I read, on some site, the story "It was or was not",

and decided to write a sequel.

I think the author will not be offended at me.

"It was or was not 2," or "Just a Baby."

I vaguely remember the rest of the road. I remember that we arrived quickly and silently. I remember that the car was warm from overwhelming feelings. Warm and drunk. Drunk with that ease of quiet joy of satisfaction, when there is nothing more ... "- Tomorrow at eight in the evening, ibid." She threw shortly instead of parting, and ran away.

In the evening, at home, I lay, looked at the bow, and thought whether it was or was not. Yes, and the fact of the incident, leaves an imprint of unreality. Unless the disobedient, forgotten by her bow, remaining under the windshield, instilled at least some confidence in the reality of the fact of what happened to me. “- I burn in Hell, for the corruption of youngsters. Interestingly, they don’t use vegetable oil there, something like tar, or something else. And instead of seasoning, what will they sprinkle me on? ”

... Only in May the love of sex made me go on a date. I drove to the designated place, the last turn. My baby, in a pale pink dress, waited at the curb (I barely recognized her), and dived into the car, as soon as I managed to slow down.

- Hello, "yummy". - She kissed me. - Do you know the way to “Factory” dachas?

- Yes. - I had to go there fishing more than once, the places there were excellent, and the nature is beautiful. I even dreamed there to buy a dacha for myself, with a garden on the shore.

- Then let's go.

The car quickly rolled on asphalt.

- And what is the name of my young mistress?

- Valeria, or just Lera.

- Me, Sergey.

- Seryozha, let's shut up, I like to drive silently in the car and look at the horizon "running away."

Probably anticipating my questions about her age, about morality, about her parents, and not wanting to answer them, she preferred silence. I did not insist on a conversation, and preferred to look at my companion from time to time.

The neatly styled hair made her older, the dress nicely wraps around her breasts (without a bra), which, each, the size of my fist, nipples with peas, teasing protrude. And today, instead of yesterday's shoes, neat "studs".

After half an hour of silence, the car drove into the holiday village. Lera pointed to a nice house, and when the car stopped, she went out to open the gate.

The house was clean, which hid the name "dacha". Without extra furniture, the room seemed larger, a sofa, with two ottomans, and a chest of drawers, with the exception of curtains, with lambrequins, on a single window, and a thick carpet by the sofa.

She led me to the sofa, and when I sat down, dug into my lips, wrapping my neck around with thin arms, and kneeling on both sides of me. Her lips were hot and tender, I pressed her body to me, and, through the thin fabric of my shirt and dress, I felt how her resilient chest rested against me. I dived under the dress with my other hand and felt her buttocks in silk panties in her hand. Lera raised her hands up, letting me know that the dress was disturbing, for good luck I was not “stupid”, and after a moment the “baby”, naked, in shorts, hastily, feverishly undid the buttons on my shirt. When the shirt was finished, she, with a new greed, pounced on my lips, tightly pressed against my chest.

- Today I will command. - Lera said looking up from my lips.

- ... - She covered my lips with her hand.

- I want so, Seryozha. - Lera got up from the couch. - And undress, please. - added leaving the room.

She returned with a basin, warm water in a teapot and a soap box, a pleasant smile lit up her face when she saw the protruding Dick, with drawn eggs. I sat back on the couch naked, legs slightly apart. Lera put the basin on the floor. She came up to me, threw the trunk of Huya with her palm, and pulled me along, I, obeying, moved behind her hand, and crouched, squatting, over the pelvis.

Baby (I gave her another name), pleasantly moving her hands, washed up the dick and anus, deepening her finger in it, then wiped it with a gentle, terry towel, and when I got up, she could not resist the temptation, clung to her head.

- Your dick is very tasty. - She said, releasing the head from her mouth. - I still, in the mouth, have a pleasant taste of your, yesterday's, sperm, and today I see that he is also beautiful with you. Serozha, I know that all men suffer because of the size of their huya, but you have nothing to worry about, I have a small cave, and if He were even a centimeter more, we would not have met again.

- I am afraid that we really should not meet, otherwise I will be considered a “pedophile” (seducer of youngsters).

Lera smiled.

- I turned eighteen yesterday, I'm just a little. - She explained playing with Hume's hand.

The baby was really small, standing next to me, in full growth, her upper part of her head with a haircut was level with the nipples of my breast. - Parents were normal, and I'm small.

- Sorry, why were you?

- They died a year ago.

- Sorry.

- Everything is fine ... Seryozha ... and are you married?

- No, divorced.

I squatted took off her panties, exposing, naked, without hair, Pizdenku, and when Lera hung her over the pelvis gently washed and dried with a towel, her and her ass. Then the little girl walked in small drafts in the direction of the window, her priests' buttocks, with pits on each, smoothly moved in time with her steps. Her figure resembled something from a distant fairy-tale past, as if from a fairy tale about Thumbelina, only from an erotic perspective. She drew the curtains, the room was filled with half-light, pulled sheets from the dresser and spread them out on the carpet.

- Serge, lie on your back.

Twice, I didn’t have to ask for me, having stretched out on a fresh sheet and having spread my legs, I admired her tiny body that rushed towards me. It was a perfect female body in miniature, wide, full, relative to her chest, chest, over the aspen waist, deserved special admiration.

- Not good, just happy birthday happened. - I mumbled. - A gift for me.

- The most expensive gift is the one that you like, and I have already chosen myself.

- And what is this, if not a secret.

Lera crouched on my leg and bent over Hümi with a palm wrapped around her trunk, studying his every centimeter.

- You will give it to me?

The baby slowly drove, gently squeezing the palm along the trunk, playing, with the other hand, with eggs, turning over them and gently scratching the scrotum.

I really liked her confession about the size of my dick, and I was wicked with pride and affection.

... - And how am I going to write without Him? - Taking the breath I asked.

- I trust, my gift, to you so that I will not lose Him, and when I miss him, you will give Him to me.

- Such a proposal suits me. - She, with a joyful smile, looked into my eyes. - Then ... Dear Lera, accept, as a token of my respect, for you, this incomparable, priceless gift, and may He bring, to you, many, many joy.

- Dear Serezha, I accept as a gift, this wonderful your Dick, and as a token of my gratitude, He will be my firstborn, and I will take Him ... today to myself.

“Sorry, but as far as I can tell, are you not a virgin?”

- This is my mother's vibrator tried, so in our time and the virgin deflorirovannymi meet. And now I want to play with my gift, He is alive and does not tremble like a vibrator. - And she gave herself entirely to the game with Huy.

I closed my eyes and indulged in pleasant sensations, listening to the caress of my Baby through Dick. She stroked Him and gently scratched, licked, ...