Cute01 Part 1. Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I've had a fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for anyone who cared to watch. I'd watch them, and enjoy their little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn't really fantasize about them. Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who looked horny without really meaning to. An example was Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short brown curly hair, and aged about 12. She always looked sexy in a girlish sort of way - maybe wearing a pink woolly sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs... I never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my school-boy cock. One weekend, her brother's parents were away, and he decided to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close, and I wasn't about to try anything with her while my friends looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm around her - She edged towards me, obviously not interested, and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees. I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. "I'm tired.." she murmured into my ear. "Will you take me to bed?". We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself, had drank far too much considering her age. "Can I help you?" I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow the went from the halter top round her neck. "There's some clips on the back" Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard, maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt's hem, then round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag, pressed body to body, closely together. My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag, I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin closer as she slowly masturbated me. The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming. "Can I cum inside of you?" I asked, gently. By way of an answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees. Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine, then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed, and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her body. Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the skin between my scrotum and anus. "Juliette, my bottom, touch my bottom and help me cum....". The obedient girl kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my rectum making me gasp. "Do it, please, do it now" she said, crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from the inside of my legs, up into my balls. "Yes, Juliette, Yes" I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant. I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me, pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again. Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis softened, and we, together, fell asleep. I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem, and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was 'just a telephone message' looked down again. It wasn't until I returned home that I opened it. My parents were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from my pocket, laying it on the bed. "Dear Ian, Last night was lovely for me... I love you so much, but know that you're probably not interested in a girl like me because I'm too young. I don't mind if you have lots of other girl-friends, but I'll always do anything for you. I've been looking at William's dirty magazines since I came to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I didn't like it, or if it hurt me, because you're all that matters. Please call me, and even if I'm not as old, or as pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that I'll always say yes to you. I love you. Juliette." ------------------------------------ Cute Part 2. I lay on my bed, tired from the previous evening, but feeling elated from my first real sexual experience of the night before. I shut my eyes and remembered Juliette's lithe young body pressed against me, her tight juicy pussy squeezing my hard cock. I begin to harden under my jeans, and pulled a small briefcase from under my bed. I flipped the combination "696 969", not really understanding what a 69 was, but knowing that it was appropriate! The case opened, and I removed a plastic bag from inside. I'd collected this batch of 'dirty' pictures and magazines over the previous year or two. It had started with a few Swedish "Private" magazines that I'd bought from an older guy at school, then been added to by a stash of books that we found in a nearby dump. At the top was an envelope of pictures taken from the Sunday paper advertising sections, from clothes catalogues, and various other papers, books, and magazines. I laid out some of the pictures, and begin to masturbate. I gazed at the first picture, ripped out from a copy of "Rolling Stone". It was of a fourteen year old German singer, 'Nena', looking girlishly horny in a tight-fitting little black dress, her long legs slightly parted as she pouted for the camera. Her lovely short brown hair stopped short of her shoulders, and little bangs of hair covered her forehead, some curling over her eyes. To its right was a photography taken from a kitchen-fittings catalogue. A pretty blonde woman was pouring coffee, her back to the photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her buttocks. Facing her was one of her daughters, aged maybe 15, with long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip- toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to her waist, just exposing a pair of tight frilly panties. My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little girl. She wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders that left her arms bare, tight around her torso, and a cute flounced frilly skirt that started at her waist and finished at the top of her baby-girl thighs. Her short legs were covered in white cotton tights or stockings, her feet clad in a pair of petite pink school-girl shoes. She smiled at the camera, her little platinum-blonde pony-tail falling to one side of her face, hugged by a teddy-bear she held against her cheek. As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed with me, playing with my genitals, and each others, I pulled a book from the plastic bag. The book, bound in a nondescript cardboard cover, said simply "Violated" and was one of my finds at the dump. When I first read it, I was partly disturbed at its contents, despite having read a multitude of pornographic stories in soft-porn magazines. However, on subsequent readings, I started to find the tale of sadism on a young, innocent, family to be a turn on. I turned to the first page, and begin to read. The book tells a fictional story of a family, attacked in the middle of the night by a gang of hoods. Having silently entered the husband and wife's bedroom they place chloroform-soaked pads against their faces, ensuring that they, at least temporarily, remain unconscious. After clearing the house of all apparent valuables, they realise that there's no jewellery amongst their stash and return to the couple. The husband is tightly bound, naked as he lays in bed, with clothes-line. The young, naked wife is dragged over to the small chair that sits by her dressing- table. They use more line to tie her body against the back of the chair, pulling the rope hard against her pert young breasts. Her free legs are pulled apart then lifted, bare under a short "teddy" nightie, so that they are widely parted, then tied in this position, one to each arm of the chair. One of the men leaves the room, carrying a bucket of cold water, and bringing the news that a young girl, presumably a daughter, lies asleep in the room next-door. Ignoring this for the moment, the man proceeds to pour half the water over the young woman, and the remainder over her husband. Both awake, and the woman starts screaming, before a hand is placed over her mouth. "Make any more noise, either of you, and the girl next-door gets our attention" says one of the men. Both remain silent as the man continues. "Now, where's your jewellery?" The husband speaks, his voice shaking with concern for his wife and family. "We...We don't have any.. It's all been sold... I promise.." "You expect us to believe that?" shouts the man. He removes a switch-blade from his jeans, wanders over to the wife, and holds the blade pointing downwards, the blunt side to her body, under the neck of the white nighty. With a single downward stroke, he slices through the thin silk material, splitting it to her navel, and allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "No more messing about. Tell us where it is!" "I m-m-mean it" stammers the husband. Our youngest s-s-son is ill, his medical b-b-bills were t-t-too much." "Well that's just not good enough!" yells the hood. With his hand, he pulls at the remainder of the women's nighty, tearing it from her supple body in a single movement. One of the men who'd tied up the husband moves forward. "Boss, can I have the bastard?" "Sure Tony. Enjoy yourself while I fuck his tarty wife!" The four men in the room start to undress, all but one sporting huge, stiff, pricks. The husband and wife look on in fear, unsure of what might follow, but fearing the worse. Their expectations are proved correct as the boss positions himself between the wifes spread-apart thighs, and with a single thrust drives himself into her warm exposed quim. She screams, hurting from the rude intrusion, but the cruel hoodlum is unconcerned, reaching to the dresser for a pair of panties, that he proceeds to push between the full pink lips of her mouth. As I read the book, I looked up at the 'kitchen' photograph. Gazing at the young blonde mother, I imagine it is her, tied to a chair in front of me, her lissome thighs spread for my pleasure. I allow my fingers to touch the inside of her thigh, moving them upwards towards her tightly stretched thin white panties. Her strawberry-blonde daughter moves behind me, and I feel the fifteen year old's arms circling my waist, as she pops the buttons on the fly of my Levis. My fingers press under the women's panties, and I push my fore-finger into her moist vagina, making her wiggle in embarrassment. Her daughter now has my trousers and underpants at my ankles and I step out of them, pushing another finger into the mother's cunt. "Sabina...What are you doing?" the mother asks, distressed. "Shut up Mummy, and let him do what he wants!" the captivating girl replies with a giggle. Moving to her Mama's side, she moves a hand between her own legs, stroking the inside of her soft pubescent thighs. Her hand moves up, to the hem of the little blue night-shirt, and raises it to fully expose the frilly white bikini panties. As she presses the fingers of her other hand against the clearly defined cleft of her labia, the little bimbo arches her back and emits a guttural sigh of lust. She raises her fingers to her pale pink lips, pouting like a little girl, then slips the tips of her fingers into her mouth. You imagine her panties dark from her moisture along the crease of her labia. "What have you done to make her like this?" sobs her mother. Removing the fingers from her mouth, the daughter replies "Mummy! I warned you didn't I!". The teenage blonde peels her panties down, revealing a thin blonde fuzz of pubic hair, then steps our of them. She brings them to her mummy's face, placing their damp crotch between the poor women's lips, and her own forefinger. With a push, she begins to stuff the cum-soaked cotton into her own mothers mouth until just the string of one waistband hangs down from her lips to her chin. "Fuck mummy for me Ian. Pretty Please?" As you savour the idea of the women's humiliation, you look at the book, still masturbating from your fantasies. The boss places his penis at the entrance to the wife's cunt, then with a single push, fills her with his nine inches of hard male flesh. The husband cries out at the cruel rape of his lovely wife, only to feel a pair of hands spreading the cheeks of his bottom. He sees in the dresser mirror a huge man, presumably Tony, positioning his cock, ready to impale him on it. "No....NO!" he shrieks, as Tony grabs his shoulders and pulls him hard. The huge, thick penis is even larger than that now inside his wife, and causes unbelievable agony as it tears through his virgin rectum. Tony is vigourous in thrusting forward and backwards, oblivious to the pain he is causing. Tony's face contorts as he reaches orgasm, and he fills the man's anus with his hot stinging ejaculate. The boss, turned on by the distress the husband's rape is causing his beautiful wife, also nears orgasm. "OK Slut... Unless you want me to let Tony add your daughter's ass to his conquests you'll do exactly as I ask. Understand?" The hog-tied woman nods her agreement vigourously, and her assailant pulls the panties from her mouth. "Right baby, this is the low-down. You're going to turn me on by saying obscene things about yourself. If they're dirty enough you might make me cum onto your tarty little face. Otherwise, well, otherwise we'll see how much better the young lady next door can do." The poor woman is dumbstruck from the horror of what is being done to her. "I thought you were going to co-operate bitch! Tony... get the girl!". "No...No.. I'll do what you say" sobs the woman, finding her voice. "Good girl! Now tell me what a slut you are!" "I'm a slut. I'm a tramp. I enjoy you fucking me.." sobs the woman. "You can do better than that! I want to hear the truth! You want to be raped, sodomised, you want to be spanked and whipped. You want to fuck your dog, and suck your daughter. Tony! Go and get her!" "NO! No.... I will...I'll do what you want, I am a slut and I wanted to be raped by you. I wanted to feel a huge cock, a cock too big for me, raping my pussy, while I'm slapped across the face. Push my slutty face to the floor, and I'll pull apart my buttocks and you can fuck my ass. Use a riding whip on my back while you fuck me.. I'll spread my legs and enjoy it as you pull out and my dog fucks me. I'll enjoy it, I'm a whore. I'll kiss my daughters sweet pussy, then you'll spank me again. Make me hurt but leave her alone." As these obscenities come from her sweet mouth, the boss ejaculates, spurting a wad of semen onto her cheek. As it drips down the side of her face a second string of cum hits the bridge of her nose, then a third shoots between her parted lips to land on her tongue. "Don't swallow!" orders the boss. On the dressing table sits a Polaroid camera. "Take dirty pictures of each other huh? I'd like a little momento for me and the boys. I'm going to take your photograph, and I want you to smile, and allow my cum to dribble from your lips. Do that and we'll go." The boss sits himself on the edge of the bed, pointing towards his captive. When the camera indicates that the flash is charged, he motions for her to start. "Smile baby. Make love to the camera, you've done it before I guess!" She pouts her lips as if to whistle, and blows, and a globule of semen dribbles out, the thick white cream leaving a glossy trail as it runs towards her chin. "Smile!" She raises the corners of her mouth, and parts her lips, little strings of cum stretching between them, and the boss presses the shutter button. "Hold that pose baby" he says, now surrounded by the other men, and shoots another frame. As the semen begins to drip from the women's face, landing as sticky strings on her firm young breasts, the men view the pictures as they develop. Both show just her face, smiling, and dripping with cum. "Tony.. Put one of these on the girl's pillow. The other we'll take with us! A word to anyone baby, and I copy this and push it through every mail-box in the street!" The men run from the house laughing, the couple destined to remain tied, until their daughter wakes up. As they reach the town limits the boss stops. "Tony... did you leave the picture for the girl to see?". There's no answer. "Shit! Where's Tony?" The other men shrug their shoulders, and continue walking, away from the scene of their crime. As I reached this, the end of the book's first chapter, I looked at the first picture, cute, pretty Nena, a dirty little bimbo, aching for my cum. Wanking furiously, I climaxed, dripping my cum all over her horny little black dress, making the ink run. If only it were real, I contemplated, then remembering Juliette's letter, realised that it could be. -------------------------------------- End of CUTE02 Cute Part 3. Having slept for most of the day, I awoke at dusk, ready for another evening out. I realised that the phone was ringing, so raced down-stairs to catch it. "Hello - Ian speaking". "Hi Ian! This is Sophie - did you have a good time last night?" Sophie was my girlfriend, slightly older than me, and had been at cheer- leader training the previous night. "Err, yes Soph - It was OK". "Well listen, I've got some cinema tickets - do you want to come? They're showing "The Exorcist" and "Evil Dead" - It should be really scary!" I wondered for a moment whether Juliette would be there. The cinema was run by some Italians, who didn't seem to take any attention of age at the door, so most of the local kids went quite a lot. Sophie would kill me if she found out about Juliette. It would also be very embarrassing! All the same, I hadn't seen the movies before, and Sophie was both one of the prettiest in town, and cute in the way I liked, so I said I'd go. Sophie was waiting outside when I arrived. I wouldn't have claimed to be the best looking guy around, but for whatever reason the fifteen year old blonde was infatuated with me, and we'd been going together for weeks. Tonight, she wore the outfit I liked best ; a short pink wool dress, really no more than a long sweater. It had a butterfly stitched onto the pale pink wool with powder blue sequins, and reached down to the middle of her knees and thighs. She ran over and kissed me when I arrived. "Ian! I'm so glad you came. I've really missed you!" she said in a little-girl voice. "Mummy and Daddy are away, so we could go back to my house and play Trivial Pursuits afterwards!" She had a dirty smile on her lips as she spoke, and it was quite clear that Trivial Pursuits was not going to be the only game we would play. I queued at the counter, presented our tickets, and after buying some pop-corn and a hot-dog we went in, taking a back-row corner seat in the large Odeon. As the trailers begin, I felt her hand resting on my leg, so allowed my own hand to touch hers. The hem of her sweater had pulled up, exposing most of her shapely long legs. Looking around, I saw that we were separated from the rest of the audience who had chosen seats closer to the front, obviously more interested in the Exorcist than we were! Turning left, towards Sophie, I swept her hair to the back of her head, and kissed her ear, making her smile. Her legs parted slightly, and I allowed my fingers to slip between the furrow of her thighs, and up to the hem of her dress. Her hand moved up to the waist of my jeans, slipping down the front, and finding the head of my penis that was now standing hard and upright! "Your a tart Sophie" I told her. "Hee..I am aren't I! A proper little slut and I love it!" she replied, popping the buttons of my fly. She placed her left hand on my wrist that lay against the woolly hem, and pulled my fingers towards her midriff. Needing no more prompting I stroked the sensitive inner thigh, the pressed against the front of her panties. "Ohh Ian... Make me cum, I'm throbbing for you babes". I couldn't believe that a girl could get so randy from just having her leg stroked - At least I wouldn't have believed it until I met Sophie. I moved my other hand to her pussy, my arm stretched as I tried to give the appearance that I was watching the movie, and pulled at the crotch of her panties. "OW!" she gasped. "You're pulling my pubic hair!" My hand retreated, as I checked that no-one had heard her complaint. "No babes, don't stop - I don't care, I feel so horny!" She pulled on my stiff rod, and suddenly it was out, the flys of my jeans parted, and my underpants pulled down to its base. She kissed me on the nose, then moved her head down to my crotch, taking the blood- filled head of my cock between her sweet young lips. Turning her body, she knelt on the floor, between my spread thighs, looking up at me. Her tongue ran up and down the stem of my cock, licking around the ridge of its head, then moving to my balls, taking one in her mouth and rubbing her tongue furiously against the wrinkled scrotum. Raising her eyes to meet mine, she parted her lips, and touched the tips of her first and second fingers to her tongue. She sucked at the fingers, first to their knuckles, then slipping the whole of each into her mouth. This show of girlish-ness preceded her moving the sucked fingers back to the base of my scrotum, then pushing, between the cleft of my buttocks to my rectum. Fiddling with my asshole, I nodded in confirmation and felt the first finger push against my sphincter, then enter me, soon followed by the second finger. As she sucked and blowed, licked and kissed at my dick, her fingers fiddled inside my ass, pushing deeply into it, pulling out, then easing back in. "Ian... Make a mess of me. I'm a slut and I deserve no better. Please Ian...I want to feel wanton..." she moaned, and started picking up various bits of rubbish from the cinema's carpeted floor, placing them on her seat. "Make me sticky Ian, make a mess of my dress" she breathed between long swipes of her tongue against my prick. SHe had positioned her self astride one of my outstretched legs, and I noticed the she was rubbing her crotch hard and fast against the toe of my shoe. Perspiration ran down her pretty young face, smearing her make-up, as she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I asked, but she just shook her head from side to side. "I don't care, please Ian, please! Thats all I have !!!!!!! HELP.....................