. I gave in to seductive temptation and kissed the young mounds. My lips found budding nipples which ripened to erection as I kissed and sucked them.
I was having a good time with these small tits. My mouth, lips, and tongue kissed, licked, and sucked hungrily. The girl was having a good time, too. She was softly sighing.
The girl fell back onto the bed and a nipple pulled out of my mouth with an audible ‘pop’. At first, I was disappointed at having lost these deliciously delectable, little fruits. But, my eyes then found something even more tantalizingly mesmerizing. The girl’s pretty, little pussy was just inches from my face!
Small, she certainly was. Her body was young and petite. Yet, the protruding mound between her legs provided ample evidence of her feminine gender! Puberty had not yet visited this girl so her pubic mound was bald. Not a single hair obstructed my view of fresh, young pussy flesh!
I saw no sign of a clit but made an assumption that it was probably hidden inside the puffy outer pussy folds. These folds were separated down the middle with a seductive slit. I knew hidden feminine treasures would be found if I spread the outer folds and opened the slit.
My hands reached out and gently caressed the girl’s pussy mound. Warm, tender flesh greeted my fingers. I squeezed and massaged the pretty, little mound. I supposed that part of the pretty puffiness might have been remnants of baby fat.
Oh damn me to hell! Whether it was baby fat or blossoming feminine maturity mattered little to me! I had a wondrous pussy to glory in!
Just as it had with the girl’s tits, my mouth begged to join my hands in this journey toward discovering the joys of prepubescent flesh. And again, I gave in to undeniable temptation.
I kissed the girl’s pretty pussy. I kissed it again and again. The little mound was swollen with pulsating warmth. My lips and tongue kissed and licked with feverish delight.
Finally, curiosity propelled me to spread the girl’s pussy lips. I needed to prove my assumption about the treasures hidden within. Hot damn, I found what I sought! I found the clitoral jewel encased inside a velvety vaginal vault!
As clits go, this girl’s was tiny indeed. Without the benefit of puberty’s maturity, her clit had not yet grown to full size. Despite this hindrance, her clit was still seductively enticing! So alluring was it, I just had to touch and taste it!
My moisturized tongue flicked and licked the tasty little treat. Sweet honey couldn’t have tasted any better! Oh hell, I loved this sugary delicacy! I continued kissing, flicking, and licking it with unrestrained lust and gleeful joy. My tongue tickled and teased the tiny flowering bud as the girl wiggled and whimpered on the bed.
There was one other vaginal treasure I sought and my mouth finally found it. I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and entered a vaginal opening. I didn’t get far. I pushed against a virginal wall. Her hymen was intact!
Hymen be damned, I could still enjoy the sweetness of vaginal wetness! The young lady didn’t really have very much vaginal moisture. Yet, she had more wetness than I’d expected of a prepubescent pussy. I licked and lapped all the slippery juice I could get. Her body made more.
I knew the girl’s pussy didn’t have enough vaginal wetness for a cock to make pussy penetration. Why hell, I had no intention of fucking the girl anyway! Shit, she was too damn little and too damn young for fucking!
On this subject of fucking, I found out that the girl and I had quite a big difference of opinion. I thought she was too young. She thought she was not.
To prove her point, she sat up in bed and leaned toward my cock. I thought maybe she was going to suck me again, but that’s not what she did. She released a torrent of slick saliva from her mouth and coated the head and shaft of my cock with this oral lubricant.
The girl then leaned back and filled her vaginal opening with fingers full of the same slippery lubrication. With this task complete, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She whispered seductively, “Sir, can you fuck me now?”
Now, that was a hell of a question! Unconsciously, I recalled a lesson I’d learned in school. There was a big difference between the words ‘can’ and ‘will’. If I applied that lesson to the girl’s question, I’d have to answer ‘yes’. I’d say ‘yes’ because I physically ‘can’ fuck her. I have a cock shaft sticking out hard and she has a wet pussy hole made for penetration!
So, as far as I was concerned, the real question was, ‘will’ I fuck her? Will I fuck a sweet, innocent, virginal girl?
The answer came to me in a blinding flash. Goddamn my wicked soul to hell, but ‘yes’ I ‘will’ fuck her! You can bet your sweet ever-loving ass, I’ll fuck her! I’ll fuck her and be pretty damn quick about doing it too!
I was still on my knees between the girl’s legs. I aimed my cock straight at the awaiting pussy. The girl’s fingers were holding her pussy lips open wide. My cock head gingerly entered the slippery vaginal opening. It hit against the hymen and stopped.
Suddenly, the girl wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled. She released her swollen pussy lips and bucked her hips upward. Her pussy lips closed around my cock and sucked it into her slick vaginal void. My hardened shaft plunged deep, penetrating the virginal hymen.
The girl squealed, but she didn’t scream. She bucked up again to meet the cock thrusting into her welcoming hole. She bucked and jumped up and down; up and down she bucked and jumped. I thrust and plunged in and out; in and out I thrust and plunged.
I was fucking a sweet little girl with golden locks and she was fucking me! Lord-a-mercy, it was good! It was so good we just kept on fucking and fucking.
I never would have guessed that warm, wet saliva would have made such a superb vaginal and cock lubricant! Yet, here it was doing its job magnificently well! My slippery wet meat was sliding effortlessly into the girl’s slippery wet heated oven.
The girl didn’t know it, but her hot little hole was cooking up a steaming pot of seminal stew. This creamy concoction was just about ready to be served.
My cock began serving the dish. It was piping hot! I was cumming! A heaping helping of thick, warm cream was served as a complimentary side dish atop the chunk of meaty cock inside the girl’s pussy!
The sweet, virginal girl’s pussy reacted as if it had never been served such delectable cuisine before. Her pussy convulsed and hungrily sucked in every morsel of meat and cream. Orgasmic spasms caused her pussy muscles to squeeze, tug, and beg for more.
This little girl with golden locks was cumming, too! Together we squealed as orgasms locked our loins in lustful delight. We continued fucking until we both were whimpering and whining contentedly.
We fell exhausted onto the bed. After we caught our breath, we went back to the tub and washed the sticky sex mess from our bodies. We then climbed back into bed and snuggled under the covers.
The nude little girl cuddled against my naked body and quickly fell asleep. Yet, before she drifted into deepened slumber, she softly whispered, “Thank you, Sir. I’m glad my first time could be with a nice man like you. You’re not too young. You’re not too old. You’re just right!”
I watched the girl with golden locks as she slept peacefully. After a while, I awakened her and we fucked again. This time, we took our time. We touched and caressed. We kissed. I kissed, licked, sucked, and massaged every part of her small, nude body. She kissed, licked, sucked, and massaged every part of mine.
And once again, our saliva lubricated loins joined together in a quest for orgasmic fulfillment. My cock slipped in and out of her sweet little pussy again and again. We both began cumming and totally surrendered to the orgasms bringing us together in forbidden lust and love.
After a while, I walked the girl home through the deep, dark woods and left her within sight of her house. She made me promise to come back often and guide her back to my cottage.
When I returned home, my eyes looked at the rumpled covers on the bed. My mind was thinking about a young girl with golden locks. My voice softly whispered, “Somebody sweet has been sleeping in my bed.”
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