#Tween
By The Writer
As promised, here is part 3 of Sophia’s story. A 12 year old discovers what her body is capable of. Part 4 soon. Feel free to say so if you enjoyed 🙂
Finally, at long last, Asher fully surrendered to the moment, indulging in the sweetness of her flavor. Their impatience had been palpable, and it was reflected in the soft, sweet moan that escaped Sophia’s lips as Asher’s tongue made contact with her flesh for the first time. His touch was gentle at first—a light flick, meant to awaken her senses to a world of new, overwhelming sensations. She trembled with pleasure, her back arching as she surrendered herself fully, allowing herself to be vulnerable for the first time.
He pushed his tongue deeper, its tip exploring her tight walls. He buried his face into her core, aching to taste more of her, a wild flavor, like a burst of ripe berries with a hint of something dark and mysterious. As he alternated between deep sucking and gentle flicks on her clit, the hand Sophia was not using to fumble with her juvenile tits grabbed onto his dark hair, as if holding on for dear life as newfound sensations filled her young body. Her thighs clenched his head tightly as he tongued her longingly, faint sounds of pleasure escaping her shuddering lips. Sophia closed her eyes as Asher grabbed her hips tighter, her legs now fully locking his head in between her thighs. He had no choice but to go deeper.
By looking at her, Asher could tell she was meant for this. Her body still young but exuding the shape and behavior of a slutty fuck doll, he knew deep down that this seemingly perfect pink princess actually craved something much more steamy.
He had savored every moment, her flavor lingering in his mind, his jaw aching from the intensity. But Sophia, still unsatisfied, seemed to hunger for more. She brushed her manicured toes lightly against his rock hard cock, her lips curling into a teasing smile as she bit her finger, challenging him silently to take the next step.
Sophia’s smile widened, eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched him struggle with the temptation. She wasn’t in a hurry, her movements slow and deliberate, testing the waters with every glance, every touch. Her breath was warm against his skin as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You know what I want.”
The challenge was clear, and yet, it wasn’t just about the physical anymore. It was about power—control, subtle and unspoken—and the way they could both navigate the space between want and restraint. Asher felt the weight of it, his heart racing, but he remained still, letting her set the pace.
Sophia leaned back just slightly, enough to let her fingers trace a teasing line down his chest, her nails dragging lightly against his smooth pecs. Her eyes never left his, daring him to react, to lose the composure he was so determined to keep. “Do I ?” he asked, his voice low and steady, though his pulse betrayed him.
Her smile softened, but the mischief in her gaze didn’t waver. “I think you do,” she murmured, letting her fingers slip lower, testing his resolve. She paused, her touch lingering just above the base of his cock, watching the flicker of restraint and desire battle across his face.
It wasn’t just his patience she was testing; it was his control, his willingness to let her guide the moment. The silence between them crackled, each second stretching into an eternity as her confidence grew.
Finally, she shifted, closing the distance with deliberate slowness. Her frail fingers brushed against his shaft, light as a feather at first, before pressing harder, drawing out his response. His hands hovered at her pussy, hesitant, waiting for permission. “Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, her tone dripping with satisfaction.
The words unraveled him. His middle finger entered her wet little hole. It was so tight, yet her walls were soft and maleable, every inch of her a smooth pink carress, drenched in her young juices. Sophia gasped as she held his thick veiny cock tightly in her tween hand, gripping harder everytime Asher made light come-hither gestures with his finger against the roof of her pussy. Their movements became a dance of give and take, her control yielding in increments as his desire took the lead.
When her breath hitched, he knew he had found her boundaries and began pushing against them. And though she had started this game, Asher quickly proved he could play it just as well.
Finally, Asher relented, withdrawing his finger and using the wetness provided by Sophia’s arousal to lube himself up.
She began to panic again, her breath quickening as though the inevitability of what was coming overwhelmed her. Asher noticed instantly, his voice gentle as he asked, ‘Are you sure you want this?’
Sophia paused, drawing in a deep, steadying breath before meeting his gaze. Slowly, she nodded and reclined onto her back on the yoga mat, a small, reassuring smile curving her lips. “Make me yours,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain, “and don’t ever let me go.”
Asher knelt down, his hand moving with purpose as he stroked himself. He was already rock hard, but he wanted to ensure his length was coated in the heat of her desire. She needed to feel every inch of him, to the very depths of her being.
Positioning himself, he placed his throbbing tip at her entrance, letting it rest delicately against her warmth. The room fell into a quiet stillness, the tension almost palpable, moments away from erupting into a harmony of shared moans. Slowly, he pressed forward, sliding into her with a perfect, effortless connection, as though they were made for each other.
Asher paused, his gaze lifting to meet hers, tender yet searching. “Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice filled with care.
To Asher’s surprise, Sophia’s expression was one of a hungry minx rather than a timid young teen. Her mouth parted, her eyes pleading for more, brimming with unrestrained desire. Her face twisted in bliss as he pushed deeper, drawing a throaty groan from her lips as he hit her maximum depth.
Though the sound struck Asher as exaggerated at first, the truth was written in her body: her painted toes curled tightly, betraying the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.
Sophia grasped his arms, her slender fingers curling tightly around his veiny forearms. Her expression was wild, unfiltered—completely unlike the composed, elegant girl she usually was. Now, her flawless face radiated a deep, unmistakable craving.
“Please fuck me Asher, please!” She begged, her body pressing against him, pushing herself deeper than she seemed capable of.
Asher stood there, momentarily dumbfounded. How could someone so delicate possess such a powerful, carnal desire? How had she become so attuned to her body at such a young age? So many questions raced through his mind, but one truth was clear—he was about to give her the release she so desperately needed.
Asher didn’t need to be told twice. The moment he realized this little demon was entirely his, something in his mind clicked. He had her at his mercy—or so he thought.
Sophia wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place with surprising strength. A devilish grin spread across her lips, the sweet, youthful tenderness in her eyes giving way to something far more impish. She was savoring every second of this moment, her true nature slipping through the cracks.
It was true that Sophia was calm, composed, and elegant in her usual demeanor, but now Asher was beginning to see the playful, uninhibited side she had kept hidden. Beneath the surface, Sophia wasn’t just teasing—she was utterly insatiable.
Asher had seen enough. It was time to teach her a lesson—she clearly didn’t know what she was dealing with. Was this her first time? He wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. One thing was certain: she was going to love every second of it. And so was he.
He began to move, his powerful hips setting a deliberate, rhythmic pace. His thrusts were slow and sensual at first, each motion fluid and controlled. His spine and waist moved like a wave, guiding his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy, every stroke drawing soft gasps that fueled his determination.
Her soft gasps quickly turned into needy whimpers as he shifted her long, lithe legs from around his waist to rest atop his shoulders. Her delicate feet pressed against his sculpted traps, the motion seamless thanks to the effortless flexibility of her supple body.
With her repositioned, he began to move faster, his hips driving with steady precision. The sensual rhythm gave way to something more intense, his movements now firm and unrelenting, each thrust pushing them both closer to the edge.
It wasn’t time yet—he needed more, and so did she.
Asher drove into her harder, his powerful body overwhelming her delicate frame. She could feel him everywhere, his unrelenting hardness stroking and pressing against every sensitive spot within her. A deep shudder coursed through her as her eyes rolled back, lost in the intensity of it all. He was fucking this little twelve year old beauty, he was giving her what she craved. She was starving for cock and her entire being thanked her with powerful sensations. She was adorable yet still, the desire to breed this precious girl was something Asher was now certain he had in him.
His pace quickened, each thrust more commanding than the last. His strong hands slid from her sides to grip her slender waist, holding her firmly in place. If he held her any tighter, it felt as though he might press her soft skin so close he’d touch himself through her.
Sophia’s glossy lips parted, her breath hitching in silent gasps interrupted by occasional high-pitched cries. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably as she surrendered completely, her mind blank, overtaken by the intensity of the moment. The only sounds escaping her now were her desperate, pleasure-filled sobs.
Her nails raked down Asher’s broad back as her legs slipped from his shoulders, wrapping loosely around his waist. Her flawless skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her thighs dangling in the air as he pressed her beneath him. Fully on top of her, he held her close, gripping her like she was a pillow, his relentless pace unwavering.
Sophia was utterly lost in the moment, consumed by her lover’s unyielding rhythm and the firestorm of sensations he unleashed within her. Spit trailed down her cheek, her tongue slipping out and bouncing uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back with ecstasy, as she surrendered completely to the moment. She was utterly lost, the phrase “fucked senseless” taking on a vivid, undeniable reality.
Asher paused, withdrawing his 9 inch dick from her trembling body. He stood over her, watching as she quivered uncontrollably on the floor. Her soft cries had morphed into high-pitched squeals, her body caught in a storm of unrestrained movement. Her legs shook as if possessed, stamping the ground, her back arching while her arms and thighs cramped from the intensity.
She was unraveling completely, experiencing her first orgasm, and it was nothing short of magical.
Asher seized the moment, lowering himself back down to her. It only took a few deliberate, expert licks for Sophia to let out the loudest, most unbridled scream of her life, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook her once more.
Sophia’s body convulsed with pleasure as she released over Asher’s chiseled abs, her squirt spilling onto him in waves. He leaned down to taste her again, the intensity proving too much for her small, inexperienced, 12 year old body. Her cries escalated as she squirted repeatedly, soaking the floor beneath them with her juices.
Asher savored her, the taste unlike any other woman he had fucked before—sweet, fresh, and utterly intoxicating. A wicked grin spread across his face as he looked down at her trembling, naked form. Sophia lay there, whimpering softly in a pool of her squirt, her body still quivering in the aftermath, surrounded by the evidence of her ecstasy.
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#Tween
