The oaks, maples and birches, ablaze with reds, golds and all kinds of oranges and tawnies, with majestic firs interspersed among them�my hometown at this time of the year.
From my favourite park bench, I spotted a group of teen girls, who immediately spotted me back and went into full middle-aged-man alert. I saw the worry and annoyance in their faces.
I went straight into my Latin-only edition of Ovid’s Metamorphoses.
“What are you reading, Sir?” a girly voice asked me from my right, startling me.
She was sitting right there, as if she just materialized, and yet I recognized her. She was often in that park, while I sat and fed the pigeons before reading on.
Unfazed by my surprised shock, she leant toward me and took a look. The scent from her long golden hair... She mesmerized me!
“You’re reading Latin?! I haven’t seen someone do this in ages. But, uh, do you mind me sitting here with you?”
As she spoke, she moved closer to me with such agility that told me of a girl who did gymnastics. She now sat cross-legged, holding her ankles and giggling at me.
She wore an orange Halloween headdress, topped with two bats and some fluffy white fleece that looked bizarre in daytime, yet seasonal. It was a childish thing to wear, and yet something in her bearing told me she must be at least fifteen, no matter how thin and small she was.
“Yes, I’m slightly older than I look! They never believe it when I show my ID’s!” she giggled, smiling as her gaze followed mine as I was checking out her black Chuck Taylor’s and wanting the feet inside them.
“I see that you like me, Sir. Would you care to come at my place? I’ll heat you some coffee, or chai...”
As if I was about to commit murder, I looked around and made sure no one was nearby. Then, I nodded and allowed myself to smile. What about her parents?
“I have the place all to myself, uh, presently. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Care to step inside?” she said, giggling like only a teen girl would as she unlocked the door with such careless precision as if she had been doing this for long decades.
Once inside the second-storey flat, it was clear that she must be living with her grandparents, for there were all sorts of old baubles, and all the furniture predated 1950. The nine-foot high ceiling did not lessen that effect.
“Do you like the place? It’s a little dusty, but I love it!”
She took what turned out to be an old vinyl 45-record and put it on a record player. A childish-sounding jingle of bells softly filled the air, soon accompanied by dreamy female voices with a love theme clearly meant for teenagers back in the 1950’s.
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She whirled around in the middle of the old living room. It was not only dusty, but it looked like nobody had been there for ages. There were cobwebs, but...
... Her eyes, her smile, her long, flowing hair! There was no looking away from her. She looked so dainty, so lovely!
I rushed at her, kissed her! Before long, I was feverishly undoing one Chuck Taylor’s while she was undoing the other one, giggling and playfully accusing me of being an old pervert.
My cock was raging inside my pants! She was seeing right through me, and I was so hungry for her! Off came her basketball shoes. I kissed her socked feet, then got quickly rid of those socks and learned how young and tender her skin was.
Off came her beige sweater. Down her legs slid her dark denim trousers. She had alluring lines for legs, and perfect slim hips. I was ravenous!
“Don’t worry, Sir, my parents won’t be back anytime soon... Meow!” she said, purring like a cat as she slipped her thumbs under her pale pink panties and slid them down her wiggling hips, showing a glorious patch of golden hair. Yes, she was at least fourteen.
I kissed her down there. There was no turning back. I gently rolled her around and began to lick and kiss the loveliest butt I had ever seen or felt. She kept giggling. She wasn’t really partaking. She just gave herself to me and let me do my thing.
Her tits were small and fabulous. I had kept the removal of her pale pink bra for dessert. Her nipples were small, almost as pale as the rest of her angel’s skin. I just couldn’t get enough of her!
After a long spell of ravenous kissing, I had her down on all fours. The rug was quite comfortable, so I fucked her doggystyle, her pale bum ever-colliding with me as I felt her incredible tightness. She was pure youth!
This life celebration ended predictably, with a grunting flourish. I finally realized I wasn’t using a condom.
Too late! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHRRRGHH�NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!!”
Breathless, sweating, I let myself fall beside her, the happiest man alive.
She came upon me and kissed my neck. There was a peculiar pricking sensation, like a bird’s sharp peck. I laughed. But she kept on with the lovebites, and this started to seriously annoy me. I tried to push her away, but her little body insisted with surprising power.
I strained with all my grown-up strength. It was no use!
She just clung to me and... Sucked at my neck and kept at it. The pain went away. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark and I wasn’t alone.
“You’ve been sleeping four days and nights, darling. I hope you will forgive me, but I was feeling so lonely! Now, we will be together, forever, isn’t it wonderful!” she giggled and smiled with long canine teeth.
No more honey in her hair. Her eyes still reflected her giggling, but now she was old and wrinkled.