Perverts 'R' Us

The Banished 'Pedo'

By Spin ( M/g, pedo, oral, anal, cons, 1st )

Read the Latest addition to the "Paul the Pedo" saga. The first story, "Another Third Grader in My Bed" was quite a hit with my readers. This new story begins years later after Paul pushes his luck with a neighborhood child and gets literally run out of the city and banished to the country. Our hero is up to his old tricks but as you'll see, he's discovered a few new ones too.

Paul Sweeney wiped the sweat off his wrinkled, aged face with a handkerchief while gazing down the dusty ribbon of endless highway. The Old Route 85 stretched like a serpent from one end of the county to the other.

His mind wandered as he sat on a creaky wooden bench, reminiscing about the days when the highway was the main thoroughfare filled with hundreds of cars, trucks and busses. Yes! Business was better then, but today, he survives on his meager pension and the small profit that his combination gas station-bicycle shop provides.

To Paul, this lonely piece of real estate was his own little paradise. Having been forced to leave his old digs in the city years ago after being caught once too often with his hand in the 'cookie jar', he sold his house and bought this relic of a business where he could enjoy his most treasured freedom, freedom to occasionally feel up and fondle little girls.

Out here in the desolate country one might wonder how often a customer would come by. But when an unsuspecting child would happen by to have her bicycle fixed, Paul, the banished 'pedo' from the city would be in his glory.

Waves of heat radiated in the distance from the scorched blacktop as a single car approached. Paul rose from his perch on the bench, waiting anxiously for the customer to stop and buy some gas or maybe a repair job…or at least stop to chat.

"Hi folks!" He greeted the carload of kids and adults as they pulled next to the gas pump.

His cock suddenly twitched in his pants as a little cutie wearing shorts climbed out with a smile. His eyes focused intently on her smooth, fleshy thighs as she skipped happily towards the restroom.

The swell in his pants suddenly grew to a feverish hard-on as he imagined the child's delightfully smooth, hairless little slit while she dropped her panties and squatted on the toilet. A secretly hidden camera, rigged to turn on when the door opened would record everything for his enjoyment later.

"OK, folks, that's $20.00 for the gas and a peek at your daughter's little pussy," he thought to himself with a smirk as the driver handed him a twenty dollar bill. The little girl beamed a bright smile as he winked at her pretty face. Soon, the car drove away in a cloud of dust.

Paul resumed sitting on the bench, which was his favorite place to guard his little paradise while keeping an eye out for customers. As usual, he dozed off as the hot afternoon sun baked the rural landscape.

"Hey mister! Hey mister!" A child's voice interrupted his pleasant dreams as he snoozed while vivid thoughts of his hands roaming freely inside of a little girl's panties filled his brain.

"Uh huh…OH! Hi honey. What can I do for you?" he asked as his eyes fluttered open.

"My bike's broken. Can you fix it please?" she asked with a sad face. Paul's heart skipped a beat as he noticed that the intruder was a very pretty little girl, wearing very short shorts and sporting the cutest damn butt he had seen in a long time.

"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked as he rose from the bench, not bothering to adjust the noticeable boner in his pants.

"I'm Missy and I'm nine but my birthday is gonna' be next week and then I'll be ten," she replied with a toothy, dazzling grin as she stood fidgeting next to her ailing bicycle.

Her shorts were too small for her body Paul realized as he stared at the girl's desirable, preteen features. His lips smacked with thoughts of slipping a hand inside of her panties but then he zoomed in on the sexy outline of the slit between her legs and the bare skin of her nicely revealed little butt.

The child's skin was typical of the 'country look', radiant, smooth but deeply tanned. A stunningly pretty face easily revealed her youth and innocence as she continued smiling while rocking from side to side on the balls of her feet. Her trusting eyes beckoned him, teasing him as he finally reached for the child's bike and carried it into his shop.

"OH MY! You sure have a lot of bikes here," Paul's newest customer commented as she followed him into the crowded bicycle repair shop. Some of the old bikes hanging on hooks from the ceiling were vintage models dating back to the 50s or earlier while an assortment of bicycle parts littered the rest of the room. Locked away in a storeroom out back were brand new models in boxes waiting to be sold.

With a toothpick dangling from a corner of his mouth, Paul examined the broken bike as Missy stood by, watching with a keen interest. He wiped his brow then smiled to himself as he rubbed his crotch with a weatherworn hand.

"Well sweetie, I'm afraid the rear wheel is too bent to be straightened but I can put on a new one if you want. And your bicycle seat is no good either," he explained as his hand continued rubbing his boner right in front of the child.

Missy's eyes darted to the pronounced lump in his pants as she asked, "How much is it gonna be?"

"W-e-l-l, my darling. If we can make a nice little deal just between us, there won't be any charge," he replied with a gleam in his eyes that didn't go unnoticed.

Missy was one of several children of a poor, migrant worker family, which worked on a nearby farm. She knew that her daddy couldn't afford to have her bike fixed so the old man's suggestion of 'some kind of deal' sounded promising but the look in his eyes was a curious thing and it made her wary.

She sensed that she might not like the offer but she was desperate to have her bike fixed. A smile soon developed as the child nodded her head "OK", alerting Paul that it was time to speak.

"What color panties are you wearing, my love?" Paul asked as he looked around his shop, making sure no one else was in the room.

"Blue I think," Missy replied as her heart raced with concerns and apprehension about the old man's question.

"W-e-l-l honey, I like blue panties on little girls. If you want your bike fixed you have to let me see and feel your panties," he continued with a smile, which was intended to soothe the girl's fears.

"B-b-u-t-t my mom…OK," she finally agreed, as she too looked around for any witnesses to her naughty deed.

"First thing is to determine which bicycle seat will fit your cute little rear-end," Paul announced as his hands reached around the little girl's butt. Soon his eager fingertips began to pretend to examine Missy's shapely ass, smoothing over the material of her shorts while his brain drank in the sensuous feel of her fine little body.

Lifting the leg band of her shorts, he tried to slip his hand under the tight material, finally giving up and then unsnapping her pants in one effortless motion. The child's body trembled as he un-zipped her shorts and tugged at the waist until they were gathered in a pile around her ankles. Smooth, delicate skin lined the inside of her thighs, wetting Paul's appetite to see more of this precious little girl.

Kneeling in front of the child, he licked his lips then reached between her legs for a feel of her exquisitely soft inner thighs. Missy gasped when she felt his thick fingertips smooth over her skin, probing her panty-covered sex while she stood frozen in her stance.

"Please don't, " she begged when he cupped his warm hand directly over her slit. Then without another word, she was being carried upstairs to another room.

"How come you're taking me in here?" Missy whined as Paul just smiled without answering her question. "Please! I havta' go home now," she cried as he placed her on his bed and closed the door.

Methodically, Paul began his pleasures with the child, removing her panties while relishing the rare treat of another little preteen girl naked in his bed. The radiance of her innocence filled his eyes with joy and anticipation as he gently opened her thighs for a better view of her alluring, child sex.

Tiny, enticing and inviting, described the pristine sight of Missy's pink, moist little pussy as Paul opened her vagina with his fingertips.

"Stop it…please!" she commanded as she squirmed on the bed, trying to close her legs while a finger was being thrust into her immature fuck-hole.

"Listen sweetie. If you wanna' new bike then you'll have to cooperate," Paul announced in a stern sounding tone.

"Did you say NEW bike?" she asked with a wide smile as if all was well.

"Uh huh. I'm gonna' give you a brand new bike and all you have to do is relax and let me feel your lovely little body," he replied as he quickly un-zipped his fly.

"How come you're taking your thingy out?" she asked with widened eyes of concern.

"The nicer you are, the better the bike you'll get, my love," he replied as he kneeled between the girl's open legs with his swollen, throbbing cock in his hand.

"No! Don't do that," she complained as Paul guided his thick, meaty shaft into the depths of Missy's young, preteen pussy. The sensation was intense as the child's tight little vagina refused to open and allow penetration. A handy tube of KY Jelly did the trick, easing his eager penis into the tightest pussy he had ever fucked.

"OH GOD IN HEAVEN!" Paul moaned out loud as the snug vaginal walls of the sweetest pussy on the planet gripped his cock like a vise. His brain was numb with sexual gratification as he impaled the girl, fucking her slowly until her tight little hole finally relaxed and allowed deeper penetration.

"O-w-e-e!" Missy cried as her tender hymen ruptured. Her tiny body writhed as the pain rippled through every nerve and muscle. Finally his nine-year-old fuck-mate stopped with her complaining, thrusting her tiny hips to meet his, as Paul continued to fuck his new little girlfriend.

But the intensely pleasant sensation of having sex with a child was too much for his balls. "AW! OH J-E-S-U-S!" He grunted repeatedly as thick, hot steamy cum emptied into Missy's ravaged pussy. Euphoria flooded his brain as the child's vagina bathed his cock with her warm, wet mucous secretions.

The walls of her tiny vaginal tunnel massaged his cock with every stroke as he remained perched on his hands and knees, straddling the young girl as she lay under his huge frame with her eyes tightly shut. Suddenly his face contorted as another mind-blowing orgasm wracked his body. This was a surprising first in a long history of having sex with little girls.

Exhausted and sexually spent, Paul slowly pulled his blood-engorged, blood stained penis from Missy's body.

"Are we fucking?" The words seemed odd coming from the mouth of a child but Missy suddenly opened her eyes, asking the question as if it was just a casual curiosity.

"Uh…yeah honey! That's what we're doing. We're fucking and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, my love," he answered as he snuggled next to the child, kissing her lightly on her thin lips.

Curious about why Missy asked, and how she knew about 'fucking' he leaned over her pretty face and spoke in a whisper. "OK darling, how'd you know about 'fucking'?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice.

"W-E-LL my brother Robert told me one time that he knew all about sex and he was gonna' fuck me when I was old enough," she replied with a sad look. Suddenly a smile crept over her face. "'Fucking' is a naughty word…AIN'T IT?" she continued as an impish look caused her eyes to sparkle.

Paul licked his lips again as he smoothed his fingertips over the little girl's delicate skin. An almost silent sigh escaped from her mouth when his thick middle finger pushed deep into her swollen, reddened and recently de-flowered pussy. He loved finger fucking little girls.

To his mind, having a finger buried in a child's tight cunt was the most erotic sensation one could have with a preteen, next to having sex. He gazed with satisfaction at the puddles of semen between her legs.

Paul watched as his finger disappeared into the child, taking up a natural rhythm while finger fucking her into moans and groans until her back arched violently off the bed. Her tiny clitoris was hard and red as he played with the sensitive piece of tissue, teasing her sex while the girl's young body responded from sexual ecstasy.

Finally she lay still as remnants of her very first climax rippled uncontrollably, causing her muscles to spasm while a newly discovered part of life flooded her brain with an intense sensation that she could have never imagined.

The 'glassy eye' stare on Missy's young face was rewarding. A thin smile developed as she commented that she wanted him to do that to her again sometime.

Kissing a child's lips was to Paul an act of showing love and passion but this little cutie managed to steal his heart for good. His fingertips roamed all over her forbidden softness, between her thighs and finally between her shapely ass cheeks, while the sounds of passionate kissing and petting filled the room.

Missy was truly a beautiful little girl he realized as they traded more kisses until his mouth began a journey, kissing her chin, then lower to her tiny breasts. Sighs of approval from his young lover were all he needed for encouragement. Licking and sucking each nipple, the continued sounds of sexual gratification were repeated by the child until Paul's warm, wet mouth finally found its way lower and lower until his face was between her open thighs.

Hungrily he lapped at her sex, dipping the tip of his tongue as deep as possible, inciting little Missy to gyrate her slim hips into his face, pushing with force and fucking his tongue for all she was worth. Another raging orgasm sent quakes through the girl's body while Paul continued licking and sucking her juices, filling his mouth with the sweet tasting, secret nectar that only little girls can produce.

"You wanna' fuck me again?" Missy asked with a cheerful grin as if she could read the old man's mind.

Without a word in reply, Paul arranged his young temptress on her knees, presenting her bare butt to his ready cock while he kneeled behind her on the bed. The inviting view of her smooth, delicious looking crack inspired an immediate erection.

"O-w-e-e!" Missy cried as Paul pushed a KY Jelly coated finger deep into her tight little anus. "OMIGOD! NOT THERE! NO! PLEASE! NO! DON'T DO THAT!" She begged as he eased his thick meaty cock into her butt-hole. The warm, slippery insides of the little girl's rectum caused his balls to explode instantly, filling her body with an endless river of thick, hot sperm.

"Now! I get two bikes, right?" Missy joked as she returned from the bathroom where she emptied the thick cum from her bowels.

"I gotta' go now. Can I please have my new bike?" she asked as she finished getting dressed.

"Come by tomorrow honey, and your new bike will be assembled and ready to go," Paul promised as he leaned down to kiss her lips while stealing one last feel by cupping his hand over her incredibly soft pubic mound.

Missy's pussy tingled all the way home but her butt would be sore for days.

Memories of fucking Missy's tight little preteen pussy remained in Paul's brain. His cock had a constant erection that wouldn't forget that the cute little girl would be returning again the next day. After a shower and dinner, he settled down to watch some TV.

As usual, every time a cute girl below the age of twelve was either in a commercial or some other portrayed character, his loins warmed with arousal. After a while his cock was sore from the rigors of jacking off as he imagined all the naughty things he had planned for his newest little charm. Yes! Tomorrow would be a picnic and little Missy would be the sandwich, he mused as he drifted off to sleep.

Assembling new bicycles out of their shipping box was a task which Paul could do blindfolded. He smiled to himself as he finished tightening the last bolt on Missy's new bike. The cream color frame he picked out was sure to please the little girl but as a fitting final touch, he added an (out of date) banana style, pink seat, which he was sure would stimulate her sweet little pussy. No doubt it would remind her of her favorite bicycle dealer as she rode to her heart's content.

A huge smile of satisfaction covered the old guy's face as he waxed and polished his handy work. He glanced at his watch. His little preteen pussy would be here soon.

"HI, MR. SWEENY!"

Missy was on time, all smiles and looking very 'edible' he thought as his cock went to a raging erection.

"Who's this little cutie with you?" He asked with a smile of delight.

"This is my younger sister Wendy, and she wants a new bike too!"