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Title:     Want Some Candy,Little Girl?
Author:    MeatBot
Keywords:  intergen, cons, 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, even though this medical condition exists, I saw a
show on A&E about a girl that had it. 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. Some strange, and some not so strange.
Taylor May had one of the strangest. Due to an endocrine system
failure, 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 about 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 clothing 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 it.

Taylor's clothes were a difficulty, also. 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 job 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 ten year olds, 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  dirty 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 a perv like him would jump at the
opportunity to show his cock off 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.

He slowly slid the paper down his lap, 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 was not 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.

"No, of course not. 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, following. Finally they were
in the trees, she had entered at another point than he did, but she
caught up with him quickly. 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
straight out from his body. She took a step forward, not sure what to
do from here.

"Touch it," he said. "Touch it if you want, 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 scruffy 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, smiling. 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 taken 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 any more, 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, loving 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 put his now-soft
cock back in his pants. He held a hand down to her, and helped her
rise, and then he squatted and brushed off some sticks and twigs that
had stuck to her knees. 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. Before the week was out she met him again,
and they walked back into the woods. She sucked him way longer than
the first time, and 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 way the world worked. She had
no idea there were so many perverts out there. She wondered why, now,
so many of these guys showed up. I probably just wouldn't have noticed
him, before, she thought.

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 rooms. 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. She realized it was hard for him to reach her clit,
and she finally placed her left leg up on his shoulder, allowing her
to spread her legs widely while still standing up. She wished there
was a place where she could lay down, and really spread her legs wide.
This was very enjoyable.

His hands were on her little ass, squeezing and kneading. That felt
good, too. He probed into her crack, feeling for her asshole. She
crooked her leg, and pulled him against her body harder. 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. She knew
that she often pooped out turds way bigger around than his finger, it
was just a matter of relaxation. 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, fun, 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. She wished she
could have came, but there just wasn't time.

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

"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 eagerly 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, 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 stuffed 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. She wondered
what the man had done with her panties, if he was sniffing them right
now, or jacking off in them. Her pussy twitched again, that quick, and
her finger went back down below the covers.





The last guy had frightened her a little bit, with his initial
intensity. The next time she got lucky, and got a nice guy. It was a
Saturday night, and she was bored. Bored, and horny. She sat around
the house, and even wiggled her finger on her clit for a little while,
but that just didn't do it any more. She knew what she wanted. She
wanted a tongue on her clit again. That had become her new favorite
thing.

She finally put on some kid clothes, a blouse emblazoned with a
cartoon-character, and a short school-girl looking skirt. On a whim,
she stripped her panties down her legs, and it felt sexy to think
about walking around town bare, down below. The first guy that acts
half-way interested has got this bitch, she thought. 

She walked down the plaza to McDerp's, and ordered a small burger and
a tea. She sat on an elevated stool at a long table in the middle of
the restaurant, and ate. Her eyes rose, to see a man sitting alone at
at booth right across from her. He had just been bending over to pick
something up from the floor, a napkin he'd dropped. His face was
turned towards her as he rose, and she realized, with a shock, that he
was trying to look up her skirt.

Goddam shit fire, she thought. They are everywhere. Well, thank
goodness for that. When you need a perv, you don't have to look far.
His eyes met hers, finally, and he looked embarrassed. Made you! she
thought, laughing to herself. She just smiled broadly at him. Maybe
he'd take the hint. He didn't though, he just turned back and
continued eating. She looked at him critically. He was maybe a bit
younger than Mr. Bennett, nice features, fairly slim and probably
fairly attractive for an old fart. He was good enough for her.

She spread her legs wide, and inched her skirt up her legs until she
knew he could see beneath her skirt. She didn't know if there was
enough light for him to see everything, but she figured he could tell
she wasn't wearing any panties. At least she hoped he could. She
looked around to make sure nobody else was noticing. Nobody seemed to
be. People, she thought. So unaware. Lost in their own little worlds.

She kept her eyes down, but from her peripheral vision she could see
him looking at her, and looking again. She hoped she was giving him a
good show. He squirmed about on his seat, and she wondered if his dick
was hard and cramped in his pants. You'll be able to get that thing
out, she thought, if my plan works.

She finished her burger, and sat there, now staring intently at him.
He finally felt her gaze, and cautiously turned his head. She crooked
her finger to him in the universal "come here" symbol, and jumped down
off her stool. She walked to the back of the restaurant, where the
bathrooms were. She didn't have long to wait. Here he came.

She looked around. No one was close. Good. He approached her, and
finally stood before her. He just looked at her, he didn't say
anything.

"I got a problem, will you help me?" she said, and motioned to the
family restroom, the one for people with babies or parents of opposite
sexes than their kids. He just stood and stared. She went in the
bathroom, and stood in the door, waiting.

He finally looked all around, to reassure himself that no one was
noticing.

"Little girl, where's your mother?" he asked softly.

"She's at home. I come here by myself all the time," she said, equally
softly.

"What do you want of me?" he asked.

She thought quickly. She just had to get him in the room, and the door
locked. She knew she could do the rest, after that. She finally said,
"The elastic in my panties was pinchin' me, so I took them off. Can
you look at them?"

He gulped, visibly. She knew the hook was set, with the word
"panties". She knew what pervs liked. He finally followed her into the
room, and she closed and locked the door. She prayed to herself that
he was as nice as he looked.

She turned to him, and said softly, "I'm sorry to lie to you... I
don't have any panties, I left them at home. What I really want is for
you to lick me... down there..."

All color fled from the man's face. He brought his hand up to his
mouth, and she could see he was trembling.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble?" he said, his voice still low.
She could tell he was just seconds from bolting for the door.

"No!" she said urgently. "You just looked like a nice guy. And I saw
you trying to peek at my panties. I just want my pussy licked.
Please?"

He gulped again. He looked around, as if somebody else might be in the
room with them. She turned and saw the changing table. Damn, it was
pretty high up there, though. She turned back to him.

"Lift me up on that," she said, nodding at the table. He finally took
a step forward, and gripped her waist, and easily lifted her to the
table. Good, good, she thought.

It was deep enough that she could lean against the wall, and her
bottom was hanging over the edge slightly. She watched his face as she
lifted her skirt up and exposed her little cunt. He just almost melted
then, his whole body slumped, and he stared hungrily at her. She knew
at that moment that she owned him totally.

"Come on, lick me!" she said. She spread her legs as wide as she
could, and reached down and spread her little pussy for him, showing
him her clit. He took a faltering step forward, and then another. He
slowly bowed his head, stopping three inches from her sweet cunt. He
closed his eyes and drew a hard breath in through his nose, smelling
her. She knew she smelled good. Wait 'til you taste it, she thought.

His tongue felt good, immediately. He put it right on her clit, and
licked hard, for the longest time. She felt, that quick, the familiar
tightness in her legs that meant she was going to cum. He went down
along her cunt lips, and ended up on her asshole. She wiggled and
scooted forward some more, to give him more room, and grasped her ass
cheeks in her hands, spreading them apart so he could get in there. He
pressed his tongue into her ass. Oh, she thought, that feels good. She
relaxed as hard as she could, and felt his tongue inside her body. She
knew she was turning him on. She saw his arms moving, and knew that he
was getting his cock out of his pants. Good, she thought. Good.

He finally went back to her clit, and within a minute she finally had
the orgasm she'd hoped for. Damn, she thought, that was a good one,
too. She was panting for breath, now, and as she came down from her
high he just kept on smashing her clit with his tongue. Goddam, she
thought, goddam that fucking feels good. Holy shit goddam.

Five or six minutes later, she had another one. Shit, she thought,
this motherfucker is good. He knew what girls liked. Her legs were
trembling, now, and she was really gasping for breath. She felt like
she'd been running or something. The intensity of the whole experience
was turning her on, the thrill of getting away with something. She
wondered if anybody was outside, waiting for them to get through. She
hoped not.

After the second one, she pushed his head away from her. He looked at
her, surprised. "Get me down," she said, and he complied, picking her
body up and standing her on the floor. She dropped on down to her
knees, and seized his cock with her eager hands.

He looked surprised. And she was surprised, his cock was big, maybe
even bigger than Mr. Bennett's. A nice one, she though. A goddam nice
one. 

"Darlin'," he said. "Have you done this before?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Just once," she said. "To my daddy.
But he said I couldn't do it to him no more."

She secretly amused herself with her lies. She couldn't imagine
sucking her dad's cock any more than she could imagine her mom sucking
a cock, period. Crazy. But she knew shit like that turned perverts on.
She figured she was right, this guy smiled dreamily and nodded.

She gulped his cock into her mouth, and slid down the length of it, as
far as she could go. Damn, she though, this fucker has a fat cock. Her
jaw almost hurt. She began to pump in and out, moving her head,
sucking hard. She wondered how long it would take him to cum. She
fondled his soft balls, loving the feeling of them. She circled the
top of his sack with her fingers, feeling his fat balls below, and
wiggled them. When I'm done, she thought, I'm putting these in my
mouth, just for the hell of it.

He went longer than she thought he would. She felt the cap of his cock
expand, the harder she sucked. Remember this, she told herself,
remember this feeling. Remember the power you have over these fuckers.
You are the queen, the cocksucking queen.

He finally touched her on the head, and grunted softly. She figured
that meant he was going to cum. Sure enough, within a few seconds a
flood of sperm poured from the end of his cock. Again, and again. She
gulped and swallowed, but some of it still ran down her chin and out
the corners of her mouth. Damn, he came a lot. She was still holding
his balls, and she was surprised they didn't shrink. His prostate
finally stopped twitching, and he sighed deeply, satisfied.

She finally slurped the length of his cock, cleaning it as best she
could. She let it drop, and sat back, and smiled up at him. He finally
smiled, and he gently helped her to her feet. Damn, she thought, I
forgot to suck his balls. Maybe next time.

"Darlin'," he said, "Thank you. Thank you greatly. Do you come here
often?"

"Yeah," she said, thinking. "Come back next Saturday night, eightish.
I might be here. But next time you'll have to buy me a burger first."

He nodded, and put away his cock. He took a paper towel, and wiped her
chin, and then mopped up the sperm that had spilled on the floor. They
walked to the door, and he unlocked it. They walked out into the
restaurant, and she was relieved to see that nobody appeared to even
notice. What the hell, she thought, they'd just think he was my dad.
Or grandfather.

That was it. It was over. She almost wished it had gone on a little
longer. They went outside, and he thanked her again. She watched him
get in a car, and she waved as he drove off. She knew he was hooked on
her, though. She knew he'd sure as fuck be back here in a week. And
she knew she'd be here.





A few weeks later, a scarey one did happen. And the worst part was, by
now she knew better. But, this time she didn't really go looking for
it, it just happened. Still, though it was dangerous, she felt like
she had some control over her situation. She knew she had something
these guys wanted bad. But, like Mr. Bennett had warned her, she also
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.

"C'mere," 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 backside of 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 rooms. 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 is!" 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. She figured he
wanted her to be an innocent little girl, not an experienced
cocksucker.

"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.

For a reply, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. The whole
thing, this time. 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 to you."

"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, grow up, shithead. She bent back down to
his cock. But at least he didn't squeeze her any more.

He let her suck for a long time, 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 knew she had something he wanted. 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 her shoulder and around her legs and threw her
body up on the stack. She was about waist height, now. 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 stuck his finger in his mouth, 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 pretty 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 even really gotten
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 nothin'. You're just a kid."

"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. He's kinda hot."

"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 good friend, one of the few I've got... what
are you saying?"

"I'm saying... we're here, all alone 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 had 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. She played
and played, while Denise giggled.

Finally, though, 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. It was
fascinating to her. She located the fat little clit, and wiggled her
finger on it, getting a sigh of satisfaction from Denise. She played
for a little while longer, sticking her finger in Denise's pussy, and
even touching the little rosebud of her asshole. She finally found the
girl's clit again, and dropped her mouth onto it. 

Not surprisingly, 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 one, Taylor thought.

She licked her way down the length of the girl's pussy to her asshole.
She wasn't worried, she knew Denise had just taken a shower. That one
perv licked my asshole, she thought, so I might as well try it too. It
was sexier than she'd thought it would be, she could feel the little
puckered mouth beneath her tongue, and she felt her pussy getting wet
as she thought about what she was doing. This is sexier than fuck, she
thought, even though shit comes out of there, this is sexier than
fuck.

She finally wandered back up to Denise's clit, and pounded it with her
tongue. Well, flicked it, really. Denise had a nice fat clit, twice as
big as her own, and she loved the feeling of it in her mouth. And the
taste. Fuck. She loved the shit out of the taste. Denise finally came
again, her whole body trembling and shaking. After that they just lay
there for a while.

"Okay... here goes nothin'..." Denise finally said, and they traded
positions. Taylor wondered if Denise would feel like a pedophile,
eating out her little ten year old cunt. 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 that soon. 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.





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, down there, 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 delightful, 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. You just lick them, down there...
on their mouses..."

"Does it taste bad?" Cindi asked. Taylor shook her head. "Naw, it
tastes good. It's fun," she replied.

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

"No more than with boys. It's what grown-ups 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, after 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. Taylor 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 almost 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, Taylor noticed. 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."

Taylor 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 again.

Both he 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. Later she let him push it into her
sweet little asshole, and he could get most of the head of it in
before she had him stop. That was enough. He was ecstatic. Just that
much felt pretty goddammed good. He came again, then, pumping a tiny
ways in and out, pistoning his semen into her body, and she came as he
frigged her clit.

They finally finished it up, and Taylor ran to his bathroom and pooped
his sperm out, both of them giggling, and then he wiped her bottom for
her. She finally 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, as she dialed him back. Just gonna get
better.





Part Two





Taylor's life had lapsed into a comfortable routine. She went out with
Darren on Friday night and often Saturday night, and greatly enjoyed
his company. She felt like they were slowly getting to know each
other, and the pace of it satisfied her. He was a deep thinker, and a
methodical mover, but she felt like she really understood him. Plus,
she realized, she had secret parts of her life that she wasn't ready
to give up, and couldn't comfortably share with him. She felt
deceptive at times, but... she just wasn't ready to stop being a bad
girl. It had taken her so long to discover her ability to be bad, and
she wasn't ready to give it up.

She still met Mr. Bennett at least once a week, either at the park or
at his apartment. Often twice a week, and more. Once, during a
tumultuous period at work when she was stressed to the max, every day,
but she felt like that had become a bit exhausting on him, though he
seemed to love it. She had a very strange relationship with him, a
relationship that was purely sexual. He'd never asked about her
family, or any private information about her, not even what grade she
might be in. She wondered, at times, if he had realized that she
wasn't the little girl she pretended to be with him, but she was
willing to play the game the way he liked to play it.

On Saturday night, often Saturday afternoons when she was going out
with Darren, she met Robert Blakely at McDerp's for a quick pussy lick
and blow job. He was as steady as clockwork, and he seemed to be
entranced with her, still. He brought her gifts, a nice necklace, and
a ring that he had claimed was his grandmother's. Once he had rented a
room in a no-tell motel and they'd spent the afternoon licking and
sucking, and they planned on doing it again. It was great fun for her,
it was so relaxing to just be mindlessly wicked, and lay back while a
man licked her cunt for three hours. She loved it.

Taylor had a doctor's appointment today. She still went to the same
doctor that she had years ago, when she was a kid. He was very
familiar with her, and her fairly rare medical situation. He greeted
her warmly, examined her perfunctorily, since, as he was sure of,
there was nothing really wrong with her except that physically she was
still a little girl. He talked with her at length, as he usually did.
He was very interested in her, and how her life was going. Some of his
questions seemed more psychological than medical to her, for instance
he asked her if she engaged in any high-risk behavior, that kind of
thing.

She thought a moment, and gave a little laugh. "Yes, actually I do..."
she said, feeling a bit wicked, and almost wanting to shock the good
doctor. She just got so tired sometimes of people expecting her to act
like a little girl because she looked like a little girl. He didn't,
but she still wanted to shock him.

"Doctor McKinzie... since I have become... sexually active I often
find myself getting into... unsafe situations. I know a lot of it is
because people think I'm a little girl, and I often let them think
that... I'm not sure I can explain..."

He thought a moment. "Well," he said, "If it works for you, I
understand. But try to be cautious about putting yourself at risk.
Don't let yourself get into these situations, if you can help it. It
would be terrible if something happened to you."

He took his notepad and scribbled a name on it. "This is a good friend
of mine, a psychiatrist. I know you have been to shrinks before... but
this man is different. He is young, and some of his methods are...
very cutting edge. He might be able to help you."

She took the paper and thanked him, and left. She wondered what
possessed her to say all that to him. Although, he had seemed to be
understanding, and helpful. She'd give the guy a try, just to see what
he said.





One Sunday afternoon Taylor was walking down the sidewalk, a ways out
of her usual haunts. She'd been to a new store she'd heard about, and
she thought the walk would do her good. A car pulled up beside her,
and idled along, keeping pace with her. She finally looked over at it.
A fairly young boy was driving it, he looked like he was still a high
school kid. What the fuck does he want, she thought. It was a little
public of a place for a kidnapping or drive-by.

"Are you lost, little girl?" he said, when his window had rolled down.
She laughed.

"Hardly. I live a dozen blocks that way." She pointed ahead.

"Can I give you a ride?" he asked. "I'd hate to see something happen
to you out here. This is not a good part of town."

It was a perfectly fine part of town, she thought. But, whatever.

"Sure." she finally said, stopping and staring at him. He seemed like
a perfectly normal kid, and she hoped he wasn't a rapist or a serial
killer. Although, she thought, the mood I'm in now, I wouldn't mind a
rapist that much. This is exactly the kind of high-risk behavior that
Doctor McKinzie was talking about, she told herself. Getting into a
car with a stranger.

She opened the door and climbed in, at sat. He pulled away from the
curb.

"I have three little sisters," the kid said. "I just know I'd hate to
see them out walking alone like that."

"My name it Taylor," she said. "You are?..."

"Bob. Bob Thurman."

"Bob," she said, feeling comfortable with him already. "I have a
confession to make."

"Okay..." he said.

"I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-four years old. I just look like a
little girl. But, thanks for the ride."

She wondered if he'd believe her. He looked at her, looked back to the
road, and looked at her again. This is the first time I've told it to
somebody like that, she mused, somebody who has mistaken me for a kid.
Usually I just let them think that. Let's see how it works out.

"For real?" he finally said, kind of laughing.

"For real." she said. She drew her driver's license out of her pocket.
She always carried it for identification, although she never drove.
She could barely reach the pedals in a normal car. She handed it too
him, and at the next stoplight he looked at it.

"Oh, jeezus," he said. "That is just too cool."

She laughed. "What is cool about it? It sucks most of the time."

"I mean... you get to still be a kid... will you be like that
forever?"

"As far as I know. And, like I said, most of the time it sucks."

"Well, I'm jealous, at least." They both laughed. Let him wish, she
thought. He'd get his fill pretty quick, like I have. She thought,
although, all in all, I'm pretty satisfied with my life, as it's going
now. Most things were working out, now. She no longer felt left out of
life. My whole attitude has changed, she thought, since I started
fucking around.

She looked at the boy. He was about normal size, maybe a bit small.
She guessed his age to be sixteen or seventeen. He wasn't a giant, at
least. She wondered about the size of his penis. She thought, yeah,
I'd do that. Once again, the mood I'm in? The mood I'm always in? I'd
do it.

She directed him to her building, and he pulled up in a parking place.
They sat for a moment. My mind is made up, she thought. "Do you wanna
come in for a while?" she asked.

He kind of recoiled at that. She could see him thinking. Finally, he
said, "I guess... I guess so."

He was silent in the elevator. She wondered how much it really
bothered him that she was twenty four. She wondered if she came onto
him hard, if all he'd be able to think of was his little sisters.
Well, she thought, I'll give it a try. See what works out. If it don't
work out, nothing lost.

He sat gingerly on her couch, and she fetched two Pepsis from the
fridge. They made small talk, for a while. She found out he was still
in high school, in tenth grade. That's about sixteen, she thought.
Just about right. She wondered about his level of sexual experience.

"You got a girlfriend?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"I did, but she bailed."

"Aww, too bad. But, life goes on."

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah."

"Bob," she turned to him. "I invited you up here for a very specific
reason."

"He looked positively scared at that. She laughed to herself.

"What is it?" he finally said.

"I want to seduce you, and steal your innocence. I want to make love
to you." she said.

He just stared at her for the longest time. She stared back. She
wondered if he'd get up and leave. He almost seemed scared of her.
That's a first, she thought.

"Are you for real?" he finally asked.

"As real as it gets. Are you really that innocent? Have you ever...
fucked before?" she said.

He turned red at that one. "No..." he finally admitted. "Me and Becky
almost did it... but we didn't have a place."

"Well, I got a place. Come on, let's have a little fun. I'll show you
what you need to know. It's pretty simple, really."

"This is for real. You are for real. You are really twenty four, and
you wanna have sex with me? I'm only sixteen."

"Shit, age doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is... well, if
you're gonna fuck me, the size of your dick matters. I can't take in
monsters."

He colored again. "I'm not a... monster. I've just... average."

"Good," she said. "Average is good, I think."

"Bob." she leaned into him. "I'll be honest with you. I've only ever
really been fucked once by one guy before, and he had a really small
dick. This will kind of be as new to me as it is to you. Are you
willing to try?"

"Hell yeah... if you really want me to."

"Yeah," she said, looking at him and laughing. "Yeah, I really want
you to."





It took her five minutes to get him undressed. He was pretty shy. He
finally stood before her, equally as naked as she was. She was very
satisfied with the size of his cock. He most certainly wasn't a giant,
but he wasn't a midget either. I think I can, she thought. I think I
can, I think I can.

His cock was hard, and it stood out nicely from his body. Of course
he's hard, she thought, he's a teenaged boy. If the wind blew on it,
it'll get hard. But she took it as a good sign, maybe she turned him
on that much. Maybe I turn him on as much as I turn on dirty old men,
she thought.

They were in her bedroom. She wished she had something other than a
little twin size mattress, now. She climbed on the bed, and motioned
him to come on up. He did. They finally touched, and he felt good on
her. Nice and warm, and smooth. Most of the guys she'd fucked around
with in the past had been hairy old men, and this one felt nice. She
cuddled up in his arms, and they just held each other for a while. She
could feel him trembling slightly, and she wondered again what he was
thinking, to be here, in bed with someone almost ten years older than
himself. A little girl, almost ten years older than him.

"Bob..." she said. "It don't bother you that I look like a little
girl, does it? For real?"

"No, it doesn't at all..." he said. He almost seemed puzzled. "it's
kinda... sexy... dunno why..."

Maybe your a sixteen year old pedophile, she thought, giggling to
herself, but she didn't say anything out loud.

She finally touched her lips to his, gently. He kissed well, and she
was satisfied. He lay back, and she crawled up on top of him. She felt
his hard cock poke her inside her leg, right beside her cunt. You wait
your turn, she thought.

They kissed and kissed. She finally took one of his hands and placed
it on her rear, and he began to rub and stroke her ass. It felt good
to her, it was something that she'd had done rarely to her. Usually
it's just a lick and a blow, she thought. This is fun.

He finally had both his hands on her ass. He kneaded and spread it,
and she felt his fingers creeping closer and closer to her asshole.
Yes, she thought, go here.

"I'm sorry I don't have tits for you to play with," she whispered, and
he snorted.

"There's more to it than just tits," he said. How nice of him, she
thought. Trying to make me feel good.

He finally rubbed her sweaty little asshole, and it felt good. He
played around for a while, and then slid his fingers down into her
cunt. He toyed with her tiny pussy lips for a while, and then stroked
and rubbed her clit. Oh, that felt good. She could feel her legs
trembling already. He put his finger right on her clit, and smashed it
against her body. Jeezus, she thought, that fucking feels good.

She bucked and rode him, and he squeezed her ass with one hand and
fingered her clit with the other. She finally came, a good hard one.
He seemed surprised at that, and she giggled. You did that, she told
him mentally. You made that happen.

She finally turned, and sat astride his body, facing his feet. She
took his cock in her mouth, this time feeling the bottom of it on the
top of her mouth. It was fun for her to try something new. She lay
down on his stomach, and sucked the whole length of his cock into her
mouth. She knew it would feel good. She just hoped he could keep from
coming for a while. She wanted to do this for a good long time.

She scooted down even further, inching her ass towards his head.
Finally, she was far enough for him, and she felt his tongue right in
her asshole. She was surprised at his age that he was willing to do
that, that seemed more like something a pervy old man would want to
do. Still, it felt damn good.

She could tell he was going to cum pretty quick. Shit, she thought.
But, he was young, he should have a quick recovery time. She could let
him go ahead and cum, and then in thirty minutes or so she could fuck
him proper. Maybe it would help him to fuck for a long time, she
thought.

"I'm gonna... do it..." he groaned, trying warn her. She just laughed,
and sucked all the harder. He did cum, then, filling her mouth,
sighing and moaning. She could feel his tongue, stabbing into her
asshole. She licked and slurped all his cum up, loving it.

They cuddled for a long time, and she almost napped. Finally, she
thought, it's time to start this bitch up again. She grasped his penis
and jacked it a few times, and was gratified to feel it hardening. He
laughed at her and just shook his head. She knew she was blowing his
mind. A nasty sexy little girl, she thought. That's what he sees me
as. Hell, that's what I am. That's why.

She sucked him a while, feeling him harden well in her mouth. She
finally crawled off him and went to the bathroom. All she could find
was a bottle of baby oil, and she brought it back with her. She stood
beside the bed, and dribbled some into her hand, and grasped his cock
again. She pumped it, coating it with the baby oil.

"Shit," he said. "That feels intense," she just laughed. She crawled
up onto the bed, and leaned back. She dribbled some baby oil right
into her little cunt, wanting to lube it up good. She wanted this to
be fun, not to hurt.

She lay back, and he crawled over on top of her. This is way better
than last time. It's gonna be way better. That stupid fuck, last time.
I didn't even get to cum. This kid will be polite, and let me cum a
time or two first. She knew he would.

She finally felt the head of his cock on her pussy. She reached down
and situated it the way she wanted it, and nodded to him. He began to
gently push into her body. It didn't hurt, at first, but it got more
and more insistent. Finally she asked him to stop, and he dutifully
did. She just lay there for a while, relaxing, hoping her cunt would
expand some. It seemed to, and finally she motioned for him to go. She
was surprised to finally feel his hips against her, and she knew that
he was in all the way. She felt stretched to the max, almost to the
point of pain, but not quite. She finally knew that it was going to
work. I can take a normal man, she thought. Good.

He gently pulled out, and pushed into her again. A wave of pleasure
washed over her. Damn, that felt good. Do that again, she thought.
Fuckin' do that again.

He did it a lot of more times. Her first orgasm caught her by
surprise, and just washed her away. She came back down, and he was
still pumping away.

"Thank you, Bob," she said, and he laughed. "That was very enjoyable.
Keep goin'."

He fucked her for a long, long time. She felt like it had been a good
idea to suck him off at first, and get the urgency out of him. She
came again, harder this time, shaking and trembling, and goose bumps
broke out all over her body. She loved the feeling of it. You can come
over and do this any time, she thought. Not bad for a first timer, not
bad at all.

She almost thought she was going to have a third, but he couldn't
contain himself any longer, and he came. They lay exhausted,
afterwards, sweat drying on their bodies. She did nap, for a little
while, and woke up in his arms.

"Darlin'," he said. "I'm sorry but I gotta go. I gotta go to work
tonight. But thank you, thank you for everything."

"It was my pleasure," she said, laughing.

He got dressed, and so did she. She gave him her phone number, and
watched with satisfaction as he entered it into his phone. She
realized how complicated her life was getting, and she asked him to
give her a week or two before he called again. He nodded. She saw him
out, and lay on the couch, exhausted.





Darren called her that night, which was odd for a Sunday. Usually he
spent Sunday evening at his parent's house. He wanted to go to a
movie, though, so she got ready, and he picked her up promptly at six
thirty. The movie was long and boring, and finally she crawled into
his lap, giggling, and he held her like a little girl. This has some
advantages, she thought.

They got some sushi, and then ended up back at her place. Damn, she
thought, six hours ago I got the shit fucked out of me, and I'm horny
again. Shit. They sat on the couch, and she curled up, her head in his
lap. TV was as boring as the movie, and finally she sat up.

"Darren. I want to show you something I just discovered the other
day." She grabbed the remote, and thumbed it up to a channel high
above the usual channels. Suddenly the screen filled up with a
close-up of a gigantic cock, spurting semen.

"I got a porn channel," she said, "and I don't even have to pay for
it."

She carefully watched his reaction. This will tell me something about
him, she thought. He didn't seem as horrified as she thought he'd be.
She knew he was kind of anal about messes and sticky liquids, and she
thought semen probably turns his stomach a bit. Instead he just sat
for a few moments, and watched.

"That is not real," he finally said. "That is trick photography or
something. Nobody can go for that long."

"Yeah, I thought that too," she said, laughing. She left it on the
channel. The guy was chatting up a girl now. She knew that the fucking
would start pretty quickly.

"Darren..." she finally said. It's time, she thought, it's just damn
time.

"Yes, dear," he said, giving her his attention.

"Kiss me," she said. There, she thought, that's a good start. We'll
just see what happens.

He just laughed at her, and leaned into her. He gave her a quick
little peck on the cheek.

"You jerk," she said, "That is not even a good start."

They locked lips, and she was finally satisfied. She crawled into his
lap, yet again. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. 

They just kissed, for the next thirty minutes. She was surprised at
herself, that it was enough for her. At the moment, it was.

She felt his hands on her back, around her waist, rubbing her. She had
a thought.

"Darren. Rub my back," she said, and yanked her shirt off. I'm just a
little girl, she thought. I can do that. Although, she realized, it's
the first time he's seen my nipples. My little girl nipples.

It didn't seem to faze him. She lay on his knees, content, and he
rubbed her back. He was good at it. He tickled her, too, and scratched
her with his fingernails. It all felt good. She remembered being a
kid, and her dad doing this too her. It had felt good then, and it
felt good now.

She turned her head, and watched some porn. She figured he was
watching it, too. A couple were fucking furiously. Get it on, get it
on, she thought. Maybe, just maybe, we can try that out.

She was still afraid, when the moment of truth arrived, that Darren
was going to pull down his pants to reveal a massive monster of
man-meat. That would so suck, she thought. All I could do is blow him,
and I've even got a little mouth. Shit. We'll have to see. Tonight
might be the night.

She sat back up, and he closed his arms around her bare chest. That
alone felt good. She pressed her mouth to his. They kissed, and kissed
again.

"Darren," she finally said, "You're sitting with a topless girl on
your lap. What are you going to do now?"

He laughed. He lay her down on he couch, and unbuttoned his shirt, and
took it off. She sat back up, and crawled into his lap. His bare skin
felt good on hers, and she was pleased he was as smooth as Bob Thurman
had been. They kissed yet some more. She finally slowly reached down
and unsnapped her jeans, knowing he could tell what she was doing. She
just left them like that, and finally he slowly, oh so slowly touched
her on her waistband. She felt him slowly begin to walk her jeans down
her hips.

Finally, finally at last she sat on his lap in only a pair of pink
little girl panties. They even had cartoons on them, but she knew that
just made them look cute.

She felt his tentative touch on her ass. Finally his two big hands
were wrapped around her little ass. Damn, it felt good. He squeezed,
and squished her butt around. Why does that feel so goddam good, she
wondered.

"Taylor," he stopped moving, and spoke. Oh shit, she thought.

"Taylor, I don't want to go any further than your willing to go,
tonight. You have to set the pace, okay? I don't want our relationship
to suffer because I was too... impulsive."

She just laughed. "Darren, dearest... it couldn't suffer, no matter
what. This is progressing nicely. Let's just let... nature take it's
course. Okay?"

"Whatever you say. And thank you."

"Oh, thank you," she said, laughing at him. He was so slow and
plodding that she knew years would probably go by, if she didn't do
something now.

Their lips met again. Yes. This was going nicely, she thought.





He left, well after midnight. She lay in her bed, sighing, feeling
like she was floating. That had been great, she thought. Just fucking
great. The moment of truth, as she thought of it, the great
revealing... had gone well. She had nothing to worry about. His dick
had been about the size of the boy from earlier today, maybe a wee bit
longer. She got out the baby oil again, and he slid into her, and just
fucked her little heart out. She came twice, good hard cums, and she
could still feel the afterglow of them. He was good at what he did. He
fucked like he did everything else, slow, careful, and by the book. He
did do something way cool, though, and it was so off the charts if
just blew her mind. While they were fucking, he reached down behind
her and stuck his finger in her little asshole, smearing it first in
some baby oil on the side of her cunt. It just slid right into her
asshole, and it felt wonderful. He wiggled it around when she came,
and she just blew up, totally. She loved the shit out of it. From now
on, she thought. Every time, from now on.

He'd finally kissed her goodnight, and told her he'd see her tomorrow.
You damn sure will, she thought. She set the alarm on her phone, and
drifted off to sleep, happy and contented.





She argued and wrestled with her conscience about what to do about all
her extra-curricular fucking, now that she was involved with Darren.
She didn't know how fair it was to him to still fuck around, and be
going out with him. Well, she told herself, we're not even going
steady yet. We don't own each other, at the moment. I'll start weaning
myself off this other shit, and then when the time comes, it'll be
easy to end it. 

She saw Mr. Bennett that Wednesday, after work. She followed him to
his place, and spent the next few hours getting her pussy licked. She
held his massive cock in her hands, cupping his two chicken-egg balls
in the other, and wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by it.
It would split her in two, she knew. She wondered about her asshole,
though. She had looked down in the toilet before, and seen turds she'd
dropped that were at least as big around as his dick. If it can go
out, she thought, maybe it can go it. The key is relaxation, she knew.

"Mr. Bennett," she said later, in her best little girl voice.

"Yes, dear," he said, raising his face from her sweet little cunt.

"Do you think we could try... to put your weenie in my butt? I know we
have a little ways, but I want to try it all. Think we can?"

"We can try, darling," he said, "but I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll let you know," she said. He stood, and went to the bathroom, and
returned with a large jar of vaseline. He took his pants and briefs
off, rather than just leaving his cock hanging out the zipper hole. He
smeared vaseline all over his dick. She got down on the floor in front
of him, and backed up to him. She was thinking, relax, relax the whole
time. He smeared a large blob of vaseline on her asshole, and she felt
his finger enter her body as he applied it to her.

She put her chest down on the floor, and tried her hardest to relax. 

"Gimme a minute to relax," she told him, and he was content to wait,
staring at her cute little ass, high in the air. He was so in love
with her by now that it was beyond funny, she had no idea, but he'd
even written her into his will, leaving her everything. That was the
only personal question he'd ever asked her, her last name, and that
was why. He loved her more than he thought it was possible to love,
and he treasured each moment he was lucky enough to spend with her.
He'd have loved her just as much if he never even got to touch her,
but getting to do this stuff with her just sent him right over the
edge. He loved her.

Finally, to her surprise, her little asshole gapped open, with a funny
little squishy noise. She knew the instant he touched it it would slam
back shut, though. Still, it was sexy to lay there with her asshole
open. She was glad she'd pooped at work, and got that shit out of the
way.

"Are you ready, dear?" he asked, and she giggled and nodded. Sure
enough, when the head of his dick touched her asshole it puckered
shut, but she hoped it wasn't in massive clamping power mode. She felt
him pushing again her sphincter slowly, insistently. Finally the head
of his cock slid a little ways inside her, and he stopped.

"You okay, darlin'?" he asked, and she nodded. He pushed in a little
more, and she felt her sphincter tighten against him. She willed it
open as hard as she could will. She actually relaxed so much a little
pee dribbled out of her body, and onto the floor. No one noticed, or
cared, though.

He pushed, further and further. It was hurting pretty good now, and
she imagined that this is what it feels like, in reverse, to give
birth. She'd given birth in he past to some pretty big turds, but they
hadn't hurt like this one was. She sighed and pressed her chest
against the floor, not wanting to give up. She could feel him deep
inside of her body. It feels like I need to poop, she thought. My body
doesn't know the difference between a dick and a turd. Silly.

To both their surprises, his hips touched her butt. He was all the way
in. Well, he wasn't that surprised, he knew she was taking him pretty
well. He knew he had a big dick, lots of women in the past had told
him. Some even bitched about it, and some bitched about having it in
their pussy. This little girl, though... this little girl had taken
him right up her poop chute. Amazing. She was the most amazing child
he knew. That a kid like this would be as interested in sex as she
was... that alone was amazing... but that she'd be so into trying new
things, things like anal sex. She just blew his mind totally. 

He'd laid in bed, at night, and thought of her, and wondered about
her. He'd seen signs, at times, that she wasn't exactly what she
represented herself as... her facial features, at times, made her look
more grown-up than a little girl... and he knew that she had almost no
restrictions on her movements, or the time she spent with him...
unlike what almost every other kid in the world would. Either her
parents didn't care in the slightest... or, the thought had occurred
to him, she didn't have parents. And the way she talked, and thought
sometimes... he had a slight suspicion that she was older than ten
years... and to give her credit, she'd never told him her age, not
once. She had actually, honestly never lied to him, he knew... because
she'd never told him anything. Nothing about school, nothing about her
family. As much as he loved her, he really knew nothing about her.

Well, he thought, so be it. If she has secrets, let her keep them.
What I get from her is more than enough, way more than I deserve, more
than I ever dreamed possible. No matter what, she is a sexy little
girl and I love the shit out of her. I don't care if she's sixty,
she's a sexy little girl. 

He slowly pulled his cock out a few inches, and then gently pushed
back in. She sighed, and gasped.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"It did some, but it's pretty much gone now," she said. "Keep going.
Do that, some more, that in and out thing."

She didn't figure she would cum, just from being butt-fucked. She had
a finger on her clit, for that. She pounded and frigged her little
clit, hoping for an orgasm. His dick felt good in her ass, now, it had
pretty much stopped hurting, and it just felt full, now. She crouched
forward a little when he was at the end of his stroke, and felt his
cock almost slide out of her. Oh, she thought, that feels as good as
when I take a big shit. Damn. Let's do that again. And again.

She was tighter than anything he'd ever fucked, in all his years. He
did fuck a dog once, and it was pretty tight. But this girl, damn, she
was tight. Her little asshole was so tight it almost hurt. But it felt
good, damn good, and he knew he was going to cum pretty quickly. He
wanted to cum quickly, he didn't want to do it so long that it started
to hurt for her.

He finally filled her ass with his spunk, a massive orgasm cramping
his legs and making his ass pucker so hard he knew a toothpick
couldn't be driven into it. He felt her coming beneath him as he came
down from his high. He was glad she'd managed to have one, too, he'd
felt her hand jiggling her clit and knew that she was frigging herself
madly.

They finally stopped, and he carefully withdrew his cock from her ass.
She sighed in pleasure on last time, lay there, her ass still in the
air. He kissed her but, one cheek, and then the other, and she laughed
at him. What a perv he was, she thought. She loved him though, she
loved his perviness. She was glad, yet again, that she'd accosted him
that day in the park.

Mr. Bennet finally sat on the couch, exhausted. His legs were still
trembling. And his knees hurt from kneeling on the hard wooden floor.
But, shit, had it ever been worth it. This was the most fun he'd had
in a long time. Well, since last time she'd come over.

He did follow her into the bathroom for the ritual, though. She sat on
the toilet and peed, and squirted an assfull of cum into the bowl.
Damn, she thought, that feels as good as actually taking a crap. He
leaned over her and wiped her little bottom for her, cleaning the
sticky sperm from her ass. That quick, again, he felt a stirring from
his dick. Damn, she really does it for me, he thought.

Back in the living room, she wiped up the little puddle of pee with
her panties, and tossed them into his lap. She knew he had quite a
collection of them by now, every time she visited she went home
pantyless. She kissed him and thanked him, and skipped home. Her butt
still felt a little funny, but she knew it would be okay. She was
happy, again. 





A few weeks later she sat outside the office of Doctor Nathen
DeVriess. This was the guy that Doctor McKinzie had recommended to
her. She felt kind of foolish, seeing a shrink, but what the hell.
Maybe he could help her decide what to do about her ever-growing
stable of sexual partners.

The secretary told her to go on in, and she did. She was surprised to
meet Dr. DeVriess, he was much younger than the other psychiatrist
she'd had. That guy had been a fossil. This doctor was young and
vibrant. That quickly, she felt an attraction to him.

She lay on the couch, and proceeded. He asked her some preliminary
questions, and she explained her medical situation to him. He seemed
very interested, and gave her his full attention, she thought. He
admitted he'd never met someone with her problem before, but he was
eager to help. What is your problem, he asked. What are you seeing me
for today?

"Doctor DeVriess..." she started, but he interrupted. 

"Nathen. Call me Nathen. I insist," he said.

"Nathen," she started again. "I have only recently, in the last few
months, become sexually active. I never felt like it could happen,
before, because, even when I was in my twenties, I was just a little
girl. But now, it's all I think of, and all I want to do. And I've
done some dangerous stuff, in pursuit of it."

"Yes," he said, "Okay. Dangerous like what?"

"Well, probably the most dangerous is the thing I've done every time,
except maybe twice. I pretend to be a little girl, and I appeal to...
uhm... perverts, pedophiles. Men that like little girls. I pretend to
be ten years old... and I have sex with them."

"I see. Traditional sex?"

"No, not at all. Uhm... sucking and licking... I suck them, they lick
me... you know?"

"Yes, I know. I see. And this makes you feel... good?"

"Hell yeah. I mean, it's sex, right? It feels good. And it feels good
to be naughty, to be wicked, to do stuff like that, stuff I know I
shouldn't."

"Well... it sounds like you do need to be very careful... your choice
of sexual partners should be one of the most carefully thought-out
things in your life..."

"But, doc... these are guys that I've met in restaurants, and taken
into the bathroom and sucked off... I know that's not natural..."

"True... and does the excitement of it, the dangerous aspect of it,
appeal to you?"

"Hell yeah... but that's why I'm here, to try and understand that
about myself, why I just... take whatever's offered, whatever I can
make happen."

"Well, there's probably a lot of reasons. One is possibly a backlash
against your years of doing without. When we first discover our
sexuality, we tend to over-do it. That's understandable. Possibly you
have a slight addiction to the danger aspect of it... which you need
to realize and get over, for your safety. All in all, though, I don't
think there's anything really wrong with you. Sex is fun. It's natural
to want to have it. You need to discover what works for you, and do
it."

"Doc, I have a boyfriend now... and we've had sex, good sex... but I
still have the urge to play around, and I don't want to hurt him... I
have a secret life, that nobody knows about. Is that normal?"

"Yes, to a large degree. We all have our secrets. Some are bigger than
others. You will have to decide, at some point... do you want to still
play around, and risk hurting his feelings?"

"Yeah, I know... shit..."

"When you meet these men, is there any intimacy? Or is it just a wham,
bam, thank you ma'am kind of thing?"

"Yes, that, exactly... I just suck them off and leave... most of them
seem to be crazy about me, I mean... they are pedophiles, and I'm
making their wildest dreams come true... I actually feel pretty safe,
usually."

"Well, that is still some pretty dangerous behavior... you need to get
a handle on that, for sure... have you done it recently?"

"Not in a few weeks... I have two guys I met that way that I still
see... but they are completely safe..."

"Well, like I said. Make a commitment to putting an end to dangerous,
destructive behaviors... the rest of it is no big deal. I think you
are pretty much just a normal girl."

Taylor lay there, and thought about what he'd said. She agreed,
mostly. And she had, to some extent, stopped doing those things. She
felt like she was getting enough from other sources, Darren, and Mr.
Bennett... she didn't feel like she needed it, any more.

"Honestly," he said, "I see no real reason for you to keep coming to
see me. I think you realize your problem, and you just need to fix it.
I don't see much need for a long course of treatment."

"Thank you, doctor," she said. She finally turned, and sat up on the
couch.

"You are a very attractive young lady," Dr. DeVriess said. "Don't let
your self-image detract from your ability to have a good life. Don't
feel bad about yourself."

She looked at him and nodded. He continued.

"In fact," he said, "If I were young, I'd be pursuing you, after this
meeting. I feel an intense attraction to you."

Oh really, she thought, how interesting.

"Well, Nathen..." she said. "Since you are not going to treat me any
more, I am not your patient, and you won't be violating your oath...
if you allow me to take some liberties with you. Is that the way you
see it?"

"Well... that's the way I want to see it... it is not very
professional, though, I fear."

"Well..." she said, her mind racing. Will I do this? she asked
herself. Hell yeah, let's do one more, for old times sake.

"Screw professionalism," she said. "Let's fuck."





The couch was crowded, but he held her on top of his body. He was in
good shape, she thought, kind of like Darren, young and lean and
well-toned. And blessedly bare of body hair. They kissed, softly and
sweetly, and she felt his hands on her bare ass. She was glad again
she'd just worn a simple pull-over skirt. Quick and easy.

She had been pleased to see his cock when he disrobed. Not bad, but
not a monster, either. She knew she could do it. She just hoped he had
something for lubrication. She rode that cock, now, she sawed it along
her pussy, rubbing the shaft of it on her clit, feeling shivers run
down her spine. She knew it felt good for him, too.

He finally got up and went into a small bathroom, and retrieved a tube
of hand lotion. "It's all I have," he said apologetically. It was
okay. It was hypo-allergenic, at least. He smeared it on his penis,
and she lay back on the couch and let him crawl on top of her.

As he positioned himself, and pushed his hard cock into her body, she
whispered in his ear, "Doc... do you fuck all your patients?"

"Only the most beautiful ones," he said, and laughed. She laughed
back. This little doctor's visit had turned out well, she thought.
Peace of mind, and piece of ass. Just fine.





Later that evening, as Mr. Bennett rubbed his big hard cock on her
clit, she thought about Darren and what she would have to do if him
and her became a couple. Am I ready to give this up, she thought, as
her breath caught in her throat and she began to cum. Can I give this
up? Will Darren be enough for me? Am I really addicted to danger? She
didn't think that, she didn't really do dangerous stuff anymore... she
didn't have to. It seemed like to her that she'd gotten that out of
her system. Although... she did just fuck a strange teen-aged boy a
week or so ago... well, I'll work on that, she thought. I don't want
it to be a problem, and I'll work on it.

All in all, she felt pretty good about things. She's just go with the
flow, and see what worked out. She'd change things when they needed to
be changed. Everybody has their secrets, she thought. I'll keep mine
as long as I can. When I have to give them up, I'll give them up. She
felt pretty good about where her life was, at the moment. She knew she
was on the right track.

She sighed, and let Mr. Bennett rub her clit.





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