The girl was pleading with Dan, but he prolonged her torment for a little longer.
"You're just being mean," Joanne accused as she shifted her bared crotch which was a scant inch or so away from his erection.
"Yes, I am," he confessed.
Dan was standing upright in his office at home, holding Joanne by the ass as the girl clung to his shoulders and had her coltish legs wrapped around the sides of his waist. Her green uniform skirt was bunched up around her waist, revealing her smooth cunny, dripping from his earlier manipulations. She tried to push down onto the waiting prick to satisfy the fire in her prepubescent sex, but he only allowed just a brief touch before her pulled her up again.
The girl's white blouse was hanging open, revealing her new toys. When she had turned eleven in the spring, Joanne had been as flat as a board. But in the summer sun, her breasts had begun to blossom, producing small swells in the shape and size of small muffin tops that were beginning to strain within the confines of her training bra. Said undergarment was currently lying on the floor near her discarded panties and Girl Scout vest with its assortment of badges.
At last, Dan lowered her, eliciting a sigh from her as the meat pushed into her heated orifice and slid along her sensitive tunnel walls. In part, this was to keep from causing the girl discomfort, but he also loved feeling a young pussy expand around his meat when it first went in. He always took his time entering her, just as he had when he took her virginity three years ago.
Back then, she had been a young Brownie Scout who had worked up the nerve to approach the man in the fancy house in order to sell cookies. A successful business man, he had protracted the sale for a week, carefully cultivating her until the day the eight year-old walked out with a sizeable sale and the remains of her cherry drying on his desk blotter.
After that, the girl returned for adult guidance for various scout projects and also learned a great many other things that weren't found in the Girl Scout Handbook. On a more innocent front, he also arranged for her cookie sales sheets to be placed in his businesses, giving her an excellent sales record. By the time she was nine, Joanne had learned the value of networking as well as the value of a good anal lubricant.
"Aahhh!" Joanne crooned once Dan's prick was buried inside her.
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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