TEENAGER'S PEDOPHILIA FEELING

BY ZSUKU

[ part 1 ]

I may make new additions, depending on when I lose my edge for typing or if it's better to keep you all in suspense. Hrm.

"Ah..." a small gasp escaping the girl's lips. Her eyes lying closed, and her cheeks turnning slightly pink.

The average girl's arrousal. At fifteen, Frances (or Fran/Franni) was starting to develop a little more. Her breasts were small, but still growing. Around the size of half a cantalope. (Excuse my grammar. I'm not perfect.) Her nipples were no longer puffy all of the time, as of now, they are erect and slightly hard. Not like a rock, like you would hear in most stories. But a little firm.

At the moment, Franni had been lying at the foot of her bed. Only her lower back still on the mattress, as her small but cute butt hang over the side and supported by two very appealing legs. Her legs, covered in pajama bottoms. Blue & white vertical stripes. As for her chest, the same. A blue & white striped jacket, buttoned from the bottom to about mid way, revealing what cleavage she had or lacked at the time. A relatively skinny girl, about 5'6".

Her hair about shoulder-length, and colored in a dark brown color. Almost black, but still brown. And her skin...her lovely skin, a milky-white complexion. Apart from a pimple or two, she had probably the best skin out of her classes at school. But for her, it was summer vacation, so she didn't have to worry to much if she were to break out. And her dark-brown eyes. Making her even more appealing.

You could easily mistake her for goth by the skin and hair. But she doesn't have the personality, or wear any of the clothes. But some baggy jeans with heavy chains and a black tank would look absouletely sexy on her. Maybe even causing another girl to go gay for her. It all depends.

After a few moments of her face flushing, she pulls her hand out of her panties. She had been fingering herself for the past five minutes. (Even if it took you longer to read)

She didn't want to come in her new pajamas. And she'd much rather be blindfolded and have her hands tied behind her, having a small seven year old girl poke her clitoris timidly and lick it occasionally just to make her twitch.

Opening her eyes, Franni looks straight up at the ceiling. The twilight from outside leaving an orange glow across her carpet, and a couple meters up the wall and across the closet door.

She had a long day. She didn't go out to meet with her friends, but she had a lot to think about. Her new fetish, how it's illegal...and how it being illegal makes it even better. She always thought about tying up younger girls, maybe one just a month or so younger than her.

Yet, she sat up and looked out the window at the street below. Watching the children play, the sprinklers finally being shut off for the chilling night, the young boys playing with their SuperSoakers, and the girls just being hyper as hell, annoying the elderly in the neighborhood.

It was a great neighborhood... many... many girls for her to think about, and maybe 'play' with someday.

She never wanted to tie a girl younger than seven...Because atleast seven year olds can think better. (IRL, I'm a 10 - 14 guy. Preteens and young teens basically.)

"For fu...", she was cut off. She saw something outside, two young girls, maybe about 9, both blonde and wet, running around. One was crying, and she was the one infront. She was being chased by her sister (the other girl).

Franni just guessed, but maybe the girl pushed her sister down on the sprinkler, or in a pool, or pushed her infront of one of the boys' SuperSoaker shots. (Or streams, whichever. They're fun either way. )

Whatever happened, the girl ended up crying and running away.

Eventually, she fatigued, and her legs seemed to have tired out. She moved much slower, and her sister, literally being more physically active, kept her stamina.

The crying girl was grabbed by her sister, and pushed forward. Wrapping both arms around her from the back, and keeping her arms pinned. Pretty much mounting her...if you understand what I mean. (I can't really explain it. Like if you were hugging someone from behind very tightly, you would press your body so it perfectly molded with theirs. Uh...that's the best I can do, sorry. )

To Franni, this was sort of arrousing. Since she still hadn't gotten over the small amount of stimulation, it made her want to continue masturbating. Both of the girls were wet. The crying one in a white t-shirt while the violent-acting one in a navy-blue tank top.

The whole sprinkler/pool/water-gun theory could have been wrong also...Since the girl was clamping her hand over her sister's mouth, it was either assumed she was going to tattle, scream for help, or tell a secret of hers to someone.

It was simply intoxicating (Maybe the wrong word, sorry. ), seeing two wet girls hang together like that. And having the crying one have her voice/scream muffled... it just made her want to go down and...

"For fuck's sake!", she said under her breath, but maybe to loud. It might have gone through her window and alerted someone around, but apparently not.

Franni just wanted to grab them both, pull small panties on them...maybe some long socks... (foot fetish too, nyeh) ...wrap some gauze around their mouths and wrists, watching them both struggle, and cry, and struggle some more. Being kidnapped may not even be apparent to young children. They might just think you're playing.

Franni scratched the back of her head, running her fingers through her hair afterwards, than placing her hand between her legs. She placed her finger tips at her cloth-covered clit...applying a small ammount of pressure. More pressure until she could really feel it. The two girls seemed to struggle right out of Franni's sight, but she leaned over to see them both fall forward.

The girl pulling her sister onto her back, and clamping her hand back over her small mouth. Now laying on top of her, she had almost complete power over her sister.

Franni started panting, eventually rubbing her clit through her pajams & panties. She placed her free hand over her own mouth, wanting to hide her gasps as she watched the two girls. She wanted to tie them up so bad right now.

Her parents had left for about two days, leaving her alone. They had to go to a wedding, which was only about a town over. So they weren't more than 15 miles away, but still a long way. They also wanted "their" time too. Franni could grab the girls and bring them into the house. But how?

Franni stood up, pulling down her pajama bottoms, and slipping off her top. Over in the corner by her bed, she had a digital camera, and a laptop. Not a fancy one, but one that worked fairly well. She got it from saving three years of christmas and birthday money. The camera itself was just a random gift from her uncle.

And if she got the girls up here...she could take pictures of them...and take pictures of herself groping them...maybe even of them touching eachother.

The thoughts were overwhelming. It was either the pussy talking, or if she really wanted two temporary slaves.

"Mmmm...eh...oh damn..." she found herself rubbing her clit again. Still standing. Her knees went week, and she pretty much fell to them. She stopped, because she was enjoying these thoughts.