Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sex in Memphis in August Mg, ped, con This tale is pure fiction. I have never been to Memphis. I get my landmarks thanks to Google Earth. This is a tale of sexual relations between adults and consenting children. If it is illegal to read this material where you live, then fuck off. If you are under 18, what the hell are you doing on this site? I take no responsibility for your acts. Memphis in August can be unbearable. It's hot, it's humid. Air seems to have weight. It was a Sunday afternoon and I hadn't eaten anything but bologna sandwiches for three days. I was thirsty and totally miserable. Like always I had to be out of the mission by early morning, walking the streets, looking f or work, looking for anything to take my mind off the realities of life. When you're a convicted child molester life can be tough. I walked down Poplar towards Overton Park thinking I'd hang out under the trees near the pond. I skirted around the golf course and made my way through the trees. It was so muggy I took off my shirt and tied it around my waist. Families were everywhere, little kids running around, teenagers hanging together in small groups smoking and laughing. Then I saw her. She couldn't have been more than six. She, too, had shed her clothes... all of them. Her dark skin shone in the patchy light beneath the thick trees as she ran. I stood transfixed watching the little black child run. Her thin legs propelled her like a gazelle, running, jumping, laughing as she flew past me. Her bare bubble bottom held firm as she bounced professing her muscular youth. My slender cock immediately felt the unrelenting urge to follow her. Within moments she was back. Her chest was pancake flat, no hint of any development, her tummy sunken, her hips barely flaring with the hope of children yet to come. Her tiny cunt was perfect in every respect. I had no doubt that she would taste of sweat and piss and I longed to suck my own cum from her. Her next pass was moments later. She looked at me as she ran in my direction. I smiled broadly, wanting her to feel appreciated. She paused not five feet from me, allowing me the intense pleasure of admiring her nude young body. Bare foot, she stood not more than four feet tall, maybe 50 pounds soaking wet, as she was. Her skin was a full chocolate brown, sleek and smooth, glistening wet with her sweat. Her curly black hair was pulled back into two pigtails, one on each side of her head. When she smiled back at me the world lit up with her innocent beauty, her nostrils flaring as she panted slightly. Devoid of an hourglass figure, she was a pencil. No curve, no little titties bulging, no musculature, just a little naked black child with the sweetest smile I had ever seen. She looked up at me and spoke. "You gots any candy, mister?" The only candy I could think of was the mouth load of cream I wanted to give her. She stood there not the least concerned about her total nudity. I quickly glanced around and realized that we were alone, hidden by the growth of trees, out of sight of any prying eyes that might prevent me from doing what I wanted, and I wanted this forward child. Wanted her badly. "No, my little doll. No candy, but I do have a hot dog." "You do? Can I have it? Where is it?" She was full of questions. I desperately wanted her innocence. I wanted to devour her, chop her into little pieces and roast her for dinner. My cock was on full hard. "Here it is, honey, right here in my pants." I unzipped my jeans and let my woodie pop out. "That ain't no hot dog, mister. That's a dickie." She almost doubled over laughing. Her sweet little giggles caught me off guard a bit but I quickly recovered. "How do you know it's a dickie?" "Cause my mommy's boyfiends, theys all got dickies, `cept they's got big black `uns, not a little white one like you gots," she chided me. I felt strangely inadequate at the comparison. She was staring at my cock, my "dickie", and she stepped closer. " But you sure gots a pretty one." Glancing up to my eyes, she asked, "Kin I touch it?" I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to my ankles, feeling she would not bolt. The child reached her hand out and wrapped her small fingers around the shaft. I almost came at her touch. "You likes to squirt?" she asked as she began slowly jacking my stiff rod up and down. "You ain't got as much skin as most." I realized mine might have been the first cut cock she had ever seen. "You seen a lot of dickies?" "Yeah. I seen lots of `em. Big ones, small ones, some that bends off to the side. I ain't never seen a white one before, tho. I likes dickies." With no warning, she licked the tip. She examined it closely, lifting it up, looking at the underside, her eyes wide with wonder. "Yours is different, ain't it?" she asked with a quizzical grin. Her touch was indescribably delicate and intense. I was on the edge of "squirting" in her little black face. I knelt in front of her and reached around to feel her firm bubble butt. I caressed the left cheek, admiring the sleek feel of her black skin, so different in texture from white, her's more smooth, more sleek, more exciting. I reached for her crack and lightly ran my fingers from top to bottom and back again. My mind raced at the possibilities. I moved my hand lower, daring to reach between her legs. She bent at the knees and spread herself open for me. I ran my hand up to the prize, the slick, hairless child pussy. Her slit was damp. Could it have been from the heat of running or was this little child sexually wet? It was slippery. I eased a finger into her tight slit, found her little hole and felt it clamp down on my finger as I inserted it to the first knuckle. Her reaction thrilled me. She opened her thin legs wider. Was I going to fuck her, was I going to eat her, was I going to get away with whatever we were doing? She took my cock full in her mouth, no little bit at a time. The child opened her mouth and took me into her, swallowing quickly to take in the last of my white six inches. OK, I lied. Five inches. She had all of it in her little mouth. She sucked on it, began moving her head back and sliding it in again. She was sucking me. Her tongue moved swiftly around the crown, sending sensations to my toes. No one had ever given me s ensations like that. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the heat of being sucked by a beautiful black child. Had the Memphis police happened upon us at that moment I would have happily faced the charges. Instead, just as the girl swallowed for the ninety-seventh time, or so it felt, I exploded my load deep in her tiny throat, just as her mother found us. "Wha'chu you doin', chile?" Caught between an orgasm and a moment of panic, I continued pumping into the child's mouth, ready to yank my cock out, hoping not to lose the head of it on her incisors, grab my pants and make a run for it. "Jes sucking this white man's dickie, Mama. It taste gooood." Mama stood there, her hands on her broad hips, shaking her head. "Mister, I sorry about my chile. She been runnin' these woods nekkid all her life. She love finding some mens she can suck on. Like candy to her. Been doing it since I got her off the tit." I felt a rush of relief that almost made me light headed. "You wants to fuck something, she too small. I gots a 12 year old that do it if'n you wants." I've heard that if you go black, you never go back. I may never.