SO KOOL SUMMER 
                             By: LustForBunny
                               ( M/g, pedo )
                                 

       

      Hi! My name is Maxine. Friends call me Maxie. I am 9, but will be 10 at 
      the end of the summer. I can’t wait to finally be in the double-digits 
      ages like all the other women and men I know. My Grandpa says I’m gonna 
      make some man very happy someday ‘cause I am so cute and soft. Sometimes 
      he squeezes my bum after a hug, if Grandma is cleaning the kitchen. He 
      also tells me I am great with stories, so I am trying to tell all about my 
      greatest summer ever. 
      Grandpa has a lot of land, and grows vegetables and some fruits. Me and 
      Grandma sell it at a large booth and table out in the country next to a 
      small store. This is also in front of our house. So, I can go in and out 
      and take a wee, or change in or out of clothes. (It gets pretty 
      uncomfortable outside sometimes.)
      I must also tell you, in case you did not figure it out already, I don’t 
      like boys my age. All they do when they see a soft woman is pinch you, 
      chase you, or tease you. Men that see me dressed up cute or otherwise, get 
      all bug-eyed, and some get a huge lump in their pants if I just do some 
      little something naughty. Ha! I love to watch when this happens also 
      because they get all tongue-tied and stuff. Then, I feel I am the grownup. 
      I don’t know that much about kissing, or didn’t before my story began. 
      Here goes.
      Me and Grandma were setting up one Saturday morning early. The store had 
      just opened too. I saw a van about to turn and pass by, so I sat down and 
      smiled a sort of smile. I had on my favorite shorts, white, really short 
      shorts; and a pink half-shirt tied with a little bow just above my belly 
      button. I had cut off my shorts myself, and Grandma hemmed them up 
      somehow. They even let my bum hang out when I stood up, and were still 
      narrow enough I could scratch if I needed to. You know women get an itch 
      every now and then. Ha! 
      So, the driver passed, looked, and then stopped and turned around and came 
      back. Cool! He got out, and came right over to the table. Grandma was 
      still going back and forth getting boxes and baskets and bags. He said 
      “Hello,” and I said “Hi.” 
      “So, how much are the veggies?” I gave him a quick run-down, and noticed 
      he kept looking at my shorts too. I suddenly got that feeling to scratch, 
      but I knew I had to mind my manners for now. He could be one of those holy 
      people or a cop. I moved in front of some ripe tomatoes, and he asked 
      about them. I told him “2 dollars.” I then saw his bulge jump, and that 
      was pretty cool too.
      He opened his wallet, and I noticed he had 2 one dollar bills and a 
      twenty. He started to get out the dollars but I looked into his eyes, 
      smiled and silently said, “NO!” 
      He took the hint and pulled out the twenty, and said out loud, “All I have 
      is this twenty! Do you have change?” I yelled over to Grandma, and she 
      came and got it and offered to go over to the store to get change, but 
      told me it might take a few minutes since the store had just opened too 
      and they might not have change yet either. 
      So, there she went. I turned to watch her walk away, and I felt him 
      looking at me. I turned back around, and accidentally knocked off some 
      squash. Ha! This caused me to have to bend over and pick it up. From 
      there, I could look between my legs and see his bulge too. Of course, he 
      was looking at me too, but he didn’t know I knew he was looking, I don’t 
      guess. 
      I glanced up my legs and saw the tiny crotch in my shorts was opened up 
      some, so I knew then that I could have some fun and get him to like me 
      more. So, I turned back towards him and squatted down to finish picking up 
      the other squash. He was just standing there frozen like a statue. Ha! I 
      could see a little sweat coming off his head right now too. So, I decided 
      to speak again.
      “Do you like my outfit?” He just nodded his head. He kept his eyes glued 
      to my opening. “I fixed them up myself, and cut the shorts off so they 
      would not be so hot.” 
      He said they still looked “hot”. I told him that I did get hot and sweaty 
      sometimes and needed to wipe it off, but could always run inside if no one 
      was around. I looked down, and noticed I was a little wet down there then. 
      He noticed too, and said he had some tissue in his van. Cool! 
      I followed him to the back doors, of which he opened. When they opened up, 
      if you stepped between them, you couldn’t see anybody by the way he was 
      parked. So, I stepped up next to him. I wasn’t afraid because I know how 
      to make men behave. He picked me up and sat me inside. I crossed my legs 
      Indian style so I could get to the wet spot. 
      He then handed me some Kleenex. I felt naughty then and told him “No! You 
      do it.” He got real nervous, and looked around again to see if anyone 
      could see. His bulge jumped. COOL!
      Then, he reached out and wiped me real soft and easy. Too soft! I barely 
      felt anything at all. He was still scared, so I told him to press a little 
      harder; “I won’t break, you know!” 
      Finally, he started wiping up and down on both sides of my little crack, 
      and harder, enough to feel really cool. Then, he touched my little tingle 
      bump. I got all wet again, and it wouldn’t stop dripping. So, he asked if 
      he could try something else. I said sure, since I had control here. Then, 
      he put his mouth down close to my crack, and started to kiss it and suck 
      on everything. 
      I lost it. My head started spinning and spinning. I felt what I guess was 
      his tongue sort of pushing inside and opening me up. That was really cool. 
      Then, I could feel it rubbing on the inside walls of my little crack. That 
      was better than any time I had put my finger in there. Once, I tried to 
      put a pea, hull and all in, but it was too dry and skinny. I rubbed a 
      cucumber on my leg once also, but that had real scratchy things on it. So, 
      this was the coolest thing yet in the whole world.
      I started really getting into it, and started pushing back some so his 
      tongue would press harder and as deep as it could. Then, I looked forward 
      and saw his bulge again, and it was so sad and jumpy. Right then, I 
      decided to help out a little and give it a little love rub too since mine 
      was feeling really cool now. This really shook the man up, and he started 
      getting wet down there too. I would definitely have to thank this man the 
      same way later, but right now, I needed him to keep going. 
      Wow! It was really starting to tingle. So, I took a deep breath, let go, 
      lay back, and just closed my eyes, and said a few little mmmm’s. I thought 
      I heard a small noise like a zipper, but I was working on something cool, 
      and wanted to just keep my eyes closed and enjoy all I could. I knew he 
      was watching out for Grandma anyways. I had him right where I wanted him. 
      Ha!
      A few minutes later, I felt his tongue come out for a few seconds, and 
      then asked him real nice to put it back in. Then, when he did, it seemed 
      to get bigger. That was even cooler than cool. It seemed to go in further 
      now too, even further than I ever got my fingers, and I also felt some 
      really neat ridges on the walls of my little crack. He started pushing it 
      in and out, fast and slow, fast and slow. 
      I started to breathe really hard, and felt a different something about to 
      happen. I kept my eyes closed and hoped it would go on and on forever. 
      Suddenly, I started erupting inside. My whole body started exploding a 
      really cool thing, like a giant sneeze, but inside only, and down there. 
      At the same time, I felt something else splashing against my insides. I 
      had to look then. 
      What I saw almost blew me away. He had pulled his pants down, and his 
      thingy was poking inside of me. I had seen this on TV, but I didn’t really 
      know it was like this. No wonder there is so much of this going on, on TV. 
      Now, I knew I was a woman. Maybe even his. He kept it up for a few minutes 
      more, but acted all tired. I really wanted him to keep it in there, ‘cause 
      it felt like that was something I had been missing from down there all my 
      life. Darn!
      Well, he got it out, and it had some pink stuff all over his, and I had 
      pink stuff dripping out of me too. Ha! I couldn’t help it, but reached 
      down and put my finger in my crack, and felt it all slick and wet. I 
      really loved this man right now. He took the tissues, wiped off my little 
      hands and then my crack again, and then started on his thingy. I took 
      control one more time and told him to let me do it. It was getting smaller 
      and smaller until I started rubbing it. It seemed to stop, and started to 
      grow again. So, payback time! I bent up and over and smelled. It smelled 
      sort of like salty something. I tasted it, and it was like a salty milk. 
      Not bad.
      I then kissed it, and it twitched again. Cool! So, I remembered his tongue 
      on my spot, so I put mine on his. He let out this really cool “Ahh,” so I 
      decided to put a little pressure on it since I remembered how much more I 
      liked it when he bore down on mine. So, I closed my mouth on it real 
      tight, and sucked in a little as I moved my mouth back and forth. He 
      really liked this. 
      I kept it up until I saw him about to blow up like I had, so I took one 
      last deep breath, and suddenly I felt my mouth filling with that stuff I 
      tasted at first. It was hot, but awesome, and I was determined to not 
      waste any of this, so I drank every bit of it. 
      Right then, I heard Grandma tell the store clerk something, so we stopped. 
      Darn! I sat up, he zipped up, and we started talking about the tomatoes 
      again. He walked me back around to the table and promised he would come by 
      again soon, paid me the two dollars, and I had the best dreams that night 
      and for weeks to come about the coolest summer ever! More stories to cum… LFB!