Cunt Whisperer - Sex Stories

Cunt Whisperer

... dozen times to strike up a conversation with one, and use his... as he thought of it now, his &#034talent&#034... and see what happened. But he didn't. He finally made his way back to the motel. He sat out on the deck, as night descended. Some k**s were there, playing around, being silly. They finally disappeared, all but one. Just like Darcy, he thought. He looked at the girl. She was cute, her body just starting to blossom into womanhood. She was, he had to admit, a fox. Just like a big girl. He wondered, he really wondered, this time, just how far he was willing to go. He looked at the little girl. She glanced at him, and looked away. He wanted her, he realized. He wanted to feel her young body beneath him. He wanted to taste her youth, to taste her fragrances... he wanted to taste her beauty. Come talk to me, he thought. Come sit with me and talk. Almost immediately she stood up. She turned to face him. Come, he thought. Come talk. This one was strong, though. She resisted him at first. A lifetime of conditioning... don't talk to strangers... he could almost tell when he broke through. She slowly made her way over to his table, like she was sl**pwalking. &#034Hi!&#034 he said brightly. She smiled weakly, and said &#034Hi,&#034 in return. He motioned to a chair, and she carefully sat, watching him like a sparrow watches a snake. He wondered if she knew what he intended for her, and if he could pull it off. &#034What are you doing out here alone, darlin'?&#034 he asked, ...

... and she smiled again, shyly. &#034Just... hangin' round...&#034 she finally said. &#034Aren't your parents concerned that you're out alone?&#034 he said, and she shook her head. &#034They don't mind. I gotta be back at ten. Plus, they probably think I'm with... the others.&#034 &#034Why aren't you with the others?&#034 &#034They're just k**s. They just wanna do k** stuff. Gets old.&#034 she said, having to think on that one a bit. &#034I know how you feel,&#034 he said. &#034There's a lot more to do than just k** stuff.&#034 He looked around. The dusk had given way to dark. He stood, thinking furiously at her. &#034Come on. Let's walk the beach.&#034 She had taken his hand, at his mental suggestion. She hadn't even asked, she'd just done it. They walked along the water's edge. She laughed at silly things he said, and he could feel her body brush his, occasionally. He already had a slight hard-on, thinking about the soft young body beside him. This would be a true test of his abilities, he thought. If I can actually pull it off. Her name was Carrie. She was here with her aunt and uncle, actually, not her parents. He let her chatter, as they walked further and further down the beach. The darkness was almost complete. Some of the motels along the beach had floodlights out to the water, but that didn't bother him that much. He figured they just looked like a dad and a daughter walking along the beach. They finally turned around and walked back. The night was warm and moist. He knew ...