Chapter Five

Another Outing to the Mall

"Here," Aspen's mother said, "try this on." She handed a pleated red-plaid miniskirt to her daughter.

Aspen had picked out the skirt at a rummage sale, but only after her mom promised that she would use her skills with a needle to make it better.

By "better," Aspen's mother knew, she really meant, "shorter."

The first problem was that the skirt was for a girl who was a little older than Aspen, so her mother had to take in the waist a bit. But not too much. A schoolgirl skirt always looks better when it hangs low on the hips, especially for a girl like Aspen, who at nine years old still had the narrow hips of child. If men like looking at a girl her age, may as well give them what they want, right? May as well emphasize those parts that cause them to find a nine year old attractive.

So she took the waist in, but only a little bit.

Once she'd finished that task, she held the skirt up to Aspen to judge the proper length. Mom and daughter had a bit of a debate; Aspen pointed to a spot just a couple inches below her hip.

"Right here, Mama," she said.

Her mother laughed. "Sweetie, if we cut it that short, your panties will show."

"But I'm not gonna wear panties! I like going without panties!"

It's true, the girl definitely did like going out without any panties on. But... "That wouldn't quite work in this case," her mother pointed out. "This isn't like the shorts. Your pussy would show, if I cut them that short and you didn't wear any panties."

"But..." Aspen looked down, surmising the situation as best her nine year old mind could do. "Well, I don't care if my pussy shows. People like to see my pussy." By "people," she mostly meant John, but she didn't tell her mother that.

Her mom laughed again, but gently, kindly. "I don't care if your pussy shows, either, sweetie," she said, quite honestly. She really didn't care. "But I'm afraid they're not going to let you walk around the mall like that."

Aspen made a pouty face. She knew her mom was right.

"Besides," her mother continued, drawing on her own experience as a young girl, not to mention a grown woman, who wants to turn men on, "what's really fun is teasing. Make people think they might get to see something, but don't really show it."

"I don't like teasing," the nine year old girl defiantly replied. "I don't think teasing is fun." She's never teased John, not even once, and she didn't think he'd like it if she did.

Aspen's mother was once again amazed at the precociousness of her little daughter. What kind of nine year old prefers showing to teasing? "Well," she sighed, "nevertheless..."

"I know, Mama," Aspen said. "They won't let me in the mall if my pussy is showing."

"I'm afraid that's true," her mother said.

"Just make it as short as possible," Aspen relented with a long, disappointed sigh.

"I will!" her mom said, trying to make her daughter happy again. "I promise!"

With a deft series of snips from her scissors, and a quick couple of passes around the hem with her needle, what had once been a perfectly modest knee-length schoolgirl skirt was now entirely immodest. Aspen was beaming as mom handed the newly-minted skirt to her and she tried it on, looking at her reflection in the mirror, turning to look at her backside. The skirt showed off her skinny legs all the way up until it came tantalizingly close to showing the crotch of her panties. Or, at least, it would have came close to showing her panties, if Aspen had any panties on.

"It's perfect, Mama!" She said, making a little "Betty Boop" pose and lifting the skirt to show her bare butt. "People are going to love it!"

Yes, her mother knew, people are going to love it. Especially horny old men.

For the top, they picked out a white button-up blouse, but Aspen didn't want to button it. Instead, she tied the sides in a knot, high on her chest. As with the crop top she wore the last time they'd played "sexy dress-up" at the mall, this arrangement of her shirt had the tantalizing effect of almost, but just not quite, showing her nipples. And, were she to lean over, the sides would fall away from her chest and if your angle was just right, you'd get the longed-for glimpse of her sweet little pink nine year old flesh.

White ankle socks and black leather pumps completed the outfit. Her mom stepped back and admired her for a moment.

"Perfect!" she declared. "You look just like a schoolgirl stripper!"

Aspen giggled, then began a sultry little dance in front of the mirror. Her mother couldn't help wondering how the girl had learned her stripper moves. I might have to check my browser history, she laughed to herself. But oh my god, the men are going to love this.

"Let's go to the mall now, Mama!" Aspen said, once she'd practiced her moves a bit. She was excited to show her new outfit off!

"Yes, let's!" her mom responded, with equal excitement.

Aspen hoped the man who bought her cotton-candy the last time would be at the mall again today, but she didn't see him. Regardless, so long as her mother stayed far enough away, lots of men came up and talked to her. Aspen smiled at them, each and every one of them, and at the same time tried out her sultry moves, swinging her hips a little. It was a fascinating juxtaposition of an innocent nine year old, appearing to be unaware of what a man's intentions are, and a slutty little schoolgirl stripper.

It was inevitable that at some point a man would offer to buy her something, and eventually a nervous-looking man, whose eyes only left Aspen's body long enough to flit nervously around the room to see if her parents might be nearby, asked her if she would like some ice cream.

Aspen's mother did not like the look of this man much. He was no "kindly grandfather" type, like the man the last time. That's for damned sure. This man was agitated, looking furtively around while Aspen stood up on her tip-toes to tell the person working the counter at the ice cream store that she wanted "two scoops of vanilla in a sugar cone, please, thank you!" then holding tight to her hand and practically dragging her to a solitary table in a secluded area surrounded by a large screen of indoor plants. Her mother wondered if he was a criminal. She wondered if he'd already done time for rape. He sure looked the part. She found a table of her own, on the other side of the screen of plants, and tried to casually observe the two of them without being obvious about it.

Aspen, for her part, was her usual trusting self, licking her cone and giggling occasionally at what the man was saying to her. Aspen's mother couldn't tell what he was saying, she was too far away to hear, but she could guess, from Aspen's giggles. He was telling her how pretty she was, and how much he liked her.

The man's eyes kept scanning the room nervously, but eventually he worked up the nerve to put his hand underneath the table and on the little nine year old's knee. Aspen's mother had to smile to herself when she saw her daughter spread her legs just slightly in response, an unmistakable, but, at least her mother hoped, unintentional, signal that he was welcome to move his fingers further up.

Her mother wondered if the man was aware that the girl was pantiless. He would find out soon enough, she thought, if I don't bring an end to this.

Aspen was used to being touched by now. John had taught her that it was okay to let men touch her. And it felt nice to have this man touching her. It made her feel excited. But as she felt the man's fingers tickling the inside of her leg, sliding up her skirt while they did, she felt a little nervous. It was okay for John to touch her, because John is her friend--even maybe her boyfriend! But this man was a stranger. What would John think of a stranger touching her like this? She wondered if John would be mad.

Aspen mother had seen enough, but she didn't want to scare the man too terribly, so she stood up and walked casually away, then turned back when she was almost entirely out of sight of her daughter and the paramour, and started heading back in their direction. She was acting breezy, as if she were completely unaware of what was going on behind that screen of plants.

While the man's hand slid further up her leg, Aspen wondered what else the man wanted to do. Would he want her to give him a blow job? John definitely would, if he was with her right now!

Aspen knew she was getting good at giving blow jobs, she'd given John lots of blow jobs by now, and she sort of wanted to show off her skill. Would the stranger think she was good? Would he want to cum in her mouth, like John does? She'd gotten used to the taste of cum by now, and she could get it all in her mouth and swallow it. Maybe the man will ask her to go out to his car, so she can give him a blow job? Would she actually do that? Would John be mad if she did? And what about her mom, would she let her go with him? She looked around the room to see what her mom was doing, and just as the man's fingers found Aspen's little pussy, she realized that her mom wasn't there. That made her feel extra nervous.

"You're a sweet little girl, aren't you?" the man said in a raspy whisper. He slid a finger along her slit. "Where are your panties, little girl?"

Aspen nodded and tried to smile at him. Her heart was starting to pound, because she was excited and nervous and scared, all at the same time. "I donna wear any," she answered, stumbling on her words.

"A little girl with no panties," he said, as if to himself. She felt the man push his finger in, just like John likes to do, and she gasped. "Do you like to fuck, little girl?"

"Fuck?" Aspen said. Now she was really scared. The stranger didn't want a blow job, he wanted to fuck! Suddenly she didn't like this stranger nearly as much as she liked the cotton candy man. Cotton candy man never would have talked to her like this.

"That's right," the man rasped. "Fuck!" And he pushed his finger into the hole in her cherry and it hurt! "Do you want to fuck?"

"I..." Aspen stammered.

But right then, she heard her mom say, "Oh, there you are, sweetie," waving to her.

In a heartbeat, the man's finger was out of her pussy and his hand was out of her skirt. He stood up and said, loud enough for Aspen's mother to hear, "thank you for a nice chat. I hope you like the ice cream." And he hurried away.

All the way on the ride home, Aspen was thinking about the man, about how scary it was when he talked about fucking her, but also how exciting it was. She loved having his hand on her pussy and his finger in her slit, even if it hurt when he pushed in. And maybe she didn't want to fuck him, but she would have given him a blow job, if he wanted one. She would have gladly given him a blow job. So poor Aspen was feeling a bit disappointed and frustrated. What she really wanted right then was to be touched some more. That's when she realized that what she really wanted was to go over to John's, just as soon as they got home, so that she could show him her new outfit. She knew he would touch her, lots! He always does!

So when they got home, Aspen said,

"I'm gonna go show my new outfit to John."

Her mother laughed. "I bet he'd like it!" she said. "But maybe he's busy? It seems like you've been bothering him a lot lately."

"John's never too busy for me," Aspen said, defiant again. "And I don't bother him. He likes me. We're friends!"

Her mother laughed again. "You're probably right," she said. It did seem like John always had time for Aspen. That made her mom happy, it was like he was filling in for her absent father. But her mother was also pretty sure his intentions toward her daughter weren't entirely fatherly.

But, he's so good to Aspen, her mother figured. He's definitely earned this little treat. "Okay then, let's go over and show him."

"You don't have to come, Mama," Aspen said.

"You don't want me to come?" Her mother wasn't exactly surprised, but she wasn't sure she should let her daughter go over to their neighbor's by herself in nothing more than a little stripper outfit.

Aspen wasn't a very good liar, but she knew she couldn't tell her mom the truth. She couldn't tell her that she was hoping that John would touch her, all over, and then have her give him a blow job. And that she wanted to do it, that giving John a blow job was exactly what she wanted to do right then. So all she could do, was do her best to convince her mom to stay home.

"But Mama," she said, "you're not going to want to stay very long."

Her mom gave her a skeptical look. "And you're going to want to stay longer?"

Aspen nodded. She couldn't think of anything more to say.

"Aspen, honey," her mom said, "is there anything you want to tell me about John? About you and John?"

Aspen was feeling very nervous about all this. "No," was all she said.

Her mom looked at her with a very serious expression. Then she sighed. She didn't want to keep Aspen away from John. He was too good for her. "Okay, dear," she relented, "run across and show him your new outfit. But be careful, you look so cute he might want to touch you like the man at the mall was doing."

"I like being touched," Aspen said. "It feels nice."

Her mom took a deep breath, but not without a smile. It looks like I'm raising a little slut! she thought. "Just don't let him do anything you don't want, okay?"

"I won't, Mama!"

"You'll tell me if he does anything?"

"Yes, Mama," Aspen said with an exasperated sigh, sounding more like a teenager annoyed at her mom, than like a nine year old.

Her mom sighed, too. Aspen is growing up quick, that's for sure.

Chapter Six

Little Sapling, Schoolgirl Stripper

Aspen stood in front of John as he sat on his couch in his living room, looking at her. She liked the way he was looking at her. It made her feel flush, and excited, the way he was looking. She had one foot on top of the other; she wanted to dance for him--she wanted to do a stripper dance!--but right now she was feeling a little shy, so she just stood with one little black leather schoolgirl pump on top of the other.

"I saw your little outfit when you and your mom pulled up," he said. "I was hoping you would come over, so I could see it better."

"I wanted to show you!" Aspen said. "Mama wanted to come, too, but I told her 'no.'"

"You did?" John said, sounding surprised, and a little pleased. "And she was okay with that?"

"Not at first," Aspen answered. "She said you'd want to touch me--" This made the little girl giggle, because of course he'd want to touch her! Duh!"--like the man at the mall."

"A man at the mall wanted to touch you?" he asked.

Aspen nodded. She was worried that John would be mad if she told him what happened, if she told him that she let a man put his hand up her skirt. But she decided she should tell him the truth, anyway. She thought maybe John would be even angrier if she didn't tell the truth. "He bought me ice cream, and when we were talking, he put his hand up my skirt."

"He did? Really??"

Aspen gave John a worried look. "Don't be mad!"

"I'm not mad, Aspen," her neighbor said. "I think that's really hot."

"Hot?"

"Yeah, you know, sexy."

"Oh!" Aspen was surprised, and relieved.

"What did he do then? What else?"

"He put his finger in my pussy," Aspen told her neighbor. "He said he wanted to fuck me."

"Whoa! And your mom was okay with all this?"

"No. She interrupted us, and he ran away."

"Oh, okay. That's good, I guess."

"Yeah," Aspen said. "I didn't want to fuck him."

"No? Why not?"

Aspen was confused about why John would ask that. She was sure he would be happy that she didn't want to fuck him! "Because..." she said, stalling, stammering, unsure what else to say, because she was afraid to tell the truth. Because the truth is that while she was really scared when the man said he wanted to fuck her, she was really excited, too.

John didn't wait for her to say anything more. Instead, he said, "But you did like it when he had his finger in your pussy."

The little girl nodded, even more worried that John was mad now. "It felt nice?" she said, her voice cracking with nervousness. "Except when he tried to push it in, then it hurt."

John looked thoughtful, and nodded. "I'm glad you didn't fuck him," he said.

That made Aspen feel a little better, so she decided that she should tell her neighbor at least a little bit of the truth about how she felt. "It was scary, when he said he wanted to fuck me, but if he said he wanted a blow job, I might have done that." Now she was worried that John might be mad about that.

"Why was it scary?" he asked her.

"Because..." she said, trying to answer him as best she could. "Because he was hurting me, with his finger? He didn't seem like a very nice man."

John nodded again. "But you would have given him a blow job, anyway?"

"Maybe?" she answered. "At least that wouldn't hurt."

"And, you want to give blow jobs to other men?"

Aspen hadn't ever thought about giving other men blow jobs before, not until this man at the mall. And she was worried John would be mad if she said "yes." So instead she said, "I don't know. I guess so?"

"Well," John said, giving her a smile. Aspen was happy to see him smile! "I like the idea."

"You do?" Aspen was surprised to hear her neighbor say that.

"Yeah. I think it's hot. I mean, sexy."

Aspen gave a nervous giggle.

"I could invite some of my friends over sometimes," John said. "You could give them blow jobs. They'd like that."

Aspen was really surprised! She was even a little shocked that John would suggest that.

"Do you want me to?" she asked him.

"Sure, it'd be fun," he answered. "Don't you think?"

"Um..." the nine year old hesitated.

"I've told them about you," he said, "and they all think you're really hot."

Now that made Aspen feel proud. John tells his friends about me!

Suddenly she felt very excited. "It does sound like fun!" she said.

John grinned. "It does! But for now, maybe you better practice."

Aspen giggled. "I don't need practice! You always say I'm good at it!"

"You are good at it, but you still need to practice." He started unbuckling his pants. "Now, let's get going. Time for you to be a cocksucker again."

"Okayyy..." Aspen said. "But I wanna do a strip dance for you. That's why I came over, to do a strip dance!"

John got a big smile, then sat back on the couch and put his hands behind his head, and he nodded his agreement. So Aspen started dancing, trying to be as sexy a stripper for him as she could be. She started untying the knot of her shirt while she danced.

John obviously liked this! He was grinning while he watched her, and it made Aspen feel really sexy, to have him watch her while she pretended to be a stripper. She wished that John's friends were there, too, so that they could watch. Or even the man from the mall today! She knew he would like to watch her strip, and as long as John there, the man wouldn't try to do anything nasty or scary, like fucking her. Aspen felt safe with John, and she would be willing to be with any man in the world, so long as her neighbor was there, too.

After she got her blouse off, she danced topless in front of John for a little bit, then turned around and lifted her skirt--"Betty Boop" style again!--so that he could see her bare butt. By the time she turned back around, he had his pants off and his big erection in his hands and he was rubbing himself while he watched her dance. She shimmied the skirt down off her hips and let it fall to the floor, and now Aspen was naked except for her shoes and socks. She danced for him some more, and then John stood up and walked over to her. Aspen knew just what he wanted wanted her to do, so she got down on her knees, still wearing her socks and shoes, looked up at him, and opened her mouth. Wide.

When John slid his cock into her mouth, he let out a long low moan, like he always does. It made Aspen happy to hear him moan. It made her happy that she could make a grownup man moan like that! Then he put his hands on top of her head and started pumping his hips, sliding his cock in her mouth, and she reached her hands up and started rubbing him.

Aspen liked John a lot, and she liked sucking his cock a lot, too. So that's why she felt a little guilty, when she started imagining that John was actually the man from the mall, and that John's cock was actually the man from the mall's cock. And she felt really guilty when it made her excited to pretend that she was sucking another man's cock. In fact, Aspen was so excited that she reached a hand down and started touching her pussy and pretended that it was the other man touching her. She even slipped her finger into the little hole in her cherry, and she pushed it in further than she ever had before, and it hurt but she didn't care. She pretended that her finger was the stranger's cock, and that he was fucking her.

She liked John a lot, but he never said he wanted to fuck her like the man at then mall did. She knew she was just a little girl, and that's probably why John didn't want to fuck her. She was just a little cherry girl, and even though John was nice about it, he didn't want to fuck a little girl with a cherry. But the man at the mall did! He wanted to fuck her even though he knew she had a cherry, and that made Aspen so excited. She imagined that she went back to the mall and found the man and told him that she wanted him to fuck her. And thinking about that made Aspen start to cum. While she rubbed and sucked John's cock, and pushed her finger into her pussy, she started shaking and cumming. It must have turned John on a lot, to have her cumming while she sucked him, because he was holding her head tight and sliding his cock in and out really fast, and then he started spurting. Aspen pretended that it was the man from the mall, spurting his cum, and she pretended that he wasn't squirting it in her mouth, but instead, he was squirting it in her pussy, and that made her even more excited and made her cum even more, thinking about the man from the mall fucking her and spurting his cum into her pussy.

When they were both done cumming, and Aspen had swallowed all the cum, John knelt down and kissed her and told her how sexy she was.

"Aspen, you're the sexiest girl I have ever known," he said.

Aspen smiled at him, even though she felt really guilty now, because she'd thought about the other man the whole time.

Then John started touching her. He reached his hand down between her legs and pushed his finger into her pussy, and Aspen gasped from the pain of it, because he pushed into her so hard and deep. But she was glad that he was touching her. She loves it when he touches her, and she didn't mind the pain. She felt like she deserved it.

While he pushed his finger in her, further than he ever had, further even than the man at the mall, he put his other hand in the middle of her skinny chest and pushed her back. Aspen didn't understand what he was trying to do, but he was so much stronger than her that she just fell backwards into the floor, with John now on his knees above her. While she fell, his finger came out of her pussy, and he wrapped both hands under her knees and lifted her legs up into the air.

The next thing little Aspen knew, John was leaning over and he had his face right in her pussy. John was kissing her pussy! Aspen was so excited to have a man kiss her down there that it made her shiver, and he licked all up and down her slit and then licked her clitty, and that was way more than little Aspen could take! The nine year old started cumming again, shaking and moaning, and cumming. She gasped, and moaned, and while the little girl came, her neighbor just kept licking her clitty, his tongue all warm and slippery and lapping up and down over her little button, and Aspen squirmed and squirmed until she started giggling because it tickled so much!

When John finally stopped licking her and sat up on his knees, the little nine year old was all red in the face and smiling so big. It felt so good! And she was so happy, because she wasn't thinking about the man at the mall anymore. She was just thinking about John, and how he was her boyfriend, and how he made her feel so good!

As he sat up on his knees in between her open legs, Aspen saw that John had a big erection again. He wrapped a hand around his cock, and Aspen was so excited, because she knew that meant he was going to squirt his grownup cream on her chest and her belly, and she wanted him to do that so badly! She loved how warm and gooey his cum is, and she wanted to rub it all over her nipples while he watched, because she knew that he likes to watch her do that and she likes to do all the things that he likes, because she's his girlfriend and that's what girlfriends do!

But John wasn't masturbating. He wasn't rubbing his cock. He was just holding it tight in his hand, and he was looking down at her, all serious-like, and then he leaned over her, holding himself above her with one hand and gripping his cock with the other.

Leaning over little Aspen, her neighbor kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and then Aspen felt his cock, down between her legs and up against her pussy.

And that's when Aspen, sweet precious nine year old Aspen, such a tiny little thing underneath her big strong neighbor, her big strong boyfriend, that's when she realized what John was going to do.

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For the next part in Aspen's adventures, head to Part 4.

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