Perverts 'R' Us

Mind of Perversion: Act One

By Perverse Verberations ( plot twist )

I love boys. Young boys. I really, really... REALLY love them. Within reason, the younger the better. Of course I do want them old enough to know what's going on and be able to take part. I especially want them to be able to utilize their sweet little wieners for both of our amusements and mutual pleasure.

There is something so sweet about young boys and I'm not just talking about their spunk! If they're old enough to spunk, that is! I can't help but giggle quietly to myself...

Sigh. I wish they didn't have to grow up. There is something so enticing and innocent about a boy, which unfortunately they all too soon lose as they get older. Males just grow into being real stinkers! Right girls? There seems to be only few exceptions...

What I initially love about a boy is his bashfulness and awkwardness. Then, I love to mold him and turn him into a real potent sexual being. I love being able to point to a boy that is awakened and say to myself "I did that!"

Now, to talk about my latest interest. Jimmy. I think I'm going to make him my newest conquest. Jimmy is more than bashful, he's down right shy. I know that I'm going to have my work cut out for me. However, I'm up to the challenge! I've got several successful past experiences to pull from and I more than have the desire. Oh, do I ever have the desire!

Jimmy isn't especially beautiful though he is rather cute. It's not his physical attractiveness that is causing this longing in me. I've come to realize in the past that the more shy a boy is the more turned on I am. It's almost like it's a challenge that is thrown to me. Well, Jimmy, get ready cause I'm gunning for you. Or should I say cumming? I've been doing that for a couple weeks now just thinking about seducing this precious little package! Giggle...

You may be asking yourself how I get access to all these lovely little boys. Simple. I hire myself out as their babysitter! I'm well known in my part of town and the parents love me. I'm only fifteen years of age but the adults love my no-nonsense, take-charge attitude. I'm what they call "very mature" for my age. They love the fact that I seem to rub off on their children. Boy, do I ever. And I do mean BOY! Another mental giggle...

Tomorrow I get put my plan into action. I'm scheduled to sit him. And so sit him I shall. Later, when we have more time I would love to relate my past experiences. Especially my first time. My first real conquest. Because, of course, there were other encounters prior to my first true taste of young-boy flesh but those were just warming up sessions. Teases. Like at the park or mall where I would flash and such. But I digress. Again, those will be stories for another telling...

Tomorrow arrives quickly...

My stomach has butterflies. I quickly dress after getting home from school and get ready. I hope into a tee and a pair of sweat pants. Jimmy will be dropped off anytime now and, since it's the weekend, my own parents will be going out. There is a light rapping on my bedroom door and I give out a slightly startled cry and turn around.

"Oh, sorry honey. Didn't mean to startle you." It's my father.

"It's OK, Daddy. I guess I was just off somewhere," I respond.

He gives a beautiful teeth flashing smile. He's one of those rare males that grew up without losing his boyish charm. Sometimes I wonder if it's that very charm that made me this way. Ah, the guilt I first felt when I discovered my peculiar tastes. Again, I drift off dreamily, as I continue to look at my father's warm, smiling face.

"Honey? Hello, anybody home?" he asks and playfully waves his hand. I giggle. I love to play the part of my daddy's little girl. Yes, girl, if you hadn't caught on yet...

"I'm here, Dad," I snort and act peeved. All an act. Oh, if only he weren't my father... Then, there's Mom....

"Well, your mother and I are leaving now, Sweetie," he tells me. "You going to be alright?"

He worries about his little girl. Oh, how I've thought about telling him about my "experiences". How I've longed to tell him how I feel about him. Why can't I find another older man like my father? Or even a boy my age would be nice. Then I could control my feelings for my father!

"Yeah. I'll be fine, Dad. Like all the other times," I sigh slightly. "Now, go. You guys have fun." I wave my hand, as if he's dismissed.

"All right, all right, Sweetie," he laughs. Then more seriously, "You call us if you need anything," Dad says and turns to leave.

"Dad!" I call out a bit hurriedly and loudly. I get such a strong urge to be touched by him.

He turns, with a bit of a startled expression. "What is it, Baby?"

Oh, how I melt when he calls me that. All that melting always goes right to misting me up where it counts...

I hesitatingly get up and then quickly close the distance between us, with a tingling sensation running through me. I look up into his still slightly confused face. I can feel myself beginning to slightly blush and my nipples are beginning to harden up. I know that I need to do this quickly, before I back down like so many other times. That and I don't want him seeing my nipples getting aroused. I'm wearing no bra and, once erect, I'm know that they can be seen easily through the thin material! I wore it just for that reason. It's one of my favorite teases...

"I just didn't want you to go without me giving you hug goodbye," I tell him

He smiles brightly and we then hug. I put my arms up around his neck and Daddy puts one hand on my upper back and one on my lower, but nowhere as low as I would like. My small, but very firm breasts mash wonderfully against him and I lay my cheek upon his well-defined and muscled chest. I give out a little sigh. I'm sure Daddy doesn't know it, but it's a pent-up and released sigh of sexual desire.

I've seen lots of daughters hug their daddies and almost always keep that respectful distance between their groin areas. Me, I push right up against my daddy, hoping to find what I'm looking for...

"Well, now. What prompted this show of affection?" he says happily. "You haven't given your old man a hug in a long time," Dad chides me playfully.

"You're not old," I say softly and quite seriously.

I pull my head back to look at his face, but stay close. I even slightly wiggle with the movement so that my now fully erect nipples play along his chest and I let my mons search out. Then, I feel a slight stirring from my daddy, or maybe it's my imagination. However, I see a slightly strange look come into Daddy's eyes. He knows. He knows what I'm thinking and what I'm feeling. I think I can feel him beginning to swell some. Tensing. He KNOWS!

"I know it's been awhile, Dad. It's just. Well, you know. I'm older now and all," I tell him with a slightly nervous tone. "That's why I wanted to hug you before you left. I love you, Dad."

All this is making me so fucking horny! My brain is screaming, my belly is churning and my tits and cunny feel like they're on fire! If I could do it without Daddy knowing full well what I'm about, I'd thrust so that my little clittie could do the searching...

"I love you too, Sweetie," he says so lovingly. His bewildered look melting to one of fatherly love and I can actually feel him losing his tension.

I want to put things back on track, though. So, "Sorry it's been so long for me giving you a hug," I say somewhat poutingly, while I slightly wiggle, my mons searching hungrily. I lightly run my tongue along my lips.

"It's all right, Sweetie. I understand," Dad tells me, with his voice now getting slightly hesitant and his face registering a look of slight confusion once again. He seems to be thinking to himself. Then my daddy begins to rub my back a little and his bottom hand delightfully plays down to the curve of my lower back. He begins to tenderly massage my lower back and his eyes seem to bore into me.

I continue to smile warmly up at him. I keep my face this way, even though I can definitely feel some growth now and Daddy isn't even trying to hide the fact...

"You know what else I haven't had in a long time from my little princess?" he asks softly and I can't help but think a little longingly.

I shake my head slightly and mouth no. My mouth still pouty. I wet them once more with my tongue but more fully and forcefully this time. I let my tongue linger on my awaiting lips...

"A kiss."

A few long seconds pass, as these words hang in the air. Seemingly between our awaiting faces. Our awaiting lips. My tongue is still pressing against my lips, parting them for him.

Then, mutually at the same time he leans his head down and I lift my head up and we softly kiss each other on the lips. The kiss is nothing sexual. Just a father and daughter kiss. At least, on the surface it seems this way. Down below, though...

I raise my body up and stand on my toes. This lets me more firmly press my lips to his, since he is still being a bit shy. More importantly my moving up lets my mons delightfully run up along his tension, so I can feel his arousal. We linger the delicate kiss longer than we ever have and I slide back down. This allows me to rub up against him again and forces him to have to follow me down so not to break the soft kiss. I can feel firmness were just a few minutes ago there was none before.

Dad lets his hand slide down more and it is now on the top portion of my ass cheek. His hand, though, just lies across my tender flesh without making any attempt at pleasuring me. He's still undecided as to what to do, it seems. Only several long seconds have passed, but then we both know that we need to break the kiss, before the father/daughter trust itself is broken.

Break it! Break it, Daddy!

He doesn't. As we pull our heads back, there is a burning look in my father's eyes though and a quickening to his breathing. Maybe it's my imagination but I swear it's desire. I notice for the first time that my juices are beginning to flow and I can detect my slight scent! We stare into one another's eyes for a little bit. We are both unsure but then I can feel his resolve... um, firming up all the way. His manhood gives a firm throb and so I give a slight surprised look downward between us and look back up into his eyes.

"Daddy?" I ask firmly. I begin to breathe a little quickly myself. Now my pussy feels so hot and wet! My wildest fantasies...

Suddenly, he pulls at me. His lower hand grasps my cheek and pushes me into him. This causes my mons to mash firmly against Daddy's now throbbing sex. I let my hands drop to his shoulders and I give just a slight push against him, with my breathing coming more quickly, matching his. But I make sure that it is only a token resistance. His other hand begins to slide from behind me...

"Dad?" I ask, with a little fear and uncertainty sounding in my voice. I want to put up a good game, even though my pussy is so fucking slick and hungry! He is beginning to perspire and I can feel a few beads forming on my own upper lip.

My father now runs his tongue along his own lips and his expression is one of total lust. He begins to slowly lower his head. My breathing is now coming rampant and my tiny breasts are heaving. I know my Daddy is going for another kiss, and that this one will NOT be a father/daughter kiss! The trust is going to be broken! His upper hand is still sliding from behind and is now lying along the side of my body, just under my armpit. He lets his hand rest there and I can feel the moisture of my sweaty pit. I know that the sweat from my pit must be wetting his hand...

I play the innocent little girl and let my eyes go wide in mock disbelief at what is happening.

"Daddy?" I say softly under my breath this time and with a slight quiver to my voice. I quickly breathe so that my breasts, with their hardened nipples, can brush along his manly chest!

Once more, "Daddy?" I say breathlessly and I even let my eyes tear up just a bit. Of course they are from excitement and joy, but he doesn't need to know that!

"Daddy!" I hiss softly and with a whine.

I see that he is beyond caring and his hand is now continuing its journey and making its way around to the front to cup and I'm sure to fondle my breast...

"Hey, are we going!?" a voice calls up, half-jokingly and half-irritably.

My mother! Damn it!

Dad's body gives off a little violent jerk. It's not just his body that has jerked though, because I definitely felt his erection give off a hard, firm thrust.

"Cumming... uh, coming, Honey!" Dad calls back, with his hand just brushing the side of my tit.

Dad swallows hard, blinks his eyes several times and then begins to break our embrace. His face turns bright red and I can see shame written all over it. Knowing, that we are separating, I act like I am pushing away from him and let my mons press firmly against his engorged appendage. It feels so large, hard and I can feel the heat from it!

I really don't want to, but I hurriedly step back, seeing the quick change in him.

"Oh, shit, Baby...," Dad mumbles shamefully.

I act like I quickly compose myself and I make believe that everything is fine. I see him beginning to tear up a bit. "It's all right, Daddy. Honest. It's all right." I step back up to him and caress a cheek with a moist palm.

He seems like he's about to weep.

"You guys have fun," I tell Dad. I act like I hesitate and I then give him a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you, Daddy." I then quickly step back from him, like I'm still slightly frightened.

He seems about to say more but then he simply turns and makes his way down our hallway. He stops at the top of the stairs and momentarily looks back at me. He is still upset but he has control of himself now. However, lying just under his shame I can see that his eyes are still smoldering and I can definitely see that he is still sporting a nice bulge. I just hope Mom doesn't see, or at least get suspicious.

Seeing that Dad is still staring, I smile warmly, though I make it a strained smile, and give a little wave. He seems to think to himself and then turns and makes his way down the stairs. I know what he must be thinking. Did that all just really happen? Was my daughter a part of it or was it just all me? Am I a fucking pervert?

Well, Daddy. It did happen and yes, you are a pervert. With this realization, so much tension is released in me. My daddy is a PERV! I feel like dancing around and screaming it. I just wish that I had chosen a more opportune time, so we could have been alone...

"Bye, Sweetheart!" my mother calls up.

"Uh, yeah, bye... Baby," Dad follows up. He is still obviously still a little shaken up.

"See you guys!" I call down with a seemingly happy tone, though I put a little strained sound in it.

I hear the door open and shut behind them and them locking it...

I'm now laying on my bed smiling. It's a big ol' smile. I idly grab up a small mound, the one that Dad should have had in his hand, and massage myself. I then quickly put my other hand down my sweat pants and on under my panties. Jesus! I'm sopping wet!

I begin to slide my middle finger in when I become startled by the doorbell. So startled, in fact, that I slightly scrape the inside of my pussy. Luckily the lubrication keeps me from actually scratching myself. Then, it all hits me...

JIMMY!

My fun is not over! I quickly get up and head down to meet my little boy...

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