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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
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Story Code: M/f, First Time, Fingering,

Dave And The Alien TV Ch 06 Day 04
By Muhabba

     Dave reclined in his couch, remote in his hand, and tried to stare through
Summer-Gram. He looked from his remote back to the black box with the blinking red light
above his TV.

     “Is there something I could do for you, Dave?” Summer-Gram asked in mock sincerity.

     Dave ignored her. He had literally crawled out of bed, across his carpet to his crappy
couch, and tried to grab his remote without Summer-Gram activating. And he had failed.
His virtual assistant blinked on noiselessly and scared the crap out of him. He had given her
instructions to choose her own outfits and today, that morning, after a fitful sleep, she had
chosen to dress like a schoolgirl. She had her hair in pigtails with a starched white blouse
and a pleated skirt along with buckled Mary Jane shoes.

     “Hey, mister, can I help you?” she asked in a child’s sing song voice.

     “Stop it…” Dave whined as he held his remote in his hand. “It’s completely normal…”
he also whined.

     “Would you like to buy some cookies, mister?” Summer-Gram continued.

     “It’s just a fantasy.”

     “Do you have a puppy in your windowless white van I can pet?”

     Dave whimpered. “The Sansa fantasy went alright,” he continued rationalizing.

     “Would you like to pet my kitty?”

     “And the actresses were actually older than the characters they played,” he told
himself. And with a trembling finger he pressed “Enter”.

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     Standing outside of his stone cabin, Dave looked around his farm proudly. There was
a horse he wasn't planning on riding, a couple of cows he didn't know how to milk, and
several chickens he had no idea how to turn into nuggets. It looked just like any small
farming house that he’d seen in Game of Thrones, just maybe a bit cleaner. Not that it
made him feel any cleaner. “It's just a stupid fantasy,” he mumbled, “There's nothing
wrong with it.

     From out of the woods he heard a small crashing sound and turned towards the noise.
A small, dark haired, bedraggled girl with wide, sparkling eyes came running out of the
woods. Her hair was ragged and her loose, dirty clothes looked several sizes too large.
Maisie Williams as Arya Stark came running straight towards him as fast as her little legs
would carry her.

     “Help me!” The small girl cried out in a panic as she approached him.

     Dave tried for his best British accent to match her own. “Sooth, young m’lady, what
seems to be the problem?” he asked.

     “They’re chasing me,” Arya said, “The Brothers Without Banners mean to kidnap me!”
She stood in front of him with her hands in her knees struggling to get her breath back.

     “Yay, though it be small, you may hide in my yonder cabin,” Dave told the young girl
and a smile quickly spread over her beautiful face. She darted towards the front door and
he slowly followed her, watching her tight little ass and muttering to himself along the way.
“It's just a stupid fantasy,” he repeated, “She’s not even real.”

     The inside of the cabin was small, cozy, and warm. It had one large room for the
kitchen/living room and a small hall with his bedroom on one side and an indoor bathroom
on the other. Fuck outhouses. He wasn't here for realism.

     He peered outside of a small window as Arya hid under the kitchen table. Outside, a
large band of men on horses galloped past without even bothering to slow down as the
small girl shivered with fear.

     “Mayhap for yawn horses did go by and by,” he told Maisie. He thought about
programming himself an actual English accent but then decided that he didn't want to put
any more effort into this particular VR program.

     Slowly, carefully Arya crawled out from under the table and sneaked over to the
window. She saw the last of the riders disappearing into the forest and then gave a large
sigh of relief. “They’re gone,” she whispered to herself before turning towards her savior.
“Thank you for saving me,” she told him.

     “Think nothing of it, young poppet,” Dave told the small, entirely too young girl as he
laid a reassuring hand on her slender shoulder, “Perhaps you’d like something to eat?”

     Without even thinking about it, Arya nodded her head yes. The kind stranger led her
over to the wooden table and she took a seat. “What are you going to cook?” she asked
excitedly.

     Dave looked at his cold stove and his empty cabinets. He’d been in such a hurry to
have his fantasy and get it over with that he’d forgotten to program food. “It’s… ah… it’s
outside,” he muttered, “I’ll go get it.”

     He quickly stepped outside and used his in-world remote, this time looking like a
leather band wrapped around his wrist, to program food. He walked back in and proudly
presented Maisie with a silver platter filled with chicken nuggets and cheese burgers.

     Arya stared in wide eyed fascination at the strange food. It had been days since
she’d eaten and she was practically drooling. “It looks sooo good…” she moaned.

     “Help yourself,” Dave started to say and had barely gotten the words out of his mouth
before Maisie began tearing into the food. She was ravenous and ate like a starved animal.
Which at this point in the show she nearly was.

     Dave couldn't even bring himself to eat with the guilt filling him. Was he really going
to fuck a teenager. He hadn’t been with a girl her age even when he had been her age.
Sophie Turner had only been a year older than Maisie, but for some reason he couldn't
figure, it had been significant year older.

     Arya let out a loud belch and then quickly covered her mouth and blushed with
embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” she giggled.

     “Compliments to the chef,” Dave laughed. She was just so damn cute. “We should
get you cleaned up,” he said magnanimously.

     “Really? But I don't even know your name,” Arya said in wonder.

     “Oh, it’s, ah… Dave?” he managed to say.

     Arya giggled. “That's a strange name,” she laughed.

     “Well so is ‘Maisie’,” Dave said defensively.

     Arya giggled again at the name, “Who’s Maisie?”

     “It's… ah… it's…” Dave sputtered, “Never mind.”

     Maisie jumped excitedly out of her chair and Dave led her down the hall with a
nervously shaking hand on her shoulder. He opened the door to the bathroom and let her
step inside. He started to close the door behind them but it seemed too menacing for him
so he left it open a crack. When he turned back to the young girl she was staring at the
strange looking tub.

     “I’ve never seen a bathtub like that before,” Arya said, mystified by the odd looking
tub.

     Dave looked at the bathtub and wondered what the vulnerable girl that he was going
to evilly take advantage of was talking about. The bathroom looked exactly like his
bathroom at home. Then he realized that the problem was that the bathroom looked
exactly like his bathroom at home.

     “Oh, ah… I have the water pump here in my, ah… privy,” he stammered, “The
contractor read the blueprints for the house upside down.”

     “What's a ‘contractor’?”, Arya asked as she looked up at the kind gentleman who she
was completely beholden to with her wide, lovely eyes.

     “He’s, ah… It doesn't matter,” Dave mumbled, “Let me start your bath.” He walked
over to the tub and started the water making sure that it was warm without being to hot
because he was a gentleman. And then when the gentleman turned around to tell the
helpless young girl that the water was ready he saw that she was already stripping off her
clothes.

     Completely emotionally confused, Dave choked on air as his erection sprung to life in
his pants. Maisie’s filthy top was wrapped around her slender chest and tucked into her
belt so when she released the bit of leather her shirt unwound from around her. Her
cherubic face and her hands halfway up her forearms were covered and smeared with dirt
but her bare chest was pale and untouched by grime, her small, developing breasts barely
more than mosquito bites caped with little nipples.

     As Maisie’s shirt unwrapped from her chest her pants slid down her short, coltish legs.
Without the leather belt to hold her dirty pants up they pooled around her ankles leaving
her bottomless before she was topless. Her soft stomach and legs were as pale as her
chest with her small, pale pink pussy a tight, hairless, little slit nestled between her slender
thighs. Her shirt hit the floor and she bent over to untie her boots, her tiny little tits jiggling
slightly and her round little rump sticking high in the air.

     Dave’s cock throbbed painfully. She was completely trusting. She had no idea the
danger she was in. After being raised in a world with a surprising amount of causal nudity
and living safe behind castle walls and being cared for by honorable and trust worthy
adults, she was completely care free. Having been raised with attendants to see to her
needs she had probably never even bathed herself alone. Dave had never realized how
sexy a child’s complete innocence and trust could be. Which both disgusted him and
turned him on at the same time.

     With his mouth hanging open and a small rivulet of drool coming from his mouth,
Dave stared unabashedly at the naked Maisie Williams. The dirt on her feet, hands, and
face made it seem like her naked body was glowing in the crappy light of his bathroom.

     “Is your strange tub filled?” Arya asked.

     Dave continued to drool.

     Arya stared at him with a look of worry knitting her eyebrows. “Have you had a
stroke?” she asked fearfully.

     Dave suddenly shook his head, startling the young, naked girl. “No, no. Just
wondering if Hell had an express lane,” he said and the girl just looked at him in confusion.
“Never mind,” he said with another shake of his head, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

     The young, naked girl walked unabashedly naked to her savior and curtsied nakedly.
“I can't thank you enough,” Arya said before starting into the warm water.

     His eyes full of guilt, Dave watched the naked girl step into the bathtub, her little ass
pointing right as his face as she climbed in. “You will,” he mumbled to himself under his
breath.

     “What was that?” Arya asked as he sat down and settled into the warm tub.

     “Just wondering if the rungs of Hell are greased,” Dave said as he grabbed a cup and
shampoo, “Let’s get you washed.” He filled the cup and Maisie leaned back, her small
breasts poking up out of the water. He wet her hair with his eyes locked on her wet tits
until she was soaked before squirting out a bit of shampoo. The shampoo was white and
glob like and reminded him of what he was planning on doing to the young girl. “She's not
real,” he told himself.

     “Beg your pardon,” Arya asked as the kind hearted stranger massaged her scalp.

     “Just wondering where I can pick up a hand-basket,” Dave said as he rinsed Maisie’s
hair out. She relaxed more into the tub, the water swallowing her small, budding breasts.
With her breasts below the waterline and the water clouded with shampoo he found it
easier to concentrate on what he was doing. He grabbed a washcloth and found himself
wondering why he didn't program something nicer than his own ratty washcloths as he
soaked it. Then he found himself wondering why he cared about what a completely made
up person thought about his laundry as he began washing the girl’s face.

     With the dirt washed away, Maisie’s cute face became the same color as her slender
body but a bit pinker thanks to the roughness of Dave’s washcloth. Either way, the young,
unsuspecting girl was relaxed in his bath with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face.
He washed down one shoulder to her arm and down to her hand, the dirt lifting off easily
before he made his way back up and down the other arm.

     Dave jumped to Maisie’s feet next but wasn't expecting her to lift her entire leg up out
of the water all the way to her pale, slender thigh. He stated at her wet, shimmering,
teenage thigh with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Soooo smooth,” he groaned
quietly.

     “Did you say something?” Arya asked.

     “Just wondering how sharp a pitchfork is,” Dave said as he slowly slid the soapy cloth
down Maisie’s soft thigh and to her feet. When he was done the young girl helpfully held
up her other leg and he groaned as he stared at the flesh of her inner thigh and cleaned her
leg. When both of her legs were safely underwater the guilt began to overcome him and
he seriously thought about ending the fantasy right there. For a second, until Maisie sat up,
her chest pressed against her legs and her petite breasts slightly bulging from her sides.

     Arya innocently rested her head against her knees as she exposed her back to the
older gentleman who she was sure would take perfect care of her.

     Dave croaked but it didn't stop his hand from reaching over and sliding the soapy
washcloth across Maisie’s graceful back. She moaned happily with an angelic smile on her
face as his hand slid lower and lower down her spine. He couldn't understand how he
could be so turned on but also so disgusted with himself at the same time.

     “La… la… lay ba… ba… lay back,” he managed to croak out as he moved his arm around.
The young girl leaned back with the same trusting, sweet smile on her face, completely
unconcerned about her wet, bare breasts being exposed above the water line. Dave laid
his hand just above Maisie’s soft stomach below the water, his guilt and his libido becoming
a war in his brain now that he had lost the washcloth somewhere behind her.

     Licking his dry lips, Dave slid his hand upwards to Maisie's chest between her breasts,
his cock aching in his pants. Tentatively he reached to one small, firm tit, testing her
reaction to the intrusion but she simply relaxed with her eyes closed, enjoying the warm
bath after her harrowing journey through the forest. He prodded the soft flesh with his
fingers before lightly running his thumb across her nipple. When she still didn't respond he
prodded her a bit more firmly and circled her nipple with his thumb.

     Maisie’s moaned in contentment and innocence, nearly making Dave cum in his pants.
He squeezed and massaged the small teenage tit before sliding across her chest and doing
the same to her other firm breast. She groaned happily out even louder as he switched tits
again, caressing her plump tits and teasing her barely exposed nipples to full hardness. She
groaned out from deep in her throat, enjoying what he as doing to her as his hands
wandered back and forth across her petite chest.

     All blood having left his brain, Dave’s hand worked on it’s own and began traveling
down Maisie’s wet, slick body. As it slid over her tummy she automatically raised her knees
up above the water and spread her legs for him. The intrusive hand slid up one thigh to
just below the water line and then back down along the girl’s soft, inner thigh. Even
submerged in the warm water the hand could feel the heat coming from between the
trusting girl’s legs. One finger slipped across one of her bare pussy-lips as the thumb
probed her already hard clit. The girl moaned out even more lustfully.

     Dave’s hand cupped Maisie’s hot pussy, his middle finger teasing her slit while his
palm pressed against the little pearl peeking out from the folds of her cunt. The teenage
girl licked her lips as she rolled her hips up, pressing herself against his hand as he slid his
finger between the wet folds of her labia. She groaned out as he penetrated her, delicately
fucking her up to one knuckle. He slipped in up to the second knuckle causing her to moan
out louder and rolling her hips up again.

     Without enough blood to work on it’s own, Dave’s brain let his hand do all the work as
it added a second finger into the gasping girl’s tight little body. His thumb pressed against,
and then slid around, Maisie’s little clit as his fingers delved in and out of her burning little
pussy. The fingers worked faster and faster as the happy girl moved her body against them
causing water to slosh out of the tub. The horny teenager groaned out in lust as warm
water spilled against Dave’s pants, triggering his orgasm as Maisie came on his hand.

     Dave and Maisie groaned out together as they came. Maisie’s young body shivering
in pleasure as Dave slipped on the floor and fell on his ass, his fingers falling out of the girl
and splashing soapy water in his eye. He struggled to set himself right and get the water
out of his eyes as the sated young girl relaxed more into the bath.

     Arya’s wide eyes slowly opened and she looked over at the kindly man who had saved
her and then bathed her. “I may have to take you back to Winterfell with me,” she said
dreamily, “Your much better at attending me than my mother’s staff.”

     Dave tried to sit up and failed. “We’ll have to see,” he said laying flat on his back
looking up at the ceiling.

     After finally getting control of his body back, Dave cleaned the floor up enough to
keep anyone from slipping again. He then helped the naked Maisie Williams up out of the
water. He was stunned staring at her as she slowly rose out of the water revealing inch
after wet gleaming inch of her young body to him. His erection roared back to life as the
bald, pink little pussy he had just violated slowly came into view.

     “I had the bath but I think you are more wet than I,” Arya giggled.

     Dave remembered feeling exactly how wet the girl was and choked on air. “Oh, ah…
bed time,” he mumbled. He grabbed a towel and got down on his knees next to Maisie and
began drying her off. His hands traveled all over her naked teenage body and she acted
like it was the most natural thing in the world.

     When she was dry, Arya looked at her savior with gratitude before asking, “But my
clothes are filthy, whatever will I wear to bed?”

     Dave stared dumbfounded at the girl. He had planned an entire scenario and then
completely forgotten the instant he had caught a glimpse of one of Maisie’s nipples. “Hold
on,” he said before quickly turning his back to the naked young girl. He used his in-world
remote to quickly skim through his scenario before turning back to the teenager. “I’m
afraid thee that I am but a simple farmer, forsooth,” he told her while trying to get back into
character, “And we simple folk have not the means for such fancy-ery as ‘Night clothes’.”

     Arya thought it over for a moment before looking back at the brave, true man that she
owed her life to and would never take advantage of her. “I understand,” she said, “I just
hope we won't get cold.”

     Watching Maisie’s damp, naked ass walk towards the room and the bed he was going
to defile her on, Dave wondered if the off-ramp to the special Hell reserved for men like him
and people that talk in movie theaters was marked.

     Dave followed Maisie’s tight little ass into his bedroom. The small girl threw back the
bed clothes and climbed in. “Oh my! This is the softest bed I’ve ever been in,” she
exclaimed.

     Dave had to think over what she was talking about. His mattress was third hand with
several springs poking through but compared to what they must have slept in in this
medieval world it was probably as soft as a cloud. With no comeback he shrugged his
shoulders and watched naked Maisie get comfortable.

     “It certainly is bright for as late as it must be,” Arya said as she snuggled into the nice
man’s unbelievably soft pillow.

     “God dammit,” Dave muttered to himself before turning his back to the cute, naked
girl. He quickly programmed the sun to set for the night and his room slowly got darker.
When it was too dark to see he stubbed his toe and then programmed the candles to light.
This little fantasy was starting to almost be more trouble than it was worth and he was
pretty sure that Summer-Gram had something to do with it.

     With the correct ambience finally programmed, Dave headed to his bed like a man on
death row. He knew that there was no way to stop it now but he didn't feel any better
about it. His erection had already roared back to life in his bathroom and he sighed in
despair. He couldn't stop now. Dave struggled out of his clothes and then rolled into bed
next to the teenage girl.

     As he pulled the covers over their bodies, Maisie snuggled up against him, not even
noticing his erection pressed against her back. With her head against his chest he wrapped
his arm around her small body, her breasts pressed against his forearm and her nipples
scrapping against his skin. She wiggled against him to get comfortable and then suddenly
froze. It appeared she realized what was jabbing her in the back.

     “You know that you’re safe here, right, Mais… I mean, Arya,” he lied.

     Arya was silent for a moment and then nodded her head, “Uh huh.”

     “And I did save your life,” he continued.

     The naked girl nodded her head again, “Uh huh.”

     “And that I know you’re from Winterfell and that I know what your father was accused
of,” he said, disgusted with himself for making it sound like blackmail but turned on at the
same time, “But that doesn't mean I’d turn you over.”

     Arya sighed with relief before nodding her head again, “Uh huh.”

     “But a man gets lonely and you're not really a Lady anymore,” he continued, “So
there's not really any reason not to do, you know… it.”

     Arya was silent for a moment before rolling over and looking at the man who had
saved her in the eyes, his manhood poking her in her stomach. “Uh huh,” she agreed
before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the lips.

     Maisie’s soft body slid up Dave’s shaft as he kissed him and he nearly lost it then and
there. Concentrating on not cumming, he kissed her back as he wrapped her warm body in
his arms. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she squeaked in surprise before
relaxing into his embrace. He slid his hands up and down her back before resting them on
her taunt ass causing her to squeak again. When the small girl relaxed once more he began
kneading her cheeks, teasing his fingers between them over her puckered little rosebud and
sensitive taint.

     The young girl shivered in his arms before reaching down between them and grasping
Dave’s cock. He groaned out and jerked in her hand, thrusting into her hand. “Fucking
Jesus!” he gasped out as she slowly started jerking his shaft.

     “Is this right, my Ser Dave?” Arya asked nervously.

     “So, so right,” Dave groaned as the young girl jerked him off. He bent down and took
one of her hard nipples between his lips and began rubbing it with his tongue make her
groan out as well. He switched from one small tit to the other as she continued tugging on
his cock.

     Dave rolled onto his back, pulling Maisie up half-way on top of him, her small chest
covering his face and her small arm barely reaching his cock. He licked and nibbled on her
small, firm tits while she struggled to reach his cock with her hand. The teenage girl began
slowly grinding against his hip as he continued sucking on her tits and holding her up against
him. She began losing her grip on his dick so he sat up straighter, his back against the
headboard.

     “Use your mouth,” Dave groaned out and began lightly but firmly pushing Maisie
down. The small girl hesitantly let herself be guided down until her cherubic face was next
to his throbbing erection. “Just put it in your mouth and suck, I’ll do the rest,” he told her.

     Nodding her head obediently, Arya opened her mouth wide and stuck her pink tongue
out. She swallow the soft tip of Dave’s penis and wrapped her lips around it before sucking.
He lifted his hips up and slid a few more inches inside of her warm mouth before pulling
back and leaving the tip of himself inside of her. He repeated himself again and again and
she began to pick up the rhythm, bobbing her head up and down on his spear.

     Dave was almost to sick with himself to look down and stared in wide-eyed wonder at
his dick disappearing in and out of Maisie’s mouth. He guided her up and down with his
hand on the back of her head as he fucked her teenage mouth. Drool escaped from the
corners of her lips as she sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks hollowing out as her pink
lips slid up and down his shaft, her wide eyes peering up at him expectantly.

     When he felt himself in the verge of cumming, Dave pulled Maisie’s mouth off of his
prick. “That was so good,” he huffed out as he slowly got his breathing under control.

     “Thank you, Ser,” Arya said happily, “You’ve done so much to help me I’m happy to
please you.”

     That was enough to almost set Dave off again. “I’m gonna need a couple of minutes,”
he told her before reaching down and pulling the small girl up the bed. He climbed down
and the squirmed around between Maisie’s short legs until he was staring up at her pink,
wet, bald pussy. “Soooo good,” he moaned, entranced.

     Trying to stave off some of his guilt, Dave tucked his remote down below his chest and
added some new commands before bending back up and wrapping Maisie’s legs around his
shoulders. “Trust me, little one, you’re gonna love this.

     “Love what, Ser…!” Arya started to ask before the much older man's tongue reached
out and plunged between the folds of her vagina. She screamed out in lust as he slipped
inside of her like a striking snake. He slithered in and caressed her inner folds causing her
to writhe and jerk her hips up. Her hands instinctively gripped his hair as she began
grinding herself against his mouth, humping his face.

     If Dave was going to molest a young girl he was damn sure that she was going to enjoy
it which is why he programmed himself to be the most proficient oral-ist in Westeros. His
mouth and tongue could do no wrong now in this world. The teenage girl cried out in joy
as he speared her pretty pussy with his tongue. He gripped her slender thighs with his
arms to keep her from breaking his jaw or neck as she humped wildly against his face. Her
tight, pink hole spasmed around his tongue as her warm, tart juices gushed into his open
mouth. She tugged on his hair hard enough to jerk his head back and forth in her grip as
she came again and again around his wiggling tongue.

     As the thrashing teenage girl humped herself excitedly against him, Dave’s jaw began
to ache and his lips began to become sore as they scrapped against his teeth. Maisie
screamed and screamed again in orgasmic joy and he began to think that he had over done
it on the programming. He began to fight to free himself from between the small, yet
strangely strong, thighs of the young girl. Finally he managed to pull himself free and sat
up on his knees to look down with pride at his work. The naked teenager had her arms legs
spread wide as her stomach fluttered and her chest heaved. Her hair and the bed were a
complete mess as she rode out the last of her orgasms.

     “But the old gods and the new…” Arya panted.

     “It’s was good, right?” Dave desperately wanted to know, “You enjoyed yourself?”
What he was doing somehow seemed like it was less wrong if the entirely too young girl had
enjoyed it.

     Arya nodded her head and stared up at the kindly old man as her vision began to clear
and her breathing returned to normal. “Oh yes. Many times yes,” she happily panted,
“But if we are to celebrate me no longer being a Lady, I believe that there is more yet to go.”

     Dave felt his heart sink and then realized that he had been hoping that the oral would
have been enough to satisfy the young girl. That, perhaps, he would have to go all the way
in deflowering the small, petit teenager. The thought of simply stopping the fantasy never
occurred to him though.

     Arranging them on the bed, Dave told Maisie what to do. He hoped that it would
also spare the girl some pain and discomfort. He hoped by turning control over to the
horny, naked girl it would absolve him of some the guilt. But Maisie’s enthusiasm in the
upcoming act somehow made him feel more guilty.

     With him on his back, Maisie straddled Dave’s hips and grasped his throbbing prick in
her tiny hand. She could stop any time she wanted. Everything that was going to happen
was her fault. She rubbed his cock-head against the entrance to her gooey little pussy.
Her bald, pink, gleaming, untouched, virginal pussy. “I’m such a bad, bad man,” Dave
whined helplessly.

     “Such a good, good bad-man,” Arya groaned happily as she slipped the soft tip of her
Ser Dave inside of her. She closed her eyes and exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she
had been keeping. Her small body relaxed and she moaned in contentment as she held the
nice man inside of her. She placed her hands above his head on the wall, her small breasts
dangling beneath her as he held her hips and she began to lower herself down, her formally
virgin sex slowly swallowing him.

     Tears of shame began to roll down Dave's face as he watched Maisie deflowering
herself on him. She looked like an angel above him. An dirty, nasty, horny angel with her
small tits barely an inch from his face. It was the exact opposite of any virgin sex that he
had heard of. Here, the female was the excited partner and he was the one having second
thoughts. Actually, counting when he had first came up with the idea this morning, he was
having sixth thoughts while Maisie was enjoying every inch she was taking from him.
“We… we can… can stop if… if you want,” he offered.

     Arya kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the pleasure she was feeling as she shook
her head no. “There is no way,” she groaned out as she continued lowering her heated
body down, “I want to find out what the others girls were always scared about when it came
to their marriage beds.”

     “I don't know,” Dave cried in answer to a question she wasn't asked. He kept a firm
hold on the young girl’s hips as the deflowered youngster’s tight pussy kept enveloping his
prick. His nasty, dirty prick. “I’m soooo sorry,” he ugly girl-cried.

     “I’m not,” Arya said happily with a, “Whoo!” as she took the last of the kindly old man
inside of her. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at the much older man below
her. “I’m so happy it was you who found me, Dave,” she said excitedly before leaning
down and kissing him deeply.

     “I’m not,” Dave whined the instant before Maisie kissed him. Her tongue plunged
into his mouth as the young girl began rolling her hips, fucking him as she sucked on his
tongue like a small cock. She jerked up quickly as she raised herself up and down his pole
before grabbing his wrists. She yanked his hands up and placed them on her petite breasts
as she rocked her body up and down and back and forth. Tears continued to roll down his
face but he couldn't turn away from watching the defiled angel soiling her young body in his
evil, evil dick.

     “Yes, yes, yes…” Arya chanted as she pushed herself up and down on Dave’s lance,
piercing herself again and again. Her knees slipped on the tangled sheets causing her to
dip forward and rub against his lower abdomen, stimulating her clit, triggering another
orgasm. “Gods Yes!” the former Lady of Winterfell cried as she came again.

     “I’m so sorry,” Dave said by way of apology for accidentally making the teenage girl
cum.

     Arya’s eyes went wide in delight. “I’m not!” she said excitedly. With a feverish look
on her beautiful face, the young girl leaned forward more into Dave’s hands, rolling her hips
up, rubbing herself against him again before raising herself up on his pole. She rolled
backwards as she lowered herself back down his shaft before rolling her hips again and
starting the cycle again.

     “Why are you so good at this?” Dave cried as he was ridden passionately by the young
girl.

     “You, Ser Dave,” Arya cried out happily, “You’ve done this to me. You’ve shown me
this. It’s all thanks to you!”

     “Don’t say that,” Dave whined. And no matter how bad he felt about everything the
formerly innocent girl said or with every outstanding roll of her small hips, nothing could
diminish how hard his cock was or how good Maisie felt wrapped around it. She continued
fucking him, rubbing her hot groin against him and her firm tits against his hands, seemingly
oblivious to the fat tears rolling down his face.

     “Oh, oh, oh…” Arya cried out as another orgasm rose up inside of her, her churning
cunt gripping Dave’s ridged lance’s thrust inside of her young body.

     “No, no, no…” Dave cried in return as his balls boiled over. As Maisie surrendered
her teenage body to the force of her orgasm, he did the same. Unable to help himself he
thrust up inside of the teenage girl, erupting like a sinful volcano and forever soiling the
formerly innocent girl. He could feel his wicked seed overflowing her tight cunt and
gushing back out, mixing with her own juices and drooling over his deflated balls.

     “Summer-Gram!” Dave called out as he slapped his in-world remote, “Get me out of
here!”

     Maisie Williams’ well-fucked young body glowed red for a moment before
disappearing with the rest of the world and Dave found himself back on his couch.
Summer-Gram was there, still dressed in her schoolgirl outfit but with a few modifications.
She appeared thirty years older and her hair still in pig-tails but now mussed and ill-kept.
She appeared to have a black eye and a missing front tooth as she smoked a bent cigarette.
Her blouse and skirt were threadbare and torn in several places. And she looked eight
months pregnant. “Somethin’ I can help you with, mistah?” she asked with a thick,
scratchy voice, ash falling off her cigarette.

     “I’m so sorry!” Dave cried, “Give me someone else! Someone older! Anybody!”

     Suddenly the hologram of fifty year old Summer Glau was replaced with a ninety-eight
year old Betty White wearing an apron. A pink, lacy apron. And only a pink, lacy apron.
“Will this do, Dave,” Holo-Betty asked in a full, throaty, bedroom voice.

     Dave thought it over for a moment.

     “Nah, never mind.  Think I can cope on my own.”

To be continued…
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