Perverts 'R' Us

Birth of a Pedo

By The Purvv ( M/f, pedo, inc-unc/niece )

The little bitch knows!!!!

I couldn't believe it. Here I was, sitting on the chair with my 9-year-old niece standing between my legs and my hands cupping her little ass cheeks and I could tell by the glassy look in her eyes and the little curl upon her lips that she actually understood!!!

Not only that, but it was quickly becoming obvious that this was not something that she was against happening; there wasn't the slightest bit of fear on her innocent face. Indeed, I almost could detect that Chrissie apparently wanted me to do this.

My mind was racing. I couldn't even be sure that she wasn't what caused this all to come about. When I first put my hands on her I was convinced that I had been the culprit; that this was the result of months of angst and fighting with myself. All during that time I never had any idea that my niece might actually know what I was thinking and not only that but that she herself might even be wondering and wanting. Even as I first touched the youngster's hips I was mentally struggling with myself to the utmost.

She stood there like an obedient child as I swallowed. Her eyes looked into mine innocently, as if she was waiting for me to finish whatever it was I was doing. Not feeling any resistance from the child had me inflamed. Within those tight denims, I gently squeezed and held her tiny ass cheeks in my palms. No withdrawal. Finally, I decided to become brave. I loosened my grip on her buttocks and put my hands on each of her narrow hips. With easy stroking, I began to rub my hands up and down the child's sides, feeling the heat of her body under my touch.

My cock was as hard as could be and straining inside my pants. It was feeling so tight that it was actually hurting me. Here I was rubbing and fondling my own 9-year-old niece and god, was I hard! I couldn't believe my reaction. I was totally disgusted with myself, and yet I didn't want to stop. Hell I don't think I could have stopped even if I wanted to.

Here was this skinny little girl, all 4'6" of her, standing in front of me, and allowing my hands to travel over her buttocks and sides and…?

I was nervous as hell. I'd never had any feelings for little girls before. In fact I don't know what brought these urges on. For sure, Chrissie was the cutest little girl in my entire family but hell, some of my other nieces were pretty cute too, and I didn't feel this way toward them. Indeed, a couple of them were a bit older and much more developed and I had never even looked at them as anything more than little girls.

Thinking of this while my hands stroked her sides, I was well aware that this child was a female. Moving my eyes from her face I looked straight ahead at my niece's chest. There were no tits at all, simply two small protrusions pushing almost unnoticeably at her blouse. Dare I…?

My eyes were suddenly racing from her chest to her face and back again, while my hands continued their stroking of her sides. Finally, I gathered up all of my courage. So far Chrissie hadn't said anything about my hands rubbing her sides as they were doing, nor had she said anything when I had fondled her ass cheeks. Encouraged by the youngster's passiveness and what I imagined was a willingness…

Slowly, with my eyes looking into hers again, I moved my hands over to her chest. Then, to my complete amazement, I watched as the child closed her eyes as my fingers touched and squeezed those two little lumps.

"Mmmmmmm," my little niece murmured.

What the hell was I doing? I couldn't stop myself. Hearing the youngster's reaction only fueled my flame. My hands were actually trembling as I began tweaking and gently pulling in between gently squeezes, and by now it was more than obvious that my little niece was enjoying all of this. Not only were there soft sounds of pleasure coming from within her, she even moved the final step inside my parted legs, and that if I had not pulled my face back, she would have walked right into my mouth.

'Sonofabitch! She knows what she wants,' I thought.

My niece's little protrusion was only inches from my mouth, which was dry. I knew that I had gone too far already and yet…

I realized what I wanted to do, and I also realized if she didn't stop me or complain or, better still if she encouraged me, that I would want to do more, a lot more, with the child…

Fuck, I thought. We all know what they say about a man's conscience being directed by his prick? Well, at that moment those words were never truer. I was lost in another world. This was the moment that my brain had totally gone south. No longer in control of my senses, I pushed my face forward, my mouth seeking that little bump on the youngster's chest. As my mouth opened over it, I suddenly felt my niece's hands at the back of my head, pulling my mouth on her tit, while at the same time she moaned softly once again.

While the child was holding my head so that I could suckle on her little breast which was covered by her blouse, I moved my hands back down over her sides and back to her tiny ass cheeks, purposely squeezing this time so that I could feel the curved bottom; the tips of my fingers almost meeting in the juncture where her legs met.

I was mentally out of it. Here I was sucking on my 9-year-old niece's tit and playing with her butt and I had no more thoughts of stopping. I was lost in some world that I never would have imagined existed.

"Mmmm, Chrissie, you okay, hon…or should I stop…?"

I needed some tacit approval and got it when she simply squeezed at me with all of her might and moaned.

That was all I really needed. All reason had left me already. I was a man; a horny man. And this was a female. I kept one hand on the child's butt and hurriedly moved the other back up to her blouse. When I started to open a button my niece pushed my hand away and began to open the blouse on her own. Her own eagerness only fueled me further.

My hand then left her blouse and eagerly moved into the child's crotch and actually cupped her pussy within her jeans. Chrissie was taking her blouse off on her own and my mouth eagerly attacked her protrudes, lapping at those tiny rounds with their little nips. She allowed the blouse to fall from her shoulders to the floor. Not year wearing a bra, she was now naked from the waist up.

She was not 9 years old at that moment…she couldn't be…! No 9-year-old could be so worked up, I thought. My niece was steadily moaning, in between her taking massive gasps of air. My hands and fingers were rubbing and cupping the child's pussy and ass. There was no mistaking what this was all about. I began to move a finger along the spot where I thought her slit would be and to my amazement I could feel my little niece's body responding with a back and forth, side to side motion; fucking at my finger. She was as aroused as any grown-up woman could ever be!

I didn't think that I would dare to try to fuck the child and yet I knew I wanted more. I wanted her naked. I wanted to taste her little pussy. I wanted to feel her fingers on my cock. I wanted to make her moan. I wanted to excite her. God forgive me but I wanted to touch and taste and play with this young flesh to the max; short of violating her with my cock in her pussy. I told myself that I'd try to teach her to give me a hand job, yet deep down I think I was hoping that I could get my niece to try sucking a cock.

I didn't know it was possible for a 9-year old girl to be aroused, but she was.

I was eagerly sucking on the child's little tits and my fingers were arousing her pussy, while continuously cupping and squeezing her ass. Feeling her so worked up, I then withdrew my other hand from between her legs. I heard a groan, which could very well have been the sound of disappointment but I'll never know. I moved that hand to the button of her jeans and unsnapped it open. I felt the child's fingers tighten on the back of my head as I suckled her tit. I grabbed the zipper at the crotch of her jeans and pulled it down.

Now her jeans were open but not pulled down and I eagerly pushed my hand within the denim but over the cotton panties, at the crotch, cupping her little pussy. I could sense from the pressure from her hands that she was now frightened, yet she didn't offer any protest. When my finger again moved upon her slit she let out a more pronounced moan. Now I could actually feel the child's slit under the thin cotton panty material.

Chrissie wanted sex. There was no doubt about it, though I doubt that she knew what she wanted. She only knew that she felt something for her uncle and she knew that her older sisters had said that they wanted to do things with me. I'm guessing that although my 9-year-old niece didn't know exactly what she wanted me to do, she had some idea…and more than a lot of fear.

As I rubbed the child's slit I was suddenly taken aback when I felt moisture. Up until that day, I had never known that one so young could actually have real pleasure to the point of becoming wet, but that's what I was sure was happening.

I was able to pull my mouth from her little nub even though my niece was still holding my head and almost desperately trying to force my lips back to her chest.

"Take the rest of your things off hon," I whispered as my finger continued to stroke at her pussy crack.

Suddenly the youngster froze. I could feel her whole body tighten. I was probably too far gone to quit if she had wanted me to but that wasn't the case. It was more the case of stage fright. Chrissie wasn't sure of herself, of me, or of what was happening.

"I…" She lowered her eyes to the floor, almost ashamedly. "I'm…I don't know how…I'm afraid, Uncle Ken…"

Chrissie was clearly confused and frightened, yet I knew from the last half hour that she wanted to do things, it was just that she had never even thought of such things before.

By now my hands were off her and hers were at her side. She was looking dejected. Looking up at her I reached up a hand and placed it under her chin, forcing her to look down into my face. Our eyes met and held, and I could see the anxiety.

"Do you want me to take them off of you, sweetheart? I do want to see you, you know?"

After asking this, I waited. Although I wasn't touching her chest, I guessed just from looking at her face that her heart was pounding harder than it ever had before. I guessed that her chest was pounding so loud that she probably thought that I could hear it.

As the seconds ticked away I was thinking that she was going to chicken out completely. Even so, I was holding out hope that she'd give me approval. Then to my complete surprise, she went a step further. Her hands moved to her hips and as I watched, just 6 inches in front of me this child pushed her jeans and panties down her body. She stepped out of them and then straightened up.

My 9-year-old niece was standing in front of me, only inches away, and totally naked. She had no shape and only buds for what would someday be breasts, but to me at that very moment she was as hot looking as any girl that I had ever desired.

My eyes hungrily devoured this little girl. There was not a bit of sexiness about her and yet I had never been so taken in by female flesh. To think that this little child who knew nothing at all about sex was presenting herself to me on love and faith alone, to do with as I wanted, was wildly shocking. To be sure Chrissie knew that 'something' happened between girls and boys, but she later confirmed to me that she hadn't any real idea what it was, yet she trusted me totally with her body.

I reached out and touched her hot nakedness, allowing my hands to run over her every inch of her upper body, from her buttocks up to her head and then I even began kissing and licking at her skin. I had to stop a few times because she was ticklish, but I could see by the look on the child's face that she was feeling strange things happening to her.

Finally, I stood. She stepped back as I did so. I looked down at her in wonder. The top of the child's head only reached to my stomach. I know that guilt should have been my overwhelming feeling but love was instead. Love of this little girl who willingly threw herself at me. Not love in the way that is meant by lovers. This was an adoration of a child's innocence.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs sweetheart. You'll sleep in my bed tonight, okay?" A big grin spread across her face and she nodded. "Go ahead, you go first. I'll be right up. I'm going to shut everything off here. I'll be right up."

"Okay," she said and she bent and picked up her things. Then, with her arms full she tuned to leave.

"Leave those things off, right?"

"Okay," she smiled and then hurried away, leaving me watching the tiny naked ass as it scooted.

I quickly doused the lights and shut off the TV and within a minute I was walking into my own bedroom. Chrissie was already in bed. She was sitting, under the covers, her upper body naked and exposed.

I walked over and stood alongside and followed her eyes. She was starting to look nervous again. "Move over," I said, and when she slid about a foot further so that she was at the other side of the bed I added, "Now close your eyes, tight! - - And don't open them till I say you can, okay?"

She looked at me and smiled nervously. Then she nodded and closed her eyes.

"No peeking!" I warned as I hurriedly undressed. I thought that the youngster might change her mind or even have a panic attack if she saw me undress and/or saw my manhood, and figured this would be much easier for her and there would be less chance that she'd try to get away.

I stripped completely, the whole time keeping my eyes on my little niece, which was an erotic thing in itself. I had a hard-on again by the time that I lifted the cover on my side of the bed and slipped my naked body beneath it. I moved over by Chrissie who was on my left. I actually saw her stiffen as if from fear for just a moment and then relax as if she had come to terms with her apprehensions.

Now we sat side by side, both of us totally naked and both of us with our lower bodies covered.

"Open," I instructed.

My 9-year-old niece's eyes popped open and only for a moment did she show any fear. After that she looked to me with that same demeanor of obedience that we started the night with. I can't say how much I was taken by this little moppet.

As if this would make everything right and easy for her I half turned and placed my right hand under her chin and turned her face towards mine and then I lowered my face to hers. I could see confusion and fear in her eyes and then I was lightly pecking at her lips with mine. Kiss…kiss…kiss…

This kept on and on for minutes. I didn't dare apply any pressure because I wanted this child to simply feel love. Kiss…kiss…

Finally, after what seemed to be at least five minutes, Chrissie turned somewhat to me and her mouth pushed into mine as if searching for a more meaningful kiss. At the same time a small moan came from the child. Taking this to mean that she was feeling more at ease I finally placed my hands on her arms and pulled her ever so slightly. Soon my hands were running first over the child's arms and back, but then over her sides and hips and finally to her chest, pussy, and ass.

The End?