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Moving through the ranks from as young as eight years old, some girls come better equipped than others. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast) *** Jacynta? pretty name, reminds me of a fairy for some reason. Not that I have been privy to that many fairies over the years, least not those with shimmery wings and a bra-full of fairy dust. Jacynta Thomas was no fairy but probably the next best thing – a Brownie. Now I know one is not supposed to think of a ten-year old girl in any sexual sense. But hey, when you open your front door and find yourself face to face with maybe four foot ten of cute blonde innocence standing on your porch shuffling about nervously, hands behind her in close proximity to rearward curves that you would give both your Rolex and BMW drop-top to have seated on your lap for the duration of "So you think you can dance?" What the hell are you supposed to be thinking about? "Hi, I'm Jacynta," she enunciated breathlessly. "Are there any household jobs I could do for you?" The cute brown uniform with gold edging highlighted her youthful appeal. She had a small name badge pinned at the precise spot on her chest, where the gentlest of swellings suggested that Mother Nature was about to take up her case big-time. Casting my mind into hyper-drive, I stood there thinking desperately what I could find that might take the girl at least a month to finish. "Who's at the door?' My wife called from the recesses of the kitchen, "Just a fairy... I mean a Brownie hun," I called out to her. When I looked back at Jacynta, she was giggling quietly. "Sorry sweetheart," I apologised, "I'm for ever getting fairies and brownies confused." My words of explanation did little to restrict her mirth. I was still racking my brain in desperation, when my wife put in an appearance. "Well she COULD start by hanging out the washing I guess," Cathy volunteered, glancing across at the doorway. "Sure," said the girl, "I'd be happy too." Cathy took her out the back and through to the laundry. Moments later she was beside me again. "Pretty little thing isn't she?" she muttered, looking out the window. "Hadn't really noticed," I replied, managing to keep a straight face somehow. "Yeah right," she grinned, "That's why your eyes are glued to her backside, watching her peg stuff out? God, you men are all the same! She returned to her kitchen duties. My wife's observation of course had been spot-on! Watching that shapely little bottom jiggling about, the material of her dress riding up her hips slightly as she reached up on tip-toes with another peg, was exquisite torture. Fate obviously wanted me dead I decided, when a moment later she bent over to retrieve the next item from the wash-basket. Presented momentarily was the mother of all rear up-skirt vistas, topped off by a witheringly hot flash of the girl's light-green knickers, I felt a sudden 'solidarity' shall we say, in a fully inappropriate area. Jacynta finished her outdoor task in a few minutes and stood before me once more. "Anything more I can do?" she asked in wide-eyed innocence. How close I came to suggesting she go clean my car in just her panties.... full wax and polish! "Do we have something else for her to do hun?" I called out to Cathy. "I guess she could clean up the spare room – it's a mess," came the reply. "Cool," I thought, at least that's a good excuse to get her upstairs in a more "accommodating" part of the house as it were! Leading her up the flight of stairs, after all there was no way I could get her to walk ahead of me, I entered the guest room. Cathy was right – it really was a mess. Clothes, suitcases and all manner of junk lay on the un-made bed. Several half-open boxes were strewn across the floor and the mantel looked to be thick with dust. "You've got yourself a challenge there kid," I told her. "Hang whatever clothes you come across in the walk-in robe over there." I indicated the far wall. "The boxes can all go in there too.... smaller stuff just shove under the twin. Then make the bed, give the room a dust and I'd say you're done sweetie." Nothing fazed this girl. "Ok," she beamed, "I can do that!" Feeling vaguely 'dismissed,' I could hardly demand to stay and watch her performance, hoping naturally for some gratuitous up-skirt replays. Regretfully, I made my way downstairs. Barely five minutes later, Cathy announced she was going to her a friend's place. "Can I trust you to be alone with her?" she teased, picking her keys off the rack. "C'mon hun," I handed her a pained expression. "She's just TEN years old!" "Yeah, that's what worries me," she laughed, heading to the front door. Remembering suddenly I had no cash on me, I called out to her. "Oh, Cathy, do you have a few bucks I can give the girl when she's finished?" My wife fussed around in her clutch-bag for a few moments. "Just give her this twenty – she'll have earned it by the time she's finished upstairs." So saying, she pulled a bill from her wallet and placed it in the bowl of loose change we keep on the small bookcase. Walking to the den that I used as an office, I sat down at the computer. My mind was set to roam...not anywhere it had any rights to be, admittedly. Hitting the 'sleep' button I headed back upstairs. Still in the process of stowing all those boxes, she emerged from the walk-in. "Ohh you startled me," she giggled. Her hand strayed to her chest as she spoke. If only mine could have followed its lead, I was thinking. "Would you like a drink sweetie?" I asked. "Doing all that hard work and all." "Umm, do you have any Coke or Sprite?" she said, those blue eyes of hers all but freeing-up the Neanderthal urges I was striving to control. "We have both," I replied. She pondered her options momentarily. "Could I have a Sprite then please?' "Sure," I answered, turning on my heel and retracing my steps to the refrigerator. "For God's sake, get a grip Matthew," I muttered, retrieving a can of Sprite from the shelf. "Here," I said, handing it to her across the threshold, "Just come down when you've finished love." Bequeathing me a breezy "Thanks," she took the drink then sat down on the edge of the bed to make a start on it. I didn't figure this was really the time to pursue any further conversation, so I headed back to my computer where a couple of client-based projects awaited my further involvement. For a while I was absorbed in algorithms and html coding. Distracted suddenly by the sound of that fourth stair from the bottom, creaking as it always does, I realized that Jacynta must have finished and was back downstairs. Crossing the hallway, I could see her across the far side of the lounge. She spun around as I walked into the room. "Ohh, I didn't hear you come in." She looked worried almost! "You finished upstairs?" I asked. "Yep," she replied quietly, "I er, have to go now." "Of course sweetie," I told her. "Let's just see what sort of a job you did upstairs first huh?" She seemed reluctant to move initially. A couple of moments later I could see why. Even at the distance I was, I could make out quite clearly that our coin-bowl was missing a recent donation – a certain twenty-dollar bill to be precise. I decided on a course of non- disclosure for the moment, whilst I figured out my options – and hers! This time I was able to propel her ahead of me as we ascended the stairs and without placing too much emphasis on detail, let us just say the view was quite spectacular. She may have been a thief, but damn, she could clean a room up. "That's quite an improvement Jacynta," I muttered, "You really did a great job here." "Thanks," she answered, quite obviously keen to limit the conversation. "I really should be going now," she added, turning towards me. "Yeah, I guess you do have a few things to pick-up at the Mall with that twenty dollar bill. Don't let me keep you sweetheart." Her face turned ashen. "W-what twenty dollars?" she asked. "The one you have there in that zipped-up pocket of your dress sweetheart, the bill you took from just near the front door.... remember?" "I did NOT," she glared at me. "Ok, show me what's inside that pocket then. If I'm wrong it won't be there will it?" I stood there calmly, watching her wriggle uncomfortably. "You can't MAKE me empty my pockets," she insisted, "and besides, I'll scream if you come near me." "I don't HAVE to Jacynta," I told her, "Unfortunately for you, we have security cameras installed downstairs – I WATCHED you take it." It was a bluff I figured she wouldn't try calling – not at ten years old. How wrong can you be? "I don't believe you," she smiled cheesily, and anyway, "I didn't take your stupid money." She had her hands clasped behind her as she spoke, which merely had the effect of better delineating those sexy little mounds. I had to think quickly. Making no reply I simply stepped out of the room and picked up the hands-free on the small table. I made like I was calling someone. "Who are you ringing?" she asked cautiously. "Well who do you think Jacynta?" I responded. "The Police quite obviously. YOU might not be too interested in our home movies but I'm pretty sure they will be most attentive when it comes to watching your performance just now." I deliberately turned away from her. "No PLEASE...wait." she cried out. I turned back to her, still holding the handset to my ear. "You can't call the Police.... please," the tears kicked-in right on time, probably genuine too! "My dad would kill me," she sniffled. Hesitating a moment, I returned the handset to its cradle. "Here, I'll give it back," she offered. "Please don't tell anyone. I would be kicked out of the Brownies immediately." She began unzipping the pocket and reaching inside for the bill, offered it to me." For a moment I wondered just how much money she had gotten away with the last year or so. It may well have been quite a nice little earner for her. There were however other options I needed to be thinking about. "Jacynta," I said, frowning at her big time. "You're missing the point here. Handing me the money back doesn't fix the problem. You STOLE it. That makes you a thief.... you understand that?" She inclined her head, as fresh tears cascaded down her pretty cheeks. "You want a free ride outta here right?" Again she nodded. "Well then sweetheart, if you expect something from me, you're gonna have to give something back – other than that twenty dollar bill." I could see a puzzled expression flitting across her face. "I don't understand," she replied. "What do I have to give you?" "Well I was sortaa hoping you might give me a look up that cute little dress of yours for starters missy." Her cry of shocked indignation preceded her attempts to flounce past me. "You're disgusting," she yelled, "I'm not letting you see up my dress...and let me go - NOW." I freed her arm. "Suit yourself," I said quietly, retrieving the hands- free. She got as far as the top stair. "Noo," she yelped. "Please don't call them." She hung her head momentarily. "Alright, I'll DO what you want," she muttered, beginning to pull her dress up slowly. "No, not like that," I said to her. "Go and sit on the edge of the bed please." She did as she was told. "Now, part your legs for me Jacynta," I instructed. Watching as the up-skirt view changed from 'interesting' to 'diabolically arousing,' I found it hard to conceive such good fortune could befall me in so short a time, that a ten-year old girl would be sitting on a bed in our guest room, spreading her legs and exposing her panties to my unhindered gaze. "Pull your dress right up to your hips sweetie," I said, "I want to see all of your panties." I could be wrong, but it seemed to me she wasn't all that reluctant as she wriggled that gold-edged hem higher, until the material was bunched up at her waist. Certainly she kept those slim legs of hers at a commendably acute angle. Words cannot do full justice to the moment. Walking towards her I knelt on the floor, not three feet from her parted young thighs. I could see clearly that sexy indentation between her legs. Never has a pair of light green knickers been displayed to better advantage. Whether she was wriggling her hips slightly for effect or just out of discomfort I couldn't say. I raised my hand between her legs. "What are you DOING?' she half spluttered, closing her legs up. "I let you see up my dress, let me go now." "I said if you remember Jacynta, that I wanted you to spread your legs for me – "just for STARTERS." Now, are we going to keep up this charade where you refuse to do what I ask you - then I pick up the phone....or can we just get this over with sensibly and quickly? Your call sweetie. She pouted, glared and frowned delightfully, then slowly parted her legs once more. Kneeling there I could barely believe this was happening. Reaching forward, my fingers lightly caressed the front of her panties. There was an understandable sharp intake of breath on her part, but to her credit, she kept those legs well apart. I allowed my finger to trace the full extent of her vagina, just lightly mind. For several moments I kept stroking her like that, invoking between my own legs total anarchy. "I want you to lie on the bed now sweetie," I told her. "Face down and with your dress exactly as it is now." The blush that crossed her face was perfect. "That's soo gross! I suppose you're going to pull my panties down and look at my bum?" she almost whimpered. "Or......." she didn't finish the sentence. "Hadn't planned on that eventuality Jacynta," I replied, still wondering what she was meaning by the "or." Surely not what I was thinking?.. a ten-year old? C'mon! Well people I'm here to tell you that incredibly sexy as that little girl's bottom looked, as she stood pegging clothes on the line, once it was presented there on the edge of that bed, barely protected by those wafer-thin panties... the term "majorly arousing" just doesn't cover it. Barely eighteen inches across both cheeks and that stunningly hot cleft quite visible through the soft material, I just laid my hand on her, smoothing my way over both curvy cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs. I wanted to do so much more you can understand. I knew she was breathing heavily, unsure of what I was going to do to her and probably frightened as Hell and yet, she did not seem to find my touch either threatening or vile. More than once I would swear her youthful hips undulated in vague pleasure as I passed my hand across her sexy little posterior. I have a sneaking suspicion that all girls of all ages have a liking for that. Passing up the opportunity to tug those panties down for now, I had her turn around and sit up. I sat myself down right beside her on the coverlet. Allowing her to pull her dress back down, she just looked across at me expectantly. "Can I GO now?" she asked, somewhat hopefully I thought. "Just a few more minutes sweetie," I answered, allowing my right hand to travel the short distance it needed, to enclose that gentle swelling beneath her name tag. Such illicit tactility unavoidably affects the male procreative system. Mine was on red-alert as you can imagine. "The girl squirmed beneath my touch, more so when I transferred my attentions to the other girlish mound- in-progress. Fondling her as she just sat there, I could see the resignation in her face. "What would your wife say if she saw you doing this?" she pouted. A fair question I figured. "She'd probably divorce me Jacynta. Either that or she'd go find a shot-gun." I replied quite honestly. I withdrew my arms. "Now I want you to go over there sweetheart," I pointed to an area of carpet near the walk-in robe, "and take your dress off please." This time the gasp was fully audible. "Oh please don't make me do THAT," she pleaded. "Take the dress off Jacynta," I ordered. You know the alternative. A very brief Mexican standoff ensued – one with an inevitable conclusion of course. The girl got off the bed and crossed the room. Standing there facing me, she unzipped the dress at the side and slowly pulled it over her head. My turn to gasp - HAD I less control. Imagine if you will, the prettiest little moppet stripping for you. Already curvy in all the right places, the less she wore, the older she looked. Cute as that slim body, shoulder-length blonde locks and girlish expression were – it was really the panties and doll-size bra that really did it for me. Standing awkwardly, her hands and arms trying futilely to cover-up, she was a vision of pre-teen desirability. I had her turn around slowly. The view from the rear if anything, topped the frontal aspect. If ever a pair of panties were pleading to be lowered – it was those light green teasers. "Very beautiful Jacynta," I muttered, "Now be a good girl and lose that training bra would you?" "Noo, please" she begged. I got to my feet, "No problem sweetheart, I'll do it for you." More tears but logic won out. Slipping the straps down her arms, she undid the small clasp and wriggled out of it. "Put your arms down," I instructed, "Yeah, just like that. Leave them at your sides please." What can I say? More swollen nipples than anything else, her tiny breasts were visual ecstasy. I could have sat there staring at them until my first pension check. Let's not even get started on that beautiful near-naked body with but a pair of tight, clingy, almost transparent panties offering some token modesty. I had her turn around once more – several times in fact. Indicating that she should then approach me, I wondered if she had noticed my straining erection? As she pulled up at my feet, another light gasp suggested that she had. Placing my arms around her bottom I drew her nearer. She simply stared fascinated as I kissed first her right breast then the left. I would not recommend anyone with a heart condition try this! A young girl's breasts have a very distinctive smell, it is to die for. Add to this their texture and the illicit nature of such an exploratory and you have a recipe for on- site madness. Unable to control my natural urge, I drew down on those still puffy nipples and suckled her stupid. Such resistance as she could muster, including cries of "that is SO disgusting" were not backed-up by her body language. Wriggling her hips and quite perceptibly arching her back merely served to aid my cause. I began nuzzling her and smothering her breasts with kisses. When that inclination ran its course I once again began sucking her gently, even as I slipped my hand inside the rear of her panties, fondling both cheeks and feeling my way progressively down her tight cleft. Whether she was simply resigned to her fate or she actually was enjoying what I was doing to her I couldn't say, but at the point I pulled her backwards on to the bed, laying her down, both legs hanging off the edge, she didn't appear to be resisting at all. Kneeling then on the floor between her legs, I parted them to such an extent that her vulva was straining against the soft material of her panties. Inclining my head, I kissed her defenceless vaginal mound which brought forth multiple gasps and wriggles. I began rubbing her through her panties, quite losing the plot. Maybe she was that hot herself she no longer cared, but at the point I held her panties aside to gaze on that which I had been imagining since first I opened our front door, she made no attempt to cover herself. Obviously puberty had come a'calling early. Although for the most part, smooth in appearance, her vagina still protruded in the manner of a very young girl despite the onset of light blond hairs in places. This confluence of child and young woman was somehow even sexier. Holding her panties wider, unavoidably adding to the wholly indecent aspect of the spreadeagled girl, I could but stare at the hint of pinkish tissue between those moist yet quite chubby lips. Inclining my head, I kissed her flush on that provocative little slit. She reacted as if submitting to electro-shock therapy with a full body spasm and yelp of surprise. Another kiss was needed to steady the ship. This time I heard what surely was a pleasured sigh? Figuring to go for broke, I then slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her panties, tugging them right down and off. She sat up protesting violently and trying to cover her immature breasts and pussy simultaneously, a task quite beyond her meagre resources. "Not all my clothes... I didn't say you can STRIP me." She wailed. I pulled her to her feet. "Walk around the room for me sweetie, let me see how pretty you are naked." Despite her protestations, the poor kid really didn't have much choice. Call it wishful thinking but I really think she was getting-off on parading nude in front of me. It was certainly getting me off! Just watching those partially formed breasts jiggling as she moved, not to mention the sight of her exquisite little bottom in all its curvy perfection, was enough to consign my self-control out the window. "Come here Jacynta," I said. "This is the last thing I will ask you to do." Nervously she approached. I patted the bed beside me. "Lie down here please, face down." "You're not going to rape me are you?" she stammered. "Well quite frankly, I would love to sweetheart," I replied, "But no, I wouldn't do that to a ten-year old – well, unless she asked me to.... ARE you asking me?" I enquired hopefully. "No," she answered, "Of course not." I dragged her unresisting form to the bed and she lay down on the covers as instructed. "Just stay there Jacynta and don't turn around OK?' I told her. "Alright," she whispered. "You're going to jerk-off on me aren't you?" "Maybe," I replied, my zipper already on the descent. Manoeuvering her legs apart once more, I crouched between them. This was not going to be an extended session I well knew. Extricating then an erection I could barely recognise, I began applying some hands-on therapy. I could hear Jacynta's heavy breathing...it matched my own. Whether to aid my cause or simply that she was embarrassed by the whole deal, but she kept wriggling her hips about, the flow-on effect of which was to further add to the provocative tease-factor provided by that sexy little bottom. By judicious realignment of my decadent visuals, I could see quite clearly now the girl's vaginal ingress, barely six inches below the tip of my penile servant. How easy it would have been to forge my way inland, given her tender years and limited physical empowerment. Lowering my left hand I began rubbing her pussy even as I jacked off. Barely had my middle finger separated her labia than I felt the magma rising. Even as the first spurt snaked across her left rear cheek I saw her young body jerk with shocked surprise. "Just lie still." I muttered, jacking furiously and watching as a second sticky salute coated her right cheek and lower back. The sight of my cum glistening across her bottom, extended my orgasmic bliss and I was able to extricate two further 'outtakes' of hot semen. Much like a small boy wishing to hide the evidence of his wrongdoing, I swiftly re-zipped my pants. "Have you finished?" she asked mechanically. I didn't answer her immediately, simply using my fingers to work the sticky gel all over her bum and down her cleft. "Ewww.... totally gross," she whimpered. With my fingers now as sticky as her lower back, I had her turn over...fully oblivious to the mess it would be making of the coverlet. She lay there looking up at me, legs apart slightly, hands above her head. I knelt beside her on the bed. She didn't even question my actions as I placed my fingers on her right nipple and began transferring excess semen to both the breast itself and her embryonic cleavage. Rubbing the remainder into her other breast was definitely worth twenty years in the slammer. With yet some traces of cum remaining, I reached down between her legs and drew my hand slowly across her slit and around her vagina. The area was not without its own moisture I realised. Although she squirmed some at the behest of my fingers, she made no attempt to move my hand, simply lying there, watching my perverted activities. "NOW can I go please?" she asked. "Just one final request sweetie, let me kiss you," I responded. She lay there unmoving, simply meeting my lips with her own. I could never have expected the effect this would have on me. She may have been only ten-years old but did she ever know how to kiss. I was a lost cause. Pulling her upright I just had to suckle those tiny breasts one last time. A sound behind me caused me to turn around. Cathy stood there leaning against the door frame. "I know we're out of milk Matthew," she said, daintily applying nail polish to her little finger, "but couldn't you at least have WAITED until we went to the Mall?" (c) Peter_Pan Please visit "The World of Peter_Pan" http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html "The Best of Peter_Pan" now available in softcover: http://www.lulu.com/content/679070 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53