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   Peggy's Date

   by sourdough


------ Description: Peggy goes to the movies alone for the first time.
Codes: Mf gi 1st reluc preg



   "Can I please go see the other movie, Mom?  Pretty please?"

   "Oh, I don't know about that, honey.  Your sister wants to go see this
one and it's her turn.  Also, I'll have to stay with Annie so I won't be
able to keep an eye on you.  And besides, the one you want to see is rated
PG."

   Peggy sighed in frustration.  "I've seen plenty of PG movies with you,
Mother, and I'm old enough to see one alone.  Please?  I'll just be next
door."

   Peggy's mother, Marilyn, mirrored her daughter's sigh but added a little
smile and said, "Okay." Her daughter was growing up and the young mother
might as well face facts.  "But if anything scares you or if anyone tries
to talk to you, you come running to me.  Do you understand that, Miss
Grown-up?"

   "I understand, Mom.  Thank you.  I love you," the young girl added with
a happy grin.  The attractive family was standing outside a movie house
which specialized in showing older films which were already past their
initial theatrical runs.  Consequently, the films attracted sparse crowds.
On the positive side, the tickets only cost 99 cents each, just affordable
for the divorced mother.  Marilyn often wondered how the movie house stayed
in business until she heard they catered to the college-age crowd and
cinema buffs by showing cult films on Friday and Saturday nights and turned
a profit that way.

   Fortunately for this story, the conversation was overheard by arch
pedophile, Charles de la Coeur.  Charles was not the run-of-the-mill
pervert one usually sees in today's big cities.  He was a well-dressed
older gentleman who had invested wisely as a young man and could now lead a
life of leisure.  He had discovered his latent pedophilic tendencies only
in the past few years and now he was trying to make up for lost time.  He
watched the woman purchase her tickets at the snack counter and then
separate from her older daughter.  The young pretty girl was going to see a
movie he'd already seen but Charles didn't mind.  He wouldn't be paying
much attention to the movie anyway.  The middle-aged man waited until the
trio disappeared from view before walking inside, purchasing his own ticket
and stocking up on snacks.

   Charles sat well away from the girl until the main feature started.  He
was in luck.  The little girl was the only other one in the auditorium. 
They always started the screening on time whether or not there was anyone
there to watch it.

   Peggy was vaguely aware of someone sitting down beside her but she was
too engrossed in the movie to pay real attention.  It wasn't until her leg
was brushed by her neighbor's leg that Peggy looked at the man sitting
beside her.  He wasn't paying attention to her so it must have been an
accident thought Peggy so she turned her attention back to the screen.  It
wasn't until the man moved his leg against hers and kept it there that
Peggy began to get scared.

   Should she just move or run out of the place and find her mother?  Peggy
decided to handle it herself.  If her mom found out about this man she'd
never again allow Peggy out of her sight.  "Leave me alone or I'll call the
manager," Peggy threatened.

   "Oh, excuse me," Charles replied.  "I thought I was flirting with a
pretty teenager, not a scared little girl."

   "I'm not scared and I'm not a little girl," Peggy protested.  "I'm
twelve years old." Actually the young girl was still a few months away from
being twelve.

   "Oh, well.  If you're twelve years old you must have a lot of experience
with guys.  You're very pretty." Peggy blushed with the compliment.

   "I'm used to it," Peggy lied, "only they're closer to my own age.  I'll
bet you a million bucks you're even older than my dad." Peggy wasn't
certain in the dark but he sure looked pretty old.

   "I don't have a million bucks to bet.  How about 20 bucks?"

   "Fine," said Peggy and then gulped.  Why did I say that?  The young girl
didn't have $20 to bet.  Maybe I should just leave she thought.

   "How old is your father?"

   "He's uh, 33," she stuttered, cutting a few years off his real age.

   "You win," replied Charles and handed her a twenty dollar bill.  He
didn't care if she had said he was 103.  The little girl still would have
won.

   "Thanks," breathed Peggy.  She was kind of flabbergasted.  She'd never
won a bet where someone actually paid off.  She certainly never paid off on
any bet she lost.  Twenty dollars was more money she had at one time in her
entire life.

   "Have some popcorn," said Charles.

   "Thanks," Peggy repeated and grabbed a handful.  She began to relax. 
The man seemed nice.  Her mother's warnings against talking to strange men
were being forgotten.  It didn't even bother her when the man caressed her
knee and left his hand there.  She was wearing slacks so he couldn't caress
her bare leg.  The young girl suddenly wished she had dressed better to go
to the movies.  A dress would have been nicer.

   Charles leaned over and said, "I feel like I'm on a date with you now.
What's your name?"

   "It's Peggy.  What's yours?"

   "Mine's Joseph," said Charles.

   "Nice to meet you, Joseph," said Peggy.

   "Usually it's more proper to find out your date's name before you go out
with him.  I hope you don't mind."

   "I don't mind," the young girl replied.  She didn't mind at all.  In
fact, she was feeling quite grown up and it made her feel good even if her
date was older than her own dad.  She felt the man's hand inch up a bit
further on her thigh.

   "Now that we're on a date," said Charles, "I'd like to point that we
should be doing what dating couples do when they go out to movies since
movies were invented."

   "What have dating couples been doing since movies were invented?" said
Peggy.  She had a feeling she knew what they did.

   "Well, they kiss and hug and undress each other."

   Peggy giggled.  "I'm not going to let you undress me.  My mom says nice
girls don't let boys do that.  I'm a nice girl."

   "Moms have to say that.  I think your mom was a nice girl but she let
her dates do exactly what I'm doing." Charles leaned down and kissed Peggy.
His hand wandered up from the girl's thigh to under her armpit.  His thumb
began to caress her developing breast.  Peggy felt nervous again but she
returned Charles' kisses.  Her breasts were so sensitive but the man was so
gentle.  She began to feel weird sensations down in her belly.  Charles'
other hand wasn't idle either.  It claimed the spot on her thigh vacated by
his other hand and began to work its way up to her crotch.  Peggy clamped
her thighs together to trap the middle-aged man's hand.

   "D-don't," Peggy stuttered.  She wasn't sure why she said that.  It felt
so good and yet a bit frightening.  Peggy was afraid of losing control if,
indeed, she ever was in control.  "You're not my boyfriend," she said as a
way of justifying herself.

   "I wish I was your boyfriend," said Charles.  "We could have so much fun
together and I'd buy you lots of nice gifts at the mall."

   "You would?" Peggy unclenched her thigh muscles and relaxed them. 
Charles was quick to claim his prize and ran his hand the rest of the way
up the girl's leg.  The young girl always dreamed of having a boyfriend who
would buy her nice gifts.  Still, the man she knew as Joseph was much too
old for her and she just knew her mother wouldn't approve of him.  Peggy
squirmed a bit.  The man's fingers were making her belly feel delicious.

   "Of course," Charles replied.  "Meet me at the mall this Saturday and
we'll do some shopping together."

   "I...  I can't," said Peggy.  "Me and my sister have to visit our dad
this weekend." The little girl couldn't hide her disappointment.  She liked
the idea of her new friend buying her nice things.

   "That's too bad.  I'm sure there's a mall nearby where your daddy lives.
Maybe we'll have an opportunity to spend this." Charles reached inside his
pocket and flashed a hundred dollar bill in front of her face.  Peggy
gasped when she saw the money.  She started thinking of all the things she
could buy with a hundred dollars.  The things, mainly clothes, Peggy's
mother said she couldn't afford to buy for her.  Charles quickly pocketed
the money and his hands returned to fondling the young girl's body.

   Peggy's heart leaped to her throat when she felt the man's hands begin
to slowly pull down her pants and panties.  She wanted to stop him but the
girl instinctively knew Joseph was willing to buy her nice things only
because of what she was allowing him to do.  Desire for worldly goods was
quickly winning over common sense and fear of what this man was doing.  It
felt good anyway.  Charles was an expert at exciting young girls' senses.

   The girl had a sparse nest of downy soft hair between her legs.  Charles
caressed it lovingly before beginning to explore her moistening slit.  Her
clitoris was easy to find.  She had a large one for such a little girl and
it was begging for attention.  "Stop, Joseph...  please stop," Peggy
gasped.

   "Why, my dear," Charles asked.  "Am I doing it wrong?  It's not anything
different from what you do to your self in bed at night, is it?" Peggy
could feel herself blushing.  It was exactly what she did at night before
she went to sleep.  The little girl didn't answer her older lover and
Charles could tell she was abandoning her self to those delicious feeling
he was creating.  It was time to act.

   Charles quickly released his throbbing prick from the confines of his
trousers, unnoticed by Peggy.  He was glad his prick was fairly slim and no
longer than six inches.  It was the perfect size for little girls. 
Anything larger frightened the delicate creatures and they thought it
plenty big enough anyway.  Peggy thought the man wanted her to sit on his
lap and indeed he did but not in the way she anticipated.  The girl
squeaked in terror when she felt the fleshy knob of his prick start to
penetrate her precious hole but it was too late.  He pulled her down on his
lap and the weight of Peggy's body forced his prick through her cherry. 
The deed was done and the lovely eleven-year-old was no longer a virgin,
impaled on Charles' fleshy sword and trapped; unable to move.  The
deafening volume of the film that movie theaters liked to bombard their
patrons with worked to Charles' advantage.  No one outside could hear the
sound of the child's distress.  "Take it out," Peggy whimpered.  "Please!
You're hurting me." She was wiggling around in the most delightful way and
the middle-aged man knew he wouldn't last long at all.

   "You poor darling," Charles said soothingly.  "I'm sorry I hurt you but
it won't very much longer.  Trust me."

   Peggy turned her head around as far as possible to face her rapist and
gave him a betrayed look.  "I hate you!  I'm going to tell my mother," she
promised.  Charles didn't care.  He'd gotten much further with the girl
than he'd thought possible.  Now all Charles wanted to do was to get his
rocks off and leave.  He had his escape route all planned out and he knew
the old movie theater didn't have security cameras.

   Charles pulled Peggy's legs back so he could get some leverage and began
to move inside her.  The young girl was unlikely to derive any pleasure
from her first fuck but that was the breaks of the game.  Maybe she'd get
off with her next lover, most likely a smooth-talking teenager.  Charles
certainly wasn't interested in Peggy anymore.  It was too risky.  He was
looking forward to his next conquest.  It was a pity, really.  Charles
would have relished a go at the younger sister.  What was her name?  Oh
yes, Annie.

   Despite the initial pain excitement began to replace the fright Peggy
first felt when the man first penetrated her pussy.  She knew she was no
longer a virgin and that made her a woman if the talk with the older girls
was anything to go by.  The young girl now began to worry about the harsh
words she'd spoken to the man she knew as Joseph.  Now he'd be mad at her
and not buy her any nice gifts at the mall.  He was making grunting noises
now and Peggy began to feel a soothing wetness in her sore belly.  Joseph
seemed to be finished.  His prick slipped out the girl's pussy and Charles
staunched the flow of semen and blood with some tissue he kept handy.  He
didn't want his suit trousers to get stained.  Peggy stood up and pulled on
her pants and panties.  She sat back down on his lap.  "Joseph, you're not
mad at me, are you?" She snuggled her head against his chest.

   "Of course I'm not mad at you, darling.  Why do you even have to ask?"

   "I told you I hate you and I was going to tell my mother but I don't
hate you and I won't say anything to her.  I promise."

   "You sweetheart!" exclaimed Charles.  "I'm going to give you that
hundred dollar bill right now and then we'll spend another hundred dollars
when I see you at the mall."

   "Thank you!" Peggy gasped as he handed her the cash.  "I love you,
Joseph!" she said and gave the older man a big hug.

   "You're welcome, Peggy," said Charles.  "I love you, too." He smiled
wistfully.  Peggy had the makings of a good whore.  He wished he knew a
pimp he could refer her to.  Other pedophiles would, of course, be
interested in the young girl but Charles made a point of staying away from
them.  He stayed away from the chat rooms or any website that even remotely
catered to pedophiles.  Charles liked the thrill of the hunt.  He
concentrated in areas that seemed to attract single mothers; low budget
apartment dwellings.  They were far away from the luxury neighborhood where
he lived.

   Charles got Peggy's telephone number and promised to contact her with a
time and place for them to meet.  He never intended to call her and it
would be months before he'd ever dare venture near the same neighborhood
the movie theater was located.  He kissed Peggy goodbye and left via an
exit door next to the screen.

   "Did you enjoy the movie, Peggy?" her mother asked when they met in the
lobby.

   "I sure did, Mom," Peggy replied.  "Thank you for letting me go in there
alone." She fingered the cash nestled in her pocket.  The young girl was
going to have a grand time spending it.  That was the last grand time Peggy
was to have.  Charles never called her and then there was the problem of
her pregnancy.  In an unfortunate coincidence young Peggy was ovulating for
the first time when Charles came inside her.  Her mother didn't discover
her daughter's pregnancy until the little girl's belly began to swell and
it was too late to do anything about it.

   Well, there's nothing more to be said about Peggy.  She's an expectant
mother now and one that's been disappointed in love besides.  The poor girl
does deserve her privacy now...  sorry.

   ------ The End ------