As I tooled my car toward the freeway and interstate highway west to my next office setup, and pulled to a halt at a red signal, a girl, roughly clad in the uniform of the free-thinking semi-hippie types of today approached my car and thumbed me.
"Ride, mister?" she called. I glanced around hurriedly, as many times, I was aware, several of them in a group use a single girl for bait to get a ride, and when you open the door, they all pile in. She was obviously alone – no one within a hundred yards. I reached over and unlocked and opened the passenger door.
"Hop in. Where are you heading?" I asked as the car gained speed and swung up the ramp onto the interstate.
"Anywhere you're goin', mister." She grinned. "I just ran away from home." A carefree little gamin, I decided as I appraised her cute face and short hair.
"Problems?" I asked, casually.
"God, I'll say. And I was supposed to be in court at ten-thirty tomorrow morning. I just know they were going to put me away till I'm twenty-one. That's what the judge threatened the next time I came in front of him. It's not for me, nossirree."
"What was the problem, specifically?" I asked.
"Aw, hell, just 'juvie' – you know, juvenile delinquent. Same old crap all the time. Just don't want us kids to have a good time," she snorted.
"Sex or dope?" was my next question, and her head snapped around.
"How'd you know? Are you fuzz, mister? Oh, well, I guess it would just about have to be one or the other, wouldn't it? Naw, I never touch dope – I've seen too many of those clowns get all fuck… all messed up on it. I wouldn't touch that," she declared virtuously.
"Don't be afraid to say 'fuck', like you started to say, young lady. If you've been doing it, you can certainly say it. And I'm a doctor, so you can't tell me a new word anyway, I'll bet you." I looked at her and gave her a sympathetic smile.
"Hey, you're okay, Doc. Where you headin'?"
"West. A couple or three states. It all depends. You want to go along? I guess I can afford to feed you for the company. I don't suppose you drive, do you?" I asked.
"No. I was goin' to learn this summer, but my boyfriend got busted and his car got repossessed." Then she grinned and slid over on the front seat. "But I'll try to keep you good company, Doc, to pay for the lift." She left little doubt by her tone of voice and voluntary nearness as to exactly what she meant.
I slipped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her a little closer, then dropped my hand down across her young chest. Her breast, small and firm and round, met my hand through her shawl, and I squeezed it gently. She leaned forward.
"Wait a minute. Let me get out of some of these threads, Doc." She wriggled and shrugged, and tossed the shawl and a sweater into the back seat and laughed up at me. "Hell, no sense wasting a good feel on a bunch of cloth, is there. That better? I thought so," she said, settling down again within my one-armed embrace.
In half a mile she let her hand creep across my lap, and unzipped my slacks. Hauling my cock out, she stared down at it and whistled.
"Jeeeee-sus! Where'd you get all that? What a beauty!" she said, and began rubbing and stroking it with both hands. The touch of her tiny hands and her enthusiasm brought it rapidly to full erection, and I began looking for a side road off ramp. I swung off at the next turn out, and proceeded a couple of miles up the narrow road to where I could see both ways for over a mile. That was enough warning time, I figured, so I pulled over and stopped and turned to face her.
She still held my turgid cock firmly in both of her hands, and was gazing at it in awe and wonderment. Then she looked up and smiled and spoke.
"Can I give you a blow job, Doc? Keeee-rist! That's a honey. I've never seen one that big," And without waiting for permission, or perhaps she felt the tacit approval that pulsed in the veins of my rigid dong, she bent her head, stretched her jaws, and finally got the head of my shaft into her tiny mouth. She stroked furiously with both hands along its stiff length as I felt her hot, wet tongue rimming the head and feeling around the opening in the end of my tool. As snug as her cheeks and mouth were, I knew that she wouldn't even "be able to begin to take any sizable portion" of it into her willing-but-little face, so I lay still and contented myself with the happy sensation of watching her small hands and tender pink lips massage my cock and fantasized about her adolescent avidity.
It had been twenty-four hours since I'd had any sex, so it was only a matter of moments till I felt the striving of my load to escape. I placed my hands on the back of her little head and pulled, her to me, inserting another couple of inches into her thoroughly stretched oral cavern. Then it came, running, leaping, pounding into her mouth, and although she struggled to contain it all, it was almost gagging her, and small white driblets seeped out the corners of her overloaded mouth. In a minute she came up for air, and kept hold of my cock as she spoke.
"Wow! And I mean wow! That was groovy. But who in the hell can take all that, Doc? God almighty, I sure wish I could – you're the answer to a girl's prayers, but a girl would have her choice of choking or getting split in half with a cock like that. But it sure is fun to play with for a while. Was it good, Doc?" Her eyes were appealing and seeking approbation. When I assured her that she was a really tremendous head job, it satisfied her, and she continued to pet my dick till it was again rampant and throbbing.
"I wasn't," I told her, "going to try to screw you, because I'm so damned leery of V.D.. Do you have a dose, little one? And what the hell is your name?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm Carolyn. I guess I took care of the other chores before worryin' about introductions, Doc. And no, I don't have a dose. The court insisted that I have a physical four days ago – pre-probationary exam, they called it – and I passed, and haven't been near a cock till just now, so we're both safe. But I don't know if I want to screw you, Doc. I don't mean to sound uncooperative, but, Jesus Christ, that's a helluva lot of cock to stuff up inside a little girl. Oh, I've dreamed of one like that, but who the hell ever thought they'd have their dreams come true so fully?" She kept fondling my staff, and I waited patiently. "We could try it, I guess. I'd sure like to take it. But if it hurts, and I tell you to stop, you stop, won't you? Don't hurt me too much, Doc."
I promised, and told her to get on top of me, and that way she could settle down on it only as far as she wanted to and could take comfortably. I'd just lie on the bottom and let her direct traffic. She said that that sounded better, and slipped her skirt up around her waist. She wore no panties, and I was amazed that she had shaved all the hair off her pubes, leaving me staring at a clean pink slit that was already rimmed with beady-slick juices from her emotional warmth of petting and sucking.
My thumb reached down and rubbed her tiny clitoris very gently, and she squirmed over on top of my lap as she got saliva in the palm of her hand and rubbed it all over the already-lubricated head of my cock. Then she parted the lips of her tiny cunt, and I could see the inflamed and eager redness of her waiting cavity as it was slowly lowered onto the flaring head of my pulsing tool. As the head was seated an inch or so inside, and bumping against the first barrier of close-set walls of her cunt, she parted the lips with both hands and wrapped them around the head. The intense heat of her tender young cunt enveloping my shaft caused a jerking motion throughout my cock, and this communicated itself to her, and she took a deep breath, sucked in her abdomen, and dropped fiercely down upon my swollen penis. It felt for a moment as if she had flayed all the skin off my pecker, and I could imagine how furiously her vaginal walls must have stretched with the straining entry of my immense cock into her baby pussy. She collapsed forward onto my chest, and lay sobbing with her head and face on my neck. She was breathing rapidly, and I could tell that she was almost crying with the splitting pain of my huge cock rammed up in her pinhole cunt. But it had been her choice, so I lay still and waited.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod, I'll bet I'm torn in two," she moaned. "I should've gone slow and easy, but I just thought, get it in, then it won't hurt so much. But, oh Christ! It hurts, Doc. No, don't move. Leave it in. I think it would hurt too much to try to take it out right now. It's gettin' a little better. Oh shit, I feel as if I'm ruined for life. My God, I nearly split myself on that beautiful hunk of meat. There," she said, smiling up at me bravely, although traces of tears hung in her eyes, "it's gettin' better, if I can just relax. But Keeee-rist! And damn! Every muscle in my gut is either stretched or torn, I'll bet." She raised herself an inch or two and lowered herself again, slowly and tentatively. "There, that's not as bad as that first stab. In fact, that feels great, once I can get my cunt relaxed. Now let me go ahead. I'll give you the tightest ride you ever had, Doc. Damn, but that's good. Ooooooh, yeah right there, just hold still and let me work all that lovely meat over. And over and over." She speeded up her rhythm, and the hot gripping of the walls of her sweet young pussy clinging to my shaft with every long stroke soon brought forth another boiling in my loins, and her frenzied attack told me that she, too, was nearing her orgasmic peak. We exploded together, and she fell onto my chest with all of my huge cock stuffed up into her gripping, grabbing cunt, and we lay there enjoined as she rubbed and milked in spasms to drain me of all of my love juices.
Finally she slid off and we got our clothing in some semblance of order, and as I drove back onto the interstate and headed west again, with her snuggled up close and warm against me, we discussed the situation we were facing.
"I really dig young girls the most," I told her, "as you probably guessed, so why don't we tie up together for a while? If, as and when we ever split up, I'll be generous with you, so you won't be hurting for money or clothes, and I'll get you a second-hand Mustang to drive, and so forth. In the meanwhile, you'll be my daughter, and no one will be the wiser. Incidentally, what are we going to do about school? How old are you, and what grade were you in last?" I asked her.
She giggled. "You're gonna hate me, Doc. I was eleven three months ago, and I'm in sixth grade." She laughed again at my stunned expression. "I started sprouting when I was nine, and then some of the boys taught me a little, and I liked the hell out of it, so being a little dumb about things, we soon got caught. Naturally, the boys just got a lecture, but I got put on probation. Hell, I'll bet the judge and lawyers'd have liked to fuck me, too. Anyway, I just decided I didn't want to go to reform school for seven years – they put you in till you're eighteen, y'know – so I just decided to run away. I'll promise you a couple of things, Doc. If you take care of me, I'll give you all the lovin' you can stand, and do anything, and I mean anything you want me to, 'cause I like sex every direction, and I won't let nobody else touch me, and I'll damn sure never ever snitch on what we do. That's a promise," she said solemnly.
I told her that we'd try to find a private school that would take her on the basis of tests instead of a school transcript, and that we'd work it out. Now I was set up permanently – or at least for a few years until she grew up and I wanted another, younger cunt – with my own little Lolita. It looked like my new life and setup were coming along exactly according to dreams I'd had.
So here we are, all fixed up fine in our new location, and you'll never know for sure exactly where we are, or who I am. We may even be in your town, and I may be seducing your daughter. If I am, all you have to do to get even with me is to be honest with yourself and your natural desires for young quim, and go on out and get yourself a young, snug teenager and teach her the delights of sex. The young ones want us older partners, too, you know.
Happy hunting.