Britney Depraved, part 3 of 4

Written by Perry Nayum

It is a week since my chestnut-haired, micro-titted, bubble-butted, not-even-ten-year-old Melanie stumbled out of my apartment, cum dripping from her little baby pussy and running down the inside of her thighs, the lips of her mouth as swollen as the lips of her fledgling cunt, eyes still dazed from what had happened between us so quickly. God only knows how she had explained her appearance to anyone she met that she might have known. I don't want to know! Now that she has got a taste for fucking dirty old men, questions like that are better left unasked and unanswered.

Three o'clock Wednesday afternoon, and I am so confident that Melanie will be back for more that I don't even start when the doorbell rings three short sets of chimes. I am wearing a loose pair of safari shorts, nothing else, and I know I look more or less OK for my 57 years - if a little the worse for wear after half a century of chasing young girls. (Yes, I got my first blow-job from a little playmate's 12-year-old sister when I was ten, since when I've always had a penchant for fresh meat.) In all those years though, as I've already mentioned, I have never dared tackle a preteen. Preteen or not, then, I have rarely come across (cum across!) a girl who was quite so willing, and able, as my little supermarket girl Melanie of a couple of weeks ago.

Prepared though I am for Melanie's arrival, just curious to know what she will be wearing this time before I strip her naked and fuck the living daylights out of her, I am brought up sharp when I open the door and discover not just Melanie, but a most striking young girl standing next to her and looking up at me with the sexiest imaginable look in her dark eyes.

The girl is taller than Melanie, slimmer too, with something far more worldly to offset Melanie's apparent innocence. It takes me a while to take in the endlessly long, almost skinny legs that disappear at the top of her thighs into the white elasticized sheath that for a few brief centimetres clings to the slight broadening of her hips. Next comes a considerable expanse of flat, bare flesh stretching up to her neat little belly-button, then another expanse of skin and a ripple of little ribs before her juvenile body disappears again into a matching white mini-shirt, the two front panels of which are tied so loosely under the ever-so-slight swell of her chest that I can already see the edge of two nicely swollen nipples with every move she makes.

The biggest surprise of all, though, is that this little goddess's silk-like skin is several shades darker than Melanie's - and obviously not just from the sun, either! - dark enough that, the moment she opens her pouting lips to let drop a softly spoken "Hello! Can I come and play, too?", I can already hear the lilting tones and see the sun-drenched palm-lined beaches of Jamaica.

Next to her is my sweet little bombshell of a nine-not-quite-ten-year-old Melanie, dressed in a modified school uniform: an almost transparent white shirt, tie awry, three buttons open at the neck, obviously no bra, a greatly shortened blue and white skirt that barely makes it over her bubble butt, short white socks and pumps. ......(cont)



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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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