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By DrCock Young Allison’s journey from an 11 year old kid to a full-fledged bimbo
You will meet 11-year-old Allison and follow her journey from a prude young preteen to a full-fledged cock-craving bimbo.
NOTE: All characters are NOT over eighteen and exist only in my head; any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental, and I do not condone sex with minors.
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Steve
My name is Allison or just Ali. I am from a tiny town in Southern Arkansas. Not very sexy, and only inbred for asshole boys. And girls. In my town, I only thought one man was hot, Mayer Stevens, with his fake-boobed, blond, Trophy bimbo for a wife and their 3 beautiful blond kids. That asshole.
I turned 11 six months ago and finally, I thought I was old enough to fuck. Hahaha, not that I had a queue around my house, or by the front door, or.. any at all. No, I had to face it, when God handed out gorgeous bodies and faces, I hid behind the door.
My body was almost boyish in build. I stood 4’7″ tall and was extremely skinny. I only weigh 75 pounds! I had a very flat chest with the tiniest pair of brown nipples that were smaller than miniature erasers. My nipples barely extend from my flat chest.
My legs were fairly long and skinny and my ass was small, and it was impossible to see from my body if I was a girl or a boy, except for my long red hair. I had freckles all over my body and my skin was pure milk white; almost pale, and I wore braces.
I had long red hair that I usually wore in pigtails. My measurements were 29AA -21-23. Yes, I was very skinny, almost bony. In fact, you could easily make out my ribs when I was nude in front of a mirror!
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Even though sex was completely out of my reach, I still started to have wet dreams and once I started masturbating, the urges grew. I heard rumors that Betty, blew a guy for 20 bucks, and she was no price either, but she was thirteen. I actually dressed up once and went outside a local pub hoping that some desperate pervert would want me to suck his cock, I would even do it for free. But, nothing happened.
I guess, my innocent look combined with my freckles, braces, and extremely flat chest made me look like the eleven-year-old girl I was. And I guess, drinking a Fanta didn’t add to the overall impression either. No, I decided that the internet was the future, probably as close to sex as I would ever get.
God, thinking about it now, how naive I was, there are plenty of pervs out there that likes to fuck nerdy ones like myself, but that took me almost another six months to find out.
I went online and made a fake account at a dating site, where old men look for younger girls. I made the analysis that the odds of finding a pervert, willing to fuck me, he’d probably be old and fat, so the old/young dating site was perfect for me. I stole a picture online and found naughty and sinful text from other profiles.
Then, one day, on New Year’s Eve actually, I went viral. My parents were going to an annual neighborhood party.
I waited and longed the whole day. Then finally at eight, my parents left the house.
I sat on my bed, I lifted my dress to my shoulders and the developing breasts (I hoped) were immediately visible. When are they gonna grow to actual breasts, and not just be a chest?
I pulled the dress over my head and began to cup both of my little treasures. Maybe there’s a pill I can take, like Anabola steroids, but for flat-chested girls.
I looked at my naked body in my large mirror as I squeezed my two small tits (I liked to refer to them as tits, well at least someone did), and twisted my sensitive nipples. They weren’t big, but damn how sensitive they were. I sighed wishing my breasts would have been larger. I had even gotten a job, to save money for a breast augmentation (I’d given up hope since Mom’s weren’t that much bigger than mine).
This wasn’t the first time I had done this and just like in the past, the center point stiff pink nipples poked through my moist fingers sending that incredible feeling throughout my body, especially down to my pussy that was hidden by a thin pair of panties. I watched myself in the mirror as I allowed the hard little nipples to slip through my fingers again and again.
Soon I was taking each bud in between her thumb and first finger . . . and gently pinching the tuber almost to the point of pain. I loved doing this and so did my tiny clit which increased in both sensitivity and pleasure the more I touched it.
I looked down at my tiny little butt and tight cunny, then I dropped my panties and saw the large wet spot with my girly juice. The thrill was surging through my veins, and soon, I began to rub my cunny to relieve some of the tension, tingles, and ticklish feelings in my body.
I was in my room, which had a view of the street from my window. I stood up, and with my back, against the window, I started rubbing my cunny and touching my own body all over the place, horny by the thought of the sexy conversation I was gonna have soon. Been waiting for months for this, and now, when I was about to embark on this adventure, I wondered why I hadn’t thought about this before.
I was high on dopamine and adrenaline. I kept looking out the window, a part of me hoped that someone would walk by, like an older man with his dog. It was turning me on and scaring me at the same time. All the small noises outside made me jumpy.
I pushed my ass against the window.
The cold air, from the vent hit me all over my body naked preteen body, making my nipples more profound and ever so slightly pointy. I looked out the dark night, no one was anywhere to see me, but I knew I was gonna get off anyway.
I decided to walk into my parent’s room and lay down on their large balcony (also facing the street).
I spread my legs far and wide as I began to touch my cunny and trail my nude preteen body with my fingers gently, desperately waving for some old dog-walking pervert.
Come on….. whip that baby out and beat off watching me rub my little cunny…
For a few minutes, I kept rubbing and rubbing, even moaning ever so quietly and cutely. I could feel an empty pit in my stomach, I could feel my heart pounding against my fragile chest and my breathing was so rapid and irregular, I probably even forgot to breathe at times. I could feel myself getting close and that’s when I decided to adjust my position. I slowly rose up, and took a quick look around again, scanning for people and feeling safe, I decided to bend over, with my cunny and ass facing towards the road. I bent over on my knees, arching my back and lowering my face to the ground, only supported by my other hand while my other hand was rubbing away at my cunny. I was moaning a bit louder but still, fairly quiet. If someone were to walk by or drive their car along the road, what they would see was a tiny preteen girl, fully exposing her little holes and rubbing away.
I don’t know where this urge came from, but the thought of anybody watching me, and they get horny, would be closer to sex than I’d ever been. And I wanted that. No. I needed that I needed someone to get horny for me…
Two minutes later the thought drove me mad and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started to orgasm and cum. I just kept rubbing away as my body violently shook and trembled and I felt so, incredibly good all over my body.
The tingles rushed everywhere, from my head to my toes, and were curling uncontrollably.
I even started to squirt but I was fairly certain it wasn’t squirt, it was actually just a little bit of pee
I was shooting out because the adrenaline and dopamine in my body were just so high and my orgasm was even more powerful than ever before that I just couldn’t control what my body was doing.
I was orgasming for easily a solid minute before I finally slowed down my rubbing and remembered to start breathing again. I stayed in the helpless position just trying to catch my breath. But no, no one was watching. The closest I was to another human being was the slam of a car door down the street.
The way I could feel my heart drop and stop. Eventually, I got up, feeling weak, excited, and horny I couldn’t see anyone, I just stood there, a bit scared as well, full of adrenaline, what if someone actually had seen me? The scandal… The mocking in school… I couldn’t think straight, I just knew I had to get away from these deranged people. Fuck Arkansas…
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Two hours later, I was talking to someone from California, called Charlie, a 45-year-old chef. He looked really good, and in his pictures, he looked like someone who wouldn’t look twice at me. But, on the other hand, I knew he probably didn’t look like that. For example, what was a middle-aged chef doing on a dating site on New Year’s Eve? He should’ve been working, but I liked the fantasy.
Soon we became engrossed in a wide-ranging conversation, always avoiding the topic uppermost in both our minds. The discussion was reaching new depths of intimacy, touching even illicit subjects such as our respective celibacies.
During our conversation, I started feeling increasingly strong vibes emanating from the other side of the computer. He really seemed nice, not like I had suspected, I had to put it down to my imagination and pre-conceived, judge-mental attitude, he was really nice and sweet, well except for the fact that he was here chatting with an eleven-year-old girl, (probably behind his wife’s back), but on the other hand he thought I was 18. Other than that, he seemed nice, and I actually had a conversation with a guy. No. A man… Me…
We had been discussing television shows when the conversation finally got interesting. I mentioned a police procedural called Juliet Bravo. It provoked a critical response from Charlie. It was also to prove a convenient hook on which to ensnare me.
“What? You enjoy a TV show with a female actress as the lead?”
“Sure, it’s a rare thing on TV, I grant you, but I’m gender-blind when it comes to entertainment.”
”Hahaha, Good one, gender-blind on police personnel on TV. Rare’s the word, I can’t think of another example. Females are usually used only as fodder for male leads. Take the Dukes of Hazzard: it’s entirely male-dominated – in the gender of the lead actors, and, the storylines…. the women are just ornaments. Do you remember any of them? Go on, name one.”
”Sir, I have no idea who Dukes or whatever are.”
”Ahh, yes, of course, you’re a young one aren’t you?” I quickly googled old actresses.
”Yes, 18, so – legal…. and I do have a Dad and he loves some Bo, or something, But it could be Duke as well, I can’t remember. Or a cousin or something similar. Sorry, I’m babbling on. No, Duke… was her name.” She actually looked hot in her old pictures.
“You mean Daisy Duke?”
“And what’s the first thing you think of when you hear her name?”
“Er, her cut-off shorts?”
“Precisely. You’re just like my Dad, He said that she wasn’t chosen for her acting skills.”
“The series is harmless fun. Nobody’s hurt by it.”
”No, but would you have even noticed her if it weren’t for her shorts?”
I abruptly changed the topic.
“Better to be out and about than watching male-oriented television. Where was the most exotic location you’ve holidayed at?”
“Ah, that would be on the French Mediterranean; we went with my in-laws. That was a good holiday. It was where our son was conceived.”
”And why was it so good?”
I was hanging on every word. My little pussy was getting wet, waiting for his answer. His in-laws, my mind started to wander. I felt a frisson of sexual excitement wash through my torso. I prodded for more details.
“Was it the location that made it exotic, or was things going well between you and your girlfriend, in bed I mean?”
What was taking him so long to answer? I almost gave up, when my computer blinged.
“I think we were both seduced by the Mediterranean vibe. We stayed at Cogolin, a village in the hills west of St Tropez. My in-laws had rented a villa with a pool. They took us with them. My wife and I, well a couple at that time. There’s a fabulous, sandy beach south of St Tropez called le Plage de Pampelonne.”
“Isn’t that where Brigitte Bardot used to go?” I needed to shine with the few names of old actresses I knew, well heard of. Well, not really, that God for Professor Google.
“Perhaps, but nowadays it’s overrun with tourists like us.”
Ok, let’s step this up. My tongue wetted my lips.
“Were the women topless?”
This was as near to the topic of sex as any conversation I’d ever had. The air in my room positively crackled with pheromones.
“Bare breasts were rare on the town beach, but tits came out aplenty on the sands further south.”
“And did your wife go – topless?” I shrugged my shoulders again as I paused on the cusp of that final answer. Come on old man…. My pussy’s not waiting forever… Together with a bo… man.
“She did, she had to, because so was everybody else.”
My lips had parted. My chest and neck had reddened. I was aroused.
“And?”
I wanted more salacious details. This conversation could go literally anywhere.
“And what?”
“Was anyone naked?” My God, did I really ask that question…. And on our first date.
My direct, probing question seemed to surprise him with its directness. Once our discussions delved to that depth, sex was surely almost certain to follow.
“Well…there’s a long stretch of sandy beach south of St Tropez, and the further away from the town we went, the freer and easier it got. We heard from another couple that first day, that there were nudists further south, but the beach was more difficult to reach because it was a long walk from the road.”
”Nice…” I wrote as I slid my hand down to my untouched pussy.
“We went to explore it the following day. The road was indeed a long way from the beach, so we had to park at the roadside and walk a long way until we reached the beach, then walk along the water’s edge until we found nudists. Then we stripped off too.”
“With your in-laws?” Oh, God… In-laws… The thought: the old man is taking me in the toiled in the beach bar and ravaging my poor little red pussy…
“No, never. They weren’t beach people so they let us use the car whilst they stayed around the town. We arranged a time to meet up. They did sightseeing and had a long, wine-infused lunch. Then they sat on deckchairs by the seafront and snoozed. So we’re free to indulge our fantasies.”
Fantasies… What fantasies? But I decided to wait with that one.
“Did you swim in the nude?”
“Yes, there were lots of couples doing it.”
“And how was your son conceived?”
He had mentioned before, in passing (I thought, I was looking for straws, I needed ammunition, and this was the time when it was appropriate to explore the circumstances in more prurient detail). My questions all had clear motives.
“How much detail do you want?”
”I want to every last bit of detail you can give me. To be honest… I’m so wet…”
My heart beat faster and my stomach started fluttering.
I had never openly talked about sex before, EVER, to anybody, this was all uncharted territory… even to just talk to a man, so this would be a first. Uncharted territory, a white spot on the Ali-map.
“Since you ask, he was conceived in a moment of sheer recklessness by my wife. No, wait a minute, now when I think about it, we’d been drinking heavily the night before, and my wife was so hung over, that I went to the beach by myself. Sandra, my wife forgot to take the pill. The sex that night was particularly good, and she was unusually uninhibited. that must be it, but, fuck, I was a naughty boy.”
”Nice, go on, what did you do, naughty boy?”
“If I say so myself, I exceeded myself with my lovemaking. Our feelings were mutual. Our bodies acted instinctively. She was exceptionally aroused, and I kept her body on the boil for a long time, teasing her. She practically pleaded with me to let her come. When I finally relaxed control, my orgasm was immense. So was hers, she had multiple climaxes. We were both convinced without having to say it, that she would be pregnant.”
”Listen Charlie, I am sure you are an amazing man, and you’ve made my tiny pussy all wet, buuuut, I asked you a straight question… and you keep talking about how good your sex life was….”
”No, Evelyn (my online name), sorry, I got car carried away, because you’ve made me all hard, yes my 9-inch cock wants your tight little cunt.
My face strained from dealing with my rampant libido, and at the moment I didn’t have a choice.
As he texted I imagined that I wanted to smell his sex, and hers. I wasn’t sure if a cock was what I wanted, and I never discarded the thought of a wet pussy. I imagined his wife leaning forward on her elbows, her hands resting on the desk, palms up. I cupped her breasts in her hands through the blouse material. Her luscious tits shifted suggestively within my palms and fingers. Thinking about it, I reached inside my legs and felt just how horny I was. Then he would enter me from behind…
The thought of groping her tits and being rammed like a dirty dog sent my physical equilibrium haywire. I was over-excited well and I needed to cum again, God, this Charlie had me going nuts…
”Got ya… When we reached the beach. There were lots of naked bodies lying on their backs, gleaming in the sun with liberally applied tanning oil. You can imagine the shock to my system at seeing all those gorgeous naked females, and to be honest, some were too young to fuck.
“I can guess. Were you turned on?
“What a question to ask! What can I say? The only naked body I’d seen before that time was Sandra’s and in magazines. Now there was a whole beach full of them, a voyeur’s paradise.
”Waaaaait… you’re bullshitting me…. I see your picture… and physique… You’re a troll aren’t ya?”
”No, no, I’m serious… What I haven’t told you is the fact that I am, or was, Amish and nudity was completely out of the question.”
Wow… I never expected to hear that, I really have to refrain from the urge to know how, and why he escaped the Amish and their lifestyle, but that would ruin the moment, and I was too far gone with my labia for that to happen… When I was writing my response, I received his next message.
“The beach faced west and the sun was in my eyes as I looked out to sea. I saw figures bobbing about out there in the sparkling water, but they were indistinct, shadowy blurs against the glare of the sun. I went in to swim naked, of course. There’s something very sensual about sea water lapping around naked skin, naked young skin… All wet bodies gleamed erotically in the sunlight, which glinted off the droplets on their skins. The sun was behind us so all young breasts were partly in shadow, emphasizing their glisteningly rounded shapes. I could tell that the girls were excited.
“I swam out, by myself… And I started talking to a group of girls, like your age now. To be honest… they were stoned… and about a minute later I was boldly stroking one of the young’s small breasts. She looked shocked, but then I felt her hand grasp my cock. Suddenly I had a strong urge to fuck her in the open air and the sea. Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this story. I really like you and I don’t want to ruin us…”
”Listen… You’re making so extremely wet… You have no idea how horny I am… please go on…”
”The girl, a young Italian girl, resisted at first, but her face glazed over as soon as I fingered her clit under the water. Her thighs parted, begging for more attention between her legs. She kissed me, and her small hand started to jerk my hard cock.”
”Wait, there’s like a piece of the puzzle seems to be missing… Your wife….”
”Girlfriend, I think I told you about that before, we had a heavy night the night before, and she saw sound asleep on the beach.”
”No, you forgot that detail, anyway go on, I’m so fucking wet now.”
”Are you playing with your tights little pussy?”
”Do bear shit in the forest? Stupid question, go on…”
”Ok, good one, so, we moved away from the girls, and in the end, we ended up just behind some small stones.
She clung to my neck with her arms. Her body was buoyed up by the water. I lifted her lower body easily. She wrapped her legs around my hips, opening up her pussy for my penetration and leaning backward. The saltwater buoyed up her upper body. It floated on the surface.”
God… go on…. type faster you old fuck…. Two minutes later, and an orgasm later, I finally received the next one…
“Our bodies formed a triangle out from our hips. Her head dusted the surface of the water.
The top of our pubic area was visible; the neck of my cock impaled inside her just below the surface. There could be no misunderstanding to those nearby about what we were doing.
It was more explicitly implied than any of the surrounding couples. Her young bald pubic mound was visible on the surface, her small breasts pointed skywards, her engorged nipples like twin peaks of lubricious temptation.”
Another agonizing break. I could see that he kept writing but I needed to cum… For real, like I was done… The small one before wasn’t good enough… I wanted more, and I was building up to it well, reading his text over and over as I frantically rubbed my clit. Then it came.
“There was a rush of blood to my head. I was feeling light-headedness. The sound of the sea, the eddies of the water around our naked bodies, how light her body felt buoyed up by the salt water; and seeing her naked upper body laid out before me in the sunlight, inviting me to ravish her; all contributed to a sense of overwhelming excitement.”
Fuuck… and….. Fucker…. Don’t be so fucking old….. Type faster, twat…
“My thick cock was firmly implanted inside her. She could not draw back, and asked, what if people could see what we were doing? I reminded her that with the sun behind us and our distance from the shore, nobody there could make out what we were doing. She pointed out other distant couples around us and said, but they can see us, they’ll know what we’re doing.”
ANNNND… my pussy was ready NOW….
“I told her that all those around us were doing exactly the same thing, so they didn’t mind. I pointed out another young girl getting fucked on the sandy patch, surrounded by large stones. And… I loved that way her bobbing bobbies.
Then at the last possible moment, she said that she had forgotten to take her pill.
I asked, should I stop? She said, no, let’s play Russian Roulette.”
Fuucker… come on… Did you cum in her? I had another earth-shattering orgasm imagining myself geeing fucked like that.
“We both knew the risk, but I fucked her nevertheless. She’d given me permission to inseminate her. She got very excited, and loud. Her arms clung around my neck, pulling my upper body down towards hers. She threshed about on the surface of the water. I saw other couples drifting closer to watch. I didn’t mention that to her. She was lost in the moment.”
Fuuuck… I want that…. Come on big guy, my virgin pussy is ready for you… It’s pink. It’s wet. It’s craving for a big fat cock to take it, to own it, to make small beautiful babies… You fucker….
God, I hope you look like your profile picture…
My poor pussy is leaking… Fucker…
“My heightened state of arousal gave me superhuman strength, and I pulled her body up vertically and towards my chest so that she was riding my hips with her encircled legs. I could feel my cock, now clear of the water and inside her, thrusting in and out. If any of our watchers had any illusions about what we were doing, that graphic demonstration would have dispensed with any remaining doubts. I remember thinking that I wished I could see her taut bottom like our onlookers.
I felt so liberated, unashamedly fucking her like that, with an appreciative audience.”
Yes, yeeees…. fuck, I read Charlie’s words and rub my little red pussy vigorously… I come. and then I come again… I want people to watch me fuck… To masturbate. In public… Watch me… Just wait until I have huge tits… I come again…
”Evelyn, let me tell you… Not to impress you, but…She came quickly, and very loudly. Her cries carried across the water to all those around us. It was so liberating after the constraints of my ordinary ”married” lifestyle.
A young horny Italian girl with, well, breasts, small ones to be honest, not like yours my God, I love your huge breasts.”
(PS, the ones on my profile were not mine…)
”We tried not to make too much noise there, but you… when you fuck…. you scream… (don’t you).
Now, in the open air, far from home, far from my future wife… My inner slut was unleashed.
She thrashed about, clinging to my shoulders. The other couples could only imagine what internal sensations she was experiencing – Meg Ryan, eat your heart out. This was more than just pure sex. It was an act of mutual love and life creation.”
Meg Ryan, her I know… the scene where she has an orgasm… Love it….
”Fuck, gotta do, the wife just walked in, Fuck, I am sooo hard for you…
Tomorrow?”
”Sure, I already came like a geziliion times, can’t wait to see your cock.”
”I’ll send you a picture later… Gotta go. By the way, how old are you?”
”Depends, how old do you want me to be?”
”Ahhhh damn getting to deep territory now… Ok, really gotta go, she’s practically on the stairs upstairs now.”
I was exhausted, wow, the very first day… Those girls in my pictures are some lucky girls, they get cock whenever they want.
Me – nada…
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