The Casa/Clara by the Stream

"Clara," you ask, with sheepish excitement. You unwillingly thing of the old mans blood that is still pooling on the floor of a nearby room.

"You are very pretty," you start, trying to clear your mind. Clara blushes and squeezes her shoulders together as if she were trying to accentuate her undeveloped breasts. "You are filling my mind with love" you continue, building up nerve, "would you have sex with me?"

You watch Clara's face with the side of your eyes, too afraid to fully watch her or look away.

She lets out an involuntary squeal and blushes even more deeply. For a brief second you are unsure what the reaction means. Then Clara twirls herself towards you and lands in your lap. Your hands catch the hips of her light frame before sliding to her buttocks and pulling her toward you, widening her legs around your torso and pulling her dress up closer to her waist. She beams up at you with childish delight. You feel your face get hot and your stomach drop as your mind reels over the sensation of the eager young girl.

Quickly in disbelief you pull your ready penis from your pants and it is immediately pressed against the smooth warmth Clara's naked crotch. You look at her tight smile and her large eyes, her straight blond hair. You press your lips onto her delicate softness. That is when finally time slows down. You are holding a girl who is possibly not ten years old. You run your hands over her whole body and she presses against you as if she enjoys your touch. She is rubbing your penis with her tender pussy between her narrow hips, and you are kissing her passionately. Her mouth, her body, her weight, all are dwarfed by yours. Holding her is more akin to holding a cat than holding an adult.