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 I Shouldn't Have

   By Donny Brooks

   Mg[8], consensual, molest, oral

   The following literature is provided for mature readers 18 yrs.  of age
or older.  It is a wholly fictional account and is solely as an erotic
fantasy.  The author neither condones nor engages in any of the illegal,
perverted and morally reprehensible actions which are explicitly described
herein.  The character portrayals have no basis in fact and any similarity
to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  This author has
no wish to offend the sensibilities of persons whom may innocently happen
upon this story and urges any reader not particularly compelled to peruse
erotica depicting pedophilic themes to consider another genre entirely.  As
to the discerning readers who seek out these type of stories, for what I
imagine are a myriad of different reasons, the subject of adults engaging
in sex with children is one which I consider to be tragic and all too real,
there are no happy endings.  Those unfortunately afflicted with these
unusual desires no doubt did not intentionally develop these preferences at
the extreme edge of human sexuality and must always, accordingly, conceal
them from the rest of society.  I would implore those people to consider
the consequences of their actions as adults perpetrating coercive acts upon
immature and precious minds and bodies.  A moment of pleasure could cause a
lifetime of pain and self recrimination, for each or any of the victims. 
Common sense would indicate the existence of, at least, two sides to every
story involving human interaction.  I would characterize that in most
instances of this type one might consider each as being victimized by
circumstance beyond their capacity to control.

   I honestly tried to utilize what I've been able to learn from the
real-life experience(s) of several valuable and, ultimately, believable
sources.  They are, and shall remain, anonymous but they have my gratitude
and compassion for relating their disparate views and emotional
perspectives to me from the various viewpoints each has acquired.  All
according to where in the wide spectrum of `sides' generated by this most
taboo aspect of human sexuality they have, unwillingly and unfortunately
for the most part, found themselves.  This is not a fantasy concocted by
the perverted, impossible dreams of an incorrigible pedophile, the hopes of
a `dirty old man' or the actions of a violent child predator/abductor, I
believe these to be popular labels and images with little basis in fact. 
So, this story is not written for a fast stroke, behind a locked door and
alone in front of a monitor.  It does not contain ludicrous scenarios
devoid of believability and dedicated to the mindless self-gratification of
these pariahs of modern society.  And of which, in my mind, impart little
of the integral realities (and none of the resulting long term effects)
commonly associated with this phenomenon.  Specifically, I refer to the
distribution of guilt and the assignation of blame that are engendered and
which will always, inevitably, occur following such events.  The influences
of which, whether or not they remain an untold `secret' or have been
exposed to the light of day, are what I suspect to be the real story.

   Many writers of fiction desire to achieve plausibility, thus satisfying
the demands of very many of those that consume such material.  They ask
themselves (I'm sure), "How believable is my fiction?" In my experience I
have found examples of the truth no one could make up.  Some things are so
bizarre they have to be true.  This is fiction, a story, made up, and the
level of success I humbly hope to reach, that of plausibility, shall be
determined only by you, the reader.  I welcome any and all comments.

   Chapter One

   The bright sunlight of the new June day awoke him.  No, he didn't
awaken. Not really.  That very term implied a normalcy that was
non-existent in Martin Black's life and suggested he'd merely fallen
asleep. He had actually passed out.  Due to the prodigious amounts of
alcohol imbibed and coupled with the effects of very little sleep caused by
the amphetamines he habitually consumed.  Meth, crank, go fast, marching
powder.  He was a user and an abuser.  A wide awake drunk.  A tweaker.  The
vertical blinds adjacent to his bed were raised several inches above the
window sill allowing the light to penetrate into the gloom of his bedroom.
And the fog of his consciousness.  He didn't waken, he came to.  Slowly. 
Regretfully.  Various noises began to pierce his awareness.  The
television, still on, tuned to whatever channel had been on when he finally
faded.  The twittering of birds in the backyard.  Cheerfully doing their
bird business, right outside the window.  The faint noise of the traffic
headed west on the nearby interstate.  The louder noise of a trash truck as
it stopped and started, the intermittent whine of the hydraulics as it
lifted, dumped and returned the trash cans to the curb.  Blearily, he
lifted his head, an arm coming up to shield his eyes from the rude glare of
the sun.  Did I take out the damn trash?

   The thought propelled him upright, he winced at the sudden throb of what
was undoubtedly going to be one bitch of a hangover.  He rolled his feet
and legs out of the tangled sheets and sat, head down, shoulders slumped,
on the side of the bed.  Gawd, I feel like I've been eaten by a mountain
goat and shit off a cliff!  Carefully, he cocked his head, trying to
determine the proximity of the approaching waste truck.  Annoyed, he seized
the remote control from the bedside stand and muted the drone of the
announcer on SportsCenter.  Again he gauged the distance of the truck,
estimating the amount of time he had before it passed him by.  Groaning
involuntarily, he rose to his feet.  His vision faded almost to black and
he swayed.  Momentarily.  Whoa, headrush...steady Marty...steady.  His
vision cleared slowly, the blood pounding in his head and he stared at his
reflection in the dresser mirror.  A tall lean man, brown hair cut close to
his scalp, wide set blue eyes, clean shaven.  The eyes were shot through
with red and his beard stubble was well past five o'clock.  He tried to
lick his chapped lips and failed to produce the moisture required. 
Turning, he grabbed at the beer cans littering the top of the bedside
table. Finding one almost half-full, he tipped the bottom of the can toward
the ceiling, draining the warm liquid quickly into his mouth and gulping it
down.  He set the empty can back on the stand, knocking three others to the
floor.  Grimacing at the taste of the warm, flat Budweiser, he growled in
annoyance.  Carefully, gingerly, he bent down, grasped his board shorts
from the floor and, leaving the cans where they fell, pulled them quickly
on and strode purposefully out the door and down the hallway.  All the
blinds were closed.  He opened the kitchen window blinds, rapidly twirling
the plastic rod and gazed upon the street.  His trash cans sat next to his
driveway at the curb.  He blinked in surprise.  Damn, I can't remember
doing that.  Fucking drunk!  Good thing, though.  I wouldn't have made it.
He watched the big green truck as it stopped, its air-brakes hissing and
popping and the whine of the PTO as the driver engaged the pump and
manipulated the apparatus in position to lift the can upward and over into
the trash bay.  He gazed out the window, not seeing the activity but rather
looking off into the dim recesses of a jangled memory.  Something had
triggered a remembrance, he wasn't completely sure what exactly but he let
it carry him away with it.

   His instinct for self preservation was acute.  It was the only facet of
himself he admired and almost liked.  These episodes of semi-trances
frequently occurred following a heavy drug and alcohol binge.  He thought
of it as his deep down real self, the very scary, always sober, very aware
and extremely ruthless self that didn't mind being hidden beneath the
happy-go-lucky veneer; asserting its dominance and temporarily assuming
control.  Subtly.  So as not to terrify the drunken, drugged, wanna forget
for as long as I can puppet he used to interface with human society.  To
maintain the disguise so as to remain safely hidden from that society.

   Chapter Two



   Marty shook his head and immediately rued the action.  He felt his
eyeballs bulging rhythmically, synchronized with his thudding heart.  Now
he noticed the uncomfortable, familiar pressure of his full bladder.  His
dick was semi-hard and also dancing with the beat.  He spun the blinds
quickly closed again.  Shit, I gotta piss, what am I thinkin'?  Oh yeah,
dipshit...there are girls here!  Remember?  Mom and fuckin' daughter
sleeping in the guest room.  Keep cool, play nice pal.  Little girl is very
fine.  Seven years old, second grade...Amelia.  Mommy's tubby, pussy stinks
and...what the fuck's her name?  "Rachel", he said aloud staring down into
the toilet, his cock in his hand.  The burn started, he winced then sighed
in relief as the urine flow increased.  He had brought the woman home after
befriending her in a bar.  He remembered he had played very nice after
learning she had a young daughter and was in a bit of a bind.  She liked to
drink.  A lot.  They had partied a little, doing several lines of crystal
and he had uncharacteristically bought a fifth of tequila.  He hadn't hit
on her, just played nice.  Charming, sympathetic.  She had left her little
girl with a friend because they didn't have a place.  She needed to get a
cheap motel room if she could, all their clothes and stuff were packed in
her car and she didn't want to leave her kid with her friend.  Not because
she was hesitant to impose on her, though.  He shook the dew off his lily,
smiling as he recalled her words and especially the expression on her face
when she said it.  "That fuckin' whore lives in a real shit-hole `n' I
don't want my kid to have to sleep there." Well she didn't sleep there, did
she?  She's in a nice place and the price is right, too.  Free.  So I'm
gonna play nice, super nice.  And figure out a way to lick her little girls
naked pussy.  Fuckin' A!!  Guess I'll go and introduce myself!!

   His cock was responding to his lewd thoughts.  Hurriedly he tucked it in
his shorts, head up, hard against his belly.  He idly ruminated on whether
anyone actually knew where this cunt was currently, and who she was there
with.  His inebriated state instead had made it a moot point.  He couldn't
have remembered if the local F.B.I.  had tucked him into bed last night. 
An unnecessary risk was unfortunately going to prolong the time required to
coerce, seduce or abduct the child.  He walked to the guest room doorway,
pausing briefly to consider etiquette before opening the door and striding
into the room.  I need to set a precedent now with these ladies, the momma
has to see who is the alpha dog around here.  Amelia baby, you will learn
to obey me from watchin' your slut mother.  The shades were drawn tightly
and the room was fetid, the only light came from the hallway beyond the
door he had just entered.  "Phew!", he croaked, "it smells ripe in here
ladies" .  There was the burst of a giggle behind the adjoining bathroom
door and he saw the child was up and in the toilet.  "Rachel...Earth
calling Rachel, come in...do you copy, Rachel?  This is the planet Earth
calling." He saw she wasn't even stirring.  The harsh, rattling breaths was
moving her diaphragm up and down.  She had a wide line of drool migrating
from her cakehole to the bed pillow.  Other than that, she was not moving.
He reached for the bathroom door.  "Um, Houston...We have a problem!" The
giggles continued in the bathroom, he opened the door.  "Rachel has
crash-landed on Uranus, searching for survivors, Houston." Amelia was
perched on the toilet, her feet dangling, a faded red cartoon character
shirt bunched around her midriff and her panties on the floor between Marty
and her.  He let his fantasies take priority.  Just the sight of the girl,
she was delectable.  "Amelia, I forgot to tell your Mom, this toilet
doesn't work.  C'mon, I'll carry you to the other one down the hall." He
bent, taking her under her knees.  Her arms automatically slipped around
his neck and he lifted her against his hardness and savoring the smell of
her shit in the bowl.  She was still giggling quietly.  "Momma's hard to
wake up in the morning." He cradled her, the sweetness of her smell, the
feel of her arms around his neck.  "I noticed that", he whispered, "but
that's okay.  Cuz I wanna play with you, first." He pressed her against his
throbbing hardness turning her sideways to slip through the narrow door
then shifted her around to his front, forcing her legs to straddle his
waist.  He pressed his cock in the crease of her legs, his hands gripping
her ass cheeks.  "Close the door, baby." He indicated the guest bedroom
door.  "We don't want to wake her up yet!" She hung off his neck with one
arm, the other stretching out to the doorknob.  He watched her face. 
"'Okay", she said and pulled the door shut, her opposite hand had slipped
down below his nipple, gripping the cloth of his t-shirt.  He swung her
easily around, her head pointed towards his bathroom .  " I gotcha, kiddo."
He let her fall away from him.  Except where he had her pressed into the
head of his cock.  She laughed, looking at the world upside down.

   He shifted her again, advantageously freeing her nightshirt and allowing
gravity to expose her belly-button.  He finally relented on the pressure
holding her crotch tightly to his stomach.  He eased her away for his
initial look at her pretty little pussy.  She felt the motion and raised
her head from upside down to watching him.  His hands had slipped higher up
her frame as he positioned her for viewing, they supported her under her
lower rib cage.  She watched him solemnly as he inspected her nudity.  "You
know what?" he asked.  She shook her head mutely.  "You are the prettiest
little girl I've ever seen." He carried her into the front bathroom.  "Uh
uh", she said.  "Oh yeah, you really are, Amelia.  Can I feel ya, Amelia?"
He set her down in front of the toilet and lifted the lid.  She was smiling
widely, liking his rhyme.  He remained crouched down in front of her.  He
reached out for her legs, caressing her smooth, silky soft skin as she
watched him passively.  "Just a little", he whispered, "okay"?  He
continued his exploration of her lower body, lifting her night shirt up,
bunching it in one hand above her waist.  Her pussy was beautiful, he slid
his hand along it gently.  The mound was prominent, pouting out at him. 
She silently allowed him to molest her, showing neither fear nor pleasure.
He stood, lifting her under her arms and setting her on the toilet seat. 
"You better finish your business now, baby".  He pretended to be
disinterested.  He hoped his attitude would show her that there was nothing
unusual going on.  He bent over the lavatory, turning on the faucet and
adjusting the temperature.  He splashed water onto his face and was
rewarded with the sounds of her urine stream hitting the water in the bowl.

   He knew he was already committed to continuing his molesting of the
girl. "When you're done we can go play some more on the bed in this room",
he said indicating the room where he had passed the night, "I am gonna kiss
your boobies and your belly button and make you feel real good, Amelia."
She was looking into his face as he said this, an unreadable expression on
her face.  "I'm done", she said.  C"mon then", he held his hands out to
her, helping her stand before turning away and walking into the bedroom. 
"Close the door kinda quiet, baby", he murmured over his shoulder, "we
don't wanna wake up your momma." Obediently, she followed him into the room
and closed the door softly as he sat on the edge of the mattress.  "Good
girl, Amelia".  He devoured her with his eyes while she stood there shyly,
unsure.  "C'mere", he beckoned to her, "we'll take that shirt off you and
play some more".  She came to him, raising her arms willingly as he pulled
the garment over her head.  He tossed the shirt into a corner then lifted
the little girl onto his knee.  She was exquisite, her skin unblemished,
her long, straight black hair with that fine texture children often have.
"I can see where your bathing suit goes", he traced the border of her
tanned flesh before he touched the pink tips of her titties, "I'm gonna
kiss you right here first".  He stroked her tiny nipples, pleased to note
the instant hardening.  "Do you like that"?  Her eyes were fixed on what
his fingers were doing with her.  She shrugged and he pivoted with her,
scooting her onto the mattress as he kneeled at the side of the bed. 
"Yeah, you like it", he bent his head close to her, his voice calm and
quiet.  He stroked her as she lay back and waited for him to do what he
wanted.  She was tiny, maybe 45 lbs., her belly was flat and taut, her fine
dark hair flowed over the bedspread, her pussy bulged from between her
legs. "All pretty girls love to do this", he continued his exploration, his
mouth inches away from her ear.  "You are super pretty, Amelia".  He bent
forward kissing her milky white skin.  He licked her little pink hard point
as she lifted her left arm up and out of his way.  "So you are really,
really going to like this a lot".  He licked and sucked at her titties,
pulling her leg outward and giving him access to her tight little slit.  He
stroked her up and down gently, his finger delving between the fat lips,
searching for her tiny pleasure button.  "That's where it really feels
good", he said when she reacted to his manipulation of her little clit. 
Her other leg had also bent at the knee spreading her open further.  He
rested his hand on her belly, his index finger extended to the top of her
pussy.  He pressed gently, delighting in the bulge of her undeveloped
pelvis bone.  He insinuated his finger between the tight little folds until
the pad of his fingertip was atop her little clitoris.  She jerked a
little, then pressed slightly up at him.  He moved so his head was right at
her jutting hip bone, his nostrils flaring as he sought her scent.  From
that close vantage point he watched as his finger began rhythmically
tapping on her pleasure button.  She gasped a little, her hips
inadvertently humping up and down.  He brought that finger to his mouth and
gathered a quantity of saliva there.  He was amused to hear her grunt of
exasperation when he stopped his manipulation on her tiny pussy.  His
finger, properly moistened, slid back into position, delved between the
tight folds, sought out her tiny little pleasure button and alternately
tapped it gently and rubbed it in a circular motion.  She sighed, opening
herself to him, surrendering to the physical sensations he elicited from
her.  "Yeah, you like that dontcha...", he concentrated on her
physiological responses, the flush enveloping her skin, the sound of her
inhalations and exhalations as they quickened.  He noted the sheen of sweat
on her pretty flat belly, her head was thrown back, eyes closed as her body
moved in an age-old rhythm.  He smiled as he watched her small frame, her
hips undulating.  Humping up at him.  "Does this feel good, baby girl?" Her
mouth was open, he noted the fine hairs on her arms, her impossibly long,
fine eyelashes, her tiny ears.  She was panting lightly, lost in the sweet
rhythm.  He was dipping his finger down to her center now, his thumb and
middle finger spreading her wide.  He felt the familiar little tremors, her
pussy seeming to shiver, to flutter minutely.  He pressed his finger into
the hot, hungry little hole, somehow still surprised at the moisture there.
He firmly pressed his finger down onto her slit, the tip at her tiny
vaginal opening, the length pulling up, between her little pussy lips as he
timed the moment when she succumbed to the rush of her first orgasm.  Her
breathing shuddered to a stop as she froze, her ass off the bed as she
vainly pressed up at his finger.  Wanting penetration, wanting that itch
down deep scratched.  Finally she released her pent-up breath in gasping,
rasping, shuddering, explosive little mewls.  He removed his hand from her
pussy.  He didn't want to cross that oh-so-fine line between pleasure and
pain by overstimulating her.  "Wow, Amelia...", he kissed her leg, his lips
at the tan line, he kissed her side, then her belly, gently.  "...you
really, really like that a lot.  Huh"?  He waited for her to come back down
to earth.  "You are so pretty, little girl..." he stroked her, "...does
your momma know how nasty you are"?  She turned her head towards him, he
was looking at her impassively.  "Wonder if we woke her up"?  That got
through to her, she sat up, in obvious fear.  "It's okay, kiddo, the doors
are shut tight and we're locked in here." He reached forward and easily
picked the child up.  "We'll just say you're getting a bath", he said this
calmly, quietly.  "If she's awake", he added.  He stood her in front of him
on the bed, her waist eye level with him, his hands riding easily on her
hips.  He smiled at her.  "It's okay, Amelia, c'mon." He pulled her to him,
his hands slipping around her tiny frame to cradle her ass.  He stood and
carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the lavatory counter before
turning on the faucet.  "Shower or bath?" he asked quietly.  "My mom
doesn't let me take a shower." She was whispering, too.  He knew that was a
good sign.  "Well this is my house and you can take a shower if you wanna."
He raised the diverter and the shower sprayed.  "You know what?", he asked
into her ear.  Mutely, she shook her head.  "You can do lots of things your
Mom won't let you do, when you're at my house." He handed her a towel. 
"Shampoo's right there." He ducked into the bedroom and retrieved her
clothing.  "Here's your stuff, okay?" " 'kay", she nodded, "can you make
sure my mommy's still asleep?" He grinned at her, "I'm sure she is...but
I'll check.  Now you get clean, jelly bean." She giggled, at ease with him,
"First, you gotta pinky-swear", she said, "never to tell, ever, ever..."
She grinned up at him, her little body unconsciously in a provocative,
impish pose.  "Tell what?" "You know." She held her hand up in the familiar
ritual of children, her pinkie ready to intertwine with his.  He completed
the act.  "Okay, I swear Amelia, I wanna-feel-ya", he looked her straight
in the eyes, "but we're gonna play some more when we can."





   Chapter Three

   Marty left the bathroom door open and walked calmly into the bedroom
where her mother was sleeping.  He knew innately how to play this.  Look at
that...still sound asleep.Well Rachel, when you finally open your eyes
you'll find me charming and solicitous.  And already friends with your
precious little girl.  Ha ha.  Taking care of her every need, even.  He
exited the room quietly with a glance back to see if she had sensed his
presence.  Opening the hall linen closet he took down a large, soft fluffy
towel for Amelia.  He wasted no time ogling her, he just got her attention
and left her the towel.  He closed the bathroom door this time.  Making his
way to the kitchen he quickly washed and sliced potatoes into a skillet. 
Soon the sound and smell of frying potatoes was permeating the small
kitchen and dining room area.  He filled one side of the sink with hot,
soapy water, retrieved eggs and bacon from the fridge and some sourdough
bread for the toaster.  Arranging the items neatly on the counter with some
plates and paper-towels he lit the burner under another skillet and started
the bacon.  He heard the tentative footsteps behind him.  "Hi, jelly-bean.
Are you all clean?" He didn't turn around, he just kept efficiently
preparing breakfast.  He smelled the sweet soap and shampoo smell of her.
She giggled, coming up closer.  Watching him as he cooked their breakfast.
"You sure smell clean, pretty girl.  Now, what I wanna know is...are you
hungry?" He glanced at her, she smiled shyly at him, nodding her head. 
"Here", he said, handing her some potatoes straight from the pan, "but be
careful, they're hot." She was beautiful, her dark hair hanging damply over
her night shirt, barefoot in his kitchen.  She juggled the potatoes from
one small hand to the other.  "Ow, hot, hot, hot." She popped them into her
mouth, chewing them gingerly and swallowing them down.  "My mom's still
asleep." she said.  He flipped the potatoes expertly, adjusted the flame
under the bacon then turned and lifted her up.  "Ooh, you're a heavy lump,
though." She wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her into the
living room, setting her on the couch he indicated the TV and the remote
control next to her.  "We'll let the smell of breakfast wake her up, okay?"
She looked back at him, seriously.  Nodding her head she said, "Yeah,
that'll get her up." He punched in the channel featuring cartoons 24 hours
a day, setting the volume a little too loud.  Amelia was quickly rapt in
the animated antics and he returned to making their meal.

   She'll be up in no time...soon as the smell of this food penetrates to
the dim interior of her head.  And I'm gonna play as if having her as my
girlfriend is all I want in this world.  See if she can be talked into
staying here for a while, moving in for awhile.  I know she doesn't have
many other options and I still wanna play with her little girl.

   He was an old hand at this type of subterfuge.  He knew what kind of
person he was looking for and this Rachel filled the bill.  She was young,
a bit adventurous in her personal choices and with a low level of
intelligence that would allow him to easily manipulate her into giving him
access to her little girl.  Hopefully while remaining blissfully unaware of
his penchant for preteen beauties.  He would make love to her, he had no
problem with fucking full-grown, mature women and he was very good at it.
He just didn't prefer them.  His ability to seduce and, subsequently,
satisfy young single or separated mothers had been honed over many years.
He had developed an uncanny knack for quickly ingratiating himself,
stepping into their domestic situation, charming the family, friends and
neighbors of his target while he leisurely defined and exploited her sexual
desires, transforming himself into the epitome of what it was she most
wanted in her deepest, darkest fantasies.  Soon, he controlled the entire
situation and the molestations could progress.  He had rarely even been
suspected.  It had happened, of course, but had never been reported to any
law enforcement agencies.  Similarly, he had refined his techniques with
the girls.  When he recalled the first time he had succumbed to his dark
fantasy and finally begun to realize he could take what he wanted he shook
his head ruefully.  He could have easily been prosecuted had the girl not
been more than amenable to his awkward advances.  She had been 8 years old,
no father, her mother a junkie.  Desperate to be loved by somebody.  Not a
stranger to sexual contact, for sure.  He remembered how he had trembled as
he reached under the covers on her bed so as to touch her bare skin.  She
had been waiting for him, his eyes had given his intent away and the little
girl was very used to that type of thing.  He spent the better part of the
night just caressing her soft skin.

   Now, with the confidence of experience, he selected his prey with care
and boldly moved forward with his schemes when given the least opening.  He
knew now how children were loath to tell a secret, when they felt as if
what was happening was their fault.  He glanced at the 7 year old girl, she
smiled back at him, her legs twisting beneath her.  She was exquisite,
slender, long lashes, no curves and no prior experiences.  Her mother
finally made her appearance.  She was eager to fill her face, paying little
attention to the child but simpering for him.  He quickly determined that
they really had no place to stay.  He assured them they could stay with him
if they wished it.  Rachel and Amelia did wish it.  He knew they would.  He
offered his services to help her collect her things, such as they were. 
The three ate breakfast together as the adults discussed the various
solutions to their problems.  Finally it was decided that Rachel would take
her car and collect her clothing and toiletries that she'd left at her
friend's house.  Amelia would take Marty to her cousin's place and get her
stuff and say goodbye to her friends.  He smiled, the woman had been easy
to manipulate, she had suggested that Marty and Amelia go together herself.
She finished her breakfast quickly and showered before going alone to where
she had left her car.  He took the child by the hand and led her to his
bedroom.  "Amelia...can I feelya?" He said.  She smiled, nodding her head.
"First, we'll go to your cousin's house.  Maybe she can spend the night
with us, too." Amelia squealed delightedly.  He led her to his truck and
they were off.  The child's cousin's lived in a small trailer park.  He
pulled in and urged Amelia to go knock on the door as he surveyed the area.
Getting out, he lit up a smoke and strode to the steps Amelia had
disappeared up.  The front door was ajar and he caught the pungent odor of
marijuana drifting out the dark opening.  Amelia came tearing by, calling
his name.  Evidently she had come outside through another door.  He called
to her and she turned toward him.  She was soon joined by two other young
girls.  To Marty's practiced eye they appeared to be younger than Amelia.He
guessed the youngest was 4, maybe 5 years old and the other was 5 or 6. 
The older one giggled as he stared at them solemnly.  She was very thin,
wearing a short shift over a bikini, her skin was tanned and smudged with
dirt.  Her hair was long, tangled and blonde, almost white.  Her eyes were
green, her teeth were tiny, her tongue and lips very red in the paleness of
her face.  Marty felt his erection beginning as he gazed at the three.  He
ascertained from the children who was home, the little girls mother and her
boyfriend were the only adults there.  There were several older male
children smoking weed from a long bong, mindless of the smaller kids
running in and out.  He told Amelia to gather her things, following her
into a small bedroom down the dark hall.  Her little friends came along,
too.  He kneeled down, putting his face at their level and spoke to them
quietly.  "Do you know what a sleepover is, ladies?" They nodded and smiled
at him.  "Get your pajama's and you can come with us if you want." He
looked the smallest girl over.  She was dark-skinned, very small, her eyes
dark black, her arms and legs were covered in fine black hair, unusually
thick for such a small child.  He smiled at them, "Get your stuff and get
in the truck." He stepped over the sleeping boyfriend, waved to the drunken
wreck of a mother and exited the trailer by the side door.  He went to his
truck and waited.  Minutes later he was buckling the girls into the back
seat.  He drove slowly away as the girls chattered.  He had made a quick
stop at the local Dairy Queen and as he pulled into his garage the only
noise was the kids greedily slurping their treats.  He called Rachel.  She
was running behind schedule, she would try to make it back before dark.  He
looked at his watch.  Not even noon, yet.  The garage door closed behind
them and he got out and opened the door to the house, propping it open with
a small wedge of wood.  He went to the truck, getting Amelia out and
ushering her inside before turning to the two small girls buckled into the
rear seat.  His penis twitched with anticipation.  He bent forward and said
quietly,"We `re gonna play some fun games, today." He released the little
blonde whom he had discovered was 5 years old, almost six and whose name
was Brittany.  He lifted her down and she ran into the house where Amelia
had gone.  He leaned into the truck, gazing at the remaining child.  "You
are really, really pretty, baby girl.  We can play boyfriend and
girlfriend, me and you, okay?" The child was also five, named Jesse.  He
was partial to dark skinned, very petite girls.  She had some colored folk
in her family, he was sure.  He released her and stood her up in the front
seat, raising her dirty shirt and pushing her shorts down, he fondled her
belly button.  She stood watching him, eating her ice-cream, letting him do
what he wanted.  He pushed a finger down the front of her shorts, pulling
the elastic waistband of her panties out he ducked his head forward and
looked down at her little mound, he whispered to the little girl, "I'm
gonna kiss you all over, right there, too." He dipped his other hand down
into her open panties and caressed her impossibly small little pussy.  He
heard the other two girls as they came up behind him, he let them see what
he was doing, playing with the girl.  They giggled nervously, he turned and
smiled at them.  "Jesse wants to pretend she's my girlfriend.  You guys go
watch t.v.  while we play pretend for a little while, okay?" He lifted the
little girl up and carried her into the house.  The girls were smiling
expectantly at him when he turned to glance at them.  "Brittany gets to
play next, okay?" He gestured for them to go into the living room.  His
heart was beating a little fast as he carried the tiny girl into his room.
"Jesse, you are so pretty, be my little girlfriend for a while...", he
hummed to her, holding her close to him.  He savored the scent of her hair
as he stood her unsteadily on the bed.  He reached for the hem of her shirt
and lifted it.  She looked at him passively as he began tracing her little
belly-button.  "Can I pull down your shorts, Jesse?" He looked at her,
hopefully.  She shrugged, then nodded shyly.  "Oh good", he whispered, "I
wanna kiss you on your pee-pee." He lowered her shorts, leaving her dirty
yellow panties in place.  She stepped up and out of the garment and he
examined the girls tiny body.  She was very small and well made, her arms
and legs had a thick covering of black hair and a thatch was visible above
the dimples of her lower back.  Her hair was shorn short, he saw the line
of hair pointing down her spine, disappearing in a fine line beneath her
shirt.  It was rare to find a girl with leg and arm hair so apparent.  He
had discovered that, no matter the childs age, when they possessed this
physical trait, they were very often sexually excitable and eager to learn.
"Show me your boobies, Jesse".  He urged her to lift her shirt up and show
him her tiny nipples.  Smiling shyly, she complied.  Her nipples were tiny,
very dark and very hard.  He caressed them gently before gripping one
between his fingers and lightly squeezing.  He pulled her yellow panties
out and looked down at her tiny genitals.  "Can I see down here, too?" In
answer she reached down with her tiny hands and pushed the panties down to
her knees, wriggling out of them easily, one leg at a time.  She stood
before him, not modest, not nervous but relaxed and curious.  She watched
him as he bent closer, seeking the sweet scent of prepubescent pussy.  He
looked up at her.  "A very, very pretty girl, Jesse." He touched her tight
little slit gently.  "Want me to kiss you, here." He poked her gently on
her mound.  He looked up at her questioningly.  She nodded almost
imperceptibly.  He pulled her to him, burying his nose between her upper
thighs then slowly rising up to her little lips.  He thrust his tongue
between her legs and lapped upward greedily.  She held his hair as he
licked her pussy mound from the top down the slit and back up again. 
Gently, he gripped her ass and lowered her to the mattress.  Her legs
raised up, knees bent and he pushed her legs apart, opening her widely. 
Her vagina was tiny, her little ass-hole brown and beautiful.  He caressed
her legs, feeling the fine thick black hair on her calves and thighs.  He
craned forward, his own throbbing cock prominent now.  He rubbed it on the
end of the bed as he smelled her little pussy.  She was pliant andready
now, her head thrown back as he explored her, gently.  He began to kiss
her, sucking the entire mound of her into his mouth, teasing the tiny lips
apart, poking his tongue in between her lips and tasting her vaginal
opening before diving down to find her anus.  She was tiny, maybe 45 lbs.,
not yet in kindergarten.  Laying on his bed as he licked her sweet crotch.
He thrilled to her touch, to his own happiness, to his boldness and bravery
at getting her here so easily.  He drew her towards him, placing his cock
at the junction of her legs and ass.  He hunched over her, barely applying
pressure as he rubbed on her.  He bent and took a tiny nipple into his
mouth, sucking it fiercely.  Letting go, he whispered to the girl, "Do you
like that Jesse?" She nodded, looking a bit dazed.  Too much input for a
small girl, he knew.  He lifted her,her legs wrapping around his waist as
he pivoted and laid down on his back, cradling the girl.  He flipped her
onto her back, her little butt on his stomach, her hair on his mouth as she
lay back helplessly.  He reached down and played with her, marveling at the
mound abruptly rising from her lower tummy.  He urged her legs apart, he
opened her mouth with his hand, very gently as he whispered to her, "You
are a naughty little girl, Jesse...playin' naked with me." He dipped his
finger into her mouth, wetting it with spit and then plying the fluid on
her pussy crack.  "You like playin' naked with me, huh...Jesse, pretty
naked girlfriend...I'm tellin' on you if you tell anybody else..you like
this nasty, nasty fun, huh?" She wriggled and gasped as his finger roughly
spread her and ravaged her.  He brought his raging cock up and pressed it
down to her center, he watched as the seemingly huge head explored her tiny
privates, he lifted her ass off of him and set her back down, the crack of
her ass firmly over his cock.  He molested her with his right hand, as he
rubbed her up and down, back and forth.  She was just a doll for him to do
what he wanted, now.  He stared at her features, the fine long eyelashes,
her little nose and tiny perfect ears, he saw her little red mouth as she
panted for breath, he noted the hair on her arms and legs and tummy as he
used her to get himself off.  The feeling came boiling up now and he
quickly pulled her upwards and pressed his spasming cock right into her
pussy, forcing her legs shut as he maximized the exquisite feeling of his
seed pulsing out of him and covering the small girls legs and belly.  He
savored the sensation for a short time before rising with the child and
washing his essence from her tiny frame.  "That was fun, Jesse...you play
really good...so nasty...so naughty...I won't tell anyone, okay?" He
caressed her pussy, her belly button, her little ass.  "Would you get in
trouble if your mommy found out?" She nodded.  "Well, then no one will know
but me `n' you, okay?" "What about Amelia and Brittany?", her voice was
tiny, like her.  "If they wanna play they gotta promise to never tell
either, `k?" He smiled at the tiny girl, "Right, that's the rules."





   Chapter 4

   He was amazed at how easy it was to arrange to be alone with elementary
school age girls, the parents were happy to be free of them for a brief
time.  He was at home, waiting for Rachel to come home, supposedly. 
Actually, he was delighting in the seduction of the three little girls he
had brought home.  Rachel's daughter, Amelia, 7 years old, her cousin
Brittany, 6 and Brittany's neighbor, 5 year old Jesse.  The girls were
engrossed in the antics of the animated character in the cartoon they were
watching.  He surreptiously studied them, stroking his dick as he
fantasized.  The little blonde girl Brittany was his net target of
opportunity.  She was tan, thin, blue-eyed with almost white hair.  Her
teeth were small, the top row missing the front two.  Her hair was very
fine and long and it trailed down her back to her ass.  She kicked her legs
back and forth and he kept catching glimpses of her light blue panties. 
Amelia came to him when a commercial interrupted the cartoon, standing
before him, her crotch shoved into his knee.  He bounced his knee
imperceptibly into her center, smiling and winking at the girl.  She
giggled, whirling and jumping atop his leg as he gripped her above her hips
and helped her balance precariously.  He began to flex the muscles beneath
the little girls butt rhythmically, simultaneously moving her back and
forth gently.  In response, she began to hump his leg quite openly. 
"Brittany...look at Amelia." The little blonde beauty spun about and
studied them for a moment.  "Lemme try that, too!" She came up to Amelia,
who was grinding herself back and forth, delighting in the new feelings
this action resulted in.  She looked up at him and he said, "She likes to
rub her pee-pee up and down on me." "Oh", she said and looked at her
friends gyrations intently.  "That's very naughty...and nasty." He said it
matter of factly.  "You won't tell on her, will you?" He began to touch
Amelia on her pussy, lightly.  Brittany shook her head, her blonde hair
shimmering.  "I won't tell...", she licked her lips, "kin I try it,too."
"Let her try for a while, Amelia." He lifted the brunette up and off his
leg.  The sweet little blonde came up between his legs.  "What do I do?" He
turned her gently around and lifted her onto his thigh, flexing his leg
gently beneath her.  She gripped his leg tightly and he began to move her
back and forth.  "Do you feel it?" He asked her quietly.  She shook her
head, concentrating.  "Uh-uh...a little bit, I think." "Are you wearing
panties, Brittany?" She giggled, "Yes, you wanna see `em?" He nodded. 
"Yeah, I wanna see `em...and smell `em, too!" She looked at him crinkling
her nose.  "Ooh gross...that's nasty." He rose, lifting her with him
easily, his hands around her waist.  "I guess we should see if you like
boys or not, Brittany." He carried her down the hall.

   He was once again in his room, the little blonde girl Brittany with him
and they sat on his bed.  "You're pretty," he said, "Can I see your
panties?" She was a little nervous, biting her lip, she nodded.  He
unbuttoned her shorts, motioning for her to lift her shirt out of the way.
Her light blue panties were visible, the elastic band making her skin red.
He caressed her tiny belly-button making her laugh nervously.  Her skin was
very tan, white where her bathing suit covered her, the contrast very
appealing to him.  He dropped her shorts to her feet, "Ooh, you're very
pretty, Brittany." She preened at the praise.  All little girls love to
hear how pretty they are.  "Can I smell your privates?" he asked
her..."please." She giggled, biting her lip.  "Will it tickle?" she was
being cute and coy.  "Not really, it'll feel really good, I promise." She
acquiesced, "Okay, you can." "Thank you, Brittany." He pulled the child to
him, his hands going to her tiny little ass, pressing her panties into his
nose he breathed deeply then exhaled onto her pussy.  "You smell good, I
wanna kiss your pee-pee, too." He drew her into his face again, smooching
at her.  She laughed delightedly, watching him kiss her panties.  She
leaned back, spreading her legs and thrusting her mound forward, to help
him and he buried his nose between her upper thighs, sliding upwards, his
open mouth covered her genitals.  His tongue flickered out, delving between
her tight little slit, pressing the blue fabric into the tiny crease.  She
shrieked happily and he eased her backwards and down on the bed.  "Does it
tickle too much?" She shook her head, mutely, enjoying this game.  "Pull up
on your panties and let me see down there." It was an order.  She obeyed
and they both craned their heads and looked at her white pussy mound. 
"Pull it down, so I can kiss it." She did that too, pulling the material
down and exposing the top of her crack, the white skin, pink lips of her
private place shockingly white in contrast to the tanned skin above.  "Ooh,
pretty." He leaned forward and lightly kissed her, delighting in the
slightly sweaty, tangy, little girl odor of her.  She watched him, holding
her panties down to give him access to her secret, pretty place and he
gently kissed her, his tongue slipped out briefly, touching her on the top
of her slit.  She pressed upwards very softly, urging him to press into
her. He drew back, his heart hammering, aching for her beauty and
innocence. "I'm a pee-pee kisser...I'll kiss yours if you want me to", he
stared at her intently, "you can't ever say anything to anyone, though."
She was sweating lightly, her hand pushing her panties down to uncover as
much of herself as she could.  "You can...kiss my pee-pee hole." He smiled,
dazzling her.  "Thanks, Brittany." He stripped her panties off her legs and
studied her.  Her legs were spread open a little and her sweet little pussy
was tiny, pink, glistening.  "Close your eyes." She snapped her eyes shut,
quickly, her hips inadvertently lifting her center up to his lips.  He
traced her pussy slit with his finger, kissing her gently on her inner
thigh, so soft where the tanned skin faded to white.  She inhaled sharply
when he ran his finger over her little button, her legs spread farther
apart and he lingered on her tiny clitoris, rubbing back and forth easily.
"Feels good, huh, Brittany?  You like that, huh?  You are so nasty,
Brittany likes her pee-pee rubbed." He slipped his wet finger into her
crack, exploring.  "Want me to kiss it, nasty girl?" He poked her sharply.
"Kiss it right here,huh.  Want me to?" She nodded her head, trying to press
her crotch into his finger, her ass lifting off the bed as she strained to
maximize the contact on her little pussy.  He kissed her roughly, hard on
her button.  She moaned in frustration and he wondered at the urges which
were making her body vibrate.  He bent, his tongue speared her center and
he licked her sloppily up and down her crack.  She was breathing loudly,
almost panting, whispering, "Yes, yes, yeah, yeah,yeah." In rhythm to his
questing tongue.  He pressed it into her vaginal opening, she shoved back
and his tongue was squeezed into a shuddering little hole.  He pressed
upwards, bringing his finger to her opening now.  She writhed beneath his
mouth and his finger was poised to enter her vagina.  "Nasty
Brittany...want me to stick my finger up there right now?" She rocked her
hips upward and he pressed his finger into her pussy, his tongue was
lashing her tiny clitoris back and forth.  She mewled, jerking up and down
as his finger slipped deeper, her muscles pulling him in, gripping and
vibrating around his finger, experimentally, he pulled it back out some
allowing the saliva from his mouth to drench her slit and his finger.  He
pressed it back into her, she reacted like any grown woman would, delighted
he began to finger fuck the 1st grader, sucking on her mound, one hand
pinching her tiny pink nipple as she gyrated wildly beneath him.  He read
the signs, she quickly approached orgasm.  Could a 5 year old come, he
wondered feverishly,bringing this little girl to a massive eruption is
going to happen, he smelled her sweat, felt her body and manipulated her to
ecstasy, erupting in his own boxers excitedly, unknowingly as he did.  She
gasped, shuddered, squeezing his finger so brilliantly, her ass was thrust
off the mattress, her face was frozen in a rictus of concentration as she
came like no other person had ever come before.  Not in Marty's experience.
He left the child to rest, after cleaning her and redressing her in her
panties and shorts, he took himself back to where the other two girls were
watching t.v.  Wow...that was unbelievable.  I am drained.  I gotta have
that little girl again, hell, all three of `em.  Soon, baby, soon.  Look at
these little foxes, so fine.

   Chapter 5

   He gazed down at the little blonde first-grader, Brittany.  She opened
her eyes and he grinned at her.  "Hi, you all right, kiddo?" She nodded and
smiled.  "Do it again." She whispered.  "Kiss my pee-pee again, please."
Her hand was on her shorts, unbuttoning the button, pushing them down.  She
raised the elastic of her panties up off her belly and he looked down to
her starkly white crack, the mound rising up, the sweet smell of her wafted
up to his nostrils.  He couldn't help himself, he bent and kissed her
crotch, drinking in her smell, licking her wildly, feverishly.  "C'mon, you
gotta get up.  We will do that later, I promise.  Okay?" She nodded,
tiredly.  He lifted her up, setting her on her feet.  "Button up, nasty
girl." He went to the table, calling the other girls.  When he had their
un-divided attention he stressed the importance of keeping what they were
doing with each other a secret from everyone but the four people that were
here in the room.  They responded with the question he had wanted to hear
from them.  "Can we do it again, Marty?" He assured them they would do it
as often as they could, he loved each of them.  "But, I have to act like
Amelia's mom is my real girlfriend,okay?"