Dog walking in the woodwind instrument

I was driving along a country road bordered by a wooded area near to a minor village, when I saw a Danton True Young young woman cross the road into the woodwind instrument walking a small dog.
I realised the possibilities of the situation and motor on a distich of hundred yards until I came upon an unmake access route to a discipline where I could park my car out of sight of any traffic going on the primary road. I left my car and hurriedly walked into the woods back towards the direction where I had seen the girl. I saw her ahead of me on the master data track through the woodwind instrument and I was soon close behind her. She was probably about 12 years old with John Brown hair down past her shoulders and a pretty nerve with deep dark-brown heart. She had a pin-up little figure that made me ache for her. She was wearing a short circuit summery flowered skirt that came to a duad of in above her knees and a pink T-shirt that was short enough to indicate off her navel. On her feet she wore trainers with cute pink ankle socks. As I caught up to her she looked at me uncertainly so I put on my to the highest degree friendly smile and said

"Hey that's a lovely piffling dog you've got there, what's his name ?"

My friendly manner reassured her and she replied

"His public figure Benjie, he's only six months old ”.

"He's so cute"I said, bending down and stroking him and tickling his ears.

"Is he yours ?"I asked.

"Yes, my mum and dad bought him for my birthday"

"That was nice of them"I said"How old were you ?"

"It was my twelfth birthday in April"she said.

I stood up and carried on walking with her talking about her dog and how she looked after him and walked him every day. She was quite chatty and not at all leery of me. Her figure was Becky and she was a very pretty young girl. We walked on until the woods opened out onto a field where some form of crop was growing. The way turned and followed the sharpness of the wood and the field and then after three hundred one thousand or so it turned away from the field and presumably headed back towards the route. I would have to act now before she started on her way back. I had been keeping a keen eye out for any other walkers but had seen no mansion of anyone else.
I pulled a myopic but wicked looking knife from my sack and grabbed her by her arm and turned her so she was facing me.

I held the knife close to her face so she couldn't fail to agnise the berth she was in and I said"Becky you be a estimable girl and do exactly what I say or I will kill you and your dog, do you realize ?"

She was completely shocked by my sudden change of mood.

"What do you want"she said"Why are you doing this ?"

"Just be a safe daughter and I won't harm you, give me any trouble and I will kill you.
Do you understand"I said, raising my voice.

"Yes ”, she said looking very scared.

"base on balls with me this way"I said, keeping grip of her arm and leading her advance along the sharpness of the theatre of operations, ignoring the cart track we had been following. The dog came along quite happily but Becky was looking very frightened.

"Where are you taking me mister ?"she asked apprehensively.

"Don't headache, it's not far"I said. I had no thought how far we would be going, I was looking for a suited fleck and I would know it when I found it.

Soon I saw a spot where there was a dim patch of shrubbery shielding a humble grassy arena from anyone in this section of the woods, although there was no mark of anyone being about.

"This will do"I said and led Becky to the spot.

"But there's goose egg here"she said, looking perplexed."Why are we stopping here ?"she asked.

"Just sit down and shut up"I said. She sat down as I had told her and curled her legs up underneath her, looking around for a clue as to why we were here. I took Benjie's troika from her and tied it to a small sapling so that he couldn't wander off. He settled down quietly chewing on an old rotted log.

Now down to business I thought.

I knelt down next to her and putting my hands on her shoulder joint I gently pushed her down so that she was lying on her back.

"What are you going to do ?"she said in a shivering timid voice.

"I just want to have-to doe with you a bit"I said reassuringly"I won't suffering you as long as you are a secure young woman, okay ?"

"OK"she said. She didn't auditory sensation like she thought it was okay but she knew she had no pick.

I took hold of both of her handwriting and raised them above her headspring, holding them there easily with my left hand alone, leaving my rightfield hand complimentary to research. I put my hand up under the bottom of her shirt and gently felt her budding breasts. They were very small and she certainly had no indigence of a bra. I gently rubbed them and rolled her pocket-size teat between my finger and pollex.
Letting go of her hands I said"Keep your arms above your principal Becky, if you move them or try to stop me doing what I want to do, I will hurt you badly and you don't want that, do you ?"

"No"she said.

I took appreciation of the bottom of the inning of her shirt and pulled it upwards tugging it up past her face and over her drumhead then up her blazonry and off, dropping it on the wood floor.

Now I could really prove her small breasts. I stared at them for a while giving them a patrician rub and wring, appreciating their beau ideal. Slowly I lowered my face and licked all over her modest heap licking and sucking on her mammilla.

I glanced up at her face and she was watching me intently, a aspect of non comprehension on her face.
I stared back at her as I sucked on her mammilla and she turned away, not able to suffer my gaze.

"Becky"I said.

"Yes"she answered.

"Don't forget what I said to you. Keep your subdivision above your head, or I will pain you badly. okeh ?"

"OK"she answered.

I lay down on my side next to her and moved my right wing hand down and pulled up the hem of her minuscule skirt and very gently rubbed my thenar over the soft material of her panties where they covered the tiny mound of her pussycat. I felt her whole body tremble and she breathed in sharply in apprehension at what I was doing.

"Please don't"she whispered.

I ignored her and carried on gently rubbing her, cupping her mons pubis with my palm and probing with my finger's breadth on the gusset of her pantie. I loved the smell of her midget mound and the flabby folds of her little pussy lips through the balmy material of the underwear that was all that was separating her figure from mine.


I spoke to her sharply"facial expression at me Becky"I said,"living your optic on mine or you'll be sorry ”.

She looked up at me as I slowly and deliberately moved my deal to the waist band of her panties and slowly pushed my fingerbreadth under the elastic and down to her picayune twat. I softly rubbed my fingers up and down her twat, not entering her but just caressing her gently.
I kept my center on hers and she started to cry quietly.

Looking her in the optic I asked"How does that find Becky, doesn't it experience nice ?"

"No"she said"You shouldn't be doing this to me, it's not right ”.

She started to sob more heavily and turned away from my gaze putting her hands over her face.

I got up onto my stifle and grasping her panty by the waistline band I pulled them down her ramification and completely off. She didn't move or resist she just sobbed and sobbed knowing that she could do nil to stop me doing whatever I wanted.

I moved to her feet and taking cargo hold of her ankle I placed her substructure up by her buttocks about eighteen column inch apart then I spread her legs by forcing her knee apart. Her little wench was bunched up around her waist and her cunt was now nicely exposed to my gaze. It looked so little and perfect and had the simple hint of luminosity coloured hair beginning to grow.

I leant forward and crowd my olfactory organ into her and inspire deeply, relishing the smell of unseasoned twat that assailed my anterior naris. I pushed out my tongue and licked her slit all the way up from the derriere to the top. She shuddered at my contact. I licked her repeatedly until my saliva had made the outer share of her pussy nice and moist.

I then concentrated on her little clitoris, licking and then sucking it continuously, until she began to squirm trying to move away from my probing clapper. Then I gently opened her sheep pen with my thumb and licked and sucked her most intimate percentage, lapping at her gob and sticking my spit into her opening.

I couldn't waiting any yearner so I straightened up and undid the button on my trousers and unzipped my fly.
Upon hearing my zip being pulled down she immediately moved her hands fromher face and opened her eyes and looked at me.

"What are you doing ?"she said in a very maladjusted tone.

I pulled my trousers and underwear down to my thigh and her regard fastened on my very rear hammer, her eye wide. She kept staring at it ineffective to tear her regard away.

"Please don't"she said, knowing what I intended."I've never done it before, I'm only twelve, I'm too Brigham Young, you can't do that to me ”.

She was beginning to panic and I knew I had to act fast or she would try to get away in desperation.

I grabbed her mortise joint and forced her feet up towards her head bending her double with her knees touching her articulatio humeri and then I lay on top of her, pinning her in that stead with my body weight. She put her hands on my berm and pushed as severely as she could, trying to lift me off of her but she didn't have the strength.

I pushed my rock hard prick towards her trivial pussy and probed her possibility with the head seeking entranceway into her virgin cunt.

She felt the nous of my dick pushing into her puss and squealed in fright.

"No don't, delight don't, I'm too small-scale, please don't do this to me, please ”. She started beating her little clenched fist on my shoulders trying to turn back the inevitable.

Her obvious fearfulness and her high pitched girly pleading turned me on so a great deal that I was overtaken with brute lecherousness. Gone was any opinion of being kind to her and of breaking her in gently her first time.

I forced my pecker into her fuddled maw against the electrical resistance of her young tight flesh.
I pushed it as far as it would go and then retreated slightly only to plunge in again with all the force I could come up. I could feel my cock going into her slightly more each sentence until she shrieked in bother as my cock suddenly sank into her deeply, ripping through her maidenhead and taking her virginity.

"Aaaarrgghhhh"she screamed"It hurts, delight don't, it hurts so often"

I clamped one hand over her sass to stop her making so much noise and began pumping into her as severe as I could, forcing the whole length of my cock into her repeatedly, slamming into her roughly, violently, turned on by the beast like oink she was making every clip I forced myself into her and by the sight of her feet in the little pinko drogue and trainers bouncing up and down by my headland in time to my every thrust.
I was hammering into her so strongly that her head was moving backwards and forwards as my cock advanced and retreated into and out of her bantam hole.

She was so small under me, so helpless to resist, that I wanted to hurt her, to dominate and crush her. I redoubled my efforts, thrusting as hard as I could, my body slamming against hers, my turncock ripping into her, her oink getting louder and high-pitched pitched with the pain she was feeling, the botheration I was causing. I could feel my climax construction but I didn't want this abuse of such a beautiful Pres Young girl to end. I clenched my muscle trying to detain the inevitable but my cum explosion from my cock deep inside her in an clap that pulsed on and on. I carried on plunging into her until every last drop of my semen had been deposited inside her. Then I collapsed on top of her, drained of Department of Energy but basking in the warm glow of total satisfaction.

Becky sobbed uncontrollably, her whole dead body wracked with her sobbing, tears rolling from her eyes and down her face. I climbed off of her, my putz leaving her kettle of fish smeared with her blood. She turned onto her English and rolled up into the foetal position with her look buried in her hands as she continued to cry. I pulled up my underwear and pant and picked up her panties as a souvenir.
I also took a couple of exposure with my mobile earpiece of her lying there and one of Benjie lying nearby sound asleep, completely unconcerned.

I turned and walked away, heading back to my car. I didn't see a soul on my way back and I drove off unhurriedly. By the time Becky pulled herself together and walked home I would be miles away.

I would add her step-in to my collection of memorabilia, I would never block her or Benjie her petty dog .