My cock saved her life – You are beautiful

I met a very unhappy little girl at a family funeral and after she tried to kill herself I stopped her and had sex with her so she could feel loved.

Her name was Olivia, or Liv for short, she was 12, but she wasn’t like most girls her age, she didn’t wear short skirts, layers of make-up trying to look older than she was, and she wasn’t a social media influencer wannabee, no, she was still very much a little girl, she was shy, and she was so very unhappy.

I was at a family funeral, and like most funerals I go to I saw people there who I’d never seen before, family members I didn’t know about or who had married in to the family but I wasn’t aware of, and at the reception, at a local club, there was one such family.

A distant cousin was there with his wife and daughters, 7 year old Ellie, who was running around all happy and on a sugar rush, your typical hyper little girl, she was cute and adorable, then there was Olivia.

Olivia, like everyone else was dressed in black clothing for the funeral, but she wore more than others, she was about 4 foot 6 inch tall, had long curly light brown hair hanging down her back, on her shoulders, and partially covering her face, she had freckles all over her face, she looked quite skinny, she was wearing black boots, black leggings, a black skirt, black top, and a long black long sleeved cardigan that went down to her knees.

She was very shy, sitting in the shadows in the far corner of the room by herself, the sleeves of her cardigan covering her hands, she had her hand held up to her face like she was biting her nails all the time, but really she didn’t want to be seen.

I’d recently seen a documentary on TV about people with anxiety and mental health, and recognised some of the signs, Olivia was showing some of those signs.

Part way through the afternoon people started taking photos of people, family members they hadn’t seen in a long time and wanted photos of them to remember them, it was all going well until a distance aunt wanted to take a photo of Ellie and Olivia, Ellie was fine with it, but Olivia didn’t want her photo taking.

Her dad tried to get her to do it, and at one point he tried forcing her to do it, which made Olivia knock the camera out of the woman’s hands, “No! – I don’t want my photo taking!” she screamed.

Her dad told her off, “What the hell, Olivia! – What is your problem.” He yelled, for a brief moment I thought he was going to hit her, and if he had then I would have jumped over several tables and beat the shit out of him, but luckily he didn’t, his wife stopped him.

Olivia got very upset and ran out of the club, her mom wanted to go after her but her dad stopped her, “Just leave the little brat, she’ll come back on her own.” He said.

After a few minutes I decided to go outside for a smoke and also to see if she was okay, I didn’t know her at this point but I was concerned for her, I can’t stand seeing a girl upset, I found her sitting on a wall behind the club, crying in to her hands, she turned her back to me when she saw me approaching.

I lit a cigarette and I sat on the wall near her, but not too close for it to be weird, “Hi. Are you alright?” I said.

She wiped her eyes and put her hands on the wall but didn’t respond to me.

“My name is Gavin by the way. We’ve never met but your dad is my cousin, apparently. It’s strange meeting family members for the first time, especially when you didn’t know they existed. It can all be a bit overwhelming some times.” I said.

I sat smoking my cigarette and talking to her, even though she never responded to me, it felt like she was just listening to me babble on, after finishing my cigarette I stomped it out on the floor then I told her that sometimes it easier to talk to strangers about things, and if she ever needed someone to talk too then she could give me a call, and I left my business card on the wall beside her before heading back inside.

A few weeks later I received a random text message on my phone at 12:47am, “I don’t want to be here anymore.” Is all it said.

– “Who is this?”

“Olivia”

– “Hi sweetheart. It’s nice to hear from you. What do you mean, why don’t you want to be here anymore?”

“No one likes me. My parents hate me.”

– “Oh, Olivia, I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I feel so empty inside. I feel so alone.”

– “You’re not alone. I’m here. Talk to me.”

And the conversation went on for a couple of hours, the poor girl was so sad and the things she said actually made me cry, I couldn’t believe that such a young girl could feel so unhappy that she felt she would be better off dead, that is horrible.

We spoke almost every night for weeks following, I gave her my address early on, telling her that if she wanted to get away from things that made her feel bad then she could come to my house anytime she wanted.

Then one day I came home from work at lunch and found her sitting on my doorstep, she looked drowsy, “Olivia?”

“G-av-in.” she slurred her words.

An empty packet of tablets fell out of her hand, “Olivia what have you done. Olivia!!” I panicked, realising she’d taken some pills, I quickly opened my door, picked her up and took her inside, she was limp like a ragdoll in my arms, “Stay awake. Don’t fall asleep. Olivia!”

I dragged her in to the bathroom and put her head over the toilet, I then put my finger inside her mouth and forced her to vomit out the pills, then I sat her down inside the shower and turned on the cold water to give her body a shock to keep her awake, “Argh – Argh” she screamed, feeling the freezing water drenching her.

“What the hell were you thinking? – Olivia, darling, look at me!” I shouted, she was shaking and crying, such a beautiful little girl in so much pain and so very sad, it was heart breaking, I sat with her and hugged her tightly, rocking her in my arms, “Thank you, God. Thank you, God.” I kept saying, thankful she was still alive and I’d got to her in time.

I turned off the water and after about an hour she had calmed down, so I left her in the bathroom to dry herself off while I went to make her a hot drink, “Do you want sugar in your tea?” I called out from the kitchen, not realising she was right behind me.

“Yes please.” She said, startling me.

“Oh –“ I chuckled, she had changed out of her clothes and was wrapped in a long towel, I saw her arms for the first time and they were covered in scars where she’d clearly cut herself in the past, “Oh Olivia.” I said, walking over to her and rubbing her skinny arms, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you long before now.” I said.

For the first time she cracked a little grin, then she sprang up on her tiptoes and gave me a long firm kiss on the lips, I gently pushed her off me, “Olivia…” I was shocked she would kiss me like that, she was just a little girl, I could see in her eyes she really wanted to kiss me, “…Sweetheart, I-I – I’m too old for you. We can’t.” I said, trying to let her down gently.

Her eyes went sad again and then she got angry and bashed my hands off her, “Get off me!” she shouted then she started crying and ran off and locked herself in the bathroom.

I followed, “Olivia – “ knocking on the door, “Olivia, sweetheart, open the door. Let’s talk about this.” I said.

Then I heard something smash, “What was that noise? – Olivia!?!” she wouldn’t answer me or open the door and I got worried so I bashed the door a couple of times until it broke open, I saw pieces of broken mirror on the floor and she was sitting on the closed toilet seat with a shark piece in her hand and she was attempting to cut her wrist, “Jesus!!”

I rushed to grab the broken glass off her and we struggled, “Get off! – Just let me do it – Let me die – I want to die!” she cried.

I managed to get it off her and throw aside, then I held her arms as she tried to fight with me, her towel had fallen off in the struggle and I saw her naked body, even her legs, her inner thighs had cut scars on them, seeing them all over her almost made me cry, “Stop it! – You need to stop hurting yourself.” I said.

“Nobody wants me – Even you don’t want me.” She cried.

The girl was in pieces, lost and feeling so alone, I couldn’t take it, she not only needed to hear that she was loved, but she needed to feel it too, “I love you.” I said, then I kissed her.

She kissed me back and threw her arms around me, I then lifted her up as I stood, she wrapped her long skinny legs around my waist and I walked in to the bedroom.

We fell on to the bed and I started to take off my clothes while kissing her soft beautiful lips, she was still sobbing but fully in to the moment, she even helped me take off my top and undo my jeans and take them off, and we were both naked on the bed.

I kissed her lips, her soft neck, her tiny breast bumps, kissing the scars down her arms, then kissing the scars on her thighs, my nose grazed the slit of her soft bald pussy then I licked it, “You’re so beautiful, Olivia. I love you.”

My cock got erect very quickly and I wasted no time, I climbed up her small beautiful body and I kissed her again while I squeezed my cock inside her pussy, “Ungh – Ooooah – Uh.” She moaned out, she was a virgin, I felt her cherry pop as my cock sank deeper in to her folds and slid inside her warm wet and insanely tight hole.

She didn’t complain, in fact I think she liked the pain because she grinned at me when my cock went in, “Mmm – Argh – Ooah.” And she was scratching up my back with her nails.

I pumped her little pussy for a good half an hour, kissing her and whispering in her ear, “I love you. You are beautiful, Olivia. You are so beautiful.” I think she enjoyed hearing me say it to her.

I was about to nut, and I wanted to pull out because we weren’t using protection, but she wouldn’t let me, she swung her legs around me and locked them together by her ankles preventing me from pulling out, “I’m coming, Olivia – I’m coming!” thrusting in to her pussy deep and fast, “Move your legs!” I said.

“Ungh – No – No – Uh – No.” she moaned.

“Olivia!….” and then it happened, my balls tightened and my cock twitched inside of her, and I ejaculated several long bursts of sperm in to her, “….Ooooooah God. Ooah Olivia – Jesus! – Oh fuck!” I groaned with release.

When I caught my breath I lifted my head to look at her, and the first time she was smiling and she looked even more beautiful, “Are you smiling?” I asked her, and as soon as I asked the question she pulled my head down and kissed me hard on the lips, then she pushed me over on to my back, not sure where she suddenly got the super human strength from, but I liked it.

She crawled down my body and licked my balls, then she slipped my cock in to her mouth and started to suck it like crazy, “Ooah – Wow. You’re just going to suck it eh? – Okay.” I said, she seemed happy for once so I left her to it.

I got erect again after a few minutes and then she straddled me and sat on my cock, this time she rode me, and rode me hard, “You like that?” I asked her.

“I – Uh – Love – Ungh – It.” She moaned, bouncing herself up and down at a rapid speed.

15 minutes later, after one hell of a good ride, I ejaculated again, and then she laid on top of me, hugging me tightly, and she started crying.

“Olivia, what’s the matter? – Don’t cry, sweetheart.” I said.

“Thank you for loving me.” she said.

“You are worth loving. I don’t know why others don’t show you love or see how beautiful you are. But I love you, and you are beautiful, Olivia.” I replied.

Of course it wasn’t that easy to stop her feeling lonely, unloved, and suicidal, in the weeks that followed she got upset on many occasions and cut herself some more, but she has now found her smile.

We meet up regularly at my house and have sex, a cry, and fun – anything to see a smile on her beautiful little face instead of a frown and tears.

Parents really need to start paying attention to their daughters, because like Olivia some are going through tough times, they don’t feel loved, they get bullied, and they feel worthless, but no girl should ever have to feel that way – breaks my heart it really does.

Olivia is now with me, and as long as she is with me, she will never be alone, and she will never feel unloved or unwanted.

We have a healthy sexual friendship now and she smiles a lot more.

So please, if you see a sad girl like Olivia, don’t ignore her, just go and say “Hi.” Because saying “Hi” may just save her life.

God bless little girls, you are all beautiful, and someone does love you, so don’t give up, the world is better off with you in it.

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