Drinker by Gander Sauce (M?f, nc, m/c) (posted with permission) - gs5.txt (0/1)

Drinker by Gander Sauce (M?f, nc, m/c)



Hunting is obviously more productive for me at night.  But at some
times of the year, like now, the school summer holidays, there can be
opportunities during the day to obtain and drink the nectar I crave so
greatly.

Today I check out a public footpath I found marked on a map,
apparently just an average Joe getting some exercise and fresh air.
The footpath seems derelict and starts unpromisingly on the edge of an
industrial estate, then crosses a farmer's fields before running
behind the rear gardens of some large houses owned by the very
affluent.  The path is overgrown in places and the going is tough,
which heightens to my sense of expectancy.

I reach the back gardens and look into each as I go past.  The first
few are deserted, but then I reach one with a solid six-foot wooden
fence topped by barbed wire.  I grasp the top of the fence and pull
myself up so I can peer over.  At the very top of the garden, I see a
female lying on a beach towel, wearing a white bikini.  It's difficult
at this distance but I probe her mind and find she's asleep.  The
question is, is she young enough?  I plant the suggestion of an itch
in her mind, and her right hand lifts across her stomach and gently
scratches her crotch.

How can I gain access?  The barbed wire makes the fence impossible to
climb.  The garden is mostly separated from neighbouring properties by
tall hedges, good in a way because it means the garden is not
overlooked.  However right at the bottom, there's a stretch where the
garden is only separated from the neighbouring property by a low
chain-link fence, and the neighbouring property has a gate onto the
footpath.

I try the gate and it is unlocked.  However as soon as I'm through, I
hear a frenzied yapping sound and see two poodles rushing towards me.
I run to the chain-link fence and climb over, leaving the poodles to
continue their excited yapping in vain.

I probe the girl's mind again.  She is still asleep, but the noise
from the dogs is bringing her towards wakefulness.  I reinforce the
sleep suggestion, and she returns to a sound slumber.

I make my way to the beach towel and the girl, all the time studying
the house for signs of movement.  I detect none; the girl appears to
be alone.

Up close, the girl is a real beauty, in her early teens, with long
brunette hair, a stunningly pretty face, and a shapely, nicely tanned
figure despite her small breasts, slim with a slender waist.

I check the girl's mind again and find she is still sound asleep. Even
asleep, the mind is still working hard and making decisions and I
can't force anyone to do something they don't want.  I can reinforce
what's already there; sleep, for example, and I can place suggestions
in a mind, but only with young girls - once they reach adolescence
they are beyond me.  The mind makes its own choice whether to do
anything about a suggestion; a simple suggestion, like an itch, is not
perceived as a threat and the mind will usually decide to scratch.
However if I place a suggestion for a girl to remove her bikini, the
mind will invariably decide against it.

So, the traditional way, I gently tug the girl's bikini bottom over
her hips, slide them down the smooth, tanned, shapely legs, over the
feet, and off completely.  For a moment, I savour the girl's nicely
rounded belly, contrasting white from being covered by the girl's
bikini, noting the few wispy hairs on her pussy.  I part her legs,
exposing her pussy lips and the cute little pink crinkled hole farther
down.

I climb between the girl's legs and part her pussy lips with my
fingers, exposing the flesh inside.  I test her with my forefinger -
she is dry and has no hymen to present a barrier.  I lower my head to
her pussy and lick the full length of her labia.  She tastes fresh and
clean.  After a third lick I detect some moistness, and her little
button becomes erect.

The taste of a little girl's juices is indescribable, beyond nectar. I
set to with a vengeance, licking and teasing her clit and sucking up
my reward.  Occasionally I reinforce the sleep suggestion so that the
girl doesn't wake up while I am drinking my fill.  I am careful not to
let the girl orgasm, because after orgasm girls often become too
sensitive and I have to let them rest before resuming.

I milk the girl for over half an hour, keeping her continuously on the
brink of orgasm, until I have drunk my fill of her precious nectar and
can rest my tired tongue and lips.  Now to leave my calling card.  I
climb farther up the girl, position my cock at the entrance to her
pussy, and thrust in hard, hitting her cervix with three-quarters of
my length inside.  Almost immediately, the girl attains her
long-awaited orgasm, her whole body bucking and writhing as her pussy
pulses round my cock.  The girl moans with pleasure, and I am only
just in time to reinforce the sleep suggestion to stop her waking up.
I continue thrusting and soon achieve my own ejaculation, the dying
embers of the girl's orgasm urging the jetting sperm from my cock.

My agenda is complete, and yet my cock is still hard and I want more.
I recall that cute little pink puckered hole.  I roll the girl onto
her belly and once more climb between her legs.  I use my fingers to
pull her open, and force the head of my cock into that tiny hole.  She
is very hot and tight and this might be very difficult, but she feels
very full inside.  I plant the suggestion of needing to shit in her
mind, and I'm rewarded when the mind agrees with me and causes the
girl to push out.  As the girl pushes out, I push in, deeper and
deeper.  At first there's a balancing act as I simultaneously
reinforce the sleep suggestion and keep implanting the shit
suggestion, but as my cock causes the girl's body to become fuller and
fuller, the shit suggestion becomes easier and easier.

At last, I'm in all the way, my balls resting against the girl's pussy
lips, my belly crushing her cool, white, firm buttocks, her sphincter
grasping my cock firmly round the base.  There's no need for me to
thrust, the girl's body is now trying to shit of its own accord, her
rectal muscles rhythmically squeezing my cock.  Despite cumming so
recently, I feel my groin tighten.  A huge throb seems to emanate from
my very core and travel the length of my cock.  I deposit spurt and
spurt of cum deep inside the girl, until I feel totally drained.

My cock loses its hardness and I pull out, leaving just the head
inside the girl.  Her body slowly loses the urge to shit and I pull
out completely, knowing she won't shit herself.  I always carry
tissues with me for these situations, and I use one to clean up my
cock as best I can.

Still reinforcing the sleep suggestion, I roll the girl onto her back
again.  I manoeuvre her bikini bottom over her feet, and slide it up
her legs.  Getting it over her hips is the hard part, but somehow I
manage it without waking her.  It's satisfying to see two wet patches
appear on the bikini bottom, then slowly merge into one.

I manage to evade the poodles again as I escape the way I came,
leaving them yapping vainly at the closed gate.  I must have sucked a
pint of juice from the girl, enough to keep me satisfied for a week.
--

I pledge allegiance to the Constitution of the United States of America,
and to the republic which it established, one nation, from many peoples,
promising liberty and justice for all.
Feel free to use the above variant pledge in your own postings.

Tim Merrigan
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