Dog Walking in the Woods

I was driving along a land road bordered by a wooded region near to a small village, when I saw a new lady friend cross the road into the Natalie Wood walking a low dog.
I realised the possible action of the situation and drove on a distich of hundred yards until I came upon an unmade entree route to a playing area where I could park my car out of sight of any traffic passing on the principal road. I left my car and hurriedly walked into the woods back towards the steering where I had seen the miss. I saw her ahead of me on the chief runway through the Natalie Wood and I was soon close behind her. She was probably about 12 years old with Robert Brown hair down past her berm and a passably nerve with deep Brown eyes. She had a lovely little figure that made me ache for her. She was wearing a short summery floral wench that came to a twosome of inches above her knees and a pinko T-shirt that was short enough to show off her navel. On her feet she wore trainers with cunning pink articulatio talocruralis socks. As I caught up to her she looked at me uncertainly so I put on my nearly friendly smiling and said

"Hey that's a lovely piddling dog you've got there, what's his public figure ?"

My friendly manner reassured her and she replied

"His names Benjie, he's only six month old ”.

"He's so precious"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 duodecimal 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 suspicious of me. Her name was Becky and she was a very pretty young girl. We walked on until the Wood opened out onto a field where some kind of crop was growing. The path turned and followed the edge of the wood and the plain and then after three hundred G or so it turned away from the field and presumably headed back towards the route. I would experience to act now before she started on her way back. I had been keeping a keen eye out for any early walker but had seen no mansion of anyone else.
I pulled a short but wicked looking knife from my pocket and grabbed her by her arm and turned her so she was facing me.

I held the tongue close to her face so she couldn't fail to realize the situation she was in and I said"Becky you be a good fille and do exactly what I say or I will shoot down you and your dog, do you understand ?"

She was completely shocked by my sudden alteration of mood.

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

"Just be a upright girl and I won't injury you, give me any trouble and I will vote out 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 hold of her arm and leading her further along the bound of the field, ignoring the data 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 vexation, it's not far"I said. I had no idea how far we would be going, I was looking for a suitable dapple and I would know it when I found it.

Soon I saw a topographic point where there was a heavy dapple of shrubbery shielding a small grassy area from anyone in this section of the woods, although there was no augury of anyone being about.

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

"But there's naught 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 clew as to why we were here. I took Benjie's leash 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 organisation I thought.

I knelt down succeeding to her and putting my helping hand on her berm I gently pushed her down so that she was lying on her back.

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

"I just want to bear on you a bit"I said reassuringly"I won't trauma you as long as you are a good girl, okay ?"

"okeh"she said. She didn't sound like she thought it was okay but she knew she had no choice.

I took time lag of both of her paw and raised them above her brain, holding them there easily with my get out handwriting alone, leaving my veracious hand discharge to explore. I put my script up under the backside of her shirt and gently felt her budding breasts. They were very pocket-sized and she certainly had no motivation of a bra. I gently rubbed them and rolled her small nipple between my finger and ovolo.
letting go of her hand I said"Keep your arms above your head 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 hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it upwards tugging it up past her brass and over her head then up her weaponry and off, dropping it on the timberland floor.

Now I could really examine her pocket-size knocker. I stared at them for a spell giving them a gentle rub and squeeze, appreciating their perfection. Slowly I lowered my face and licked all over her humble mounds licking and sucking on her nipples.

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

"Becky"I said.

"Yes"she answered.

"Don't bury what I said to you. Keep your blazonry above your head, or I will hurt you badly. O.K. ?"

"Okay"she answered.

I lay down on my position next to her and moved my correctly hand down and pulled up the hem of her trivial bird and very gently rubbed my medal over the soft material of her scanty where they covered the midget mound of her pussycat. I felt her whole body tremble and she breathed in sharply in pinch at what I was doing.

"Please don't"she whispered.

I ignored her and carried on gently rubbing her, cupping her Mon with my palm and probing with my fingers on the gusset of her step-in. I loved the feel of her petite mound and the soft bend of her little puss lips through the flaccid material of the underclothing that was all that was separating her soma from mine.


I spoke to her sharply"Look at me Becky"I said,"keep your eyes on mine or you'll be bad ”.

She looked up at me as I slowly and deliberately moved my hand to the waist lot of her scanty and slowly pushed my finger under the elastic and down to her little pussy. I softly rubbed my fingerbreadth up and down her slit, not entering her but just caressing her gently.
I kept my eyes on hers and she started to cry quietly.

Looking her in the heart I asked"How does that feel Becky, doesn't it sense nice ?"

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

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

I got up onto my knees and grasping her panties by the waist dance band I pulled them down her legs and completely off. She didn't move or resist she just sobbed and sobbed knowing that she could do nothing to stop me doing whatever I wanted.

I moved to her feet and taking hold of her ankles I placed her feet up by her buttocks about xviii inches apart then I spread her legs by forcing her knees apart. Her little skirt was bunched up around her waist and her pussy was now nicely exposed to my gaze. It looked so small and gross and had the merest hint of light coloured hair beginning to grow.

I leant forward and fight my nose into her and breathe in deeply, relishing the feeling of vernal twat that assailed my anterior naris. I pushed out my lingua and licked her slit all the way up from the fanny to the top. She shuddered at my mite. I licked her repeatedly until my spit had made the outer office of her pussy overnice and moist.

I then concentrated on her little clitoris, licking and then sucking it continuously, until she began to wriggle trying to move away from my probing tongue. Then I gently opened her folds with my thumb and licked and sucked her most internal parts, lapping at her hole and sticking my tongue into her scuttle.

I couldn't wait any longer so I straightened up and undid the button on my pant 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 vex tone.

I pulled my trouser and underclothes down to my second joint and her gaze fastened on my very erect cock, her oculus wide-cut. She kept staring at it ineffectual to tear her gaze away.

"Please don't"she said, knowing what I intended."I've never done it before, I'm only twelve, I'm too 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 ankle joint and forced her feet up towards her head bending her treble with her knee joint touching her articulatio humeri and then I lay on top of her, pinning her in that position with my body weight. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed as hard as she could, trying to lift me off of her but she didn't have the strength.

I pushed my tilt hard putz towards her little pussy and probed her opening with the heading seeking ingress into her Virgo the Virgin bitch.

She felt the head of my turncock pushing into her cunt and squealed in fright.

"No don't, please don't, I'm too pocket-sized, please don't do this to me, please ”. She started beating her little fists on my berm trying to stop the inevitable.

Her obvious fear and her mellow pitched girly pleading turned me on so much that I was overtaken with brute lust. Gone was any thought of being variety to her and of breaking her in gently her first time.

I forced my cock into her crocked hole against the ohmic resistance of her immature sloshed flesh.
I pushed it as far as it would go and then retreated slightly only to dump in again with all the military unit I could rally. I could feel my dick going into her slightly more each meter until she shrieked in pain as my cock suddenly sank into her deeply, ripping through her maidenhead and taking her virginity.

"Aaaarrgghhhh"she screamed"It hurts, please don't, it hurts so much"

I clamped one helping hand over her mouth to turn back her making so very much stochasticity and began pumping into her as hard as I could, forcing the unharmed length of my cock into her repeatedly, slamming into her roughly, violently, turned on by the brute like grunts she was making every time I forced myself into her and by the sight of her animal foot in the little pink wind sleeve and trainer bouncing up and down by my capitulum 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 tiny hole.

She was so small under me, so incapacitated to dissent, that I wanted to suffer her, to master and mash her. I redoubled my attempt, thrusting as punishing as I could, my consistence slamming against hers, my cock ripping into her, her oink getting louder and high-pitched pitched with the pain she was feeling, the pain I was causing. I could feel my sexual climax construction but I didn't want this ill-usage of such a beautiful young female child to end. I clenched my muscles trying to delay the inevitable but my cum burst from my cock deep inside her in an eruption that pulsed on and on. I carried on plunging into her until every death driblet of my semen had been deposited inside her. Then I collapsed on top of her, drained of energy but basking in the warmly glow of add satisfaction.

Becky sobbed uncontrollably, her entirely body wracked with her sobbing, tears rolling from her eye and down her face. I climbed off of her, my dick leaving her hole smeared with her blood. She turned onto her English and rolled up into the foetal stead with her face buried in her bridge player as she continued to cry. I pulled up my underclothes and trousers and picked up her step-in as a memento.
I also took a couple of exposure with my mobile speech sound of her fabrication there and one of Benjie lying nearby vocalise 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 international nautical mile away.

I would add her pantie to my collection of memorabilia, I would never forget her or Benjie her little dog .