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The Perfect Day
by Obmuj

***

Jake wins the lottery, then has the most interesting 
time of his life when he finds an eleven-year-old pixie 
who has a flat tire on her bike. They both have a first 
that day. (Mg, ped, exh, 1st)

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Two distinct occasions started the summer Friday day. 
Neither were directly a part of the other, but they 
were going to become intertwined, and for one, not like 
any day ever before. In fact that sentiment could be 
said for both of the main characters making up 
activities of the perfect day in the middle of summer.

Jacob McPherson, known as Jake to his friends, was the 
winner of a twenty-two million-dollar lottery, with a 
cash value of just short of eleven million dollars, had 
just finished started out in his new forty foot RV 
diesel pusher. 

The beautiful coach had cost a cool $750,000, and it 
was plush from one end of the chrome front bumper to 
the chrome bumper at the rear of the home on wheels. It 
was the second day of Jake having the purring vehicle 
under his control, and he was driving down the inter-
state with no real destination, except West.

With cruise control set at 65, Jake, loved the looks 
people gave the off-brown motor coach, with the wild 
graphics painted on each side of the bus. The stares 
received from drivers of the cars and 18-wheelers that 
passed him, or those slow drivers he wheeled around. 
Looking at the digital clock on the dash, Jake noticed 
it was eight minutes past ten in the morning, and he 
had been driving for almost five hours.

Yesterday when he drove his car onto the RV sales lot, 
he knew what he wanted, as he had waited for two weeks 
for the money from the lottery to be placed in his 
accounts, and during that time had been reading 
brochures about the many diesel pushers available. Some 
were more expensive than the one he had picked out from 
the reading material he had accumulated, but when he 
drove on the lot, he went past the salesman, who was 
waving at him to stop. Instead, Jake had driven 
directly to the coach he wanted.

Stepping from his 1988 Chevy, which was rusty, and all 
over a piece of junk. Before winning the lottery, the 
Chevy was all he could afford. Jake had been laid off 
from his job for over a year, and he had been doing 
day-labor work to get by. 

Moving his forty-one-year-old frame from his Chevy, he 
walked to the door of the RV. Reaching out, he found 
the door of the coach was unlocked, and he pulled it 
open and stepped up into the plush leather and 
expensive walnut wood trimmed and decorative cloth-
covered furniture of the motor home bus.

Man, Jake thought, the steps moved out and down 
automatically as the door opened to his touch. Stepping 
up into the coach, he sat down behind the wheel of the 
motor home, and as he was looking over the dash and all 
the switches, and gages, the salesman he had driven by, 
steeped into the coach and asked him, with sarcasm, in 
his voice, "May I help you, fella?"

Hearing the sarcastic voice, and knowing it was 
attempting to be curt in speaking to the driver of a 
beat up Chevy, who had the audacity to drive past him, 
and drive to the most expensive coach on the lot, and 
even worse, enter the plush vehicle.

"You speaking to me jerk off?" Jake asked the 
challenging salesman, "Or are you speaking to someone 
else?"

"Sir, you need to leave this coach, immediately!"

"Tell you what, shit-for-brains, get your sales 
manager, now!"

No more than two minutes passed and another man, 
dressed in a white shirt and tie, wearing a dark green 
blazer with the emblem of the RV on the left breast 
pocket, entered the RV and asked, "You wished to see 
me, I'm Mr. Spades?"

"Yes, will you tell the man to leave my RV, so we can 
speak of my purchasing this unit?"

The sales manager, turned to the salesman, and told the 
wide-eyed man to leave them alone. After a few moments, 
Jake had explained how he had won the lottery and 
wished to purchase the coach he was in, and would be 
paying cash.

During the remainder of the day, Jake had arranged for 
the money to be wire-transferred to finalize the 
purchase of the RV, and then was instructed on the 
operation of the coach. Around four on the Thursday 
afternoon of purchasing the coach, Jake was on the 
inter-state headed West.

After parking in a discount store parking lot for the 
night, and he had purchased groceries and other 
supplies needed to complete his new home, he curled up 
and watched TV until he drifted off to sleep. Waking 
around five on Friday morning, Jake was now ready for a 
break from driving. The highway signs were announcing a 
major intersection two miles ahead, so Jake decided to 
stop and visit the classic car museum and a sales lot 
advertised on a large highway road sign.

Pulling into the lot of the museum, Jake saw that they 
had several customers who were driving RVs, but his was 
by far the most expensive and largest. Stepping from 
the coach, he walked to the museum and paid his $4 to 
enter. Walking around, he loved seeing the cars of the 
50's and 60's, and the red and white 1957 Chrysler 
300C, with the high fens, was his favorite. After about 
an hour, he left the museum and walked to the nearby 
sales lot.

Walking around the cars, he saw another 300C, inside 
the showroom. Entering the building, he walked over and 
saw that the car was truly a "black beauty." The other 
cars were some of the classic 50's models of Fords and 
Chevy's, and most other cars of that era.

Leaving the show room, Jake walked to the small old 
stainless steel dinning car. Inside, Jake found it was 
original, and he sat down at the counter, and ordered a 
late breakfast. Picking up the newspaper, he enjoyed 
reading it while reading the news. Over his third cup 
of coffee, he heard a man speaking to him, "Your 
driving that bus, aren't you?"

Turning toward the voice, he saw a man of around his 
late fifties, and his wife, who was likely five or so 
years younger, addressing him. "Yes, that is mine, just 
picked it up yesterday."

For the next half hour, they spoke about their 
respective units, and as they were leaving, Jake asked 
it hey would like to see inside his coach. The couple 
told Jake, "That would be nice," and as they walked to 
Jake's RV, he pushed a remote control switch in his 
pocket and the door opened. 

Jake watched as the woman stepped up into the coach and 
he saw she had excellent legs, and wished her husband 
wasn't around. They loved the coach, and found that the 
side-by-side freezer refrigerator was a feature they 
would want on their next coach. After getting the 
couples names and cell phone number, Jake told Stan and 
Ellen good-bye, as they left his coach.

Looking over the map he had purchased in the museum, he 
studied where he was and decided to head down this road 
and circle back to the inter-state at the next state 
highway. Pulling onto the road, Jake loved the feeling 
of the large diesel powered unit as he moved up to 55 
MPH. About three miles down the road, Jake discovered 
he was on a road with no traffic and as he rounded a 
small curve, saw a young girl standing by her bicycle, 
which looked like it must be broken.

Bringing the coach to a stop, he opened the door as he 
sat behind the wheel of his coach and asked the girl, 
"Something wrong, do you need help?"

The girl appeared to be frightened, and she said, "Kind 
of, my tire went flat, and it is almost three miles to 
where I live. Could you fix my tire, I was riding my 
bike to the stores by the inter-state where the museum 
and the playground are located?"

Getting down from the RV, Jake looked at the tire and 
saw it had blown, and he had no way to fix it for the 
cute girl. "Sorry I don't have anyway to fix your tire, 
but how about I give you a ride home, and we can put 
your bike inside?"

"I'm not allowed to ride in a car with anyone, so I 
will just have to walk home and leave my bike here, but 
I'm afraid someone will steal it if I leave it here." 
Then the girl looked inside the door of the RV and 
asked Jake, "What is this, a house trailer on wheels?"

"Guess you could call it that, but it is really called 
an RV, which stands for a recreational vehicle, some 
people call them a motor coach." Then Jake told the 
girl, "Look my name is Jake, and I can't let this big 
thing set on the road, do you want me to give you a 
ride home, and your bike?"

"Yeah, I guess so, it will be all right, won't it? My 
name is Meg." Then she smiled and told Jake, "My name 
is really Megan Chilcote, but everyone calls me Meg."

While she was speaking, she climbed up into the coach 
and Jake picked up her bike and brought it inside the 
bus with them. "Okay, you can set up here in the seat 
beside me, and tell me when we get to your house."

"Okay, but do you care if I look around in here, as 
this is nicer than our house."

"Sure, go ahead and look around and then you can tell 
me where you live."

"Wow, there is even a bathroom, can I use it, or does 
it really work?"

"Sure it works, go ahead."

Jake was paying no attention to how far he had driven 
and Meg had not returned from the bathroom, and he 
looked in the mirror and saw her climb up on the bed. 
The skirt Meg was wearing was a mini and it rose up 
over her small hips as she climbed up on the bed on her 
knees. Her back was to him, and she evidently did not 
consider he could see her in the mirror, and he laughed 
when he saw she had on a pair of red underwear of some 
sort.

The view in the mirror showed the panties Meg was 
wearing must be the thong type that had so many people 
upset over the style being sold for preteen girls. The 
panties had no legs, and they were only just a small 
strip of material up between the round balls of her 
hips. Evidently she wore a bathing suit that covered 
more than the panties, as Jake could make out the white 
part of her hips which weren't tanned when she wore her 
suit swimming.

Still the young girl hadn't turned around but had 
evidently found something that caught her attention, 
and he listened as Meg asked him, "Does this TV work?"

"Yes, and so does the one up here, so you better come 
up here and tell me when we get to your place." Then he 
watched as the girl moved and her skirt rode up her 
legs as she turned around and he could view the crotch 
of her tiny red panties. 

He was surprised at her lack of modesty, or else she 
did not know he was viewing her. Then he wondered how 
her mother allowed her to wear such a pair of red 
panties, at her age. Then Jake thought that her mother 
must have purchased them for the girl.

Walking back to the front of the coach, Meg climbed 
into the leather passenger seat, and as she looked out 
the window, exclaimed, "Your past my house, it was back 
there a ways."

"Why didn't you tell me," as Jake realized he was now 
back to where he would cut back to the interstate? Now 
what he wondered?

"Can we go for a ride, my mom and dad are at work and 
it will be almost six o'clock before they get home from 
work?"

"Meg, you know I can't do that, your parents will have 
a fit when they find out I didn't take you straight 
home." Then Jake saw he was near the interstate and 
decided he would drive on a little way, and then turn 
around and bring the girl back to her home.

When Jake turned onto the interstate, Meg was excited 
and as they rode, she turned on the TV. She watched a 
few minutes of the only station that got much 
reception, then turning it off, moved to where she was 
facing Jake.

Glancing across at the young girl, Jake saw her skirt 
was up over her young legs and exposing her body. There 
was no doubt that Meg did not know or consider that she 
was exposing herself, or else she did not consider it 
something she shouldn't be doing.

The actuality of exposing herself was something that 
Megan had only decided to do in the past few days. This 
morning as she was taking her bath and washing her 
hair, she had used the nozzle to rinse the shampoo from 
her hair. 

As she was doing so, she accidentally let it slip from 
her hand and the spray from the nozzle splashed against 
the middle of her legs. The pressure of the water was 
fairly strong and it caused a strange feeling to enter 
Megan's body as the water hit against the small slit 
between her legs.

For several minutes' Megan had moved the water spray on 
and off her opening, and she soon discovered it was 
causing her to feel really funny. Then a feeling like 
an explosion seemed to center on her tiny opening 
between her legs. Her body became stiff and she held 
the spray tight against her opening as her body shook 
from the sensations.

As the mood from the water settled down and her 
breathing became normal, Megan remembered the funny 
looks she got from her neighbor, Clint, who was 
fourteen, and how he had got her to stand up while 
swinging and he pushed her higher and higher up in the 
air. 

Megan had been wearing her blue thongs, and knew the 
boy was seeing between her legs. She had felt funny 
that Clint was enjoying looking up her skirt, and after 
a while she stopped swinging, and moved over to set on 
the picnic table. Clint had sat down on the bench of 
the table and she was seated so her legs were on either 
side of him.

Megan had known that Clint was looking up her skirt, 
and she felt the first signs of what a woman of an 
older age should know. When a male sees up your dress, 
he wants it off, and Clint had soon moved his hands 
under her skirt and was stroking her young thighs. 
"You're not supposed to touch me like that, and you 
will get us in trouble."

"No, I won't, no one will know if you don't tell." Then 
he surprised her and asked, "Will you take you panties 
off so I can see you, I won't tell anyone, and nothing 
else but just look, okay?"

Megan sat in the seat of the RV, and knew Jake could 
see her red thongs, and wondered if he would want her 
to take them off like Clint had? Her memory of how she 
was excited when Clint looked at her, and then when she 
held the water on her thing, caused the young girl to 
like having another man look up her skirt.

The fact that Jake was older did not enter into her 
immature mind. Meg only wanted to have her body viewed 
and she wished the older man would ask her to take her 
panties off. What would my mom say if she knew what she 
and Clint had done, and now she was in a big car-house, 
with man she didn't know? 

"Where are we going, Jake, and do you like me?"

"Yes, I like you, and your cute and remind me of a 
pixie, and who knows where we will end up."

"Can I stay with you forever, and just ride in here 
with you?"

"That would be nice, but your parents will wonder what 
happened to you, and then when they find you with me, I 
will end up in jail."

"No one will know, and why do you think I'm a pixie?"

"Someone will know and you will get tired of just 
riding around with me, and you're a pixie, because 
you're mischievous,"

Megan knew that Jake was looking at her panties, and 
she wanted him to see her without them like Clint had. 
"Do you like my panties, they are thongs like my mom 
wears, and she bought them for me?"

"They are cute, but should you expose yourself to me 
like that?"

"I like to have you see me and my panties,, and if you 
want I will take them off, and will you tell me if my 
thing is pretty?"

"Go ahead, if you want to and I will tell you if your 
thing is pretty, but you must promise never to tell 
anyone what you have done."

Megan reached under her skirt and pulled her tiny 
thongs off her hips and down her legs, then over her 
shoes and then she sat so her legs were open and her 
feet were resting on the seat. Her small sex was on 
display to Jake and he became concerned that someone 
might see him and the girl so exposed. Ahead was a turn 
off and it had a large truck stop located where he 
could pull into and park. 

When he entered the parking lot of the truck stop, he 
pulled around to the back part of the lot, and stopped 
where no one could see inside the coach. After parking 
the RV bus, Jake pressed a button on the dash, and 
curtains closed around the windows on the front and 
sides of the coach, making the interior of the RV 
private.

Jake was fearful of what he was about to do, but the 
girl was assuredly knowledgeable about what she was 
offering him, and he asked her, "Meg, how old are you, 
and have you let others see you with your panties off?"

"I'm eleven years old, and I let Clint see me two 
times, he is kind of my boyfriend, and he is fourteen."

"Let's move to the back of the coach, and into the bed 
room where it is more comfortable."

When they reached the back of the coach, Jake looked at 
the girl and saw here long dark hair reached down to 
her hips, and her oval face was like a pixie doll, and 
her smile was enough to make him want more than just a 
view of her body. He knew he could go to jail for the 
rest of his life, but that was soon forgotten as he 
watched the girl pull her skirt up over her hips and 
set with her legs apart on the bed in front of him.

"Tell me what Clint and you did."

"He touched my legs, and his fingers pushed between my 
legs, but I made him stop as mom said not to let a 
person touch me there, unless I wanted them to, and 
when I was older." As Meg spoke, she moved her finger 
to show Jake her sex.

"Megan, will you take all your clothes off, and let me 
see you, and if you do, I will undress, also?"

Jake watched as the girl undressed, her body was tan 
all over, and the small white triangle shapes over her 
chest showed where her bathing suit covered her tiny 
and just slightly pointed nipples. They were a light 
pink, and they actually were raised a small way out 
from her chest, but they did point out in a perfect 
tiny round spot on her chest, until the nipples were 
pointed.

Her stomach was flat like a young girl, and it was tan, 
except around her waist where she wore a bikini bottom 
of some sort, and the inside of her legs, and around 
her sex was perfectly white. The tiny slit was 
hairless, except for some blonde fine hairs, that was 
more like fuzz. Megan had only a small puffiness to the 
lips of her vulva. The stark contrast from her tan to 
the white of her body that had been covered by her 
bathing suit made her an object of sex, even at eleven.

"Are you going to undress?"

With her question leading the way, Jake removed his 
shoes, socks, then his golf shirt and club shorts, and 
stood by the bed in his boxers. He watched Megan as her 
eyes took in his removing his clothing, and then he 
pulled his boxers off his body, and he was as nude as 
the girl.

"That is what you put in a girl, and sometimes makes 
her pregnant, isn't it, Megan asked as she reached out 
a finger and touched his slowly growing erection?"

"Yes, and sometimes a girl gets pregnant, but you are 
too young to become so."

Jake used his hands to turn the girl over so he could 
view her round hips and saw they had not gotten the 
shape of a girl entering puberty. They were round, but 
still had a slight flatness to them, and her legs were 
not yet developed where the thighs and calves were 
meaty like a teenager. Yet he loved how her butt was 
white, and he pulled her legs apart so he could view 
the narrow slit that showed she was a female, even if 
the slit was still developing and had not yet gotten 
the lips of an older girl.

Then he rolled her onto her back, and his fingers were 
soon stroking her legs and across her stomach, and when 
he brought his finger into contact with her sex, she 
moaned out in a slight hissing sound. His fingers 
captured the tiny lips on each side of her sex, and he 
squeezed them until she wiggled from the pleasure he 
was building in her young eleven years old body.

Moving his finger up, he sought out her tiny clitoris, 
and he stimulated it lightly and watched her face and 
saw her eyes were shut. When her hips begin to move 
slightly on the bed, he leaned over and begin to kiss 
and lick at the young slit in front of him.

Megan was uncertain what she should do, but the 
feelings in her body told her to enjoy what the man was 
doing. When her clit was stimulated until she thought 
she would explode, even more than this morning when she 
had actually masturbated for the first time in her 
young life, using the shower nozzle.

Jake knew Megan was building up for a climax, even if 
she was young, and he turned around so he was laying 
between her small and just starting to get shape legs. 
Sliding upward until he was laying between the young 
legs of the girl, he eased his manhood against the 
small opening, and the head parted the tiny lips.

Slowly he worked the head of his male sex until he had 
about half of the head between her labia, and as she 
continued to move it ever so slightly into her body, 
the fingers on his left hand were playing with her 
clit. Nothing had ever felt so soft and wonderful to 
Jake when he thought of the number of women he had been 
within his life. Here was a girl of eleven, with no 
breast, no hair around her sex, and her body was more 
of a stick than a desirable female.

After several minutes, Jake felt the head of his 
manhood enter the opening of the girl. He listened as 
she told him it was starting to hurt, and yet he 
continued to work the firm member of his sex into the 
girl.

"OH wait! You're hurting me! Ooh no stop, it hurts! No! 
No, no, I don't want anymore. You're going to do it to 
me and I want to stop! Aaugh nooooo!" Megan cried out, 
as she was penetrated fully at the young age of eleven 
by a man's nearly seven inches of manhood.

Megan felt her body recoil from the invasion of the 
large thing into her tiny opening, yet she was helpless 
to do more than cry out her pain, and to allow the man 
to take her as he wished.

After Jake went off, he rose from between her legs and 
saw Megan was bleeding from the loss of her virginity. 
He rose from the bed and obtained a towel from the 
bathroom, and also a wet wash cloth. With a soft touch 
he cleaned the blood from the inside of her small legs, 
and around the opening of her sex, and down under her 
hips and around her small anal opening.

For several minutes they lay and discussed what had 
happened, and Jake explained how they had made love, 
and he was certain that she would want to have Clint do 
it with her in the future. Then once more they engaged 
in sex and this time Jake made it last for several 
minutes, but he could not get Meg to have a climax. He 
determined she was sore and that perhaps she was too 
young to reach a climax.

Jake knew that he was likely to end up in jail for the 
rest of his life, if Meg told her mom what happened, 
but then he drove her back to her house and removed her 
bike, but first wiped his prints from the frame where 
he had picked it up. Thinking to himself, hell, that 
isn't necessary, as my sperm is still up inside the 
tiny little sex between the pixie looking girl's legs.

Megan understood what had happened, and she knew that 
she must never tell her mom, or anyone else. Her tiny 
sex was sore and she understood about the loss of her 
virginity, and wondered how she would look to her 
friends, and if they could tell she had sex?

Two days later, Clint came to visit her, and when he 
asked her to let him see her without her panties, she 
told him he needed to undress along with her. Once they 
were both undressed, Meg found it necessary too led the 
way in getting him in her body. However, after the 
first time, Clint found his summer was full of 
delightful sex with his young neighbor. 

For two years they enjoyed the act of sex together. One 
day as they were having sex, Meg started her periods, 
and when Clint saw the blood on his erection, he 
assumed he had just gotten her virginity. Finally Megan 
got the real meaning of what was happening to him.

Megan knew that she was now able to have children and 
that sex would have to wait until she could learn how 
not to get pregnant. One day in school, that fall, she 
was speaking to the school nurse, and she was given 
condoms. From that time on, she enjoyed sex with Clint, 
but also with several other boys.

For Jake, the experience had him nervous for several 
days, then he realized that he had gotten a gift that 
other men would have given an arm for, to have gotten 
the virginity of an eleven-year-old girl who led the 
way for both of them.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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