Perverts 'R' Us

Kirsty Candle

By Nobody True ( M/f, pedo, cons )

Eight AM, Friday morning. I'm standing as usual, as I do every weekday morning at the bus stop on my way to work at the town hall offices. I'm nothing special, just an ordinary sixty-four-year-old, low-graded civil servant, waiting for retirement, happily widowed, and residing in a flat.

As usual, there is a group of school kids in front of me - boys and girls of various ages ranging from eleven to sixteen, dressed in smart, prim uniforms. Over the years I'd seen them come and go, however this morning seemed different.

The girls, huddled in a tight little group at the front of the bus stop, were whispering and giggling to each other. The boys clustered around them, listening intently. I couldn't make out what was actually being said, but whatever it was, the boys were getting excited.

One boy of about fifteen, a stocky, overweight youth with a spotty complexion kept turning around and staring past me. The Bully Boy, I'd secretly named him. The boys were now sharing the conversation and asking questions. The girls were still giggling, and Bully Boy now jumping about laughing.

"Shush! She's here."

The whole group turned to stare past me. I turned to see the object of their amusement: a very young-looking eleven-year-old, walking towards the bus stop to stand behind me. I knew this girl. She delivered my newspapers every morning, come rain or shine.

I smiled and said good morning, and Bully Boy suddenly and out of tune began to sing, "Come on baby light my fire." The whole group erupted in laughter. A tall, skinny youth started to sing, "Like a candle in the wind." Now the whole group was hysterical.

I turned to look at the girl. She was nothing remarkable, very small for her age, straight up and down, and a pretty face, that's all. Her face bright red in embarrassment, crying, tears streaming down the side of her cheeks.

An older girl that I thought of as nice and polite, whose grandmother lived below me, had been standing to the side of the group. She walked past me, stood next to the younger girl, hugged her, and asked if she was OK.

Bully Boy stared at them smirking, repeating over and over, "Kirsty candle". The older girl told them to shut up and leave her alone. They did.

The bus arrived early for a change, and the kids clambered on board. The bus driver told Bully Boy that he wasn't going to stand for any nonsense from him today. I got on, paid, and sat at my usual seat.

The older and young girl, who now I believed was named Kirsty, sat in front of me. The others took over the back of the bus. I listened intently, thinking to myself how kids could be so cruel.

As the older girl asked her, "Why did she tell them?"

Kirsty, still crying, said that they had been talking about sex and things when she just blurted it out. Intrigued I listened. The older girl was sympathizing, saying that she shouldn't have, that it was personal, and anything like that should be kept to herself. The older girl turned and smiled with a questioning look. I smiled and nodded, agreeing.

The bus pulled up outside the school, and the kids at the back came rushing down the aisle laughing and giggling as they passed. The older girl held Kristy's hand and they got off the bus together. I watched as she steered Kirsty past the group of kids and on through the school gates.

The bus set of on the rest of its journey, until it was my turn to alight and go to work. I spent most of the day pondering what she had told them for it to be so humorous. Suddenly I realized.

On the way home I called at the local XXX shop. The next morning I woke early, staring out the living room window. Rain was hurtling down, and I waited. I watched as the young girl on her bicycle rode up the road towards the small four blocks of flats. Opening my front door, I waited. Then I heard the sound of squelchy trainers approaching on the steps. I smiled as she reached the top steps, heading for my flat.

She smiled on seeing me and said "hi".

I smiled saying good morning.

"No its not" she'd said.

I agreed as I watched the water drip down her jacket onto her short, pleated-denim skirt and onto the floor, a puddle forming around her trainers. She looked like a half-drowned rat, her dark brown hair lying lank against her small shoulders. She reached into the yellow bag, retrieved a newspaper and handed it to me.

I said, "Thank you, Kirsty. It is Kirsty, isn't it?"

She smiled said it was, and started to walk away towards the stairs.

"Kirsty… Would you like to come in and dry yourself off?"

She turned, thought about it, and nodded. I moved aside, allowing her to enter my flat. I went into the bathroom as she dropped the bag from her shoulder and removed her jacket. I handed her a dry, warm beach towel, and took the jacket and bag, hanging them over the kitchen door to dry. I watched as she vigorously dried her hair. I asked if she'd like a hot drink, and went into the small but adequate kitchen and made coffee.

As I entered the living room, I stared as she sat with her back against the arm rest, her small pointy mounds visible through her white tee shirt, nipples poking through the material. She was drying her right leg with the towel, her leg lifted, and her trainer-less foot and knee rested against the back of the four-seated sofa. Her trainers and pop socks were discarded on the carpet, and the short, pleated denim skirt rose above her thighs. I sat at the other end of the sofa, holding two cups of coffee and watched.

She slowly and gently dried her leg, inching up to her thigh, her legs opening wider revealing a tiny pink g string. I stared in awe at the small bulge, the crease between perfectly formed pussy lips, dark pubic hairs protruding above the g-string. My old, wrinkly member awakened from a long and lonely stupor.

She reached over and took one of the cups, handing me the towel. I looked up to her face to see bright, twinkling brown eyes and a wonderful smile. Smiling back, I took the towel into the bathroom, hanging it over the radiator. I returned back to the sofa. She was still sat in the same position, now both knees were tight together feet splayed open. We chatted about everyday things, me glancing between her thin thighs.

I was trying to broach the subject of what was the cause of so much amusement yesterday morning and not getting very far. I'd found out that Clair (who's grandmother lived in the flat below me) had kept an eye on her all day. Kirsty's parents ran the corner shop and they lived above it, and mine was the last paper to be delivered on her round.

Still not knowing what to say, I produced from my pocket the small oblong package bought from the XXX shop and handed it to her, saying, "A present for you."

Kirsty took it, passed me the empty coffee cup and removed the brown paper bag, staring at the box with the words "rampant rabbit" written on it. She stared at me, a puzzled look on her face.

"Open it, Kirsty"

She pulled open the end tab, sliding the four-inch, slim vibrator out. She held it in her small hand, asking what it was. I reached over turned the knob at the bottom and it began to vibrate. She dropped it in shock. I laughed as it rolled around on the settee, picked it up, held it tightly.

"And said what do you think it's for?" I asked. She stared, dumfounded. "Shall I show you?" She stared unsure then nodded.

Gripping it firmly, I pressed it lightly against the g-string between her pussy lips. Opening her legs, she exclaimed "WOW!" as I slowly slid it up and down between her lips, finding her little love button and holding it there while it worked its magic. I slid it under the g-string so she could feel it properly. She squirmed, her little arse rose pushing her pussy closer, and she started to shudder.

I passed it to her, watching her staring at it with wide eyes. She opened her legs wide and started rubbing it up and down, pulling the g-string to one side. (My old wrinkly was now fully awakened) I stared in amazement as she placed it at the center of her little hole, pushing it all the way in with no obstruction, until only the turning knob was visible, held tightly between her fingers.

My old cock was now released, firmly gripped, and getting pumped up and down.

Her legs began to quiver, moans escaping between clenched teeth, eyes tightly shut, she shuddered to a climax, pulling it out and letting it roll about on the sofa, her juices smearing the fabric.

I reached for the vibrator and turned it off. She opened her eyes, smiling, throwing her arms around my neck, and kissing me on the cheek, saying "Thank you, thank you."

She looked down, not realizing what I was doing, and stared wide eyed.

"WOW!"

"Are you going to give me a present, Kirsty?"

She smiled and nodded, her hands resting on my shoulders, lifting her left leg over, astride me. I placed my cock at the entrance to her hole, and held both cheeks of her arse. Gritting her teeth together she pushed down, forcing four of my seven inches inside, stretching the walls of her pussy to their limits. She screamed in shock.

Gripping her arse cheeks tighter I rocked her backwards and forwards, slowly forcing more and more of my cock into her, six inches crashing into her cervix. I held her there, feeling her inner muscles tightening around my old cock.

"WOW!" she exclaimed.

Removing my hands from her arse cheeks, I pushed her torso away from me, looking down between us. Her pussy lips were red, raw, stretched to the limit, and rolled wide open. My impaled cock was deep within her.

Kirsty, with beads of perspiration on her face, looked down, staring at the bulge in her stomach. Her hands reached down, rubbing it. I moaned. She worked her way down to her outward-stretched pussy lips, stroking them lightly, pulling them open a little, and playing with her love button.

"Does it hurt, Kirsty?"

"Only when I move, it's just so tight."

"What does it feel like inside?"

"Hard, very hard, it hurts inside. What do I do now?"

"Well you can either move up and down, or rock backwards and forwards."

She tried to lift herself up, "Oww, it hurts."

I smiled. Reaching behind her I cupped her arse cheeks and slowly began rocking her back and forth. This was the effect I was waiting for, her pussy started getting wetter, sliding easily back and forth.

Lifting her gently up the shaft of my old cock until the head was about to come out, I slowly slid her back down, rocking her gently back and forth, instructing her till she took control. Moans were coming from her mouth as she bit into my shoulder. My index finger found the small, puckered arsehole, pushing the tip it in. An "ush" sound escaped from her mouth.

Slowly I rimmed her anus, dipping further in and out and reaching for the vibrator with my left hand. With my right hand, I turned it on, placing it to the entrance of her arsehole. It worked its magic once more, as the muscles within her pussy started to convulse, gripping my cock harder. The vibrator slid deeper into her and she started grinding down, forcing more of me within her.

Grabbing her arse cheeks I pushed her up my length, letting her drop back down and instructing her. She bit harder into the flesh of my shoulder on every downward stroke. Kirsty's breathing was erratic, and I could feel blood trickling down onto my chest as our union was getting faster harder, grinding into my groin with wanton abandon.

Her muscles tightened like a clamp. The sensation was unbelievable. My cock was throbbing, exploding deep within in her. Kirsty's whole body trembled and shook as she collapsed against me.

We stayed like that for over an hour, and she asked if we could do it again. I reminded her that I was nearly a pensioner and it took time to recover. She told me not to worry and she would look after me and do any errands, as long as we could do it again. I agreed, reminding her of what Clair had said.

The end