Perverts 'R' Us

My Dear Diary - Chapter 1 - Diary Daydreams

By purpuss ( g+-bi, b+, M+, 1st, pedo, anal, cons )

Submitted by: Kamkat

Sunday night, last week in May

I'm writing this online cause I don't want this to be in my book diary that Aunt Sara gave me last week for my 10th birthday. I mean it would be TOO embarrassing if SHE found it, y'know? And even my big brother Jess! Anyway it's about this past weekend and all about Lauri sleeping over and what happened then, so I'm making this page PRIVATE and I'll let Lauri read it sometime if she wants to.

I've never done this before. It's kinda freaky. Scary n'all-putting stuff on a computer I wouldn't say to ANYONE or want anyone else to hear 'cause we promised never to tell, except each other that is, and I guess it's ok as long as she's the only one who sees it later. And it's not even my computer. I'm using my big brother's PC and it fixes the words when I write them, which is like way cool, but he's not here and he doesn't even know I watched him and I know how to do a lot of stuff by trying it out myself when he's gone like tonight.

Anyway, I'm nervous. Can't ya tell?

Amy sat at her desk near an open window in class at Jefferson Elementary School, fourth grade. A pretty, blue-eyed, blond-haired girl with the pony-tailed, scrubbed look of modern pre-"tweens," she was dressed simply in a bright pink pullover sleeveless t-shirt-complete with a picture of her favorites, the Olsen Twins on front-that hung loosely over the small twin mounds of her budding breasts. Her fetching outfit was completed by a pale blue denim skirt that had four overly-large buttons down the front.

An attractive and active preteen girl, Amy always left the bottom button above her knees undone so that her stride wouldn't be shortened when she ran. Her mouth was wide, with full 'pouty' lips. Her "adult" teeth were straight and white. A perky nose, a bit on the slim side, upturned slightly at its tip, lent an expression of impertinence to her overall demeanor. She was born with a natural "beauty mark," a small brown mole above the dimple in the curve of her smile on the left side of her face. Her aunt called it a "Mae West mole," whatever THAT was, she didn't know.

But the most noticeable trait that made her winningly distinguishable from thousands of other white, blond, girl children of her age, was a perfectly shaped behind. Amy had always been blessed with an ass-most white people would whisper in private, was only an asset of a very few black girls-and even then, only on those who'd already reached their more mature teen-aged years. It was high, full-rounded, firm and tightly muscular. The kind of ass you would see walking down a sidewalk and instinctively follow with your eyes… up until the moment you crashed headlong into the next guy in front, who was doubtlessly transfixed by Amy's perfect ass as well.

Amy was usually perky and attentive in school, however today the young girl was lulled into a mid-spring daydream, deep in thought, hardly aware of how she looked, felt, or how much she'd looked forward to the unseasonably warm weather they were already enjoying in their southern state's small town.

Outside, bright shafts of sunlight speckled over new budding leaves on trees interspersed around the swings, monkey bars, jungle gym, seesaws and running track in the elementary school's playground. Multi-hued butterflies darted through sunbeams seeking the scarlet, yellow and blue tops of fresh flowers. But urgent, excited thoughts in her busy mind were more insistent than the droning voice of her math teacher, Mr. Connors, which had long ago joined the humming chorus of fat bumblebees outside. She didn't even hear her name, or immediately recognize who called it.

"Miss McKenna! MISS McKenna! Yes, I am speaking to YOU young lady! Can we have your attention up front and NOT out the open window? I know it's a lovely day outside, and you'll all have the chance to be there soon enough, but while we are on the subject of fractions I need your UNDIVIDED attention, is that understood?"

Her classmates snickered at Mr. Connor's chiding joke, and Amy nodded sheepishly while trying to pull herself back into the present. Actually, she liked Mr. Connor and thought he was cute. She usually enjoyed his class, liked watching his youthful, but totally grownup muscular physique, and simply LOVED his chocolate-colored eyes that were SO intense beneath a lock of black hair that perpetually fell across his forehead.

Once again she tried focusing on his energetic pacing in front of the class blackboard, one row beyond where she sat, but try as she might, her legs were soon idly kicking against the rungs and footrest of her seat as her thoughts drifted away…

I guess the easiest way is just to tell it like it happened… I mean from the start of things and then worry later about what I was thinking or what'll happen now… I can't help it though cause it was SO WAY COOL and I never thought these things could happen like that and didn't know I could feel this way about my best friend at all… (Now I WILL be embarrassed when she reads this if I don't erase that part of it first that is. :)

Ok so it all started when Lauri was allowed to come over to spend the night over at my house last Friday but we got that changed to make it the whole weekend the next day. I got home before she got there and put my knapsack away and changed from my school clothes. We were thinking of going bike riding down to the reservoir, so she was riding her bike over from her house on Spring Street. I had time to decide what to wear…

I guess I just threw my blouse and pleated white skirt on the bed-it was one of my favorites-super short and light and it spins up when I twirl around, just like a ballerina's dress. Anyways, I thought the teddy bear panties I wore that day because of gym were like, too much for little kids, so I pulled those off and kicked them under the bed. I was just trying on stuff I liked, looking for a sexy play dress to go bike riding in.

I usually pick dresses to ride my bike, you know? And I usually go without wearing any panties at all-even to school most of the time, except on those days we have to change into shorts or something like at gym or for field trips. I guess it comes from the way I've always been. Daddy used to call me his "little nudie" when I was a kid 'cause I always used to pull my clothes off as soon as we got home from going anywhere. And then Jess used to pull my panties down when he knew I was wearing them, just to show my ass off to his friends and make them laugh. But I didn't care. We all laughed about it. But he gets real red in the face and mad at me when I do it to him and I haven't done that in awhile 'cause he's gotten bigger now and he's starting to grow little blond hairs down there and sometimes he's even got a "boner" he doesn't want his buddies to see but he'll show it off to me. Jess is my brother if you couldn't guess, and he's eleven now-almost twelve.

So there I was in front of the mirror trying on a red wrap-around thing that's nice and short that snaps at the side. I'd just pulled on a cool tank-top t-shirt when I heard Lauri ride up outside. I watched from my window as she parked her bike on the grass against a tree in our yard.

She was thinking of their bike trip then, and what she'd written in the online diary. Could somebody get to it? Could they read it? No, she had made sure to make it "private," and it had a password and all, so only someone who knew that could read the entry she'd made.

But that was exciting all the same… to write about her most secret thoughts and even have them on the Internet where anybody she invited could read what they did. Lauri will like it. She'll tell her after school today and whisper the password so only she could hear it… then she'd read it tonight-and maybe add something more to it? But no, that wasn't likely. Lauri was only eight and she didn't read too good and couldn't even write as well yet to do it on the Internet. And she didn't know how to use her brother's computer either. She didn't know about a lot of stuff yet because she was still a kid.

Amy was looking straight at her teacher, and he seemed to be glancing in her direction more than usual… But his voice had become part of the background hum, the noise she associated with class, her thinking out loud, a popular song by that cute guy-what's his name? So it didn't matter, and she was looking right through him… her knees bumping together in tune to a soundless beat, her heels perched on the chair rungs, her sneaker toes tapping on air.

She came racing through my door all out of breath from the ride, and threw her backpack on my bedspread.

"Whew! Made it in record time!" she says all outta breath.

Lauri is so cute-she's my best friend at school, and the best girl friend I've EVER had. She's got wild red hair that's blond (she says) in the summertime, and she's covered in freckles everywhere, even on her hands and in her ears. On Friday she had her hair done up in braids even though it's still kinda short. It's sticking out all frizzy-like anyway but it looks cool. She was wearing one of those stretchy tube-top halters and her bike racing pants-the ones she got (she told me) from her oldest brother who doesn't live with them anymore.

Anyway, they're elastic and black and you can see right through them cause they're so tight where her panties got bunched up in between her butt cheeks and show the waistband around her tummy.

Well, I gave her a big hug, which is something we started doing lately, and we flopped down on my bed to plan what to do over the weekend.

"So, you want to go riding?" I ask.

"Sure-like, where?"

"I thought we'd go down to the reservoir and go for a swim." I tell her.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit." She says. "I didn't think it'd be THIS warm!"

"Who needs a bathing suit?!" I grinned over at her.

"You mean, like, go swimming naked?"

"Sure-haven't you ever gone skinny dipping before?"

"Well yeah, when I was a little kid, with my brothers, in a rubber pool behind the house of some friends of my dad… That was before he left us."

I knew that Lauri was kinda sensitive whenever she mentioned her dad. Her mother had something like three husbands, one for each of the kids she'd had, and I wasn't sure they had even been married or anything, but that wasn't important so I changed the subject. "Yeah, well we can do that. It's better than wearing a cold wet swimsuit on the way back! We'll just hide our clothes in case some boys come along and try to steal them-they can't see us when we're in the water!"

"Yeah, cool!" She agrees, so I roll over and kick to jump off the bed, but my little skirt flipped up to my waist, and Lauri noticed right away that I was naked underneath it.

"Hey! Aren't you wearing any panties?" she exclaimed as I got to my feet at the foot of the bed.

"Ugh-ugh." I toss my head, grinning down at her. "I hardly ever wear them anymore. They're WAY too childish."

"Childish?" she asks, sitting up to face me.

"Yeah, you know, like in the movies, all the sexy girls NEVER wear any underpants-you can see right through their dresses that they don't. And it's much cooler this way! You ought to try it riding bikes!"

"Really?" she asks wide-eyed.

"And you shouldn't wear anything under those stretchy bike pants anyway. It looks uncomfortable the way you're wearing them now. Don't those panties itch you up inside like that?"

"You're right about that!" She exclaimed. "That's just what Richard told me when he gave them to me. Of course, he didn't say it in front of mom, but he said he wanted to see me wear them INSTEAD of panties!"

"Did you ever model them for him?" I asked.

"You mean, like, show them off wearing them?"

"Yeah, wearing them like he wanted-you ever do that?"

"Sure." She admitted, while her face blushed a pinkish color beneath her red hair. It made her freckles look darker and real cute.

"Well," I prompted, as I tugged her feet. "What HAPPENED? You can tell ME!"

"Well… He liked them. He took a long time looking at them, asked me to turn around and made sure they fit me just right…"

"How'd he do that?" I wanted to know.

"You know, like when you put stockings on, you gotta smooth them down, pull them tight an' all…"

"That's what he did for you?" I started to smile at her cute little embarrassment. "So he did that a lot? Made sure they fit?"

"Uh-hugh." She nodded and squirmed on the bed.

"Okay, so stand up and take off those underpants and put the bike pants back on. Then I'll make sure they fit and you tell me if it's like how he did it."

"Really? Well OK, only you gotta turn around when I get undressed."

"Why?"

"Cause I'll be showing my 'privates!'" She giggled.

"Oh, good GRIEF!" I pouted, but turned my back on her to face the mirror on my closet door. When I edged aside just a little bit, I could see Lauri sitting at the edge of the bed behind me, tugging down the tight black stretch pants. She stood up to kick those off her sneakers, and then she pulled the white cotton panties from between her slit and cheeks.

They came down her pale freckled legs all wadded and wet looking and she kicked them with her shoes under the bed where mine were. Then she hopped around on one bare foot, and then the other, just to get the tiny stretchy shorts back on. I almost fell down trying to keep from laughing out loud!

"It's NOT funny!" she giggled.

I turned around just as she tugged the last roll of waistband over her hips, and I caught a glimpse of her bare pussy cleft before it got covered up. "She has freckles even down there!" I noticed.

"I didn't SAY I was ready!" she chided me. "You saw my PRIVATES!" but by now she was laughing as hard as me while still trying to stretch her legs out into the rubbery material.

"No, that's MY job!" I tell her. "I'm going to do it like Richard did. You just tell me how he did it so I'll do the same thing."

She wanted to play along, so she skipped around me enthusiastically to go into the closet so she could make an entrance like she remembered doing for her brother. "You sit down and pretend you're Richard." She said, "I'll show you how he had me show them off for him."

She stepped right back from the closet, pulling her tube-top up and over her head as she walked slowly toward me. She shook out her auburn pigtails with a toss of her head as she cast the knit material aside. "He had me wear ONLY these." She explained. "He said he wanted to see how they looked against my skin with my freckles an' all…"

And they DID look good on her like this-with nothing underneath. They molded her small body, pulled tightly against every curve and cleft and swelling of her. They lifted her butt cheeks and squeezed tight against her thighs. Between there, they folded up into her girl crack and hugged her pussy mound.

"So what'd he do next?" I prompted her.

"Well, he asked me to turn around slowly like this for him…" and she showed me how by pirouetting in slow motion in front of me. "…Then he wanted me to bend way over, like this, and touch my toes." She bent down with her legs spread wide open so her behind was only inches from my face. "But he looked under my legs, you know? Like, he turned his face around to look real close where it fits between my legs."

So I took her hint and did the same. "Like this?"

"Uh-hugh… But he said they needed to be 'snugger,' so he pulled up real hard in the front and back… It picked me right up off the ground! And he said that's what was called a 'weggie' to be like that, but he liked seeing me that way!"

So I reached out and gripped the waistband over her butt crack and below her tummy and pulled up real hard. Sure enough, the elastic material pulled right up inside her behind and further into her pussy lips. It pulled up at the bottom too, so it showed a lot of her bare cheeks above the pale whiteness of her legs there. They looked like the shortest mini short-shorts I'd ever seen!

"Then he pressed all the wrinkles out." She said. "Are there any wrinkles? He said there were, but I don't see how there could be!" she said in a self-conscious effort tying to sound conversational.

I ran my hands up her legs and over her hips, pulling her closer to stand between my feet against the mattress of the bed. My hands reached back around and pulled the flimsy material tightly against her behind. I brought my right hand up between her legs and pressed my finger through the fold of her puss, my thumb pressed hard against the bone.

Then I slowly pulled my thumb down to pinch her softness. Lauri's eyes were closed and she wobbled on her feet-leaning into me. Her breathing got faster like when she'd raced in the door. "Did he do this?" I asked her?

"Ummm-Yeah. He did that a lot. It makes me all warm down there." She whispered.

I pushed in tightly against her, and then slowly pulled my finger back through the crack, all the while pulling her butt cheeks into me. I felt her hot sticky wetness beginning to seep through the pants. She wiggled her feet further apart, then bent her knees slightly and squeezed my hand between her thighs. She groaned softly. "Did he kiss you?" I asked.

"Ugh… later… when I was… was lying down." She panted.

"He kissed you-where?" I wanted to know.

"You know. Down… down THERE… where he was touching… Where you're… touching me now!"

"Kissed you here?" And I pulled aside the edge of stretchy pants until her cute little pussy was uncovered. She opened her knees instinctively, so I licked up inside the crack, tasting her dripping wetness.

"Ohhhhhh!" Lauri gasped.

"You're already open inside." I told her. "Did Richard put anything up inside you?"

"Ouuu…" She reacted with a start to the tip of my finger as it slipped within the tight little hole. "He… he put SOMETHING in me there. When I was laying on my stomach, he held my butt up and it hurt but then felt all warm inside… Ohhhh, Amy! Do it more there! That feels soooo GOOD!"

My tongue found her lump of hot slipperiness poking out from between the spread lips. It seemed to pop right up and grow slippery, so I rolled my thumb over it.

"Uuuuuu!" she moaned, biting her lower lip.

She fell backwards over the bed and I pulled those shortie-shorts down her legs. I pushed her legs as wide open as they would go, and wriggled up between them to sink my mouth tightly over her freckled little girl lips and the throbbing swelling pink button inside…

A sudden burst of laughter from the class brought Amy back from her reverie. Her teacher had dropped a handful of papers next to his desk-a test he was going to pass out for them to take. The class was relieved to escape that ordeal, if only for as long as it took for Mr. Connor to retrieve them. But he seemed clumsy today. He was crouched on his heels and he'd pick up some, but then lost them, and had to scoop them up again. All the while he seemed to be looking directly Amy's way, and grinning at her with a silly smile, like his clumsiness was a clown's act for her private entertainment.

She glanced under her desk where his stare seemed to be transfixed, and all of a sudden, she knew! Looking down her shortie denim skirt, she noticed that the pesky third button had come open again! That left only two that remained fastened-the one at her waist, and the next one over her tummy. She always left the bottom one open, but the one over her puss had popped open now, and of course, she hadn't paid much attention to opening her legs or bouncing her knees… "Mr. Connor found a way to stare at my little bare pussy!" She realized with flushed delight. She never thought a grown man would act like the silly boys her own age!

"Gee… I wonder how big HIS dick can grow?" She secretly wondered. All the while she pretended to be ignorant of the distress she was causing him, doing her best to smile back innocently at the dumbfounded man in her most open-faced, little-girl way.