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Title: 	      Want Some Candy Little Girl
Author:     MeatBot
Keywords: intergen, slight pedo, slight non-cons

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The sexual adventures of a twenty-something girl who has never
physically matured.

Disclaimer : 

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This
is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity
among persons under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less
than the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place
such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't.
If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
exist. Sue the internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, people. Just
words. 

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of
misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story
is all made up. If you don't like it, read something else. Don't bitch
at me. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





The world is full of people who have medical problems. Some of them
are severe, some not so severe. Taylor May had one of the strangest.
Due to some endocrine system failures, she had never matured. Although
she was in her early twenties, her body had never gone through
puberty. She was short, about four and a half feet tall. She had
literally never matured. No breasts, no mature sexual characteristics.
Physically, her body was still ten years old.

This had caused no end of distress and emotional problems for the poor
girl. She'd just come through almost ten years of therapy, and finally
seemed to be getting a grip on accepting her problem and moving on
with her life. Her therapist had told her there was no reason why she
couldn't have a normal life, in spite of her size and immature body.
She'd gotten a good job with a clothes manufacturer, and finally moved
out from her parents. The only thing she hadn't done was have a sex
life. This is the story of what happened when she finally decided to
change that.

Taylor lived in a small apartment in a hi-rise downtown. She enjoyed
finally being on her own. She made friends with her neighbors, who had
a hard time, as most people in her life, of not treating her like a
little girl. Finally, though, she felt like her life was starting,
like she was getting somewhere, proving things to herself.

Her sex life was pretty much limited to her right index finger. She
wished for more, she wanted to meet Mr. Right, Mr. Right-for-her, but
she hadn't had much luck. Most men just saw her as a little girl. Her
flat chest still caused her grief, and her tiny little cunny, she
didn't see how, if she ever met him, Mr. Right could get his adult
sized penis in that little thing. She still lay awake in bed at times
and cried for herself, over her condition, but she was slowly getting
a grip on it. Slowly learning to accept.

Taylor's clothes were a difficulty, at times. It's easy to be taken
for a kid when all you can buy are kid's clothes. She finally met a
seamstress through her work that was very good, and willing to make
adult-style clothes for her. Business suits, and skirts and blouses
that didn't have cartoon characters on them, or weren't outlandish
colors. Taylor still got a kick out of looking cool in kids clothes at
times, and had a closet-full of them. But, she also looked stylish and
sharp in her work clothes. Working for a clothing company had its
advantages.

One day, on a whim, Taylor put on a Disney shirt and some shorts, and
went to get something to eat. Afterwords, she stopped by the park for
some sun. It was springtime, and kids were everywhere. She did what
she had done at other times, she just joined right in. It was fun to
lose herself in the mindless play of a ten year old, and she still got
a secret thrill at spying on the world of children. She loved
children, they were so open and uninhibited, and she often found
herself becoming the same way after spending time with them.

She noticed the man fairly quickly. He was sitting on a bench,
watching the kids play in the sand. He had a newspaper on his lap, and
as she stood in front of him she noticed some motion beneath it. Shit,
she thought, that motherfucker is playing with himself. Sure enough,
one of the man's hands was beneath the paper. She was shocked he was
brave enough to do it, with all the mothers around. She looked around.
There were no mothers, just kids. That bastard, she thought, that
fucking bastard. Jerking his cock to little kids. The thought occurred
to her that maybe he'd even been looking at her when he did it. That
actually kind of turned her on, rather than disgusted her. Who says I
don't have a sex life, she thought. Turning on sad old men at the
park. Well I am pretty hot, for a ten year old.

On a whim, she approached the man. He was an old fart, maybe fifty,
but at least he looked clean and fairly well kept up. He was even
beardless, which relieved her for some reason. She got closer and
closer, finally stopping a scant ten feet from him. She suddenly
turned around, and his eyes met hers.

"What'cha doin, mister?" she asked, in her best little girl voice. He
jerked, visibly, and all motion beneath the newspaper stopped.

"Nothin'. Go away," he said, embarrassed. 

"What you doin' under there?" she said, motioning towards the paper.

"Nothin', I said," the man growled. He seemed scared, now that he was
caught in the act.

"Can I see it?" she asked, in her best pleading little girl voice.

"No. Go away."

"But Mister... I wanna see one... I wanna see a big one..."

She had no idea why she was doing this. Partly, she was just fucking
with him. And partly, she was curious if he really did have his dick
out, beneath the paper. And, like she'd said, she'd like to see a big
one. She'd seen little boys, but she'd never seen an adult cock, in
her life. She'd seen lots of them on the internet, just last night,
even. She was curious.

"Please..." she whined, begging with her eyes. She didn't feel that
afraid of him, she didn't want to get close enough that he could grab
her, she was at least that careful.

"Little girl..." the man said, exasperated.

"What's your name?" she asked, wanting to direct the conversation to
something other than "go away".

"Mr. Bennett. Now go away." he said.

"Mr. Bennett. Let me see it. Please?"

"You're gonna get me in trouble. Go away," Damn, she thought. This nut
is hard to crack. She had thought he'd jump at the opportunity to show
his cock of to a little girl.

"Don't you like me?" she said, and pulled her skirt up, and twirled,
like a ballerina. She hoped he'd seen her panties.

"Yes, I like you. I love you. But I don't wanna get in trouble."

"I won't get you in trouble. I won't tell anybody. Just let me see
it."

"Come around here and stand behind me," he said. Ha ha, she thought to
herself. The fish is on the line. She went around the bench and stood
behind him and to the side, where she could see his lap. She was still
cautious that he didn't grab her, although she didn't figure he'd do
anything like that here, out in the open. Still...

He slowly slid the paper down his lap slightly, and she saw the shaft
of his hard cock emerging from his pants. Only a few inches of it, and
then he slid the paper back. Oh, she thought, that wasn't nearly
enough. She felt an electrical shock run through her body, centered on
her vagina. She knew what she'd do tonight, when she went to bed.

"Show me all of it," she commanded, and he gave a sharp laugh.

"Not here, not out in the open," he said. Both his hands were busy
beneath the paper, now, and she could tell he was stuffing it back
into his pants. "Follow me, if you really want to see it."

"You're... you're not gonna hurt me, are you?" she said, remembering
she was a little girl at the moment.

"No. Just follow me, ten or twenty yards behind me. Don't walk with
me," he said, and stood, dropping the paper on the bench. He took off
for the woods at the end of the park, and after a moment's thought,
she followed him.

What the fuck am I doing, she asked herself. Following a pervert into
the woods. It will serve me right if he kills me. I am so stupid. But,
she almost seemed powerless to stop herself. She wanted to see more of
that thick round fleshy tube he'd showed her.

She wandered along, keeping behind him, but following. Finally they
were in the trees, she had entered at another point than he did, but
she caught up with him quickly. Finally they reached a place that he
felt safe in, a little patch of bushes, and he pushed into them. She
followed, to find a small clearing, with bushes up to about chest
height, for an adult. She realized that she probably couldn't be seen
at all, from outside.

Mr. Bennett stopped, and placed his finger at his lips, motioning for
silence. She didn't move or even hardly breathe, and they both
listened for any sign of anyone else in the woods. Good. Nothing.

Mr. Bennett smiled down at her. He slowly unzipped his pants, and drew
his hard cock out. Oh, shit, she thought. Goddam. That is a monster.
She didn't actually have anything to compare it with, but it looked
like a monster to her.

He just stood there, smiling gently, letting his hard cock stand out.
She took a step forward, not sure what to do from here.

"Touch it," he said. "Touch it, little girl."

She took another step, and slowly reached out her hand. It felt soft,
both soft and hard. It was warm, too. She ran her hands down the shaft
of it, to his scrubby pubic hair, then out to the end, to the funny
cap-like thing on the end. She curled her fingers around the cap, and
gently squeezed. God, it was hard, it barely squished any, and it
seemed to get harder, even, when she did that.

She laughed quietly, and looked up at him. He had a beatific smile on
his face. His every dream was coming true, she realized. And I'm doing
it for him.

"Darling. Thank you." he said, and she smiled up at him.

"My momma puts these in her mouth," she said, once again on a whim. In
real life she could never imagine her mother sucking a cock. But it
turned her on to say it. She wondered if she was brave enough to do
that, if he asked her to.

He blanched at that, and she was sure he was weighing the risk versus
the reward to asking her to do it. Reward finally won out, as she'd
thought it would.

"Little darling, you can do that if you wish," he said, looking around
again. She thought furiously. He seems to be a nice old man, she
thought. What are the chance's he's gonna kill me, afterwards? Maybe I
should run away when he starts cumming.

She stared at the massive hard cock in front of her. She knew that
it'd just barely fit into her mouth. Still... she really wondered what
it would feel like... she'd masturbated a thousand times, thinking
about cocks like this... and now, now here one was. One for her. Hers.

She leaned forward, before she could stop herself, and gulped it into
her mouth. My god, she thought. I am sucking a cock. I am giving a
blow job. She closed her lips around the fatness of it, and sucked it
as deep as it would go. She could barely get half of it in. Sweet
Jeezus, she thought, this guy is a monster. Truly a monster. She
didn't think about how small her mouth was.

She sucked hard. She tasted a slight sweaty taste. Some slippery stuff
was on the end of it, and she slid her tongue around in it, feeling
the little slit in the end of it. That's where his semen will come
from, she thought. She wondered, now that she had take him in her
mouth, if she'd be brave enough for that. To swallow his sperm. She
wondered, as she had many times before, what it would taste like. She
realized she'd already decided. She would do it.

She tried to remember everything she'd ever read about sucking cocks.
She ran it in and out of her mouth, sucking hard on the cap each time.
She felt a jerk from his body, and he moaned loudly. She laughed
silently. I'm doing that, she thought. I'm making him feel that good.

The end came quickly. He was nice enough to warn her, at least. He
said, "Darling, some stuff is going to squirt in your mouth if you
keep going."

Well, she thought, he's nice enough to give me a choice. She kept
going. Within a few more strokes, a few more licks, she felt something
deep inside him give a big twitch, and suddenly her mouth was flooded
with liquid. Again and again he squirted, and finally her mouth was so
full she realized she'd have to swallow, or spit. She swallowed,
trying to time it inbetween squirts, and swallowed again. Damn, he's
full of the shit, she thought. Not now, it's all in my belly, now.

He was finally done. He almost collapsed, but somehow remained
standing. She ran her lips down his cock one last time, trying to get
all the sperms off it. She let it drop from her mouth. She forgot her
idea to run away, and just knelt there in front of him, smiling up at
him.

He smiled down at her, a peaceful, sleepy smile. He couldn't believe
his luck. After a lifetime of waiting, he'd finally met her. The one.
She was the one. She was the sexiest, most beautiful little cocksucker
in the world. And she had been all his, for a brief moment. He was a
lucky man.

"Thank you, darling, thank you," he finally said, and slowly put his
now-soft cock back in his pants. He held a hand down to her, and
helped her rise, and then he even squatted and brushed some sticks and
twigs that had stuck to her knees off. He took her hand, and they
walked out of the woods back into the park.

"What's your name, darling," he finally thought to ask, and she
replied "Taylor."

"Taylor, dearest, you are the sweetest thing in the world. I love you
dearly. Will I ever see you again?" he asked.

"Sure, I come here a lot. I live there," she pointed at her building.
Stupid, he told herself, don't tell him everything. It was hard,
though, she was still in kid mode. Kids told everything.

"I look forward to seeing you again," he said. Almost as an
afterthought, he asked, "You aren't going to tell anyone what we did,
are you?"

"Naw..." she said. "I don't wanna get in trouble. You won't tell on me
will you?" She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. His heart
melted a little bit more.

"Darling," he kneeled and hugged her. "You gave me something very
beautiful and precious today. I will never tell on you. Thank you,
thank you again."

She waved as he walked off. Hah, she thought, once again. Who says I
don't have a sex life? Sucking off old men in the park, that counts,
right?





Taylor made a habit of it. Two days later she met him again, and they
walked back into the woods. After they came back out they sat for a
while and talked, and he told her about his life, his unhappy marriage
that had finally, thankfully ended, and he even mentioned how much he
loved watching the kids play. She giggled. She knew what he did when
he watched them. She hoped that what she did was enough for him now,
now that she knew him, she didn't want him to get in trouble if
somebody ever saw him doing it.

She told him a little about herself, mostly true stuff from when she'd
actually been a kid, she knew how hard it was to remember lies you'd
told somebody. To her amusement, he cautioned her against what she'd
done with him, he tried to warn her that here were bad men out there,
who would do bad things to sweet little girls. She felt like she knew
that already, but she nodded and took his advice. I'd never do this
for anybody but you, she tried to assure him.





But, she did. The second time, the second time she played around with
somebody, it just kind of happened, like it had the first time. She
was in Wally-world, looking for some socks, when she noticed a man
watching her. He was younger than Mr. Bennett, and skinnier, and she
immediately noticed the lump in his pants. Damn, she thought, how many
of these fuckers have hard-ons for little girls? She felt like she was
figuring out something major about the world. She had no idea there
were so many perverts out there. 

They guy didn't look scarey, at least. She knew that didn't mean a
lot. She led him on, giving him a smile, and then walking around to
another aisle. He followed her, to her satisfaction. She grabbed a
pair of shorts from the rack, and turned to him. 

"Would you come help me try these on?" she asked, trying her best to
be coy and seductive. She didn't figure she had to try too hard.

The man visibly swallowed, and looked all around. Finally he spoke.
"Little girl. Is your mother around?"

"No, she's in Marcey's," she said, picking a store way down at the end
of the row. The man didn't look too relieved.

"Just pretend you're my daddy," she said. "You can go in the dressing
room with me."

The man gulped again. She wondered how brave he was. Brave enough,
apparently. He approached, and took the shorts from her hand. She held
her hand up, and he took it. They walked to the dressing room. He
didn't tell the woman anything, he just took a number and they walked
into a dressing room. She shut and locked the door, and turned.

He shocked her, at that point, he grabbed her hard, by the shoulder,
pinching her so much that it hurt.

"Ouch, shit!" she said, keeping her voice soft. "You don't have to do
that. Don't hurt me!"

"Sorry," he said, letting some pressure off. But he kept hold of her.

"Shit," she said again. Oddly, she wasn't scared. She knew he was
rougher than Mr. Bennett, but she wasn't scared yet. She kicked her
shorts down her legs, and stood before him in her panties.

He stared down at her.

"Take those off," he finally said, softly. She didn't move, and looked
pointedly at his hand, still gripping her shoulder. He finally let go,
and she slid her panties down her legs. She stood before him,
bottomless.

He grabbed her with both hands, and picked her up and stood her on the
bench. He sat, and mashed his face into her groin. She felt his
tongue, almost immediately, licking on her veneris mons, right at the
top of her slit. He went down slowly, and she spread her legs as best
she could, and she felt electrical shocks shoot through her legs as he
tongued her clit. Oh, shit, she thought, that makes it worth it all.
That's the spot.

His hands were on her little ass, squeezing and kneading. That felt
good, too. He probed into her crack, feeling for her asshole. She felt
his finger sliding around in her sweaty asscrack, and it felt good to
her. He finally found her little asshole, and she felt his fat finger
push against her sphincter. She tried to relax, but it was hard, every
time he pushed against it she automatically tensed up. When his finger
finally entered her body it hurt, and she made a noise. He didn't
stop, he just pushed his finger into her body. She contemplated saying
something, but it didn't hurt that bad, not yet at least. He was
lustily licking her clit, now, and sawing his finger in and out of her
anus. She put her hands on his head, and let him lick and suck her,
contented. This was fun, she thought, dangerous, but dangerous fun.
The guy seemed kind of rough, but she could tell he was mad for her.
Crazy mad.

He finally stopped, panting, and stared up at her.

"We can't stay in here forever," he said, and she nodded.

"Quick, show it to me," she said, pointing at his cock. She could see
the lump in his pants. He stood, and she sat on the bench in front of
him. He unzipped his pants, and drew his hard cock out of the slit.
And his two balls. She was entranced, never having seen balls before.
She touched them, amazed at their softness. She cupped his balls in
one hand, and grasped his cock in the other, jacking it slightly.

"Hurry!" the man said, and she pulled him to her, and took his cock in
her mouth. She realized he hadn't expected that, and he froze.
Suddenly, he didn't seem to be in that big a hurry. She sucked, hard,
thinking how different his cock felt than Mr. Bennett's. This one
wasn't nearly as long or large, and she could get almost all of it in
her mouth. She sucked hard on the cap, and then ran it all the way in,
to the root. Damn, she thought, that felt cool. She did it again and
again, sucking as hard as she could, until her mouth started hurting.

He touched her on the head right before he came, and she could feel
him twitching and tensing up. Suddenly he exploded in her mouth, and
came and came. He came a lot more than Mr. Bennett had, and she
swallowed and swallowed. Jeezus, she thought. He finally got done, and
she felt him relax beneath her. He sighed, and took her head in his
hands, caressing her. She sucked the length of his cock one last time,
feeling it grow soft in her mouth, and dropped it.

"Oh, thank you darling, now we need to get out of here!" he said in
one breath, and she grabbed her shorts and stepped into them. He
grabbed her panties and put them in his pocket, and they innocently
left the dressing room. The man carried the shorts they'd selected to
try on, finally dropping them on an aisle somewhere. She wondered how
she'd get rid of him, now. He solved the problem.

"Thanks, darlin'," he said, and patted her on the head, and walked
away. Damn, she thought, I'm gettin' good at this shit. I need to be
careful not to like it too much. Mr. Bennett was right, there are bad
people out there.





That night, she lay in bed and fingered herself to a massive orgasm.
She wished somebody was there to lick her pussy like that man had
licked it earlier. She was hooked on that shit, after just one
experience, she realized. From now on, that was part of the deal. And
his finger, up her butt. That had felt pretty goddam cool, once it
stopped hurting. She wondered if Mr. Bennett would like to lick her
pussy and stick his finger up her butt. Surely he would.





A few weeks later, a scarey one did happen. And the worst part was,
she knew better. But, her horniness got the best of her. And, she had
to admit, she was hooked on her power over these guys. She knew she
was making their deepest desires come true. And, like Mr. Bennett had
warned her, she knew there were bad guys out there. 

She was in the basement of her apartment building, in the gym. She did
the gym stuff lightly, she had no desire to bulk up, but she felt like
she still needed the exercise. Finally everyone else had left, except
for one guy. She didn't know him, she'd seen him around a few times,
so he wasn't a total stranger. Maybe that was what fooled her about
him.

They were alone in the room. She wasn't even thinking sexual shit at
the moment, she wasn't thinking about seducing him. He barely even
looked at her, until she walked in front of him.

"I thought they didn't allow kids in this building," he said abruptly.
Well, shit, she thought. What a way to start a conversation.

"They don't," she said, turning to face him, her hands on her hips.

"Then what are you doing here?" he said. He almost seemed hostile to
her. You fuck, she thought, you don't like kids? What is your problem?

"Oh, it's a long story," she finally said, deciding to let it go.

"How old are you?" he asked, not willing to give it up.

She started to say twenty-four, but then thought, what the hell. Just
to fuck with him a little further, she said, "Ten."

"So what are you doing here, then?" he said.

"What do you think? Exercising."

"Where are your parents?" he asked. Well, shit, she thought, I'll just
tell him the truth.

"Dorsey," she said, knowing that he'd know that was twenty miles away
or so.

"You here with family, then?" he said.

She shook her head. Let him fuckin' wonder, she thought.

"When you gotta be home, then?" he said. 

"Just whenever," she replied. She was slightly irritated with him, and
decided to break it off and leave. To her surprise he stepped forward,
and took her hand. She yanked, but he didn't let go. Shit, she
thought.

"Come'ere," he said. "I wanna show you somethin'."

He led her, well, pulled her through a door in the back of the room, a
door that the custodians usually only used. He took her into the
bowels of the building, past the elevator shafts, to a row of rooms
that looked like they were storage rooms. Her heart was pounding, and
she was beginning to be scared.

"In here," he said, and led her into one of the room. He shut the
door, and locked it. Shit, she thought. I'm locked in here, with this
bastard.

He turned to her, leering at her.

"I said I'd show you something. Here it it!" he pulled his cock out of
his pants, and his balls too. Well, shit, she thought, perplexed. He
had the smallest cock she'd ever seen. Well, she'd only seen two of
them, so far. Plus that million she'd seen, on the internet. But this
one was barely half as long as Mr. Bennett's. It was truly a teenie
weenie. She almost felt sorry for the stupid motherfucker.

Don't act scared, she told herself, don't act scared. She walked the
two steps to him, and took his little cock in her hands. She stroked
it, rubbing the cap, and up and down the shaft. She looked up and him,
and was surprised to see a frown on his face.

"You done this before?" he said. Oh, shit, she thought. 

"No..." she said. "But I watched my sister do it to her boyfriend."

"Do what?" he said.

"She put it in her mouth. And her mouse." She replied. He nodded.

"You gonna do that to me?" he said.

To reply, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. The whole
thing, she thought. She felt his hands on her head, and he squeezed
her again, hard.

"Don't hurt me," she said, dropping his cock and looking up at him. He
just stared belligerently down at her.

"You stupid little bitch," he said. "I can do whatever I want with
you."

"My dad is a policeman. You need to be nice to me. I'll do this," she
motioned towards his cock, "if you'll just be nice to me."

The man didn't nod or anything, he just stared at her. You
motherfucker, she thought, and bent back down to his cock. But at
least he didn't squeeze her any more.

He let her suck him for a long time, but he didn't seem eager to cum.
She wondered when he'd squirt, and she could leave. She still wasn't
that scared, weirdly. It seemed like she had some control on the
situation. She just hoped her body wasn't found in this room tomorrow,
or something.

He finally had enough of the sucking. He turned, pulling his cock out
of her mouth. 

"C'mere," he said, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her along with
him. There was a stack of tarps in the corner, and he dragged her over
to them. He grabbed both her shoulders and threw her body up on the
stack. She was about waist height, how. She knew what was coming next.
He was going to fuck her.

He yanked her shorts down her legs, and threw them on the floor. He
literally tore her leotard in two, at the crotch, and pulled it up.
She was bare before him, exposed. He fingered her pussy, roughly, and
then spit on his finger, wetting it. He pushed it into her body, and
she squirmed in pain.

"Go easy!" she said, wondering if she screamed if anybody would hear.
Probably not, they hadn't seen anyone on their way in here.

The man seemed to ignore her. His finger was almost all the way inside
her body, now. It hurt. He pulled out and pushed back in, and she saw
a slight bloody streak on it. Shit, she thought. I'm not a virgin, any
more.

She was relieved, at least, that he didn't have a monster cock, like
Mr. Bennett. This guy was small. It shouldn't be that bad, if he went
ahead and did it. If he just wasn't so goddam rough. She wondered if
it would matter to him if she told him she was twenty-four years old.
He probably wouldn't believe her. She had a feeling she was going to
be fucked, no matter what.

She looked down at his hard little cock. It didn't look that
frightening, if he did it. It really wasn't much bigger than his
finger, truth be known. She could stand it. No wonder he was so goddam
hostile, with a weenie that small.

He had enough of finger-fucking her. He pulled his finger out, and
stepped forward. He placed the head of his cock right on her pussy
lips. Oh, shit, she thought, get ready.

"You'll like this," was all he said. He leaned forward and spit again,
right where his cock met her pussy. Then, he began pushing into her.

It wasn't that bad, she thought. It actually felt good. It didn't take
him long to get all the way in, and then he began pumping in and out,
in and out. He began to breathe deeply, and he stood on his tip-toes.
She felt a twinge from her legs, and wondered if she'd be able to cum
from this.

Damn. Shit. He came, that quick. Before she'd ever even really
started. The stupid fucker. He came, panting, gasping, twitching and
jerking. She wondered if he'd squirted his semen inside of her, she
hadn't felt it. Her little pussy was still just a tiny bit sore, but
all in all it felt pretty good. She just wished he'd gone on a lot
longer. She wished she could have cum while he fucked her.

The man yanked his dick out of her. He grabbed her jaw in his hand,
and squeezed hard. Shit fire, she thought. Why does he think he has to
do that? Fuck!

"You gonna tell anybody 'bout this?" he said, looking almost angry.

"Shit no," she said. "I don't wanna get in trouble."

He seemed to soften slightly. "You shouldn't get in trouble. You
didn't do anything."

"No. My lips are sealed," she said, hoping he believed her.

"Well, don't," he finally said. "Don't make me have to look you up and
hurt you."

He pulled her off the tarps and she stood on the floor. She reached
down and picked up her shorts and pulled them up her legs. The
bastard. He'd ruined her favorite pair of leotards.

She just marched to the door, and unlocked it. He was right behind
her, and she wondered if she'd feel his hands around her neck at some
point.

"How the fuck do we get out of here," she growled, unsure of which
direction to go.

"You need to watch your language," the man said. "That's not very
becoming for a lady, or a child."

Yeah, she thought, you fuckin' rapist. That's not very becoming,
either.





That night, she paused and reassessed her life. She felt like she'd
done a very dangerous thing today. Well, she felt like she'd survived
a very dangerous thing. But she knew that she hadn't survived because
of anything she'd done. She'd survived simply because he hadn't
decided to kill her. She wondered what would happen next time she saw
him, around the building. I'll pretend like I don't know him, for
sure, she thought. I will not give him a reason to hurt me. And I
won't allow myself to be alone with him, any more. Although... she
wondered if he could be convinced to allow her to cum, before he did.
He did have the perfect dick for fucking her, as opposed to those
giant fuckers out there. If she ever got a boyfriend, he'd have to
have a small dick, too.





Taylor's next sexual experience happened on a business trip to Myrtle
beach. Well, not her next one, she still met Mr. Bennet every week or
so on the playground. Her next sexual partner. And it was a lot nicer
than that last guy had been, at least.

She'd had a lot of fun, on the trip. Her business associates all knew
her, and they were fun. She entertained them with her many stories of
life as a child in an adult world, and she was pretty much the star of
the show. The Belle of the ball. One of them, she was slowly
realizing, one of them liked her. Really liked her.

His named was Darren. He was a junior department head, just a small
wheel in a big machine. She'd noticed that first night that he seemed
to hang on her every word. But it didn't click until that night, when
they were all together in the bar. That was an interesting story, in
itself. Taylor had her license, but shit, she still looked like a
ten-year old girl. The bartender finally gave up running her out when
all the people with her told him her story, as she just sat there and
grinned. He finally gave her a whiskey that was ninety percent water,
like she asked. They all had a good time, sitting and around and
drinking and talking. 

At some point she'd stood, and walked over to the large glass wall
that looked out on the beach. She heard someone behind her and turned.
It was Darren. They made small talk for a while, and he finally said,
"I think I'm going for a walk on the beach. Wanna come?"

She didn't really, she didn't want to leave the fun of the party, but
she thought, what the hell. She followed him out, and down the
boardwalk. They took off their shoes, and walked along the beach and
let the waves wet their feet and ankles.

They talked, and she told him more about her life, a little more
private than the stuff she'd told the crowd. She felt like he was
sympathetic to her situation, and understanding. She finally started
to wonder if he really liked her. If this was just a walk with a
co-worker, or if he'd intended on starting something a little more
involved.

They walked for what felt like miles, and finally turned around. On
the way back he gently took her upper arm in his as they walked, and
finally she thought, shit. She shook her arm free of his, surprising
him, and then placed her little hand inside his big one. He squeezed
it, and they held hands back to the motel. The party had broken up, so
he walked her to her room, and said goodnight.





She was rooming with a girl named Denise. They had known each other
for several years, not really close, but just two people who happened
to work at the same place. As Taylor got ready for bed, she make small
talk, and then Denise surprised her.

"I know somebody that likes you," the other girl said, in a sing-song
voice.

Taylor snorted. "Who," she asked.

"You did not hear this from me," Denise said, "But Darren Wilbarton
from accounts is mad about you."

"Darren? Shit. Me an' him just walked down the beach. That's where I
was."

"See? It's happenin', girl. Let it happen."

"Shit." Taylor was bemused. Well, they had one more night here. What
will happen will happen, she thought. 

She sat up late, and talked to Denise at length. Once again, all her
stories about her life, people seemed to love to hear her tales. She
figured it made them glad they were normal. But some of them, like
Denise, seemed truly sensitive to her situation. She looked up once,
during a recitation of how mean the kids in high school had been to
her, to see Denise furtively wiping tears away.

She got up and joined the other girl on her bed. She felt ridiculous,
but she held her, the other girl's body feeling gigantic in her arms.
She realized it probably would look pretty silly, if anybody was there
to see.

They finally talked about Denise some. Denise was going thru a crisis
of her own, and Taylor's ears perked up as the details of it came out.
Denise had never felt comfortable around men, and was wondering if she
were gay. Oh shit, Taylor thought, even if my sex drive wasn't in
over-drive, this one begged for experimentation. The girl was almost
asking for it. And I am one amoral little bitch. I am not gonna let
this opportunity pass me by.

"Denise, darling..." she wasn't sure how to approach the subject,
though. "Darlin', you been through a lot, as I have... life's just
like that... one thing I learned, though, is you gotta take your
pleasures when they're handed to you... I'm not sure I'm saying this
right... I mean, when the opportunity is given to you, you gotta move.
I feel that way about you, darlin'..."

She turned her head and looked at Denise, just inches away. She slowly
moved her face towards the other girl. Denise looked apprehensive, and
a little scared. Taylor wondered if the girl had ever even made out,
before. She was barely twenty years old. Taylor felt like the
experienced one, of the two.

She kissed Denise, somewhat chastely, if a kiss can be called such. No
tongue, no lip action, just a simple quick kiss.

"Taylor..." Denise said, and then lapsed into silence. She tried
again. "Taylor, you are a dear friend, one of the few I've got... what
are you saying?"

"I'm saying... we're here, in a motel room... nobody's gonna bother
us... darling... do you wanna play around a little? No strings
attached?"

Denise was quiet for a long time. Taylor hoped that she hadn't damaged
their friendship beyond repair. But, for some reason, she was really
hungry for a taste of the girls slender, sexy body. I didn't know this
about myself, she thought. I'm not gay... but I wanna play...

Denise finally gathered her resolve. She leaned into Taylor, and they
kissed again. Denise finally giggled, and Taylor did also. The third
kiss was way more satisfying to Taylor. It had tongue, and lip action
in it. Maybe she has made out before, Taylor thought.

They lay back on the bed, and Taylor literally crawled on top of the
other girl. They locked lips, and Taylor felt Denise's hands on her
waist. She reached down with her hands, and scooted the other girls
hands down to her butt. There. That felt better. Denise giggled some
more, and squeezed.

Thirty minutes later they were naked, and Taylor was rubbing and
nuzzling Denise's tits with her face. Taylor was fascinated with tits,
never having any of her own. She sucked and licked all around the fat
nipples, just loving the shit out of the feeling. Her hands grasped
the girl's plump breasts, squeezing and kneading.

Taylor finally had enough. She was ready to move on. She sat up, and
crawled down between Denise's legs. Denise spread wide, knowing what
was next. Taylor surveyed a hairy, mature pussy for the first time,
located the fat little clit, and dropped her mouth onto it. 

Weirdly, Denise's pussy tasted about the same as hers did. She'd
tasted hers, often enough, on her fingertips. She even tried to reach
it a few times, and had always promised herself to get limber enough
to succeed, but she never had. Anyway, she loved the taste of Denise's
pussy as much as she loved her own. Something about pussy, she mused.
Just something about it. Denise writhed and squirmed beneath her, as
she tongued her clit. She whipped Denise into a frenzy, and the other
girl came nicely, bouncing on the bed, and moaning and groaning. A
nice on, Taylor thought.

"Okay... here goes..." Denise finally said, and they traded positions.
Taylor wondered if Denise would feel like a pedophile, eating out her
little ten year old pussy. The other girl did fine, though, tonguing
her clit, and even running her tongue up into Taylor's body. Not as
far as that guy with the little dick had gone, but it still felt good.
Taylor picked this time to start wondering about Darren's dick, if he
had a big one, or a small one. Hmmm, hmmm. What to do, what to do.

Taylor was surprised to feel an orgasm starting. She knew how to have
orgasms, she actually gotten pretty good at it over the years, but she
was surprised to have one this quick. Maybe it was just the overall
sexiness of having a girl eat out her pussy. She lost herself to the
sensations, and let it carry her away. She had a nice long cum.

They just lay on top of the covers, after that, and held each other.
Taylor kept thinking of things to say, but she kept her mouth shut,
Denise seemed to be a thousand miles away. Finally they burrowed
beneath the blankets, and slept.





Taylor was afraid Denise would be embarrassed the next morning, but
she didn't seem to be. They got ready, and met the group in the front
office, where the taxis were. The day passed quick enough, they got
the boring work shit over with, and everybody hurried back to the
motel to make the most of their last night at the beach.

Darren formally asked Taylor to have dinner with him, and she did, in
the restaurant. They finally walked back out on the beach, holding
hands already. They talked, and she found herself telling him more and
more of the dark parts of her life, of the disadvantages and the
sorrows that she'd experienced. He seemed sympathetic, and concerned.
Shit, she thought, what if it turns out he's Mr. Right, and he has an
enormous... dick... I guess I could just blow him for the rest of our
lives...

An hour later they were back in front of her room, and she was saying
goodnight.

"Darren, lean down," she ordered, and he did. She gave him a quick
peck on the lips, and smiled at his surprise.

"Thanks, thanks for being there, and goodnight," she said, and
unlocked the door and went it.





She told Denise about her evening, and they got ready for bed. She
felt like Denise was wondering if they'd do it again, so she abruptly
went up to the other girl and gave her a long kiss on the lips. "Our
last night together..." she said, and giggled. Denise giggled.

They turned out the lights, and crawled in bed. Yes, Taylor thought,
of course we're gonna make out again. Of fucking course.





Taylor got home, and unpacked. The trip had been fun. She'd learned
some things about herself, and made some good friends. She decided
there wasn't much danger of her being gay, but she did like to lick
and be licked, even by a girl. It had been fun.





Weirdly, after thinking that to herself, that she wasn't gay, her next
sexual encounter, once again, was with a female. Only... this one was
a little bit different than Denise. 

Taylor had gone to the playground, halfway looking for Mr. Bennett. A
bunch of kids were playing on the monkey bars and stuff, and just for
old time's sake, she joined them. One of them, a big girl, almost a
head taller than Taylor, seemed to really like her. They finally left
the others, and walked around and talked. Taylor tried not to deceive
the girl too much, most of the stuff she told about herself was true,
just ten or fifteen years out of date.

"I got a boyfriend, Craig," the girl said. Her name was Cindi. Taylor
nodded, knowingly. Cindi continued. "He won't do nothin', though, he
says it's wicked."

Taylor laughed at that. "It's not wicked, it's fun," she said.

"Yeah, I guess. How much have you done?" she asked Taylor. Taylor was
mildly scandalized to be discussing sex with a ten-year old. Still, it
was fun.

"A lot, I guess. I been licked, and I licked... one. Until the stuff
squirted out of it." She wondered if she'd have to explain to Cindi.
About semen and stuff.

"Oh, gaw..." the girl seemed impressed. "I heard 'bout that."

Taylor was suddenly seized with an idea. A truly delightfully wicked
idea.

"Cindi," she said. "You ever had a cum?"

"A cum? What's that?"

"When somebody plays with your... mouse. Down there. It just gets to
feelin' super good and then you tingle all over... it's hard to
explain I guess."

"No... I heard about that, though. I think I know what you mean."

"Girls can give them to each other. Or guys. You just lick them, down
there... on their mouses..."

"Does it taste bad?" Cindi asked. Taylor shook her head. "Naw, it's
not bad. It's fun," she replied.

"Is is wicked? To do it with girls?" Cindi asked. 

"No more than with boys. It's what adults do all the time. It's sex!"

It took a few more minutes of convincing before Cindi finally summoned
up her courage, and said, "Okay, let's find a place..."

Taylor took her through the woods to her and Mr. Bennett's favorite
spot. They'd never been interrupted, here. 

"What do I do?" Cindi asked, unsure of herself. Taylor took the girl
in her arms, holding her, and kissed her soundly on the lips.

"Girlfrand," she said, "just pull your shorts and panties off, and lay
down. I'll take care of the rest."

Cindi slowly slid her shorts down, and then her panties. She stood
before Taylor shyly. Taylor motioned to the ground, and Cindi slowly
crouched, and then sat on the mossy ground. She finally leaned back as
Taylor nestled inbetween her legs. What a cute little pussy, she
thought. This is gonna be fun.

Cindi's pussy looked just like hers. And she knew that she could cum,
so she figured that Cindi could cum. She went to work, concentrating
on the clit, but licking all around. Damn, she thought, this little
girl tastes good. Salty, sweaty, just plain damn sexy. Cindi was one
tasty little girl. Taylor cautiously licked down her slit and finally
slurped around on the girl's asshole. Cindi obligingly lifted her legs
towards her body to help her, spreading her butt apart. Oh, thought
Taylor, that is divine. I always thought assholes were nasty, but this
one is divine. The ridged, puckered skin of the girl's anus turned her
on immensely.

She finally stopped playing around, and concentrated on the girl's
clit. Cindi finally did cum, and an exhausting few minutes, and Taylor
was gratified. She slowed and finally stopped, and help the girl sit
up.

"There, now, wasn't that fun?" she asked, and Cindi nodded.

"That was... pretty fun," she said. "I think it made me need to pee."

"Well, pee then," said Taylor, laughing. The other girl squatted, and
shot a yellow stream of urine into the mossy ground. She finally
helped Cindi get dressed. She had half-way hoped that Cindi would want
to lick her pussy, but, she told herself, maybe next time. 

They wandered out of the woods, and back to the playground. Cindi
seemed kind of bemused, or something. Taylor just laughed at her. She
figured she'd probably been the same way, the first time she'd sucked
Mr. Bennett's cock. She hoped she'd introduced Cindi to a wider world
than the girl had known before. She didn't want to turn her into a sex
maniac, but she wanted her to know about pleasure, about the things
her body could do for her.





Taylor was a little surprised and even miffed that Darren hadn't
called her since they returned from the beach. She saw him
occasionally at work, but he was in another department. When she saw
Denise, who worked in his department, Denise said, "Oh, no, all he's
talked about since we got back is you." So, she thought, maybe he's
just a slow mover. Still, damn, it's been two weeks now.





She finally met Mr. Bennett at the park. She'd been looking for him
for the last few days, and finally, there he was on his usual bench.

"Well, hi, darlin'," he said, as she sat beside him. She smiled her
sunniest little girl smile at him. She was horny. She wanted something
for herself. She didn't want to just give, she wanted to get also.

"Mr. Bennett, where do you live," she asked him, and he said the name
of an apartment building fairly close to hers. She nodded.

"Can we go there? To your place? Can we be alone there?" she asked,
and he nodded thoughtfully, staring at her. They rose, and walked
towards the park exit.





He had a nice place, she could tell. Her estimation of him rose,
substantially. Tell me again, she wondered, why you were jacking off
looking at little girls in the park? She didn't say anything out loud,
though.

"Mr. Bennett," she said, once they were indoors and the door safely
locked. "I wanted to come here because... I want more than just to
suck you. I want you to suck me, too."

He smiled and nodded. This was turning out way better than he'd dared
to hope. He'd imagined this moment many times since he'd met the girl,
but he hadn't wanted to rush her. And now his dream was coming true.

Taylor wondered again if he'd still like her if he found out she was
twenty-four years old, instead of ten. She figured he'd still like her
some, at least. She knew that old pervs like him loved her innocence,
though, and she wasn't about to tell him how much experience she'd
gotten, lately. Although... he might like hearing about that deal with
Cindi...

"Darling," he said. "I'd love nothing more than to suck on your
sweetness. I love you more than life itself. Nothing would please me
more."

She smiled at him. She slowly stripped for him, pulling her blouse
over her head, and stepping out of her skirt. She slowly pulled her
panties down, and gave him his first glimpse of her girlhood. She
looked at him, and hoped he didn't fall over dead of a heart attack.
He seemed to be enjoying himself, immensely. At least he would die
happy, if he did.

She looked around. There was a couch, and she went over to it, and lay
back on it, draping her bottom off the seat, slightly. She pulled her
knees up to her chest, and spread her legs, giving him a complete view
of her beauty. He slowly approached, savoring her, and carefully got
down on his knees. She almost thought he was saying grace for a
moment, but he was just drinking in her fabulousness. He finally put
his face down to her sweet cunt, and began licking.

Taylor knew she tasted good. She tasted herself often enough to know
that. And she hadn't had a shower since yesterday morning. She knew
she was aromatic, and fantastic. She'd be licking it, if she could
reach it. She knew he was having a good time. She hoped she was making
some of his dreams come true.

There's not much else to say about that afternoon. She spent a good
three hours at his apartment, and he pretty much licked every square
inch of her body. She finally got him to get his cock out, and he
rubbed her sweet cunt with it, pushing aside her pussy lips, rubbing
her clit, and all the way down to her asshole. He finally came,
splashing semen all over her cunt, and they both giggled, and she
scooped it up and swallowed all that she could. She licked the end of
his dick clean, and thirty minutes later he was hard enough to do it
all again.

He knew, and she knew, there was no way his big cock would fit in her
little pussy, but she encouraged him to push it in a little ways, at
least, until it began to hurt. He came again, then, pistoning his
semen into her body, and she came as he frigged her clit.

They finally finished it up, and she told him she needed to run along.
He bowed before her, worshiping her, and she giggled, and pulled him
up and kissed him.

"Until next time?" she said, and he nodded seriously. "Until next
time." He let her out, and she ran home, feeling happy and satisfied.
Her life was going just fine, she felt. She got home, and checked her
phone, and there was Darren's number, finally. It's just gonna get
better from here, she thought. Just gonna get better.





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