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   Daren Peters new story: LIVING LOWER CLASS Mgg
   My new apartment was in a large lower middle class part of town.  I'd
chosen a 3 bedroom flat, having to lie about family coming to stay for the
summer.  The single bedroom flats had no children running around them. 
Where I was, they were everywhere.
   By the afternoon of my move in day, I had my blow up mattress in clear
sight of my sliding glass doors which were just off the swing set in the
playground.  It took only a few minutes before 3 little girls were watching
me bounce up and
   down on it.  "Do you have kids?" one asked through the open door.
   I smiled nicely and said that they weren't here yet but would be coming
soon.  What she didn't understand was that she and her friend would be the
ones "cumming".  "Do you want to jump on my mattress?" I asked as I
continued to bounce on it.  I had on nylon running shorts and a sleeveless
t-shirt.  Without any underwear on, I was carefully allowing them to see my
cut 5" penis.
   The first girl said her name was Gloria.  She appeared to be the perfect
age of 5.  She had on a scruffy looking jumper about 2 sizes to large, no
blouse under it which allowed an unfettered view of her perfectly flat
undeveloped chest, and white cotton panties that bagged down behind.  I had
no doubt that she must have a sister several years older who provided the
hand me downs.  Her dirty blond hair might have been brighter had it been
clean but she had a pleasant face and quick smile even though she was
obviously living a depressed lifestyle, which was exactly what I wanted. 
Marcia was the prettiest of the three, thin face and frame, pencil thin
legs that seemed to be too long for her small body.  About the same age as
Gloria, she had on a pair of red shorts that barely covered her tiny little
bottom which was partially visible through the worn out fabric and a dirty
white t-shirt that may have belonged to a daddy.
   I judged these might be her favorite shorts and that she may have had
them for a year or more.  More desperation.  I loved it.
   The best dressed and oldest of the three was Janice.  A blue eyed blond,
this one was going to be a doll.  A doll - something you undress and play
with, which was exactly what I had on my wildly perverted mind.  Wearing a
denim mini skirt only a size or two too large, she had a buttoned
transparent blouse with a tear under her right arm.  At about 10, she had
just begun to get her tiny tit buds which were clearly visible through the
thin fabric.  I love tit buds.  Her areolas were pale and small, the tiny
nipple barely protruding.  I'd soon learn that they extended nicely when
she became aroused.
   First day and three little virgins came bouncing in the room to play on
the spider's trap.  I had done my homework well, planned all the moves, now
it was time to begin the work to make it pay off.
   "You can jump on it if you want," I said, urging them into the ground
floor apartment.  With no hesitation, in they came, bounding merrily on the
purposely bought mattress.  I instantly saw that Janice wore no panties as
her sweet little slit came into full view as she bounced in front of me.  I
thought it strange that even a poor little girl like her wasn't wearing
panties.
   They were in, that was the first step, now I had to start conditioning.
You may have read some stories about instant sex with children, but it
doesn't happen that way unless you are a child rapist.  I am a child
seducer.  The difference is salesmanship.  There I sat next to the three,
watching them bounce, getting a very nice boner as I caught quick glimpses
of Janice's tiny slit, watched the baggy cotton panties on Gloria, and
wondered if Marcia was wearing panties or not.  Time for the next move.
   "Would you girls like something to eat?  I have hot dogs." It was like I
had offered a full course meal.  They were hungry.  In an instant we were
in the kitchen, well away from any possible prying eyes from the playground
- although I hadn't seen a single adult around at all.
   "There's the `frig, help yourself" I said as I eased down onto the
floor, giving them the freedom to do as they wished.  It also gave me a
better view of what I wanted.  My back leaned on the counter between the
sink and the stove, two places they would have to go.  Watching Janice
swing her tiny 10 year old hips around started me wondering if she had any
experience.  My stiff cock was barely sticking its perverted head out from
my right short's leg.  I wanted the children to get a full view.  I kept my
seat as I instructed Janice where I kept my pots and watched her bend over
from the waist to get one out of the low cabinet.
   Her little skirt hiked up for me to get a good view of her upper legs
and just a taste of her round little buttocks.  I could barely see the
lower beginnings of her butt crack.  As she stood and moved to the sink,
   I reached up my left hand and put it flat on her bare bottom beneath her
skirt, saying "Just fill the pot about half way with water." Anything to
distract her to the presence of my hand.  She didn't flinch so I kept it
there, kneading slightly, wondering what her reaction would be.  I got none
so I kept it up.  She moved past me, stepping over me, to get to the stove.
As she did, I lifted her short skirt for a full view of her vagina.  I
thought I caught a passing odor of sex from her, but maybe it was just my
imagination or yearnings.
   Now that she was on that side of me, it was easy to reach around in
front of her and touch her slit.  I'd gotten no resistance from her bottom,
and surprisingly, got none from her little tiny twat either.  Seeing her
tiny nipples suddenly extend gave me a raging hard on that protruded a good
2 inches beneath my shorts leg.
   "I see you dickie" chimed in little Gloria, she giggled and hid her face
behind her little hands.
   "Yes, you do," I said smiling.  "Do you get to see your daddy's dicke,
too?"
   She looked puzzled.  "I don't have a daddy, But I have a lot of uncles
that come visit.  I see them all the time.  Some of them let me play with
them.  Can I touch yours, too?"
   CONTINUED in part 2 Read more stories by Daren Peters