Unknown - Her Secret Life

"Ooohhh, shit, I love to be fucked!" the pretty little blond girl sobbed in her passion. "Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck my cunt!"

She wrapped her slim arms around his neck and grasped his plunging ass in her slender legs clinging to him and moaning in his ear as he tucked her beyond the point of no return for both of them.

When Lisa's pleasures finally reached the point of orgasm, a tremendous convulsion ran through her little cunt, and that was the final straw that forced Paul to let go. His crotch lurched, tightened, and contracted.

With the contraction, all his defenses melted, and his semen started pouring out of him.

"I'm coming in you, Lisa!" he announced.

His quivering testicles shuddered with alternating contractions and relaxations, his cook jerked with unspeakable pleasure, and his prostate between his cock and balls had a convulsion all its own.

"I'm coming up your little cunt!" be told her. His swollen cock jerked with spasms of its own as the thick jism poured from the twitching piss-slit. The knots of tension in his belly dissolved in a warm rush of pleasure, and the release flooded through his groin, opening his cock like a faucet until the come poured out of him like milky piss.

"My hard cock's pouring semen up your cunt!" he informed Lisa.

But she already knew that. His jerking cock make her feel really good, and she was totally prepared for the onslaught of come. She gasped when it started squirting into her, but then she discovered that the hot liquid jets actually increased her pleasure, and she reached the ultimate climax of her orgasm the highest peak of her short sexual history, while Paul was pumping his liquid pleasure into her virginal cunt.

"Come in me! I come in my cunt! Fuck me! Come in me!" she shrieked.

Paul couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to. His animal body had taken control, and his hips refused to stop humping until the last drop of jism had been drained into Lisa's squirming body.

They clung to each other, welded together by their passionate pleasure, their sex organs locked in the same ecstatic vibration. Their climaxing bodies danced in uncontrollable ecstasy, coming together until their mutual orgasm drained them both of every available ounce of animal energy.

Panting for breath, muscles turning to jelly, they collapsed into the mattress exhausted, his cock still within her, her legs still entwined with his. They held and patted each other as they slowly brought their breathing back to normal.

They lay like that for a long time without speaking, until Paul's cock began to shrink, and he pulled it gently out of her drying cunt.

Paul took her in his arms and she snuggled next to him, purring like a tiny blond kitten.

Their minds drifted happily in that mildly hypnotic state that follows a truly cosmic orgasm. Paul knew this day would remain fresh in his memory for the rest of his life.

Lisa turned finally and stretched her lovely limbs. "I really liked that a lot, Paul!" she purred. "It really felt good! I'm really glad we did it!"

"Me too, baby!" Paul chuckled.

"I've been fucked!" the child said reverently. "Paul, you came up inside me and everything! Didn't you?"

"I sure did, baby! Didn't you feel me?"

"I though so! But I was comin' so hard right then. Paul, we came together, didn't we?"

"That's right, baby!"

She remained silent for a while.

"I guess I was pretty good then, huh?" she asked.

"Oh, baby! You were great!" Paul said sincerely. "You were the best piece of ass of my life!"

Lisa giggled. "You can fuck me once more tomorrow, before I go!"

Paul's eyes snapped open, and he looked at the lovely little nyniphet with her blond head snuggled into his shoulder.

Tomorrow! His eyes trailed down her long legs, stretched now in relaxation, pausing to gaze on the little curly blond nest where her creamy thighs came together.

One more day! Only one more day, to remember for the rest of his life!

Paul could detect a change in Lisa the next morning from the minute she walked out her father's door.

It wasn't just what she was wearing, although that was different. Today she had on a little pink suit, linen perhaps, over a lacy white blouse. The skirt was short, mid-thigh or above.

She took a step, and something in her posture made Paul look to her feet. Yes, she was wearing little pumps, with tiny high heels. And her legs-she was wearing stockings, pantyhose probably.

Her hair was washed and brushed, and it shined like gold over the shoulders of the pink linen jacket.

But it wasn't just the clothing the suit, the stockings, the high heels. It was something in the way she carried her body. It was a body that understood itself better, and it didn't try to hide it.

When she stopped to glance in the pool. Lisa bent from the waist, her hands on her knees. The pink linen skirt didn't quite go up as far as her panties when she bent over, but Paul could see where her pantyhose changed color, and his cock bulged in his robe.

Paul was suddenly conscious of the dryness in his mouth, and of the stubble on his unshaven cheeks. He stepped quickly into the bathroom and splashed after-shave on the stubble. He got back just in time to open the door for her.

"What a lovely outfit!" Paul said.

"Thank you! Daddy bought it for me to wear home on the plane! Do you really like it?" She twirled around the room for him, making vague imitations of the movements of fashion models. Paul was delighted, and the new sophistication be had sensed in her in the courtyard melted back into the child who blushed when she heard dirty words.

But there was something decidedly womanly about her, too. When they moved into the bedroom, she asked for a hanger and carefully hung up her new jacket and skirt.

Paul watched her ass wiggle-she was wearing pink bikini panties under the hose and thought how that attire it looked in grownup lingerie.

She shrugged the lacy blouse off her shoulders, revealing her breasts, nipples already hardening with desire. Paul lay on the bed waiting for his lover to undress. Was she the little girl he had met by the swimming pool, who had told him she had never been kissed?

"Do you like my pantyhose?" she asked. She could still giggle.

"Very cute!" Paul said. "They make your legs and ass look very grown up!"

Lisa slipped the ultra-thin stockings down her long thighs, carefully slipping them off her little feet. Even her panties were new-pink satin, with lace panels on both sides.

"New panties, too!" Paul said. "Turn around!"

Lisa twirled a couple times. Her panties were cut tight in back, so they showed the crack of her ass between her well separated buttocks "They're very sexy!" Paul said. "Let me take them off!"

Lisa jumped over and hopped in bed with him. Paul took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She responded the same way, almost tearing his robe off. They hugged and kissed, caressing each other's bodies.

"You never did kiss me everywhere on my body!" Lisa giggled.

"I know!" Paul sighed.

"You could kiss my breasts again, though, if you wanted to!"

Paul kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way toward her immature breasts, budding but not yet fully ripe, topped with womanly nipples, dark red and puckered for pleasure. He kissed the shallow valley between her tits and then started giving oral stimulation to the nipples themselves.

"Oh, yes. That's what I wanted!" the little girl sighed. "It always feels so fine when you suck my nipples, Paul!"

While his tongue and lips played with her breasts, Paul's right hand was caressing her panty-clad loins. He fingered the budding mound of her immature pussy-hill, feeling the smooth satin cloth under his fingertips.

"Now you're touchin' my pussy!" she giggled.