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 At the mall,

   by shefux

   What the fuck is this mother thinking?  I thought as I casually walked
behind a little girl and her mother.

   I had been sitting at the bottom of the glass sided escalator at the
local mall in a cluster of comfortable overstuffed chairs that the mall
furnishes for husbands that have been coerced in to accompanying their
wives shopping.  When an early thirty something mom and her nine something
daughter came down the escalator.  The mother, who was a MILF, was dressed
in a knee length grey skirt and a pink satin blouse.  She had bra and
panties on because I could see the outline of the undergarments through the
material of her outer clothing.

   Next to her was a young girl that I assumed was her daughter.  She was
dressed in a poka-dot top that tied under her nonexistent breasts leaving
her flat tummy exposed down to the tiny ruffled white skirt that hugged her
nonexistent hips.  The ridiculously short skirt flared out from her hips
and ended even with the junction of her pencil thin legs.

   As I watched them descend to the ground floor where I sat pretending to
read a news paper I could plainly see the little girls pink panties had
ridden up into her hairless crack.  When the two reached the bottom of the
moving staircase I got up and followed at a distance of about fifteen feet.
At that distance I could occasionally get a glimpse of the little girl's
tiny rounded ass as she hurried along behind her impatient mother.

   That is when I thought for the millionth time.  What the fuck is this
mother thinking?  The stupid parent might as well attach a sign to the kids
back.

   `Pedophile's welcome.  Please ogle my daughter and make plans to abduct
her.'

   I suppose, since I had that thought, I must consider myself a pedophile.
On the other hand I knew that I did not have the guts to actually abduct or
even coerce a girl into a situation where I might molest her.  Little girls
definitely turn me on, as do adult women, but most of my fantasies revolve
around pre-teen girls over the age of eight.

   I was very much at a loss as to why a mother would dress her precious
daughter in such revealing clothing, but I had seen it time after time day
after day.  Little girls on the edge of puberty sexually displayed for the
enjoyment of any pervert with gas to get him or her to the mall.

   As I said this wasn't the first time I had watched scantily clad little
girls at the mall and I was even beginning to worry that security might
have become suspicious of my activities.  With that thought, I decided that
I should cool it for awhile so looked for an area of the mall that might be
less traveled.  As it so happened I stumbled into a cul-de-sac of sorts
that was practically deserted.  There were three over stuffed leather
chairs facing each other with a round low coffee table centered between
them.

   Perfect I decided, and sat down to actually read my paper.  Within five
minutes of sitting down a bald headed grandfatherly gentleman and what I
assumed was his granddaughter entered my quite little space.  Grandpa
picked the little girl up and placed her in the chair opposite me.

   "Isabelle, you sit right here and color while I go into that store right
over there." He said pointing to an electronics store behind me.

   "Would you keep an eye on my granddaughter for me sir?  I'll only be a
moment."

   And without my consent or even my acknowledgment that he even spoke, he
disappeared behind me.

   Stupid old bastard.  I thought.  Who in his right mind would leave a
little girl in the care of a stranger?

   I had no idea how old the kid was but my guess was somewhere between
eight and ten.  As I watched her she drew her legs up onto the chair and
her short white and yellow dress slid into her lap.  Her thin white panties
all but glowed in the darkened alcove.  The wispy panties were pulled up
tight into her cunny crack and the outlines of her pouty pussy lips were
inviting my eyes to inspect her cunt in more detail.  She rested her
coloring book against her upper thighs and her pink little tongue was
trapped between her teeth in intense concentration.

   I was leaning forward in my seat in order to get a better look at her
nylon covered pussy when I was startled by an angry sounding voice behind
me.

   "You pervert, I see where you are looking, you sorry bastard."

   I spun around and Grandpa was behind me literally frothing at the mouth.
"I should call security, you sick baby fucker."

   I was embarrassed that me, a twenty eight year old man would get caught
ogling a fourth grader.  It was because of that embarrassment, that it took
me a little while to realize that even though he seemed extremely angry he
was only speaking loud enough for me and possibly the young girl to hear
him.

   "Jesus.  You sorry cocksucker.  Your dick is tenting your shorts." I
tried to cover my boner but it was even more embarrassing that I actually
tried to hide it.

   "God dammit, say something you dirt bag." "Sorry." I mumbled.

   "You want to fuck my granddaughter don't you?" He whispered with spittle
flying when he said fuck.

   I glared back at him as defiance began rising within me.  I had just
been looking and the girl was very much `on display'.  She should have been
taught that little ladies don't sit that way.

   I stared back into his bulging brown eyes and said.  "If you hadn't
dressed her like a little slut, and if you had taught her some modesty,
there would be nothing for me to look at." I quietly, yet earnestly,
growled back at him.

   "But you do want to fuck her......don't you?" he said in an almost
wistful way.

   His body had relaxed considerably, his eyes had returned to a more
normal size and he seemed no longer agitated.

   I was thinking `this guy is nuts, I need to get out of here' and I
started to get up, but he pushed down on my shoulder and I found myself
looking again at the white panty covered pussy.

   "Izzy." the man spoke.

   The girl looked at him and he made a hand gesture.  Her small hand put
down the crayon she had been using and reached down around her dress and
hooked her index finger in the leg of her panties and drew them aside so
that her tiny hairless pussy was totally exposed.

   "Now," he whispered in my ear.  "Tell me that you don't want to fuck my
granddaughter."

   I was too stunned to get up or even answer the insane elderly man
breathing heavily in my ear.

   "Really," he spoke again.  "Who wouldn't want to fuck her?  I would if I
could, but every time I try, I lose my hard-on.  I guess it is an incest
thing, but I find that I just can't stay hard.  Just thinking about fucking
her or licking that gorgeous little cunt makes my dick so hard that
Superman couldn't bend it, but the second that I prepare to stick my cock
in that slippery smooth cunt.  Bloop, wet noodle.

   I turned toward him with a look that clearly indicated that I thought
that any moment the men from Belleview would charge around the corner and
fit him with a canvas jacket that not even Houdini could have escaped from.

   Ignoring my obvious disbelief he said.  "Look." and nodded toward the
child.

   Now it was time for my eyes to bulge.  The crayons that she had been
using were of the jumbo variety.  They were as thick as a man's finger and
just as long.  The little bitch had three of them protruding about an inch
from her unblemished pink pussy lips and was in the process of inserting a
forth.  I can only surmise that she was demonstrating that she could handle
a man sized cock, if there was one around for her to try.  I glanced at her
beautiful face and found her eyes locked on mine and a big smile spread
across her delicate features.

   "She has never been fucked,....  by a real cock that is.  We busted her
cherry long ago and have used many objects to stretch her, but she wants
the real thing and like I said I can't give it to her.  God knows I have
tried."

   "You want me to fuck her?" I asked still in denial."

   "Of course, why else would we set up this little show?"

   "Why me?" I asked.

   "Luck of the draw.  Obviously you like little girl snatch or you would
not have sat here and ogled Isabelle's pussy."

   I had no answer to his assertion.  Mainly because he was right, even
though I have never actually had any, I love little girl snatch, actually,
I like almost all snatch, especially that which belongs to little girl's.

   A woman walked near us and Isabella flipped her dress over her knees and
hid her crayon holder, only her box did not have Crayola written on it.  As
bizarre as this whole afternoon had been I was totally on board with this
fucking the granddaughter thing.  So I asked.

   "Where, when?"

   "Here, now." Grandpa said.

   "Here?  You got to be shitting me."

   "Well, not right here on this spot.  Over there." And he pointed to a
door in the corner of the alcove.

   As many times as I have wandered the mall looking for scantily dressed
little girls and there have been many, I had not seen, nor realized that
the door was there.  Then I noticed the plaque attached to the door.  It
read "Family restroom".

   Isabelle got to her feet; crayons still firmly embedded in her body,
took my hand, pulled me from my chair and guided me to the previously
unknown door.  Grandpa followed behind looking to see if anyone had noticed
our entry into the unobtrusive door.

   I was impressed at the size of the public restroom.  It was almost the
size of a small bedroom in the average home.  My guess is that it was about
ten feet long and eight feet wide.  There was a commode with handicap rails
mounted next to it in the far corner.  The four foot vanity had a large
three by four mirror over it and a stainless sink.  Attached to the wall to
our left as we walked in, was a plastic baby changing table that folded
down.  The light green room was very well lit with several overhead
florescent fixtures.

   When grandpa passed through the door, he turned and I heard the lock
click.  For some reason I felt a wave of panic rush over me.  The image
that flashed before me was that the "click" was the sound of the lock to my
cell at Raeford and my cellmate was a big black Negro named Tyrone.  I must
have turned white with fear, because Isabelle shook my arm and asked.  "Are
you ok mister?"

   "Uuh, oh, yeah." I stuttered.  Then I felt the blood rush back into my
extremities.

   "Yes, sweetie, I'm ok.  I just remembered something that I probably
shouldn't do."

   The old man grasped the girls yellow dress and pulled it over Izzy's
head.  In front of me stood a lovely smiling child in white panties whose
cunt was filled with multicolored wax.  She shimmied out of her panties and
tossed them with the rest of the clothing.

   She reached up and slipped my belt from the buckle, popped the button on
my khaki shorts and they bunched around my ankles with no further
assistance.  My briefs were distorted as my boner pressed against the white
material.  Izzy bent to pick up my pants so I stepped out of them.  She
half assed folded them and tossed them on the vanity where it met the wall.
Then she hooked her tiny fingers in the waist of my underwear and pulled
them down, where I stepped free of them as well.  She handed them to gramps
and he placed them on my pants.

   One tiny hand went to my cock the other went to my balls.  My dick
jumped involuntarily when her cool fingers grasped me.

   "Ooh, it's a nice one grandpa."

   My dick isn't huge but no one has ever complained.  From everything I
have read I am slightly above average.

   Everything seemed to slow down as she opened her pink lips and my cock
disappeared through them into her warm wet mouth.

   The old man had dropped his pants and was jacking his sizeable dick as
he watched his granddaughter slobber all over my prick.

   I was pleasantly surprised at how much of my cock the little girl could
get into her mouth.

   Grandpa's eyes never left my cock as she pushed her face closer and
closer to my pubic hair.

   "She's been practicing." The old man said proudly.  "She will have your
cock down her throat in a few more strokes."

   True to his word she pressed her nose into my dark brown pubic hair in
three more passes.  She held herself there and ran her tongue on the
underside of my boner and looked up at me with her big brown eyes.  I
almost filled her belly with sperm in that instant.

   After what seemed a very long time she moved back off of my cock and
took in a huge breath of air while smiling up at me.

   "Grandpa taught me how to do that.  Did you like it mister?"

   "I loved it sweetheart.  That was so amazing.  You are going to make
someone a wonderful wife someday."

   "Grandpa says sluts don't get married.  He says that no wants to marry a
slut."

   "Well." I said.  "I would marry you in a second, slut or no slut."

   "Really?  You hear that grandpa.  He would marry me." Then she turned
back to me and said.  "Ya know, if you was to marry me you would have to
let me fuck anybody I wanted to, cause that's what sluts do.  Right
gramps?" "That's right pumpkin." The elderly man confirmed.

   "I want you to fuck me right now mister, ok?"

   "Sure honey, I'll fuck you." I told her as I picked her up and sat her
on the vanity.

   "You wanna take my crayons out?" She asked innocently, as she leaned
back bracing herself with her arms.

   I took an ankle in each hand and placed her feet flat on the vanity next
to her ass, with her legs spread wide, I gently withdrew a big blue crayon
from her very wet pussy.  Clearly she was sexually aroused and was not only
willing to fuck me, but wanted to fuck me.  Then I pulled a yellow one out
and the remaining two came out together.

   I don't think I had seen anything more arousing than this little nymph
displayed before me.  I pulled her ass to the edge of the Formica and
placed my mouth on her tender little cunt and tasted her girlie juice. 
"Mmmmmm." I said smacking my lips.  "Tastes like wax."

   She giggled as I dove back into her honey pot.

   She groaned and lay back on the vanity and began humping her cunt up
into my attacking tongue.  I stuck my nose in her pussy and ran the ridge
of it up and over her protruding clit.

   "Oh, wow!  That feels nice.  You're goin to have to do that to me
Grandpa." "Sure thing pumpkin."

   "Please fuck me now mister.  I been waitin soooo long."

   "Ok baby." As I said those words I realized that it hadn't been all that
long ago that she had actually been a baby.

   She pulled herself up on her arms again so that she could watch my cock
slide into her cunt.

   I took my stiff cock and rubbed it up her sloppy slit coating it with
her girl goo.  Then I placed at the opening and slowly but firmly pressed
it into her.

   She moaned and her eyes fluttered as the head of my dick forced her
pussy lips apart and entered her body.  Deeper and deeper I went.

   "Oh, gramps.  It feels soooo much better than the vegetables."

   And then I was totally embedded deep in her tiny warm body.  Nothing
before in my life had felt this good.  I never ever wanted to move from
this spot.

   "Oh, fuck me mister.  Fuck me now.  Pleeease fuck me mister." So I began
slowly moving in and out of her, gradually increasing my speed and power
with each stroke.

   "Yes, that feels good, yeah, like that only harder mister."

   I doubled my efforts and I worried if the sound of our flesh slapping
together could be heard outside of the small bathroom.  Then she screamed,
announcing the arrival of her first orgasm, and then another struck right
after that one.  By the time her third nut washed over the small girl, her
tiny cunt was as tight as a velvet vise around my dick.  I groaned and
spilled my sperm deep in that glorious cunt way before I intended too.

   She lay back on the beige Formica panting as she recovered from her
first fuck with a real cock.

   Gramps had been jacking off while we had been fucking and now stepped up
to the vanity and blasted Isabella's face with his incestuous cream.  Then
he bent at the waist and began to lick his sperm from her face.

   "Oh, thank you mister." She said when he was finished.  "That was
wonderful."

   "You're welcome young lady.  I would be honored to fuck you anytime you
want."

   "I would like that very much mister, but grandpa says I'm not a lady. 
I'm a slut.  He promised me that soon I'm going to be a whore too, cause he
is goin to charge money when he lets men fuck me.  You won't charge..... 
What's your name mister?"

   "Bill." I told her.

   "You won't charge Mister Bill to fuck me will you Grand'pa?"

   "No, I guess not.  Mr.  Bill can fuck you for free whenever you want him
to."

   I had not removed my cock from that delectable little pussy and I began
sawing lazily between those dainty lips.  Our combined cum had coated my
cock and it made it easy to slide my simi-erect prick into her body.

   "Are you going to fuck me again mist...Uncle Bill?"

   "I'm going to do my best you little slut."

   "Mmmmm, thank you Uncle Bill, it feels so good when you do that."

   Twenty minutes later after I had fucked the little cunt one more time
and grandpa ate my cum from her pussy.  We emerged from the restroom one at
a time, with gramps going first to make sure the coast was clear.

   We met at the lounge chairs and exchanged e-mail and phone information.
Isabella kissed me full on the mouth and our tongues fought in a battle of
love.  Not only could she fuck like a woman she kissed like one.

   I watched as the two got on the escalator with the glass sides.  Izzy
turned and waved goodbye.  I could only wonder what the people on the
ground floor might think if they looked up at the little girl in the short
yellow and white dress, because her panties were in my pocket.
   The end