Perverts 'R' Us
A Dream Cum True
By Lolita Lover ( M/g )
It was her panties.
Listen, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about young girls before. I've even visited a few websites of pre-teen models - perhaps more than a few. But I never touched a little girl, and I had convinced myself that I never would, but then I saw her panties.
Let me explain. I'm on the road a lot. My job forces me to travel most of the year. Bad news for me, but my kids don't mind nearly as much. Don't get me wrong, we have a great relationship, but because my wife is no longer in the picture. When I'm gone they have run of the house.
My son Tom is 17 and a senior in high-school. I remember what that time was like, so I expected that he would have parties when I was out of town, but I always trusted that he'd be responsible. I was confident he'd never let anything happen to the house or to his little sister Kim.
Kim is 11. She's probably struggling more with the loss of her mother than I have taken the time to realize or address, so when I came home early from a trip one night and broke up a party my son was hosting, I was only shocked for a moment to find that Kim had gotten drunk. Not just drunk, hammered. Tom was too fucked up to talk to, much less reprimand, so I had to guess how she and her friend Lindsey had managed to get so bombed so secretly.
Lindsey is 11 too. A classmate of Kim's, and at that moment passed out on my bathroom floor. She's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She's a very cute little girl. I remember thinking that when I first met her earlier in the year - pretty blond hair, clear blue eyes and the most beautiful smooth skin. Through her tears, Kim was able to explain that they just had beers, no hard stuff, and that Lindsey's parents knew she was here and didn't expect her home until tomorrow afternoon.
After calming my daughter down, and assuring her that her friend wouldn't die, I sent her to bed. Tom was already snoring loudly upstairs, and I knew Kim would be out in moments.
That left me and Lindsey. I hadn't had to deal with this kind of shit since college. I decided that a cold shower for the kid would help. Or at least wake her up long enough to make sure she wasn't worse off than I thought.
I picked her up off the floor and she moaned softly. "At least she's alive" I thought. I carried her to my bed and put her down. Her soft blond hair fell onto her face. In the glow of my lamp she was an angel. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic. I remember thinking what a great drunk she'd grow up to be - not at all sloppy.
I reached for her shirt, and then stopped. "Is this okay?" I thought. "Would I want her dad to take care of my Kim in a similar fashion? Am I really going to strip an 11 year old girl in my bed? I am. I have to," I say - and I almost believe it. The fact is, I want to. I want to know if this little girl looks like the models from the web. I want to know if she's wearing little white cotton panties under her jeans. If they're tight. If they're so tight you can see her tiny pussy pushing against them. If they've worked themselves into her slit so that her swollen little mound is perfectly framed. I just want to see. And so I reach for her shirt.
She actually picks up her chest a little to help me get the shirt over her head. I imagine she thinks I'm her own father putting her to bed. She is completely at ease.
Her training bra isn't supporting much. I imagine she just didn't want to be the only girl in class still bra-less and her parents acquiesced.
Her stomach is just as flat. It's warm, and a little sweaty. It's also very firm and smooth. I run my hand slowly down until I'm touching the top of her jeans. I'm not sure I can do it, but I'm positive I can't stop myself. I undo the top button and pull down the zipper. I see them. They're not white. They're not cotton. They look like they could be satin. Perhaps Lycra, and they're pink with a white bow at the waist. I had never in my life been more turned on.
I run my hands along the waistband to her hips. Her panties are so smooth. The elastic is a bit frayed. I imagine they must be her favorite pair. I tug on her jeans. They're pretty tight. If it weren't for the fact that she was passed out drunk there's no way she'd sleep through me getting them off, but she is.
I pull harder and they jerk off her hips. I grab the leg of one and pull, then the other. Her jeans are now below her crotch - and what a crotch. Her mound is small, but so noticeable. I can make out her tiny lips behind the thin material. I can't imagine a single hair being behind those panties. I'm sure that I'd have been able to tell because the panties are so tight. They must be her favorite. She's kept them for a while and she's starting to grow out of them, but not yet. Tonight they fit perfectly - amazingly.
I get her jeans off the rest of her body quickly and stand over her. She in her white training bra, pink satin panties with white bow and white socks. She of 11 years and immeasurable innocence. She of perfect skin, lithe body and complete oblivion.
Now that I've seen what I wanted to see. I want more. I need more. I have to touch this little girl.
I sit back on the bed and first touch her leg. It's warm and smooth. I run my hand up her thigh. It's getting warmer. I approach the leg band of her panties. I can feel the heat from her pussy.
I run my hand slowly over her mound, barely making contact, just absorbing the warmth. Then I touch it with the palm of my hand and leave it there. She stirs but not enough to make me blink. I run my fingers over her mound, tracing her little lips. It's so smooth I just know she can't have any hair there yet, but I have to be sure.
I pull her panties down. Nothing. Nothing and everything. Perfect and hairless.
My cock is rock hard. I take off my shirt, then my pants. I don't know what I'm going to do but I've got to cum. I'm going to cum in my pants just looking at this little girl so I might as well take them off.
I'm naked now. My cock throbbing and bobbing as I move towards Lindsey. What would she think if she woke up? She won't.
I get on the bed. One leg on each side of her and kneel above her. "She won't know. She won't remember. She won't be affected by any of this", I tell myself. It's okay. I position myself over her. I lower myself down, and my cock touches her panties. So warm. So soft and smooth. I'm ready to explode, but I calm myself.
My cock slides against her satiny panty covered mound. I watch as it presses against the material and pushes it into her pussy. I move my cock back and forth over her warm, tiny mound. I'm not that big, but I look huge against her prepubescent pussy. The bed squeaks as I start to develop a rhythm. Her limp body moves with mine. I look at her face. She looks like she's sleeping soundly. My cock has pushed her panties further into her slit. Her pussy is so clearly defined, and her panties are moist now. I'm fucking an 11 year old girl! In my mind I'm fucking an 11 year old girl.
I'm gonna cum. I look down at her body one more time. Her little feet, her white socks, her little pink panties, my swollen cock, her tiny mound, her flat tummy, her white training bra, her little lips and quiet face.
I explode. Streams of cum hit her training bra, her stomach and of course her panties. I can barely keep from screaming it's so good.
I sit up and look at her. She has no idea how amazing she is. How perfect her 11 year old body is, or how incredible she looks lying in my bed covered in my cum. She'll never know. After a moment I put my clothes back on, pick her up and head for the shower.