#Exhibitionist #Mature #Tween #Virgin
Mike moves to a new community as if drawn there by an unknown force. He meets one who will change his life forever.
Long story, only the beginning
—The Vampire Girl—
Many years ago and with no explainable reason, a powerful feeling struck me in my heart and gut. At first I thought it was something I ate, but the feeling would not subside. I saw my doctor and even a few specialists, but after countless tests and screenings for a multitude of possible causes, they all came up with nothing to explain the sensations.
After a few years, I decided to move, thinking the problem could be something in the air or water. Living on the west coast, moving east seemed to make the most sense. And, being a software developer and programmer who works from home, I could live just about anywhere I wanted.
So, I packed up my things and started my move, not really knowing where I might go. All I knew was I needed to go, and I did.
As I traveled, the nagging feeling that plagued me for so long became much better. I stopped in a busy town and decided the new location was suitable for me. I established myself in an apartment and settled into my new home where I stayed for several years.
But before long, the feeling in my gut and heart came back. I saw more doctors who all told me the same thing as my previous diagnosis. Nothing was wrong.
By this point, I had been dealing with the odd sensation for nearly twelve years. And the only thing that ever helped was when I moved east. Looking for more relief, I decided to move yet again.
Just like the last time I moved, the feeling got increasingly better as I traveled. It was as though something was guiding me to where I should be. I couldn’t explain this unknown force, but I could feel it like the sunlight on one’s skin. Just as a blind man can tell when he’s standing in the sun, I could tell when I was going in the right direction.
When I pulled into the town, I knew I was close. Close to what, I didn’t know. I found a neighborhood and I was so excited I could barely contain myself. Why? I had no idea! But I knew I had found my new neighborhood. I turned onto a street and my body started to vibrate with excitement.
I stopped to look at a particular house. The house had a red door that seemed to call to me for no reason. But the home was not for sale. However, the house across from it had a realtor sign out front. I took one look and knew I had found my next home.
I called the number, viewed the property and bought it for the asking price since it was easily within my budget. It had everything I needed and more, including a pool in the backyard. Because I had just moved from out of town and knew no one here, I unloaded my moving truck myself and settled in as quickly as possible.
I couldn’t remember feeling so good. Still, there was something about the house across the street. What was it? I found myself looking at it often for no reason. But I did notice that there was never a car in the driveway. I decided the owners likely preferred to keep their car in the garage. Shrugging the thought away, I went back to work on the game software I had been coding.
It was getting late and I looked up from my screen to rest my eyes a moment when I noticed something strange. I could see light reflecting from the water in the pool. The ripples of light danced on my walls. But there was too much motion for what should be a vacant pool.
I went to the window and looked out. Sure enough, someone was swimming in my pool! “What nerve!” I thought, “To just go and swim in another person’s pool!” But then I thought maybe there had been an arrangement with the previous owners and they didn’t think about the home being under new ownership.
I watched for a while and realized that it was a girl with long blonde, almost white, hair. Her skin was pale like I had never seen before. And, she had a certain grace about her. Each move was measured and precise.
Although I was enjoying watching her, I was a little annoyed that she was using the pool without my permission. I turned off the lights in the house so she couldn’t see in, and then turned off the pool lights leaving her in the dark with the exception of neighboring lights.
She spun around in the water to look towards the house, knowing she was probably busted. With her fun over, she went to the side of the pool and pulled herself out. Only then did I realize how young she was. She was just a kid, no more than ten or eleven!
She stood at the edge of the pool, in her two-piece swimsuit, to pick up a pair of denim shorts. I watched as she pulled them up her slender legs without bothering to zip or button them. She had a small towel that she used to dry her hair a moment. Her movements were just as deliberate as her swimming and she gave no signs of embarrassment or shame for her actions. Once finished drying, she picked up another item she had in the grass (a cell phone, perhaps) and left.
I shook my head and marveled at what just happened. What kid that age is out at this time of night, without parents, and swimming in other people’s pools? This world is crazy! I was sure she would not be back again.
However, the very next night, I noticed the light dancing on my walls again. Looking out the window, I was not surprised to find the same girl swimming in my pool again! What I WAS surprised to find is that this time, I could not see a swimsuit covering her! Was she skinny dipping in my pool? And how would that look if something happened or if a neighbor saw her like that? Authorities would have plenty of questions for me and no one would believe my answers, I’m sure!
I wanted to be mad, but realized she probably didn’t know I spotted her the day before and figured I just shut everything off and went to bed. To make sure she knew this time, I turned the lights off and on several times to signal ‘party is over’ and let her know she needs to leave.
The young girl looked at the house and spotted me looking at her. She swam to the far edge of the pool and grabbed her swimsuit, putting it on while still in the water. Once covered, she got out and went through the same routine as before.
I continued to watch, finding myself mesmerized by her. I was, strangely, finding her to be very alluring. Even though she was incredibly pale, she was very pretty, at least for a child her age.
When she walked towards the front yard, I moved to the front of the house to see which direction she went to go home. To my shock, she crossed the street and entered the house with the red door across from me, the house that first grabbed my attention when I initially found the neighborhood. What were the odds of that?
I thought, “Well, now I know where you live. Now I will know who you are… I wonder what your parents will say when I tell them…”
I laughed to myself over my thought process. Why was I so interested in her? And why could I not stop thinking about her? No child had ever grabbed my attention in such a way, so why her? Why now?
Those answers were not forthcoming, but I did know the pain in my stomach and heart was virtually gone. And that was new since moving to my new home. Surely that was no coincidence.
Unable to find answers or make sense of my insistent thoughts, I distracted myself by beta testing my work project: an action game for a major distributor. I made notes of my findings and sent a report to my employer before calling it a night.
The next morning, I watched for the cute pale girl to leave her home and go to school with the other kids. But I never saw her so I thought she might be homeschooled. I waited for a car to come or go, but saw nothing of the sort. The mystery around her grew.
Around mid afternoon, a school bus dropped off the neighborhood kids. I was outside, checking my mail at the time. A girl her approximate age was walking past and I asked her if she knew the girl that lived in the house across from me.
The girl said, “You mean Penny? She’s weird. She never comes outside to play. We don’t talk to her.”
I asked, “What about her parents? I never see them either?”
The girl kept walking as she said, “They don’t even live there. I guess they think she’s weird, too.”
Before I could ask another question, she said ‘bye!’ And ran home. I thought she was surely wrong about her parents not living there since no kid lives alone. Therefore everything she told me had to be discarded.
I shrugged to myself and went back inside, feeling no further ahead in my quest to learn about my mysterious neighbor. However, I did have a name to go with the girl: Penny. The name seemed simultaneously fitting, yet inaccurate. Why, I didn’t know. But I had no time to dwell on the subject.
I sat down to my desk and started editing some code for work. I was distracted by the pool light shining on my wall. It was as still as it should be, but I was waiting for the light to move, indicating the girl was back. Tonight, I was waiting for her!
The last rays of light from the sun had disappeared and the sky was black with sprinkled stars peeking from behind clouds. I looked at my clock which read 10:34. When I looked back up, the light from the pool began to wiggle on my wall. She was back.
I went immediately to my window and, sure enough, she was there. She was still standing in the shallow end, entering the water and getting used to the temperature. And, once again, she had already shed her swimsuit!
There were only a few seconds for me to see her naked body before the rippling water hid her details. And she was a dozen yards away, but from what I saw, she was flawless in her youthfulness.
Still, the responsible side of me knew she can’t be swimming naked in my pool. Eventually, someone would see her and I would be under the interrogation lamps. And subtly flashing the pool’s lights was not sending the signal she needed, clearly.
It was time to take drastic measures and confront her directly. Maybe getting caught with me standing right there in front of her would embarrass her enough to knock off her antics.
I walked out of the house and into my backyard to stand at the edge of my pool. She was swimming away from me and didn’t know I was there yet. I could clearly see her cute butt cheeks wiggle as she kicked her slender legs while she swam away. I stood silently, hands on my hips, waiting for my presence to scare the hell out of her.
She touched the far side of the pool and turned around to start the next lap. As she turned, her eyes met mine for the briefest moment before her gaze returned to the other end of the pool and she continued her naked swim. I was in disbelief! She knew I was right there and barely acknowledged my presence! I waited for her to say something…anything! But she just swam her lap with her measured strokes.
She was surprisingly sexy for someone so young. That, I could not explain. But I was stunned by her boldness more than anything else. When she turned to start her next lap, I couldn’t hold back anymore: this had to stop!
“Excuse me young lady, but what do you think you’re…”
She interrupted my question and said, “Three days.”
“Pardon me?” My train of thought derailed.
“Three days. It only took you three days to confront me. I pegged you for four or five days minimum. Maybe a week.”
She kept swimming her laps as if nothing had happened while I tried to process. What was happening?!
Shaking off the questions, I tried to get back on track. “Listen, I can’t have some kid swimming in my pool. Especially when it’s a naked girl!”
She stopped and treaded water while looking around the pool.
“There are no kids in your pool. Only me.”
“Yes well, YOU are a kid. Do you have any idea how much trouble…”
“I am NOT a kid.”
As I tried to comprehend what she said, she rolled onto her back and began swimming her laps using a backstroke. I could see her body clear enough to know she was not an adult. She had tiny cones for nipples with no sign of developing breasts. Her hips were still narrow, her torso without any womanly features or shape; not one sign of puberty on her hairless body.
“Look: I’m not getting into a debate with you here. You are clearly under the legal age and I don’t need a lot of legal battles just because you want to skinny dip in my pool.”
“But you’re wrong. I’m not under the legal age. In fact, I’m older than you. Much older than you…”
Incredulous, I asked, “What are you talking about? You know what? Never mind. Let’s just go talk this over with your parents.”
I turned to walk away and she said, “I live alone. You won’t find them there.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her again. Could it be true what the girl from earlier had said? Could she live there alone? Surely not? I waited for her to continue.
To my surprise, she got out of the pool and began walking towards me without an ounce of clothing or shame. I looked around nervously for anyone that might be witness to my predicament. But no one could see us where we were. She walked right up to me and stood only inches away, invading my personal space. I was both alarmed and turned on at the same time.
She looked up at me, her head only reaching my chest. How could this kid have so little fear?
“I told you, I’m not a kid. And is there any reason for me to be afraid of you? I don’t think so…”
Confused, I asked, “Wait, how did you know what I was thinking?”
“I know a lot about you, Mr. Hunt. I can read your thoughts.”
“How do you know my name?”
She smiled and winked. “You know my name, don’t you? You asked about me. Isn’t that right?”
“How the f…”
“As I said, I can read your mind. But please, don’t call me ‘Penny’. I prefer Penelope.”
Stunned, I replied in a daze, “Michael.”
We shook hands at our ‘formal’ introduction and I noted how cold her hand was. She said, “Michael. But you prefer’Mike’, don’t you?”
I nodded while trying to work out how she was pulling off this mind game. Then, she dropped a bomb on me…
“I know these things about you because…you aren’t going to believe me… but, I’m a vampire.”
“Give me a break, huh? Vampires are not real. I’m not a moron, you know?”
“No, you are not a moron,” she conceded. “But vampires are real. And I am, in fact, a vampire.”
I scoffed. “So, what? Are you going to kill me? Drink my blood?”
She rolled her eyes and said, “No. we don’t actually do that. That is just the Hollywood version of vampires. Completely untrue. “
I did not believe her for one second, naturally. But I wanted to make a point. “Then prove it. Move at lightning speeds or fly around? Pick me up and jump up onto my roof with me?”
She shook her head and sighed, “That’s all more Hollywood fiction. Vampires are human and bound by the same laws of physics as mortal humans. We do not move at supernatural speeds, we don’t have supernatural strength, we don’t fly, we definitely do not feed on the blood of people, and we certainly do not turn into bats! But they do get some things about us right…”
“Like what?” I still did not believe her and I made sure my attitude reflected as much.
She turned to walk over to her small pile of clothes as she explained. “Sunlight, for one. I cannot be exposed to sunlight. Direct light will cause immediate and painful burns. Just a few seconds will cause long lasting scars. A few minutes will kill me. They have that part right. “
I thought about what she was saying and noted her pale skin, but was still not buying the story. She bent over to take an item out of the pocket in her shorts. I couldn’t see it for the dark shadows, but figured she grabbed a phone.
I found myself momentarily mesmerized by her naked ass, bent over and pointing at me. She stood upright and caught me looking at her ass. She smiled coyly and winked before walking back to me.
As she walked, she kept her hands behind her and moved slowly, seductively. “Another thing Hollywood has right, is our ability to heal quickly. If my body is injured, it repairs itself within seconds. “
I scoffed again and said, “Yeah, sure you do…”
Penelope replied, “Watch closely…”
Without warning, she brandished a large knife. She pressed a button and a flash of silver shot out of the handle with a metallic ‘KA-SHLIIINNNG’. Just as quickly, she put the switchblade knife to her elbow and pressed it into her flesh, dragging the edge along her forearm to her wrist! She grimaced as a trail of dark red blood oozed from the laceration. I nearly passed out with the thought this girl is about to kill herself because of a ridiculous fantasy! I quickly pulled off my shirt to render immediate first aid, but before I could touch her she pulled away from me.
“No! Wait! Watch…. I’m ok! See?”
She hit the button on the knife and the blade retracted with another metallic ‘KA-SHLIIING’. To my surprise the blood was already done flowing. There was a line of blood, but no more was gushing from her. I was never so confused in my life.
“Come here, look.” She motioned for me to follow her and I did. She dipped her other hand in the water and washed her arm. To my utter astonishment, her arm was not opened like a fillet. Instead, there was just a red mark where her skin had already healed! No open wound, no cuts. No more blood. Just a pink line that told the tale and even that was going away. I hand to sit down before I would pass out.
I slumped down in the grass and she sat down with me. Penelope was still naked and seemed to neither notice nor care. My mind was racing.
“Explain?”
She smiled and said with a shrug, “What else can I say? I’m a vampire. I have been since 1812. That’s when I was turned. I look as I did then. I was young, only 11 years old, but I was dying. The one that turned me knew I was not going to make it much longer. And he was an elder. He was ready to give up his life for me so he turned me to save me.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean by ‘give up his life for you’?”
“Oh, it’s part of the code. It is expressly forbidden to turn a mortal into a vampire. The council will not permit it for any reason. If we turn someone, the council can sense it and the one who turned them will pay the price with their own life. “
“Why?”
“Because, before that unbreakable law was implemented, vampires were turning the living at a rapid rate. It was getting out of hand and the elders realized that something had to be done or, soon, there would be no more mortal men and women. Of course, the decision was not taken lightly and there was a huge fight about it. Many vampires were killed but, in the end, the elders won and the vampire code was implemented. We live by it to this day.”
“Incredible…”. I didn’t know what to say, but everything she said made sense. And the way she explained herself was far too precise for the imagination of a girl her apparent age. Not to mention the self-healing injury I witnessed first hand! As I sat absorbing what she had told me, she went on about all of the things she has witnessed for the last 200+ years; all of the presidents and wars, the dates of major events and lots of obscure things, too. I was busy fact-checking her on my phone and she was right about everything she mentioned. The level of detailed information she possessed was astounding, far more than an 11year old girl could possibly know. I was convinced!
“Ok! I believe you! But, damn, this is a lot to take in. You know?”
“Yeah, I know. And I’m sorry. It’s just… I like you. I feel like I can trust you. You’re…different from other guys I’ve met over so many years.”
“How so?”
“For one, I know you think I’m pretty. I can see it in your face. I don’t even have to listen to your thoughts to know that. Am I right?”
I grinned a sheepish smile, “Yeah. I have to admit, you are very pretty.”
“And here I sit, completely naked, and you’re not staring at my body like you just want to ravage me. Not many guys could or would do that. You are not controlled by your baser instincts. I like that.”
“Well, to be perfectly honest, it’s not easy… not looking…”
She smiled sweetly and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. She was cool to the touch and I could smell the chlorine from the pool on her. But there was also a hint of vanilla or lavender. She smelled nice.
I looked around again to make sure no one was watching us. Sensing my trepidation, she asked, “Would you mind if we went inside? I’m sure you’re worried about others seeing us out here like this, right?”
I agreed and stood up. I took her hand and helped her to her feet. She grabbed her things and followed me inside. I could hardly believe what I was doing, but Penelope was clearly over 18, right?
When she walked inside, she wore only her towel wrapped around her and carried her clothes in her hand. They were damp from the water that collected on the ground. I offered to hang them up to dry and Penelope accepted the offer, handing them to me as she looked around.
“Sorry it’s still a bit of a mess. I’m still getting the place set up.”
She said, “No, don’t apologize. I understand. It takes a while to get settled in.
I hung her things in the shower and went back to find her using her towel to dry her hair, leaving her completely exposed. She did not have a problem with being shy!
I stood in awe of her beauty. Her deceptively young looking body wiggled as she dried her hair and I loved the way she moved. She looked up suddenly and caught me looking before giving me a knowing smile.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”
She chuckled, “No, it’s ok. I don’t mind if you look at me. It’s actually sweet. It’s not easy to find a guy like you that can appreciate me as I am. I mean, just from how you reacted to me before, when you saw me naked the first time, I know you’re not into children. That’s why I did it. I was testing you. But now that you know more about me, you also find me attractive. Right?”
“Yeah. I have to admit, I do.”
“You’re struggling with it, I can tell. But listen, Mike, it’s ok. I promise you, I am just as legal as any woman who is over 18 years old, 5’-7”, with large breasts and hair…down here.”
Penelope indicated her pubic mound and looked me in the eyes. I was getting turned on, not so much by her body, but by her ability to be seductive.
I didn’t know what to say. I felt like she was clearly trying to seduce me and, it was working. I could feel the growth in my shorts but I still felt funny about what was happening.
“Mike, I’m going to be honest with you. I saw you when you moved in here. You could have paid a moving company to do it. But you didn’t. You moved it all yourself. And, I find that very attractive. You know what you want, and YOU do what needs to be done to get it. That turns me on. Mike?”
My thoughts were swimming in a rip current. “Hm?”
“Mike? Do you… want me? I hope you do…. I have been waiting a long time to find someone like you… a very long time.”
“I… I think you’re incredible. Everything I have ever known says I shouldn’t. But I do. I do want you. Something feels…right about you. I feel like I’ve been searching for you for years, like I’ve always known you. How can that be?”
Penelope closed the space between us and took my hands in hers. She felt warmer to the touch now. She looked up at me, a question forming in her face. But she did not need to ask the question on her mind. I could practically hear her thought, “will you please kiss me?”
I leaned down, bringing my hands up to hold her face, and kissed her gently in the lips. I felt like a heavyweight champion punched me in the gut and I couldn’t get enough. Penelope held onto the belt loops on my shorts to steady herself as our first kiss continued. I had kissed more than a few women in my 35 years, but none of them ever made me feel like Penelope!
Before that first kiss could break, I already knew I loved her. And the feeling was far more intense than what the word normally invokes. This was different. Special on a level I could not have imagined before. I didn’t ‘want’ her. I NEEDED her. More than oxygen, I needed her.
Penelope pulled herself into me and returned my kiss with fiery passion. On autopilot, I gently lifted her into my arms and she held onto me, wrapping arms and legs around me, our kiss never breaking. I never felt so happy, so complete, so right about anything in my life.
Breaking our first kiss, Penelope gasped, “Oh god, Mike! I need you! I need all of you! Please? Please Mike?”
She did not need to explain. I knew exactly what she was asking me. I began walking while holding her in my arms. I was making my way to my bedroom, fumbling my way along the walls with my eyes closed as we kissed with overwhelming desire.
Penelope was so light that I could support her with one hand while I manipulated the button and zipper of my shorts. With the fly open, I simply walked out of the shorts and left them on the floor where they fell. The elastic band on my boxers hung up on my now firm erection and I didn’t fight the last garment , electing to remove it when I got to the bedroom.
Entering my room, I could feel my heart pounding stronger than ever. Penelope was practically hyperventilating, her chest heaving as we kissed and held onto each other.
I set her on the edge of my bed and she immediately pulled my boxers down to free my raging erection. She gingerly took it in her tiny fingers to examine it for a moment and looked up at me. With her bright, hazel-green eyes.
“Mike? I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve never… this will be my first time. Ever.”
“Really? But if you’re over 200 years old… how have you never…?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, I guess. No one ever made me feel like you have and I’m finally ready. But…”
“But?”
“Well, I just wanted to ask you to be careful with me? I mean, yes, I heal fast, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. And I want this to be really special. I don’t want it to hurt. Is that ok?”
I thought about the face she made when she cut her arm to prove to me that she is a vampire. How much she must have been in pain to do that, to prove herself to me!
“I understand. I will be very careful and gentle. You tell me if anything I do is too much and I will back off before I hurt you. Ok?”
She smiled and nodded her agreement. Penelope returned her attention to the matter in hand with eyes wide open and eagerness on her face.
“It’s big. Bigger than I realized.”
I continued to stand there, letting her take the lead. Even though we both wanted this equally, I could tell she was also nervous, having never done this before. The thought occurred to me that she could just be saying that, and I would never be the wiser, but I believed her. There was something about her actions that made me trust she was being totally honest with me. And I cared about her so much already that I wanted this to be as special for her as possible.
Looking at her examining my manhood was unlike anything I could have imagined. All of my previous programming told me this should be wrong! She had all the looks of an underaged girl and she had a grown adult man’s erection in her tiny hands, mere inches from her cute little face. My brain screamed ‘no’ at me, but my heart said this was perfectly acceptable and right.
She smiled up at me again and tentatively moved her face to me, opening her mouth and taking my tip into her little lips. My cock grew even more rigged and was nearly painfully engorged! She took the head into her mouth and popped it back out again several times while gauging my response.
Clearly, she had heard of giving head, but had no idea how to actually do it. Even though her technique was that of a novice, she was turning me on more than anyone I had ever been with before.
Soon enough, she learned and sealed her lips around the end of my shaft and formed a mild suction on me. I could feel her tongue on the bottom, providing a soft cushion that moved back and forth slightly. She seemed to sense what she was doing felt incredible and she smiled with her eyes, proud of herself for figuring it out. She bobbed gently on me, but was not able to take more than half of my length before her mouth was stuffed to capacity.
She pulled her mouth off and asked, “Was that okay? I never did that before either. I hope it wasn’t terrible?”
“Babe, that was amazing! You were more than okay, you were outstanding!”
She smiled brightly as she stroked my shaft, her fingers barely able to reach around my girth. I kneeled in front of her and we looked into each other’s eyes, smiling like children.
My hands explored her small frame and childish, featureless parts. Her nipples were mere cones poking away from her otherwise flat chest. She had been at the cusp of developing breasts when she was turned. I felt a mixture of sadness and pain for her, wondering how much she might wish to be able to develop her own breasts while knowing she would never have them. And even though I wanted her to have the body she likely wished for, I loved her exactly how she was, finding nothing but perfection in her youthfulness.
My hand slid down, exploring further. Her cute belly, flat and taut; the muscles defined and perfect. Her precious little mound nestled between her legs, with perfect pouting lips that hid the private entrance into her body. Her long, slender legs were almost gangly, yet beautiful and youthfully feminine.
She watched with amusement as I marveled over her vision. Her chest rose and fell with each excited breath of anticipation.
I placed my hand on her knee and gently parted her legs, opening her to me. She smiled bright and knowingly as I did, showing no signs of embarrassment or apprehension at being so completely exposed to my eyes. Indeed, her face conveyed her own thrill with the prospect of being desired by a man.
I moved my face closer to the junction between her legs. She had absolutely no visible pubic hair, clean as the day she was born over two centuries ago!
Just as I was about to kiss her tender little crevice, she shook slightly and her body erupted with goosebumps all over her body! She raised her hips towards my mouth, her anticipation consuming her.
Penelope had waited a very long time for this moment and I didn’t want her to wait a second longer. I kissed her little puss, gently and firmly. She exhaled with satisfaction as her head flopped back onto the bed. Once she regained her breath, she looked back down to me, our eyes locked together.
I smiled to myself as I began licking her delicate little folds. Her chest and stomach danced wildly with her ragged breathing. My tongue pressed between, parting her labia and she squeaked with joy at the sensation. I was pleasantly surprised by her taste. For some reason, I had expected that she might have a foul, unpleasant flavor like that of rot. However, she tasted really clean and fresh with a slight hint of the chlorine from my pool. I continued exploring her right folds with my tongue and lips, savoring her light musky sweetness. She was delicious!
I wiggled my head back and forth to push her puffy labia aside and nestle my lips into her. Penelope had her legs spread as wide as she could hold them, granting me maximum access to her most secure and private of places.
Her swollen clit practically begged for some attention and I obliged by dragging my tongue up her slit to make my introduction. Penelope seethed with ecstasy and bucked her little hips up, hitting me in the face. I helped calm her down with a hand on her puffy mound and she settled back into the mattress.
As I toyed with her tiny clit, her head rolled from side to side as if her brain wanted her to both flee and stick around for more. Her vagina was producing secretions just as fast as I could lap them up. Perhaps even faster! I knew her body was ready for what we both ultimately needed.
Before I could move, she stopped me and said, “Now, Mike! Please?”
As I moved, she scooted herself back onto the bed. We moved as one body, never separating more than a few inches. She settled into the bed and I held myself above her, allowing only some of my weight to rest on her. We kissed deeply and I positioned myself to her petite opening. She spread her legs as wide as possible for me as her body undulated under me. Her long wait for this moment was finally over and she was wracked with eagerness.
Penelope moaned a pleading sound into our kiss and I pressed forward with extreme care. My tip compressed from her tightness for a few seconds as her juices began to coat me. A little more pressure and I could feel her beginning to open. She hummed with excitement as she held onto my arms.
Only half of my head was pressed into her and I wanted to cum. But I was no where near close yet and I wanted to be really careful with my new little love. I paused to let her catch her breath and she was soon rolling her hips, trying to get more of me inside.
I eased forward a little more and my crown suddenly popped inside. She let out a quick yelp of surprise and I stopped.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry if that hurt!”
“No, Mike, you didn’t hurt me. I just didn’t expect it to pop in like that.”
“Are you sure? We can…”
“No. I’m sure. It hurt for a split second, but now it feels wonderful! I feel so sexy and pretty!”
I nodded and smiled at my little vampire girl before moving forward half an inch.
The moment I moved in further, she sad, “Oh! There’s more?! I thought you were in all the way!”
“No, Babe, that was just the tip.”
“Oh my! Okay just keep going slow because I don’t know how much will fit…”
“I will. You tell me when to stop and I will.”
I could feel her torn hymen and caught myself wondering how often I might get to break it again and again. Shaking the thought, I pushed forward. Her tightness reluctantly permitted my entry. Penelope’s body tensed under me and I stopped until she could relax once more.
She was panting quietly but had a determined look to her expression. I watched her eyes, waiting for her to signal me. With a smile, she nodded twice and I gave her a little more. Her eyes shot open and she gasped for air. I backed down a bit and she relaxed slightly.
“Are you okay?”
Penelope just nodded and said, “Yeah. It’s just so much bigger than I thought it would be inside me.”
Understanding, I just moved back and forth for a minute while she adjusted to me. After several minutes she was ready for more.
I could feel her tight walls becoming more slick by the minute. She held on tight as I pressed forward again. This time, I felt my crown brush against her cervix. I looked down and still had half of my length exposed, my cock was coated in a mix of her vaginal fluids and blood from her torn hymen.
“No more! Don’t go any deeper, please? It will hurt if you do…”
“Do you want me to pull back some?”
She thought for a second and shook her head ‘no’. “This feels perfect! But I can’t take more than this. I hope you’re not mad?”
“Mad?!” I laughed. “I’m not mad. I couldn’t be happier!”
That was the truth! I knew it would be harder to have an orgasm without being able to go all the way into her, but that just meant we could go longer and the sex would be better for her! I wanted her to have as many orgasms as I could give her!
I began rocking gently into her, careful not to penetrate any deeper than what she could handle. We kissed with romantic intimacy as we made love for the first time.
She made cute little grunting sounds when I thrust gently into her and breathed deep on my retreats from her. My hands never stopped exploring her pale flesh, feeling her every curve and goosebump. I rested my hand on her chest and could touch both nipples at the same time. Her heart thudded like the hooves of a racehorse in full sprint.
Our lovemaking lasted for at least an hour before I felt my orgasm build. We had settled into a nice comfortable and relaxing pace, but with my impending orgasm, the pace quickened.
My cock began to swell in preparation of release and I made quick, short pumps to urge the orgasm along. Penelope’s body responded to my movements and her already tight walls began to constrict on me like a python, squeezing me with crushing pressure!
“Oh Mike! I feel… I feel… like… like… Oh my god! I feel like… Mmmmm!”
She couldn’t finish her sentence, but I already knew. Her pussy started pulsing and my own orgasm hit with power! It took every ounce of restraint to keep from thrusting completely into her as my cock sprayed with nearly violent force! The sensation of my seed splashing inside of her caused her to squeal in delight!
Our orgasms seemed to sustain for minutes as we rode them out. By the time they subsided, I was collapsing with exhaustion. Penelope barely noticed my weight on her, but I rolled to her side so she could catch her breath, too.
Our bodies melted into the mattress in sated relaxation while our heavy breathing gradually slowed to normal.
“Oh, wow! Oh Mike! That…. That was incredible! I’ve never…. I never… felt anything so…. “. She sighed as her words trailed off, unable to speak anymore. Her body twitched with involuntary spasms as she fought to regain control.
I was in a similar state, but not to the extent of my Penelope. At that moment, the thought struck me: “my Penelope “. I looked at her as she slowed her breathing further and smiled up at the ceiling. I knew then, she was mine. And I was hers. As long as she wanted me, I was hers.
I lay down fully and scooped her into a spooning position, cuddling her against me. My pelvis rested against her butt and her head only came up to my chest. I was ready to fall asleep with her there in my arms when she spoke.
With a groan, she asked, “what time is it?”
I looked at my clock and answered, “It’s nearly 4am. Why?”
Another groan, “I can’t stay here. I have to go to my place.”
“Can I come with you?”
She said, “I wish you could. But I have some things to do in the morning. And it will not be safe for me if you have to go when it’s light out. I’m really sorry. But can I come back when it’s dark again?”
“I can’t wait for you to come back!”
Penelope reluctantly sat up and I moved with her. We kissed again. Our kiss was not filled with lust or desire, but with love and affection.
We stood together and gathered our clothing. Her swimsuit was still damp so she simply put her shorts on over her bare bottom. I gave her one of my shirts to cover her and she looked sexy as hell.
She said with a wink and a smile, “just so you know, you’re not getting your shirt back. It’s mine now. Okay?”
I smiled and said, “I can live with that. It looks better on you anyway.”
I put on my shorts and another shirt as she watched me dress. Once I was decent, we turned to walk downstairs. I opened my door and let her pass through before walking her to her door.
She said, “You don’t have to walk me home, you know. I’m right there…”
“It’s okay. I want to walk you home.”
We reached her doorstep and faced each other. She stood up on her tippy toes and I bent down to kiss her lips one more time. I waited as she unlocked her door and we bid each other good night before she closed the door behind her.
I looked at her door for a minute with the biggest grin ever on my face. I had no control over my expression. As I turned to walk home, I heard Penelope suddenly shrieking to herself with excited laughter and giddiness. I looked back at her door, smiling with understanding.
“Me, too, Penelope. Me, too.”
Part 2?
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