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 andtle : Want Some Candy Little Girl

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   Date : 20141205

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   Synopsis : The sexual adventures of a twenty-something girl who has
never physically matured.

   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.  This story is all made
up, even though this medical condition exists, I saw a show on A&E about a
girl that had it.  If you don't like it, read something else.  Don't bitch
at me.  You have been warned.



   --==+==-

   The world is full of people who have medical problems.  Some of them are
severe, some not so severe.  Some strange, and some not so strange.  Taylor
May had one of the strangest.  Due to an endocrine system failure, she had
never matured.  Although she was in her early twenties, her body had never
gone through puberty.  She was short, about four and a half feet tall.  She
had literally never matured.  No breasts, no mature sexual characteristics.
Physically, her body was still about ten years old.

   This had caused no end of distress and emotional problems for the poor
girl.  She'd just come through almost ten years of therapy, and finally
seemed to be getting a grip on accepting her problem and moving on with her
life.  Her therapist had told her there was no reason why she couldn't have
a normal life, in spite of her size and immature body.  She'd gotten a good
job with a clothing manufacturer, and finally moved out from her parents.
The only thing she hadn't done was have a sex life.  This is the story of
what happened when she finally decided to change that.

   Taylor lived in a small apartment in a hi-rise downtown.  She enjoyed
finally being on her own.  She made friends with her neighbors, who had a
hard time, as most people in her life, of not treating her like a little
girl.  Finally, though, she felt like her life was starting, like she was
getting somewhere, proving things to herself.

   Her sex life was pretty much limited to her right index finger.  She
wished for more, she wanted to meet Mr.  Right, Mr.  Right-for-her, but she
hadn't had much luck.  Most men just saw her as a little girl.  Her flat
chest still caused her grief, and her tiny little cunny, she didn't see
how, if she ever met him, Mr.  Right could get his adult sized penis in
that little thing.  She still lay awake in bed at times and cried for
herself, over her condition, but she was slowly getting a grip on it. 
Slowly learning to accept it.

   Taylor's clothes were a difficulty, also.  It's easy to be taken for a
kid when all you can buy are kid's clothes.  She finally met a seamstress
through her job that was very good, and willing to make adult-style clothes
for her.  Business suits, and skirts and blouses that didn't have cartoon
characters on them, or weren't outlandish colors.  Taylor still got a kick
out of looking cool in kids clothes at times, and had a closet-full of
them. But, she also looked stylish and sharp in her work clothes.  Working
for a clothing company had its advantages.

   One day, on a whim, Taylor put on a Disney shirt and some shorts, and
went to get something to eat.  Afterwords, she stopped by the park for some
sun.  It was springtime, and kids were everywhere.  She did what she had
done at other times, she just joined right in.  It was fun to lose herself
in the mindless play of ten year olds, and she still got a secret thrill at
spying on the world of children.  She loved children, they were so open and
uninhibited, and she often found herself becoming the same way after
spending time with them.

   She noticed the man fairly quickly.  He was sitting on a bench, watching
the kids play in the sand.  He had a newspaper on his lap, and as she stood
in front of him she noticed some motion beneath it.  Shit, she thought,
that motherfucker is playing with himself.  Sure enough, one of the man's
hands was beneath the paper.  She was shocked he was brave enough to do it,
with all the mothers around.  She looked around.  There were no mothers,
just kids.  That bastard, she thought, that fucking bastard.  Jerking his
cock to little kids.  The thought occurred to her that maybe he'd even been
looking at her when he did it.  That actually kind of turned her on, rather
than disgusted her.  Who says I don't have a sex life, she thought. 
Turning on dirty old men at the park.  Well I am pretty hot, for a ten year
old.

   On a whim, she approached the man.  He was an old fart, maybe fifty, but
at least he looked clean and fairly well kept up.  He was even beardless,
which relieved her for some reason.  She got closer and closer, finally
stopping a scant ten feet from him.  She suddenly turned around, and his
eyes met hers.

   "What'cha doin', mister?" she asked, in her best little girl voice.  He
jerked, visibly, and all motion beneath the newspaper stopped.

   "Nothin'.  Go away," he said, embarrassed.

   "What you doin' under there?" she said, motioning towards the paper.

   "Nothin', I said," the man growled.  He seemed scared, now that he was
caught in the act.

   "Can I see it?" she asked, in her best pleading little girl voice.

   "No.  Go away."

   "But Mister...  I wanna see one...  I wanna see a big one..."

   She had no idea why she was doing this.  Partly, she was just fucking
with him.  And partly, she was curious if he really did have his dick out,
beneath the paper.  And, like she'd said, she'd like to see a big one. 
She'd seen little boys, but she'd never seen an adult cock, in her life. 
She'd seen lots of them on the internet, just last night, even.  She was
curious.

   "Please..." she whined, begging with her eyes.  She didn't feel that
afraid of him, she didn't want to get close enough that he could grab her,
she was at least that careful.

   "Little girl..." the man said, exasperated.

   "What's your name?" she asked, wanting to direct the conversation to
something other than "go away".

   "Mr.  Bennett.  Now go away." he said.

   "Mr.  Bennett...  let me see it.  Please?"

   "You're gonna get me in trouble.  Go away," Damn, she thought.  This nut
is hard to crack.  She had thought a perv like him would jump at the
opportunity to show his cock off to a little girl.

   "Don't you like me?" she said, and pulled her skirt up, and twirled,
like a ballerina.  She hoped he'd seen her panties.

   "Yes, I like you.  I love you.  But I don't wanna get in trouble."

   "I won't get you in trouble.  I won't tell anybody.  Just let me see
it."

   "Come around here and stand behind me," he said.  Ha ha, she thought to
herself.  The fish is on the line.  She went around the bench and stood
behind him and to the side, where she could see his lap.  She was still
cautious that he didn't grab her, although she didn't figure he'd do
anything like that here, out in the open.

   He slowly slid the paper down his lap, and she saw the shaft of his hard
cock emerging from his pants.  Only a few inches of it, and then he slid
the paper back.  Oh, she thought, that was not nearly enough.  She felt an
electrical shock run through her body, centered on her vagina.  She knew
what she'd do tonight, when she went to bed.

   "Show me all of it," she commanded, and he gave a sharp laugh.

   "Not here, not out in the open," he said.  Both his hands were busy
beneath the paper, now, and she could tell he was stuffing it back into his
pants.  "Follow me, if you really want to see it."

   "You're...  you're not gonna hurt me, are you?" she said, remembering
she was a little girl.

   "No, of course not.  Just follow me, ten or twenty yards behind me. 
Don't walk with me," he said, and stood, dropping the paper on the bench.
He took off for the woods at the end of the park, and after a moment's
thought, she followed him.

   What the fuck am I doing?  she asked herself.  Following a pervert into
the woods?  It will serve me right if he kills me.  I am so stupid.  But,
she almost seemed powerless to stop herself.  She wanted to see more of
that thick round fleshy tube he'd showed her.

   She wandered along, keeping behind him, following.  Finally they were in
the trees, she had entered at another point than he did, but she caught up
with him quickly.  They reached a place that he felt safe in, a little
patch of bushes, and he pushed into them.  She followed, to find a small
clearing, with bushes up to about chest height, for an adult.  She realized
that she probably couldn't be seen at all, from outside.

   Mr.  Bennett stopped, and placed his finger at his lips, motioning for
silence.  She didn't move or even hardly breathe, and they both listened
for any sign of anyone else in the woods.  Good.  Nothing.

   Mr.  Bennett smiled down at her.  He slowly unzipped his pants, and drew
his hard cock out.  Oh, shit, she thought.  Goddam.  That is a monster. 
She didn't actually have anything to compare it with, but it looked like a
monster to her.

   He just stood there, smiling gently, letting his hard cock stand
straight out from his body.  She took a step forward, not sure what to do
from here.

   "Touch it," he said.  "Touch it if you want, little girl."

   She took another step, and slowly reached out her hand.  It felt soft,
both soft and hard.  It was warm, too.  She ran her hands down the shaft of
it, to his scruffy pubic hair, then out to the end, to the funny cap-like
thing on the end.  She curled her fingers around the cap, and gently
squeezed.  God, it was hard, it barely squished any, and it seemed to get
harder, even, when she did that.

   She laughed quietly, and looked up at him, smiling.  He had a beatific
smile on his face.  His every dream was coming true, she realized.  And I'm
doing it for him.

   "Darling.  Thank you." he said, and she smiled up at him.

   "My momma puts these in her mouth," she said, once again on a whim.  In
real life she could never imagine her mother sucking a cock.  But it turned
her on to say it.  She wondered if she was brave enough to do that, if he
asked her to.

   He blanched at that, and she was sure he was weighing the risk versus
the reward to asking her to do it.  Reward finally won out, as she'd
thought it would.

   "Little darling, you can do that if you wish," he said, looking around
again.  She thought furiously.  He seems to be a nice old man, she thought.
What are the chance's he's gonna kill me, afterwards?  Maybe I should run
away when he starts cumming.

   She stared at the massive hard cock in front of her.  She knew that it'd
just barely fit into her mouth.  Still...  she really wondered what it
would feel like...  she'd masturbated a thousand times, thinking about
cocks like this...  and now, now here one was.

   She leaned forward, before she could stop herself, and gulped it into
her mouth.  My god, she thought.  I am sucking a cock.  I am giving a blow
job.  She closed her lips around the fatness of it, and sucked it as deep
as it would go.  She could barely get half of it in.  Sweet Jeezus, she
thought, this guy is a monster.  Truly a monster.  She didn't think about
how small her mouth was.

   She sucked hard.  She tasted a slight sweaty taste.  Some slippery stuff
was on the end of it, and she slid her tongue around in it, feeling the
little slit in the end of it.  That's where his semen will come from, she
thought.  She wondered, now that she had taken him in her mouth, if she'd
be brave enough for that.  To swallow his sperm.  She wondered, as she had
many times before, what it would taste like.  She realized she'd already
decided.  She would do it.

   She tried to remember everything she'd ever read about sucking cocks. 
She ran it in and out of her mouth, sucking hard on the cap each time.  She
felt a jerk from his body, and he moaned loudly.  She laughed silently. 
I'm doing that, she thought.  I'm making him feel that good.

   The end came quickly.  He was nice enough to warn her, at least.  He
said, "Darling, some stuff is going to squirt in your mouth if you keep
going."

   Well, she thought, he's nice enough to give me a choice.  She kept
going. Within a few more strokes, a few more licks, she felt something deep
inside him give a big twitch, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with
liquid.  Again and again he squirted, and finally her mouth was so full she
realized she'd have to swallow, or spit.  She swallowed, trying to time it
inbetween squirts, and swallowed again.  Damn, he's full of the shit, she
thought.  Not any more, it's all in my belly, now.

   He was finally done.  He almost collapsed, but somehow remained
standing. She ran her lips down his cock one last time, trying to get all
the sperms off it.  She let it drop from her mouth.  She forgot her idea to
run away, and just knelt there in front of him, smiling up at him.

   He smiled down at her, a peaceful, loving smile.  He couldn't believe
his luck.  After a lifetime of waiting, he'd finally met her.  The one. 
She was the one.  She was the sexiest, most beautiful little cocksucker in
the world.  And she had been all his, for a brief moment.  He was a lucky
man.

   "Thank you, darling, thank you," he finally said, and put his now-soft
cock back in his pants.  He held a hand down to her, and helped her rise,
and then he squatted and brushed off some sticks and twigs that had stuck
to her knees.  He took her hand, and they walked out of the woods back into
the park.

   "What's your name, darling," he finally thought to ask, and she replied
"Taylor."

   "Taylor, dearest, you are the sweetest thing in the world.  I love you
dearly.  Will I ever see you again?" he asked.

   "Sure, I come here a lot.  I live there," she pointed at her building.
Stupid, she told herself, don't tell him everything.  It was hard, though,
she was still in kid mode.  Kids told everything.

   "I look forward to seeing you again," he said.  Almost as an
afterthought, he asked, "You aren't going to tell anyone what we did, are
you?"

   "Naw..." she said.  "I don't wanna get in trouble.  You won't tell on me
will you?" She looked up at him with her big brown eyes.  His heart melted
a little bit more.

   "Darling," he kneeled and hugged her.  "You gave me something very
beautiful and precious today.  I will never tell on you.  Thank you, thank
you again."

   She waved as he walked off.  Hah, she thought, once again.  Who says I
don't have a sex life?  Sucking off old men in the park, that counts,
right?



   --==+==-

   Taylor made a habit of it.  Before the week was out she met him again,
and they walked back into the woods.  She sucked him way longer than the
first time, and after they came back out they sat for a while and talked,
and he told her about his life, his unhappy marriage that had finally
thankfully ended, and he even mentioned how much he loved watching the kids
play.  She giggled.  She knew what he did when he watched them.  She hoped
that what she did was enough for him, now that she knew him she didn't want
him to get in trouble if somebody ever saw him doing it.

   She told him a little about herself, mostly true stuff from when she'd
actually been a kid, she knew how hard it was to remember lies you'd told
somebody.  To her amusement, he cautioned her against what she'd done with
him, he tried to warn her that here were bad men out there, who would do
bad things to sweet little girls.  She felt like she knew that already, but
she nodded and took his advice.  I'd never do this for anybody but you, she
tried to assure him.



   --==+==-

   But, she did.  The second time, the second time she played around with
somebody, it just kind of happened, like it had the first time.  She was in
Wally-world, looking for some socks, when she noticed a man watching her.
He was younger than Mr.  Bennett, and skinnier, and she immediately noticed
the lump in his pants.  Damn, she thought, how many of these fuckers have
hard-ons for little girls?  She felt like she was figuring out something
major about the way the world worked.  She had no idea there were so many
perverts out there.  She wondered why so many of these guys suddenly showed
up.  I probably just wouldn't have noticed him before, she thought.

   They guy didn't look scarey, at least.  She knew that didn't mean a lot.
She led him on, giving him a smile, and then walking around to another
aisle.  He followed her, to her satisfaction.  She grabbed a pair of shorts
from the rack, and turned to him.

   "Would you come help me try these on?" she turned to him and asked,
trying her best to be coy and seductive.  She didn't figure she had to try
too hard.

   The man visibly swallowed, and looked all around.  Finally he spoke. 
"Little girl...  is your mother around?"

   "No, she's in Marcey's," she said, picking a store way down at the end
of the strip.  The man didn't look too relieved.

   "Just pretend you're my daddy," she said.  "You can go in the dressing
room with me."

   The man gulped again.  She wondered how brave he was.  Brave enough,
apparently.  He approached, and took the shorts from her hand.  She held
her hand up, and he took it.  They walked to the dressing rooms.  He didn't
tell the woman anything, he just took a number and they walked into a
dressing room.  She shut and locked the door, and turned.

   He shocked her, at that point, he grabbed her hard, by the shoulder,
pinching her so much that it hurt.

   "Ouch, shit!" she said, keeping her voice soft.  "You don't have to do
that.  Don't hurt me!"

   "Sorry," he said, letting some pressure off.  But he kept hold of her.

   "Shit," she said again.  Oddly, she wasn't scared.  She knew he was
rougher than Mr.  Bennett, but she wasn't scared yet.  She kicked her
shorts down her legs, and stood before him in her panties.

   He stared down at her.

   "Take those off," he finally said, softly.  She didn't move, and looked
pointedly at his hand, still gripping her shoulder.  He finally let go, and
she slid her panties down her legs.  She stood before him, bottomless.

   He grabbed her with both hands, and picked her up and stood her on the
bench.  He sat, and mashed his face into her groin.  She felt his tongue,
almost immediately, licking on her veneris mons, right at the top of her
slit.  He went down slowly, and she spread her legs as best she could, and
she felt electrical shocks shoot through her legs as he tongued her clit.
Oh, shit, she thought, that makes it worth it all.  That's the spot.  She
realized it was hard for him to reach her clit, and she finally placed her
left leg up on his shoulder, allowing her to spread her legs widely while
still standing up.  She wished there was a place where she could lay down,
and really spread her legs wide.  This was very enjoyable.

   His hands were on her little ass, squeezing and kneading.  That felt
good, too.  He probed into her crack, feeling for her asshole.  She crooked
her leg, and pulled him against her body harder.  She felt his finger
sliding around in her sweaty asscrack, and it felt good to her.  He finally
found her little asshole, and she felt his fat finger push against her
sphincter.  She tried to relax, but it was hard, every time he pushed
against it she automatically tensed up.  When his finger finally entered
her body it hurt, and she made a noise.  He didn't stop, he just pushed his
finger into her body.  She contemplated saying something, but it didn't
hurt that bad, not yet at least.  She knew that she often pooped out turds
way bigger around than his finger, it was just a matter of relaxation.  He
was lustily licking her clit, now, and sawing his finger in and out of her
anus.  She put her hands on his head, and let him lick and suck her,
contented.  This was fun, she thought, fun, but dangerous fun.  The guy
seemed kind of rough, but she could tell he was mad for her.  Crazy mad.

   He finally stopped, panting, and stared up at her.  She wished she could
have came, but there just wasn't time.

   "We can't stay in here forever," he said, and she nodded.

   "Show it to me," she said, pointing at his cock.  She could see the lump
in his pants.  He stood, and she sat on the bench in front of him.  He
unzipped his pants, and drew his hard cock out of the slit.  And his two
balls.  She was entranced, never having seen balls before.  She touched
them, amazed at their softness.  She cupped his balls in one hand, and
grasped his cock in the other, jacking it slightly.

   "Hurry!" the man said, and she pulled him to her, and eagerly took his
cock in her mouth.  She realized he hadn't expected that, and he froze. 
Suddenly, he didn't seem to be in that big a hurry.  She sucked, hard,
thinking how different his cock felt than Mr.  Bennett's.  This one wasn't
nearly as long or large, and she could get almost all of it in her mouth.
She sucked hard on the cap, and then ran it all the way in, to the root. 
Damn, she thought, that felt cool.  She did it again and again, sucking as
hard as she could, until her mouth started aching.

   He touched her on the head right before he came, and she could feel him
twitching and tensing up.  Suddenly he exploded in her mouth, and came and
came.  He came a lot more than Mr.  Bennett had, and she swallowed and
swallowed.  Jeezus, she thought.  He finally got done, and she felt him
relax beneath her.  He sighed, and took her head in his hands, caressing
her.  She sucked the length of his cock one last time, feeling it grow soft
in her mouth, and dropped it.

   "Oh thank you darling but we need to get out of here!" he said in one
breath, and she grabbed her shorts and stepped into them.  He grabbed her
panties and stuffed them in his pocket, and they innocently left the
dressing room.  The man carried the shorts they'd selected to try on,
finally dropping them on an aisle somewhere.  She wondered how she'd get
rid of him, now.  He solved the problem.

   "Thanks, darlin'," he said, and patted her on the head, and walked away.
Damn, she thought, I'm gettin' good at this shit.  I need to be careful not
to like it too much.  Mr.  Bennett was right, there are bad people out
there.



   --==+==-

   That night, she lay in bed and fingered herself to a massive orgasm. 
She wished somebody was there to lick her pussy like that man had licked it
earlier.  She was hooked on that shit, after just one experience, she
realized.  From now on, that was part of the deal.  And his finger, up her
butt.  That had felt pretty goddam cool, once it stopped hurting.  She
wondered if Mr.  Bennett would like to lick her pussy and stick his finger
up her butt.  Surely he would.  She wondered what the man had done with her
panties, if he was sniffing them right now, or jacking off in them.  Her
pussy twitched again, that quick, and her finger went back down below the
covers.



   --==+==-

   The last guy had frightened her a little bit, with his initial
intensity. The next time she got lucky, and got a nice guy.  It was a
Saturday night, and she was bored.  Bored, and horny.  She sat around the
house, and even wiggled her finger on her clit for a little while, but that
just didn't do it for her any more.  She knew what she wanted.  She wanted
a tongue on her clit again.  That had become her new favorite thing.

   She finally put on some kid clothes, a blouse emblazoned with a
cartoon-character, and a short school-girl looking skirt.  On a whim, she
stripped her panties down her legs, and it felt sexy to think about walking
around town bare down below.  The first guy that acts half-way interested
has got this bitch, she thought.

   She walked down the plaza to McDerp's, and ordered a small burger and a
tea.  She sat on an elevated stool at a long table in the middle of the
restaurant, and ate.  Her eyes rose, to see a man sitting alone at at booth
right across from her.  He had just been bending over to pick something up
from the floor, a napkin he'd dropped.  His face was turned towards her as
he rose, and she realized, with a shock, that he was trying to look up her
skirt.

   Goddam shit fire, she thought.  They are everywhere.  Well, thank
goodness for that.  When you need a perv, you don't have to look far.  His
eyes met hers, finally, and he looked embarrassed.  Made you!  she thought,
laughing to herself.  She just smiled broadly at him.  Maybe he'd take the
hint.  He didn't though, he just turned back and continued eating.  She
looked at him critically.  He was maybe a bit younger than Mr.  Bennett,
nice features, fairly slim and probably fairly attractive for an old fart.
He was good enough for her.

   She spread her legs wide, and inched her skirt up her legs until she
knew he could see beneath her skirt.  She didn't know if there was enough
light for him to see everything, but she figured he could tell she wasn't
wearing any panties.  At least she hoped he could.  She looked around to
make sure nobody else was noticing.  Nobody seemed to be.  People, she
thought.  So unaware.  Lost in their own little worlds.

   She kept her eyes down, but from her peripheral vision she could see him
looking at her, and looking again.  She hoped she was giving him a good
show.  He squirmed about on his seat, and she wondered if his dick was hard
and cramped in his pants.  You'll be able to get that thing out, she
thought, if my plan works.

   She finished her burger, and sat there, now staring intently at him.  He
finally felt her gaze, and cautiously turned his head.  She crooked her
finger to him in the universal "come here" symbol, and jumped down off her
stool.  She walked to the back of the restaurant, where the bathrooms were.
She didn't have long to wait.  Here he came.

   She looked around.  No one was close.  Good.  He approached her, and
finally stood before her.  He just looked at her, he didn't say anything.

   "I got a problem, will you help me?" she said, and motioned to the
family restroom, the one for people with babies or parents of opposite
sexes than their kids.  He just stood and stared.  She went in the
bathroom, and stood in the door, waiting.

   He finally looked all around, to reassure himself that no one was
noticing.

   "Little girl, where's your mother?" he asked softly.

   "She's at home.  I come here by myself all the time," she said, equally
softly.

   "What do you want from me?" he asked.

   She thought quickly.  She just had to get him in the room, and the door
locked.  She knew she could do the rest, after that.  She finally said,
"The elastic in my panties was pinchin' me, so I took them off.  Can you
look at them?"

   He gulped, visibly.  She knew the hook was set, with the word "panties".
She knew what pervs liked.  He finally followed her into the room, and she
closed and locked the door.  She prayed to herself that he was as nice as
he looked.

   She turned to him, and said softly, "I'm sorry to lie to you...  I don't
have any panties, I left them at home.  What I really want is for you to
lick me...  down there..."

   All color fled from the man's face.  He brought his hand up to his
mouth, and she could see he was trembling.

   "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" he said, his voice still low. 
She could tell he was just seconds from bolting for the door.

   "No!" she said urgently.  "You just looked like a nice guy.  And I saw
you trying to peek at my panties.  I just want my pussy licked 'til I cum.
Please?"

   He gulped again.  He looked around, as if somebody else might be in the
room with them.  She turned and saw the changing table.  Damn, it was
pretty high up there, though.  She turned back to him.

   "Lift me up on that," she said, nodding at the table.  He finally took a
step forward, and gripped her waist, and easily lifted her to the table. 
Good, good, she thought.

   It was deep enough that she could lean against the wall, and her bottom
was hanging over the edge slightly.  She watched his face as she lifted her
skirt up and exposed her little cunt.  He just almost melted then, his
whole body slumped, and he stared hungrily at her.  She knew at that moment
that she owned him totally.

   "Come on, lick me!" she said.  She spread her legs as wide as she could,
and reached down and spread her little pussy for him, showing him her clit.
He took a faltering step forward, and then another.  He slowly bowed his
head, stopping three inches from her sweet cunt.  He closed his eyes and
drew a hard breath in through his nose, smelling her.  She knew she smelled
good.  Wait 'til you taste it, she thought.

   His tongue felt good, immediately.  He put it right on her clit, and
licked hard, for the longest time.  She felt, that quick, the familiar
tightness in her legs that meant she was going to cum.  He went down along
her cunt lips, and ended up on her asshole.  She wiggled and scooted
forward some more, to give him more room, and grasped her ass cheeks in her
hands, spreading them apart so he could get in there.  He pressed his
tongue into her ass.  Oh, she thought, that feels good.  She relaxed as
hard as she could, and felt his tongue inside her body.  She knew she was
turning him on.  She saw his arms moving, and knew that he was getting his
cock out of his pants.  Good, she thought.  Good.

   He finally went back to her clit, and within a minute she finally had
the orgasm she'd hoped for.  Damn, she thought, that was a good one, too.
She was panting for breath, now, and as she came down from her high he just
kept on smashing her clit with his tongue.  Goddam, she thought, goddam
that fucking feels good.  Holy shit goddam.

   Five or six minutes later, she had another one.  Shit, she thought, this
motherfucker is good.  He knew what girls liked.  Her legs were trembling
and she was gasping for breath.  She felt like she'd been running or
something.  The intensity of the whole experience was turning her on, the
thrill of getting away with something.  She wondered if anybody was
outside, waiting for them to get through.  She hoped not.

   After the second one, she pushed his head away from her.  He looked at
her, surprised.  "Get me down," she said, and he complied, picking her body
up and standing her on the floor.  She dropped on down to her knees, and
seized his cock with her eager hands.

   He looked surprised.  And she was surprised, his cock was big, maybe
even bigger than Mr.  Bennett's.  A nice one, she though.  A goddam nice
one.

   "Darlin'," he said.  "Have you done this before?"

   She looked up at him and smiled.  "Just once," she said.  "To my daddy.
But he said I couldn't do it to him no more for some reason."

   She secretly amused herself with her lies.  She couldn't imagine sucking
her dad's cock any more than she could imagine her mom sucking a cock. 
Crazy.  But she knew shit like that turned perverts on.  She figured she
was right, this guy smiled dreamily and nodded.

   She gulped his cock into her mouth, and slid down the length of it, as
far as she could go.  Damn, she though, this fucker has a fat cock.  Her
jaw almost hurt.  She began to pump in and out, moving her head, sucking
hard.  She wondered how long it would take him to cum.  She fondled his
soft balls, loving the feeling of them.  She circled the top of his sack
with her fingers, feeling his fat balls below, and wiggled them.  When I'm
done, she thought, I'm putting these in my mouth, just for the hell of it.

   He went longer than she thought he would.  She felt the cap of his cock
expand, the harder she sucked.  Remember this, she told herself, remember
this feeling.  Remember the power you have over these fuckers.  You are the
queen, the cocksucking queen.

   He finally touched her on the head, and grunted softly.  She figured
that meant he was going to cum.  Sure enough, within a few seconds a flood
of sperm poured from the end of his cock.  Again, and again.  She gulped
and swallowed, but some of it still ran down her chin and out the corners
of her mouth.  Damn, he came a lot.  She was still holding his balls, and
she was surprised they didn't shrink.  His prostate finally stopped
twitching, and he sighed deeply, satisfied.

   She finally slurped the length of his cock, cleaning it as best she
could.  She let it drop, and sat back, and smiled up at him.  He finally
smiled, and he gently helped her to her feet.  Damn, she thought, I forgot
to suck his balls.  Maybe next time.

   "Darlin'," he said, "Thank you.  Thank you greatly.  Do you come here
often?"

   "Yeah," she said, thinking.  "Come back next Saturday night, eightish. I
might be here.  But next time you'll have to buy me a burger first."

   He nodded, and put away his cock.  He took a paper towel, and wiped her
chin, and then mopped up the sperm that had spilled on the floor.  They
walked to the door, and he unlocked it.  They walked out into the
restaurant, and she was relieved to see that nobody appeared to even
notice. What the hell, she thought, they'd just think he was my dad.  Or
grandfather.

   That was it.  It was over.  She almost wished it had gone on a little
longer.  They went outside, and he thanked her again.  She watched him get
in a car, and she waved as he drove off.  She knew he was hooked on her,
though.  She knew he'd sure as fuck be back here in a week.  And she knew
she'd be here.



   --==+==-

   A few weeks later, a scarey one did happen.  And the worst part was, by
now she knew better.  But, this time she didn't really go looking for it,
it just happened.  Still, though it was dangerous, she felt like she had
some control over her situation.  She knew she had something these guys
wanted bad.  But, like Mr.  Bennett had warned her, she also knew there
were bad guys out there.

   She was in the basement of her apartment building, in the gym.  She did
the gym stuff lightly, she had no desire to bulk up, but she felt like she
still needed the exercise.  Finally everyone else had left, except for one
guy.  She didn't know him, she'd seen him around a few times, so he wasn't
a total stranger.  Maybe that was what fooled her about him.

   They were alone in the room.  She wasn't even thinking sexual shit at
the moment, she wasn't thinking about seducing him.  He barely even looked
at her, until she walked in front of him.

   "I thought they didn't allow kids in this building," he said abruptly.
Well, shit, she thought.  What a way to start a conversation.

   "They don't," she said, turning to face him, her hands on her hips.

   "Then what are you doing here?" he said.  He almost seemed hostile to
her.  You fuck, she thought, you don't like kids?  What is your problem?

   "Oh, it's a long story," she finally said, deciding to let it go.

   "How old are you?" he asked, not willing to give it up.

   She started to say twenty-four, but then thought, what the hell.  Just
to fuck with him a little further, she said, "Ten."

   "So what are you doing here, then?" he said.

   "What do you think?  Exercising."

   "Where are your parents?" he asked.  Well, shit, she thought, I'll just
tell him the truth.

   "Dorsey," she said, knowing that he'd know that was twenty miles away or
so.

   "You here with family, then?" he said.

   She shook her head.  Let him fuckin' wonder, she thought.

   "When you gotta be home, then?" he said.

   "Just whenever," she replied.  She was slightly irritated with him, and
decided to break it off and leave.  To her surprise he stepped forward, and
took her hand.  She yanked, but he didn't let go.  Shit, she thought.

   "C'mere," he said.  "I wanna show you somethin'."

   He led her, well, pulled her through a door in the back of the room, a
door that the custodians usually only used.  He took her into the bowels of
the building, past the backside of the elevator shafts, to a row of rooms
that looked like they were storage rooms.  Her heart was pounding, and she
was beginning to be scared.

   "In here," he said, and led her into one of the rooms.  He shut the
door, and locked it.  Shit, she thought.  I'm locked in here, with this
bastard.

   He turned to her, leering at her.

   "I said I'd show you something.  Here it is!" he pulled his cock out of
his pants, and his balls too.  Well, shit, she thought, perplexed.  He had
the smallest cock she'd ever seen.  Well, she'd only seen two of them, so
far.  Plus that million she'd seen, on the internet.  But this one was
barely half as long as Mr.  Bennett's.  It was truly a teenie weenie.  She
almost felt sorry for the stupid motherfucker.

   Don't act scared, she told herself, don't act scared.  She walked the
two steps to him, and took his little cock in her hands.  She stroked it,
rubbing the cap, and up and down the shaft.  She looked up and him, and was
surprised to see a frown on his face.

   "You done this before?" he said.  Oh, shit, she thought.  She figured he
wanted her to be an innocent little girl, not an experienced cocksucker.

   "No..." she said.  "But I watched my sister do it to her boyfriend."

   "Do what?" he said.

   "She puts it in her mouth.  And inside her mouse." She replied.  He
nodded.

   "You gonna do that to me?" he said.

   For a reply, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth.  The whole
thing, this time.  She felt his hands on her head, and he squeezed her
again, hard.

   "Don't hurt me," she said, dropping his cock and looking up at him.  He
just stared belligerently down at her.

   "You stupid little bitch," he said.  "I can do whatever I want to you."

   "You need to be nice to me.  I'll do this," she motioned towards his
cock, "if you'll just be nice to me."

   The man didn't nod or anything, he just stared at her.  You
motherfucker, she thought, grow up, shithead.  She bent back down to his
cock.  But at least he didn't squeeze her any more.

   He let her suck for a long time, he didn't seem eager to cum.  She
wondered when he'd squirt, and she could leave.  She still wasn't that
scared, weirdly.  It seemed like she had some control on the situation. 
She knew she had something he wanted.  She just hoped her body wasn't found
in the room tomorrow.

   He finally had enough of the sucking.  He turned, pulling his cock out
of her mouth.

   "C'mere," he said, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her along with him.
There was a stack of tarps in the corner, and he dragged her over to them.
He grabbed her shoulder and around her legs and threw her body up on the
stack.  She was about waist height, now.  She knew what was coming next. 
He was going to fuck her.

   He yanked her shorts down her legs, and threw them on the floor.  He
literally tore her leotard in two, at the crotch, and pulled it up.  She
was bare before him, exposed.  He fingered her pussy, roughly, and then
stuck his finger in his mouth, wetting it.  He pushed it into her body, and
she squirmed in pain.

   "Go easy!" she said, wondering if she screamed if anybody would hear. 
Probably not, they hadn't seen anyone on their way in here.

   The man seemed to ignore her.  His finger was almost all the way inside
her body, now.  It hurt.  He pulled out and pushed back in, and she saw a
slight bloody streak on it.  Shit, she thought.  I'm not a virgin, any
more.

   She was relieved, at least, that he didn't have a monster cock, like Mr.
Bennett.  This guy was small.  It shouldn't be that bad, if he went ahead
and did it.  If he just wasn't so goddam rough.  She wondered if it would
matter to him if she told him she was twenty-four years old.  He probably
wouldn't believe her.  She had a feeling she was going to be fucked, no
matter what.

   She looked down at his hard little cock.  It didn't look that
frightening, if he did it.  It really wasn't much bigger than his finger,
truth be known.  She could stand it.  No wonder he was so goddam hostile,
with a weenie that small.

   He had enough of finger-fucking her.  He pulled his finger out, and
stepped forward.  He placed the head of his cock right on her pussy lips.
Oh, shit, she thought, get ready.

   "You'll like this," was all he said.  He leaned forward and spit again,
right where his cock met her pussy.  Then, he began pushing into her.

   It wasn't that bad, she thought.  And he was right, it actually felt
pretty good.  It didn't take him long to get all the way in, and then he
began pumping in and out, in and out.  He began to breathe deeply and he
stood on his tip-toes.  She felt a twinge from her legs, and wondered if
she'd be able to cum from this.

   Damn.  Shit.  He came, that quick.  Before she'd even really gotten
started.  The stupid fucker.  He came, panting, gasping, twitching and
jerking.  She wondered if he'd squirted his semen inside of her, she hadn't
felt it.  Her little pussy was still just a tiny bit sore, but all in all
it felt pretty good.  She just wished he'd gone on a lot longer.  She
wished she could have cum while he fucked her.

   The man yanked his dick out of her.  He grabbed her jaw in his hand, and
squeezed hard.  Shit fire, she thought.  Why does he think he has to do
that?  Fuck!

   "You gonna tell anybody 'bout this?" he said, looking almost angry.

   "Shit no," she said.  "I don't wanna get in trouble."

   He seemed to soften slightly.  "You shouldn't get in trouble.  You
didn't do nothin'.  You're just a kid."

   "My lips are sealed," she said, hoping he believed her.

   "Well, don't," he finally said.  "Don't make me have to look you up and
hurt you."

   He pulled her off the tarps and she stood on the floor.  She reached
down and picked up her shorts and pulled them up her legs.  The bastard. 
He'd ruined her favorite pair of leotards.

   She just marched to the door, and unlocked it.  He was right behind her,
and she wondered if she'd feel his hands around her neck at some point.

   "How the fuck do we get out of here," she growled, unsure of which
direction to go.

   "You need to watch your language," the man said.  "That's not very
becoming for a child."

   Yeah, she thought, you fuckin' rapist.  That's not very becoming,
either.



   --==+==-

   That night, she paused and reassessed her life.  She felt like she'd
done a very dangerous thing today.  Well, she felt like she'd survived a
very dangerous thing.  But she knew that she hadn't survived because of
anything she'd done.  She'd survived simply because he hadn't decided to
kill her.  She wondered what would happen next time she saw him, around the
building.  I'll pretend like I don't know him, for sure, she thought.  I
will not give him a reason to hurt me.  And I won't allow myself to be
alone with him, any more.  Although...  she wondered if he could be
convinced to allow her to cum, before he did.  He did have the perfect dick
for fucking her, as opposed to those giant fuckers out there.  If she ever
got a boyfriend, he'd have to have a small dick, too.



   --==+==-

   Taylor's next sexual experience happened on a business trip to Myrtle
beach.  Well, not her next one, she still met Mr.  Bennet every week or so
on the playground.  Her next sexual partner.  And it was a lot nicer than
that last guy had been, at least.

   She'd had a lot of fun, on the trip.  Her business associates all knew
her, and they were fun.  She entertained them with her many stories of life
as a child in an adult world, and she was pretty much the star of the show.
One of them, she was slowly realizing, one of them liked her.  Really liked
her.

   His named was Darren.  He was a junior department head, just a small
wheel in a big machine.  She'd noticed that first night that he seemed to
hang on her every word.  But it didn't click until that night, when they
were all together in the bar.  That was an interesting story, in itself. 
Taylor had her license, but shit, she still looked like a ten-year old
girl. The bartender finally gave up running her out when all the people
with her told him her story, as she just sat there and grinned.  He finally
gave her a whiskey that was ninety percent water, like she asked.  They all
had a good time, sitting and around and drinking and talking.

   At some point she'd stood, and walked over to the large glass wall that
looked out on the beach.  She heard someone behind her and turned.  It was
Darren.  They made small talk for a while, and he finally said, "I think
I'm going for a walk on the beach.  Wanna come?"

   She didn't really, she didn't want to leave the fun of the party, but
she thought, what the hell.  She followed him out, and down the boardwalk.
They took off their shoes, and walked along the beach and let the waves wet
their feet and ankles.

   They talked, and she told him more about her life, a little more private
than the stuff she'd told the crowd.  She felt like he was sympathetic to
her situation, and understanding.  She finally started to wonder if he
really liked her.  If this was just a walk with a co-worker, or if he'd
intended on starting something a little more involved.

   They walked for what felt like miles, and finally turned around.  On the
way back he gently took her upper arm in his as they walked, and finally
she thought, shit.  She shook her arm free of his, surprising him, and then
placed her little hand inside his big one.  He squeezed it, and they held
hands back to the motel.  The party had broken up, so he walked her to her
room, and said goodnight.



   --==+==-

   She was rooming with a girl named Denise.  They had known each other for
several years, not really close, but just two people who happened to work
at the same place.  As Taylor got ready for bed, she make small talk, and
then Denise surprised her.

   "I know somebody that likes you," the other girl said, in a sing-song
voice.

   Taylor snorted.  "Who," she asked.

   "You did not hear this from me," Denise said, "But Darren Wilbarton from
accounts is mad about you."

   "Darren?  Shit.  Me an' him just walked down the beach.  That's where I
was."

   "See?  It's happenin', girl.  Let it happen.  He's kinda hot."

   "Shit." Taylor was bemused.  Well, they had one more night here.  What
will happen will happen, she thought.

   She sat up late, and talked to Denise at length.  Once again, all her
stories about her life, people seemed to love to hear her tales.  She
figured it made them glad they were normal.  But some of them, like Denise,
seemed truly sensitive to her situation.  She looked up once, during a
recitation of how mean the kids in high school had been to her, to see
Denise furtively wiping tears away.

   She got up and joined the other girl on her bed.  She felt ridiculous,
but she held her, the other girl's body feeling gigantic in her arms.  She
realized it probably would look pretty silly, if anybody was there to see.

   They finally talked about Denise some.  Denise was going thru a crisis
of her own, and Taylor's ears perked up as the details of it came out. 
Denise had never felt comfortable around men, and was wondering if she were
gay.  Oh shit, Taylor thought, even if my sex drive wasn't in over-drive,
this one begged for experimentation.  The girl was almost asking for it. 
And I am one amoral little bitch.  I am not gonna let this opportunity pass
me by.

   "Denise, darling..." she wasn't sure how to approach the subject,
though. "Darlin', you been through a lot, as I have...  life's just like
that...  one thing I learned, though, is you gotta take your pleasures when
they're handed to you...  I'm not sure I'm saying this right...  I mean,
when the opportunity is given to you, you gotta move.  I feel that way
about you, darlin'..."

   She turned her head and looked at Denise, just inches away.  She slowly
moved her face towards the other girl.  Denise looked apprehensive, and a
little scared.  Taylor wondered if the girl had ever even made out, before.
She was barely twenty years old.  Taylor felt like the experienced one, of
the two.

   She kissed Denise, somewhat chastely, if a kiss can be called such.  No
tongue, no lip action, just a simple quick kiss.

   "Taylor..." Denise said, and then lapsed into silence.  She tried again.
"Taylor, you are a good friend, one of the few I've got...  what are you
saying?"

   "I'm saying...  we're here, all alone in a motel room...  nobody's gonna
bother us...  darling...  do you wanna play around a little?  No strings
attached?"

   Denise was quiet for a long time.  Taylor hoped that she hadn't damaged
their friendship beyond repair.  But, for some reason, she was really
hungry for a taste of the girls slender, sexy body.  I didn't know this
about myself, she thought.  I'm not gay...  but I wanna play...

   Denise finally gathered her resolve.  She leaned into Taylor, and they
kissed again.  Denise finally giggled, and Taylor did also.  The third kiss
was way more satisfying to Taylor.  It had tongue, and lip action in it. 
Maybe she has made out before, Taylor thought.

   They lay back on the bed, and Taylor literally crawled on top of the
other girl.  They locked lips, and Taylor felt Denise's hands on her waist.
She reached down with her hands, and scooted the other girls hands down to
her butt.  There.  That felt better.  Denise giggled some more, and
squeezed.

   Thirty minutes later they were naked, and Taylor was rubbing and
nuzzling Denise's tits with her face.  Taylor was fascinated with tits, not
having any of her own.  She sucked and licked all around the fat nipples,
just loving the shit out of the feeling.  Her hands grasped the girl's
plump breasts, squeezing and kneading.  She played and played, while Denise
giggled.

   Finally, though, she was ready to move on.  She sat up, and crawled down
between Denise's legs.  Denise spread wide, knowing what was next.  Taylor
surveyed a hairy, mature pussy for the first time.  It was fascinating to
her.  She located the fat little clit, and wiggled her finger on it,
getting a sigh of satisfaction from Denise.  She played for a little while
longer, sticking her finger in Denise's pussy, and even touching the little
rosebud of her asshole.  She finally found the girl's clit again, and
dropped her mouth onto it.

   Not surprisingly, Denise's pussy tasted about the same as hers did. 
She'd tasted hers, often enough, on her fingertips.  She even tried to
reach it a few times, and had always promised herself to get limber enough
to succeed, but she never had.  Anyway, she loved the taste of Denise's
pussy as much as she loved her own.  Something about pussy, she mused. 
Just something about it.  Denise writhed and squirmed beneath her, as she
tongued her clit.  She whipped Denise into a frenzy, and the other girl
came nicely, bouncing on the bed, and moaning and groaning.  A nice one,
Taylor thought.

   She licked her way down the length of the girl's pussy to her asshole.
She wasn't worried, she knew Denise had just taken a shower.  That one perv
licked my asshole, she thought, so I might as well try it too.  It was
sexier than she'd thought it would be, she could feel the little puckered
circle beneath her tongue, and she felt her pussy getting wet as she
thought about what she was doing.  This is sexier than fuck, she thought,
even though shit comes out of there, this is sexier than fuck.

   She finally wandered back up to Denise's clit, and pounded it with her
tongue.  Well, flicked it, really.  Denise had a nice fat clit, twice as
big as her own, and she loved the feeling of it in her mouth.  And the
taste.  Fuck.  She loved the shit out of the taste.  Denise finally came
again, her whole body trembling and shaking.  After that they just lay
there for a while.

   "Okay...  here goes nothin'..." Denise finally said, and they traded
positions.  Taylor wondered if Denise would feel like a pedophile, eating
out her little ten year old cunt.  The other girl did fine, though,
tonguing her clit, and even running her tongue up into Taylor's body.  Not
as far as that guy with the little dick had gone, but it still felt good.
Taylor picked this time to start wondering about Darren's dick, if he had a
big one, or a small one.  Hmmm, hmmm.  What to do, what to do.

   Taylor was surprised to feel an orgasm starting that soon.  She knew how
to have orgasms, she actually gotten pretty good at it over the years, but
she was surprised to have one this quick.  Maybe it was just the overall
sexiness of having a girl eat out her pussy.  She lost herself to the
sensations, and let it carry her away.  She had a nice long cum.

   They just lay on top of the covers, after that, and held each other. 
Taylor kept thinking of things to say, but she kept her mouth shut, Denise
seemed to be a thousand miles away.  Finally they burrowed beneath the
blankets, and slept.



   --==+==-

   Taylor was afraid Denise would be embarrassed the next morning, but she
didn't seem to be.  They got ready, and met the group in the front office,
where the taxis were.  The day passed quick enough, they got the boring
work shit over with, and everybody hurried back to the motel to make the
most of their last night at the beach.

   Darren formally asked Taylor to have dinner with him, and she did, in
the restaurant.  They finally walked back out on the beach, holding hands
again.  They talked, and she found herself telling him more and more of the
dark parts of her life, of the disadvantages and the sorrows that she'd
experienced.  He seemed sympathetic, and concerned.  Shit, she thought,
what if it turns out he's Mr.  Right, and he has an enormous...  dick...  I
guess I could just blow him for the rest of our lives.

   An hour later they were back in front of her room, and she was saying
goodnight.

   "Darren, lean down," she ordered, and he did.  She gave him a quick peck
on the lips, and smiled at his surprise.

   "Thanks, thanks for being there, and goodnight," she said, and unlocked
the door and went it.



   --==+==-

   She told Denise about her evening, and they got ready for bed.  She felt
like Denise was wondering if they'd do it again, so she abruptly went up to
the other girl and gave her a long kiss on the lips.  "Our last night
together..." she said, and giggled.  Denise giggled.

   They turned out the lights, and crawled in bed.  Yes, Taylor thought, of
course we're gonna make out again.  Of fucking course.



   --==+==-

   Taylor got home, and unpacked.  The trip had been fun.  She'd learned
some things about herself, and made some good friends.  She decided there
wasn't much danger of her being gay, but she did like to lick and be licked
by a girl.  It had been fun.



   --==+==-

   After thinking that to herself that she wasn't gay, her next sexual
encounter, once again, was with a female.  Only...  this one was a little
bit different than Denise.

   Taylor had gone to the playground, halfway looking for Mr.  Bennett.  A
bunch of kids were playing on the monkey bars and stuff, and just for old
time's sake, she joined them.  One of them, a big girl, almost a head
taller than Taylor, seemed to really like her.  They finally left the
others, and walked around and talked.  Taylor tried not to deceive the girl
too much, most of the stuff she told about herself was true, just ten or
fifteen years out of date.

   "I got a boyfriend named Craig," the girl said.  Her name was Cindi. 
Taylor nodded, knowingly.  Cindi continued.  "He won't do nothin', though,
he says it's wicked."

   Taylor laughed at that.  "It's not wicked, it's fun," she said.

   "Yeah, I guess.  How much have you done?" she asked Taylor.  Taylor was
mildly scandalized to be discussing sex with a ten-year old.  Still, it was
fun.

   "A lot, I guess.  I been licked, down there, and I licked a guy's.. 
thingy...  until stuff squirted out of it." She wondered if she'd have to
explain to Cindi about semen and stuff.

   "Oh, gaw..." the girl seemed impressed.  "I heard 'bout that."

   Taylor was suddenly seized with an idea.  A truly delightful, wicked
idea.

   "Cindi," she said.  "You ever had a cum?

   "A cum?  What's that?"

   "When somebody plays with your...  mouse.  Down there.  It just gets to
feelin' super good and then you tingle all over...  it's hard to explain I
guess."

   "No...  I heard about that, though.  I think I know what you mean."

   "Girls can give them to each other.  You just lick them, down there...
on their mouses..."

   "Does it taste bad?" Cindi asked.  Taylor shook her head.  "Naw, it
tastes good.  It's fun," she replied.

   "Is is wicked?  To do it with girls?" Cindi asked.

   "No more than with boys.  It's what grown-ups do all the time.  It's
sex...  you know, sex."

   It took a few more minutes of convincing before Cindi finally summoned
up her courage, and said, "Okay, let's find a place..."

   Taylor took her through the woods to her and Mr.  Bennett's favorite
spot.  They'd never been interrupted there.

   "What do I do?" Cindi asked, unsure of herself.  Taylor took the girl in
her arms, holding her, and kissed her soundly on the lips.

   "Girlfrand," she said, "just pull your shorts and panties off, and lay
down.  I'll take care of the rest."

   Cindi slowly slid her shorts down, and then her panties.  She stood
before Taylor shyly.  Taylor motioned to the ground, and Cindi slowly
crouched, and then sat on the mossy ground.  She finally leaned back as
Taylor nestled inbetween her legs.  What a cute little pussy, she thought.
This is gonna be fun.

   Cindi's pussy looked just like hers.  And she knew that she could cum,
so she figured that Cindi could cum.  She went to work, concentrating on
the clit, but licking all around.  Damn, she thought, this little girl
tastes good.  Salty, sweaty, but just plain damn sexy.  Cindi was one tasty
little girl.  Taylor cautiously licked down her slit and finally slurped
around on the girl's asshole.  Cindi obligingly lifted her legs towards her
body to help her, spreading her butt apart.  Oh, thought Taylor, that is
divine.  I always thought assholes were nasty, but this one is divine.  The
ridged, puckered skin of the girl's anus turned her on immensely.

   She finally stopped playing around, and concentrated on the girl's clit.
Cindi finally did cum, after an exhausting few minutes, and Taylor was
gratified.  She slowed and finally stopped, and help the girl sit up.

   "There, now, wasn't that fun?" she asked, and Cindi nodded.

   "That was...  pretty fun," she said.  "I think it made me need to pee."

   "Well, pee then," said Taylor, laughing.  The other girl squatted, and
shot a yellow stream of urine into the mossy ground.  Taylor finally helped
Cindi get dressed.  She had half-way hoped that Cindi would want to lick
her pussy, but, she told herself, maybe next time.

   They wandered out of the woods, and back to the playground.  Cindi
seemed kind of bemused and Taylor laughed at her.  She figured she'd
probably been the same way the first time she'd sucked Mr.  Bennett's cock.
She hoped she'd introduced Cindi to a wider world than the girl had known
before.  She didn't want to turn her into a sex maniac, but she wanted her
to know about pleasure, about the things her body could do for her.



   --==+==-

   Taylor was a little surprised and even miffed that Darren hadn't called
her since they returned from the beach.  She saw him occasionally at work,
but he was in another department.  When she saw Denise, who worked in his
department, Denise said, "Oh, no, all he's talked about since we got back
is you." So, she thought, maybe he's just a slow mover.  Still, damn, it's
been almost two weeks now.



   --==+==-

   She finally met Mr.  Bennett at the park.  She'd been looking for him
for the last few days, and finally, there he was on his usual bench.

   "Well, hi, darlin'," he said, as she sat beside him.  She smiled her
sunniest little girl smile at him.  She was horny and she wanted something
for herself.  She didn't want to just give, she wanted to get also.

   "Mr.  Bennett, where do you live," she asked him, and he said the name
of an apartment building fairly close to hers.  She nodded.

   "Can we go there?  To your place?  Can we be alone there?" she asked,
and he nodded thoughtfully, staring at her.  They rose, and walked towards
the park exit.



   --==+==-

   He had a nice place, Taylor noticed.  Her estimation of him rose
substantially.  Tell me again, she wondered, why you were jacking off
looking at little girls in the park?  She didn't say anything out loud,
though.

   "Mr.  Bennett," she said, once they were indoors and the door safely
locked.  "I wanted to come here because...  I want more than just to suck
you.  I want you to lick me, too."

   He smiled and nodded.  This was turning out way better than he'd dared
to hope.  He'd imagined this moment many times since he'd met the girl, but
he hadn't wanted to rush her.  And now his dream was coming true.

   Taylor wondered again if he'd still like her if he found out she was
twenty-four years old, instead of ten.  She figured he'd still like her
some, at least.  She knew that old pervs like him loved her innocence,
though, and she wasn't about to tell him how much experience she'd gotten
lately.  Although...  he might like hearing about that time with Cindi...

   "Darling," he said.  "I'd love nothing more than to lick your sweetness.
I love you more than life itself.  Nothing would please me more."

   Taylor smiled at him.  She slowly stripped for him, pulling her blouse
over her head and stepping out of her skirt.  She slowly pulled her panties
down and gave him his first glimpse of her girlhood.  She looked at him and
hoped he didn't fall over dead of a heart attack.  He seemed to be enjoying
himself immensely.  At least he would die happy, if he did.

   She looked around.  There was a couch, and she went over to it and lay
back, draping her bottom off the cushion slightly.  She pulled her knees up
to her chest, and spread her legs, giving him a complete view of her
beauty. He slowly approached, savoring her, and carefully got down on his
knees.  She almost thought he was saying grace for a moment, but he was
just drinking in her fabulousness.  He finally put his face down to her
sweet cunt and began licking.

   Taylor knew she tasted good.  She tasted herself often enough to know
that.  And she hadn't had a shower since yesterday morning.  She knew she
was aromatic and fantastic.  She'd be licking it, if she could reach it. 
She knew he was having a good time.  She hoped she was making some of his
dreams come true.

   There's not much else to say about that afternoon.  She spent a good
three hours at his apartment, and he pretty much licked every square inch
of her body.  She finally got him to get his cock out, and he rubbed her
sweet cunt with it, pushing aside her pussy lips, rubbing her clit, and all
the way down to her asshole.  He finally came, splashing semen all over her
cunt, and they both giggled, and she scooped it up and swallowed all that
she could.  She licked the end of his dick clean, and thirty minutes later
he was hard again.

   Both he and she knew there was no way his big cock would fit in her
little pussy, but she encouraged him to push it in a little ways, at least,
until it began to hurt.  Later she let him push it into her sweet little
asshole, and he could get most of the head of it in before she had him
stop. That was enough.  He was ecstatic.  Just that much felt pretty
goddammed good.  He came again, then, pumping a tiny ways in and out,
pistoning his semen into her body, and she came as he frigged her clit.

   They finally finished it up, and Taylor ran to his bathroom and pooped
his sperm out, both of them giggling, and then he wiped her bottom for her.
She finally told him she needed to run along.  He bowed before her,
worshiping her, and she giggled, and pulled him up and kissed him.

   "Until next time?" she said, and he nodded seriously.  "Until next
time." He let her out, and she ran home, feeling happy and satisfied.  Her
life was going just fine, she felt.  She got home, and checked her phone,
and there was Darren's number, finally.  It's just gonna get better from
here, she thought, as she dialed him back.  Just gonna get better.



   --==+==-

   Part Two





   Taylor's life had lapsed into a comfortable routine.  She went out with
Darren on Friday night and often Saturday night, and greatly enjoyed his
company.  She felt like they were slowly getting to know each other, and
the pace of it satisfied her.  He was a deep thinker, and a methodical
mover, but she felt like she really understood him.  Plus, she realized,
she had secret parts of her life that she wasn't ready to give up, and
couldn't comfortably share with him.  She felt deceptive at times, but...
she just wasn't ready to stop being a bad girl.  It had taken her so long
to discover her ability to be bad, and she wasn't ready to give it up.

   She still met Mr.  Bennett at least once a week, either at the park or
at his apartment.  Often twice a week, and more.  Once, during a tumultuous
period at work when she was stressed to the max, every day, but she felt
like that had become a bit exhausting on him, though he seemed to love it.
She had a very strange relationship with him, a relationship that was
purely sexual.  He'd never asked about her family, or any private
information about her, not even what grade she might be in.  She wondered,
at times, if he had realized that she wasn't the little girl she pretended
to be with him, but she was willing to play the game the way he liked to
play it.

   On Saturday night, often Saturday afternoons when she was going out with
Darren, she met Robert Blakely at McDerp's for a quick pussy lick and blow
job.  He was as steady as clockwork, and he seemed to be entranced with her
still.  He brought her gifts, a nice necklace, and a ring that he had
claimed was his grandmother's.  Once he had rented a room in a no-tell
motel and they'd spent the afternoon licking and sucking, and they planned
on doing it again.  It was great fun for her, it was so relaxing to just be
mindlessly wicked, and lay back while a man licked her cunt for three solid
hours.  She loved it.

   Taylor had a doctor's appointment today.  She still went to the same
doctor that she had years ago, when she was a kid.  He was very familiar
with her, and her fairly rare medical situation.  He greeted her warmly,
examined her perfunctorily, since, as he was sure of, there was nothing
really wrong with her except that physically she was still a little girl.
He talked with her at length, as he usually did.  He was very interested in
her, and how her life was going.  Some of his questions seemed more
psychological than medical to her, for instance he asked her if she engaged
in any high-risk behavior, that kind of thing.

   She thought a moment, and gave a little laugh.  "Yes, actually I do..."
she said, feeling a bit wicked, and almost wanting to shock the good
doctor. She just got so tired sometimes of people expecting her to act like
a little girl because she looked like a little girl.  He didn't, but she
still wanted to shock him.

   "Doctor McKinzie...  since I have become...  sexually active I often
find myself getting into...  unsafe situations.  I know a lot of it is
because people think I'm a little girl, and I often let them think that...
I'm not sure I can explain..."

   He thought a moment.  "Well," he said, "If it works for you, I
understand.  But try to be cautious about putting yourself at risk.  Don't
let yourself get into these situations, if you can help it.  It would be
terrible if something happened to you."

   He took his notepad and scribbled a name on it.  "This is a good friend
of mine, a psychiatrist.  I know you have been to shrinks before...  but
this man is different.  He is young, and some of his methods are...  very
cutting edge.  He might be able to help you."

   She took the paper and thanked him, and left.  She wondered what
possessed her to say all that to him.  Although, he had seemed to be
understanding, and helpful.  She'd give the guy a try, just to see what he
said.



   --==+==-

   One Sunday afternoon Taylor was walking down the sidewalk, a ways out of
her usual haunts.  She'd been to a new store she'd heard about, and she
thought the walk would do her good.  A car pulled up beside her, and idled
along, keeping pace with her.  She finally looked over at it.  A fairly
young boy was driving it, he looked like he was still a high school kid. 
What the fuck does he want, she thought.  It was a little public of a place
for a kidnapping or drive-by.

   "Are you lost, little girl?" he said, when his window had rolled down.
She laughed.

   "Hardly.  I live a dozen blocks that way." She pointed ahead.

   "Can I give you a ride?" he asked.  "I'd hate to see something happen to
you out here.  This is not a good part of town."

   It was a perfectly fine part of town, she thought.  But, whatever.

   "Sure." she finally said, stopping and staring at him.  He seemed like a
perfectly normal kid, and she hoped he wasn't a rapist or a serial killer.
Although, she thought, the mood I'm in now, I wouldn't mind a rapist that
much.  This is exactly the kind of high-risk behavior that Doctor McKinzie
was talking about, she told herself.  Getting into a car with a stranger.

   She opened the door and climbed in, at sat.  He pulled away from the
curb.

   "I have three little sisters," the kid said.  "I just know I'd hate to
see them out walking alone like that."

   "My name it Taylor," she said.  "You are?..."

   "Bob.  Bob Thurman."

   "Bob," she said, feeling comfortable with him already.  "I have a
confession to make."

   "Okay..." he said.

   "I'm not a little girl.  I'm twenty-four years old.  I just look like a
little girl.  But, thanks for the ride."

   She wondered if he'd believe her.  He looked at her, looked back to the
road, and looked at her again.  This is the first time I've told it to
somebody like that, she mused, somebody who has mistaken me for a kid. 
Usually I just let them think that.  Let's see how it works out.

   "For real?" he finally said, kind of laughing.

   "For real." she said.  She drew her driver's license out of her pocket.
She always carried it for identification, although she never drove.  She
could barely reach the pedals in a normal car.  She handed it to him, and
at the next stoplight he looked at it.

   "Oh, jeezus," he said.  "That is just too cool."

   She laughed.  "What is cool about it?  It sucks most of the time."

   "I mean...  you get to still be a kid...  will you be like that
forever?"

   "As far as I know.  And, like I said, most of the time it sucks."

   "Well, I'm jealous, at least." They both laughed.  Let him wish, she
thought.  He'd get his fill pretty quick, like I have.  She thought,
although, all in all, I'm pretty satisfied with my life, as it's going now.
Most things were working out, now.  She no longer felt left out of life. 
My whole attitude has changed, she thought, since I started fucking around.

   She looked at the boy.  He was about normal size, maybe a bit small. 
She guessed his age to be sixteen or seventeen.  He wasn't a giant, at
least.  She wondered about the size of his penis.  She thought, yeah, I'd
do that.  Once again, the mood I'm in?  The mood I'm always in?  I'd do it.

   She directed him to her building, and he pulled up in a parking place.
They sat for a moment.  My mind is made up, she thought.  "Do you wanna
come in for a while?" she asked.

   He kind of recoiled at that.  She could see him thinking.  Finally, he
said, "I guess...  I guess so."

   He was silent in the elevator.  She wondered how much it really bothered
him that she was twenty four.  She wondered if she came onto him hard, if
all he'd be able to think of was his little sisters.  Well, she thought,
I'll give it a try.  See what works out.  If it don't work out, nothing
lost.

   He sat gingerly on her couch, and she fetched two Pepsis from the
fridge. They made small talk, for a while.  She found out he was still in
high school, in tenth grade.  That's about sixteen, she thought.  Just
about right.  She wondered about his level of sexual experience.

   "You got a girlfriend?" she asked, and he shook his head.

   "I did, but she bailed."

   "Aww, too bad.  But, life goes on."

   "Yeah," he said.  "Yeah."

   "Bob," she turned to him.  "I invited you up here for a very specific
reason."

   "He looked positively scared at that.  She laughed to herself.

   "What is it?" he finally said.

   "I want to seduce you, and steal your innocence.  I want to make love to
you." she said.

   He just stared at her for the longest time.  She stared back.  She
wondered if he'd get up and leave.  He almost seemed scared of her.  That's
a first, she thought.

   "Are you for real?" he finally asked.

   "As real as it gets.  Are you really that innocent?  Have you ever... 
fucked before?" she said.

   He turned red at that one.  "No..." he finally admitted.  "Me and Becky
almost did it...  but we didn't have a place."

   "Well, I got a place.  Come on, let's have a little fun.  I'll show you
what you need to know.  It's pretty simple, really."

   "This is for real.  You are for real.  You are really twenty four, and
you wanna have sex with me?  I'm only sixteen."

   "Shit, age doesn't matter.  The only thing that matters is...  well, if
you're gonna fuck me, the size of your dick matters.  I can't take in
monsters."

   He colored again.  "I'm not a...  monster.  I've just...  average."

   "Good," she said.  "Average is good, I think."

   "Bob." she leaned into him.  "I'll be honest with you.  I've only ever
really been fucked once by one guy before, and he had a really small dick.
This will be as new to me as it is to you.  Are you willing to try?"

   "Hell yeah...  if you really want me to."

   "Yeah," she said, looking at him and laughing.  "Yeah, I really want you
to."



   --==+==-

   It took her five minutes to get him undressed.  He was pretty shy.  He
finally stood before her, equally as naked as she was.  She was very
satisfied with the size of his cock.  He most certainly wasn't a giant, but
he wasn't a midget either.  I think I can, she thought.  I think I can, I
think I can.

   His cock was hard, and it stood out nicely from his body.  Of course
he's hard, she thought, he's a teenaged boy.  If the wind blew on it, it'll
get hard.  But she took it as a good sign, maybe she turned him on that
much.  Maybe I turn him on as much as I turn on dirty old men, she thought.

   They were in her bedroom.  She wished she had something other than a
little twin size mattress, now.  She climbed on the bed, and motioned him
to come on up.  He did.  They finally touched, and he felt good on her. 
Nice and warm, and smooth.  Most of the guys she'd fucked around with in
the past had been hairy old men, and this one felt nice.  She cuddled up in
his arms, and they just held each other for a while.  She could feel him
trembling slightly, and she wondered again what he was thinking, to be
here, in bed with someone almost ten years older than himself.  A little
girl, almost ten years older than him.

   "Bob..." she said.  "It don't bother you that I look like a little girl,
does it?  For real?"

   "No, it doesn't at all..." he said.  He almost seemed puzzled.  "it's
kinda...  sexy...  dunno why..."

   Maybe your a sixteen year old pedophile, she thought, giggling to
herself, but she didn't say anything out loud.

   She finally touched her lips to his, gently.  He kissed well, and she
was satisfied.  He lay back, and she crawled up on top of him.  She felt
his hard cock poke her inside her leg, right beside her cunt.  You wait
your turn, she thought.

   They kissed and kissed.  She finally took one of his hands and placed it
on her rear, and he began to rub and stroke her ass.  It felt good to her,
it was something that she'd had done rarely to her.  Usually it's just a
lick and a blow, she thought.  This is fun.

   He finally had both his hands on her ass.  He kneaded and spread it, and
she felt his fingers creeping closer and closer to her asshole.  Yes, she
thought, go here.

   "I'm sorry I don't have tits for you to play with," she whispered, and
he snorted.

   "There's more to it than just tits," he said.  How nice of him, she
thought.  Trying to make me feel good.

   He finally rubbed her sweaty little asshole, and it felt good.  He
played around for a while, and then slid his fingers down into her cunt. 
He toyed with her tiny pussy lips for a while, and then stroked and rubbed
her clit.  Oh, that felt good.  She could feel her legs trembling already.
He put his finger right on her clit, and smashed it against her body. 
Jeezus, she thought, that fucking feels good.

   She bucked and rode him, and he squeezed her ass with one hand and
fingered her clit with the other.  She finally came, a good hard one.  He
seemed surprised at that, and she giggled.  You did that, she told him
mentally.  You made that happen.

   She finally turned, and sat astride his body, facing his feet.  She took
his cock in her mouth, this time feeling the bottom of it on the top of her
mouth.  It was fun for her to try something new.  She lay down on his
stomach, and sucked the whole length of his cock into her mouth.  She knew
it would feel good.  She just hoped he could keep from coming for a while.
She wanted to do this for a good long time.

   She scooted down even further, inching her ass towards his head. 
Finally, she was far enough for him, and she felt his tongue right in her
asshole.  She was surprised at his age that he was willing to do that, that
seemed more like something a pervy old man would want to do.  Still, it
felt damn good.

   She could tell he was going to cum pretty quick.  Shit, she thought. 
But, he was young, he should have a quick recovery time.  She could let him
go ahead and cum, and then in thirty minutes or so she could fuck him
proper.  Maybe it would help him to fuck for a long time, she thought.

   "I'm gonna...  do it..." he groaned, trying warn her.  She just laughed,
and sucked all the harder.  He did cum, then, filling her mouth, sighing
and moaning.  She could feel his tongue, stabbing into her asshole.  She
licked and slurped all his cum up, loving it.

   They cuddled for a long time, and she almost napped.  Finally, she
thought, it's time to start this bitch up again.  She grasped his penis and
jacked it a few times, and was gratified to feel it hardening.  He laughed
at her and just shook his head.  She knew she was blowing his mind.  A
nasty sexy little girl, she thought.  That's what he sees me as.  Hell,
that's what I am, that's why.

   She sucked him a while, feeling him harden well in her mouth.  She
finally crawled off him and went to the bathroom.  All she could find was a
bottle of baby oil, and she brought it back with her.  She stood beside the
bed, and dribbled some into her hand, and grasped his cock again.  She
pumped it, coating it with the baby oil.

   "Shit," he said.  "That feels intense," she just laughed.  She crawled
up onto the bed, and leaned back.  She dribbled some baby oil right into
her little cunt, wanting to lube it up good.  She wanted this to be fun,
not to hurt.

   She lay back, and he crawled over on top of her.  This is way better
than last time.  It's gonna be way better.  That stupid fuck, last time.  I
didn't even get to cum.  This kid will be polite, and let me cum a time or
two first.  She knew he would.

   She finally felt the head of his cock on her pussy.  She reached down
and situated it the way she wanted it, and nodded to him.  He began to
gently push into her body.  It didn't hurt, at first, but it got more and
more insistent.  Finally she asked him to stop, and he dutifully did.  She
just lay there for a while, relaxing, hoping her cunt would expand some. 
It seemed to, and finally she motioned for him to go.  She was surprised to
finally feel his hips against her, and she knew that he was in all the way.
She felt stretched to the max, almost to the point of pain, but not quite.
She finally knew that it was going to work.  I can take a normal man, she
thought.  Good.

   He gently pulled out, and pushed into her again.  A wave of pleasure
washed over her.  Damn, that felt good.  Do that again, she thought. 
Fuckin' do that again.

   He did it a lot of more times.  Her first orgasm caught her by surprise,
and just washed her away.  She came back down, and he was still pumping
away.

   "Thank you, Bob," she said, and he laughed.  "That was very enjoyable.
Keep goin'."

   He fucked her for a long, long time.  She felt like it had been a good
idea to suck him off at first, and get the urgency out of him.  She came
again, harder this time, shaking and trembling, and goose bumps broke out
all over her body.  She loved the feeling of it.  You can come over and do
this any time, she thought.  Not bad for a first timer, not bad at all.

   She almost thought she was going to have a third, but he couldn't
contain himself any longer, and he came.  They lay exhausted, afterwards,
sweat drying on their bodies.  She did nap, for a little while, and woke up
in his arms.

   "Darlin'," he said.  "I'm sorry but I gotta go.  I gotta go to work
tonight.  But thank you, thank you for everything."

   "It was my pleasure," she said, laughing.

   He got dressed, and so did she.  She gave him her phone number, and
watched with satisfaction as he entered it into his phone.  She realized
how complicated her life was getting, and she asked him to give her a week
or two before he called again.  He nodded.  She saw him out, and lay on the
couch, exhausted.



   --==+==-

   Darren called her that night, which was odd for a Sunday.  Usually he
spent Sunday evening at his parent's house.  He wanted to go to a movie,
though, so she got ready, and he picked her up promptly at six thirty.  The
movie was long and boring, and finally she crawled into his lap, giggling,
and he held her like a little girl.  This has some advantages, she thought.

   They got some sushi, and then ended up back at her place.  Damn, she
thought, six hours ago I got the shit fucked out of me, and I'm horny
again. Shit.  They sat on the couch, and she curled up, her head in his
lap. TV was as boring as the movie, and finally she sat up.

   "Darren.  I want to show you something I just discovered the other day."
She grabbed the remote, and thumbed it up to a channel high above the usual
channels.  Suddenly the screen filled up with a close-up of a gigantic
cock, spurting semen.

   "I got a porn channel," she said, "and I don't even have to pay for it."

   She carefully watched his reaction.  This will tell me something about
him, she thought.  He didn't seem as horrified as she thought he'd be.  She
knew he was kind of anal about messes and sticky liquids, and she thought
semen probably turns his stomach a bit.  Instead he just sat for a few
moments, and watched.

   "That is not real," he finally said.  "That is trick photography or
something.  Nobody can go for that long."

   "Yeah, I thought that too," she said, laughing.  She left it on the
channel.  The guy was chatting up a girl now.  She knew that the fucking
would start pretty quickly.

   "Darren..." she finally said.  It's time, she thought, it's just damn
time.

   "Yes, dear," he said, giving her his attention.

   "Kiss me," she said.  There, she thought, that's a good start.  We'll
just see what happens.

   He just laughed at her, and leaned into her.  He gave her a quick little
peck on the cheek.

   "You jerk," she said, "That is not even a good start."

   They locked lips, and she was finally satisfied.  She crawled into his
lap, yet again.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her.

   They just kissed, for the next thirty minutes.  She was surprised at
herself, that it was enough for her.  At the moment, it was.

   She felt his hands on her back, around her waist, rubbing her.  She had
a thought.

   "Darren.  Rub my back," she said, and yanked her shirt off.  I'm just a
little girl, she thought.  I can do that.  Although, she realized, it's the
first time he's seen my nipples.  My little girl nipples.

   It didn't seem to faze him.  She lay on his knees, content, and he
rubbed her back.  He was good at it.  He tickled her, too, and scratched
her with his fingernails.  It all felt good.  She remembered being a kid,
and her dad doing this too her.  It had felt good then, and it felt good
now.

   She turned her head, and watched some porn.  She figured he was watching
it, too.  A couple were fucking furiously.  Get it on, get it on, she
thought.  Maybe, just maybe, we can try that out.

   She was still afraid, when the moment of truth arrived, that Darren was
going to pull down his pants to reveal a massive monster of man-meat.  That
would so suck, she thought.  All I could do is blow him, and I've even got
a little mouth.  Shit.  We'll have to see.  Tonight might be the night.

   She sat back up, and he closed his arms around her bare chest.  That
alone felt good.  She pressed her mouth to his.  They kissed, and kissed
again.

   "Darren," she finally said, "You're sitting with a topless girl on your
lap.  What are you going to do now?"

   He laughed.  He lay her down on he couch, and unbuttoned his shirt, and
took it off.  She sat back up, and crawled into his lap.  His bare skin
felt good on hers, and she was pleased he was as smooth as Bob Thurman had
been.  They kissed yet some more.  She finally slowly reached down and
unsnapped her jeans, knowing he could tell what she was doing.  She just
left them like that, and finally he slowly, oh so slowly touched her on her
waistband.  She felt him slowly begin to walk her jeans down her hips.

   Finally, finally at last she sat on his lap in only a pair of pink
little girl panties.  They even had cartoons on them, but she knew that
just made them look cute.

   She felt his tentative touch on her ass.  Finally his two big hands were
wrapped around her little ass.  Damn, it felt good.  He squeezed, and
squished her butt around.  Why does that feel so goddam good, she wondered.

   "Taylor," he stopped moving, and spoke.  Oh shit, she thought.

   "Taylor, I don't want to go any further than your willing to go,
tonight. You have to set the pace, okay?  I don't want our relationship to
suffer because I was too...  impulsive."

   She just laughed.  "Darren, dearest...  it couldn't suffer, no matter
what.  This is progressing nicely.  Let's just let...  nature take it's
course.  Okay?"

   "Whatever you say.  And thank you."

   "Oh, thank you," she said, laughing at him.  He was so slow and plodding
that she knew years would probably go by, if she didn't do something now.

   Their lips met again.  Yes.  This was going nicely, she thought.



   --==+==-

   He left, well after midnight.  She lay in her bed, sighing, feeling like
she was floating.  That had been great, she thought.  Just fucking great.
The moment of truth, as she thought of it, the great revealing...  had gone
well.  She had nothing to worry about.  His dick had been about the size of
the boy from earlier today, maybe a wee bit longer.  She got out the baby
oil again, and he slid into her, and just fucked her little heart out.  She
came twice, good hard cums, and she could still feel the afterglow of them.
He was good at what he did.  He fucked like he did everything else, slow,
careful, and by the book.  He did do something way cool, though, and it was
so off the charts if just blew her mind.  While they were fucking, he
reached down behind her and stuck his finger in her little asshole,
smearing it first in some baby oil on the side of her cunt.  It just slid
right into her asshole, and it felt wonderful.  He wiggled it around when
she came, and she just blew up, totally.  She loved the shit out of it. 
From now on, she thought.  Every time, from now on.

   He'd finally kissed her goodnight, and told her he'd see her tomorrow.
You damn sure will, she thought.  She set the alarm on her phone, and
drifted off to sleep, happy and contented.



   --==+==-

   She argued and wrestled with her conscience about what to do about all
her extra-curricular fucking, now that she was involved with Darren.  She
didn't know how fair it was to him to still fuck around, and be going out
with him.  Well, she told herself, we're not even going steady yet.  We
don't own each other, at the moment.  I'll start weaning myself off this
other shit, and then when the time comes, it'll be easy to end it.

   She saw Mr.  Bennett that Wednesday, after work.  She followed him to
his place, and spent the next few hours getting her pussy licked.  She held
his massive cock in her hands, cupping his two chicken-egg balls in the
other, and wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by it.  It would
split her in two, she knew.  She wondered about her asshole, though.  She
had looked down in the toilet before, and seen turds she'd dropped that
were at least as big around as his dick.  If it can go out, she thought,
maybe it can go in.  The key is relaxation, she knew.

   "Mr.  Bennett," she said later, in her best little girl voice.

   "Yes, dear," he said, raising his face from her sweet little cunt.

   "Do you think we could try...  to put your weenie in my butt?  I know we
have a little ways, but I want to try it all.  Think we can?"

   "We can try, darling," he said, "but I don't want to hurt you."

   "I'll let you know," she said.

   "Let me do something first," he said.  "Let me clean you out, okay?"

   She nodded, not really sure what he meant.  He led her into the bathroom
and rummaged around in a bottom drawer, finally coming up with a
squirt-bottle looking thing with a long rounded nozzle.  He ran water in
the sink until it was warm, and filled the bottle.  He coated the tip with
vaseline and carefully bent her over the toilet.

   "Just relax, my dear," he said, and she felt the tip touch her little
starfish.  She relaxed, and he carefully pressed it into her body.  At last
she felt the water enter her body as he squeezed the bottle.  She felt
fuller and fuller until it was almost uncomfortable, and she squeaked.  He
stopped, and removed the tip.

   He turned her around, and sat her on the toilet.  It amused her how
perfectly his cock was in her face then, and she reached out and took it in
her hands.  He laughed and a few minutes passed as she played and finally
sucked on him.

   "Mr.  Bennett," she finally said.  "I don't think I can hold it any
longer." The pressure in her colon had grown pretty intense, and she could
feel her asshole quivering, trying to hold back the flood.

   "Well, poop it out, darlin'!" said Mr.  Bennett, chuckling.  She relax,
and a tidal wave squirted from her butt into the bowl.  The scent of fresh
shit filled the bathroom, embarrassing her.

   "Sorry, Mr.  B!" she said, and he laughed again.

   "Taylor, darling..." he said kindly, "don't be sorry.  Everyone's poop
stinks.  You don't even wanna be in the same building when I do it!"

   They both giggled, and she finished emptying her bowels.  He leaned her
over and wiped her bottom for her, and then filled the squirt bottle again.

   "Once more for good measure, and we'll be ready to try!" he said.



   --==+==-

   She was prepared.  Her colon was sparkly clean.  Mr.  Bennett had a
giant hard-on, she assumed from thinking about what he was going to get to
do.  He smeared vaseline all over it, and she got down on the floor in
front of him, and backed up to him.  She was thinking, relax, relax the
whole time.  He smeared a large blob of vaseline on her asshole, and she
felt his finger enter her body as he applied it to her.

   She put her chest down on the floor, and tried her hardest to relax.

   "Gimme a minute to relax," she told him, and he was content to wait,
staring at her cute little ass, high in the air.  He was so in love with
her by now that it was beyond funny, she had no idea, but he'd even written
her into his will, leaving her everything.  That was the only personal
question he'd ever asked her, her last name, and that was why.  He loved
her more than he thought it was possible to love, and he treasured each
moment he was lucky enough to spend with her.  He'd have loved her just as
much if he never even got to touch her, but getting to do this stuff with
her just sent him right over the edge.  He loved her.

   Finally, to her surprise, her little asshole gapped open with a funny
little squishy noise.  She knew the instant he touched it it would slam
back shut, though.  Still, it was sexy to lay there with her asshole open.
She was glad they'd done the enemas, and got the shit out of the way.

   "Are you ready, dear?" he asked, and she giggled and nodded.  Sure
enough, when the head of his dick touched her asshole it puckered shut, but
she hoped it wasn't in massive clamping power mode.  She felt him pushing
again her sphincter slowly, insistently.  Finally the head of his cock slid
a little ways inside her, and he stopped.

   "You okay, darlin'?" he asked, and she nodded.  He pushed in a little
more, and she felt her sphincter tighten against him.  She willed it open
as hard as she could will.  She actually relaxed so much a little pee
dribbled out of her body, and onto the floor.  No one noticed, or cared,
though.

   He pushed, further and further.  It was hurting pretty good now, and she
imagined that this is what it feels like, in reverse, to give birth.  She'd
given birth in he past to some pretty big turds, but they hadn't hurt like
this one was.  She sighed and pressed her chest against the floor, not
wanting to give up.  She could feel him deep inside of her body.  It feels
like I need to poop, she thought.  My body doesn't know the difference
between a dick and a turd.

   To both their surprises, his hips touched her butt.  He was all the way
in.  Well, he wasn't that surprised, he knew she was taking him pretty
well. He knew he had a big dick, lots of women in the past had told him. 
Some even bitched about it, and some bitched about having it in their
pussy. This little girl, though...  this little girl had taken him right up
her poop chute.  Amazing.  She was the most amazing child he knew.  That a
kid like this would be as interested in sex as she was...  that alone was
amazing...  but that she'd be so into trying new things, things like anal
sex.  She just blew his mind totally.

   He'd laid in bed at night and thought of her and wondered about her. 
He'd seen signs, at times, that she wasn't exactly what she represented
herself as...  her facial features, at times, made her look more grown-up
than a little girl...  and he knew that she had almost no restrictions on
her movements or the time she spent with him...  unlike what almost every
other kid in the world would.  Either her parents didn't care in the
slightest...  or, the thought had occurred to him, she didn't have parents.
And the way she talked, and thought sometimes...  he had a slight suspicion
that she was older than ten years...  and to give her credit, she'd never
told him her age, not once.  She had actually, honestly never lied to him,
he knew...  because she'd never told him anything.  Nothing about school,
nothing about her family.  As much as he loved her and as much as he got to
love on her, he really knew nothing about her.

   Well, he thought, so be it.  If she has secrets, let her keep them. 
What I get from her is more than enough, way more than I deserve, more than
I ever dreamed possible.  No matter what, she is a sexy little girl and I
love the shit out of her.  I don't care if she's sixty, she's a sexy little
girl.

   He slowly pulled his cock out a few inches, and then gently pushed back
in.  She sighed, and gasped.

   "Does it hurt, darling?" he asked, and she shook her head.

   "It did some, but it's pretty much gone now," she said.  "Keep going. 
Do that, some more, that in and out thing."

   She didn't figure she would cum, just from being butt-fucked.  She had a
finger on her clit, for that.  She pounded and frigged her little clit,
hoping for an orgasm.  His dick felt good in her ass, now, it had pretty
much stopped hurting, and it just felt full, now.  She crouched forward a
little when he was at the end of his stroke, and felt his cock almost slide
out of her.  Oh, she thought, that feels as good as when I take a big shit.
Damn.  Let's do that again.  And again.

   She was tighter than anything he'd ever fucked, in all his years.  He
did fuck a dog once, and it was pretty tight.  But this girl, damn, she was
tight.  Her little asshole was so tight it almost hurt.  But it felt good,
damn good, and he knew he was going to cum pretty quickly.  He wanted to
cum quickly, he didn't want to do it so long that it started to hurt for
her.

   He finally filled her ass with his spunk, a massive orgasm cramping his
legs and making his ass pucker so hard he knew a toothpick couldn't be
driven into it with a railroad hammer.  He felt her coming beneath him as
he came down from his high.  He was glad she'd managed to have one, too,
he'd felt her hand jiggling her clit and knew that she was frigging herself
madly.

   They finally stopped, and he carefully withdrew his cock from her ass.
She sighed in pleasure one last time, lay there, her ass still in the air.
He kissed her butt, one cheek, and then the other, and she laughed at him.
What a perv he was, she thought.  She loved him though, she loved his
perviness.  She was glad, yet again, that she'd accosted him that day in
the park.

   Mr.  Bennet finally sat on the couch, exhausted.  His legs were still
trembling.  And his knees hurt from kneeling on the hard wooden floor. 
But, shit, had it ever been worth it.  This was the most fun he'd had in a
long time.  Well, since last time she'd come over.

   He did follow her into the bathroom for the ritual, though.  She sat on
the toilet and peed, and squirted an assfull of cum into the bowl.  Damn,
she thought, that feels as good as actually taking a crap.  He leaned over
her and wiped her little bottom for her, cleaning the sticky sperm from her
ass.  That quick, again, he felt a stirring from his dick.  Damn, she
really does it for me, he thought.

   Back in the living room, she wiped up the little puddle of pee with her
panties, and tossed them into his lap.  She knew he had quite a collection
of them by now, every time she visited she went home pantyless.  She kissed
him and thanked him, and skipped home.  Her butt still felt a little funny,
but she knew it would be okay.  She was happy, again.



   --==+==-

   A few weeks later she sat outside the office of Doctor Nathen DeVriess.
This was the guy that Doctor McKinzie had recommended to her.  She felt
kind of foolish, seeing a shrink, but what the hell.  Maybe he could help
her decide what to do about her ever-growing stable of sexual partners.

   The secretary told her to go on in, and she did.  She was surprised to
meet Dr.  DeVriess, he was much younger than the other psychiatrist she'd
had.  That guy had been a fossil.  This doctor was young and vibrant.  That
quickly, she felt an attraction to him.

   She lay on the couch, and proceeded.  He asked her some preliminary
questions, and she explained her medical situation to him.  He seemed very
interested, and gave her his full attention, she thought.  He admitted he'd
never met someone with her problem before, but he was eager to help.  What
is your problem, he asked.  What are you seeing me for today?

   "Doctor DeVriess..." she started, but he interrupted.

   "Nathen.  Call me Nathen.  I insist," he said.

   "Nathen," she started again.  "I have only recently, in the last few
months, become sexually active.  I never felt like it could happen, before,
because, even when I was in my twenties, I was just a little girl.  But
now, it's all I think of, and all I want to do.  And I've done some
dangerous stuff, in pursuit of it."

   "Yes," he said, "Okay.  Dangerous like what?"

   "Well, probably the most dangerous is the thing I've done every time,
except maybe twice.  I pretend to be a little girl, and I appeal to... 
uhm...  perverts, pedophiles.  Men that like little girls.  I pretend to be
ten years old...  and I have sex with them."

   "I see.  Traditional sex?"

   "No, not at all.  Uhm...  sucking and licking...  I suck them, they lick
me...  you know?"

   "Yes, I know.  I see.  And this makes you feel...  good?"

   "Hell yeah.  I mean, it's sex, right?  It feels good.  And it feels good
to be naughty, to be wicked, to do stuff like that, stuff I know I
shouldn't."

   "Well...  it sounds like you do need to be very careful...  your choice
of sexual partners should be one of the most carefully thought-out things
in your life..."

   "But, doc...  these are guys that I've met in restaurants, and taken
into the bathroom and sucked off...  I know that's not natural..."

   "True...  and does the excitement of it, the dangerous aspect of it,
appeal to you?"

   "Hell yeah...  but that's why I'm here, to try and understand that about
myself, why I just...  take whatever's offered, whatever I can make
happen."

   "Well, there's probably a lot of reasons.  One is possibly a backlash
against your years of doing without.  When we first discover our sexuality,
we tend to over-do it.  That's understandable.  Possibly you have a slight
addiction to the danger aspect of it...  which you need to realize and get
over, for your safety.  All in all, though, I don't think there's anything
really wrong with you.  Sex is fun.  It's natural to want to have it.  You
need to discover what works for you, and do it."

   "Doc, I have a boyfriend now...  and we've had sex, good sex...  but I
still have the urge to play around, and I don't want to hurt him...  I have
a secret life, that nobody knows about.  Is that normal?"

   "Yes, to a large degree.  We all have our secrets.  Some are bigger than
others.  You will have to decide, at some point...  do you want to still
play around, and risk hurting his feelings?"

   "Yeah, I know...  shit..."

   "When you meet these men, is there any intimacy?  Or is it just a wham,
bam, thank you ma'am kind of thing?"

   "Yes, that, exactly...  I just suck them off and leave...  most of them
seem to be crazy about me, I mean...  they are pedophiles, and I'm making
their wildest dreams come true...  I actually feel pretty safe, usually."

   "Well, that is still some pretty dangerous behavior...  you need to get
a handle on that, for sure...  have you done it recently?"

   "Not in a few weeks...  I have two guys I met that way that I still
see...  but they are completely safe..."

   "Well, like I said.  Make a commitment to putting an end to dangerous,
destructive behaviors...  the rest of it is no big deal.  I think you are
pretty much just a normal girl."

   Taylor lay there, and thought about what he'd said.  She agreed, mostly.
And she had, to some extent, stopped doing those things.  She felt like she
was getting enough from other sources, Darren, and Mr.  Bennett...  she
didn't feel like she needed it, any more.

   "Honestly," he said, "I see no real reason for you to keep coming to see
me.  I think you realize your problem, and you just need to fix it.  I
don't see much need for a long course of treatment."

   "Thank you, doctor," she said.  She finally turned, and sat up on the
couch.

   "You are a very attractive young lady," Dr.  DeVriess said.  "Don't let
your self-image detract from your ability to have a good life.  Don't feel
bad about yourself."

   She looked at him and nodded.  He continued.

   "In fact," he said, "If I were young, I'd be pursuing you, after this
meeting.  I feel an intense attraction to you."

   Oh really, she thought, how interesting.

   "Well, Nathen..." she said.  "Since you are not going to treat me any
more, I am not your patient, and you won't be violating your oath...  if
you allow me to take some liberties with you.  Is that the way you see it?"

   "Well...  that's the way I want to see it...  it is not very
professional, though, I fear."

   "Well..." she said, her mind racing.  Will I do this?  she asked
herself. Hell yeah, let's do one more, for old times sake.

   "Screw professionalism," she said.  "Let's fuck."



   --==+==-

   The couch was crowded, but he held her on top of his body.  He was in
good shape, she thought, kind of like Darren, young and lean and
well-toned. And blessedly bare of body hair.  They kissed, softly and
sweetly, and she felt his hands on her bare ass.  She was glad again she'd
just worn a simple pull-over skirt.  Quick and easy.

   She had been pleased to see his cock when he disrobed.  Not bad, but not
a monster, either.  She knew she could do it.  She just hoped he had
something for lubrication.  She rode that cock, now, she sawed it along her
pussy, rubbing the shaft of it on her clit, feeling shivers run down her
spine.  She knew it felt good for him, too.

   He finally got up and went into a small bathroom, and retrieved a tube
of hand lotion.  "It's all I have," he said apologetically.  It was okay.
It was hypo-allergenic, at least.  He smeared it on his penis, and she lay
back on the couch and let him crawl on top of her.

   As he positioned himself, and pushed his hard cock into her body, she
whispered in his ear, "Doc...  do you fuck all your patients?"

   "Only the most beautiful ones," he said, and laughed.  She laughed back.
This little doctor's visit had turned out well, she thought.  Peace of
mind, and piece of ass.  Just fine.



   --==+==-

   Later that evening, as Mr.  Bennett rubbed his big hard cock on her
clit, she thought about Darren and what she would have to do if him and her
became a couple.  Am I ready to give this up, she thought, as her breath
caught in her throat and she began to cum.  Can I give this up?  Will
Darren be enough for me?  Am I really addicted to danger?  She didn't think
that, she didn't really do dangerous stuff anymore...  she didn't have to.
It seemed like to her that she'd gotten that out of her system. 
Although... she did just fuck a strange teen-aged boy a week or so ago...
well, I'll work on that, she thought.  I don't want it to be a problem, and
I'll work on it.

   All in all, she felt pretty good about things.  She's just go with the
flow, and see what worked out.  She'd change things when they needed to be
changed.  Everybody has their secrets, she thought.  I'll keep mine as long
as I can.  When I have to give them up, I'll give them up.  She felt pretty
good about where her life was, at the moment.  She knew she was on the
right track.

   She sighed, and let Mr.  Bennett rub her clit.



   --==+==-

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