Perverts 'R' Us

A Planned Encounter

By Nobody True ( M/g, pedo, rape, 1st )

I'd read about John in the local paper. Read how he'd molested his eleven-year-old niece, his elder sister's daughter. He'd been given three years in the big house and put on the Sex Offenders Register for ten years.

"My god," I thought, "he'd have no life when he gets out, with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide."

I'd worked with and for John as a bricky on a few jobs, knew the majority of his work friends, met a few of them, discussing what exactly had happened, no one was sure. Not one of them believed it. John had been married to a very smart young woman, had three young girls of his own, and had a content life. Well, that's what we believed.

That's when my curiosity kicked in. Who was his niece? What was she like?

One of the lads told me in confidence that John's sister had moved to Dilton, a small village about twenty miles away to start a new life.

Friday afternoon I was in my transit van, heading for Dilton, finding the small three roads, one pub village, and driving around, coming across a small building sight. The foreman was still working and I enquired about vacancies.

"Needing a bricky badly for the next three months," he'd said.

He asked if I could start Monday, saying lodgings in the village were provided. I had finished on a Friday at one, and was starting on a Monday morning at ten, this was better than ideal.

I moved into the lodgings Saturday afternoon, getting on well with the landlady, and even better with her husband. We had something in common - he raced pigeons, my father having kept pigeons, and I had learned from him as I grew up.

By Sunday afternoon I'd been invited up to his allotment, where he kept a loft for the birds. I admired and said how well he'd looked after them. He said it was handy, me having a van, and would I take the birds out and let them go to see what their times were like. I agreed, asking if I could pop up here now and again for some fresh air. He'd eagerly agreed.

Getting around to the subject of the village, the old man told me that majority of the people had lived here most of their lives and commuted to work, not wanting to leave. However there were two new families in the village, one at the newly built house in the spinney, where I would be working.

There was an older couple, with boys about fourteen and fifteen, and a couple in their thirties, with a girl and a young boy living at the bottom house in the lane. He pointed, saying, "Over there, the last house in the lane."

I looked to where he was pointing and noticed it backed onto the allotment and fields, a public footpath leading off to some trees. The old man told me the path led to a pond that nobody used anymore.

On our way back to the lodgings that were situated on the corner of main road and the top of the lane, I scanned the detached, four-bedroom, large gardened house, surrounded by lelandi hedging, looking to see if she was about. No luck this time.

I got a phone call Sunday evening from the foreman saying, "I know it's a cheek, but could you get in for nine, as I have a delivery. Could you help me out?" I agreed.

Leaving the lodgings at eight-thirty Monday morning, I noticed school children - about eight of them - in their uniforms at the bus stop by the small village green. I scanned them, looking for an eleven-year-old girl. There were two of them about that age, and I stared as I drove past.

One of them was chubby, having long blonde hair, a short blue skirt, and white blouse and tie. Very pretty, I thought. The other was slimmer, wearing the same, with raven-black hair tied in a ponytail and glasses. Quite pretty. They'd both give me something to think about for the rest of the day.

I drove on to work, down the end of the spinney, met the foreman, and unloaded the bricks and other building materials. We looked at the plans and laid bricks until three-thirty, with a half-hour break for lunch. The foreman, happily inspecting my work, was impressed, saying that it was hard these days to get a decent work force. I agreed.

Returning home to the lodgings, I called at the small shop/post office to pick up a few things as the bus pulled up. I stood aside as the kids came in, buying sweets, and waited until they were gone and paid for my things.

I rushed to the van down the lane, heading for the allotment. I passed the young girl with the glasses, and pulled up outside her house, jumping out and opening the back doors, pretending to look for something.

The girl approached and said hello, and I turned around, beaming the biggest smile I could muster, saying hello. The girl smiled.

As I looked more closely, she was prettier than I'd first thought. I noticed the small white training bra under her blouse, containing small, rounded breasts, the tie between them, making them more prominent, the short blue skirt with the hem finishing about four inches above her knees. Very nice, I thought.

The girl asked if I lived around there, and I told her I was staying at the Kimp's and was just popping up to the allotment for some fresh air.

She smiled and said goodbye and walked up the drive to her home. I walked to the edge of the allotment, leaning against the fence and looking out over the fields towards the woods, staring up at the bedroom windows every now and again.

A window opened, the nearest one to the allotment and I looked up to see her getting changed out of her uniform, pulling a pink t-shirt over her head and brushing her hair, and then she was gone.

Mr. Kimp turned up and we chatted while he released the pigeons. We watched as they flew around and around in circles, the happy voices of children were coming from the girl's back garden.

Mr. Kimp said that they had a swing. I'd asked if he had problems with children on the allotment, and he said no, that they only spoke in passing to go to the pond on Saturdays and Sundays, as the little boy loved to go over and catch little beasties and things in a net putting them in a jar and that he was always with his older sister.

I smiled, saying that I used to do the same thing when I was a boy. He said he'd never been over there for years and they were welcome to it. It transpired that the Kimps had owned this land for generations. I told him about my work and where I'd traveled, told him I owned a small two-birth caravan that was used when there was no accommodation near sites. He said that I should bring it down and keep it here, and use it as a base until I needed it. I agreed and said I'd go and pick it up on Friday.

A plan was forming in my head. I couldn't wait for Saturday. The week had gone by quickly, seeing the girl every day and night, her waving as I passed.

I picked the caravan up Friday after work. Mr. Kimp, impressed at its mod cons, hooked it up to the electric supply, helping me site it. I positioned it so I could sprawl on the seats and look up at her bedroom widow, covering the roof with a small tarpaulin to stop the bird shit from accumulating.

She was standing at her bedroom window watching. I looked up and waved as Mr. Kimp was feeding his lovelies. She waved back. I got in and sat looking up, watching her brush her hair, rubbing the hard mound between my legs and thinking, "I'm going to enjoy wrapping my hand around that ponytail as you suck my big cock."

We'd gone back to the lodging, and I had a bath. I hadn't had a bath for years, only showers, my skin was feeling like a baby's.

Mrs. Kimp set out fish and chips, as she always had on Friday. I asked if they minded if I stayed at the caravan over the weekend. Both said "Of course not. Do what you like. We're still getting paid as long as you're back for tea at five." I laughed. They laughed.

I drove to the shop at eight o'clock, just as it was closing, and bought three bottles of cider and a few odds and ends to keep me going, and then I drove towards the allotment, parking the van next to the lelandi hedge surrounding her garden.

I cleaned it inside and out - this had to be a first. I connected a hose pipe up to an old tap, and left it until the water ran clear and filled the water barrels, connecting them to the caravan. I checked and switched on all the electrics, resetting the aerial for the portable TV and switched it on. Clicking the gas fire alight, I checked the cooker. I loved my little home. It was the only home I had.

I lay sprawled across the seat, dressed only in tea shirt and boxers. The only light emanating from the TV was the fire warming the interior. Staring up at her bedroom window, I watched as she closed it, staring towards the caravan, and then her bedroom light was switched off.

I grasped my hard cock, thinking, "Come down here, little girl." I left it alone all night, saving it all for her.

I woke at daybreak birds singing, the sun just coming out. "It's going to be a beautiful day" I sang to myself. I made myself a cup of tea, let Mr. Kimp's lovelies out, and went for a walk along the footpath, towards the trees, smiling up at her bedroom window as I passed.

I found the large pond covered in algae, cleared some of it away, and sat looking around to plan my attack. A copse of trees and bushes surrounded the pond, leaving two places where you could lay, catching anything in it. Trampling down nettles and weeds, I made a path leading to a small clearing.

There was an old tree stump I could rest my back against, and a large hump of ground where they could lay, looking into the pond. It's always best to be prepared.

I sat for a while admiring the view, and then returned to the caravan and cooked bacon and eggs.

Mr. Kimp turned up and said thanks for seeing to the birds. He then fed them and told me that he and the Mrs. were going into town for the day, and asked if I'd like to join them. I declined the offer, saying that I was going to have a lazy day.

I walked him down to the gate chatting when I heard their voices. A boy of about four or five, clutching a net and plastic tub, ran to the gate, climbed over, and was running towards the trees. A girl appearing from behind my van, shouting, "James, wait for me." The girl said hi to Mr. Kimp as she climbed the fence staring at me. I smiled and said good morning.

"Hi," she said, and I watched the short, cream, button-down-the-front summer dress rise up her milky white thighs. She let both legs dangle on either side of the gate's cross bar. I groaned at the thought of her little pussy pressed against the bar.

Mr. Kimp told her to be careful at the pond, and the girl nodded. He said bye to me, saying "See you at five."

She jumped off the gate and chased after her brother. I went into the caravan, got changed into a t-shirt, shorts, and an old pair of trainers, neglecting underwear. I found my old car blanket, and put a bottle of cider, two plastic glasses, and a couple of packets of biscuits into a carrier bag. I waited about fifteen minutes, and made sure the coast was clear, then followed, heading for the trees.

I found them in the clearing I'd made earlier. The boy was leaning over the hump of earth with his fishing net sweeping the pond while the girl sat watching. I walked over and placed the car blanket on the ground beside her and sat with my back to the stump.

"Hi. I'm Allan. It's going to be a lovely day."

She smiled said hello. The boy - James - said, "Hello, look what I've caught!" as he crawled over on his knees with the plastic tub firmly gripped in both hands, trying not to spill anything.

I looked in, and seeing that he'd caught two minnows, said "Well done." The girl smiled. James returned to the edge of the pond and started fishing again.

The girl rubbed her lower leg, saying "I think I've been nettled." I smiled motioning to the blanket. She spread it out, sat on it, and then lay on her back, sunning herself. Her right arm was shading her eyes from the sun.

I stared at the two buttons open at the neck of the dress, the firm, braless mounds, and her nipples tight against the material. She lifted her right leg, the knee pointed skyward, and opened her legs slightly, showing me her white cotton panties.

My bulge was growing, and I moved my right leg over so it rested against her left knee, between her legs. She lifted up, looked at my foot, and lay back down.

I rubbed the toe of the trainer against her knee until James squealed, "Look what I've caught, Hailey!"

Hailey?

She lifted up and turned over onto her front, the dress raised up over the tight white cotton panties, revealing firm, rounded buttocks, and her legs splayed open. I stared.

James swung the net towards her, saying, "I've caught a fish." He had, a small carp, I believe. He placed it gently into the tub, and swung the net back in, saying "I'm going to catch another one." I laughed, and Hailey giggled and watched him.

I placed my right leg back between her open legs, my trainer toe resting on her bottom. She sat up, turned around, stared at me with wide eyes, and then shook her head, whispering "don't" and nodding towards James.

She sat with her knees tightly together. I put a finger to my mouth whispering "shush." and placed my foot between her feet, prying them until they were splayed open. Then I started rubbing her pussy mound.

She lay back down, covering her eyes with her arm, watching James. I removed my trainer, placed my foot back and rubbed my big toe up and down the crease of her pussy lips, rubbing her little love button. She opened her legs wider, revealing the damp patch forming around her little hole beneath her panties.

I pressed my big toe firmly against it, prodding. She exhaled a gasp and opened wider, both knees flat against the ground as I tried to force my toe in. She reached down grabbed my foot, putting my toe back on her love button. I continued rubbing harder.

I heard her stifling moans with her forearm as she was starting to cum. She looked up, stared at me, shaking her head, whispering "no." I continued, feeling the wetness, a larger damp patch forming on her white panties.

She suddenly jumped up, told James she needed a pee, and walked away. I watched her go smiling to myself.

"Will you be alright James? I'm just going to see if Hailey's OK."

"Yes I'll be fine. Don't be long, though"

I traced Hailey's footsteps, and caught her crouched down, back rested against a tree, damp white cotton panties around her ankles, peeing. I stood in front of her, her face staring into my crotch. Slipping my shorts down, I set my six-and-a-half by three inches rock-hard cock free, pointing straight at her mouth.

Her eyes widened behind her glasses, mouth opened in shock, and before she could utter a word, I forced it hard into her little mouth, grabbing her ponytail with my left hand, my right hand under her chin, forcing her backwards and forwards to make me cum. Holding her tightly I spurted more and more of my cream into her mouth, telling her to swallow it, until she started splurting it out of the sides of her mouth.

I pulled out and reached down for her panties, pulling them off her feet and wiping my still-hard cock into them. I kneeled down and stared at her face, my cum sliding from the corners of her mouth down to her chin. I smiled at her and she just stared, bemused.

Placing my right hand between her legs and opening them wide, I shoved my middle finger straight up into her pussy. She screamed. Quickly I stuffed her panties into her mouth, holding them in, muffling her cries.

(Now I don't know what john got locked up for but I tell you this.)

This girl Hailey was still a virgin.

My finger still stuffed into her tight, bleeding hole, I lifted her up and carried her to a small clearing, kicking my shorts off as I walked. I laid her down on her back, legs wide open, my finger pummeling her little pussy, her panties still in her mouth.

Kneeling between her legs I removed my finger. I placed my cock in the newly-made entrance to her hole, and with one full shove, forced it all in, saying "This is for Uncle John, and you're my bitch now."

Sobbing her little heart out, tears streaming down her face, she nodded.

The end.