Friday Night Golly (EqG)


                                            So I had a thing. Like a headache, but with pictures. That idea, much like other things I have written, evolved, or devolved. Either way I needed to write it down so it would leave my head. I spent more time than I like to admit on whether I would post this with my name on it given the uh, "subject matter" in the green.


                                            I guess, for better or worse, and because my autism for views, I'll post it on my ponepaste. not hidden or privated.


                                            >It’s Friday night.

                                            >The greatest time of the week.

                                            >That oh, so wonderful reward for having to waste 5 straight days being forced into an overcrowded room listening to someone who has long since lost their passion and the will to live try to lecture you on the future and how you, too can be miserable like them.

                                            >It was the time where you could kick your feet up in the air and not have a care in the world for the next 2 days.

                                            >No homework.

                                            >No having to worry about waking up at a certain time.

                                            >You can stay out of the house a little later and in some cases, stay over at a friends house for some late night gaming.

                                            >Friday is a day even grownups covet.

                                            >Like your parents.

                                            >Sometimes they would order pizza instead of cooking.

                                            >Yes, Friday nights are one of the few universal pleasures in life.

                                            >This Friday night, however.

                                            >Was not one of those nights.

                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >And you are sitting on a couch in an unfamiliar house at 8pm on a Friday night.

                                            >Endlessly flipping through channels on the TV, looking for anything remotely interesting to watch.

                                            >Hundreds of channels.

                                            >Several online streaming services.

                                            >Nothing good on any of them.

                                            >Hell.

                                            >You’d even settle for something to just have on for background noise that could send you into a mindless trance.

                                            >Anything to make the time pass by quicker.

                                            >See, the problem with this Friday night is-

                                            >”Sitting out here all alone?”

                                            >A bright, high pitched voice chirped out to you from your left.

                                            >You sigh deeply and look over at the source.

                                            >There, standing over the edge of the large three seat sofa, was a girl.

                                            >She was slightly hunched over the arm rest with her elbow resting atop with her chin perched on top of the palm of her hand.

                                            >A bored smile on her face.

                                            >”Golly, you’re pathetic.”

                                            >She added in a much lower, less enthusiastic tone.

                                            >A bratty little smirk etched across her face.

                                            >That’s right.

                                            >You were stuck babysitting on a Friday night.

                                            >Not your choice, by the way.

                                            >But, apparently being a teenager now in their second year of high school seems to mean you must take up more responsibilities.

                                            >You know, to prepare yourself for the real world.

                                            >Not your words, by the way.

                                            “Shut up Cozy.” You quip back, deadpan.

                                            >Cozy Glow.

                                            >Little brat extraordinaire.

                                            >The only child of your parents’ best friends.

                                            >Who were all enjoying a night out on the town while you were forced to stay in and watch over her and the house.

                                            >Remember when you said adults covet Friday nights as well?

                                            >Well, so do adults who have teenagers who they can pawn off grown up duties for a short amount of time while they go and out and unwind.

                                            >You grumble some more as you turn your head back to whatever was on the TV.

                                            >Which was some dumb reality show that you had no interest in.

                                            >But if it kept your mind off your duty, you’ll gladly indulge.

                                            >”Aww, You don’t want to hang out with little ol’ me?”

                                            >The young girl then proceeds to approach the front of the couch with an exaggerated girly trot.

                                            >She proceeds to then climb up onto the couch and sits herself next to you.

                                            >She then gives you this cutesy smile and then rests her hands on her lap while she looks all dreamy at you.

                                            >She does have an alluring charm to her.

                                            >Which is weird to say, given her age

                                            >Radiant light pink skin.

                                            >Light baby blue Shirley Temple styled curly hair with a pale beige bow.

                                            >A small patch of freckles that perfectly dotted underneath both her auburn colored eyes.

                                            >She wore what looked to be a puffy cream colored shirt that was covered by a peach ruffled overall dress that went down to her knees.

                                            >A pair of black dress shoes with white leggings that went up past her shins.

                                            >Her appearance gives off an aura like that of a perfect doll made from the 1950’s.

                                            >Too perfect.

                                            >Like she was manufactured.

                                            >And that’s not by accident.

                                            >You see.

                                            >The reason why she seems so weirdly attractive for her age is because her parents have groomed her to be a pageant queen.

                                            >You could even go as far as to say she’s a trophy child.

                                            >Everything about her appearance is meticulously picked out and chosen for her.

                                            >And just one casual look around the entire living room can tell you the whole story.

                                            >An entire room full awards.

                                            >1st place sashes and ribbons.

                                            >Gold medals.

                                            >Trophies.

                                            >Even massive trophies what were bigger than Cozy herself.

                                            >Newspaper clippings of her accomplishments.

                                            >And framed photos of Cozy in various poses and outfits.

                                            >Frilly dresses.

                                            >Sailor school uniforms.

                                            >Even one piece swimsuits.

                                            >In every picture she presented herself with a smile so sweet you were sure it would induce diabetes if you stared too long.

                                            >Seems like she’s done more with her life in half the time that you’ve been alive.

                                            >You really didn’t care, though.

                                            >You already didn’t want to be here in the first place.

                                            >But your parents really wanted a night out without kids.

                                            >Including Cozy’s parents.

                                            >And all of her regular babysitters were already busy with other things tonight.

                                            >So they forced the job unto you as a last resort.

                                            >At least you’re getting paid for this.

                                            >They said she was a sweet little angel so it would be an easy night.

                                            >She had been giving you shit all night and you were almost at your wits end.

                                            >You were also given strict instructions on how to handle her this evening.

                                            >She was to eat her dinner at 6pm and not a minute later.

                                            >Which consisted of just one cup of steamed vegetables and a glass of herbal tea.

                                            >Not only that, you would then need to make sure she is do some after dinner exercises.

                                            >Then make sure she applies some facial make up cream and would wash it off before bed.

                                            >That seemed absolutely brutal, bordering on sadistic.

                                            >But what would you know about this kind of high level maintenance for what seems like a junior  model?

                                            >It was a bit strange that she didn’t seem too thrilled about the lack of food.

                                            >For all you know and care, this could be a typical nightly routine.

                                            >And truth be told.

                                            >You don’t care

                                            >You just wanted to hang out with your friends tonight.

                                            >Not babysit a little diva who has talked down to you all night.

                                            >But here you are.

                                            “What do you want Cozy?”

                                            >You stay in your place and ask without looking at her.

                                            >After an entire afternoon of her calling you pathetic and gross, it now strikes you odd that she is being all friendly to you now all of a sudden.

                                            >”Mr. Anon.”

                                            >She chirps.

                                            >Which makes you slightly cringe.

                                            >You hated being called that.

                                            >Because you are not an adult.

                                            >But you are older.

                                            >“I’m still reeeeeallly hungry; and I would be ever so glad if you could let me have something else to eat.”

                                            >You feel her scoot closer to you on the couch.

                                            >You were already on the far end of the couch so there was nowhere for you to move to.

                                            >You then look down over to her.

                                            >She has her huge cheeky smile and is batting her eyelashes at you.

                                            >The very same sugar-bomb smile she donned in all of her pageant pictures.

                                            >It was cute, you weren’t gonna lie.

                                            “You know I can’t do that Cozy.”

                                            >You finally take your eyes off her and glue them back to the TV for fear of looking at her for any longer she could hex you or something.

                                            >And you genuinely can’t do anything.

                                            >There is literally no food in the fridge or in the pantry.

                                            >Just enough for you to feed her.

                                            >There wasn’t anything for you to munch on like snacks either.

                                            >She then squirms and whines in her spot.

                                            >”I know, but you seem like such a nice person and my parents are being harsh!”

                                            >She stands up from her spot and gets in between you and the TV.

                                            >She begins to pout in front of you.

                                            >”I came in second place in my last ‘Little Miss Equestria’ pageant and they think it’s because I have too much fat on me! So now they cut my calorie intake.”

                                            >You look up and down at her.

                                            >She looks pretty damn thin to you.

                                            >She now has an overly exaggerated sad look on her face with glossy eyes like she was about to cry.

                                            >Sounds worse than you imagined.

                                            >You thought it was weird when you were given the instructions on what to feed her and the fact that there seems to be no other food in the house.

                                            >But now it makes sense.

                                            “Even if I could help you.”

                                            >You begin to tell her.

                                            “There is no food for me to give you.” You shrug. “I guess you could have more tea since there is more of that.”

                                            >You see her face start to shift.

                                            >You then start to see a miraculous transformation.

                                            >Her brows start to furrow.

                                            >Her pupils dilate.

                                            >She begins to clench her teeth and then inhales deeply.

                                            >”ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?”

                                            >That sudden outburst made you jump in your seat.

                                            >The set of lungs on her.

                                            >You then watch as she storms into the kitchen.

                                            >You don’t move from your seat and you start to hear the sounds of cupboard doors slamming and various items hitting the hard kitchen floor.

                                            >”WHAT THE FUCK!?”

                                            >Her voice echoed throughout the house.

                                            >Again, the strength of her voice.

                                            >Also how she flipped from sweet girl to she-devil at the drop of a hat.

                                            >And the language for someone her age.

                                            >She then stomps back into the living room and stands in front of you again.

                                            >Her hands on her hips.

                                            >Eye’s practically bulging from her skull.

                                            >Still visibly gritting her pearly white teeth.

                                            >If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now.

                                            >She keeps her death glare on you for what feels like a few minutes before you finally speak up.

                                            “What?”

                                            >You finally ask.

                                            >”What kind of psychotic vain pieces of shits STARVE their golden goose trophy daughter!?”

                                            >She yells at you.

                                            >You shrug your shoulders and shake your head.

                                            “Why the fuck would I know how your crazy ass parents think?” You sass her while raising your own voice a little. “I told you I’m not a grown up. I was just told to look after you.”

                                            >She then rolls her eyes.

                                            >”Oh yeah! Like I really need to be watched by a disgusting pedophile!”

                                            “Hey!”

                                            >You now yell back at her as you sit up from your relaxed position.

                                            >She can call you all sorts of names.

                                            >But that you won’t stand for.

                                            “The fuck’s your malfunction you little shit!?”

                                            >At this point you don’t care if you get paid or not, you were not going to take that kind of shit.

                                            >”Did I hit too close to home?”

                                            >She replies.

                                            >She sees that she may have touched a nerve as she cracks a small smile.

                                            >”All you grown up men are all alike!”

                                            >You take another look around the living room at all her pictures.

                                            >Including the ones of her in swimsuits.

                                            “Yeah, I bet you know all about that.” You tell her “You probably get passed around more than a collection plate at church.”

                                            >Her face turns a beet red.

                                            >”FUCK YOU!”

                                            >Oh she was pissed at that.

                                            >She then stomps off to her room.

                                            >You listen carefully as her heavy steps fade and you hear the sound of her slamming her door shut.

                                            >That one just came out of you so that may get you in big trouble.

                                            >But fuck it.

                                            >You really hated this and you just want it over.

                                            >At least now you’re sure she won’t be back out to bother you for the rest of the night.

                                            >Which means you can spend the last hour or so in peace.

                                            >As the adults should be home any minute now.


                                            >Several hours later.

                                            >So much for that.

                                            >Sometime after the verbal altercation with Cozy Glow, you received a text from your dad.

                                            >While he didn’t outright say it, it seems like they may have partied too hard so they were going to spend the night out where they were to avoid driving home.

                                            >Along with Cozy’s parents.

                                            >Which, judging by their words, were also heavily inebriated.

                                            >You, of course, were not too thrilled at this new plan.

                                            >They say her parents will double your pay.

                                            >Again, it’s really not like you have a say in the matter.

                                            >But also what kind of shitty people are they that you drank THAT much that they had to call it a night instead of taking a taxi or a rideshare home or something?

                                            >You really didn’t want to be here.

                                            >Much like Cozy, you were hungry as fuck too.

                                            >Also you were pretty damn sure Cozy Glow was going to tell her parents about your outburst so you probably weren’t going to get paid.

                                            >Maybe you will be grounded as well for insulting and angering the golden goose.

                                            >So here you are.

                                            >1am

                                            >Laying on the sofa in the living room.

                                            >All lights in the house were off.

                                            >The only light visible was from the smart TV on the wall that was now in portrait mode.

                                            >Occasionally scrolling through various paintings with various colors.

                                            >You were on your phone.

                                            >Texting with your girlfriend.

                                            >That’s right.

                                            >You have a girlfriend.

                                            >You were mostly just venting about your evening with Cozy Glow and said how much you hated it.

                                            >She tried to cheer you up and said it would get better and more fun.

                                            >She loves to babysit.

                                            >You tell her it’s not something you want to make a habit of.

                                            >And you say you could really use her right about now.

                                            >…

                                            >In more ways than one.

                                            >She responds with a photo.

                                            >A selfie with her laying on her stomach with the phone in front of her.

                                            >It was angled in such a way where you see half of her face.

                                            >And right behind her large mane of pink hair were two huge glorious mounds of pink flesh.

                                            >Another text comes in.

                                            >’What other ways would you use me? <3’

                                            >You begin to list off the nasty things you would do to her and her body.

                                            >After a few minutes you received another text from her.

                                            >It was a video file.

                                            >You press play.

                                            >She propped up her phone on a bed while she was on her knees and her backside was facing the camera.

                                            >She begins to pop her hips which in turn causes her ass cheeks to wobble and clap together.

                                            >The black thong she was wearing complemented her hot pink skin and made it more arousing.

                                            >Her asshole peeking from the thing black fabric with every clap of her cheeks.

                                            >You started to get a raging boner.

                                            >And some urges.

                                            >Urges you wanted to satisfy.

                                            >Like, right now.

                                            >So you sit up.

                                            >Before you decided to do anything else you wanted to make sure the little brat was asleep.

                                            >But all you did was stay on the couch and looked up the stairs to see if you could see any signs of life.

                                            >It was pitch black going up the stairs.

                                            >Looks like the coast was clear.

                                            >You then lay back on the couch, unzip your pants and whip out Anon Jr.

                                            >You press play on your phone again as you begin to stroke it to your girlfriend twerking.

                                            >Just imagining what you would do to her with your cock.

                                            >You would fuck her fat ass into next week.

                                            >And splooge all over her face and tits.

                                            >Your pace quickens and you start to breathe heavy.

                                            “Mmm.”

                                            >Even letting out some satisfying groans and-

                                            >”Golly!”

                                            >The word echoed throughout the living room.

                                            >You instinctively jump in place like you were just jabbed with a cattle prod.

                                            >You then drop your phone only to discover Cozy Glow standing at the end of the couch in front of you.

                                            >She had her own phone in her hand with it’s camera pointing directly at you.

                                            >A deviant little smile on her face.

                                            >”You were really going at it weren’t you? You disgusting pervert!”

                                            >Despite the wicked smile on her face the tone of her voice was unsettlingly cutesy and innocent.

                                            “What the fuck are you still doing up!?”

                                            >You answer back in a panic.

                                            >Your voice a little hoarse from the combination of almost climaxing and being shocked at being found out.

                                            >”I don’t think that matters now, does it?”

                                            >She answers you as she now trots from the side of the couch.

                                            >Her phone’s camera still glued to you.

                                            >”This is still my home, and what would an older boy be doing with his penis out in front of an adorable little girl like me?”

                                            >She now stands firmly in front of you.

                                            >You see that she is in her pajamas.

                                            >A bright yellow night gown covered in tiny white polka-dots that stretched down to just above her knees.

                                            >She was also wearing a pair of socks that went halfway up her shins.

                                            >Her pale yellow bow was still neatly tied to her hair that was also still perfectly done.

                                            “…”

                                            >You don’t say anything.

                                            >You need to think of how to get out of this.

                                            “What do you want?” You ask, hoping to bribe her with something. “You still want something else to eat?”

                                            >You add.

                                            “You already saw there’s nothing in the house for me to give you.”

                                            >Unless she forces you to go outside this late and grab something.

                                            >Not ideal, but like everything else tonight, it’s not your choice.

                                            >She then starts to giggle as she lowers her phone.

                                            >”Oh no! There is something you have that you can give me.”

                                            >Her voice trails into a lower tone as she said that.

                                            >You tilt your head, wondering what you could have that she wants.

                                            >She then points to your waist.

                                            >”I want you to take your penis back out.”

                                            “I’m sorry; what?”

                                            >You sit up and clamp your legs together.

                                            >Cozy takes a step closer to you.

                                            >Her demeanor getting a little more hostile.

                                            >”I said I want you to whip your dick out!”

                                            >She commands with more authority and bass in her voice.

                                            “No!”

                                            >You shout out.

                                            >Cozy then raises her eyes in a condescending manner.

                                            >She then lifts her phone back up to her face and begins to tap on it.

                                            >”I guess my mom and dad aught to know what kind of perv just flashes a kid in her own home then.”

                                            >She says, once again in her cutesy voice.

                                            “Wait!”

                                            >You shout out.

                                            >The last thing you want is for this to get out.

                                            >Not just that you were caught masturbating.

                                            >Everyone gets caught at least once in their lives.

                                            >That’s a part of growing up.

                                            >It’s more that you were reckless and you were doing it in front of a child.

                                            >Unknowingly, mind you.

                                            >But who atually cares about semantics when it involves a minor?

                                            >That is something that never goes away.

                                            >You glare at Cozy as she just stands there with her eyes solely on you.

                                            >Phone in one hand.

                                            >Her other hand clenched with one finger pointing at her phone as if one touch could end everything for you.

                                            >She is in control now.

                                            “Why do you want me to take out my dick so bad?”

                                            >You ask while standing up.

                                            >You begin to undo your pants and let them fall to the floor.

                                            >Cozy then lowers her phone as she watches you slowly do her bidding.

                                            >You hesitate for a moment before finally grabbing the elastic band and lowering your boxers and letting them fall to the floor as well.

                                            >Another smile creeps on her face as she looks you in the eye and nods once.

                                            >You’re pretty sure that was a nonverbal command for you to sit back down so you do.

                                            >”I need to practice.”

                                            >She says simply and you are taken aback.

                                            “What the fuck does that mean?”

                                            >You try to inquire further.

                                            >She then takes another step closer to you.

                                            >”I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.” she begins. “What my shitty psychotic parents don’t know about my second place finish at the last ‘Little Miss Equestria’ pageant is that I didn’t lose because the other girl was prettier or more adorable than me.”

                                            >She strikes a pose while flashing her signature cute and adorable smile that was well represented in all of her photos.

                                            >Batting her eyes again.

                                            >Then her face once again goes from cute to menacing in an instant.

                                            >”NOBODY is cuter or more adorable than me!”

                                            >She yells as she stops in front of you.

                                            >”But, apparently there are ‘other’ ways to win a beauty contest.”

                                            >Cozy then gets down on her knees and she reaches for your now flaccid cock.

                                            >”You see, the girl who beat me didn’t out-cute me or even have any useful talents that were better than mine.”

                                            >She continues on as she now wraps one of her small hands around your shaft.

                                            >”Except one.”

                                            >She says while she looks at your dick in her hand with disdain.

                                            >Her grip then starts to tighten around you and you start to shift in your seat in discomfort.

                                            “Hey, don’t--”

                                            >”Shut up!”

                                            >She cuts you off with a shout and looks up to you.

                                            >Her devilish auburn eyes twinkling from the warm illuminated portrait on the TV leaves a hole in your soul.

                                            >You oblige.

                                            >”You see, just before the contest I had to use the little girls room before the contest began.”

                                            >Her grip loosens up a little and she begins to drag her hand along your shaft.

                                            >Her gaze now on your junk.

                                            >”I was in a hurry and when I took a wrong turn and walked into the wrong room, I snuck in on future ‘Little Miss Equestria’ sucking off some gross old guy.”

                                            >Her voice is starting to get more aggresive and she starts to growl while she starts to jerk you off faster.

                                            >”That little slut rigged the contest by sucking off the judge and maybe more to win!”

                                            >Seriously?

                                            >”Children’s beauty pageants are cutthroat and run by horrible grown ups. From the Judges to the parents that force us into this.”

                                            >She starts to pick up the pace.

                                            >”But that’s just how it is. It’s all run by filthy pedophiles who take advantage of cute little girls like me and the parents are fine with the exploitation if it means they win the money and notoriety.”

                                            >She looks up at you.

                                            >”And there is a lot of money in it and I’m going to the top no matter what it takes.”

                                            >She hisses.

                                            >You can see a fire in her auburn eyes.

                                            >Or more accurately, malice.

                                            >A malice that would rival even the most heartless of criminals.

                                            >You’re not sure if you should be turned on by her rubbing you off or if you’re scared that she could probably easily rip your dick off.

                                            >”So now I’m going to have to learn to suck dick better than any of those other little shits.”

                                            >She says as she looks back down at your now hard dick.

                                            >”And I want to know my way around one before I have to do it for a contest.”

                                            >Again, she looks back up to you with her adorable cheery face.

                                            >”You should be lucky that a beauty queen wants to suck you off.”

                                            >She chirps as she now lowers her head down past your waist and is at the base of your dick.

                                            >You then feel her place the tip of her moist tongue at the base of your shaft and she starts to drag it up your underside.

                                            >Sending shivers along your spine.

                                            “D-do you even know what you’re doing?”

                                            >You ask.

                                            >Your voice quivers from the sensation.

                                            >Cozy then flicks the top of your head with the tip of her tongue like it were a lollipop.

                                            >”I watched a few videos for research.”

                                            >She all easily says.

                                            >”Now sit back, shut up and let me practice.”

                                            >She barks and lowers herself back down.

                                            >Only this time you feel something moist wrap around your head.

                                            >Then it descends down a bit further.

                                            >You feel your tip hit the back of her mouth and she quickly descends back up.

                                            >”Gurgh ack!”

                                            >She starts to cough violently from trying to take all of you in.

                                            “Heh, gag reflex much?”

                                            >You tease her.

                                            >She shoots another ice cold glare at you and you keep your mouth shut.

                                            >She takes a deep breath and once again goes back down and slowly takes you back in her mouth.

                                            >All she really does is suck on your head.

                                            >Keeping her hand in front of her mouth so she wont go too deep.

                                            >After a few moments, she tries to go deep again.

                                            >”Grrg!”

                                            >She gags once again when your head hits the back of her mouth.

                                            >But she keeps herself composed and slowly backs up but keeps you in her mouth.

                                            >Damn she’s determined.

                                            >She continues to suckle on your head when she can’t go deeper.

                                            >There really isn’t much to her blowjob skills.

                                            >This is her first time after all.

                                            >And you can tell.

                                            “Gonna need to do better than this if you want to win.”

                                            >You tell her and smirk.

                                            >She looks up to you and locks eyes.

                                            >While looking at you directly in the eyes, you feel her teeth clench on your shaft tightly.

                                            >Biting your dick.

                                            “Gah!”

                                            >You yelp

                                            >She pulls back up.

                                            >”Say something like that again and I’ll bite it off.”

                                            >She spits at you and once again goes back down.

                                            >Only now instead of taking you in her mouth she tilts her head to the side and wraps her lips around the side of your shaft.

                                            >Where she bit you.

                                            >She lightly suckles on your bite wound and kisses it.

                                            >All better!”

                                            >She chirps before taking you back in her mouth.

                                            >Still only able to just suck on your head.

                                            “You should use your tongue more.”

                                            >You try to instruct her.

                                            >Speaking from experience when your girlfriend blows you.

                                            >You just hope she’ll not take it as an insult.

                                            >She grunts but she actually listens to your advice as you feel her tongue begin to lap itself around your head.

                                            >Once again she tries to take more of you in her mouth.

                                            >She can’t get far, since, you know, small mouth.

                                            >But now she’s not reacting or gagging to you hitting the back of her mouth now.

                                            >A quick turnaround.

                                            >She finds a rhythm to go at and she keeps to it.

                                            >’slurp slurp mmm’

                                            >The noises and moans coming from her is what’s really arousing you.

                                            >You take a deep breath and lean back in your seat.

                                            >You then instinctively try to grab her head to dictate the pace you wanted when she slaps your hand away and pulls out.

                                            >”Do NOT touch my hair!”

                                            >You quickly pull back.

                                            “Okay.”

                                            >Note taken.

                                            >”Oh, and you better warn me when you’re about to finish.”

                                            >She tells you as she goes back to practice.

                                            >Her pace now quickens.

                                            >Every few laps she rolls her tongue around your tip.

                                            >Little bitch learns fast.

                                            >After a few minutes you can tell shes getting tired as you can now feel her teeth drag along your shaft.

                                            >Making it a little uncomfortable but not unbearable.

                                            >Cozy was getting more sloppy but you were getting close.

                                            >You start to moan as you inched closer to sweet sweet release.

                                            “Ah! Nng!”

                                            >You pull your waist back and tap her on the shoulder to let her know.

                                            >She pulls out but not fast enough.

                                            >Ropes of your batter sputtered out and drapped all over her tiny cute face.

                                            >She remained in place.

                                            >A quick look of shock as your cum dripped all along her radiant cheeks and hanging off her eyelashes.

                                            >”Arrgh!”

                                            >She yells as she touches your sperm that was all over her.

                                            >”You better not have gotten it in my hair!”

                                            >She screams as she gets up from her spot and runs off.

                                            >Presumably to wash her face.

                                            >You breathe a sigh of relief.

                                            >While it was awkward as hell, you did get off.

                                            >A good trade off for having to deal with her.

                                            >Now that it was over, you were sure to doze off and get some sleep.

                                            >After a few minutes of blissful silence, you hear Cozy Glow marching back into the living room.

                                            >Her face now freshly washed clean.

                                            >She had her arms crossed with a pouty look on her face.

                                            “What?”

                                            >You ask.

                                            >”You didn’t warn me in time and got your disgusting cum all over my face!”

                                            >You just shrug.

                                            “You did such a good job”

                                            >You say try to stroke her ego.

                                            >It really wasn’t bad for her first time, though.

                                            >”Of COURSE I did a good job!”

                                            >She gets in your face.

                                            >Damn she needs to calm down.

                                            >”But now your cum ruined my facial cream treatment!”

                                            >She claps her hands onto her cheeks and presses them together.

                                            >You roll your eyes and smile.

                                            “Oh boo hoo, it got ruined for one night. You’ll be fine”

                                            >You mock her while chuckling.

                                            >”Because of that, now you owe me another favor so I don’t tell on you.”

                                            >She waves her phone at you.

                                            >”Especially if you don’t want them to know what I just did to you.”

                                            >You sit up form your seat.

                                            “You WANTED to do that!” you raise your voice to her

                                            >She begins to cower and her eyes begin to water.

                                            >”And, and then he FORCED me to suck his pee-pee or else he wouldn’t give back my phone that I used to catch him doing naughty things!”

                                            >She starts to cry.

                                            >You took the hint.

                                            >Who was going to believe you over her?

                                            >Especially when she still has the video of you jerking off.

                                            >You clench your fists as you start to feel your blood boil.

                                            “Fine.”

                                            >You growl at her.

                                            >Instantaneously she stops crying and stands straight back up.

                                            >”Good.” She chirps. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll enjoy my next favor”

                                            >She happily says as she moves closer to the couch.

                                            >You watch as she climbs onto the opposite end of the couch.

                                            >Resting herself along the armrest of the couch.

                                            >She then lifts up her nightgown to reveal she was not wearing any underwear.

                                            >She raises her right leg and drapes it over the back rest of the couch while letting her left leg dangle along the side.

                                            >Finally she uses the index and middle fingers of her left hand to spread the lips of her smooth hairless mound open.

                                            >Presenting it to you.

                                            >”I want you to do to me what I did to you.”

                                            >She says with a wicked smile.

                                            >You stare deep into Cozy’s tiny little cunny.

                                            >A brighter shade of pink than her skin.

                                            >Glistening in the warm TV light.

                                            >You then look back up at Cozy.

                                            >Her smile still present.

                                            “You serious?”

                                            >You ask.

                                            >”I wouldn’t be like this if I wasn’t.” She snaps. “Now get down there and lick me or else.”

                                            >She barks.

                                            >You think to yourself.

                                            >Why is she like this?

                                            >How does she know this much about sex?

                                            >Are young kids these days really that sexually active?

                                            >Or were you just that oblivious when you were her age?

                                            >You’d understand if she were in middle school or something.

                                            >Hell of a time to be lost in thought.

                                            >You can now see she’s starting to get impatient.

                                            >Well.

                                            >Like everything else that’s happened tonight.

                                            >No choice.

                                            >You slide from the couch onto your knees and slowly maneuver closer to Cozy Glow.

                                            >You keep your eyes locked with Cozy’s as you lower your head.

                                            >You break eye contact and are now face to face with her opening.

                                            >Her scent was different than your girlfriend’s.

                                            >Also there was a hint of a smooth vanilla scent.

                                            >Could be from whatever she uses to wash herself.

                                            >You close your eyes and stick your tongue out.

                                            >And place it at the bottom of her slit and slowly drag it to the top.

                                            >She tastes vastly different as well.

                                            >You do this a few times and you feel her shiver in her place.

                                            >”This isn’t so bad; is it?”

                                            >Cozy coos.

                                            >You don’t respond and continue to lick her.

                                            >Once again, this isn’t the first pussy you’ve licked.

                                            >But you have to admit Cozy’s little pussy is a bit nicer.

                                            >For one, there aren’t any stray hairs to catch on your tongue.

                                            >Or any hair at all for the matter.

                                            >Smooth as if it were freshly shaven just seconds ago.

                                            >Also the surface area was much smaller since, again, young girl.

                                            >You flatten your tongue and dig it into her and begin to wiggle it along her sex.

                                            >The faster you get her to climax, if she even can, the batter.

                                            >She is getting wet, so that’s a sign.

                                            >You suckle on her opening and she starts to gasp at your moves.

                                            >”Yeah, y-you like licking my cunny, don’t you?”

                                            >She whispers.

                                            >Patting you on the top of your head.

                                            >“You like sucking on a little girls pussy.”

                                            >She lightly giggles with little moans in between.

                                            >Her voice starting to whimper.

                                            >”Do I taste good?”

                                            >She asks.

                                            >You don’t answer and just continue lapping your tongue around her tiny folds.

                                            >Occasionally digging in and actually having another tongue full of her juices.

                                            >”All those disgusting old men are always asking me if I taste good while grabbing my butt.”

                                            >She continues.

                                            >“At first I didn’t know what they were talking about and would just say ‘I’m sweet! Of course I taste good!’ while I distance myself from them and that would send them all in a tizzy.”

                                            >You bring your hands up to Cozy and you spread her folds wide open.

                                            >You start to scan for your target.

                                            >Her little bean.

                                            >You can’t seem to see it with how small she was and how little light there was so you just continue to attack the top of her mound until your tongue felt it.

                                            >She starts to squeak so you know you’re doing something right.

                                            >Also she’s getting wetter and wetter by the second.

                                            >She was definitely enjoying this.

                                            >Your face is getting drenched.

                                            >Finally, your tongue found something.

                                            >When it rolled past it Cozy jumped in place.

                                            >”Ah!”

                                            >Bingo.

                                            >Target acquired.

                                            >You now wrap your lips around the area and start to suckle.

                                            >Your tongue joining in and flicking the small area.

                                            >This drove Cozy Glow crazy.

                                            >”Golly!”

                                            >She shouted.

                                            >Her whole body was shaking.

                                            >”Y-you know wh-what you’re d-doing!”

                                            >Her voice and composure are falling apart.

                                            >”Y-you r-really are a… SICK pedophile!”

                                            >She spouts at you once again.

                                            >This sent you over an edge.

                                            >You stand up from your knees in your spot with your hands still on her tiny thighs.

                                            “You need to fucking stop calling me that!”

                                            >You say in a hushed tone.

                                            >She snaps back from temporary euphoria and looks at you.

                                            >Her eyes are ready to pop out of their sockets while staring daggers into you.

                                            >”What the fuck!? I didn’t say stop!”

                                            >She shouts while wiggling her hips.

                                            “You need to fucking stop calling me a pedo.”

                                            >You tell her again.

                                            >Cozy then gives you that familiar sadistic smile.

                                            >”Why? The more I say it, the more it’s true?”

                                            “You’re blackmailing me to do this shit!”

                                            >You raise your voice.

                                            >”You don’t seem to be fighting it now though.” She then looks down at your waist. “Your dick is even hard again.”

                                            >Her smile widens as she scoots her waist closer to you.

                                            >”You wanna fuck my widdle cunny?”

                                            >She once again teases you with her high and cheery voice.

                                            >She positions her opening right on your tip and begins to wiggle her waist.

                                            >You can feel the heat and moisture emitting from her wanting pussy.

                                            >You tighten your grip around her thighs and pull her up and you rub her opening with your tip.

                                            >She was so light it took no effort to pull her.

                                            “You want that, don’t you?”

                                            >You grumble at her.

                                            >”Whether I want it or not.”

                                            >Cozy hisses and lifts her head up as close to you as she can.

                                            >”You don’t have the balls to do it.”

                                            >Her pupils begin to dilate.

                                            >”You.”

                                            >”Filthy.”

                                            >”Pedophile.”

                                            >She whispers the last word to you.

                                            >While keeping eye contact with her, you move your hips and push your tip lightly into her opening.

                                            >”W-wait.”

                                            >The realization now starting to sink in.

                                            >Her face no longer smiling.

                                            >Then you start to easily slide into her.

                                            >Thankfully you got her pretty wet.

                                            >There was a small barrier as soon as you went in.

                                            >But you knew what that was.

                                            >”Hey.”

                                            >Her voice is now shaking.

                                            >Now it’s your turn to smile.

                                            >You lower yourself and you press further.

                                            >Breaking through the barrier.

                                            >And claiming her virginity.

                                            >”Ahh!”

                                            >She screams.

                                            >Her body is shaking.

                                            >Her face now a mixture of anger and panic.

                                            >Now it’s starting to sink in to you.

                                            >You just stuck your dick in Cozy Glow.

                                            >You just stuck your dick in a minor.

                                            >Most importantly.

                                            >You just stuck your dick in crazy.

                                            >And not the good kind of crazy, like your girlfriend.

                                            >Unsure where to go from here you just let your instincts take over and they attempt to go deeper in Cozy.

                                            >You get maybe an inch deeper before you hit another barrier and this causes Cozy to yelp out loud again.

                                            >”Ahh!”

                                            >You pull back a little and look down to see traces of blood.

                                            >Signifying Cozy Glow’s lost virginity.

                                            >You look up just in time for Cozy to slap you across the face.

                                            >”I needed to save that!”

                                            >She shouted at you.

                                            >”What if I needed to give it to some gross guy to win a big pageant!?”

                                            >After all that, she was only mad that you took her virginity becuause she wasn’t able to use it against someone to gain ahead.

                                            >With that, you pressed her legs up to her chest and you went back into her.

                                            “You little shit.”

                                            >You spat at her.

                                            >You pushed slowly and still could only get maybe a quarter in before you couldn’t go further.

                                            >Cozy finally clenched her eyes at you hitting her insides again.

                                            >Now that you know her limits, you start a rhythm of rocking into her gently.

                                            >Despite her being a little bitch, she was still little.

                                            >So you didn’t want to hurt her too bad.

                                            >Every time you go in, she begins to growl.

                                            >After a few more pumps into her, her growls start to turn into small moans.

                                            >But not moans of pleasure.

                                            >More like annoyed groans.

                                            >She finally opened her eyes to glare at you.

                                            >”Finally got you to show your true colors!”

                                            >She sasses you while getting fucked.

                                            >You lower your face closer to hers.

                                            “You really do bring out the worst in people.”

                                            >You whisper into her ear.

                                            >You then start to go a little bit rougher.

                                            >Then you raise your head from her side while sliding both your hands up her nightgown and reach for her tiny budding breasts.

                                            >Her skin was so silky smooth.

                                            >There were no traces of fat anywhere along her stomach up to her flat chest.

                                            >Which were just her nipples sticking up.

                                            >You rest both your hands around her tiny breasts and use your thumbs to flick her hardened nipples.

                                            >She lets out a few little squeaks at you playing with her.

                                            >Cozy responds by wrapping her arms around your neck.

                                            >Keeping you close.

                                            >”I… HATE my parents!”

                                            >She  confesses while screeching into your ears.

                                            >”They...ah. Don’t… CARE! Ah! About me!”

                                            >She’s continuing to shout.

                                            >Her fingernails are now starting to dig into your shirt.

                                            >Ripping it.

                                            >”They. Only. uh. Care… about. Ooh. the money. Ah! I make!”

                                            >Her voice breaks down from an angry hiss to a bumbling mess with each thrust you make into her.

                                            >So you start to get a little rougher.

                                            >”MY Money!”

                                            >She is now starting to match your rhythm.

                                            >Cozy then wraps her legs around your waist.

                                            >”I-I’ll show. Them!” She says as she raises her head closer to yours that your noses were touching “I’ll show. YOU!”

                                            >With that last word she lets you go and falls back.

                                            >Her face softens up from the angry she-demon to someone who is starving for love.

                                            >Face flushed red with lust as you continue to pound her tiny underdeveloped womb.

                                            >You’re starting to pant.

                                            >You were drilling into pretty hard by now that the couch was starting to slide with each thrust into her.

                                            >She wasn’t in pain anymore.

                                            >But you were getting close so you don’t let up.

                                            >You even pull up her gown so you can lower yourself and give her tiny nipples a suck.

                                            >A few little suckles on the right.

                                            >You then move on to the left.

                                            >All the while still not letting up on your hip assault on her.

                                            >”Uh! Uh! Oh!”

                                            >She’s moaning in pleasure now.

                                            >She lost strength in her legs and they are no longer wrapped around you so they just dangle on your waist with each thrust.

                                            >After about a minute you start to audibly grunt.

                                            >And finally.

                                            “!!”

                                            >You release for the second time tonight.

                                            >Your dick pulsates like crazy inside Cozy Glow as you feel the remnants of your jizz flow inside her.

                                            >You pull your head and sit up and let it all out.

                                            >A long satisfying groan stretches itself out of your mouth while you do.

                                            >Until your dick calms down.

                                            >You take a deep breath and pull out of Cozy Glow and sit back on the couch.

                                            >Wiping the sweat from your forehead that accumulated from the activity.

                                            >You then look over to Cozy Glow.

                                            >Who was simply laying there, motionless.

                                            >Her face blank of any expression.

                                            >You look down to her waist and see some of your cum drip out of her slit.

                                            >Then the post sex wave hit you.

                                            “Fuck!”

                                            >You shout out loud.

                                            >You then stand up.

                                            >Realizing the gravity of the situation.

                                            >You just fucked a kid.

                                            >Not only that.

                                            >You CAME in a kid.

                                            >Will she get pregnant?

                                            >Can she even get pregnant at this age?

                                            >You start to shake Cozy Glow.

                                            “Hey!”

                                            >You try to wake her.

                                            >She doesn’t respond.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >Fuck fuck fuck.

                                            >What do you do?

                                            >What CAN you do?

                                            >Shit’s fucked.

                                            >You scoop Cozy up and princess carry her back into her room.

                                            >You run to the bathroom to grab some toilet paper and wipe your jizz from her mound and cover her up with her blankets.

                                            >Afterwards you return to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

                                            >You then return to lay down on the couch to hopefully try to get some sleep.

                                            >Which you won’t get.

                                            >As time passes you start to see light coming from the covered windows.

                                            >Every part of your body is tense.

                                            >Your mind going in every direction a million miles a second.

                                            >Finally.

                                            >You hear the lock to the front door click.

                                            >You sit up immediately.

                                            >The door opens and you jump from your seat to greet Cozy’s parents.

                                            >You say your pleasantries.

                                            >They ask if Cozy behaved.

                                            >You quickly told them she was fine.

                                            >They were glad to hear it.

                                            >They give you a $100 bill for the night and tell you your parents are waiting in the car outside.

                                            >You thank them and quickly run out the house and into your parents’ car.

                                            >They ask how it went and you said good enough.

                                            >You try to keep to yourself for the rest of the day.


                                            >The first few days after that night were the most tense, most stressful days you’ve ever lived.

                                            >Every time the phone rang sent you into a mild panic attack.

                                            >Any time any one called you, you thought it was going to be about Cozy Glow.

                                            >But it never came.

                                            >As the days pass, you started to relax.

                                            >You went on to school.

                                            >Did your school work.

                                            >Hung out with friends.

                                            >Hung out with your girlfriend.

                                            >You even fucked your girlfriend.

                                            >Things started to normalize.

                                            >And you started to enjoy life again.

                                            >Weeks later.

                                            >One day your parents called you into the kitchen.

                                            >You casually walk in to see both of them sitting at the kitchen table.

                                            “What’s up?”

                                            >You ask.

                                            >Both Parents look at you and then to each other.

                                            >Then back to you.

                                            >”So, about that time you babysat Cozy Glow.”

                                            >Your dad speaks up.

                                            >Time stopped.

                                            >Everything went numb.

                                            >”What exactly did you do?”

                                            >Your mom now asks

                                            >You can start to feel sweat begin to pour out of every pour on your body.

                                            >Your eyes dart from your mom to your dad because you can’t move your head.

                                            >Finally after what felt like an eternity, you finally managed to open your mouth.

                                            “Wh-what.” You pause “What d-do you mean?”

                                            >Your quivering unstable voice front and center.

                                            >Giving away any and all guilt you had.

                                            >Your parents both looked confused at your reaction.

                                            >”You okay, Anon?”

                                            >Your mom asks.

                                            >”Yeah, we’re only asking what your secret is.”

                                            >Dad adds.

                                            >There was feeling all of a sudden.

                                            >”Because Cozy’s parents just called.”

                                            >She then holds up her cell phone.

                                            >”Cozy Glow is now demanding that she wants you as her babysitter.”

                                            >You were confused.

                                            “Wha?”

                                            >Was all you could muster with your newfound bodily functions.

                                            >Your dad begins to laugh.

                                            >”I know! I thought it was strange too.”

                                            >Your father happily claims.

                                            >”But they said that Cozy said you were fun to have around and that she trusts you.”

                                            >You then scratch your head.

                                            >Not sure what to say.

                                            >You were just overjoyed that this wasn’t going to bite you in the ass.

                                            >”It’s funny because Cozy’s parents started to complain to us that night that she was getting difficult to handle, even the babysitters she’s had before started to have trouble with her.”

                                            >You chuckled at that.

                                            “Yeah, she can be a bit of a hot head and a big mouth.”

                                            >You quip.

                                            >”So, what do you say?”

                                            >Your dad asks.

                                            >”Can you watch Cozy Glow for them again this Friday night?”

                                            >Although…

                                            >She may now be using you.

                                            >And now that you were this far into it, one wrong move and it can all come crashing down.

                                            >”Cozy’s parents will double the pay you got last time.”

                                            >The money does help a bit though…


                                            -END(?)