Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿ Title : Show Me Your Panties 2 Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg Date : 20161220 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=49554.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ShowMeYourPanties%20-%20Pedo%20M g.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ 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. --== 2 ==- The town was just another nameless midwest shithole. I spent a few weeks there, working for an oilfield yard that was willin' to pay me in cash, for the relatively low hourly wage I ask for. I knew I was bein' shortchanged, but I'm off the grid... it had to be cash. I know the owner was fuckin' me, but so what. I wasn't anxious to show up on the Fed's radar. I rented a trailer in a grimy little park, and moved my backpack in. That was it, a few six-packs in the fridge and I was set for the winter. I put all the clothes I had on, turned the heat down, and pulled Proust's "Remembrance" out of my pack. Now, if everybody would just leave me alone... That night passed wonderfully, as did a few more. I was halfway through Melville's "Moby Dick" for the dozenth time in my life when my peaceful world fell apart. Somebody knocked on my fucking door. Not just knocked, they pounded. "Fuck!" I mumbled, getting up off the dusty threadbare old couch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I went the half dozen steps to the door, and peeked out best I could through the drafty glass slats. I didn't see any feds or cops, but I did see what looked like the top of a kid's head. I slowly opened the door. It was just a little girl. She looked pitiful, dressed in just jeans and a thin cotton shirt. She was literally shivering in the bitter cold. "Well," I said. "Howdy!" I stood aside so she could enter, and she came right in. "What can I do for you, darlin'?" I said, and she turned and faced me. "My..." she said. Her voice was soft and low, liquid velvet. It almost gave me chills. I looked at her, barely hearing her. Was this a chance meeting? Was this fate, at work? I admit, from the first moment, I was entranced by her. She continued. "My mom won't wake up. It's been two days now... an' there's nothin'... nothin' to eat in our house..." The poor kid almost seemed apologetic. I felt for her, I felt deeply for her. Kids... they are just little slaves, to often uncaring adults. Their lives are totally out of their control. I remembered being a kid, and some of the shit that happened to me. It was crazy. I felt for this girl, I really felt for her. "Awww," I said, "C'mere!" I led her into my little kitchen. I kinda over-simplified up there, about the six-packs. I did have some food, some frozen shit and some stuff in the fridge. I turned the oven on, and pulled some items out of the freezer. I went down the hall and turned the thermostat up to eighty for the poor kid. We'll see if this old rattletrap can take it, I thought. The unit howled like a BUFF on takeoff but warm air came out the vent immediately. I returned to the kitchen and made the kid a sandwich while we waited for a frozen dinner to cook. "What's your name, darlin'?" I asked. "Chelsea..." she said. "Chelsea Worthington." "Chelse!" I presented my hand and we shook. "I'm Devin. Glad to meet you." "You're new here..." she ventured. "Yeah," I said. "I just been here a few." "I din't go to school yesterday or today," she said. "Think I'll get in trouble?" "Well," I said. I had no idea. "I think they'll understand." I hoped they would, in spite of being tools of the system. "My mom..." she suddenly seemed distant. "My mom don't move. She just lays there. She's on junk, you know." "No, I didn't know." I said. I wondered if that meant what it sounded like it meant. And I wondered about the woman. Not moving? I wondered if she had OD'd. I suppose I should go check on her. We sat and talked until the timer dinged and I took the tray out of the oven. The kid demolished the dinner just like she had the sandwich. I laughed and put another one in the oven. I felt even more sorry for her. Why do people have these kids, when they won't look after them? What a fucked up world we live in. Okay... something to admit about myself, here. I like kids. I like them too much, probably. But... I like them from a distance. I also like my freedom, and the virginity of my asshole. I mean, I've played around a little, but I've been careful. It's probably a bit gauche to simply say I've never been caught, and it's not that simple... but I've been careful, like I said. I looked at this little girl, I looked hard at her. She could have been anywhere between eight and twelve, I thought. Kids develop at different rates. Her thin shirt barely hid her hard young nipples, they poked through the cloth like hard little cones. Children have a fabulous beauty that is ninety degrees off from adults to me. This one certainly did. Not classical beauty, but an almost unearthly beauty that is impossible for me to define. I realized, almost with a sinking heart... I realized that I already loved her. Me and love... we don't always get along so good. I have left behind me, in my travels, pieces of my heart until I have wondered sometimes if there was anything left of it. I knew there was, though, when I stared at this little brown-eyed girl. "Darlin'," I said, taking the second dinner out of the oven. "Eat up. I'm gonna run over to your trailer and make sure your mom's okay. Okay?" She nodded, regarding me seriously. "You got a coat over there?" I asked her. "A jacket..." she replied. "Okay, I'll get that too. I'll be right back." I said, and put on my coat. I peeked out and looked up. Fuck... chemtrail city. I put my coat over my head, and asked the girl where she lived. I found the place, and carefully let myself in. I found the woman in a back bedroom of the freezing trailer house, stiff and cold. A needle and some vials were on the floor beside her. I left her there and gathered all the girl's clothes and shoes I could find and some things that looked like personal items. I put it all into a plastic garbage bag, and returned to my place. I sat in the kitchen with the girl. We talked for a few moments. "Chelse..." I finally said. She regarded me with huge brown eyes. "Uh-huh..." she finally said. "Your mom... your mom wants you to live with me, until she gets better." The lie came easily. Someday I would tell her the truth. "Chelse, darling... she's pretty sick. We need to give her some space. She wants you to go with me, maybe down to Mexico, where it's warm all the time. Where I can find a good job, and support us." The girl seemed to process what I had said, and then nod. "Can I..." she said. "Can I kiss her goodbye?" "Yeah..." I said. "We'll do that, before we leave." That night I left her alone for a few, reading the first pages of a book by Emerson I had. The girl had already impressed me with her speed, she read well. I'll make something of this kid, I had already told myself. I'll turn her into an upright free-thinking sensible citizen. I'll arm her mind, and prepare her to change the world. Whatever damage her mom might have done from the things she had exposed the girl too, I'll undo that damage. This kid might even be my legacy, my gift to the world. Like I said, I left, and went up to the office and borrowed the phone and called a guy I worked with whom I knew had a car for sale. I can drive, and I have a bulletproof fake license I got in Texas, registered under one of my personas. I'm a careful driver, too, to decrease my chances of being stopped. The guy said he would bring the car by tonight, and I agreed. I wanted to fly out of here, now that I had decided to take the girl. I went back to my trailer. I couldn't find the girl, until I looked in my bedroom. She was buried beneath the blankets, sound asleep. I waited on the guy with the car to arrive. The car wasn't bad, a VW diesel, I knew the model and knew it would be economical. The tag and stickers were still good. I knew this thing would get us across the border. Hell, I might keep going... as long as there was road. South America... that might be out of the reach of the system. My only fear was that I had a tracking implant or something put in my body without my knowledge... anything could have happened when I was in the Air Force. Anyway, I counted out some bills from my roll of cash, and we were both pleased. I took the guy home, went back and packed the car and then waited on the girl to wake up. Night fell, and it became apparent she was out for the count. I wondered if she had slept the last few days... in a trailer with a dead woman. Poor kid. My heart just went out to her. I'll do this, I thought. I'll take this kid, and give her the best childhood ever. At that moment, I didn't have anything else planned. Nothing nefarious, at least. Finally, about nine o'clock, I turned the heat down a notch, got undressed, and slid in beside the girl. I usually sleep naked, but this time I left my undies on. I was surprised, when I wrapped my arms around her, to find she was naked. That was okay, and what I was really used to. I kicked my underwear down to the bottom of the bed, and scratched those places that needed scratching. She felt warm and soft, and I hugged her to my body. She murmured something, and giggled. I sighed and closed my eyes. For some reason it took me a long time to get to sleep that night. Something was pressing on my chest. I woke up, and looked up. A face leered down at me, grinning widely. "Dev!" said the girl. "Wake up! The sun is up!" Sure enough, the room was brightly lit. The kid was literally sitting on my stomach, and I smiled up at her. What a wonderful way to wake up. At last, I thought... those nipples... at fucking last. Her chest was flat as a board, but her nipples were two fat little cones of pink flesh. And fuck, they looked hard enough to cut diamond in the nippy morning air of my bedroom. I could just imagine what they would feel like in my mouth. Jeezus, that would be enough, I thought. I could die happy, or I could spend the rest of my life in a cage in Leavenworth if I could just suck on those fabulous nipples for a while. I looked down, and couldn't breathe for a moment or two. Her legs were spread widely, and her beauty shone like the rising sun. The sweetest little vertical slit, with two little lips on either side. A fat fleshy little clit peeked out the middle, and her legs were spread so wide that her little cunt literally was spread open. She was completely bare, not a single pubic hair spoiled her smoothness. Her beauty took my breath away. This, I thought... this is what I've waited my whole life for. How can I not reach for it? How can I not ravish this child? The instant I had looked at her sweet little cunt my cock had become hard, like a whip cracking. It was so hard it almost hurt. I've ignored my cock somewhat lately, and now it reminded me of that. I want! it exclaimed loudly inside my brain. I want! Settle down you inconsiderate bastard! I told it. She's just a kid, for god's sake! It laughed at me and I shook my head, laughing back. She chattered and laughed and giggled and ground her hot crotch into my waist. Damn, the child had no idea what she was doing to me. I was afraid I was gonna cum, just from her occasionally bumping my cock with her butt. When she scooted backwards... fuck... then things got really interesting. Somehow she knew to raise up slightly as she scooted. My hard cock, laying mostly flat on my belly in spite of occasional twitches, disappeared beneath her damp softness. When she sat back down, I couldn't really tell, but it sure as hell felt like her pussy lips were smothering my cock. I imagine it felt like riding a broomstick to her. I was hard, fuck I was hard. I'm no giant, but I'm respectable. And I know that day I was a little fatter than usual. I was afraid the damn thing would explode. Her smile was almost wicked now. She knew, she knew she was doing something naughty, I thought. She smiled down at me like a fox and my heart just melted a little bit more. I just couldn't stand it any more. "Oh baby!" I gasped. "Oh, oh sweet darling!" I reached up with both hands, and touched her hard nipples. Oh god, the feelings I had, then. And fuck if she didn't smile more, even. I could tell it didn't bother her a bit. I cupped my hands over her nipples, and scrubbed them against my palms. Damn if they didn't seem to get even harder. Fuck, I thought... is there no end to the sexiness of this little creature? She was riding me now, like a girl on a bronc. She scrubbed her cunt down the length of my cock, and back up. She leaned forward, crouching down over me so that pressure was placed on her clit as she rode my cock. I imagined I felt her clit running down my cock like a little glass-cutter. Nothing in all my years was as sexy as what we were doing. How I held back I'll never know. She pumped me harder, and I could see her eyes glaze over. I could tell she had forgotten about me, about the world around her... all she knew, right now, was that hard little clit scraping down my rigid cock. She hiccuped, and gasped. She gasped again, and I could see her chest rise as she sucked in air. I was breathing hard, too. Within moments she gave a little squeak, shaking and bouncing, and I felt goose flesh race across her skin where her legs touched me. At last she just literally collapsed on top of me. During the last few seconds of that wild ride my cock had given up and I unloaded a few gallons of sperm on my belly and her pussy and inner thighs. Jeezus, I came so hard it took a week to get my asshole unpuckered. I had cramps in my legs, I came so hard. I never remember one like that, ever. I felt a great gratitude to the girl, that she had come into my life and in barely twelve hours I'd had the greatest orgasm ever. It made my future with her look rosy indeed. We just lay there, her on top of me, and panted in the cold air of the bedroom. I could almost see the heat pouring from her body. I put my hands over her back, and hugged her. I never wanted to give her up, now. I was more in love with her by then than I thought possible. "Darling," I said. She lifted her head and looked at me from four inches away. I leaned up and gently kissed her on the lips. She giggled. "I love you," I said. "I love you more than you'll ever know. I love you infinity to the googlest power. I love you more than Romeo loved Juliet. I love you more than Anna loved Vronsky. I love you more than... hell, darling... this could take a while." She giggled. "It don't matter," she said wisely. "We got a while. I like hearin' stuff like that. Nobody ever tol' me stuff like that before..." That made me sad. A beautiful, sweet girl like this... she should be told a hundred times a day she was loved. I could do that. I would do that. For the next twenty minutes, I did just that. I pulled her forward over my face, and at last... at long last my lips wrapped around a fat little nipple. It was every bit as wonderful as I knew it would be. She giggled above me while I made love to her nipples with my lips and scraped them with my teeth. The unreality of the whole situation just added to my pleasure, and more than once I thought... this really isn't happening... is it? It was just too perfect. I finally had to pull away, otherwise we would have just spent the rest of our lives in the bed. "Darlin'," I said, "let's get dressed, we'll run by your mom's so you can kiss her goodbye, and then we'll hit the road. We'll flip a coin, heads Mexico or tails Canada. We'll take a road trip! It'll be lots of fun!" She smiled at me, and then leaned down a few inches. Our lips touched, and stayed. After a few seconds I felt her wet little tongue on mine. My little angel wasn't that innocent, but I didn't care. She was something to start with, something to work with. I would make something out of her, something special. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255