Unknown - Daddy_s Little Girl

She swung away and up again, the fullness of her naked white thighs swinging forward into the bright blue sky with wanton abandon. "Huh… oh… all right…" she said vaguely, only half aware of what she was agreeing to.

And then he stopped the swing abruptly. Catching her breath, her flared nostrils snorting with sensuality, June let her cousin lift her off the swing, her breasts and belly sliding erotically down his muscular front like liquid rubber. Then he grabbed her hand and they ran off together in the direction of Shakespeare's Grave.

The grave wasn't really Shakespeare's, of course, but merely a little marker of the site where a North Short Railway man had been buried about a hundred years earlier after a disastrous collision of the four- forty with a neighborhood cow of those days, at that time the greatest transportation catastrophe in the history of the North Shore. But the marker had been faithfully tended all these years – by Evanston Township Council after the railway made them a present of the land – and the shrubs around it were all-concealing of the little bench next to the marker where not a few North Shore couples had come to 'spoon' and get to know each other better over the decades.

And Ronald now made ready to get to know his younger, but voluptuous blonde cousin better. Dragging June down onto the bench, he pressed his mouth against hers and quickly forced his tongue in between her tightly clenched lips. The twelve year old girl's sexual anxiety had reached such a fever pitch that the feel of his tongue laving the most sacred inner portals of her warm moist mouth gave her an electric start which made her loins turn over violently. It was by pure instinct that her hands came up and grabbed his square bony shoulders, holding them tightly as she returned his kiss with fervid desire, her own tongue snaking bashfully forward and licking at his, her lips then sucking joyously on his tongue.

And, if that had been all there was to it, it probably wouldn't have mattered so much.

Except that then Ronald did just what she might have expected him to… he put his hand up under her skirt…

"Oh! Arggggghhhh!"

Not letting her mouth escape and beating off her struggling hands as best he could, Ronald slid one of his hands underneath her skirt, moving it smoothly up over the smooth soft warmness of her inner thighs until his young cousin jerked away from his embrace.

"No – oh! You mustn't!" she babbled, knowing that stopping was the very last thing she wanted him to do.

But it was no use protesting. His mouth gripped hers again, and she couldn't resist for an instant the terrible instinct to suck lavishly on his tongue, which in a sense came to feel like a penis in her mind's imagination, the little taste buds becoming like the ridges she remembered seeing on her father's penis.

Ronald took complete advantage of her temporary surrender, his fingers quickly inserting their way up under the snug elastic leg band of her snow-white panties, pressing forward to locate the quietly sleeping little slit between her legs.

Oh my God, she thought as his middle finger thrust downward through her throbbing cuntal flesh, that feels so good – oh God, I can't help myself.

Giving up all thought of resisting, June's hands came up to grasp his head. His finger, which had at first encountered only quiet softness, was now rewarded with a flow of vaginal moisture which seeped in a fierce, excited rush from between June's tender cuntal folds. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips and she closed her eyes. I'm doomed, she thought. He's got me now.

His experienced middle finger worked around and around her moist warm pussy flesh in an insane attempt to drive her wild. For a moment she felt as if she were dying, drowning in a quicksand whirlpool of purest carnal desire. She had never before had anything in her starving young cunt besides her own fingers, and now her tongue was being sucked on as well while Ronald's tongue lapped at the inside of her mouth with urgent need. For a moment it was easy to imagine that his tongue was a penis committing unnatural sexual intercourse with the inside of her burning hot mouth, and this thought made the adolescent blonde's loins squirm all the more.

By now, Ronald's entire hand had disappeared all the way down inside her panties, the tight elastic leg band encircling his gently moving wrist as his finger wormed around inside her quivering sex-hungry loins, drawing a rush of heated wetness with every slightest movement, until his hand was pressed firmly up against her throbbing pubic region, his palm warm on her sparse young pubic hair, his middle finger almost all the way into her virginal vagina and actively finger-fucking her.

"Oh no, you mustn't," she panted momentarily, breaking away from his kiss, but this was very temporary, for he smiled in that winsome male way, and she fell headlong into his kiss again, as if hypnotized, pressing her full-lipped red mouth to his with an urgency that overwhelmed even her youthful seducer.

Her defenses totally down, the blonde girl's pelvis began lewdly undulating over his raping middle finger. I'm lost now, she thought.

Totally, totally lost…

And she would have been – had there not suddenly been a warning growl from the throat of the neighborhood's most menacing German shepherd…

"Brute!" she gasped, tearing herself away from her cousin Ronald's soul-kiss.

The Donovan family pet glowered at Ronald, his eyes menacing and dangerous. The boy's finger slid heatedly from June's passion-drenched pussy and out from under the leg band of her soaked white panties.

"Hey, go home!" Ronald yelled angrily. "What are you doing here!"

The moment of respite was just long enough for June to jump to her feet and race out of the small circle of concealing shrubbery. Ronald attempted to get to his feet and follow her, but Brute's warning growl came across so bone-chilling that the fifteen year old froze in fright and dropped quickly to the bench again.

"You bastard son of a bitch," the boy cursed. "I'll get you for this.

You rotten son of a bitch dog."

But the only reply from Brute was a slight curling of one side of his lip as the boy sat there angry and disgusted. And, for a moment, the general impression he had of the German shepherd's face was that the dog was smirking at him.

June raced home sobbing, partly with excitement and partly with dismay, bursting in through the kitchen's Dutch door and slamming it behind her. The car was out of the driveway, so her mother was probably out shopping and it wasn't necessary for her to dry her tears immediately.

She took the stairs two at a time, sniffling and brushing the wetness on her pretty young face with her sleeve as best she could.

In the bathroom, she washed her face of all telltale frozen tears and toweled it completely, so that she was clean again. Slut! the blonde girl cried at herself in the mirror, hopelessly ashamed. She had behaved terribly. But somehow, once Ronald had slid his finger up into her pussy and worked it around a little bit, she had become totally helpless and enslaved. Particularly when he had worked it around the sensitive little pleasure button of her clitoris.

Oh God, that had felt so good! Then she had tingled with electricity as if her loins were on fire.

Oooh, if her parents only knew what she'd just let her cousin do to her in the park. How ashamed they'd be of her. She couldn't bear it if her darling father ever found out she had let a boy do that to her.

Especially when she loved only him and couldn't bear to think of anyone else touching her like that.

Distraught and gasping, the twelve year old student made her way back to her bedroom, swinging her long blonde hair around her shoulders.