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   Title : Show Me Your Panties 1

   Author : MeatBot

   Keywords : Pedo, Mg

   Date : 20161220

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   Synopsis : A series of encounters between men and young girls.

   Disclaimer : Copyright by the author.  Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.



   --== 1 ==--

   The party was a dud, although the guest of honor seemed to be having a
good time.  Of course, it was a kid's party, what fun could an adult have?
I was there with my girlfriend of the moment and her daughter.  The
birthday boy was slowly working his way through a stack of gift-wrapped
boxes as high as Everest.  I was bored out of my mind and wandered into the
kitchen.

   I had already scoped the scene for precocious "ready" young foxes.  And
my main choice, the one I'd had an almost-instant hard-on when first
seeing, was alone in the kitchen stealing a finger-full of icing off the
birthday cake, a behemoth that would have looked more at home at a
head-of-state wedding.

   The girl was a tad over four feet, and as slim as they get.  Her body,
or what I could see of it almost looked hard beneath her party dress.  I
love kids, they are so lean.  Her legs were long and muscular, and, as is
my nature, I imagined them wrapped around my neck.  Her face was that of a
princess, pert little nose, fat naturally-red lips, and huge brown eyes
that had captured me, heart and soul, when I first saw her.  Her hair was
dark brown, almost black, and to her waist.

   "Oh, darlin'!  Not the cake!" I said, laughing.  She looked suitably
guilty and popped the finger into her mouth.  Then she smiled at me and
giggled.  I felt like that was a pretty good start.  Of course, at this
point I didn't have anything unsavory in mind.  Well, of course I did, but
at this point I planned on keeping it all in my mind.

   "Nobody'll notice!" she said, still giggling.  I looked at her finger,
still smeared with icing and her saliva.  I moved closer to her, into what
I knew was a kid's "danger zone" but she didn't flinch or draw back to my
satisfaction.  I gently took her hand and raised it to my mouth.  She just
watched, a half-smile on her face.

   The icing tasted good, but her finger tasted better.  Just knowing part
of her body was in my mouth was satisfying.  I sucked and licked every bit
of sickeningly-sweet sugar off it, and then sucked for a while longer.  I
know she knew the stuff was all gone, and I felt like she understood after
a while I was just doing it to do it.

   I finally dropped it, and it seemed like to me she was almost
disappointed.  She hesitantly reached for the cake, and lifted another
dollop of icing.  Her finger slowly approached my mouth, and her smile got
a little wider.  I sucked for a long time, running my tongue to the root of
her finger, and finally taking all four of her digits in my mouth.

   She giggled, and I smiled down at her.

   "I would like to do that to the rest of you..." I softly said, when she
retracted her hand.  She never looked puzzled or nonplussed, she just
smiled some more.

   "I'd let you..." she finally said back.  I wondered if she knew what I
had really meant.

   On the countertop behind her was an opened can of icing, I assume to
touch up the cake if things like what she had just done might occur.  I
picked it up, took her still-wet hand with my other hand, and led her out
the kitchen through the back door, the one into the pantry.  I knew this
house fairly well, I had helped design it a few years ago.  I knew that
there were two pantries, some store-rooms, and a second door to the garage
through here.  What I was looking for was the "store-room" that was
actually a safe-room.

   I led her into it, and gently closed the door.  I felt like we were
pretty safe, although I was aware my world would pretty much end if we got
caught.  But I knew the present-unwrapping would take another thirty
minutes at least.  And the birthday-boy's mom, "master" of the house and
one of just a few adults in the crowd, was running the video camera.  I
felt pretty safe.  And, of course, I had gotten away with shit like this
before.

   She still seemed completely at ease with me.  I locked the door with the
top lock, a simple deadbolt.  She still didn't panic, to be locked in a
small room with a strange man.  She looked like that she was waiting for
something.  For something to begin.

   "Darling..." I wondered how to start with her.  "Darling, have you ever
kissed a boy?"

   She giggled and nodded.  "Yeah, at school," she said.  "And my cousin
Darren.  We kiss all the time."

   I bent down and slowly kissed her forehead.  She giggled some more but
still didn't pull away.  Time was wasting, though.  We needed to get to the
good stuff.

   "Darling!" I said, trying to be a little more commanding.  "Please! 
Show me your panties!"

   She giggled, but her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt without
hesitation.  She slowly raised her dress, higher and higher until a cute
little pair of pink panties were exposed.  I could literally see the
indentation of her sweet slit in the middle of the crotch.  My cock oozed.

   I slowly dropped to my knees.  Sometimes I wished I wasn't so tall, this
was one of those times.  Weirdly, by now she had hooked her thumbs in the
elastic of her panties, almost like she was preparing to pull them down.  I
wondered if she had ever done anything like this before.  I put my head
closer and closer to her sweet snatch, trying to catch its elusive scent.

   I was inches away, my head beneath her upraised skirt.  She slowly
dropped her panties maybe an inch.

   "All the way down, baby..." I breathed on her.  "All the way down... 
let me see your beautiful pussy..."

   I heard her giggle above me again.  I hoped she was having as much fun
as I was.  Her panties slid down another inch, and then another.  Her
fabulous little mound slowly came into view, as smooth as a baby's butt. 
But god she had a cute pubis.  Jeezus.  These girls.

   "What..." she finally said, stopping the desirable descent of underwear.
I waited, moving an inch closer and drawing a breath through my nose.  At
last, to my satisfaction, I smelled a slight hint of pussy.  Wonderful
little-girl pussy.  I waited, staring at it.

   "What," she said, "what are you gonna do to me?"

   "Sweet darling," I said.  "If you'll let me, I'm going to lick your
heavenly little cunt until you cum.  Then I'll smear icing on my cock and
let you lick it off."

   I wanted to be honest with her.  I knew by then that kids appreciated
honesty, even if they didn't always practice it.  And I didn't think it
would hurt my chances with her, to tell her what I was going to do to her.
I knew that probably her mind was already made up, it had probably been
decided before we entered the room.  I felt her feet shift, and moved yet a
little closer to her most beautiful nether regions.

   "Just lick me?" she said, "down there?"

   "Yeah," I said softly.  Another few seconds passed, and the panties
resumed their downwards trek.  At last, in the half-light beneath her
skirt, at long last her pussy came into view.  I just stared at it
hungrily, and let her drop her panties to her knees.

   I ducked from beneath her skirt, and met her eyes.

   "Darling," I said, "you are beautiful beyond compare!"

   She giggled.  "Down there?" she asked.

   "Hell yeah," I said.  "Down there." Behind her was a large heavy-duty
half-empty shelf.  I took her by the waist and moved her down to the empty
area, and sat her on it, just hanging her little rump over it.  She sat,
instinctively holding onto the shelf with both hands.  I heaped her dress
around her waist, and spread her legs.  Heaven waited.

   The first taste was incredible.  This little rich bitch hadn't taken a
bath this morning, I decided.  She was tasty and aromatic.  And cunt,
jeezus did she ever taste like cunt.  Cunt to the max.  Big girls taste
good, but nothing compares to a sweet, sweaty little girl.  I wondered if I
was boldly going where no man had gone before.

   "Anybody ever done this for you before?" I asked, my voice muffled by
her albeit bare little muff.  She understood me.

   "No..." she said.  "But I seen grown-ups doin' it...  on my laptop..."

   I laughed.  Goddam internet...  in some ways it helped, but in some ways
it took the fun out of it, the "new" out of it for the kids.  This was not
the first time one of my little lovers had let me do stuff to them that
they had seen on the internet.

   I was back, tounge-deep in her sweet twat.  I found her little clit, and
smashed it against her groin.  From the way she twitched and squirmed I
knew it felt good.  I even got a gasp out of her, at one point.  And the
taste, good god the taste...  she tasted like pussy magnum.  She tasted
like heaven.

   I got as far down her perineum as I could with her sitting.  I tasted a
slight taste of ass, but not enough.  I knew we wouldn't have time for me
to properly appreciate her ass, though.  I don't know how long I licked her
pussy, but of course it wasn't long enough.  I felt like I did make her
cum, though.  At some point I felt her legs tighten around my shoulders,
and goose flesh appeared on her inner thighs.  She sighed and gasped
loudly, and her body trembled.  Oh yes, I though, oh yeah, baby... 
remember that...  and every time you cum, think of me.

   At last I just had to pull away.  I slowly stood, giving her sweet cunt,
still glistening with my saliva, a last longing gaze.  I unzipped, and
worked my hard cock out the slit.  She gazed at it, a half-smile once again
on her face.  Just so she knew what they looked like, I pulled my balls
out, also.

   I took the can of icing, and started to smear some on my fingers... 
then I thought, what the fuck!  and just stuck my dick in it.  It was thick
and creamy, but I got it at least halfway in and then pulled it out,
completely coated with white sugary icing.  I hoped she would go for it, I
didn't want to have to put it back in my pants like that.  She just
watched, and I could see her mouth slowly open, like she was getting ready,
whether for my dick or the simple sweetness of it, I didn't know.

   "You want to try?" I said.  "You want to do it, like the big girls do?"
Well, the big girls did it without icing, true.  Later I wondered if the
icing had even been necessary.  But, that's the way it happened.

   She had nodded, when I asked.  She literally leaned forward, and I did
too.  The cap of my cock disappeared into her mouth, and I felt her wet
little lips around it.  Almost immediately I felt her tongue, licking the
icing off.  Damn...  try that sometimes...  it feels great.  And to know a
sweet little girl was doing it...  I knew I would cum in record time.

   I pressed my cock further into her mouth.  She took it like a pro,
sucking and licking the icing off it.  Soon I felt her nose touch my pubic
hair.  Thank god I'm not John Holmes, I thought for the first time.  I've
fucked around with little girls before, but this was the first to-the-hilt
blow job from one.  This girl, once again, surprised me and made me wonder
if I was really her first.

   I felt a hesitant touch on my balls as she took them in hand.  She
caressed them gently, like they were eggs.  The girl had a great touch. 
What a sweet little cocksucker she was.  It was almost enough, but I really
wanted her to be my sweet little fuck-doll.  Sadly, we don't always get
what we want.

   All too soon the icing was gone, but it didn't seem to matter to her. 
Well, I thought, there's a few squirts of icing left...  I relaxed or
tensed my prostate, whatever it is, and I knew I would be there pretty
quick.  She was still sucking, like the beautiful little organic vacuum
pump that she was.  I could feel her lips pull out to the head of my cock,
circling my cap...  and then she'd pull me deep inside her mouth.  How do
they know?  Instinct?  The girl was gonna make more than a few young men
happy in the years to come, I felt like.

   At last I touched her shoulder.  "Darling, I'm going to cum.  Are you
ready?" She made a noise, one that I took for assent.  I wondered if the
internet had shown her this part.  She seemed willing to just keep on
going, at least.

   At last I began to cum, pumping what felt like several mouthfuls into
her sweet pie-hole.  "Swallow, darling!" I said.  "Swallow!" She did, and
not too much escaped.  I was afraid of sending her back to the party with
cum-stains on her collar, but she managed well for an amateur.  At last my
prostate rolled over and died and I gently pulled my softening cock from
her mouth.

   "Oh, honey!" I probably gushed, "that was the sweetest ever!  Thank you,
thanks a million!" She grinned up at me, the single lightbulb glinting off
her cum-covered chin.  I took my handkerchief and wiped her down as best I
could, and gave her a large blob of icing to get the cum-taste out of her
mouth and off her breath.  She giggled, and gulped it down.  The kid would
be on a sugar high for days after this.

   I put my damp cock away, and she tugged her panties back into place. 
Our eyes met, and we giggled together.  I wondered what she thought of
this, doing sex stuff with a strange man at a party.  I hoped she'd had
fun, and I hoped she would remember me forever and the fun we had.  I had
sure as hell had fun, and I think she had, too.

   I dropped to my knees and hugged her.  "Our secret?" I said, and I felt
her nod and giggle.  Kids love secrets, though they don't always keep them
well.  I hoped she kept this one.  At least she didn't even know my name.
Or me hers, I mused.  Would she always be "the girl at the party" to me? 
Maybe it would be more sexy that way.

   I grabbed two six-packs of Pepsi off a shelf, and gave her one.  I
unlocked the door and we returned to the kitchen.  Three kids were there,
eyeing the Tower of Babel cake.  I put my six-pack on the counter and said
"just getting more joy-juice." The kids laughed, and I felt the girl behind
me touch me on the leg.  I turned and looked down at her, meeting her eyes.
She slowly winked at me, opening her mouth and doing that smirk thing that
people do when they wink.  I winked back, touched her nose, and went
looking for my girlfriend.



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