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By Kiarra
Girl Number Five:
A new family had moved in to our apartment complex a few months before Brady, along with her mother and brother, left for their new home. Diana looked almost Oriental, despite her family’s Hispanic name, and she looked like a frail little flower. Oh, can looks be deceiving! 14 years old, Diana was very slim, like Lori. Her young breasts had just begun to grow, and not much beyond the areolas. Her little-girl hips were only beginning to hint at her womanly future. Diana’s face was olive, but otherwise reminiscent of a porcelain doll. A real beauty if ever I’d seen one. Save one, she’d also turn out to be my favorite lover, but for unexpectedly different reasons — and not until almost a year later. ~~
Diana was quite shy at first; barely making a peep when she’d join Brady and Lori at whatever game they were playing. Despite being the older and taller of the three, Diana seemed content to let someone else lead. Usually, that was Brady, until she decided Lori had complained enough. Sometimes, I’d join the girls at the Nintendo or one of the many board games they enjoyed, especially one with a Pokemon theme. As was my usual poison, I constantly tried to sit across from Diana with my penis poking from my shorts. Her attention always seemed to be elsewhere, though, and it took a couple of months for her even to notice. When finally she did, her expression was different from anything I’d ever seen: fascination, mixed with unadulterated fear.
Diana seemed almost to cringe at the sight but, at the same time, she couldn’t take her eyes from it. It’s hard to put into words what her face was saying… it’s as if she was beckoning to my cock with all her being, all the while preparing to jump up and run away if it came too close. Before very long, whenever Diana came over, she’d look at my crotch first, and often. That never failed to arouse me, and within seconds she’d be staring straight at a throbbing adult erection. The look in her eyes was always the same; simultaneously saying she desperately wanted it, and desperately wanted it to go away. ~~
This went on probably for about six months. Diana didn’t make any move to approach me, and something unspoken told me not to approach her. One day, however, when it was time for Diana to go back home from her visit, Lori gave her a hug — something my daughter loves but, for whatever reason, had never attempted with Diana. Her now 15- year-old friend (Lori was a couple of months shy of 14) didn’t respond at first, but slowly raised her arms to return the embrace. Seeing my chance, I asked Diana if she’d like a hug from me. Tentatively, the older girl approached and put her arms around my waist. As my hands gently caressed her back, Diana held me tightly, as if afraid to let go. Shocked as I was, I had no idea what was still coming. ~~ Diana came over one day when Lori and her mother were out shopping, and I was working on the computer, as usual. From the upstairs window, I told her that the girls were out, and she asked if she could use our bathroom. “Just a moment,” I said, and put on some pants. (Alone with Diana in the house, however briefly, I didn’t feel like leaving myself open for any potential accusations.) I let her in, and walked toward the living room to give her an unobstructed path between the bathroom and the front door. Just then, I heard the deadbolt click. That’s odd, I thought. As I turned, I saw Diana walking toward me instead of the bathroom.
Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand, and used some martial arts maneuver to lay me out onto the floor! The tiny girl quickly sat on my chest and looked into my eyes with nothing less than an animalistic ferocity. “If you move, I’ll scream,” Diana said, almost without emotion. Oh, my God, what the hell’s going on here, I asked myself. Stunned, I could only watch as she peeled off her tank top, revealing the beginnings of her juicy breasts, and pulled up her skirt, showing her bare, almost hairless pink moist sex. She, like Brady before her, was dripping wet; literally leaving a pool of her teenage-girl juices in the recess of my neck! Sliding down my legs, Diana fumbled with my belt and undid my pants, sliding the zipper down almost impatiently. My still- flaccid penis seemed almost to irritate her, and she began sucking noisily, trying to bring it to life. She succeeded, still taking it to the root after my cock became fully engorged, despite the haste with which she seemed to be working. Her technique hardly was the soft, loving fellatio I’d come to prefer. Undoubtedly, however, Diana was in no mood to care.
Sliding back up, the wanton young girl on top of me positioned herself over my now raging prick and slammed it home without so much as an ounce of preparation. She moaned, more from her gut than from her throat, and began riding me with a passion I’d never known before from a girl her age. I reached up to caress her juicy breastlets, and she fairly growled, “Don’t touch me!” Okay, whatever you say… Instead, Diana’s hands rested on my upper chest, sliding within minutes to my upper shoulders, her thumbs almost digging into my throat. I seriously wondered if I shouldn’t be afraid of this teenage girl! “Come, damn you,” she screamed, as if her voice was speaking someone else’s words. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna COME,” she repeated. Diana’s eyes seemed to glaze over just before her face pointed up toward the living-room ceiling, and she screamed, “God, yes!!” My orgasm slammed into me then, sending us both careening into the stars now emblazoned across our retinas. “Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggh,” I heard from somewhere in the cosmos. I have no idea whose voice it was. When finally I’d regained my senses, Diana had just finished pulling on her shirt and smoothing her skirt.
Without looking back, she turned the deadbolt, opened the door, and simply walked out into the afternoon sun. I lay there for the longest time, staring at the door, disbelieving. What the fuck just happened? ~~
Something of an explanation arrived a couple of weeks later. Diana had visited Lori a couple of times since our little tryst — for lack of a better word — and, interestingly, had betrayed no sign of the nearly demonic little ball of pure passion I’d seen that one afternoon. Her mother came to collect her one day, and she began discussing the subject of her young daughter with my wife. In honest curiosity, my other half beat me to the question: Why is Diana so quiet? “She usually doesn’t talk to adults until we tell her it’s okay,” came the response. “She was viciously fucked by her uncle a couple of years ago.” “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” said my wife. “Her uncle did it?” “My brother,” the woman said, hanging her head. “He’s in trouble now. He told her,” pointing to her daughter, “that if she ever said anything, he’d kill me and her father, and her, too. So, Diana let it go on for months without saying anything, until we caught him. “That was two years ago, and she’s still slow to open up with anyone, even other children.
Your daughter’s the first person she’s really had any fun with in a long time.” I’m not EVEN going there, I said to myself. Out loud, I offered, “Well, Lori likes playing with her, too, so she’s welcome any time.” (I meant that for my daughter’s sake, foremost. Lori and Brady often fought like sisters; she and Diana always seemed to enjoy each other’s company, since the older girl was content to follow whatever my daughter suggested.) “Yeah, she needs the company,” my wife echoed, “and it sounds like Diana really needs a friend right now.” I’m not entirely sure WHAT she needs, I thought. ~~
The next time Diana came over, the girls were gone again, and I said so from the upstairs window. “Okay,” came her answer, and she trudged off slowly. I never heard the door open, or close. I never heard her sneak up the stairs. I have no idea to this moment what she clocked me with. When I awoke, I was sprawled out on my bed. I’m not exactly a lightweight; that must’ve taken some effort, even if the bed is only about fifteen feet from my desk. The first thing I noticed, other than a roaring headache, was a roaring hard-on being engulfed by a fourteen-year-old girl-with-a-vengeance. She heard me moaning in a combination of pain and pleasure, and let my penis pop noisily from her mouth. Straddling my body, she moved up until her hips were almost parallel with my face, and then took hold of my hair, hard. Shoving my face into her almost hairless juicy snatch, she commanded me to eat her. Saying no was not an option. As much as I hate her uncle for what he did to this poor girl, I was thankful at that moment that he’d not been any worse. It was painfully obvious — literally — that I was to be her outlet; her way of proving to herself that she was in control of her own life, in whatever form that took. I had two options, it seemed: to stop letting her in the house when I’m alone (and to remember to lock the fucking door!), or try somehow to re-channel this behavior into something more constructive.
After all, it appeared as if I was the only person who could… Diana came in my mouth, and she quickly mounted my screaming erection again, riding it much like she had the last time. Again, I respected what I assumed was her continuing wish that I not touch her. Again, her hands were nearly around my throat, and I had to adjust my neck and flex its muscles to be able to breathe. Again, we rode the throes of orgasm; only this time, I had to fight to keep consciousness as her grip tightened, and as the bump on the back of my head reminded me of its presence in no uncertain terms. Diana, meantime, let out a scream that seemed to come from her gut, in an eerily deeper voice than should have been possible. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn at that moment that she was possessed.
That assumes I know better. The 14-year-old girl suddenly returned, collapsing upon me in a heap, whimpering almost like a puppy, until she’d caught her breath only a few minutes later. Within moments afterwards, she was standing up, getting dressed, and walking downstairs to let herself out. It took me fifteen minutes before I COULD stand up, my only incentive being the aspirin bottle in the medicine cabinet. ~~
The Jekyll-and-Hyde effect was stunning, as the delicate flower returned a number of times in the ensuing weeks to play with Lori. Still quiet, still all too willing to let my daughter be the leader, Diana seemed to be the same unassuming teenage girl I’d met several months earlier. I made a conscious decision to play with the girls as much as I could, hoping Diana would see that I was interested in her as a person. If I avoided her, I guessed, I might further validate her view of her uncle and, perhaps, all men save her father. Of course, I was assuming again. ~~ The next time I saw Diana alone, school was back in session, and my daughter was staying afterwards for band practice — she’d taken a sudden liking to the flute. My wife was at work, and virtually my entire workload was done from the computer at home now. This is it, I thought. Diana asked to use the bathroom.
I let her in, and she shut the door, flipping the deadbolt behind her. Walking up the stairs, I stopped just inside my bedroom door. Within seconds, Diana had followed me inside. God, I hope this works. As the teenage girl approached, I held my hand up in a gesture to stop. Amazingly, she did. To her confused look, I smiled in response, and said, “This time, we do it my way.” For a moment, anger seemed to flare in her eyes, but I held my hand up again. Finding the corner of the bed, I sat down, and motioned her toward me. Diana approached tentatively, and stood between my spread knees. Slowly, I reached for her soft shoulders, and pulled her gently toward me. Reaching behind her, I gave Diana a soft, but firm, hug. Slowly, she returned the favor. After several minutes, I pushed her gently away until her face was about six inches from mine. “My way,” I repeated, and drew her slowly toward my parted lips. Diana acted like she’d never kissed anyone before; come to think of it, that shouldn’t have surprised me.
Kissing would hardly have been in her repertoire up to that moment. “Just do what I do,” I prompted, and she began to respond. Gently brushing my lips across hers, I let my tongue join the party slowly, but surely. Again, she responded, and soon our kiss was passionate, if lacking the urgency she’d displayed before. I let my hands wander under her shirt from behind, gently rubbing the soft skin of her back. Slowly, I coaxed the material upward, reminding Diana’s body with gentle strokes that there would be no force here. Her arms gently moved from around my neck to above her head, letting her clothing come off without any complaint. Her arms found their way to my shoulders again, and my hands returned to her back, illustrating that I was in no hurry. Moving from her lips to her neck, my kisses continued a loving path southward, but stopped as I realized I could go no lower than her collarbone at that angle.
Gently, I turned her toward the bed and lay her on her back, resuming my gentle kisses before she could miss them. Diana squealed in surprise as I surrounded her growing breastlet with my mouth, and I looked up into her eyes. I saw shock; pleasant shock! She actually smiled in surprise, and her hands found the back of my head, gently. I bathed her pink bud lovingly with my mouth and tongue, and moved all too soon, it seemed, to the other. Diana’s moans were worldly, but different this time, like something you might hear from a young teen girl. Diana’s body responded as I kept my hands busy, gently massaging everything not busied by my tongue. When my fingers gently stroked her sex, her legs stayed open, but writhed back and forth as if unsure of what to do. My lips nibbled at her young navel, and her hands were back behind my head, gently urging me downward. Looking back, that was her turning point; no longer commanding me to do her bidding, she was ready to let me go at my own pace, with only a little help.
Just a little. Accepting the hint, I traced a gentle line from her belly button to her little clit, which I tickled with the tip of my tongue. “Mmmmmmm,” she sighed. I savored the faint taste of her juices. Used though this poor girl was, she still was sweet, with a gentle scent of… I don’t know how to describe it, really, almost like eucalyptus. My tongue affected gentle circles around first her outer lips, then the inner labia, stopping occasionally to tickle her little button. Diana’s hands, instead of pulling on my hair, now were gripping the sheets, pulling in sheer ecstasy. Her legs began a familiar twitch, and Diana whimpered in disappointment when I stopped. Climbing quickly between her legs, I looked her deeply in the eyes and said, “Trust me.” My cock actually tingled as it entered her, and I kissed Diana gently. My pace quickened, bringing her to the edge of orgasm again, and I slowed down, letting her bask in the feeling.
Again, I rode her hard, and slowed again as her peak was near. Diana looked up at me, half in frustration, half in joy, and I brought her just to the edge once more. She knew I was controlling her body, and she wanted it. Rolling quickly over, I let her straddle me. Taking her face gently between my hands, I said, softly, “Making love is the joining of TWO people; two minds, two bodies — each willing to lead the other, each willing to give in to the other. “Only now can the two become one.” (Corny, huh?) I slammed home my penis as I drove home the point, driving us both over the top. Orgasm slammed into us together, turning her understanding smile into a picture of sheer pleasure.
We hugged each other tightly as the waves overcame us, sending our first true coupling into mutual orbit. ~~ As I returned to Earth, I noticed that the teenage girl on top of me was crying uncontrollably. I brushed the back of her head with my hand, and she raised her head to look at me, red, puffy eyes and all. “Welcome back, Diana. You’ll be fine now. Everything’s going to be just fine.” She smiled, and cried some more. I smiled, and joined her. ~~ Diana and I made love on three more occasions after that, each time pushing our limits only a little. Our swan song featured my cock deep in her ass, and a dildo I’d bought for my wife years earlier deep in mine. In short, we were learning to trust each other. ~~
Her mother said I’d performed a miracle. “How did you do it?” I couldn’t exactly answer that question with the whole truth so, instead, I said, “I guess I was able to convince her that there are only a handful of people in the world like her uncle, and the rest of us are pretty much okay. Including her.” Martina gave me a bear hug, tears rolling down her face. “How can I ever thank you? You gave me my daughter back!” How can you thank me? I repeated, as a wry grin screwed itself into my features. Just don’t ask me for the gory details… ~~
Watching Diana on the videotape last year was just plain weird. Then 15 and, impossibly, even more beautiful, she was playing the shy flower again, barely lifting her chin from her chest. The only other thing I really remember about that “interview” was one exchange that must’ve taken all of 30 seconds. “What did Hal do to you?” came a disembodied female voice. “He didn’t do anything to me.” “He didn’t do anything to you.” It was more a statement than a question. “He didn’t do anything to me,” Diana repeated. “I see. Did you do anything?” “I fucked him.” “I’m sorry?” “I fucked HIM.” The off-screen voice was incredulous. “You fucked him?!” Diana’s face broke into a wide grin. “He had no choice.” ~~
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By Kiarra
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