No good deed goes unpunished

No good deed goes unpunished

© 2021, by P.D. Vile
NOTE: This story was originally written for the story writing contest at lolicit.org, where the mandatory theme for the contest was "Vacation plans gone wrong".
Story codes: Mg(11), cons, contest

Chapter 1: No place to stay

The hotel was old, shabby, and badly maintained. Not at all like it was advertised on the website. The lobby was filled with cheap furniture, the standard collections of flyers for tourist locations, and a very bored desk clerk.
And, in front of me, a family of three. The man and the woman were speaking with the desk clerk in rapid Spanish. Their daughter was skipping around in the lobby, exploring what there was too see.

Since she was clearly the most interesting feature in my sight, I looked her over. Not too conspicuous, of course. Just the way normal men of my age, 43, look at a girl: as the cute and playful child that this girl definitely was. I made sure to keep the hunger in my gaze safely hidden behind my sunglasses.
And I liked what I saw. I guessed her to be about 11 or 12. Just over average length for her age, probably a bit under average weight, judging by her pleasurable slenderness. She had the cutest face one could imagine, perfectly formed, Her lively, intensely curious greyish blue eyes were perhaps her best feature, but her perky nose, and perfect mouth were not bad either. Her dark blonde hair danced and flowed as she darted around; the few moments she stood still it flowed across her back, to about the height of her shoulder blades.

She didn't wear much. Nobody did in this warm weather. She wore a loose fitting T-shirt with a print of what looked to be some boy band. Below that she had shorts, bright yellow, drawing extra attention to her perfect tan. They were quite tight, and as she darted around in the lobby, trying to find new things to look at or to do in order to combat the boredom as her parents kept nagging the desk clerk, I could at times clearly see the shape of her tight bubble butt.
The loose fit of her shirt made it impossible for me to see whether she had already started any chest development. But as compensation for that bit of bad luck, it was a rather short shirt, leaving a strip of skin between her shirt and skirt exposed. It's weird. Neither a belly nor a navel is supposed to be specifically erotic. But seeing the soft, smooth, tanned skin of this girl, her straight belly, her well-defined inny navel, all of that made me go weak in my knees and I had to fight to prevent a deep sigh from escaping my lips.

Finally, the young beauty seemed to run out of things to fight the boredom, so she turned towards the one last interesting object available: me.
She looked me up and down a bit. I pretended not to notice, forcing myself to move my head around as if inspecting the furniture.
“Hello, mister. Are you here for a holiday too?”
I was surprised by her impeccable English, give the Spanish her parents spoke. And I was immediately mesmerized by the sound of her voice, Music to my ears!

Her mother immediately turned around.
“Naomi, leave the man alone. I'm sure he has better things to do than talk to a little girl!”
I turned to face the woman, taking off my sunglasses and showing my warmest smile.
“Ma'am, I'm glad to see how well you are raising your daughter. You are right to call her out. However, at this time I really have nothing to do, really. Just awaiting my turn. So I don't mind a little company, if that's okay with you.”
“Hrmpf. Well, your call. But let me know if I need to get her away from you.”
I smiled and extended my hand.
“My name is … oh, never mind.”
The woman had already turned back to the desk clerk and was shooting off more rapid Spanish, completely ignoring my extended hand.

The girl had been watching our conversation. Seeing my perplexed face, she giggled.
“Nice to meet you, mister Ohnevermind. I'm Naomi!”
And then she giggled again. Trust me, if you have never heard the spontaneous outburst of giggles from a young girl cracking a joke at your expense, you have not truly lived. Despite being mocked, I loved the sound of her laughter.
But I had to play the part, so I gave her a hurt look, to which she responded by sticking out her tongue.
“It's Jack, actually. Jack Brimington, but please just say Jack.”

The next few minutes had us sitting on two of the worn out chairs in the lobby, while talking to each other. Naomi chattered excitedly about all the things she and her parents were going to do during their holiday. But she also asked about my plans, and despite her young age appeared to be genuinely interested when I told her about the archaeological sights I was planning to visit and the museums I wanted to go to.
And as we talked, my image of her changed. At first, she had been a very taboo but extremely gorgeous and desirable body, much like the collection of illegal porn I had back home and regularly used for my personal pleasure. But as we talked, she morphed into a real person. A very interesting, sweet, and delightful person. Intelligent beyond her age, a sparkling personality, and a very good sense of humour made me really like this girl.
Not that this stopped me from enjoying her looks, of course. Getting to know her as a person only made her more beautiful.

The Spanish conversation in the background had become increasingly agitated. And then it stopped, and Naomi's parents moved away from the counter, clearly very disappointed.
“Sorry, Naomi. They won't budge. We can't stay here, we have to find another place. And none of the hotels nearby have room for us, so we'll have to drive a bit first.”
I saw Naomi's face fall. This little girl, so cheerful all the time, was suddenly deeply saddened.
“Awww, but you promised we'd be close to the beach. I was so looking forward to that.”
“Us too, dear,” said her mother, “but that man simply does not want to listen.”

And that was when I did the thing I always do. I shouldn't, I know. No good deed ever goes unpunished, as I experienced time and time again. And yet I still haven't learned to resist that urge. When I see people in problems, I want to help, if possible. More so when a child is involved. A hundred times more when that child is cute as a button, and sits teary eyed next to me.
People never appreciate it. I get scolded and told off. Or people accept my help without showing any sign of gratitude, and then even get rude when I don't offer more help.
I should stop doing good deeds. It's not worth it. But I can't help it. And so I opened my mouth.
“I'm sorry, it's probably none of my business, but what's the problem?”

It turned out that they had tried to save money. Every hotel where they had stayed during their roundtrip holiday, they had booked a two-person room. Until now, they had always managed to sneak Naomi in unnoticed. Sharing a King size bed with the three of them was not ideal, but at least they could afford their holiday this way.
But today, they had been caught. And the desk clerk had been very strict. Safety regulations and insurance small print left him no choice. Even if he had wanted to, he could simply not allow three guests in a two-person room. Naomi's parents had then asked to book a second room, but the hotel was fully booked. They had no other option but to cancel their reservation and find another hotel. Which was difficult, considering it was high season and most hotels were fully booked.
“The only other room that is not taken yet is the one you reserved,” concluded Naomi's father. And then his eyes locked mine, lingering, as if he was expecting me to …

See? That's why I need to stop being the good guy. No good deed …
Just showing an interest, just asking, already had set an expectation with this man. Did he really expect me to give up my reservation? Did he really believe I[/I] should go out and try to find another place, even though [I]they were the ones bending the rules?
Even though it was silly beyond belief, I still could not get it over my lips to just refuse, as I should have. Even more when I saw Naomi look at her dad, then turn to me with her pleading eyes.
With a deep sigh, I took out my reservation form to double-check it. It did indeed read what I recalled: two single person beds. Even though Naomi's father seemed to be an okay man, I was not looking forward to sharing my room with him. I really prefer to have a room to myself. But I could not let this family down. At least not Naomi.

“Well, sir, I cannot give up my reservation. But if it's just for one night. I have two single beds, so I guess you could join …”
Once more, I could not finish my sentence. Naomi's parents were already back at the desk, firing off more rapid Spanish.
Only Naomi did what her parents should have done.
“Thank you, Jack! That's really kind of you. Thanks!!”
She even hugged me. I did not complain.

“Miiiester? You come to desk, pleeezz? Check reservación?”
The only positive thing I could say about the desk clerk's English was that it was better than my Spanish. I let Naomi's parents do the talking, handing over documents they told me the clerk needed. A few minutes later, the four of us were in the elevator, equipped with two room keys.

Chapter 2: Unexpected developments

The elevator stopped on the second floor, and before I even realized what happened, Naomi's father and mother stepped out, left their long overdue “thanks, mister!”, and then the door closed and I was alone with Naomi.
It was not until we were at the fifth floor, where my room was, that I managed to close my mouth. Then open it again.

“Naomi, what the f– … I mean, what just happened? I expected your dad to bunk with me, and you to go with your mother.”
Naomi just smiled.
“Yeah, that's what they told the front desk too. But I knew this would happen. We're already on the road for five days. Every night they had to share a bed with me. They're of course horny as hell, and now they've been given a chance to fuck their brains out. I'm willing to bet they're already stripped down and rutting like crazy right now!”
I once again needed a few seconds to regain my composure. Then decided to be just as frank with her as she had been with me.
“Naomi, I don't know what shocks me more. The language you know and use, or the fact that your parents let you spend a night with a man they hardly know.”

Naomi once more smiled that disarming smile of hers.
“My language?” she shrugged, “Dad has NetNanny installed on our computer, but then he set my name as the bypass password. He's … let's say not very good with computers! I am. And I am also quite curious. Especially his browser history has taught me a lot of … let's say 'interesting' things!”
She giggled.
“And letting us alone …,” she shrugged, “guess that's not really good parenting. But they know I can fend for myself. I'm pretty sure you're not some creepy guy who would try to rape me. But if I'm wrong, you'll quickly find out that I can deliver a mind-blowing knee to the balls, and I can shriek loud enough to wake the entire hotel.”

I was not sure of that. If she knew only half the thoughts and fantasies I already had about her, she would definitely call me a creepy guy and showcase her knee-to-balls and screaming skills. But yet she was right too, in a way. She was right that I would not try to rape her. Never, not even in a million years. I am a child lover. Took me long enough to accept this side of me, but now I have: I am a child lover. But lover is the operative word. Rape is not an act of love. I could never do that to anyone, let alone a precious child. I could never hurt those delicious creatures in any way. Least of all this so incredibly cute and nice little girl.
But spending an entire night with her in a hotel room, and no witnesses around, was certainly going to test my resolve in ways it had never been tested before.
I sighed.
“What's the problem, Jack?”
I shook my head.
“Nothing. Just something on my mind. Don't worry about it.”
I thought it better not to tell her how afraid I was of my urges, now that we were in this situation.

Based on how bad the lobby I looked, I was surprised to see that the room was actually just as nice and cosy as expected. But with one exception. A very important exception. Instead of the expected two single person beds, there was just one single queen size bed.
I yanked the reservation form out of my back pocket, ready to storm back to the front desk and demand a change … even though I already knew there were no more rooms. But then, upon looking closely, I realized my mistake. It did indeed read 'dos camas individuales', but I had overlooked the smaller printed '(preferencia)' underneath it. It had been a preference. Not a requirement. Why had I not checked that better when I made the reservation?
Of course, at that time I had no reason to expect I would have a guest.

“I'm so sorry, Naomi,” I said, as I gestured towards the bed, “I really thought we'd have two single person beds.”
She once more surprised me. She stood upright, took both my hands in hers, and looked me straight in my eyes. A look that appeared to go right through me, exposing all my hidden thoughts to her.
“Again, Jack,” she then said solemnly, “I trust you. Don't worry. We'll be fine.”
And then she released my hands, and broke the special moment as she burst into a fit of giggles.
“Besides, if you were going to rape me, you could have done that on a single person bed just as easily.”

I closed the door, then finally unshouldered my heavy backpack. Naomi dropped her much smaller one next to mine.
“Can I take a shower first?”
“Sure,” I responded, as I dropped on the bed.
The little cutie disappeared into the bathroom, and I grabbed the remote control, mindlessly flipping through channels, trying to find something that would be interesting enough to distract my mind from the fact that Naomi was now in the bathroom. That she was in the shower. Water raining down on her smooth little body. Her smooth little naked body. Her hands running all over her legs and chest, perhaps even rubbing a bit between her legs as she washed herself.
Damn!
I forced my thoughts away from these thoughts. The travel shorts I was wearing were not designed to hide the raging hard-on I was sporting right now.

The water stopped, and I knew Naomi was towelling herself dry now. I had just managed to will my erection down, and it was all I could do to prevent it from springing to attention again. With utmost effort, I managed to focus on the Friends episode that was playing.
And then the bathroom door opened and Naomi emerged.
Naked.
Completely naked.
Utterly and stunningly gorgeous – and totally naked.
I lost the battle in an instant. Blood flowed to my dick, I felt how it swelled and grew, and I knew my shorts were now tenting in a very obscene way.

I forced myself to avert my gaze.
“Naomi, you are naked!”
She giggled. Of course she did.
“Wow, Jack. Thanks for telling me!”
But then her voice changed. She got serious, and the volume lowered to just a hoarse whisper.
“I know I am naked, Jack. And you don't have to look away. I know what I'm doing. I'm a smart girl. I trust you, remember? You can look.”

I looked. And she was stunning. Naked, she was even more stunning than dressed.
Her skin was perfectly smooth all over. Her golden tan betrayed a lot of time in the sun, and the very visible tan lines clearly indicated that she owned a very normal young girl bikini model.
Her chest … I had been trying to see signs of flatness or early development before, when she still wore her shirt. I now had the answer. Two absolutely amazing small mounds, just barely protruding from her chest. Large, round areolas, delectably pink, topped off by small pointy nipples.
I briefly looked up, to meet her gaze. I knew how hungry my gaze must have been, but she just stood there, looking at me. Smiling. Looking down at my shorts, where I knew my bulge would be very visible. Then up to my face again.
I let my gaze wander down. Down to that last area. That most intimate part of this delectable young pre-teen. Her mound protruded only slightly, and it was clear to see that no hairs were growing there yet. Just from the sight of her skin there, I could almost imagine how velvety soft she would feel to my fingers. Or my tongue.
Her slit below that was just a straight line. Her lips modestly closed, as to be expected of such a young pearl. But my imagination was already running wild. My mind filled with fantasies of gently prying those lips apart and exploring the secret folds within.

I shook my head and mentally scolded myself. I was losing control. The girl was comfortable showing herself naked. And here I was imagining myself touching her, in ways … Thinking thoughts that needed to remain in my fantasy.
As hard as it was, I had to warn her.

“Naomi, listen. I need to tell you something. I am …”
I hesitated, looking for the right words. But there was no sweet-talking it.
“What you are doing is dangerous. For you. Because … I am a paedophile.”

And to my utter surprise, Naomi just laughed.
“I know, silly. Or, well, I suspected it. I can judge people pretty well. You think that your sunglasses hid everything, but I could still see the movement of your head. I could feel your gaze. And I'm pretty sure I saw you readjust your pants. But then I talked to you … Again, I can judge people pretty well. You're a good guy. You may be attracted to girls, but you are not a rapist. I would not have gone with you if I had not trusted you.”
“Wow,” was all I could say. And then, after a short pause: “Well, I guess you are right. I normally don't even use the word paedophile. I prefer to call myself a child lover. Because I love children. I would never harm them. But they do turn me on. You turn me on, immensely. You are so beautiful. But you are also a very sweet and kind girl. I never want to do you harm.”
“See? I'm a good judge of character. And I like that word child lover better too.”
“But you don't know the thoughts I now have. I'll be honest, Naomi. Seeing you like this makes me incredibly horny. You allow me to watch, and that makes me so lucky. But also afraid. Of myself. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself, or if I'll lose control.”

She looked at me, her eyes once more prying deep into my soul. Then she sat down next to me on the bed, and I felt the heat of her naked body against my side.
She took my hands in her, like before. And once more looked into my eyes.
“Look, Jack. I already told you: I trust you. You are a good man. I sense that, and I trust my senses. No matter how much you desire me, you'll never cross my boundaries. You just can't.”
Her hands still holding mine, she directed my hands to her chest area. My fingers were just inches from those delicious tiny breast buds, that I wanted to touch and feel more than anything in the world.
And yet, I kept them still. I did not touch them. The girl, once more, was right.

“See? I see your struggle. But I also see that your better part will always win.”
She returned our locked hands to the area in between us, releasing me from the sweet torture of being so close, yet so far from those precious little mounds.
“But there's also another thing you keep forgetting. I already told you how curious I am. I am eleven. Twelve in two months. Like many girls my age, I am curious about my body. Your body. Feelings I have.”
She paused, I think this was the first time I caught her hesitating to continue. But I kept my silence until she had gathered the courage.
“I am curious about sex, Jack. I know how I can make myself feel. I know what an orgasm is, I masturbate. But I want to know more. Experience more. For a long time already. The boys at school, from my class, or from a higher class? Idiots! A friend let one feel her up, and then that guy bragged about it to everyone, and now everyone calls her a slut. And what do they know about sex? How can they teach me?”

A long silence. I suspected what would come next, but I wanted, no needed her to be the one to say it.
“Running into you is like a gift from heaven, Jack. You are nice to me. You like me. You desire to have sex with me, and I want to try things with you. And … and I can trust you. Look at how I just tempted you, and you resisted. Trying sex scares me. I want it, but it scares me. I need to try this with someone I can trust, trust totally. Trust to stop if I don't like it. Someone like you.”
To be honest, I was not sure if she was right about that. As much as I wanted to believe I would be able to remain the gentleman I wanted to be, I was not quite as convinced of myself as she was.
But I did not say that. My resistance had crumbled. The girl had seduced me, tempted me, and now dragged me over a threshold I had expected I would never cross.

Once more, she moved my hand to that exciting location, less than an inch from her soft skin. I could almost feel the warmth of her skin on my fingers. Once more, I kept them where she left them. Until she whispered, hoarsely: “Touch them, Jack. Please touch my boobies.”
And then I clasped my hand over her little buds, allowed my fingers to explore the soft firmness of those little mounds, and it was all I could do to not come into my pants right away.
And then she gently took my hand in hers, and pulled it back. She didn't use force, she just tugged gently, I could have resisted her with ease. But I didn't. As much as it tortured me to have felt those awesome buds and now be deprived again, she wanted me to stop. And so I stopped.

And then she smiled.
“See? I can trust you. I know you want to go on. But you don't, because I indicated you to stop. Even after allowing you to touch them, you still back off when I ask you to.”
I said nothing. She was right. As much as I was dying to put my hands back on her little tits, to kiss them and suck them in my mouth, there's no way I would if she didn't want me to.
“But no worries, Jack. I want you to. And I want much more. Take a shower. And then join me here, on our bed, and teach me about sex. Please.”

Chapter 3: Some good deeds do get rewarded!

Despite my rush to return to the bed, to that precious little pearl of a girl waiting for me, I forced myself to take my time in the shower. To make sure I was perfectly clean. This was going to be her first time. She was allowing me to be her first lover. I was determined to do all I could to make it as good as possible for her.
Once clean, I towelled myself dry, then wrapped the towel around my hips. I knew the girl would want to see my dick and I wanted to show her my hardness, but when she was ready. Not now already.

When I finally emerged from the shower, clean, dry, and ready for action, I was greeted by the best sight possible.
Naomi was on the bed. Legs spread wide. Her right hand was gently rubbing between them, where I knew her sensitive clitoris had to be. Her left hand was furiously pumping the handle of a hairbrush in and out of her immature hole. Her mouth was agape, as she was moaning and panting, clearly close to orgasm.
If my dick had not been rock hard already, it would have been now. I felt it throb and twitch in anticipation of what was clearly ahead, making the towel dance in front of me.

The girl stopped her masturbation as she heard the bathroom door, though I could see her desire to finish and get herself off.
“Bit impatient?” I attempted to joke.
“Sorry, Jack,” she replied, smiling, “I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to see me playing a bit with myself. And I wanted to show you I am not a virgin. Not physically. But you took longer than I thought, and I got carried away.”
“That's okay,” I grinned, “but I can't bear to see you this close and have to stop. Will you permit me to finish what you started?”
Instead of replying with words, Naomi just removed both hands from her crotch and spread her legs as wide as possible.

I didn't hesitate. Not anymore. Naomi had convinced me she wanted this. She had convinced me she wanted it with me. And she had convinced me that her read of me was better than mine. That, no matter how difficult it might be, I would indeed stop immediately if she asked me to.
And so I knelt on the bed. I lowered my mouth to her dripping wet pre-teen pussy, and inhaled the tangy sweetness of her honeypot. This was not what I had imagined under the shower. This was not the slow sensual start with kissing and gentle touching. But she had been close to orgasm. She still was close. She needed to finish, so I had to adapt and go fast.

As soon as my tongue touched her cunny, she sighed deeply, and bucked her hips eagerly against my mouth. I gently pushed her down, then let my tongue explore the area, pry between her slippery folds, lap her copious juices, and then end on her sensitive clitoris. I licked and licked, and enjoyed the exasperated moans escaping her mouth as she received her first ever oral attention.
While continuing to twirl my tongue around her sensitive spot, I moved my right hand toward her small entrance. Having seen the size of her hairbrush handle, I didn't hesitate to extend my middle finger, place it against her entrance, and push it in, slowly but firmly. Her slippery wetness allowed me to enter easily, though the tight ring of her vaginal muscles still clamped firmly around my finger. If she was this tight around my finger, then how would it feel to …
I chastised myself for that thought. She had not indicated she wanted to go that far. She was only eleven, she probably would not. Of course she would not.
I pushed the thought away and focused all my thoughts and attention on pleasuring this little girl, this little treasure whose unexpected offer turned what I thought to be a bad turn of fate into my luckiest day ever.

With my full attention once more focused on pleasuring Naomi, she soon was squirming and bucking, as I licked and kissed and nibbled her clitoris, all the while feverishly pumping my middle finger in and out of her tight little cunny.
I enjoyed the taste of her juices, the scent of her arousal, and most of all the little squirms and moans and pants. As I felt her getting closer and closer to that much-needed orgasm, I increased my pace even more, giving it my all to try to make her feel as good as I could.
She clearly had already been very close. And so it didn't take me very long to get her there again. I heard a deep gasp. Her entire body tensed. I felt her muscles contract around my finger, trying to milk it of the juice that wasn't there, as she shuddered and moaned from pure pleasure.

Once she was over the peak of her orgasm, I slowed down my actions on her body to allow her to ease out of it. Finally, she relaxed and heaved a deep, contented sigh.
“Wow. That's so much better than doing it myself. Thanks, Jack!”
I heard myself sigh just as deep as she had done, as I inhaled her delicious scent one more time before propping myself up on my elbows.
“No, thank you, Naomi. For allowing me to give this precious gift to you.”
And then Naomi burst into loud laughter.
“Wow. Did you really say 'precious gift', Jack? Been reading one too many romantic novel? Let's just call it like it is, okay? You licked and sucked my cunny, that's all. And now I'm going to jack and suck your dick, to see if it is anything like the videos I have seen. And to see if practising on bananas really did me any good.”

I was still trying to come up with a good comeback to this. Debating whether to respond with equally dirty language, go the other direction and double down on the romantic language, or just laugh and shrug it off. But my thoughts were interrupted when Naomi pulled me down on the bed next to her, then readjusted her position to be close to my hard cock.
She took her time to just look at it. And I enjoyed seeing the look of sheer appreciation on her gorgeous face.
“Nice,” she whispered, as if to herself, “not as big as in the videos. Good.”
“Not disappointed?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry, didn't mean to say that loud. No. Not disappointed.”
She bit her lip, seemed to ponder her words.
“A bit relieved, actually. I've seen some that …”
She shuddered and didn't finish her sentence.
“Welcome to reality, sweetie!”

“Can I touch it, Jack?”
Now it was my turn to laugh out loud.
“What happened to the girl who bought none of that romance shit and bluntly told me she was 'going to jack and suck my dick'? Where does this come from?”
She giggled.
“Okay, good point. I said that to shock you. It's still your body. I should ask.”
I smiled and ruffled her hair.
“Someone taught you well, Naomi. You are right. You should ask. But in our case, whatever you want to do with my penis, the answer is yes. You can.”
I saw a short smile curl her lips and realized she was pondering ways she could mock me by taking that statement too literal. But then her curiosity to play with an actual dick got the upper hand, and she returned her attention to my hard member.

I watched in awe as this wonderful girl, so innocent, so young, yet so eager to learn and experiment, and most of all so amazingly beautiful … as this wonderful girl slowly extended her hand and touched my dick for the first time. It was just a gentle touch first. But then she enclosed her fingers around the shaft and applied some pressure, to assess the firmness.
“Hmmm. Soft and hard at the same time, weird. But it feels nice. Warm. Does this feel good for you too?”
“Yes, it does. Your hand is soft and warm. And you are so incredibly sexy.”
“And now I need to do like this, right?”
With those words, Naomi started to move her hand. She moved it up first, sliding it across my skin. And then as she moved it down again, she took the loose skin with her, pulling my foreskin down to expose the dickhead.
“Oh, yes. That feels really good Naomi. Keep going!”

She needed no further encouragement. Beaming from ear to ear over my compliments, plus my moaning and panting to prove I was not lying, she gradually increased the pace. Soon she was jacking me at high pace, and then she even extended the fingers of her other hand until she touched the loaded balls in my sack, and caressed me there. It was all I could do to not cum right then and there!
I laid my hand on hers to slow her down.
“Careful sweetie, or you'll make me cum. Are you sure you've never done this before?”
“I want to make you cum, Jack. I want to make you feel good too. And I want to see you cum. I want to experience it all. But you are right. Not yet.”
She smiled at me, a totally disarming smile from this totally disarming girl.
“And yes, I am sure I've never done this. I'm sure I would have remembered! But I've watched a lot of porn. And practised on bananas. On my hairbrush. And on the dildo mom thinks she has cleverly hidden.”
She paused for a second, pondering her words.
“But this feels better. Because it's warm and alive. But also because I see that you like it. Hear your moans to prove how much you like it. I'm sure you understand, I bet it felt the same for you when you licked me just now.”
“Yes, Naomi. I loved your moans. I loved seeing and feeling you cum. Especially knowing it was me that made you feel so good.”

She returned her attention to my still throbbing manhood. She was still holding it, but no longer moving her hands, which had allowed me to relax a bit. But the tip was covered in pre-cum already, and that caught Naomi's interest.
“That's not sperm yet, right?”
“Indeed. It's pre-cum. Men make pre-cum when they are excited, because …”
“Yeah, I know. Lubrication. Just like my own juices, So that it's easier to put the penis into the vagina. You don't need to explain, Jack. I already told you, I'm curious. And good with computers. And I've not only watched porn, I've also read a lot of much better, more reliable sites.”
I just nodded and stopped talking.

“But there are still things that I could not learn that way,” she mumbled, more to herself than to me.
She peeled back my foreskin once more, carefully stroked a finger gently over my dickhead. And then she stuck that finger in her mouth to taste my pre-cum.
“Hmmm,” was her entire comment.
“Don't like the taste?” I inquired.
The young girl shook her head.
“Dunno. It's not really bad I guess. Not good either. Just … weird, I guess? I'll get used to it.”
With those words, she leaned forward, opening her mouth. But I grabbed her shoulder to hold her back.
“Naomi, you don't have to. If you don't like it, I mean. I'm more than happy if you just jack it. Or even if you want to stop now, I already had the best day of my life. You don't have to suck me.”
“I know, Jack. I know I don't have to. But I want to. Even if the taste is weird, I want to. I want to try it. I want to know how it feels in my mouth. And I want to make you feel really good, like you did to me.”

And then she brushed away my hand and leaned in, until her face was close enough that I could feel warm air gently touch my dick whenever she exhaled. She paused. One short second of hesitation. Then she resolutely opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and lowered her head.
I felt her mouth on my dick for the first time. I felt her moist lips glide over my dickhead, as she took more and more of my cock in her warm, moist, welcoming cavity. She kept going lower and lower and I felt I had to warn her but the sensation was so awesome that I was hardly able to breathe. And by the time I managed to open my mouth, it was already too late.

“Nao …”
Gagging and breathing for air, Naomi came up from my dick.
“Whoops,” she managed to say in between coughs.
“Sorry, sweetie. I tried to warn you, but you had me gasping for air. Don't take more than you can handle. You've probably seen deep throat videos. But that takes a lot of practice. Please don't try that again.”
“I'm sorry,” Naomi said, “I wanted to make you feel good.”
“Oh dear, you made me feel good already. So fucking good. It was amazing.”
“Can I try it again? I won't try to put it all in anymore.”
“Of course you can. If you want to. Not if you think you have to.”
“I want to, Jack. I know I had you in my mouth for only a second or so, but I liked the feeling. And I liked how you moaned.”

I no longer objected. I just laid back, allowed Naomi full access to my dick, and allowed myself to enjoy her actions.
She quickly returned to my sensitive meat. She first drew back my foreskin again to expose my dickhead, then took only that part in her mouth. She explored what she could do with her tongue, with her lips, with suction. I said nothing, my moans and groans were sufficient feedback to quickly teach this inexperienced girl what I liked most.
Soon she got into a rhythm where she bobbed her head up and down, while at the same time pumping the base of my shaft with her hand. At times she would pause, close her lips, and suck as hard as she could, Or she would swirl her tongue around my dickhead. And then she'd take my dick out of her mouth and lick all along the length of my shaft before putting it back in. It was clear that she had watched lots of porn. She was not experienced, but she knew the popular variations!

It didn't take her long to get me right on the edge again. I was panting and moaning, mumbling incomprehensible words, from the sheer pleasure that this underage girl was giving me with her inexperienced but eager mouth.
As much as I enjoyed it, as much as I wanted it to last, I couldn't. I felt my pleasure rise quickly, and I knew my orgasm was about to hit.
“Naomi,” I managed to pant in between my moans and groans, “I am about to … to … I'm … Ohmygoooodddd!!!!”

I had tried to warn her. Tried to tell her I was about to cum. So she could stop. Or at least stop sucking and return to stroking, before I shot my sticky sperm. But she seemed to have misunderstood, because the only effect of my warning was to make her suck me even harder, stroke the base of my cock even more. And that of course resulted in me reaching my orgasm even faster. I felt my balls contract, felt the great sensation of hot liquid shooting up through my shaft, and then unloaded spurt after spurt in the inexperienced pre-teen's mouth.
I saw Naomi try to swallow the first spurt, then gag a bit on the second. She coughed a bit and had to let go of my erupting member during my third spurt. As I continued to shoot, my sperm coated her nose, hair, and chin. But a lot still shot straight up into her still open mouth. And before I was even fully finished, Naomi took my dick back in her mouth to try to catch and swallow the last bits of my load.

“I'm sorry,” I said, after I regained my breath, “I tried to warn you, but I was too late. You suddenly sucked even harder and then …”
But Naomi shook her head.
“No, you did [/I]warn me. You didn't finish the sentence. But you warned me. Remember, I am inexperienced, but not dumb. I know what happens when you suck a penis. I knew what you were trying to say. I sucked harder because I [I]wanted you to cum.”
“Really? In your mouth?”
“I thought I would be able to swallow it all. But that's … it was not at all like I expected.”
“You mean the taste?”
“That too. But how much there was. I made a mess, sorry.”
“No reason to be sorry. Many girls and women never want to taste. Let alone swallow as much as you did. You were amazing!”
“Thanks, Jack!”

And with those words she fell in my arms, hugged me tight, and kissed me full on my mouth. I tasted myself, my own sperm, but I didn't care, because I had this precious girl in my arms, her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth.
Even though I had cummed just minutes ago, I felt my dick start to rise again. Naomi clearly felt it too. She broke the kiss with a surprised look, glanced down, and beamed a happy smile.
“Wow, getting hard again already? Most sites I read told me …”
I pushed a finger gently against her lips to shush her.
“Did those sites also tell you that sometimes men can get it up immediately again, if they are with a very, very, very sexy and beautiful girl?”
She smiled and blushed, and then took my cock in her right hand again, stroking and rubbing it. It did not take her long to get it to full size again.

She leaned in, her voice just a conspiratorial whisper.
“Can we now also … you know …”
I knew what she wanted to say. But the slight blush on her cheeks, the unease in her voice, was just too cute. So I kept quiet and let her struggle.
“Can we … can we do it? For real, I mean?”
I paused a bit longer. She drew a deep breath.
“Will you fuck me, Jack!” she finally exploded, “will you stick your dick in my pussy and fuck me?”

Chapter 4: An offer I can't refuse

Even though I knew what she was going to ask, I still gasped hearing her actually say it. Not because of the rude words she suddenly used, but because I realized how special this was. How lucky I was to get this offer.
“Are you really asking me this, Naomi? Are you offering me your virginity? Are you really sure about this?”
She looked back at me. I saw a weird mixture of equal parts doubt and resolve in her eyes. All I could do was wait until she had collected her thoughts enough to answer.

“Yes, Jack. Yes, I am asking you to fuck me. And I guess … I had not thought of it that way, but it does mean I ask you to take my virginity. And no. No, I am not sure. I am scared and insecure, but also horny and curious. And ready. I think.”
I swallowed. I knew I had to do the right thing.
“If you are not sure, Naomi, then we should not do it. We can still do other things. But please don't rush into something you might regret later.”
A long silence followed. But then my little lover resolutely shook her head.
“No. No, Jack. You get it wrong. I may be unsure about this … about fucking. But one thing I am sure about. Very sure. Fate brought us together. This is a chance for me. I have no idea when, or even if I'll get another chance. If I don't do this now, I will regret it tomorrow already, and that regret will grow and grow until I hate myself for hesitating. Until I hate you for not taking what I offered you. I know you mean well. But I need this.”
She sighed deep, then continued.
“I am scared, of course I am. Isn't every girl? But I found the best possible man to give me this, and we have only this night. If I want this, I have to do it now. And I do want it. Please, Jack. Please take my virginity and make me a woman.”

The way she looked at me, with her pleading eyes. The way her body looked, so perfectly slender and smooth. The promise of the tightest cunny I'd ever had. And the way her soft, warm hand had kept stroking my hard cock as she was speaking. I could not have refused even if I wanted to. And damn, I did not want to. I had wanted to go all the way from the second I had set sight on her, and it had taken considerable effort to hold back and not rape her.
Now that she wanted it? I was delighted!
But I still knew that I would always put her happiness, her joy, above mine.
“Yes, Naomi. Yes, I will accept your offer. I will make you a woman. I'll fuck you. But do know this. If it hurts, just tell me. If you get second thoughts, just tell me. If you want me to stop, at any time, for any reason, just tell me. It will be hard for me to stop, to pull out, because I know how god-damn sexy you are, and I know how much I want and desire you. But I will, by God, I will. I will stop if you want me to.”
“I know,” Naomi smiled, then kissed my mouth again, “that's why I want you [/I]to do it. It must be a man I fully trust. A man like you. A man I dare ask this, even though I'm scared … no, [I]because [/I]I am scared. It's [I]because I am scared that I need you to do this. Or, well, someone like you.”

And then she simply laid back on the bed. Spread her arms wide. And then spread her legs, exposing her sexy girlhood even more to me. A pose of total submission.
“I'm ready Jack. Do it. Make me a woman.”
How could I resist?

I moved my hand between her legs, to feel that delicious forbidden area.
“Wow, you are really wet already!”
“Yes, I know. I told you. I'm ready.”
I moved my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers clean.
“And you taste wonderful.”
Then I moved closer. My body above hers. On my knees, between her spread legs. My elbows on the mattress, to supporting my weight, keeping my chest just inches above hers. I lowered my face and our lips met. Her arms reached around my neck and pulled my face close, as our tongues moved between my mouth and hers, in their own passionate dance. I shifted my weight, so I could support myself on just my right elbow, and moved my left hand to her hot and sticky honeypot, where I caressed and massaged and teased until her body squirmed and her breath vibrated in my mouth from her barely contained moaning and panting.

But then she broke the kiss, and moved my hand away.
“Do it, Jack. Stop your fucking teasing. I love it, but I need you to do it now. Fuck me.”
I didn't reply. Not with words. I just readjusted the position of my legs to lower my pelvis. My left hand now found my own throbbing and leaking manhood, and I pointed it straight to where young Naomi wanted it.
We both gasped simultaneously at the moment of first contact. That moment when the very tip of my dick pressed against her inner labia, barely parting them yet.
I looked Naomi in the eyes, a wordless question on my face. She replied with the slightest of nods, just enough movement of her head that I saw it, but it was clear enough to me. I started to apply pressure.

“Oh, yesssss!”
“Oooaaaahhh!”
I don't even know who said what. We were both enjoying the moment. The wondrous feeling as her lips stretched, then parted to allow my hard rod entry. First it was just the tip between her stretched lips. Then they parted more, and I felt myself enter the tightness of her vagina. I paused a bit, looking at Naomi's face for any signs of discomfort. But all I saw was happiness, eager anticipation, and a small remainder of the slight fear that had been there all the time, that she had talked about, but that now seemed to wane a bit.

Having seen her play with her hairbrush, I knew not to expect any physical barrier. Recalling the size of that brush, I expected her to be able to take my dick without discomfort. But I still wanted to go slow. To prevent any pain, but also to make the moment last and last for as long as I could. To give both her and me a beautiful memory that would last us a lifetime.
I looked down at the angel underneath me. Her soft skin, her small mounds and her erected nipples, but most of all her face. Her gorgeous face. Her smile. Her look of anticipation, as I slowly but steadily pushed deeper and deeper.
The sensations on my dick were totally incredible. She was insanely tight, like a barely fitting glove. She felt warm … no, hot! Not feverish hot, but still hot. Her slippery moistness made the movement go easy, in spite of the tight grip of her vagina on my pole.

And so I kept pushing. Deeper and deeper. Until, eventually …
“That's it, Naomi. All the way in.”
“Oh, feels so good Jack! So much better than a toy. It feels warm in me. And alive. I can feel it twitching. Can you keep it like that for a while?”
I did. I kept my hips still. But my hand, no longer needed to direct my dick towards her entrance, was free to roam. So I moved it to her chest, to play with and enjoy the flesh of those two beautiful small mounds. Another moan escaped her mouth.

“You can move now, Jack,” she whispered hoarsely, barely audible.
I pulled out, slowly, taking my time to feel the sensation of her vaginal muscles gripping my sensitive flesh in a vain attempt to keep it in. I pulled out until only the tip was still in her, then reversed motion and pushed in again. Slowly, once more, so as not to scare her. And to enjoy the exquisite feeling of her tight, no longer virginal cunny, gripping my dick.
“Ooooh. Oh, yes. So good, so good, so good. So. Fucking. Good!”

I lowered my head to kiss her, and she immediately grabbed my neck to press my lips hard on hers, while invading my mouth with her tongue. Our kiss was passionate, eager, wild, while at the same time my hip movement remained slow and gentle.
When I felt her hips start to move, start to meet mine, I took it as a sign that she wanted me to speed up. So I did. My strokes remained long, but they became faster. And in response, her hands fell off of my neck, her head toppled back on the mattress, her mouth agape, a bit of saliva escaping her mouth as she gasped for breath and moaned and squealed as an orgasm made her body shudder and her vaginal muscles contract insanely around my dick.

I held still until she relaxed, then picked up the pace again. By now I was horny as hell and every muscle in me was screaming to just ram my dick in her as hard as I could, to fuck this girl like the woman she wanted to be. And yet I kept control. I remained in control of the force and pace of my thrusts.
They were harder and faster than before, and I kept upping the rhythm, but all the time I kept looking at her face, listening at her sounds, reading her bodily responses, ready to back down the second there was any discomfort.

But there was no discomfort. Just pleasure. Pure pleasure. The fear was gone. The anticipation was gone. All that was left in Naomi's eyes was wild, animalistic lust. A desire to be fucked, a need for more orgasms.
My free hand moved down from her breasts to her vagina, stroking and massaging her clit as my dick moved in and out of her tight cunt. Her body was glistening from her sweat and all it did was make her more attractive, more sexy in my eyes. Once more I drove her to orgasm, as indicated by a loud squeal and a tensing up of her upper body. But this time I did not even pause, I just kept moving in and out, still at controlled pace, still not at full force, but hard enough to give this little girl an experience to never forget.

Finally, her orgasm waned.
“Go harder Jack,” she pleaded, “go harder please. I know you're holding back. I'm glad you did. But now I want you to really fuck me. Fuck me hard, like you would fuck an adult. I am so horny, I want to feel your dick slam in me. And I want you to cum in me. I want you to have an orgasm as good as the one I had!”

By now I was so excited, so horny, so ready for release that I did not need any further encouragement. I pressed my lips back on hers, invaded her mouth with my tongue, and at the same time slammed my hips forward, ramming my dick deep inside her immature cunny.
“Ouch!”
I immediately stopped, scared by her response. Scared by my own sudden lack of restraint.
“No, don't stop. Keep going. It hurt, but only a bit. Not in a bad way. I want to experience this too.”
“You sure?”
She nodded.
“Uh-huh. I'm sure.”
“Well, okay then. You can still say stop when it gets too much.”
She nodded, then wrapped her legs around my hips and used her feet to force my hips back into her, an unmistakeable signal to fuck her.

And fuck her I did. Now convinced that she really wanted this, I no longer held back. I slammed my dick hard inside her tender frame, pulled back, then slammed in again. Every inward motion felt so good. Every time I pulled out, it felt like leaving paradise, but only to return again with even more pleasure.
But even better than the feeling of her tight grip on my fuck-rod was the sight. Her body on the mattress, fully surrendered to my hard fucking. Her head lolled back, eyes rolling in pleasure. Every time I slammed in, a squeal escaped her open mouth. Every time I pulled back, she inhaled fresh air, only to let it out in another squeal as I forced my manhood back into her once again.
Sweat dripping, lungs pumping, her squealing, me moaning … we became a four-legged, four-armed single body, moving in unison, the perfect pairing, the ultimate joy.

As I pumped my engorged rod in and out of the immature little goddess underneath me, I had to fight to delay my orgasm. I saw now that despite the slight pain, Naomi was indeed enjoying the hard fucking I was giving her. And I wanted her to cum, wanted her to experience an orgasm from a hard fucking, before I could allow myself to shoot.
And it was clear she was getting close. Very close. Without slowing the pace of my fucking, I moved my free hand to below her smooth soft ass, grabbed her firmly by one cheek, then pressed my finger against her anal opening. Only against it. Not inside. But that was enough.

She opened her mouth, her body tensed, and then she produced a loud, long wail as her cunny muscles contracted, making her even tighter than she already was. I later wondered whether she was loud enough that her own parents, three floors below us, would hear. But at that time, all that was in my mind was seeing this girl cum, feeling her cunt grip my dick, and feeling the jets of hot sperm shoot through my penis and propel into her waiting body.
As Naomi's lithe body shuddered a few more times and then relaxed, my dick kept shooting spurt after spurt. I felt excess sperm flow past my shaft and stream out whenever I shot in more. And yet I kept shooting, more and more, as if my balls had an endless supply.

But eventually my orgasm waned as well. I felt the last drops of sperm dribble out, and then I felt the strength leave my body.
As much as I wanted to stay inside this girl forever, I was not sure I'd be able to keep supporting my weight in the aftermath of such a strong orgasm. So I quickly rolled aside and laid down next to her, making sure to avoid any chance of crushing her.

We lay there side by side for a bit. Panting and recovering. Naomi was the first to regain a bit of strength. She leaned into me and kissed me deeply on my lips.
“Thanks, Jack. That was amazing.”
And then she crawled down, sucked my sticky limpness in her mouth and started to lick it all clean.
Even though it felt amazing, I did not get hard again. But I still enjoyed it.

Eventually she stopped, when it was all clean.
“I wish I could go on, but my mouth gets tired. All of me is tired.”
“Of course you are tired. I am tired too. Let's just sleep.”
And so we did. We snuggled together. Her back against my chest. My right hand resting on her chest. Her hand loosely wrapped around my still flaccid penis.
Soon her slow breathing betrayed she had departed into the land of sleep. I followed her there not long after.

Epilogue: The morning after

A ray of sun touched my face, waking me from a deep and relaxing sleep. As my mind drifted back into reality, I recalled the amazing evening and night I had had.
I opened my eyes, hoping to take in Naomi's beauty once more. But she was not there. I was alone in the bed.

Had it all been a dream? A fantasy that was just a bit too realistic?
I stretched and got up. My messy groin betrayed that if this had been a dream, it had been a very wet one. A quick shower was definitely called for.
But as I got up to go to the bathroom, I noticed a slip of paper lying on top of my backpack.

“Dear Jack,
I had a wonderful evening and night with you. I will never forget the gift you gave me. I need to go now, and I know we will never meet again.
But please, do remember me, like I will always remember you.
Forever yours,
Naomi”.

I carefully folded the note. Stowed it securely in my luggage. I never wanted to lose it, always wanted to keep and cherish that piece of paper. The only tangible memory of Naomi that I had.
Not that I needed it. The memory itself was strong enough.
I'll never forget Naomi.