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This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own The Professional or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Codes: Fantasy, Mf, anal



Professional: The Young Home For Wayward Girls Part 01 - Mathilda
by Muhabba

Opening his front door, Mr. Young held his arms open wide to the nervous, beautiful, young girl. "Ta daa! Welcome to your new home, Mathilda."

The small, skinny girl looked around the modestly sized... House?... Cottage? It certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. She stepped back onto the dirty sidewalk to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. On the outside it looked like an abandoned old building but when she stepped back through the doorway the inside was a cottage exactly like she had always seen in picture books. The living room and kitchen were one large space with a dining room table separating them on hardwood floors. The kitchen looked like it could hold at least two people cooking and the table looked large enough to hold six. The living room had a large sofa, a recliner, and a rocking chair to sit in and a sturdy looking coffee table. It had a large bookcase, an entertainment center and even a fireplace.

Stepping the rest of the way in, Mathilda jumped a little bit when Mr. Young closed the door and then strolled past her. He had her suitcase and duffle bag slung over his shoulder, everything she owned in the world except for the plant she was carrying, and set them down next to the sofa. "So what do you think?" he asked expectantly while smiling warmly.

Staring around in wonder Mathilda's dark brown eyes finally landed on Mr. Young. He was maybe 5ft 8, not exactly muscular but not fat, with plain brown hair cut simply and he couldn't stand out less from a crowd if he tried. "You turned an apartment building into cottage?" she asked skeptically.

Mr. Young looked at his new charge in confusion for a moment before smiling again and chuckling. "An apartment building? No, no, that was just the front door. This really is a cottage, take a look outside," he said gesturing to the window above the kitchen sink. He watched Mathilda walk over to the sink, her dark hair cut into a bob, her eyes wide in fascination, wearing a simple, white tank-top and short shorts covering her teenage body.

"Oh fuck..." Mathilda blurted out as she looked out the window then ran to the two windows in the living room and then ran to the large picture window next to the fireplace. "Is that...?"

"That's Perdidit Glen'," Mr. Young said, "It's where we live. Where the cottage is."

Mathilda stared at Mr. Young in disbelief. "But we were..." she started before running to the door and throwing it open. Instead of a dirty city street the outside was now a wide open area filled with thick green grass, a bubbling stream that spilled into a brook just possibly big enough to swim in and above that was a blue sky broken by mountains off in the distance.

"How... how are you... What the fuck?" Mathilda stammered.

Mr. Young walked up behind the young girl and patted her affectionately on her head before resting his hand on her shoulder. "The front door leads out to many different places but it always leads back here. It helps me in my work."

"Your work? Helping girls like me?" Mathilda asked in a reverent whisper.

"Not quite like you," Mr. Young said. "But, yep. It helps me find troubled girls or let's them find their way here."

"Why not like me?" Mathilda asked nervously.

Mr. Young smiled down warmly at his new charge. "The girls will come and go as they need to but you live here now, it's your home and I'm your guardian. I've even got that funny paper work you people are so fond of that says so. You'll live here with me, assist me helping the girls and if you want, sharing my bed."

Mathilda looked up at Mr. Young and tried not to let the fear she was feeling show. "Your... your bed?"

Mr. Young chuckled warmly. "Don't worry, darling. Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen. Now go throw your stuff in the large bedroom and I'll get us a late supper going," he said as he gave Mathilda a loving swat in her cute, little rear-end and she ran to put her stuff up.

It had already been late when they had arrived home so their supper was a simple sandwich, soup, and a salad which Mathilda devoured in short form. With her plate and bowls empty she looked up and smiled sheepishly when she saw that Mr. Young was barely half-way through his meal. "Sorry," she blushed.

"Not a problem," Mr. Young chuckled. "It's probably been a while since you've had a home... well, not cooked in this case but a home fixed meal at any rate."

"Yeah," Mathilda agreed with a blush.

"Why don't you get yourself cleaned up for bed and I'll get all this put away," Mr. Young said as he began picking up.

"OK," Mathilda said happily as she rushed off to the shower. She was halfway undressed in the restroom before she started to think of everything that "bed" could mean. She slowly finished removing her clothes and started the shower noticing that like most of the house it was a functioning antique with two chains to control the water temperature rather than knobs. She got in and began washing her dark hair and then her slender body and found it strange that the sudsy soap really didn't smell like anything at all. "Maybe, like, distant flowers," she thought.

As she slowly lathered her young, teenage body, Mathilda ran through a quick pro and con list in her mind and quickly decided that anything was better than the Foster system she had just come from. After her friend Leon's death she had bounced from house to house and family to family and while most we're at least OK she had met more than a few perverts. Mr. Young didn't seem like that really. She knew he was probably going to want sex with her but for some reason she believed him when he said that nothing was going to happen that she didn't want to so the question was, did she want to?

Mathilda finished washing and rinsed off, staying underneath the warm water as she thought her situation through. Would Mr. Young send her back if she didn't have sex with him? She was pretty sure that her wouldn't force himself on her but she couldn't say why she was certain, she just felt safe with him and his house. Oh, his house! It was... it was magic! There was no other way she could explain it. Deciding that even if he wanted to have sex with her it would be worth it just to be safe in his magic house and her decision was made.

As she ran her hands up her slick sides to her small chest, Mathilda tried to think of the sexiest things she could. Most of her fantasies involved super-model looking men taking her to romantic restaurants or holding hands on the beach at sunset and she cooed to herself a little as she pinched her little pink nipples to hardness. Her small breasts heaved on her chest as she concentrated on her little girl fantasies of romance while she slid her hands down her wet body. Her hands flowed over her soft stomach with the water until they breached the juncture of her coltish legs. Her fantasies turned to concentrating on turning herself on as she started strumming her little clit with one hand and slowly trying to insert her middle finger into her tiny, hairless little pussy.

"Gah!" Mathilda grunted in frustration. It wasn't working! She was just to nervous. With nothing else to do, nothing to lose, and no where to go, she shut off the water. She dried herself off and dressed in a over sized T-shirt and panties before making her way to Mr. Young's bedroom.

Mr. Young wasn't in the dimly lit bedroom yet so Mathilda sat on the edge of his bed and waited patiently, alone with her thoughts. She didn't have to wait long and in her nervousness laughed when she saw the way he was dressed.

"What?" Mr. Young asked. "Men used to wear dressing gowns all the time," he said defensively before lighting a old fashioned oil lamp at the bedside table. He sat down next to Mathilda, as close as he could without actually touching her. "Now, you remember when I said nothing was going to happen that you didn't want?" he asked and she nodded yes without looking at him. "There's one stipulation 'tho."

"Here it comes," Mathilda thought.

"I want to kiss you, and after that, if you don't want to do anything else then you don't have to. I stop right then and there. Agreed?" Mr. Young asked.

"That's it?" Mathilda asked in disbelief. "You just want a kiss?"

Mr. Young's warm smile appeared on his face. "No, I want you. All of you. You're a beautiful girl, Mathilda, and I would be a lucky man indeed if you we're to share your body with me. I've never forced myself on a girl before in all of my long life and I won't start tonight but I would very much like a kiss."

Mathilda cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. "How old are you anyway?"

"Oh, well there's a quite long and boring story," he chuckled. "How old do you think I am?"

Mathilda chewed her bottom lip as she thought it.over. "Um, forty three?"

"Ha! A good answer. We'll go with forty three then," he laughed as he patted the top of Mathilda's damp head. "Yes, I think I'll like being forty three."

Mathilda cocked her eyebrow at Mr. Young. "That doesn't sound like much of an answer."

"I suppose we're both like that with answers," Mr. Young said with a twinkle in his eye. "Me about my age and you about our kiss."

Mathilda looked sheepishly at her knobby knees as she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess."

"You guess what, my dear," Mr. Young said with a patient voice.

Mathilda shrugged her boney shoulders again, "I guess a kiss wouldn't be so bad. I guess, if you want, we can kiss," she said meekly.

"Excellent!" Mr. Young said before bending down and giving Mathilda a quick peck on her cheek.

Mathilda looked up at Mr. Young in astonishment. "That's it?"

"Well, yes," Mr. Young said in confusion. "What were you thinking?"

Mathilda shrugged her shoulders again as she said, "I thought you meant, like, with lips and tongues and stuff."

Mr. Young looked as if he were thinking it over. "Hmmm, well, that does sound pleasant. Let's try your idea then," he said before bending down over the small girl.

Without even thinking about it, Mathilda leaned up, Mr. Young's strong hand cupping her face as their lips met. The kiss was soft and warm and she felt herself relaxing into it as he held her. His warm, wet tongue caressed her lips and she opened her mouth to let him in. The kiss turned slowly more passionate as his tongue explored her inviting mouth, her pink tongue peeking out to meet his with no hesitation.

Mr. Young broke the kiss and released Mathilda as he sat back up. "Oh my. Your way was indeed much better."

Mathilda blushed and looked at her feet as they dangled off the bed. "Thanks," she giggled meekly.

"Hmmm, I wonder..." Mr. Young began.

"Yes?" Mathilda asked expectantly as she looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Well, we had our kiss, and it was an excellent kiss, so I was wondering..." he began as he looked down at Mathilda and slid a hand through her damp hair, "I know we've already had the agreed upon kiss and I'd hate to seem forward or bold..."

"Yes?" Mathilda asked again, her feet swinging back and forth excitedly.

"Might we have another?"

"Yes please," Mathilda said hopefully as she bent her head up expectantly.

Once again Mr. Young cupped Mathilda's sweet face and bent down until his lips met her. Their tongues met tentatively and he waited for her to begin caressing his tongue with her's before placing his hand on her soft tummy. He left his hand there as they continued their kiss and then began moving it back and forth softly. When she didn't object he slid his hand slowly up, almost to her chest, resting there as they kissed deeply, When the young girl didn't move or shy away from him his hand crept slowly up to her small chest and he rested his palm on one of her tender tits and she finally broke the kiss.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Matilda asked worriedly.

Mr. Young once again smiled warmly down at the scared girl. "I would very much like for you to share your beautiful body with me, Mathilda, but I told you, I won't do anything you don't want me to do. You are free to stop me anytime you want," he said, never removing his hand from over her budding breast.

Mathilda thought it over for a moment, asking him to remove his hand never occurring to her. "And you'll stop?"

"Of course," Mr. Young reassured her, "Anytime you want. Do you want me to continue? I promise I won't do anything you won't enjoy."

Mathilda chewed her lip thoughtfully before nodding her head and leaning up to kiss Mr. Young again. She'd already decided to do whatever was necessary to stay in this wonderful house and everything he had done she really had enjoyed so far. He bent down and she opened her mouth poking out her tongue to meet his.

Mr. Young slid his thumb over Mathilda's hard nipple through her T-shirt. The little girl moaned with pleasure into his mouth as he slid his hand back down and slipped it inside of her shirt. His hand flowed up her silky soft skin until her reached her tender tits again and softly caressed and stroked her sensitive flesh and toyed with her nipples until she was panting with need and desire, making him smile through their kiss.

"Let's get rid of this," Mr. Young said as he broke the kiss and grasped the hem of Mathilda's T-shirt. She nodded numbly and helped him remove her top, leaving they young girl in only her panties. "You have lovely breasts," he told her as he ruffled her hair playfully.

Mathilda rolled her eyes in condescension at Mr. Young. "They're too small," she said.

"Small, yes," Mr. Young said in all seriousness as he bent down, "But lovely nonetheless." He kissed one of Mathilda's small, firm breasts as he lovingly stroked the other bringing a surprised squeak to her lips. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, looking up at her from the odd angle.

"I... I don't know," Mathilda said, "It happened really quick."

"I'll just have to go slower," Mr. Young said before giving Mathilda's hard little nipple a long, drawn out lick that had her moaning in desire. Her nipples were a strange mix of light pink and brown, hard with desire and as her voice rose as he continued licking at her tender tit until it was covered in his saliva before switching to the other. He sucked the second nipple into his mouth and slowly lashed it with his tongue until the young girl was gasping in desire and need.

Mr. Young went to suck at Mathilda's other breast as his fingertips played with her now free nipple. She moaned louder and louder as she leaned back on the bed until she was laying flat, her delicate hands gripping his hair to hold him at her chest. He switched back to the second tit and began slowly tracing his fingers down off of her chest, lower onto her abdomen, down her soft, fluttering stomach to the top of her little panties.

Mr. Young didn't ask permission as he slid his middle finger down the outside of Mathilda's dampening panties, he could hear, see and smell how turned on she was, trusting him to take care of her needs. He traced his finger up and down the outside of her wet slit and she responded by raising her hips up to meet his exploring finger. He slid his digit up and down more firmly until she was gasping for air before sliding his finger up farther, dipping into her wet panties and sliding his finger delicately between her moist pussy-lips.

Mathilda's eyes were screwed tightly shut as she enjoyed everything Mr. Young was doing to her. She'd had men touch her where he was touching her, their mouths where his was, doing the things he was doing, but none of them felt like Mr. Young. She felt oddly ashamed of herself for not trusting him sooner, trusting him more. Of course all he wanted to do was take care of her, make her feel good, she was pretty sure that it was what he was made for. And he was sooo good at it she could tell that she was already about to have her first orgasm caused by somebody besides herself and she knew without a shadow of a doubt it would be better than anything she had accomplished on her own.

Swiftly but softly, Mr. Young slid down the bed, kneeling between Mathilda's outstretched, coltish legs and slightly startling her. "It's o.k., sweetie," he said warmly as he stared up her slender body while she peered down at him with wide, brown eyes, "Just trust me. If you've liked anything I've done so far then you're going to love this." After a few moments she nodded her head before laying it back down as he reached up and grasped her damp panties.

Mr. Young pulled Mathilda's panties down slowly, wanting to savor the sight as they slid down her slender hips and thighs to reveal her bald, sweet, wet pussy. Her hairless, dewy little slit looked delicious and his mouth watered as she held her skinny legs up so he could slide the last bit of material covering her body. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders as he bent down and leaned forward, holding her hips as he extended his tongue.

Sliding his tongue lightly over her wet slit, Mr. Young could feel her body shudder. He dipped his tongue just barely past her labia to just inside of her wet hole and heard her gasp as a shiver ran through her slender body. He circled her small, hard clit and heard her groan as her body began shaking. He slid his tongue down and dabbled it against her small, puckered little ass and heard her moan deep in her chest as her hips jerked up. And then he slid his tongue into her gushing cunt as far as he could and heard her yell out as she came, her young body thrashing around on the bed.

Nuzzling against the young girl's drooling cunt, Mr. Young lapped lightly at Mathilda's tangy juices as she came down from her sexual high, her back arched and her tiny breasts pushed out.

Mathilda's gripped the sheets as her body spammed and twitched and fireworks exploded behind her eyes. Her breath came in jagged gasps as she slowly started to relax, her slender body feeling like it was melting into the bed. She had never felt anything like what Mr. Young had done to her and as far as she was concerned it, like the house, was pure magic. Her wide eyes slowly began to refocus as she looked down her slender body to Mr. Young peering up at her from between her legs. "That... That was... That was amazing!" she said before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"That's because that's what happens when two people care about each other and want to make each other feel good," Mr. Young explained. "Would you like to try it on me?"

"And it will feel that good for you?" Mathilda asked with a bit of trepidation.

"Oh yes," Mr. Young reassured her from between her coltish legs, "If, and only if, you want too."

Mathilda thought it over for a moment before eagerly nodding her head. After everything he had done for her, and was doing to her, she wanted him to feel as good as she did. He stood up from between her legs, somehow completely naked even through she hadn't seen him take his dressing gown off and his erect penis seemed to point straight at her. The downside of living in the foster system since Leon died was that she had seen far more dicks than a girl her age should have but for the first time she was actually glad for the experience the Foster Care system had given her.

Reaching out without hesitation, Mathilda grabbed the base of Mr. Young's cock, squeezing it firmly in her dainty hand for a moment before slowly tugging on it. It was the first uncircumcised penis she had ever seen and she giggled as she thought that it looked like a snake coming out of it's hole to wink at her. Pulling the skin back until the tip was fully exposed, she bent forward and licked the sensitive tip, tasting the salty pre-cum already there. Taking the tip into her mouth, her lips stretched tight around his girth as she sucked him in, caressing his thick shaft with her warm, wet, pink tongue.

Mr. Young groaned in pleasure as Mathilda took his prick into her talented mouth. He stroked her hair lovingly, the thought to just grab the sides of her head a fucking her face never occurring to him. This was all about two people caring for each other and he wanted her to enjoy giving a blow-job just as much as he had enjoyed going down on her tender, teenage pussy. He groaned again as she began bobbing her head and felt a bit sad that she had been forced to become so experienced beyond her years.

Bracing her hands against Mr. Young's hips, Mathilda began bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard on his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled her head back. She licked the tip of him again, swirling her tongue around his sensitive head before sucking him back into her talented mouth. She looked up and felt a large swell of pride in her slender chest at the look of pure bliss on Mr. Young's face. To know that she was the reason he looked and felt like he did was doing things to her low in her abdomen, her stomach tightening and fluttering at the same time. She had never felt anything like it before in her young life. She had lost track of the number of times she been forced to do this since Leon had died but this was the first time she had enjoyed the act of it.

His hips rocking back and forth on their own, Mr. Young kept a light hold of Mathilda's head, helping her slide his aching cock in and out of her mouth. She could only fit the first few inches of him into her extremely talented mouth but he was so sure that it couldn't feel better if she had been able to swallow him whole. Besides, he was sure that as she got older she'd eventually be able to take him to the root. He smiled down at her, his balls practically boiling with the need to cum but he wasn't ready to finish just yet. He patted her affectionately on her head to get her attention and she looked up at him with her wide, dark eyes and he nearly came right there.

"Ma... Mathilda... I, I think we should... should take a break," Mr. Young panted.

"Why?" Mathilda asked with a knowing smirk as she took the much older man's prick out of her mouth and licked down the shaft slowly and then back up to the tip, "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

Mr. Young tried to fight off a fit of giggles. "You are a precious little skamp, aren't you?" he said warmly as he moved her away from his throbbing prick. "In point of fact, you are a particular delight but I was hoping to move things on a bit if it's all the same to you," he said with a grin.

Mathilda pretended to think over Mr. Young's offer before nodding her head enthusiastically and scooting up on the bed. There was no longer any nervousness inside of her. Mr. Young had more than proved that he would take care of her and as far as she was concerned she would never second think anything he wanted to do.

Scooting up on the bed towards the headboard while playfully chewing on her lip, Mathilda leaned back, her head on the board and her knees together as she watched Mr. Young crawl up on the bed. A coy smile played on her lips as he knelt on his feet and gripped her knobby knees in his hands and she kept eye contact with him. He applied a bit of pressure and she let him slowly part her knees and watched him as his eyes slid from her face, down her naked body, and do the pink, wet juncture of her slender thighs and she kept staring at his face the whole time. She could see the emotions crossing his face as he... appreciated, her naked body. Appreciated her like no one had ever done before. No man, no adult, nobody at all. He stared at her like she was some sort of wonderful prize and her whole body tingled at the look on his face.

Bending down, Mr. Young kissed Mathilda passionately before straightening back up. "You are such a wonder to behold," he whispered breathlessly as he lowered himself down. Due to their size difference, the young girl wasn't able to wrap her slender legs around his waist and they just stuck out in the air around the sides of his hips as he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her wet, little, hairless pussy. He slid just the tip of his soft cock-head inside of her and she grunted a little, mostly out of fear that he knew was well earned in her lifetime so he stopped there.

Unable to wrap her legs around Mr. Young, Mathilda instead wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him down and into her. "It's okay, I want you to do this," she pleaded.

Giving Mathilda a quick kiss on the top of her head, Mr. Young peered down into her wide eyes and smiled. "You are such a loving child," he said sweetly, "But you're still a growing girl and I'm a full grown man so if it's all the same to you, I figured I'd go slow and give you time to get used to me. I don't want to hurt you, sweetie."

Mathilda smiled wider and a single tear of joy trailed down her face at Mr. Young. She had given him her body and most men would have taken that whether she wanted them to or not but Mr. Young was still taking care of her. So careful not to hurt her. "I love you," she blurted out without thinking about it.

"I love you too," Mr. Young responded, his own eyes misting over. Pushing himself inside of Mathilda's tight, little body, he made sure not to hurt her, giving her small pussy time to slowly part around him, her hot, velvet walls squeezing down on him like a wet vice. She moaned and writhed underneath him as he slowly filled her, groaning and sweating with the pressure of his cock. She kept a firm hold of his neck, her fingers digging into his flesh as he continued sliding into her and he used them to gauge her response, the tighter she gripped the slower he went until, finally, after twenty minutes he was buried inside of her completely, his bloated balls resting on her pale, compacted ass.

Sweat dripped down from Mr. Young's fore head as he panted above the young girl, their eyes locked together. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked the small girl.

Mathilda tried to smile between gasps of breath as her fingers dug into his shoulder. "It... (pant) so... so... (pant) so good Mr... (pant) Mr. Young..." she gasped out, "So... so... good."

"I'm so, so happy," Mr. Young said through his wide smile. "I just want to make you feel so happy and so good," he said as he rolled his hips slightly, rubbing up against Mathilda's hard little clit.

"Ahhh!" Mathilda yelled out suddenly, her entire body seizing, her toes curling, her eyes rolling back in her head as her slender body arched and her tight, tiny little pussy clamped down while her warm, wet juices gushed out of her and soaked into the mattress.

Mr. Young watched as Mathilda, perhaps for the only the second time in her young life, a warm smile on his lips as he watched her writhing around beneath him, proud to have been the one to give her such pleasure.

Panting in pleasure as she came down from her sexual high, Mathilda felt like she was melting into the mattress. "That... that was... Awesome!" she gasped as she looked up in awe at Mr. Smith above her.

"I'm glad," he responded as he gave Mathilda a quick kiss on the top of her head. He slowly pulled his hard cock out of her drenched pussy with a wet slurping sound and then laid down next to her. She immediately curled up next to him and placed her head on his chest.

"Did you... y'know, cum?" she asked as she looked up at him.

"Not yet, sweetie," he said with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her small body, one hand on her bony hip and the other toying with her small breasts, "but we have all night long."

"But I wanna make you... You know..." Mathilda said, her slight chest still heaving as little drops of sweat trickled down her breasts.

"Cum?" Mr. Young said with a smile of approval. He pretended to think for a moment before giving her small breast a small squeeze. "Answer me this first. You feeling up for another go around?" he asked.

Mathilda took a deep breath before flexing her skinny arms trying to make her muscles bulge. "You betcha'," she said with a enthusiastic smile.

Mr. Young slid his hand down the young girl's side to her bony hip and then slapped her playfully on her little ass. "That's good," he said in a voice full of warmth, "Get on your hands and knees."

Mathilda eagerly complied, wiggling her tight, little ass at Mr. Young as he scooted behind her, smiling at him from over her slender shoulders. "I'm ready when you are," she said.

Groaning with age, Mr. Young got down behind Mathilda's upthrust rear-end and slid his hands over her soft, smooth skin. He parted her tight cheeks and licked his lips hungrily at her pink, puckered asshole. He slid his tongue across her tight hole causing her to squeal in surprise as he licked at her delicately. He circled his moist tongue around her tight ring of muscle, gently probing her hole with just the tip of himself.

Screwing her face up at the strange sensation of Mr. Young licking her butt, Mathilda tried to make herself relax. He was being gentle with her, even more gentle than before, and she found herself slowly responding. It felt strange, unlike anything she had ever felt before and she wasn't sure that she would ever get used to it, but for him she would try.

Rolling his tongue up into a tube, Mr. Young began probing deeper into Mathilda's ass using his tongue like a tiny cock to fuck her with. He raised one of his hands up, his fingertips darting around her still gooey pussy, gathering her slick juices. With every push of his tongue, as he pulled out, he used his finger to smear the young girl's warm juices around her asshole, getting her ready for him. As his tongue probed her deeper he began wiggling it around slightly, opening her up more and allowing his tongue to go even deeper inside of her hot, little body.

As his new, young charge began moaning out slightly Mr. Young smiled to himself at a job well done. Not everybody responded to anal as positively at Mathilda was doing and his cock throbbed at the idea of him slipping it inside of her. He coated his middle finger with her slick juices before sliding the tip of is finger under his tongue, slipping it into her up to just his first knuckle. Never stopping from using his tongue, he began pushing his finger in and out of her, finger-fucking the young girl, dipping his finger a little bit farther with every small thrust.

As Mr. Young started probing her ass, Mathilda's eyes shot open in surprise. She had never felt anything like this before, it was completely different than anything that had happened to her in the foster system. Her body started moving on it's own even before she realized what she was doing, arching her back, pushing her rear-end back, her small, dangling breasts too small and firm to move much as she began thrusting her body back. Suddenly she moaned out in pleasure as she realized that she liked what was happening to her, that she liked what Mr. Young was doing to her butt. "Oh yessss..." she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Smiling in pride, Mr. Young pulled his tongue out of Mathilda's tightly clutching ass and replaced it with a second finger. His fingers were pressed tightly together as he slid them in and out of the young girl's ass. He was now in to the second knuckle, thrusting in and out causing her to gasp with every thrust. As he slowly delved deeper inside of her he finally reached the last knuckle, burying his fingers inside of her completely. He began licking her pussy beneath his hand to give her time to get used to his fingers inside of her, his mouth watering at the taste of her tangy juices.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Mathilda started chanting as Mr. Young began licking her pussy again. His fingers were resting inside of her butt but she didn't want him to stop using them so she began rocking her body back and forth, fucking her out-thrust rear against his fingers as a small string of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth.

When Mr. Young realized that Mathilda was fucking herself with his fingers he knew that the time was perfect. He left his fingers inside of her ass as he straightened up while using his fingers to stretched her out slightly. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to the young girl's puckered hole just below his fingers and as he withdrew them he slid the tip of his cock in just past the tight ring of muscle.

Suddenly Mathilda's small body seized as she came unexpectedly, her small pussy gushing, coating Mr. Young's dangling balls. She gasped out as her tiny fists gripped the sheets and her toes curled as every muscle wound tight as a spring. Her arms and thighs twitched and jerked as she gasped out in pleasure, electricity coursing through her trembling body.

Mr. Young waited patiently as Mathilda rode out her orgasm with the tip of his prick inside of her ass. She was squeezing his cock-head almost to the point of pain and he could only imagine what it would have felt like with him buried completely inside of her. As her young, slim, teenage body began to relax she became listless, swaying from side to side as her arms began to buckle. He quickly grabbed her slender waist, lowering her down gently until her head and shoulders were on the pillow and her ass was high in the air.

Mathilda groaned out in contentment in front of him as Mr. Young pushed himself inside of her little body before sliding himself back out again. He pushed in slowly and as he felt the young girl begin to tighten up he pulled out again, working himself shallowly inside of her ripe body. It felt like hours working himself in and out of his young charge's ass, ignoring his pleasure at filling her to make sure she enjoyed every inch of what he was doing to her, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he would.

The young girl drooled into her pillow as Mr. Young slowly slid his cock in and out of her upthrust rear-end. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing ragged as her breathe escaped from past her gasping mouth. Her hands began clenching the sheets tighter and tighter as he slid himself in deeper and deeper, her tight hole slowly opening and parting around his shaft gripping him tighter than a fist. She moaned out in delicious, delirious pleasure and contentment as he fucked her teenage ass.

After finally getting the last inch of his prick inside of Mathilda, Mr. Young held himself still, gripping her slender thighs, holding her possessively against his hips. The young girl's moans and gasps of pleasure rang like music in his ears as he relished at the feel of her young ass clenching around him. He slid himself out barely an inch before sliding back in, fucking her slow and deep, sweat pouring off of their bodies. As he fucked her ass he began increasing the pace, building their pleasure up, his balls slapping wetly against her drooling cunt, her ass rippling with every thrust. His moans began to join her's, their cries of passion echoing off of the walls as their mutual desires began boiling in their bodies.

Suddenly Mr. Young came, slamming his cock deeply inside of Mathilda's twitching body, holding her to him as he filled her tight ass with his thick, hot cum, triggering her own orgasm. She came with such force that her entire body began thrashing below him as if she was in the throws of some sort of fit. His hands held her still, supporting her to keep her from falling off of the bed until her heated, sweat slick body began to calm. His softening cock slipped out of her with a wet, lewd pop as she relaxed flat on the mattress. He leaned down next to her, holding her tightly against his chest, his soft, sticky cock pressed against her taunt, sticky ass. He quickly fell asleep then, holding his new charge protectively and lovingly.

Mathilda listened as Mr. Young started to snore and giggled as his nose made a little squeaking noise while he breathed. She snuggled her cute, well-fucked, little butt up against him and let him hold her against him. She felt safe. Safe and content. Not just happy but complete contentment. As she pulled the covers up over them and closed her eyes she felt like she had found some place that she truly belonged.

To be continued...

    

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