DISCLAIIMER: This is a fictional account of a young girl's needs. If
sexually explicit fiction is offensive to you or illegal in your area,
please stop reading now.
Little Mall Baby, The Complete Story
It seems that most gay men can spot another from a hundred yards off.
They call it "gay-dar". Pretty much the same seems to hold true for
pedophiles who can spot a sexualized target child the same way. As one who
has perfected this "pedo-dar", I don't have a freaking idea how it works
but mine is tuned in to the 9 to 12 year old girls. I can spot a child who
will be totally willing to have sex a mile off. Whether it's the way she
dresses, returns my looks, or maybe it's just the way she moves that sets
off the pedo-dar. And for those of you who don't think little girls want
sex, believe me, you are just fooling yourself.
For example, just last week I was cruising a huge shopping mall in
Atlanta (and, no, I'm not going to admit which one in case the cops want to
review all the surveillance videos). I spotted a covey of young quail - a
group of young girls - walking together. There must have been a dozen of
them, all happy and laughing, pointing to the boys, whispering together,
and - of course - texting. Right in the midst of the group, I spotted one.
She was about the same size and shape of the others, no more than 10 or 11,
slightly under 5 feet tall, and as yet sporting little or no development in
her little titties. Frankly, just exactly the kind of child I enjoy.
There was just something about her and I honestly can't either explain it
or figure it out. All I knew was that this child had been sexualized. She
knew what her little pussy is for and she likes it.
I took my time, pausing in front of a shop, using the glass window as a
mirror to track their movements, watching as they seemed to be doing the
same. It took almost half an hour before our eyes locked on to one
another. She instantly knew what I wanted just as I understood her needs.
Sitting 5 tables away from the gaggle of girls in the food court, our eyes
met again. I let my gaze wander over her tight little body. Light brown,
maybe even dirty blond hair, fairly long, pulled up to a single pony tail
slightly off center in the back, the hair falling over her left shoulder. A
light blue tank top hidden behind a darker blue vest with low cut sides, a
slightly above the knees denim skirt, white cotton knee socks and high top
Converse tennis. Our gaze held for a moment before she turned her head and
got back into the group discussion. But then she signaled me. Her knees
parted as she turned to the table. Instead of swinging both legs, she
swung her left leg in first, leaving her right leg where it was. I got a
nice glimpse of white panty. She shot a last quick glance my way to make
sure I'd seen her. I nodded slightly, acknowledging her show.
I slowly consumed the worst slices of pizza I'd even eaten and bided my
time. I had made contact. Now I had to wait. It didn't take more than a
few minutes when she again caught my eye. Her head movement was so slight
had I not understood the communication I'd have missed it. A quick head
jerk in the direction of the rest rooms. So slight it could have been my
imagination. I gathered my tray and rose. Tossing my debris in the trash,
I bent down to tie a shoe, glancing toward the child. I saw a small nod
and was rewarded with another panty flash.
I walked slowly towards the far end of the food court and stopped at a
water fountain. My eyes looked back towards where she was and saw her
headed my way. The next obstacle was getting her out of the mall without
looking suspicious - there are cameras everywhere. She paused behind me at
the fountain and spoke first. "Hey, mister, I saw you looking at me."
"Yes, I was. You are so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"I think you are gorgeous. I would love to get to know you."
"You're an old man and I'm just a kid." She glanced back towards her
clan. "You like kids or something?"
"I like you." She fidgeted back and forth. I pressed the issue, "Do you
like old men?" I saw her trying to process the question, wondering what her
answer might be.
"Uh, yeah." She looked down at her feet. "Sometimes."
"It's OK. I understand. You're not like the other girls, are you?"
"How you know that? I mean what makes you say that?"
"Because you know stuff that they don't. You may be younger than some
of them but you know more than they do, don't you? You've done things they
haven't, haven't you?"
"How you know that?" I smiled at her. Hell, I almost salivated. She
was a little doll. Tiny, thin, undeveloped, clear complexion, and sexy as
they come. I knew I could have her.
"I know, my child, and I will be here tomorrow at this same time waiting
for you. Come alone, you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I will be here. But what if I can't come? Will you be here
again?"
"No. You must be here tomorrow. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I will be here. You won't hurt me, will you?"
"Not if you're a good girl."
I'd talked to her too long already. I turned and left her at the water
fountain. I had no idea how long the group would stay at the mall but I
waited a half hour in my car outside hoping to see her again. I finally
left, unsatisfied. I masturbated twice that evening thinking about her. I
wished I'd asked her name.
The next afternoon found me in the food court again dressed in jeans and
a worn denim shirt, trying to look as young as I could. At 45, it's not
that easy. Slugging down a damned near flat Coke. God, I hate food
courts. If it weren't for the kids hanging out there I'd never go near one.
At 3 sharp, my little target scared the hell out of me. I'd been facing
the entrance when she suddenly sat down next to me. I hadn't seen her
coming.
"Hey."
"Hey back at you." She looked great. Wearing make-up and eye liner
today made her look a few years older - not that I wanted her to look
older. She wore another tank top but no cover up today. It looked like the
same denim skirt she had on yesterday. No knee socks or tennis today, just
a pair of flat sandals. Her toenails were in bad need to attention -
patches of blue polish that did nothing to enhance her feet.
"You wanna do something?" She asked.
"I want to take you to my place." She nodded.
"You ain't gonna hurt me, are you?" I could feel her nervousness.
"Are you going to do what I say?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you have nothing to worry about. We're just going to have fun,
OK?" She didn't answer, just stood and reached for me hand. We exited the
mall hand in hand, a little girl beside me, her head occasionally resting
on my shoulder. I opened the car door for her and she climbed in. "Pull
your skirt up to your waist so I can see you, you understand?"
"Yes, sir." She lifted off the seat hiked her skirt to her waist,
keeping her head down, her eyes averted. She wore pink hip hugger panties,
not very little girl-like.
"Keep your legs spread." She spread her legs. "Wider." She spread them
wider. I closed the door and walked around to the driver side. "Is this
what you want?" She barely nodded. "Answer me. Is this what you want me
to do?" "Yes, sir... just, please, don't hurt me, OK?"
"You want to do this, don't you?" Another nod. "And you've done this
before, haven't you? Answer me."
"Yes, sir."
"And you like it, don't you?"
"Yes, sir... but..."
"But what?"
"Are you going to put it in me?"
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes, sir, but only in the front, OK? Not in the back. That hurts...
and you said you wouldn't hurt me, OK?"
"You only like it in the front, is that right? You want me to put it in
your pussy but not in your bottom?"
"Yes, sir, just in my - uh - yes, sir. Just up front. OK?" She finally
looked up at me. Her eyes were slightly watery. I reached me hand behind
her neck and pulled her face to mine and gently kissed her full lips. So
soft and tender, just a child.
"What is your name, little girl?"
"Ginger."
"How old are you, Ginger"
"Uh, I'm 14."
"No you're not. You're much younger than that. Tell me the truth. How
old are you?" She squirmed in the seat a bit before she answered.
"You won't like me if I tell you."
"Yes I will, Ginger, tell me the truth."
"I'll be 12 next month."
"So you're 11. Say it."
"I'm eleven."
"What grade are you in, Ginger?"
"I'll be going into the fifth grade. We move around a lot. I missed a
year." She slowly began opening up. I didn't want to know too much, just
to get her home and naked.
I pulled the car into traffic and headed south towards my place, being
thankful that I could pull into the garage without having to get out of the
car. I surely didn't want nosy neighbors seeing me take a child into the
house. "Turn towards me. I want to see your panties."
"Yes, sir." She did as she was told. My god, I've found a total little
child submissive. She crooked her leg, put it up on the seat towards me,
raised her skirt a little higher and showed me her pink panties.
"You have any hair on your pussy yet?"
"No, sir. My daddy said I have to be 13 before I get any hair... then
I have to shave it all off every day."
"Your daddy likes your pussy?"
"Yes, sir. But sometimes he hurts me."
"He puts it in your behind?"
"Yes, sir. He says he has to do it because he loves me but it still
hurts." She again glanced up at me. "You ain't gonna do that, are you?
You promised not to hurt me."
`You do everything I tell you to do and I won't hurt you." I freaking
lied. I wanted to hurt her and felt I probably would. I sure as hell was
going to fuck her young brains out - assuming she had any, that is. We
rounded the last corner, I pushed the remote for my garage and swung into
the dark room without pausing. I closed the door behind us. "Come here,
little girl. What did you say your name is?"
"Ginger. I told you my name is Ginger."
"Get those panties off, Ginger. I want to see your pussy. Do it now."
She almost jumped to comply. "Does your daddy like to see your pussy,
Ginger?"
"Yes, sir."
"How often does he fuck you?" My wording got more of a reaction than I
thought it would.
"Oh, he don't fuck me, mister. My daddy makes love with me. I'm all
he's got." "What do you mean, you're all he's got?"
"My momma ran off two years ago. I'm my daddy's wife now."
"Does he know you like being with other men?"
"My gosh, no, sir. He's tan my hide if he knew." She took my hand as I
helped her out of the car. We walked into the kitchen from the garage.
"Truth is, when he's working I get real lonely and when I get lonely I get
this way."
"What way?"
"Well, it's like yesterday. I went to the mall with those girls. I
didn't really know but one of them. I was there looking for a man." She
almost stumbled over her own feet as we walked towards my bedroom. "I
don't understand it myself but sometimes I just gotta do it. I gotta find
a man."
"What do you mean? You get horny?"
"Horny?"
"I mean you feel you have to have sex?"
"No, sir. I just gotta get filled up. I can't help it. I gotta have a
man put it in me." She looked honestly worried. "It's so scary, though.
Some mens want to hurt me. Ain't it enough that you can put it in me up
front? You can touch me all over, even touch me in back, you can even take
pictures of me if you wants, just please don't hurt me."
"You been with a lot of men? I mean, you're only eleven. How many men
have put it in you?"
"Well, counting you, and you ain't done it yet, that's nine. And that's
not counting those boys at school or Mr. Taylor, my teacher. He don't
count."
"He don't count - uh, he doesn't count? Why not?"
"Mr. Taylor's nice. I let him fill me up all the time. He never tries
to put it in me from behind. All he wants to do is to touch me all over."
She looked amused. "He gets all crazy just touching my boobies and I ain't
even got any of them. He gets all hard and then he wants to put it in me.
I always let him do it, too. I like him. He ain't that good though."
"Why aren't you with him today?"
"Oh, I gotta have new men all the time." She looked up at me as we
reached the bedroom door. I pushed it open and she looked inside. "We
gonna do it now?"
I looked at the horny child, small, not even five feet tall, thin, very
thin. I felt that I could probably break her in half without a lot of
effort. Her dirty blond hair again pulled back in a pony tail. The yellow
tank top barely concealing her little frame. "Take your top off. I want
to see your titties." She held her hands up to allow me to peel off the
top.
"I ain't got titties yet. I don't know why mens like them." I liked
them because they were adorable. The size of dimes, her little nipples
pointed out. No foundation visible under them but gently feeling her chest
proved that something was beginning to happen under there - little firm
mounds that hadn't done much more than thinking about growing. But the
promise was there. I felt her chest, ran my hands down her stomach, up
over her shoulders, her arms. I was intent on feeling every inch of the
child's body. I ran my palms over her skinny little back, then down to her
ass over her shirt which had fallen back down. I reached the hem and
touched her bare legs. Holding her steady with my left hand, my right went
to her ankles. I unbuckled her sandal and slid it off her foot. I did the
same with her left foot.
"I'm going to take your skirt off now, OK" She nodded, her eyes almost
closed, loving the attention she was getting. I was being so gentle with
her now. That would change I thought. Little did I know.
"Yes, sir. I wants to be naked. I like being naked." Sounded more like
`nekkid' to me. Her body enflamed me. No waist line, no development, her
mound was fat and full, the slit slightly open. She stood with her feet
should width apart, giving me a great view of her baby pussy. I reached
for it.
"No, please. Don't touch it with your fingers. Please. That hurts,
OK?"
"I can't touch it?"
"You can do ever thing else, but don't put your fingers in me, OK. I
mean you can kiss it, you can bite it, do all them things mens like to do,
but don't put your fingers in it, OK?" I wondered who had done something to
her that hurt her with his fingers. But, hey, as long as I can put my cock
in her, who cares about fingers?
"Do you want me to put my dick in it?"
"Oh, yes, sir. I want that a lot. I want you to put it in me. I need
that. You want to take some pictures first? I like to model some." I
watched her strike a few quick poses, none of which looked very hot...
hand on one hip, other hand behind her head, hip thrust out to the side.
It did make my dick twitch but looked like something out of another
generation.
"Sure, my little darling... lay on the bed on your side..." I proceeded
to give her some easy directions as I snapped off twenty quick pictures. I
felt my cock growing as each shot was taken. I was going to fuck this
child like a street whore. Her legs and ass fascinated me. Slender legs,
pale smooth skin, straight as a pencil, her little knees knobby as any kids
- and then she would open her legs to give me a great shot of her cunt.
"Flip over. Let me see your butt."
"You ain't gonna hurt it, are you? You promised."
"No, baby. Just kiss it and take some pictures of it. You don't mind
that, now, do you?"
"No. You can kiss it all over. I like that." I sat on the bed beside
her and bent down to kiss her skinny little butt. No beautiful bubble butt
to languish over but a tight little ass. I kissed the top of her crack and
let my tongue wander down it, licking her gently as I moved. I grasped her
butt cheeks and spread it open, shoving my face in her ass, my tongue
probing for her rosebud. I found it and tickled it with my tongue. I
spread her open as far as I could. She tensed.
"Don't hurt me!"
"No, baby. I'm just going to kiss it, OK?" I shoved my face back into
her ass. In moments she was squirming.
"Please, mister. Please put it in me now, OK? Please?"
"You want me to fuck you now?"
"No, not fuck me. Just fill me up, OK? Just put it in." She twisted
her body around until she lay on her back. "Put it in deep, OK?"
"Would you like to be on top so you can control...."
"NO. I want you to lay on me like my Daddy does and just put it in me."
I moved over on top of the small child and lifter her legs up, pushing her
knees to her shoulders. My god she looked fantastic. Young, small, thin,
bent double, her tight little pussy - hairless, smooth, soft, delicate -
looking up at me. I wanted to pound the shit out of it.
My cock isn't that big, maybe a little over 7 inches on full hard but
it's fairly large in girth. I knew her cunt would be tight as hell. I ran
the tip of my cock up and down her little slit. This wasn't going to be
easy. I reached for my night stand and found a half full tube of KY and
lubed both her and me, then repositioned my dick at her hole. "Be ready,
baby. Here it comes." I found her hole and shoved lightly. I felt it
give, expand to take me, then the head popped in. she grimaced.
"Shove it in, mister. Please fill me up. I need it. I gets a little
crazy when I'm filled up so don't get mad at me, OK? Just shove it in. Do
it deep, OK? Put it in me." I shoved. With the lube and her experience, I
was three inches in on my first thrust. I started to pull out and shove in
again. "NO, don't pull it out. Shove more, do it hard, OK?" I shoved in,
her unlubed tunnel offering only slight resistance. God, she felt good,
tight, as expected, but good. She took me all the way in. I let her lay
there a moment getting used to it..
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, that feels good, Mister." I stated to pull out
to begin thrusting. "NO NO NO, don't pull it out. NO, push more. Push
all the way in." I'm in all the way, I thought to myself. I ground my
pelvis against her, shoving as hard as I thought she could take. I easily
felt the head of my cock pressing against the depths of her womb. I pushed
more, as hard as I could. I wanted to start pounding the child. I
pulled.....
"NO. Keep it there. Push more." She began grinding her tiny clit
against my pelvic bone, humping it, rolling her hips around, pushing her
little pelvis tightly against me. I started to pump...
"NO, NO, No mister. Do it like daddy does, not like Mr. Taylor. Shove
it in, fill me up.... IIIIIIIIIIIIII" she started squealing. "More,
mister, do it hard like Daddy." She ground against me, damned near
beginning to hurt me.
"Oh god, oh fuck, do it, fill me, do me, fuck me, hurt me, oh god, ohh
god it feels good, shove more, push, push, push, oh yes, oh yes, oh more,
do it harder, do it to me Daddy, oh god, oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, push, fill
me, fuck me.... No No No don't cum, don't cum, not like Mr Taylor, press
down on me, push me down, lay on me, smother me, push. OH GOD, EEEEEEEEEE,
more, harder, yes, daddy yes Daddy, Oh god Daddy..." I think it started
then. I lost track of what she was saying, I wasn't even sure what
language she was using. The only words that made sense to me were Daddy
and god. The child bucked against me, lifted me off the bed. I shoved
hard into her, felt her entire body quiver, heard her gasp of air and she
was gone - passed out cold, limp under me, her cunt seeming to milk my
cock. Fuck it, I started thrusting, pulling out, shoving in, fucking her
dead-to-the-world little body. My climax came from the tips of my toes,
ran up my legs, into my balls, and exploded into her. I held it in until I
softened, then gently removed it.
I kept her with me until five o'clock. She wanted a repeat but my
climax had been so intense that I wanted to fuck instead of just holding it
in her - or filling her up as she put it. We made a date for tomorrow.
We'll see how it goes. She'll probably let Mr Taylor fuck her at school.
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 myself 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 wonderful 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 myself 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.
Dear Diary,
My bottom doesn't hurt anymore. I know my Daddy said he had to do that
to show me how much he loves me but then Uncle Timmy did it, too. I guess
he loves me as much as Daddy does. But it sure hurted me a lot.
Since Mommy left us and Uncle Timmy married me to my Daddy, I always
thought Uncle Timmy wanted to put it in me, too. I just didn't want him to
put it in my bottom like that. He was rough and Daddy seemed to like it.
It's OK when Daddy does it, but he always puts It in my front first. I
like that a lot. He puts it in and just holds it there until I have my
spell. Uncle Timmy just didn't do it right.
But now Daddy and Uncle Timmy have gone to Laska to look for gold and
I'm living with Auntie Gin. I don't know what I'm going to do. I gotta
get somebody to fill me up. I got so used to Daddy doing it for me every
day that I just have to do it with somebody. But who? Maybe I can go to
the mall and see if I can find somebody.
Ginger sat in the mall food court slowly sucking on a semi-flat Coke,
her right leg crossed over her left, her little black size 3 flat barely
hanging on to her toes as she bounced her leg up and down. She was
obviously nervous and trying valiantly to wander into uncharted waters for
herself. She had needs - physical needs to have a man inside her - but no
idea how to fulfill them. After half an hour, she gave up and went to Aunt
Ginnie's. She'd try again tomorrow.
Dear Diary It was horrible. I sat there forever and didn't see anybody
that looked like I could even talk to them. But today at school I tried
something I'd been thinking about. Remember Bobby Gray? He's in my class
at school. Well, I thought maybe he could do it so I let him feel me up.
He's been trying to touch my titties so today I let him. We had just gone
out to the ball field to play. He did it to me under the bleachers. I
showed him my titties and he went nutsy. I thought maybe I could get him
to put it in me but it didn't work out. I felt him up and he was just too
small to be of any use. I need a bigger one than he got. Bye
Uh, I guess I'm supposed to tell what happened. I'm Bobby Gray. I'm
12. I been seeing this girl, Ginger, in school for a coupla years and she's
sexy as hell. There's days she even smells like she been having sex. No,
really. It's like you can smell her pussy or something. I been wanting to
feel her up forever. So today it was like she wanted me to do it. We was
out in the school yard, out by the ball field? I seen her kinda duck under
the bleachers. She looked back at me and smiled. Sos I follows her under
there and she just stood there looking at me. I didn't know what to do so
I just says Hi. She done lifted up her shirt and let me see her titties.
They was beautiful! I ain't never seed a girl do that before. Sos I
didn't waist no time. I went right up to her and started feeling her up
real good. Like she wanted it, you know? Then she kinda turned toward me
and guess what she done? She touched my willy! I ain't kidding. She
touched it. I thought I'd pass out it felt so good. Ain't nobody ever
touched me like that before. I think I might be able to fuck her
someday...
Dear Diary I'm gonna try again after school today. Bye
The mall was crowded, the usual for a Friday afternoon. Toby Bracket,
the electrician, had put in a full week and was glad to be off early. At
45, he was happily divorced and frequently found himself trolling the local
malls, hoping to find something young and willing. Sitting a few yards
away from the Pizza Hut in the food court, he tried not to be totally
obvious. He had a tray in front of him filled with all the pizza
trimmings. He'd been there almost half an hour before he spotted a young
girl who looked as if she was alone.
The girl looked lost. He noticed her looking around as if trying to
find her family or her friends. Then, surprisingly, she slowly walked
towards Toby.
"OK if I sit here, mister?"
"Uh, yeah, of course you can." I couldn't believe this little angel. My
head was swimming. Young, maybe no more than 10 or 12, petite, light brown
hair, maybe even blond. Tiny kid. Totally undeveloped. She's wearing a
pale blue jumper, a thin white blouse under it and frilly white ankle socks
with little black flats. The jumper reached to just above her bony little
knees. I felt my cock respond to her presence. Why was she wanting to sit
at my table? There were dozens of open tables.
"Can I ask you a question, mister?" She squirmed closer to me in the red
plastic chair. She practically whispered in my ear.
"Yes, of course you can, sweetheart."
"Uh, do you like little girls, mister?"
"What do you mean, do I like little girls?" I instantly felt a fear
factor arise. Is someone watching us, did someone put her up to this? Am
I in deep shit here?
"Mister, I got a problem."
"Are you in some kind of trouble, little girl?" She stood, leaned into
me, I couldn't believe it when she actually groped me as she spoke.
"I need a man, mister." Her lips touched my ear as she spoke. "I need a
man to put it in me." My cock jumped, wanted out of my pants and into this
little doll.
I whispered back, "You mean you want me to fuck you? Are you serious?"
"I need it in me, mister. I used to get it every day but now my Daddy's
gone away and I gotta have it. Please, mister, can you do it for me? I
bees serious. I need it." She almost stamped her little foot, for
emphasis. This was a child in heat. She was desperate for a fucking.
"What I gotta give you to do that?"
"You ain't gotta give me nothing. But can we go do it now, please,
huh?"
The pair rose together, the child taking hold of the man's hand as they
headed for the exit. From a dozen tables away Mr. Taylor, Ginger's home
room teacher watched the whole thing. He followed them to the parking lot.
He watched the man grab the child's ass as he helped her into his car.
They drove off together leaving the teacher with an erection. Toby lived
alone in a small bungalow not far from the mall. Ginger moved closer to
him in the car and looked up at him. "Can I touch it?"
"Of course you can, girl. You're going to touch it a lot, aren't you?"
Toby was getting hotter for this child by the minute. "And it's going to
touch you all over, isn't it?"
"Well, maybe. But only in the front, OK?"
"We'll see how it goes. I got a question. You said you want me to put
it in you. What do you mean by that?"
"It's what my Daddy taught me. He don't do that fuck thing up front,
only in back. I don't like it in back but he holds me real tight and
pushes it in up front. That's what I like."
"So you don't really want me to fuck you... just put it in?"
"Yeah. OK?"
"Don't you think mine's too big for you?"
"It's gotta be big to do it right, OK?"
Toby thought about that as he pulled into his driveway. Here was a
willing kid who was definitely going to get fucked - and fucked hard.
"Let's get inside sorta quick, OK? I don't need nosy neighbors seeing
you." They quickly reached the back door. Toby pushed the girl inside and
closed the door. He picked the child up, hugging her to him and brought
her lips to his. The kiss was less than gentle. He was a man with needs
now. Her's was not the foremost on his mind.
He pressed his lips to hers, using his tongue to open her lips, pushing
in roughly into her mouth. Ginger had never felt a kiss like this before
and wasn't sure she liked it.
"Whatcha doin' mister? I ain't never done that before," her little
immature head was spinning with the sensation. "Ain't it nasty to put your
tongue in somebody's mouth like that?"
"You ain't never been kissed?"
"My daddy kisses me... but not like that."
"Little darling, we gonna do a buncha things you might never have done
before, OK? " He didn't wait for a reply. "An' I bet you gonna like them,
too, ain't cha? Now let's get them clothes off'n ya." He reached for the
straps of her jumper, bringing them down off her shoulders. "We're gonna
take our time getting you naked, girl. This is fun." Ginger liked the man
immediately. He was gentle, taking his time to appreciate her. He pulled
the jumper strap off her other shoulder and reached for her tiny breasts.
"Oh, my god, child. You ain't got nothing, do you?" Ginger almost welled
up with tears.
"No, child. That's not bad. It's good. That means you are as young a
kid as I like. I don't like big titties. I like little girls like you."
He felt her chest, one side then the other. His cock quickly reacted. He
knew he was going to enjoy himself with her. "Let's get them buttons
undone, OK?" Ginger reached for the top button but Toby blocked her arm.
"No, child. I'm gonna undress you." He put his hand behind her head and
drew her mouth to his again. Their lips touched in a gentle kiss. He held
her to him, pulling her tiny body against his, their kiss lingering, his
tongue softly exploring her mouth. She submitted to him.
As he kissed her he undid the top three buttons on her thin blouse. "I
gonna feel you up now, girl. I'm gonna feel you all over." Ginger stood
there allowing the man to touch her. His hand went inside her top,
touching her bare flesh, his fingers finding her taut little nipples. He
gently ran the tips of his fingers over one, then the other. Without
warning, he took the left one in between his thumb and forefinger and
rolled it, rolled gently at first, then harder until the little girl
moaned. Harder still, using his fingernail, forcing his nail into her
tender nipple. Ginger winced, tried to pull back but he held her fast.
"Don't like too much pain, eh?"
"No. I don't like to be hurt. You hurted me." Toby chuckled at her
protest, knowing full well that her "hurt" was far from over. Today the
child would be hurt.
"You can put it in me, though, OK, mister? That's what I like. Put it
in me, OK"
"Yes, girl, I'll put it in you. But gotta get you naked first." He
undid the remaining 2 buttons and slipped the thin blouse off her
shoulders, allowing it to fall half way down her back. "I love that flat
chest, girl. I love it. Little girls are the hottest." He bent forward
and engulfed the tiny nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking it, then
moved to enjoy the other. His cock was raging hard and anxious for
release. "You can feel my cock, little girl. Is it too big for you to
handle?" Ginger wrapped one hand around it through the man's pants. It
felt huge.
"No, sir. That feels nice. It gonna feel real good inside me. Can we
do it now?"
"Not yet, child. I ain't in no rush. Why? You gotta be somewhere?"
"I gotta bees home by 5." It was now 3:30. Plenty of time to enjoy her.
He stripped the blouse off her arms, pulling her now topless body to him
and kissing her neck, her shoulders, her lips. He let his tongue explore
her mouth as he began to unzip the jumper. It fell to the floor exposing
her little white cotton panties. She lifted one foot, then the other,
allowing the man to remove her clothes. She stood before him in panties,
frilly little ankle socks, and black flats. He gently reached for her
panty covered pussy and caressed it.
"You got any hair on your cunt yet?" She shook her head.
"Not yet. My daddy says I will have when I'm 13."
"How old are you now?" Toby realized he hadn't asked her how old she
was.
"Eleven."
"ELEVEN! Man, you really are just a child, aren't you?"
"But you can put it in me, OK? I need it in me, mister, I really do. I
ain't had nobody in me since my Daddy and Uncle Timmy left. That was weeks
ago. I gotta have it..." She started crying as she muttered on about her
needs. The sight of her tears was exciting, a genuine turn on. Toby
hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties as he licked her tears
off her cheeks.
"Yeah, girl, I'm gonna put it in you. I'm gonna put it in you good and
hard. You like that? You likes that don't you, child?" He stripped her
shoes off her feet as he slid her panties off, leaving on her little
sockies. He picked her naked body up and again brought her lips to his,
lifting her with one hand under her bare little butt cheeks, carrying her
to his bed. "I gonna put it in you now, child. You spread them legs wide
for me, you understand?" She spread her legs as far open as she could,
waiting for him to plunge inside her, to fill her up. Instead he went down
on her, tasting the incredible sweetness of a baby cunt. Sucking her
entire vulva in his mouth, he shoved his tongue inside her. Her hairless
slit tasted wonderful, his tongue washed over it, shoved inside it, found
her tiny undeveloped clit and devoured it. Ginger's head fell backwards,
her eyes rolled up in her head. No one had ever tasted her before. It was
heaven.
Toby shoved three fingers into her, roughly shoving them to the hilt,
twisting his hand inside her, searching for a G-spot, not knowing if a
child was developed enough to have one. She was close to a maximum climax
as withdrew his fingers and rubbed the tip of his oozing cockhead up and
down her perfect little slit. She lifted her hips to encourage his entry
as he shoved his steel hard fuck tool into her.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, that feels good. Yes, mister, shove it all the
way in, force it in, shove hard, lay on me, hold me down, lay on...
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Oh god, harder, again, shove
more.........UUNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH UNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
Oh god, more, do it more, UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH
Ginger passed out cold but the man kept shoving, using her child's cunt
for his pleasure and the pleasure was intense. Twice as the child
orgasmed, the man filled her with his child fucking cum. He realized she
had passed out but he continued to use her. He withdew, flipped her over
and shoved his face into her ass, spreading her ass cheeks open, shoving
his tongue into her butt hole, tasting the child's most private place.
Spitting into it for lube, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down,
finding just the right spot and he shoved, He felt his cock head pop into
her. Ginger awoke screaming with the pain.
"NO, MISTER, NO. In front, please. Not in back!" Toby paid no
attention as her tiny sphincter gripped his engorged cock. Such a tight
grip, such a tiny hole, such incredible pleasure... he ground his cock
deeply into the girl, pounding her tiny ass as hard as he could. He felt a
climax surging forward, he knew he would dump another load - his third in
half an hour, a record for him. But the excitement was there, the girl
child was just what he needed, what he longed for, what he had. The
climactic sensation over whelmed him, his head spun with it, he unloaded
deeply in her bowels, burst after burst of hot man cum shot into her ass as
she screamed in protest.
He lay there slumped over the child for what seemed an eternity.
"You shouldn'a done that, mister. I told you only in the front. You
done took advantage of me."
"Yeah, sorry about that, kid. It was just too good not to have it. I
really needed that as much as you did, though."
"You needed it?"
"Yeah." Ginger thought about that for a moment, finally realizing that
others had needs as well. Well, OK, then. But you gotta promise not to do
it again, OK?" The man shook his head and cuddled against the small naked
girl in his bed. After a very short shared nap, Ginger asked, "Can you put
it in me, again?"
Feedback is always welcome. Daren Peters
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