Perverts 'R' Us

Whispers in the Woods

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

"Hey, mister! Hey, mister! Can you throw the ball back please?"

These words played like a familiar symphony in my brain as I reached down for the carelessly thrown soccer ball.

"Here ya' go, sweetie," I replied as I tossed it to the cutest little morsel of the bunch.

A child saying, "thank you, mister," was my reward for being such a nice guy, a frequent known visitor. After a summer of daily appearances at the popular "Knights Landing Kiddy Park," I was an unofficial member of the regular gang of kids that played here in the sandlot after school.

Being a retired guy, time was my instrument and best friend. Patiently, I sat on my favorite park bench, feeding the pigeons until the sounds of children gradually filled the impending autumn air.

Squealing little girls were my prize for sitting and waiting, waiting for their small, preteen bodies to multiply as one, then another, until finally, a banquet of cute, shapely little butts or an occasional peek at a child's silky-smooth panties would be a welcome feast for a pedophile like me. Every day, my throbbing cock almost explodes with excitement when a rare glimpse of some careless little girl's pussy slit would be revealed as she fell down, or postured herself just right while she played. Little did these kids know, I was sitting so close with my hand on my cock while jacking off to their sexy little bodies while an oversized sweater on my lap made a convenient cover from their inquisitive eyes.

Over the past summer, one particular little girl had become the object of frequent bouts of masturbating myself into orgasms with unimaginable intensity. Just a glance at her smooth, baby-soft little butt and my cock would swell up. Her name was Deseret, a fitting name for such a desirable little cock tease. The fact that she usually wore a dress to play in offered a taste tempting dessert for the eyes.

"UH-UH-UH" Groans and grunts escaped my lips as the little girl watched curiously with wonder.

With my eyes closed tightly, ripples of climatic euphoria filled my brain while endless spurts of cum shot all over a piece of paper towel, nestled out of sight on my lap.

"Are you OK? Mister?" the child asked with concern in her voice as I opened my eyes in shock.

A smile of approval soon crept over my face as I noticed Deseret standing in front of me.

I guess it was bound to happen, an accident but not a disaster. A curious little child would one day notice me masturbating and take interest. Well, this is a fine mess!

Sticky goo covered my lap, cock and hands as I zipped my fly. The little girl's eyes said it all! She knew or must have guessed or…maybe not…or what if she rats me out?

I replied, "Yes. I'm fine, but I think I need a snow cone."

Predictably, the child replied with enthusiasm. "Hey! I know where you can get a snow cone."

Deseret's eyes sparkled as she eagerly attached my hand, pulled me up from the bench and proceeded to enthusiastically guide me to the closest snow cone vendor. The wadded up, sticky, cum saturated paper towel was soon tossed into a trash can as we walked briskly.

To me, the sexiest part of a preteen girl's body is her butt. The shapelier the better and if she's wearing a dress, well…she's even more sexy. Deseret was wearing a light green, short dress with hearts printed on the material. Her fine blond hair bounced on her shoulders as we continued to walk, hand in hand until a kiosk came into view. She squealed with delight, tugging at my arm while asking if I would buy her a snow cone, too.

Deseret's smooth featured face glowed with joy as I handed her the cherry-flavored snow cone. Cute dimples on her cheeks were like a badge, revealing her youth and innocence as she licked the ice with the tiny tongue of a third grader. My cock hardened as we sat together on a bench, watching each other enjoy the cold treat while occasionally teasing and joking until she accidentally dropped her snow cone on her lap. A look of horror flashed on her face as she tried to remove the cherry red, colored ice from her dress. Then a single tear grew into hysterical sobs as she noticed the residual red stain wouldn't come out by wiping with a napkin.

"My mom's gonna' be mad," she cried as I held my new friend to me while trying to console and soothe her brain.

Touching Deseret's delightfully soft body sent ripples of arousal through my loins. We embraced while I whispered not to worry, reassuring the girl that I would get rid of the troublesome stain. Finally, sobs turned into a waning whimper as I affectionately kissed her cheek.

Without any further comment, I picked my little angel up and carried her into a densely wooded area. A quizzical look on her face needed an explanation.

"Don't worry, honey," I commented. " I'll get the stain, out but you'll have to take your dress off first. OK?"

"But why can't we go to your house or something?" she begged as another tear slid down her cheek.

It never occurred to me that a child would willingly leave the safety of the park with a stranger. Deseret was obviously more in fear of her mother's reaction to the stain on her dress then she was in fear of me. It was a pedo's dream come true.

"Ok, sweetie," I replied softly. "We can go to my place, but what if this takes a while and you're late getting home?"

In a matter-of-fact tone, she explained that her mother wouldn't get home until late because she worked in the city and didn't get done with her job until after six.

It was getting darker earlier as the arrival of fall neared. The leaves dropped like teardrops in a rainbow of browns, reds and creamy white colors. Realizing that my car was parked on the opposite side of the park, I chose a faster shortcut through the woods.

True to the spirit of any child, Deseret wanted to walk through the piles of dead leaves, kicking her feet and playing as we made our way through the woods. We took turns kicking leaves on each other until Deseret stopped dead in her tracks.

Without a sound, she suddenly put a hand over her eyes as she tried to pull me down to her level, finally getting my attention when she pointed to something in the bushes. Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of color and moving bodies looked out of place in these heavily wooded bushes. Wearing an impish grin, Deseret glanced up as we moved closer.

It was true! Two kids on a blanket, about the same age as Deseret, were making out. I had to hush Deseret from her giggles as we watched, out of sight and quietly out of the way. The little girl on the blanket looked pleased as the boy unbuttoned her pants while looking around from side to side. Deseret whispered that she knew both of the kids and the girl was in her class at school. We watched together as the little preteen girl dutifully lifted her butt from the blanket, allowing the boy to slide her pants down. Deseret gasped as the girl's white panties gradually revealed themselves. Then, I noticed boy's eyes darted as he kept a vigil for prying eyes. Whispers between the two children were difficult to hear and understand, so I tried to concentrate on every word.

"What are they doing?" Deseret whispered as she tugged at my arm.

"They're playing doctor," I replied as the erotic drama inspired my hand to glide over the delightful smoothness of Deseret's shapely butt while she squatted on her knees. A naughty smirk of approval on her face was the only reassurance I needed.

My cock swelled with anticipation as I let my fingertips explore under Deseret's thin dress. She remained quiet, immersed in the curious sight of her two schoolmates as they continued feeling and touching each other's privates. The little girl on the blanket looked edible I thought to myself, as the boy slowly slid her panties down, exposing the most beautiful little pussy I had seen in a long time. My imagination geared up as I thought about Deseret's smooth, hairless little vagina and the nasty things that I would do once I took her home with me. The expectations of fucking a child were near and do-able, I mused as I continued feeling up my little temptress. Then the silky-soft fabric of Deseret's panties incited more arousal, begging my fingers to touch the gentle rise of the puffy pubic mound hiding between her luscious little thighs. With a lust-filled brain, I drank in the elusive innocence between her delicate thighs while she continued to watch her classmates. Finally, she squirmed as she reached under her dress to stop me, but changed her mind the second she felt the tingle in her young, preteen pussy when I traced her moist valley with a fingertip.

Encouraged by Deseret's show of cooperation, I eased my little girlfriend on her back after placing my sweater on the ground for her to lie on. She developed a puzzled look on her face, complaining that she wanted to watch her friends some more, but eventually gave in when I lifted her dress for a look at her panty-covered child sex.

As if she was inspired by the sexual activity between her friends, Deseret remained compliant while I began to smooth my hand over the sensuously soft skin between her thighs. Her panties were already wet I noticed, as my finger pressed into the thin material covering her slit. Her tiny eyes closed as I fingered her fuckhole, pushing in and out until at that very moment the little preteen girl on the blanket began to moan and groan almost in unison to Deseret as I finger fucked her little cunt into her first orgasm. A quick glance over my shoulder, and I my suspicions proved true. The little guy actually had his finger inside of the girl's pussy, stroking her tiny hole into an orgasm.

"OHMIGOD," the little child moaned again, pushing her hips into the boy's fingers as she convulsed, until finally falling into a bliss of sexual satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Deseret recovered from her climax as she lay on my sweater, wearing a look of satiation on her tiny face. She looked beautiful in every way, I reminded myself while caressing the firm, silky-smooth skin of her inner thighs. The heat from her sex radiated to my hand, inviting more fondling between her legs. Gingerly, my hand slipped under the leg of her underwear, holding her panties aside while exposing the finest, smoothest skin on the planet. Then she flinched as my fingers spread her immature labia, revealing the pink lining of her tight little pussy. With her eyes wide open, she looked directly at my face, expecting my next molestation of her sex as I continued to admire her hairless slit and tiny fuckhole.

The night air was getting chilly, causing Deseret to whine and complain. A quick glance at the two kids on the blanket revealed that they were arguing in whispers. The little girl whined repeatedly that she was cold and wanted to go home. The boy whispered loud enough that I understood his plea for her to stay, commenting that it was his turn to get on top and put his penis inside of her pussy.

"Can we wash my dress at your house now?" Deseret whispered as I picked her up in my arms.

My little darling snuggled in the sweater as I carried her back to my car. The anticipated image of her delectable naked body fueled a desire to get home as fast as possible. A layer of fog fell heavily as the temperature soon dropped to the thirties, inspiring my little friend to sit closer as I drove home. Sitting quietly, she let me have my way with her sweet, preteen body. Obediently, her slim legs opened, allowing my hand to smooth over her panties. There were NO complaints when I fingered her slit, pushing into the material until the depths of her vagina stubbornly spread for deeper penetration. Concentrating on driving was getting impossible so I chose to stop fondling my little angel until we arrived at my house.

After a few minutes, the familiar sign on my apartment complex announced that I was home. The throbbing hard-on in my pants couldn't wait to get inside of this little child's incredibly tight pussy. Fortunately, my reserved parking space was near my door, allowing for a fast transport of eight-year-old Deseret into my apartment.

Some of my neighbors were the busybody type and would take notice if they witnessed another preteen girl enter my apartment. It had happened a few times before and I didn't need the attention.

The last occurrence was a result of bringing a sweet little nine-year-old girl home after meeting her at the skating rink. It was a strange, once-in-a-lifetime event enabled by blind, stupid luck. Her name was Samantha, or Sam, as she preferred. It was one of those times when the cold winter months made it impossible to pick up preteen pussy in the park. The skating rink seemed like a good alternative, offering plenty of cute, sexy little girls to watch and surreptitiously jack off to as they played and skated in the warm building.

Sitting by myself on the sidelines, the trusty sweater covered my lap while my right hand stroked my swollen cock. Sam's shapely butt attracted my attention as she skated by herself directly in front of me. I continued masturbating until I climaxed. Then our eyes met. A wide smile on her face beamed as I smiled back until suddenly, another skater crashed into her, causing her to fall and hurt an ankle. After hurriedly zipping my fly, I ran to the child and picked her up. Tears covered her pretty face as she sobbed. Holding her body up as we walked, I soothed her brain and hurt with an offer to take her to McDonald's for a snack. Not thinking she would accept, I was stunned and elated by an enthusiastic acceptance, indicated with a nod of her head.

An unexplained chemistry occurred between the little girl and me. Without any hesitation she eagerly climbed in my car and slid next to me. The fragrance of perfumed hair wafted pleasantly though my nose as I started the engine and drove from the parking lot. Feeling sorry for her when she moaned from the pain in her ankle, my hand moved to rest lightly on her warm, soft thigh. Sensuous heat from her child sex immediately sent ripples of arousal through me as my hand edged deeper between her legs. A brief comment from her lips admonished that I shouldn't be touching her there, but to my surprise the softness of her dainty, warm hand soon covered mine, urging me between her thighs until the silky-smooth material of her panties brushed fleetingly against my skin. It was an erotic sensation, feeling the warm, smooth skin on this little girl's inner thighs while I drove.

Wonder flooded my brain. WHY? Why was little child so trusting and even more of a mystery, why was she letting my hand rest between her thighs, particularly since we just met? After many years of experience as a pedophile, I knew better than to take advantage of kindness at the wrong time. The sensation of touching a child's smooth skin was like a drug to my brain, but I was able to withstand the usual temptations and avoid direct contact with her panty-covered slit. Recognizing and accepting a gift, and patiently waiting for the exploitation of such, are timeless rules to be taken seriously.

Sam's ankle was in too much pain to go inside the restaurant so we ordered via the

Drive-thru. Her smooth, soft-featured face smiled radiantly as I handed her a kiddy meal. Then I suggested that we go to my place so I could bandage her ankle, inciting a nod of approval - without protest or discussion - as we headed toward my apartment.

To my disappointment, Mrs. Cranston, my nosiest of all neighbors, was walking her yappy little poodle as I carried Sam into my apartment. The "knowing" smirk on her face nagged at my brain as I closed the door.

Sam looked delicious as I placed her on the couch. Carefully, I removed her shoes and socks. Her smooth, fine skin looked tasty and edible as I examined her slender legs. White cotton panties with flowers imprinted on the fabric was a reminder of her young age, inspiring a raging, throbbing cock to become fully erect as I tried to make out a hint of the elusive location of her slit when she unconsciously spread her legs to get comfortable.

Before taping her ankle, I suggested a proper massage to sooth away the pain. Sam didn't reply, but closed her eyes in surrender. Gently and methodically, the massage began.

Whispered moans of satisfaction and release of tension, soon escaped the child's lips as my hands caressed every inch of her tiny body, from her swollen ankle to her back and shoulders and then finally, the sensuously fine skin of her inner thighs. Gradually, I tested the boundaries, edging closer to her warm crotch until my fingertip accidentally touched the smooth panty material covering her slit. I waited for a sign of protest, but none came.

"Please don't…. Mmm," she replied when I cupped the palm of my hand over her slit, brazenly and firmly - causing the little girl to automatically open her legs wider.

Sam's butt began to move up and down in rhythm as my hand massaged her preteen sex. The sensation of feeling this little girl's warm pussy drove me wild with arousal, inspiring me to carry her into my bedroom and continue my lovemaking in comfort.

A dreamy look soon crept over her face as I placed her on the bed. After giving her a moment to settle, I began the process of seducing a child.

Gently, my hand caressed Sam's sweet delights. The closer my fingertips moved towards her panties, the more my hand trembled with anticipation. Sam flinched when she felt my fingers massage the very quick of her child essence. Her eyes opened as she commented, urging me to stop because her mother told her to never let anyone touch her there. Then without another word, her legs spread, inviting more sexual stimulation to her young pussy.

Feeling this child's sex was mesmerizing. My lips smacked with delight as she let me trace the length of her shallow slit with a fingertip. Pushing into her panties, I began finger-fucking her tight little hole, causing her cotton underpants to dampen with secretions until finally, sliding the elastic leg band to one side and inserting my finger deep into her warm, wet vagina. Her pussy snugly held my finger as I attempted to push into her tightness.

Glancing between Sam's smooth legs, the pink, delicate lining of her cunt beckoned me, inviting my cock for a good fucking, an indescribable fuck that was the mother of all fucking and from past experiences, the most intensely rewarding orgasm that any guy could hope for…or imagine.

Would this little girl allow my thick, meaty cock to stretch her little pussy beyond its limits? Would she? Would she tell her parents or a friend? I've already crossed the forbidden line, so why not?

Sam was obviously at peace with my molestations. A thin smile on her face was reassuring as my fingers hooked the waistband of her underwear, gently sliding them over her hips and finally down to her knees. Her sublime nakedness was awe-inspiring as I gazed for a minute at her youth, drinking in her precious, forbidden sexual parts while admiring her slim, pristine little body. The precarious way that I let her panties rest at her knees was for a pleasingly, erotic effect - and a reminder that a naked child was once again in my bed.

The sight of me undressing was the final straw to Sam. As if an illuminating light went on in her head, she immediately came alive, objecting and complaining that she had to go home now. Then, with a swollen, thick cock wagging between my legs, Sam's attention was suddenly attracted to my groin. Her eyes widened as she stared in wonder when I edged closer to her on the bed. Her small hands seem to reach, gesturing towards me. Without a word, I reached for her hand and let her touch my fully-erect shaft. After some hesitation, she was soon wrapping her fingers around my enlarged penis, grinning from ear to ear as she satisfied her natural curiosity about the male sex organ.

While Sam explored my cock and sack, I resumed the sensational fondling between her sweet thighs. The constant massaging of my balls and prick, almost made me cum, but I wanted to save every drop of sperm for her tight little pussy.

"Nooo, pleeeze," Sam begged as I situated my cock between her open thighs.

She cried from pain when my foot accidentally rested on her sore ankle, but eventually calmed down, giving in, as the tip of my cock touched the exquisitely soft opening of her fuckhole. "GOD! THIS LITTLE GIRL'S PUSSY IS…SO DAMN TIGHT," I muttered to myself as I continued to ease into her body.

Sam cried out as I thrust deeper, spreading her tiny vagina while bathing my cock in the stimulating tightness, heat, and mucous of her child-sized vaginal tunnel. After only a few strokes, my balls shot hot spurts of semen into the little girl's pussy, filling her hole to the brim and leaking out like a river of sticky, white goo. Finally, Sam screamed as I took her virginity, tearing the delicate, thin membrane that was once a symbol of her childhood and innocence, but now a symbol of innocence lost.

Tears dried up as the pain subsided. With my cock buried to my balls, I resumed fucking my little girlfriend, inspiring her little body to fuck me back until she finally climaxed. Violent gyrations accompanied loud, endless grunts as Sam experienced the mind-numbing intensity of her first orgasm.

Bright red blood, mixed with pools of thick sperm covered my bed sheets. Sam cried when she saw the remnants of having sex. Her thighs and butt were saturated with evidence so it was time for a shower.

The pain from Sam's injured ankle was getting worse, probably from the sexual activity, but after a little adaptation, I was able to get her showered and ready to bandage her injury…followed by a discreet drop-off at her house. Passionate kisses from my little angel as I dropped her off near her home, were comforting, omitting any worry that I would be found out.

After arriving back at my apartment, Mrs. Cranston felt it was her duty to inquire about the little girl that I brought home. I really didn't owe her an answer, but just to quiet any rumors, I told her that Sam was my niece and I was babysitting.

Deseret was all smiles as I carried her light little body through the door.

"Can we wash my dress now…please?" she begged as I closed the door and turned the lights on.

That old familiar feeling that comes when I'm about to have sex with a child suddenly flooded my brain with arousal.

Deseret didn't waste any time slipping the stained dress off. She giggled playfully as she tossed the garment to me while asking if I had something she could wear to stay warm. The washing machine hummed while I searched for and produced a large t-shirt for her to wear until her dress was washed and dried. I've always liked the way a little girl looks in a large t-shirt and panties. My darling little preteen child looked tempting and desirable as she wore the oversized shirt.

After a bite to eat, we sat together on the couch watching the Disney Channel. Deseret sat close to me on the couch until I talked her onto my lap. Her slim legs opened as soon as she felt my hand glide over the soft, smooth skin between her thighs. A sigh of pleasure from Deseret's mouth encouraged more exploration while she reclined snugly on my chest.

"Mmm-mmm," she cooed as the tip of my finger massaged the valley of her pussy, stimulating her body to thrust forcefully into my hand.

The sensation of feeling this little girl's sex was too much for my pedophilic brain. A prolonged visit by my hand inside of her panties inspired my blood-engorged cock to take over the decision-making.

"Are we gonna' play Doctor Now?" Deseret asked in a whisper as I carried her sweet little body into my bedroom.