As they always did, Jocelyn's grunts became longer the closer she came to cumming. They were low and breathy and could have come from someone older than her eleven years. As she held her position on her hands and knees, her adult lover, Mark, plowed her preteen twat from behind. The hairless folds of her sex were pushed apart by the hard rod of flesh driving in and out with squelching noises as her juices added to the mess on her vulva.
He had already drilled her in the ass and had cum there. As it had flowed from her reddened asshole while she stayed in her doggy pose, his semen had coated her cunny. She loved being messy and sticky there - it showed how sexy she was. The jiggling of her titties also added to her self-perception. She was fat and she held no illusions otherwise. But it had given her a more mature body and otherwise she might not be getting another hard dose of loving from her man.
Mark had always been her man. He was her first back when she was a lonely, awkward girl of nine. And he had been her only man except on the few occasions he had shared her with others men and women. Even then, she was only on loan to them from her man.
Her figure didn't bother her anymore. She walked with confidence in the school halls, laughing off the occasional snide comment from some other girls. Those kinds of girls were stuck-up, pretty-on-the-outside-only, who were still trying to fill their training bras and would run crying to their mamas if some manly cock got too close to their pretty little panties.
Mark was equally satisfied with Jocelyn. He remembered the first time well when, after some coaxing, she let him into her nine year-old snatch. She had cried a little and bled a little, but her orgasm then (and it wasn't her first) was the strongest yet and cured her of any further inhibitions. The girl quickly learned the value of having a hard dick inside her when she came. Now she could cum when he was in either of her lower holes. And more than once she had cum while fingering herself as she greedily sucked on his meat.
As he rammed into the girl now, he slid his hands up her sides, feeling her ample belly fat as he moved toward her front and captured her fat titlets. Jocelyn grunted harder as he squeezed and pulled them as if he was milking a cow. Although he would have several preteen girls each year, Jocelyn was a constant. Her plush young body responded beautifully to his caresses and she was not old enough yet for her blubber to sag much. And her extra mass made it easier for him to take her hard, just as he was doing now.
No matter how many times she had been fucked, Jocelyn's sex holes never bored Mark. Her rear and her cunt were still snug and pleasurable for him and her mouth only got better as she passionately kept refining her techniques.
Jocelyn's grunts mutated to anxious moans and then a loud bark of release as she climaxed. Her entire body jiggled as she shook and Mark added a load in her twat to match the earlier one in her ass.
"Ohh!" Jocelyn breathed as she rolled onto her back, well sated.
Mark joined her, lying by her side as he idly rubbed a hand over her belly.
"I won't be seeing much of you for a little while," he said casually.
"Another girl?" Jocelyn asked, amused.
"Hey, I've got bills to pay and customers who want to watch some action."
"I know," Jocelyn chuckled with a knowledge that exceeded her years. "But no matter how many you have, you always come back."
"Well, there's business and then there's pleasure," he replied, sliding a hand over one large thigh and onto her hairless quim.
Jocelyn sucked in a breath as he inserted a finger.
"But you still take videos and pictures of me for your websites," she pointed out.
"What can I say? I like to mix business with pleasure."
Evie blushed as the man who recently moved into Apartment 311 gave her a smile and a friendly hello as she came home from school. She wasn't sure what he did for a living, but he had been in the lobby almost every day now for a week when she returned in the afternoon. While she thought the attention was a little flattering - she couldn't deny enjoying the secret flutters in her belly every time he fixed his gaze on her - she wasn't sure how she merited it.
Typical of many girls on the unnerving approach toward adolescence, the eleven year-old thought she was quite unremarkable. Her hair was a boring shade of brown, hanging a few inches below her shoulders and her blue eyes, shielded behind a pair of oval-lensed glasses, held none of the electricity that fashion models or actresses seemed to convey with ease. While many girls her age were experimenting with their looks - restyling their hair, exploring make-up, and wearing clothes that accentuated the burgeoning curves of their young bodies, Evie eschewed that, preferring to hide her thin body beneath bulky or oversized clothing.
"By the way, I'm Mark," the man said, startling Evie from a small daydream. "And you're ...?"
"Um...I'm Evelyn, uh, Evie," she stammered. No adult had ever asked her to use their first name.
"Hiya, Evie," Mark replied amiably, seemingly ignoring the girl's shyness. "I've been watching you and was hoping you'd let me shoot you."
Mark chuckled and help up a hand.
"I'm sorry. By shooting, I mean with cameras, not a gun."
"It's for a multimedia project I'm working on - photos and video. The working title is "Undiscovered Country". That's a phrase from Shakespeare, later used in a Star Trek movie. The theme is about things emerging through change in nature. I've done a time study on gardens growing, forests changing through seasons, a caterpillar evolving into a butterfly, that sort of thing. But I'd also like to add a girl like you - someone on the verge of becoming a woman."
Evie snorted and then blushed - the latter from both the idea of being studied through a lens and from the rude noise she had just made.
"I'm not a model," she said dismissively. "I'm just...plain."
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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