(PS: As much as I did this, she is of legal age, check my narratives, her body was just small, and it's the imagination of my MC not me)
We moved through the jungle, the midday sun filtering through the thick canopy above. Mia walked beside me.
I slowed down slightly. She was breathing hard, probably not used to this environment, I wonder how she survived.
"So... David," Mia said quietly as we walked. "You hate him, don't you?"
I glanced at her. She knew that bastard's name. "I don't hate him. Why are you asking?"
She looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly. "He... he's cute."
My jaw tightened. "Do you even know my name?"
"Yes," she said softly, looking up at me with those huge eyes. "You're Jack." She paused. "Please... take it easy on him."
I didn't answer. We kept walking.
We walked in silence for another twenty minutes. Then the jungle opened up, revealing a small lake nestled between mossy rocks and hanging vines. The water was crystal clear, sparkling in the dappled sunlight.
Mia stopped, her eyes lighting up.
"Can we stop here?" she asked, her voice soft and hopeful. "Please?"
I looked at her. She was filthy—dirt smudged her pale cheeks, her hair was tangled, her clothes were stained with sweat and grime.
"We need to keep moving," I said.
She stepped closer, tilting her head all the way back to look up at me. Her eyes were wide and pleading, her small bottom lip pushed out slightly.
"Please?" she repeated. "I'm so dirty. I feel uncomfortable."
She bit her lip, waiting.
Fuck.
"Five minutes," I said. "That's it."
Her face broke into a bright smile—innocent and devastating.
"Thank you," she whispered.
She walked to the water's edge, her small hips swaying with each step. When she reached the shore, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me.
"You're not going to watch, are you?" she asked.
Her voice was shy.
"I've seen naked women before," I said, leaning against a tree and crossing my arms.
She hesitated, her small hands hovering at the hem of her tank top. Then she grabbed the fabric and pulled it over her head.
Slowly. Too slowly.
Her small breasts came into view—perfect little mounds, round and perky, topped with pale pink nipples. They were already hard, poking out like tiny pebbles. Her skin was smooth and flawless, almost porcelain in the dappled light.
She turned slightly, giving me a better angle. The movement was deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"You are watching?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.
I didn't answer. My cock was already hardening in my pants, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric.
She hooked her small thumbs into the waistband of her tiny denim shorts. She pushed them down her slim hips, bending over slightly as she stepped out of them.
The movement gave me a perfect view of her small ass—tight and round, barely covered by simple white cotton panties. The fabric was thin, practically see-through, and I could make out the faint outline of her pussy lips pressed against it.
She stood there in just her underwear, her small body on display. Her waist was impossibly tiny. Her thighs were slender but soft-looking. Everything about her was delicate. Breakable.
"Just go and bath already," I said.
Then she slid the panties down her slender legs and stepped out of them.
She stood completely naked, her small body trembling slightly. Her pussy was smooth and bare, her lips pressed tightly together. She looked impossibly young standing there—tiny and vulnerable and perfect.
And she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
---
Mia stepped into the lake, gasping softly as the cool water touched her skin.
"It's cold," she said, her voice breathy.
She waded deeper until the water came up to her small waist. Her perky nipples were still visible above the surface, hard and pink, pointing directly at me.
She turned to face me, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Are you sure you don't want to bath?" she asked. "The water's nice."
"I'm fine here," I said through gritted teeth.
My cock was rock hard now, straining painfully against my pants.
"Just wash up," I growled. "We need to go."
She nodded, but she didn't rush.
Instead, she cupped water in her small hands and poured it over her chest. The water cascaded down her small breasts, making her nipples glisten in the sunlight.
She did it again. And again.
When she finally stood up, she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and innocent.
"Is something wrong?" she asked sweetly.
That's when I snapped.
---
I pushed off the tree and started walking toward the water, my eyes locked on hers.
Mia's expression shifted. The playful teasing vanished, replaced by surprise—then anticipation.
"Jack?" she whispered, her voice uncertain.
I didn't answer. I just kept walking.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
Her huge eyes dropped to my chest, then lower as my hands went to my belt.
I unbuckled it, unzipped my pants, and pushed them down along with my boxers.
My cock sprang free—thick and hard, standing straight up, the tip already glistening.
Mia's breath caught. Her eyes went even wider as she stared at it. Her small mouth fell open.
"Jack, I—" she started.
"You wanted my attention," I said, stepping into the water. The cold hit my legs but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was her. "Now you have it."
I waded toward her slowly, deliberately. Each step brought me closer. The water rose to my thighs, then my waist, but my cock stayed hard, jutting out above the waterline, pointing at her like a weapon.
Mia backed away instinctively, her small feet stumbling on the rocky lake bed. But she didn't try to run. She couldn't take her eyes off my cock.
Her small chest was heaving, her perky nipples hard and pointed.
When I reached her, I grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her against me.
She gasped as her small body pressed against mine. My cock pressed against her flat stomach, hot and hard, and she shivered.
"You've been teasing me since we left the cave," I growled against her ear.
"I—I wasn't—" she stammered.
"Don't lie." My hands slid down to cup her small ass, squeezing firmly. She fit perfectly in my palms—tight and round and soft. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
She trembled in my arms, her small hands pressing against my chest.
"Please, Jack," she whispered.
"Please what?" I asked, my hands sliding up her sides. "Please stop? Or please don't stop?"
She didn't answer.
I grabbed her small chin, forcing her to look up at me.
"Answer me."
"Don't stop," she breathed.
I smiled. "Good girl. Now tell me something—has anyone ever eaten this sweet little pussy before?"
Her huge eyes went even wider. She shook her head quickly.
"No," she whispered. "Never."
My cock throbbed against her stomach.
"Never?" I repeated. "Not even a boyfriend?"
"I've never had—" She stopped, embarrassed. "No. Never."
"Good," I growled. "Then I'll be your first."
---
I lifted her easily—she weighed almost nothing—and carried her to the shallow end of the lake. The water here only came up to my thighs.
I set her down on a flat rock at the water's edge. The surface was smooth, worn down by years of flowing water.
She sat there, her small body dripping, her huge eyes wide and uncertain. Her small breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her pink nipples hard and glistening.
"Spread your legs," I ordered.
She hesitated, her thighs pressing together.
"Now, Mia."
Slowly, she parted her thighs.
I stepped closer, looking down at her. Her pussy was right there—smooth and bare, her small lips pressed together. She was so tiny, so delicate. Everything about her looked untouched.
"Wider," I said.
She spread her legs further, her cheeks burning bright red. Her small hands gripped the edge of the rock.
I could see everything now. The soft pink of her inner lips. The tiny nub of her clit peeking out at the top. The slight wetness glistening there—and that wasn't from the lake water.
"You're wet," I said.
She looked away, embarrassed.
I grabbed her small chin, forcing her to look at me.
"Don't be shy," I said. "You wanted this. You teased me for it. Now take it."
I dropped to my knees in the shallow water, my face level with her pussy.
Her breath hitched, her huge eyes going even wider.
"Jack, what are you—"
I leaned forward and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit.
She cried out, her small body jerking violently. Her hands flew to my head, her tiny fingers gripping my hair.
She tasted sweet. Clean. Perfect.
I licked her again, slower this time, savoring her flavor. My tongue slid between her small lips, parting them, tasting her wetness.
"Oh god," she gasped, her voice high and desperate.
I spread her small lips apart with my thumbs, exposing her fully. Her clit was swollen, throbbing. Her entrance was tiny—so fucking tiny I could barely fit my tongue inside.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently.
Mia screamed.
Her slim thighs clamped around my head, her small body writhing on the rock. Her hands pulled at my hair desperately.
"Jack! Jack, oh god, I can't—"
I didn't stop. I licked and sucked and devoured her like she was the last meal I'd ever have.
My tongue circled her clit in fast, tight circles. Then I dipped lower, pushing inside her tight entrance. She was so small, so impossibly tight, I could barely fit my tongue inside her.
She tasted incredible.
I fucked her with my tongue, my hands gripping her slim thighs, holding her in place. Her skin was so soft, so smooth under my rough palms.
Her moans echoed across the lake—high and desperate and broken. Birds scattered from the nearby trees.
"Please," she sobbed, her small body shaking. "Please, I can't—it's too much—"
I pulled back slightly, looking up at her.
Her delicate face was flushed deep pink, her huge eyes glazed with pleasure. Her small chest was heaving, her tiny nipples rock hard. Her mouth was open, her pink lips wet and trembling.
"Too much?" I asked, circling her clit slowly with my thumb.
She whimpered, her slim hips bucking against my hand.
"Answer me," I demanded.
"N-no," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I smiled.
"Good girl."
I buried my face between her thighs again, eating her small pussy with renewed hunger.
I slid one finger inside her—slowly, carefully. She was impossibly tight, her walls gripping my finger like a vice. I could barely fit one finger inside her tiny body.
She cried out, her back arching off the rock, her small breasts pointing toward the sky.
"So tight," I murmured against her clit. "So fucking tight."
I started moving my finger, curling it inside her, searching for that spot—
She screamed.
Found it.
I rubbed that spot relentlessly while my tongue attacked her clit. My finger moved in and out of her tight little pussy, stretching her, filling her.
Her small body thrashed on the rock, her moans turning into broken sobs. Her thighs squeezed my head, her hands pulled my hair, her hips ground against my face.
"Jack—Jack—I'm going to—I can't—"
"Come," I ordered against her pussy, the vibration of my voice making her shiver. "Come for me, Mia."
She shattered.
Her entire body convulsed, her slim thighs squeezing my head so tight I could barely breathe. Her tiny pussy clenched around my finger, pulsing and gripping. She screamed my name, her high voice echoing across the water, scattering more birds.
I kept licking her through it, drawing out her orgasm, making her shake and sob and beg.
When I finally pulled back, my face was soaked with her juices.
Mia lay sprawled on the rock, her small chest heaving, her huge eyes unfocused and dazed. Her smooth pussy was swollen and red, glistening in the sunlight. Her slim thighs were still trembling uncontrollably.
She looked absolutely ruined.
And I was so fucking hard I could barely think.
I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked down at her.
"Sit up," I ordered.
She struggled to obey, her small body still shaking from her orgasm. She managed to sit upright, her legs dangling off the edge of the rock, her huge eyes blinking up at me in a daze.
I stepped closer, my cock level with her face. It was rock hard, throbbing, the tip dark and swollen with need.
"Open your mouth," I said.
Her eyes widened. "Jack, I don't know how to—"
"I'm not going to fuck your mouth," I said, wrapping my hand around my shaft. "Just keep it open. And don't move."
She obeyed, her small pink lips parting, her tongue visible inside.
I started stroking my cock, fast and rough, my hand moving in long strokes from base to tip. It had been two days since I'd fucked anyone—two days of frustration and tension—and watching this tiny girl come apart on my tongue had pushed me to the edge.
"That's it," I groaned, stroking faster. "Keep looking at me with those big eyes."
Mia watched, transfixed, as I jerked myself off inches from her face. Her small chest was still heaving, her nipples hard, her thighs pressed together.
"Fuck," I growled, feeling my orgasm building fast. "Fuck, Mia—"
I came hard.
The first rope of cum shot across her face, hitting her forehead, dripping down between her eyes. The second splashed across her small nose and cheek. The third landed on her parted lips, coating her tongue.
I kept stroking, milking every last drop onto her pretty little face. Cum dripped from her chin, splattered across her flushed cheeks, even caught in her tangled black hair.
She didn't close her mouth. Didn't wipe it away. Just sat there, blinking up at me through cum-streaked lashes, looking like the perfect little slut.
"Swallow," I ordered, still breathing hard.
She closed her mouth and swallowed, her small throat working. Then she opened again, showing me her empty mouth.
"Good girl," I said, tucking my softening cock back into my pants.
I grabbed her small chin, tilting her face up. Cum was still dripping down her cheeks, glistening in the sunlight.
"That's what happens when you tease me," I said.
She nodded weakly, unable to form words.
—-
After another hour of walking, we reached the rocky outcropping where I'd told the women to hide.
"Martha!" I called out. "It's Jack!"
Silence. Then movement behind the rocks.
Lydia appeared first, her blonde hair tangled, her eyes wide with relief. Martha followed, gripping a makeshift spear. Rachel came next, her face pale and drawn.
And then Chloe.
The moment she saw me, her face transformed. Relief. Joy. Desperation.
She ran.
I barely had time to brace myself before she slammed into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist. We collapsed together onto the jungle floor.
"Jack!" she sobbed into my neck. "You're alive—I thought—I thought—"
"I'm fine," I said, my arms wrapping around her. "I'm fine, little devil."
She pulled back and kissed me—hard and desperate and hungry. Her lips crashed against mine, her hands gripping my face.
When she finally pulled away, she was breathing hard.
"Don't ever do that again," she whispered fiercely.
Then her eyes shifted—and landed on Mia.
The small girl was standing a few feet away, watching us with those huge dark eyes.
Chloe's expression went cold.
"Mia" she said.