BRADY BUNCH: BOBBY ON HIS OWN

BY KENNA

[ part 21 ]

Bobby had been thinking about a scheme for a couple of weeks and finally got up the nerve to try it. He’d heard Greg’s stories about seducing his friend’s mom and sister and Cindy’s stories about her little friends. He wanted to have something special. So, here he was on his bike, pedaling toward the mall. Under his shorts and shirt, he wore a pair of pink shorts and a little tank top. Under that was a pair of white panties.

When he got to the mall, all he had to do was take off his shorts and shirt, then he became the little girl, Bobbie. Nervously, she walked into the mall and headed for the JC Penney store. She made her way to the girls’ clothing section. As she looked at clothes, Bobbie looked at the sales clerks, too. She spotted an older, heavy woman and kept looking for one that she thought was pretty. As she paused by some party dresses, she heard a voice behind her. “Can I help you find something, miss?” She turned and saw a young woman in her twenties. This clerk was slender and pretty, with long brown hair and nice tits under a tight top. She was wearing a skirt that ended just above her knees.

“Uh, yeah,” said Bobbie. “I’m looking for a dress for my birthday party. My mom is coming in a few minutes, but she said I could go ahead and look at dresses. Can I try on this pink one?”

“Well, let’s see,” said the sales clerk. Her nametag said Wendy. “First we have to find one in your size.” She shuffled clothes around the rack and pulled out another of the pink dresses, but a little larger than the one Bobbie had looked at. She held the dress up to Bobbie and said, “Try this one on, honey.”

Bobbie beamed at Wendy and said, “Gee, thanks a lot, ma’am. I’ll just go over here,” she headed for the dressing room. Once there, she pealed off her shorts and tank top, then pulled the dress over her head. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She was so cute, that the Bobby part of her wanted to pull out his cock and stroke it. Seeing himself as a girl was a real turn on for the boy. He’d already dressed up on his own a couple other times. Those times, he’d gone to a women’s gym and pretended to look for his mommy in the locker room. Today he had other, predatory plans.

Bobbie peeked out of the dressing room enough to see that Wendy was standing just outside the door leading to the rooms. She was close enough to hear, so Bobbie cried out. “Help me, please. I’ve got the zipper stuck. It’s pinching me.” She slid the zipper down some and then pulled it back up to catch a bit of skin.

Wendy called from just outside the door. “Did you need help, miss?”

“Yes, can you come in and help me with the zipper? It’s stuck.”

“Can you step out here and I’ll help you then, miss,” said Wendy.

Bobby’s heart sank as she said that. He’d been worried that this might happen. He countered with, “I’m not dressed. I can’t come out.” Then, he waited in silence for a few seconds. He wondered if Wendy was going to fall for his trick.

Outside the dressing room, Wendy fought with herself. Store policy said she shouldn’t go into the dressing room with a minor, but she didn’t want the poor girl to be in pain, with the zipper pinching her. Finally, she decided to help Bobbie. She opened the door and stepped in. “Turn around so I can see the zipper,” she said.

Bobbie turned and let Wendy slide the zipper down. Before Wendy could do anything else, Bobby said, “Don’t leave this room or I’ll scream.” He turned to face Wendy. “If you leave now, I’ll scream and tell everyone that you tried to molest me.” He read the shock in Wendy’s face. He still wasn’t sure this would work, but he figured the worst that could happen was his parents would get told about this and then they’d all have a good laugh. But, the best that could happen was he’d have a whole bunch of fun with Wendy.

He continued, “If I scream, then everyone will come running. You’ll lose your job and you’ll got to jail.”

“What do you want?” asked Wendy quietly.

Bobby smiled and reached under the dress he was wearing. He pulled down his white panties and stepped out of them. “Put your hand under my dress and tell me what you feel.”

Confused, Wendy looked at him and said, “What?”

“Reach under my dress. Put your hand in my crotch. Tell me what you feel. Do it now, or I’ll scream. Imagine being caught in the dressing room with me, my panties on the floor, and my dress halfway off.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Bobby got the dress to slide down far enough that his nipples nearly showed.

Wendy could imagine that and cursed herself for breaking store policy. She decided to play the little girl’s game. Her hand slipped under the dress and she cupped her hand across … a penis! Shocked, she lifted the dress and saw her hand holding a cock. Bobby said, “Now imagine that you forced a little boy to dress in a dress and come see you in the dressing room. You are in such big trouble.”

“Holy shit,” said Wendy. She was suddenly very flustered. “What are you doing? What is going on here? How could … what do you want?”

“This is what I want,” said Bobby. He reached for the zipper on the side of Wendy’s skirt. His hand got there first, but before he could pull it down, Wendy’s hands were there, fighting to remove his hands from her zipper. Bobby tensed his hand to fight her and said, “I’ll scream.” Then he stared her down. Wendy let loose her grip on his hand and watched as he slid her zipper down and then dropped her skirt to the floor. She swallowed hard at the thought of what this little boy might want from her – and she was helpless to prevent it.

“You little pervert,” hissed Wendy. She stood there with just her panties below the waist and wondered what else the little boy had in store for her. “Stop this right now.”

Without a word, Bobby reached for the hem of her tight shirt and started pulling it up. Wendy fumed as her tummy was exposed, then her bra. Bobby was tall enough that he got the shirt all the way up over her head. At that point, he pulled forward so that Wendy had to lean toward him so he could pull the shirt all the way off her arms. He had her in bra and panties, and, for the first time, realized his twisted scheme was going to work.

“Turn around,” said Bobby. When Wendy turned away from him, Bobby found the catch of her bra and unfastened it. He slid it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “Face me,” he said.

Wendy was totally humiliated when Bobby put his hands on her tits and started to play with her nipples. But, she didn’t dare say anything. She was totally at this boy’s mercy. She wasn’t surprised when she felt her panties slide down and she was totally nude for the 10-year-old. “Getting a thrill from this?” she asked.

“Pull up my skirt and see,” said Bobby. “Take the dress all the way off me and see if you turn me on.”

Reluctantly, Wendy pulled the hem of the dress up and saw Bobby’s hard on. Then, she pulled the dress down and let Bobby step out of it. She was nude in a cramped dressing room with a nude boy.

At that point, Bobby said, “Help, help, I’m being molested by a crazy woman.” But, it was quiet, so that only Wendy could hear it.

“God, no,” said Wendy. A chill went through her body. She thought of the humiliation that would bring. Her friends and her family would be so shocked. She’d go to jail. She’d be a child molester forever. She wondered what the next step was. How could she keep the boy from crying out?

Bobby helped her out with that. “Get down on your knees and suck me off.” He smiled at the look of horror that crossed Wendy’s face and his smile broadened as she slowly knelt in front of him. He put his hands on her head and pulled her toward his cock. Wendy’s mouth opened as the cock touched her lips. “Suck me off, Wendy. I love getting a cocksucking from a slut bitch like you.” Her eyes looked wildly up at him. “That’s right,” he said. “You’re a cocksucker, a slut bitch, a child molester who’s blowing a 10-year-old. When I cum, you swallow my cum or I’ll scream.”

Wendy was numb with shock and fear. What if she got caught? What if, after all this, he still screamed? She started sucking the hard little cock. Her only hope was to satisfy him so well that he wouldn’t scream. The taste of the young cock was warm and salty, like any other cock she’d sucked before – it was just smaller. She felt it harden as she worked on it with her tongue and mouth. Involuntarily, she put her hands on Bobby’s ass, squeezing the soft ass cheeks as she sucked. “That’s good,” she heard and she relaxed at the thought that she was making him happy. “That’s a good cocksucker, Wendy. You can be my cocksucking bitch all afternoon. I’ll watch your tits bounce as you suck me. I’ll fondle your fine ass and fuck your hot pussy. I’ll even eat you if you’re good. Wouldn’t you like to see that? A little boy with his head between your legs and his tongue in your pussy?”

Bobby enjoyed taunting the woman. The feeling of power that he got from making a complete stranger kneel down and suck him off was a real turn on to him. He felt his cum rising and held her tight to his crotch as he shot his cum into her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise as her mouth was filled, but she swallowed it as she had been told.

Wendy rocked back to look Bobby in the eye. “I have to get back out there before I’m missed. Otherwise we will get caught. You don’t really want that, do you? You just wanted the blow job and now you’ve gotten it.”

“One more thing,” said Bobby. “Just hope we don’t get caught yet. Get down on your elbows and knees and stick your ass up in the air.”

As if she hadn’t been humiliated enough, Wendy assumed that position, giving the little pervert a great view of her ass. She felt him kneel behind her, but still was surprised when she felt his cockhead against her pussy. With a look of surprise, her head swiveled to face her 10-year-old rapist. She saw him intent on entering her and spread her legs to allow that. She just wanted him to get it over with quickly. With a gasp, she felt him penetrate her.

Immediately, Wendy knew this fucking was different from anything she’d felt before. Though the cock was small, there was something about the way it stroked in and out. The technique was arousing and she felt herself pushing back against Bobby’s thrusts. “All right,” said Bobby. “Looks like my child molesting slut likes getting fucked. Are you going to cum with me?”

“Y-y-yes,” panted Wendy.

“I love watching your ass push against me,” Bobby said as he ran his hands over the woman’s bare ass. “I love watching your tits sway back and forth. I love fucking a slut bitch like you. Now, I want you to tell me that you’re ready to cum.”

“Mmm, mmmm, yes, I am,” said Wendy. “I’m almost there.” She shifted forward to rest her head on the floor. With her arms free, she reached for her tits and started squeezing them hard. She pushed back against him again and again, finally feeling the release of orgasm. It was the best fuck she’d ever had and she had to look back over her shoulder again to see that it was a young boy that had done it for her.

Abruptly, Bobby pulled out of Wendy’s pussy and shot his load on her ass. He stroked his cock as he shot long ropes of cum across her ass. Then, he rubbed his cum into her ass. When he was done, he stood up and dressed again in his little girl outfit. Bobbie picked up Wendy’s panties and put them in the backpack where her boy clothes were. She stepped out of the dressing room and said, “I’m taking your panties with me, to remember you by. I hope you enjoy my cum all over your ass for the rest of the day. Better get dressed now.”

“Where… where did you learn to do that?” asked Wendy.

“From my mom,” said Bobbie. She shut the door and skipped out of the girl’s clothing section, out of the mall, and over to her bike. She couldn’t wait to tell everyone about her day.