AUTHOR	Rick In AZ
DATE ADDED	5th January, 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL	rick_in_az@hotmail.com
STORY CODES	M/g, pedo, mast, cum

The light turned red.
I sat there, reflecting on the events of the day. I had seen her in the food court at the mall. I was doing my very last minute Christmas shopping (never one to plan ahead) and had felt the overwhelming need for a cup of coffee and a break from the chaos of the mall. She was obviously there to see Santa Claus.
She was a vision. I would guess her age to be about 7 or 8. Beautiful skin, glorious brunette hair pulled back into pig-tails at either side of her angelic face. She wore a red velvet dress with a white lace collar, little black shoes that matched the ribbons on the dress. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. As I sipped my coffee, she shifted in her chair to whisper something to her mother. As she did the little dress rode up high on her thigh exposing more of that lovely girl-flesh to my view. I felt a twitch in my crotch. Becoming aware of my own staring, I raised my eyes. Looking directly at me was her mother. I just about choked on my coffee....I was busted. I was not prepared at all for what happened next.
As I tried to look away, smiling weakly, her mother winked! Could I have imagined that? Could it be possible that the mother of this young girl was actually condoning my lustful gaze at her daughter. While I was contemplating this, the woman again winked and looked over at her daughter. The little girl looked directly at me and smiled. My cock strained at the confines of my trousers.
Still in shock from this, I just about fell from my chair at the next sight. The little darling scooted forward on her chair, hooking her little shoes around the legs of the chair while hiking her pretty little dress up to her waist. I could not believe my eyes. There, exposed to my view, was the most perfect bald child-cunny I had ever seen. What had she done with her panties? I had not seen her remove them. Was it possible that she had been naked beneath her dress the entire time? Had she climbed up into Santa's lap to whisper in his ear, all the while rubbing her little girl pussy against the jolly old elf's crotch? My cock was hard as a rock and the discomfort shook me from my reverie. Just as I was thinking and seeing clearly again I realized the mother had gotten up from her chair and was standing over me.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked. I succeeded in mumbling something in the affirmative, still not quite with it.
"She would like you to take your cock out and play with it so she can cum". "Please do that for her now", said the mother, then turned on her heal and returned to the table where her young daughter was eagerly massaging her puffy pussy lips.
I was dumbfounded. This mother was asking me to expose myself to her daughter while I watched her masturbate. Looking at me, then glancing toward my crotch, the mother again gave a wordless expression that I shouldn't reject her daughter's wishes. Unzipping my fly I released my swollen cock and balls from their confines. The little girls hands moved faster as I began to stroke myself. Thinking this would be an awkward mutual masturbation session, I was not prepared for the next turn of events.
The mother scooted her chair closer to her daughter's and reached between those velvety baby thighs and began to play with her daughter's cunny. Slowly, she began inserting her fingers, one at a time, into her daughters now-drenched pussy, as her daughter continued to flail away at her tiny clitoris. I couldn't believe my eyes as three fingers disappeared. The little girl was bucking on the chair, her eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. I realized I was pounding my hard cock mercilessly when the little girl opened her eyes and nodded at her mother.
Her mother tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand and inserting her pinky finger into the little girls bright red cunt began to fist her daughther while her daughter fixed her gaze on my cock. I responded by grabbing my balls with my free hand and squeezing them as I massaged the area between my ball sack and my anus. The mother was now pushing her hand roughly into her daughter as the little girl arched her back and forced her swollen cunt onto her mother's pistoning hand.
I couldn't hold out any longer, and with a stifled grunt I exploded, cum showering across the floor and onto my pants leg. Seeing this, the little girl pinched her clit hard and, turning bright red, exploded into her own mind-numbing orgasm.
I was drained. I couldn't believe what had happened. As my cock began to soften I noticed the mother slowly withdraw her hand from her daughter's abused pussy. Still breathing heavily, the little girl took her mother by the wrist, and turning to me eagerly cleaned her cum and juices from her mothers hand. Without saying a word both the mother and her young child straightened themselves, collected their packages and got up from the table. Turning to me as they walked from the food court, the little girl smiled and mouthed "thank you".
I so wanted to go after them, to follow them home, to have an opportunity to continue our play together. They vanished into the throng of people in the mall.
As quickly as it had started, it was over. Had it been a dream? Had this really happened? I wasn't able to dwell on the situation at length since, since at that moment, another crowd of shoppers descended on the food court. Quickly adjusting my position, I zipped up and tried to not look like I had just had the most incredible orgasm of my life.
Walking from the mall I couldn't immediately remember where I had parked my car.
Sitting at the traffic signal, I am still not sure it was real.
But then.....
The light changed to green.

I thought about the little girl and her mother for the next three weeks.

The holidays had come and gone, all the decorations had been taken down at the mall, and things had moved on. All, that is, except for my continual urge to see the little girl, her mother and to find out if what I had seen had been an incredible dream, or the beginning of an even more incredible reality.

I was preparing for a business meeting in mid-January, and needed a new suit. I hate shopping, but since seeing the little girl I had developed a new-found fondness for malls. I found myself looking at each young thing that walked by. They were so sweet and innocent...yet at the same time could be so naughty in their dress and attitude.

Deciding that shopping for a suit required a clear mind, I proceeded to the men's department of my favorite store, intent on getting this task cleared away before stopping by the food court for a cup of joe. Maybe I would get lucky and see them again, and if not, I would at least have the pleasure of watching the other little girls stroll buy or steal glimpses of their little panty-covered cunnies as they sat in the food court. I had even on occasion been fortunate enough while looking up to the upper level of the mall to get a peak of a barely covered butt-cheek under a slightly too short skirt. These voyueristic acts only fueled my desire to see more, to touch, to feel, to posess.

As I looked through the suits, scanning the wools and the wool-blends, I became aware of a feeling of being watched myself. Glancing over my shoulder all I noticed was the rather portly sales clerk futsing with the register tape at the check-out. But the feeling wouldn't pass.

Not finding a suit that "suited", I decided that maybe I should settle instead for a pair of trousers and a new blazer. I turned to look at the rack of slacks, glancing as I did across the men's department toward the mall entrance beyond the colognes and perfumes at the cosmetics counter.

There she was! The mother of that sweet sexual creature that had blown my mind not a month before. She was at the make-up counter, trying out new colognes. In my lust-crazed frenzy before I had not studied her closely. But now, I could see where her daughter got her awesome beauty. Her mother's dark hair, penetrating eyes, high cheek bones and svelte figure were obvious even in the sweatsuit she wore while shopping. I had to talk to her. I had to find out if she would talk to me.

Walking away from the men's department, I casually strolled along the racks of clothing and jewelry until I was within earshot of her. Then, turning toward the cosmetics counter, I fained interest in various perfumes, inching ever closer to her. Summoning my courage, I prepared myself to speak....hoping beyond hope the words would come that would assure her I would be cool about what had happened, but at the same time wanted nothing more than for it to happen again. Before I could speak, however, she spoke.

"I hope you had a nice holiday season", she said. "I know my daughter did. She hasn't stopped talking about "that nice man at the mall" since. In fact, we've been coming here several times each week since then, hoping to see you again."

I wasn't sure how to respond. "I had a good holiday, as well", I started. Then "and I've thought about your daughter, and you, often since that day. I'm sorry she is not with you today, in fact. I would love to see her".

"Oh, she's here" replied the mother, "shes waiting in the changing rooms over there while I shop, in the hopes I will bring you back to see her. Would you like to come with me, now?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Not only had this mother allowed her daughter to be lusted upon by a total stranger, she was in fact aiding her daughter in bringing me back to do more....much more, I hoped.

"Sure, I replied, I would love to see her again", my cock twitching in my jeans.

Leaving the cosmetics counter, I walked behind the mother as she made her way to the back corner of the store, in the kiddies department, to a changing room area. This area of the store was not visited frequently from what it appeared, as the styles of clothing appeared to be on the "low" end of the design spectrum. This department was probably here to appease the stay-home mom's by giving them something to bribe their noisy brats with into going with them to the mall.

We walked through the entry into the changing rooms without any sales clerk acknowledging our presence. We could have lifted virtually anything from the store and I doubt anyone would have noticed. Walking to the last changing room, the mother tapped on the door.

"Megan, it's mommy" she announced, "I have a surprise for you".

The latch clicked open, and the mother pushed the door open. This particular changing room was over-sized, probably to accommodate someone in a wheelchair and their necessary attendant. By changing room standards, it was spacious. Walking throught the door, the mother signalled me to follow. Taking a deep breath, I entered the room as well. The surprise was all mine.

What I found could only be characterized as a pedophile's absolute sweetest wet dream. There, laying on the floor, on some blankets and a pillow was the little angel I had seen in the food court before Christams. But this time, instead of being dressed in a picture-perfect outfit, she was naked as the day she was born.

My cock instantly stiffened. Gazing on this lovely creature, I notice how perfect she really was. Her shapely little legs would someday be like those of her mother. Her pudgy bare cunny lips pouted between her soft downy thighs. Her flat tummy and chest gave no hint to the development that would soon come. Looking at her face again, I found my self entranced by those eyes that had held my gaze while she masturbated and forced herself on her mothers fisting hand in the mall.

"Hi, Megan, I said, I am so happy to see you again". "Me too, she smiled, are you here to play with me?" Her mother answered for me. "Yes, darling, the nice man was in the mall, just as you hoped, and he is here now to do with you everything you want. Isn't that right, nice man?" There was no way to answer in the negative. Of course I would do whatever this angel wanted, right there, right then. "Yes," I blurted out " and my name is Rick".

"Yippee", Megan exclaimed, then realizing how loud she had been, put her finger to her lips and said, "we have to be quiet, though, until Mom can go outside and make sure the cost is kept clear". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The little darling was going to be mine, do do with as I pleased (or was it, as she pleased?) and her mother wouldn't be watching us, but standing guard out in the clothing department to make sure we were not disturbed.

"Okay,", I said, " I am ready whenever you are" The mother looked at me and said, "I want you to get undressed now, and give me your clothing. I will hold onto it until you are through. I expect you to do as Megan requests, no matter what, and if you hurt her feelings and don't then I will have the evidence that you were raping my daughter. Do we have an understanding?"

I was not about to pass up this opportunity. "Of course," I said, "whatever she wants..I will do my best to please her". With that I took off my shoes, jeans and the t-shirt I had been wearing.

"Wow, Mister...I mean Rick, you have a big thingy, it's even bigger than my daddy's". "Cock, Megan", her mother corrected, remember we call it a cock" . "I remember, mommy, and I have a cunt" she replied. I hope his cock will all fit in my cunt." "I am sure it will, honey," said the mother, and with that she took my clothing from me and went out of the changing room.

I wasn't sure where I wanted to start on the little darling. My mind was racing. I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted my cock down her throat, and I wanted to fuck the sweet thing all at the same time. As these thoughts sped through my lust-filled brain, she took the initiative. It was, after all, what SHE wanted; NOT what I wanted.

Kneeling in front of me Megan reached up and cupped my ball sack gently in her tender little hands. The coolness of her skin felt so incredible I thought I might cum just at her touch. As she carressed my balls she leaned forward and began to kiss along the length of my pole. I wanted so bad to grab her head and force my cock down her throat, but what she was doing was so sensual I didn't want it to stop. Licking up and down my shaft she would get just to the tip of my cock, then pausing there licking around the head, tickling the scar of my circumscision, then trailing down the shaft again to my balls. Where had this young thing learned this I wondered. I had received great blowjobs before, but this was better than all of them.

"Megan," I said, "you do this so well....where did you learn?" "My daddy showed me how" she said matter of factly, "and I practice on my older brother, he's 9, as often as I can. I am glad you like it".

"I love it, little one, and I would like to do something for you, too."

"Oh, you will soon," she responded, "but momma said I needed to get really wet first. Do you want to get me wet?"

"Yes," I groaned as she again tickled my most sensitive area of my scrotum " I would love to lick you and get you all wet."

"I have a better way of getting wet than that" she responded, "but you have to do exactly what I say, okay?"

I couldn't imagine what she had in mind, but I readily agreed to follow her instructions, if for no other reason that to keep from upsetting her mother and ending up in the slammer. She instructed me to follow her daughter's wishes, no matter what, and I was bound and determined to do just that.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked.

"I want you to spank my cunt....that ALWAYS gets me really wet". With that she lay back down on the floor and spread her downy thighs , positioning the pillow beneath her hips. Tilting her little baby cunt up in the air, she look at me and smiled. "I want you to spank my cunt and when I am really wet I want you to fuck me".

I was about floored. I could not have imagined anything more naughty or erotic. But could I spank this little girl? I might hurt her, then her mother would definitely come running and I would be dead. But I couldn't refuse the little angel's wishes or I would face the same result.

Kneeling at her side I cupped her puffy cunny with my hand and leaned down to caress her flat chest and tummy. Then, I gently slapped her pussy, letting my hand pause for a second while my finger slipped along her slit. I slapped her pussy again, almost more of a pat than a slap, wondering how long it would take for her to be turned on enough to take my cock. As I looked at her cunt lips, so delicate and soft and her bald little mound, my cock began to get even harder at the thought of taking this little nymph. Her voice broke my reverie.

"No, you don't understand," she said, " I want you to spank me.....hard. My mommy spanks my pussy really hard before daddy fucks me, and it gets me so wet and gets him so hard. I want you to do that now"

"But I don't want to hurt you" I argued.

"Well, if you don't then I won't get wet and you won't be able to have sex with me. I don't think you want that do you?" she questioned.

"No, of course not. But if I hurt you your mother will be really mad at me".

"When it hurts it gets really wet. I will let you know if it hurts too much...then you can stop. Okay?"

"Well, okay, but if you promise to let me know" " I promise," she said, and resumed her position on the pillow. Looking down at her I was hardly able to concentrate due to the lust that clouded my thinking. Raising my hand I brought it down hard on her baby cunt...and I do mean hard. She jerked, and her legs instinctively closed. But just as I began to doubt my actions, she spread them again and looking directly at me with wet eyes said "Harder." Again my hand slapped across her exposed lips, reddened already by the first hit. Harder this time, not worrying now what I was feeling, doing only what this little fuck-slut had instructed me to do. Again, and again. Tears were now streaming from her eyes as she watched each time my hand smashed against her exposed and swollen sex. I became aware that my hand was wet from her secretions, and looked down to make sure I had not done her any permanent damage. Again my hand came down hard on her cunt, but this time she spread her thighs even further apart, numb where I had been hitting her and giving me access to more of her sex that was not yet as numb.

This continued for what seemed an eternity when she finally reached for my hand and rubbed it slowly across her swollen and puffy cunt.

"We can fuck now", she said tearfully, "thank you for getting me so wet."

She sat up and kneeling she pushed me back on my back. Facing away from me. she straddled my hips and grasp my cock in one hand while using her other hand to steady herself on my thigh. As she guided my cock toward her abused slit, a torrent of girl cum flowed from her cunt, soaking the head of my cock and pooling around my balls. I was entranced by the view. Before me was the sweetest looknig little bubble ass, the tight ring of her butthole visible just above he drippnig cunt.

"See how wet you got me," she sniffled, "I knew you could do it". With that she pushed the head of my cock into her tight baby vagina.

I have had some great sex in my life, but never had I felt anything as heavenly as the silky tight confines of this little angel's cunny. As the head of my cock slipped past the taut muscles at the opening of her canal, more girl-cum squished past my the head and ran down the shaft. She took her hands off my cock and thigh and repositioned them on her knees, now fully squatting with only her cunt touching me. With no warning at all she dropped her body weight onto my cock, impaling herself on my spear with an "oomph".

I am not small by anyone's standards, and to this day I have no idea how her little body absorbed all of my cock in one thrust. But as I looked at her backside, she was sitting fully on my cock, my balls now at the base of her cunt. Raising up, again with only her cunny touching my cock, she began to fuck herself slowly up and down on my tool.

I was in heaven. With each movement up and down, my nut sack contracted and my ass flexed instinctively. I felt the tip of my cock crushing against her cervix, then backing out as she raised her hips. Faster and faster she rode, until I was sure I couldn't last any longer. Just as I thought I would explode she reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. In the most intense pleasure/pain I have ever experienced, she squeezed my balls just as she crested in her own orgasm. She yelled out, not caring who might hear...."Yes.....oh....yes....I'm cummmminnngggggggggggg!"

In my agony, hearing her cum sent me over the top and the tip of my cock exploded with stream after stream of gooey cum. The back-pressure from her tight cunt and the loads of cum (both mine and hers) forced the cum to squish out around my cock on the each down-thrust, splattering all over my stomach, the blanket and even the floor beyond.

"Oh, yes.....fuck me.....yes.....ooooohhhhhhhh"

As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled her little body to mine and laid her back against my stomach, feeling her still clenching cunt pulsing with her heart rate as she struggled to get her labored breathing under control.

"Oh, Megan, you are so beautiful,", I exclaimed, "I am so happy your mommy let me see you again." "Me too, Rick, and I want to see you again, sometime. Maybe you could come over to my house and meet my brother, too."

As I was about to question the intelligence of this, there was a tap on the door.

"Megan, "it was her mother, "I think we need to let Rick get back to his shopping".

The door opened and in stepped her mother.

"Did you enjoy yourself, honey? she asked Megan.

"Oh, Mommy, he is wonderful. He got me so wet. He spanked my cunt just like you do...only harder. And he felt so good when I fucked him. Do you think it would be okay if he came by the house sometime and met Johnny? I know Johnny would like to experience sex with Rick, too"

"We'll see, dear. But now you need to get dressed and let Rick do the same", she said, handing me my clothes.

"OK, but please let him visit" Megan reiterated as she began to slip into a little dress and sandles that had been neatly folded in the corner of the dressing room. I put on my jeans and leaned down and gave Megan a little kiss on the cheek. She turned, and grabbing me around the neck, gave me a big hug.

"Thank you, Rick", she said, " I want you to fuck me again sometime soon."

With that she finished dressing and reached for her mother's hand. Her mother picked up the blankets and pillow and then turned to me.

"Thank you, Rick", said the mother, "By the way, my name is Cindy. I will be here in the mall from time to time. I will look for you".

As she and Megan left the dressing room I began to reflect on what Megan had said. "Johnny would like sex with you too". Had I heard that right? Was this an open invitation to experience sex with her and her little brother? Would she want to participate or just watch?
Would her parents be there? Would they participate? Were there other children?

As I walked out into the mall, I realized how exhausted I was. I hadn't gotten the suit, or the slacks and jacket. What I had gotten was impossible to imagine before this day.

I walked down the hall and entered another store.

 

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