Paralysis. She might experience an inability to move when she’s about to fall asleep or wake up, and she may experience some other sensory perceptions – like sights or sounds or the presence of someone in the room with her – but unless she calls out to you, don’t do anything except record your observations.” “Roger that,” Pete said, giving the Doc a big thumbs up. Kid has lucid dreams, gottit! “Good,” he said. “Her parents will probably pick her up so you can finish your shift as soon as Lucy’s gone.” “Thanks Doc,” Pete grinned. Sweet! That was code for ‘Fuck off early and write down a full twelve hour shift.’ Ziegler closed the door behind him and left Pete in the booth. He locked it, insuring against interruptions when he started in with the porn. Lucy had completed a circuit of the small bedroom and had investigated the very few things that carried an interest for a She opened her overnight bag and took out a small girls’ adventure novel and a purple, cotton nightie and put them on the bed. Watching her move about unselfconsciously through the glass, Pete thought he might need to give her an upgrade from Cutie to Super-Mega-Cutie. Lucy was about five feet tall and was wearing a snug pair of white short-shorts and a filmy, translucent, purple shift over a white singlet top. She looked to be well into the changes of puberty, although she wasn’t quite done yet. Even though she was small, her legs were so trim – and the shorts so short – they actually looked long and lean. Her pelvis had already changed shape, giving her an obvious curve at the hips
She had a big, happy smile and her dimples were deep pits in her pink cheeks. “Now evict me.” Pete popped the intercom again and prepared his Big Brother voice. “It’s time to leave, …” then he paused for the ridiculous five-count that they used on the TV while Lucy – grinning madly – was almost hopping on her toes with anticipation. “… Lucy!” he finished, letting go of the intercom and laughing to himself while Lucy collapsed in a fit of teenage giggles. “You’re funny,” she sighed, getting hold of herself. Pete was surprised by her simple innocence. She was being quite genuine, but if a grown woman said the same thing, it would sound insincere at best and maybe even sarcastic. She turned side on to the mirror and regarded herself critically, standing tall and smoothing down the translucent shift over her stomach, admiring her breasts in profile; Pete thought there was much to admire about them; they were definitely coming along quite nicely. Not big enough to swell out the sides yet, but there was a lovely, plump curve underneath and a nice roundness to the shape that Pete associated with fulsome youth. “Pete?” she said, not taking her eyes of her breasts. “Uh huh?” Pete said, his eyes not moving either as he found the familiar intercom button by touch. “Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked. Shit? Where did that come from? Kids say the darndest things. “Um … no,” Pete said. “Not at the moment.” Which was technically true. It had also been technically true for his entire life.
“Luce?” he began. “I found something on the things people with Sleep Paralysis feel. Can I read it out and you tell me if any of these happen to you?” “Uh huh,” Lucy agreed, listening intently. Pete began to read, “Feelings of being crushed or suffocated …” “Nuh uh,” Lucy shook her head straight away. “… electric tingles or vibrations …” “Sometimes,” Lucy agreed. Not like a zap, just tingly. “… imagined speech and other noises …” “Um, maybe,” she said. “I’m not sure.” “… the imagined presence of a visible or invisible entity …” “Uh huh,” Lucy gulped nervously. “Visible.” “… and sometimes intense emotion: fear …” “Nuh uh” “… or euphoria and orgasmic feelings,” Pete finished, smiling. “Um, I’m not sure what those words mean,” Lucy said, but it didn’t sound much like the truth. “It means a kind of sexy feeling,” Pete said helpfully, watching Lucy closely. “A really nice feeling in your …” he searched for the appropriate word. “… in your privates.” Lucy didn’t answer, but her hand to her panties and she slowly massaged the soft pussy lips beneath them. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about, Luce,” Pete said, watching her fingers move the thin film of cotton over her young pussy. He wondered whether he might be lucky enough to see a little bead of moisture bloom on the pink fabric. “Everybody has dreams like that,” he said. “Especially at your age.” “Really?” Lucy “Did you?”
“That’s okay Luce,” he said, trying reverse psychology. “It’s too personal. I shouldn’t have asked. I just thought maybe you wanted to talk about it.” “He …” Lucy began, then she paused. “He lies on top of me …” Pete remained silent, waiting. Rapt. “… and he puts his thing between my legs … in my … you know …” “He just puts it in and leaves it Pete asked, his heart pounding. “He it around,” she said softly. “Sliding it in and out.” “And how does that feel?” Pete “Wonderful!” Lucy breathed. “It’s the best feeling in the world.” “Have you ever felt that for real?” Pete asked. “Like not in the dream?” “Nuh uh,” Lucy said quietly. “That’s called ‘having sex’. I done it for real.” Pete wanted to say “Do you want to?” but he stayed silent, not sure how he keep Lucy talking about sex. “I’m not a virgin though,” Lucy announced. “I don’t think so anyway.” Pete laughed, and counted himself lucky he wasn’t holding down the intercom. How can you not be sure? “What do you mean, Luce?” he asked. “Mom has a thing in her drawer … like a guy’s thing,” Lucy said. “Do you know what I mean?” “Did you try it out?” Pete asked. “Uh huh,” Lucy said. “But it didn’t feel like with the intruder. It hurt.” Mom probably has some lube too. Should’ve used that. “Did it make you he asked out loud.
her clitoris hidden near the top, and the folds of her tiny entrance – barely the diameter of Pete’s finger – closed tightly down below. “I don’t really know what I’m looking for,” Lucy said slowly, studying her vagina with almost the same intensity as Pete. “How can I tell if it’s still there?” Pete wasn’t exactly sure. He’d seen pictures with the hymen present and clearly labelled, but it wasn’t as though he’d ever gone looking. “Um, I’m no expert, Lucy,” he said, madly trying to think of a way to keep her legs open and maybe to start masturbating. “Look it up on Wikipedia,” Lucy said matter-of-factly, touching a finger to her closed entrance. Fuck! Why didn’t I of that? Computer’s over there; with a juicy, open pussy is over here. Smartphone! Fucking brilliant. Pete grabbed his pants off the floor and fumbled his phone out the pocket. “Good idea, Luce. Hang on a sec.” Wikipedia app. “Hymen Inspection”. Redirects to Virginity Test, perfect. Pete quickly scanned the entry, looking up every couple of seconds to make sure Lucy’s pussy was okay and hadn’t rushed off anywhere. It referenced the Two Finger Test, but Pete thought it would be easier to just look. He read on further, but there was no real help to be had. It seems that hymens come in many shapes and forms and virginity tests were notoriously unreliable. He pressed the intercom. “Hmm, Wikipedia’s no help,” he said. “I don’t this is as easy as I thought.” “What does it say?” Lucy asked. fuck!
having his dick sandwiched between those tight, little-girl cunt-lips was fucking close second. He heard her take a sighing breath. Fucking hurry! It was hard to line up the shot without taking his cock out of Lucy’s pussy lips (and that’s not going to fucking happen!), and it took a couple of attempts trying to get the framing right but he finally got one he could be happy with. Lucy moaned softly in her sleep and moved her hips slightly, angling them back towards Pete’s throbbing shaft. Fuck! Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up! He held still, not daring to even breathe with his knob still three-quarters inside the sleeping teen. Lucy settled again. What do I do? What do I fucking do? Option one: get the fuck out of here. Clearly that’s the smart choice. Option two: grab Lucy by the hips and fuck her brains out. Clearly that’s the dumb choice. Was there an option three? What if …? Just hear me out, Pete me ol’ pal; hear me out. What if … just saying … we leave our cock in the girl and just … you know … jerk off until we cum? What about that idea? Pete couldn’t believe what he was contemplating, but his cock could; it swelled and reared and almost sprung free of Lucy’s soft, little pussy lips. It would have too, if he wasn’t holding it. He could already imagine his cum pouring into her slit and filling it like a tiny éclair. He didn’t think about cleaning her up afterwards; didn’t want to, either. Worry about that later. Worst case, if Lucy woke up with a cunt-full of cum, who was she going to tell? Shit she’s only thirteen, she’ll think it’s some kind of reaction from fingering herself earlier. And with a shiver, Pete realized the truth of that thought; Lucy would blame herself. She’d wake up with
his shaft, but even so … Fuck, it’s tiny! And my God, so perfect! There was no way Pete was going to watch this from the booth. The cover story was already forming in his head as he ran for Lucy’s door. The girl sounded distressed so he went to check on her. Most natural thing in the world, right? No way could he have foreseen she’d have her panties off and her legs spread. He closed the door behind him and went to the foot of her bed where he could look straight down the barrel of her wet and open sex. So lovely … and so ready! Lucy was slowly undulating her hips in a convincing display of rising to meet a gently thrusting cock; moaning and gasping her obvious pleasure. Pete’s gaze travelled up her slim form, stopping briefly to enjoy the outline of her erect nipples beneath the nightie, and then further up to her parted, gasping lips and … oh Jesus fuck … her eyes! Open! And staring back at Pete. “Lucy?” he said, suddenly fearful again of being caught. “Are you okay?” No response, she just lay there staring; but right at him! That was the most unsettling thing, she was definitely aware of him. “Luce? Can you hear me?” no response. Well not no response, exactly; she was still slowly pumping her hips and moaning, and if anything her pussy was even wetter than when he came in. Pete moved to his left and Lucy tracked his movement with her eyes. Weird! Hot, but weird. “Sweetheart?” He walked up beside the bed and sat on the edge, watching her small, aroused body. “Is there something you want?” There was something Pete wanted, and he
his return stroke, crying softly as his knuckle passed into her. “Do you want something bigger, Luce?” he quietly. “You moan for me, baby, moan for me if you want some cock?” He pushed his middle finger all the way into the webbing, brushing the swollen nub of her clitoris with his thumb as well. Lucy cried in wordless pleasure and pumped her small hips into his hand. “I thought so, sweetie,” he reassured her, quickly unbuckling his while he continued to finger-fuck her. “I’ll give you what you need; don’t worry. Do you want me to cum inside you?” Lucy continued moaning and watching him with desperate, plaintive eyes. “You do, don’t you?” he smiled, taking a pillow from behind her and lifting her small body to prop it under her hips. “You love cum, isn’t that right? You want me to fill your little cunt with creamy spunk? Let me get right in deep and blow inside you? Yes?” He stroked a thumb over her clitoris making her tremble all over. “Don’t you worry sweetie, I’ve got a huge load ready and I’m gonna get it way down deep.” Naked from the waist down, Pete climbed onto the bed between Lucy’s open thighs, which he lifted and walked his knees up until the base of his erection pressed into her steaming slit. Fuck! How is this going to work? His cock laid over the downy hair of her mound and reached most of the way up to her navel. There was no way it was all going to fit, but that wasn’t the immediate problem: he had to get his cock through her opening first. It seemed laughable; he could feel her opening
her tight little butt in one hand and wrapping the fingers of his other one over her shoulder for leverage, he increased his stroke, driving her body onto his cock and pumping hard into her tiny cunt, burying himself almost to the hilt and powering her to the brink of orgasm. “Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, uh-huh!” Her breathless cries almost took the form of words as her climax crested. Pete could feel the muscles in her thighs quiver and knew she was about to come. Hugging her tiny body to his chest, he drove his cock into her hard and fast, straining his balls and screaming silently at them ‘Now, do it now!’ Lucy’s thighs lifted and her ankles locked behind Pete’s thighs, dragging him deeper until finally his pubis touched down on her pillowy pussy lips; his cock-head mashing into her cervix wall. “Oh God, it’s happening. It’s finally happening,” Lucy croaked beneath him. What the Pete raised up onto his elbow to look at Lucy’s beautiful face beneath him. She was looking up into his eyes with a mix of greedy lust and thankful bliss. “Please!” she gasped. “Inside me … you promised.” “Oh Go-o-o-o-o-d!” Pete’s cock leaped ad his balls throbbed massively. Straining against the release, he pumped Lucy another half a dozen stokes, as deep as he could possibly be with her cervix straining and dilating beneath his pounding cock. “Here you go, sweetie,” he groaned. “Here it comes.” ****