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 To understand who Mr Taylor is and how he fits into Ginger's life, read the
first chaper, Little Mall Baby.  Enjoy other works from Daren Peters as
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   LITTLE MALL BABY - MR TAYLOR

   I don't want anyone to think I am some pervert or anything...  because
I'm not.  I'm a school teacher.  I teach social studies at an elementary
school here in Atlanta.  Something happened a few months ago that changed
me - and changed my life - totally upside down.

   I had seen this little girl in my class.  I teach 5th and 6th grades. 
She had been in one of my classes last year.  This year she's in my
homeroom so I see her often.  Her name is Ginger.  She's in the 6th grade
so she's either 11 or 12 now.  I think she's still eleven.  Anyhow, I had
some shopping to do right after school back in September so I went to
********* ****** Mall.

   I'd missed lunch due to playground duty so I stopped by the food court
to grab something to eat.  I saw her there.  She was sitting next to an
older guy - looked like maybe in his 50's - and she was whispering
something to him.  At first I thought maybe he was her dad but there was
something about the way she was acting that just didn't seem right to me.
Then I saw her look around, it looked like she was checking to see if
anyone was watching her.  Then she groped him!  Honest to god, she reached
her hand into his lap and groped his dick.  I couldn't believe it.

   Well, I instantly got a hard on.  I freaking couldn't believe that this
cute little child was feeling up some guy in the food court.  A few minutes
later, they walked out together hand in hand.  I just had to see where they
were headed so I fell in behind them.  I kept a lot of people between us so
she didn't see me and I followed them to the parking lot outside.  He
helped her into a car.  From where I was standing I swear I saw her feel
her ass as she got in.  They drove off but I got his license plate number.

   My head was reeling thinking about what I had seen and what I imagined
was going to happen.  Ginger was headed off with some old guy and was
probably going to have sex with him.  My cock was so hard it hurt.  Damn!
I'd never - and I mean NEVER - had sex with a child.  Sure, I think about
it, maybe even want it, but I never did it.  But maybe now...

   First of all, Ginger is just a child.  She's tiny.  Probably doesn't
weigh more than 85 pounds, if that much.  She's not the least bit
developed. She's got what I call dirty blond hair, not exactly blond, but
not brown.  She always wears it in a pony tail that bounces back and forth
when she walks.  She's a delight to see run with her thin legs and... 
shit. I guess I've been watching her more closely than I though.  I started
dreaming about her, OK, jacking off thinking about her.  I decided to
explore my options the next day.

   The first thing I did was to rework the seating chart.  I'd let the kids
sit anywhere they wanted and Ginger had wound up sitting over by the
windows about half way back.  I could barely see her sitting there.  I
spent an hour trying different configurations and reasons for the changes
and finally came up with a sort of alphabetical arrangement that put her in
the front row, just to the left of center.  From my desk, I could have a
clear shot at her legs.  I was hoping she would continue to wear the short
skirts she normally wears.  Maybe, just maybe, I could see her panties from
time to time.  It didn't take half an hour for me to get my first glimpse.

   Ginger sat there looking at her workbook in my social studies class. 
Everyone was busy with the assignment.  I'd cocked my chair a little bit
towards her and kept an eye on her.  Twice sshe caught me looking at her.
The second time I got a big smile from her.  It was like we connected, like
she knew what I was doing.  Then she turned slightly towards me, almost
looking as if she were merely getting more comfortable on the hard wooden
seat.  Then she spread her legs, slouched down in the chair, and gave me a
full view of her white panties.  She lifted her right knee up off the floor
to make sure I could see what I wanted to see.  There, with sunlight
streaming in from the windows, was a beautiful view of a child's panty
covered pussy.  She stared directly into my eyes to be certain I saw her. I
nodded to confirm the appreciation of the show and she nodded back.  I
damned near came in my pants.  A child was seducing me.  And my greatest
fear had been realized.  I wanted sex with a child.  And I had no way to
stop it.

   At 2:45, classes were over for the day.  I was packing up, doing all the
last minute chores that only teachers know about.  In the back of my mind I
was rehashing what had happened when Ginger came in carrying her little
pink backpack.

   "I saw you looking at me."

   "Uh, yes.  I was.  And I saw what you did."

   "Did you like seeing my panties?" I felt trapped.  Was she recording our
conversation?  Was I just shy of going to jail for even thinking what was
going through my mind?

   "Ginger, I must admit, I found your display very attractive." She cocked
her head to the side.

   "I don't know what that means.  Mr.  Taylor, I really need to know how
you feel.  I mean if you liked it then maybe there's something else you
might like to do, OK?" I felt s bead of sweat roll down my back.

   "Well, yes, Ginger.  I did enjoy it but what are you talking about?" She
glanced at my crotch and stepped forward.  Her little hand reached out and
touched me.  Not just me but IT.  She touched my dick!

   "Mr.  Taylor, I was thinking you might like to put that in me."

   "Put it in you?" I was almost stammering.  "You mean fuck you?"

   "Don't you like me?  Don't you want to see me naked and touch me?" the
child was making my head spin.  "Mens always want to do that to me.  Don't
you?" She lifted her skirt to her waist.  That bead of sweat was becoming a
stream instead of a bead.  "You can touch me."

   It was surreal, like I was watching my self do something, not like I was
doing it.  I watched my hand reach out and gently touch the child's
pro-offered vagina, her soft cotton white panties.  With my fingers I
gently felt the impression of her little slit.  I had crossed a line I
could never retreat from.  I became a child molester.  There was no going
back.  I had to have his child.  Then she did something that forever
altered my mind.  I had no idea the effect it would have on me.

   She pulled her tank top off, stripped it right off herself.  She stood
there topless before me.  Her chest was totally flat.  She had absolutely
no development, no tittes, not a hint of them...  and it was the most
beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.  I fell to my knees before her,
grasped her body, pulled her to me, and latched on to her titty with my
mouth.  My tongue became alive.  I feasted on her breasts.  This tiny child
with a flat little girl chest drove me out of my mind.

   "Put it in me, Mr.  Taylor.  Please put it in me.  I need it, Mr. 
Taylor.  God I need it in me so bad." I picked her up and gently lay her on
the floor behind my desk.  My heart pounded like I'd run a marathon. 
Surely I wasn't going to fuck this child...  but I had lost all control. 
She spread her legs.  Somehow her panties got pulled to one side.  My cock
leaped from my pants.  I have NO recollection of taking them down but
somehow they were around my knees, my cock was rock hard, steel hard,
diamond hard...  and I drove hilt deep in her on the first stroke.

   I was in her.  I was fucking a little girl, a child or maybe 11 or 12, a
child who had forced me to lose all consciousness and rightful thought. 
Never in my mind would I have thought I would violate a child like this but
here I was, balls deep in a tight, wondrously tight pussy.  I pulled back,
ready to plunge into her again.

   "No, no, Mr.  Taylor.  Just push.  Push hard.  Fill me up, push..." I
heard what the child was saying but I had no ability to stop.  I had to
pump, I had to pull out and shove it back in, I had to milk my cock on that
tight pussy.  I started a rhythm, pumping her, fucking her, fucking so
good. My god her pussy was wonderful, so tight, so hot, so wet.  How can a
child be so wet, so good?  I knew instantly that this was a pussy well
fucked, I knew I was not the first on to savor this child's cunt.  I didn't
care.  It didn't matter.  I was fucking her, that tight wonderfull feeling.

   Three strokes, maybe five at the most.  I felt it coming, I knew I would
not last long at all.  I had to fill her with my cum.

   UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh my god, I'm cumming in a
child.  UUNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, oh jesus...  so good, so tight, jesus
god, UUUUUNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

   I was spent.  It'd fucked her.  I'd fucked this innocent little child.
Well, maybe not so innocent but still just a child.  We lay there a moment,
my weight forcing her down.  I started to prop my self up on my arms,
taking my dead weight off her.  She grasped me and pulled me back down.

   "No, not yet, don't leave me.  Please lay on me.  Push it back in, OK? I
know you came but keep it in me, OK?"

   She pushed up, rubbing her pussy hard against my pelvic bone.  "I gotta
get off, Mr.  Taylor.  Push in, stay in me.  Let me do it, OK" she ground
against me, shoving me up, bouncing me on to her.  Her little bak arched,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII a high squeal.  I knew her climax
had hit her.  "More, more, Mr.  Taylor, Push more.  Fill me up... 
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH.

   She came again, more this time, harder.  Then she collapsed.  Dead to
the world.  My cock had grown hard again, this child excited me more than
anything had in years.

   I was still in her.  I could cum again.  She lay there dead to the
world, her thin little legs splayed out to the sides.  I pulled out, shoved
in again.  Damn, just so fucking good.

   Well, that was our first time.  I'm now hooked on her.  All I have to do
is to touch her little chest and I go nuts.  I have to fuck her again and
again.  She always asks me just to put it in and be still but I can't do
that.  I have to fuck her.  I think she's coming to see me again this
afternoon.  I'll let you know.

   Watch for the next chapter - the third man.  There was something special
about him.