Perverts 'R' Us

Wildflowers and Three Easy Pieces

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

While sitting here enjoying one of those "mind cleansing" spiritually mellow moments, a flicker of bright red clothing suddenly caught my attention. "There it is again," I muttered to myself, as I stood tall on my back porch for a better view of the inspiring sight moving around in the forest of wildflowers.

Yes I said "forest". Thanks to an experimental botanical growth formula, my five acres were starting to look like a forest of lush, colorful fauna. Shades of red, yellow, blue, and violet painted a palette of rich, healthy specimens, growing prodigiously out of control.

Giggles from a young girl soon filled the air, as a rainbow of floral splendor seemed to move in a colorful wave as she scampered carefree through the heady growth. The child's light blond head bobbed with her movements while she played. More giggles erupted until finally, all was quiet. Then suddenly, ear piercing hysterical cries shattered the lightness of the moment.

Running towards the location of the child, I tripped over a large, hidden rock but managed to recover. At the age of sixty, my worn body couldn't take too much of a fall but I was on a mission and concerned about the little girl's cries.

"What's the matter sweetie?" I asked in a concerned tone as I neared her young body.

"W-a-a-a!" she wailed as I leaned down to examine her for an injury, paying close attention to a delightful view of her carelessly exposed panties. Blood from a superficial wound on her leg looked much worse than it was.

"I fell on a rock or something and it hurts," she cried as I picked her tiny body up and carried her to my porch while making sure to cop a feel of her soft little bottom.

"There, there honey. We'll have you fixed up in NO TIME and you'll be back playing as if it never happened," I replied as I left to get the handy first-aid kit in the kitchen.

Over the many spring and summer seasons, my trusty first-aid kit has been put to constant use and rescue. I've lost count of the collections of little girls and young boys that needed a band-aid or two after falling or injuring themselves in my wildflower fields. The reward for my "good deeds" has always been a thankful smile and some serious fondling of a tantalizingly smooth thigh or on occasion, smoothing my fingertips over a panty-covered crotch. A few willing little girls actually allowed me to roam freely inside of their panties, under the pretence that they might have a hidden injury that should be treated to avoid any infection.

Being the "pedo" that I am, my huge, thick field of wildflowers were a bonus, acting like a magnet to the numerous little kids in the neighborhood. The past early spring was even more special, because of one child that seductively stole my heart. Her name was Taylor of course-because many parents today insist on alternate sounding, "new wave" names which sadly, have no tradition or substance to them. But…I have to admit. "Taylor" IS a cute name for a little girl.

At the age of about eight, the little charmer was off the scale in cuteness. Large, seductive brown eyes on that pretty little face were stunningly remarkable for ANY child, but that cute dimpled smile was guaranteed to melt your heart. My personal favorite was her sweet, shapely little ass; the sort of squeezable butt on a child that begs for attention from guys like me.

Taylor asked to use my restroom one day while playing. As usual in such cases, I followed the child to the bathroom, standing guard so to speak, as she used the toilet. Soon, gasps of frustration filtered through the bathroom door as if she was having trouble undressing, then a whine, followed by the words: "darn it!"

"You need some help, sweetie?" I asked while opening the door just a crack so she could hear me.

"My zipper won't work. Can you help me please?" she begged in a frustrated tone.

After adjusting the rising boner in my pants, I kneeled down in front of the little angel.

"Please hurry I hafta pee," she whined as I dutifully unzipped the stubborn pants and slid them down to her ankles.

The sight of Taylor's firm, milky-white thighs soon revealed themselves, finally calling my attention to her delicate, naked slit as she quickly pulled her panties below her knees.

The smile of relief on her face was just too damn alluring to leave, so as if I was needed to help her zip her pants up after she finished, I stood there watching without any protest from the child.

"How come your thingy is big?" The words suddenly blurted from her mouth when she glanced at the lump in my pants. It was a question, which usually ignited more questions, eventually leading up to me fondling one of these cuties without fear of being ratted out to their parents or teachers.

"OH! That's just my penis saying "thank you" for letting me watch you pee," I replied with a slight smile.

"Your penis?" she responded as if she wasn't sure what I meant.

"Uh huh, my penis is what I use to pee and have sex with girls when they wanna have sex with ME," I answered while unzipping my fly.

"What's sex…is that when…when a baby is…Oooo! Your thingy is really big now!" she commented with a startled look when my swollen, naked cock seemed to explode out of my fly.

"My mom said I wasn't 'posed to go into any stranger's house, but you're my friend, huh?" she asked nervously as if suddenly realizing the peril of her predicament.

"Sure honey. We're GOOD friends, and I think you're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen. And, as YOUR good friend, you can even touch my penis and no one else will ever know, because good friends never tell on each other,"

"Bu-t-t…what if…OK" she continued without finishing her question.

The warm, smooth fingertips of Taylor's hands were like a tonic of intense sexual pleasure as she massaged my thick, meaty shaft. Her eyes were opened as wide as possible while she explored my manhood with care and curiosity. Moving closer to her as she sat on the toilet, I reached around for the back of her head, pulling her gently to me as she instinctively opened her tiny mouth.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA," she complained as I tried to shove my cock between her thin lips.

"Just pretend it's a lollipop, I urged cheerfully as she looked up at my face, flashing an animated look of disgust.

"We-l-l it's gonna taste yucky" she challenged.

"NO sweetheart. All girls like the taste of a guy's penis…and guys like to taste little girls too."

"But that's where you pee," she complained as her tiny fingers toyed with the hole on the end of my penis.

"OK, I'll wash it off and you can try it. If you don't like it, you can stop. OK?"

A silent nod of Taylor's head made my cock all the harder as I washed off the tip of my throbbing sex.

"Mmm. Slurp, Mmm, Slurp." The little eight-year-old was enjoying her first blowjob while waves of arousal flooded my brain.

Taylor wasn't the first child to give me oral sex. She was probably the third or fourth, but none had seemed to embrace the art as well as she. Her tiny tongue stimulated the soft, sensitive "glans" on the end of my shaft as if she knew what she was doing and how well she was doing it. Sounds of contentment escaped from her lips as she continued until my balls couldn't hold off any longer.

Coughs, sputters and gagging filled the bathroom as hot spurts of semen filled Taylor's mouth and throat, spilling over on her chin and collecting in a pool of sticky goo all over her blouse.

"E-w-w-w! I don't like that," she cried as the last drop of thick cum squirted, clinging stubbornly to her lips as I pulled out of her mouth.

Without bothering to pull her panties up, she stood up from the toilet to wash her face and rinse her mouth at the sink. Then to my surprise, she looked directly at me with a cute grin while asking what that "yucky stuff" was. An explanation was due.

A carefully-worded explanation about sperm and sex brought an expected look of amazement to little Taylor's face. But more than an educational speech, it was designed to overcome the fears that every child's parents try to instill in the hopes that THEIR child would avoid any such talk about sex. Questions from the child's mouth continued while she listened to me until I suggested we go into my bedroom where we would be more comfortable.

"I think I should go home now," she whispered as I urged her to follow me.

"Don't you wanna learn some more about sex and your body?" I asked as I continued walking into the bedroom.

"But my mom might find out and get mad," she responded with a look of disappointment.

"Well I won't tell if you don't, sweetie," I replied.

"Will it take a long time?" she asked in a whiny tone.

"Not at all. Lie down on the bed and relax, honey"

"Do you have to take my panties off?" she whined.

Without answering the question, Taylor's pants were soon unbuttoned and sliding effortlessly down her slim legs. My cock ached with anticipation the second her pristine, smooth inner thighs revealed their sweet nakedness. The shallow outline of her slit in the thin material of her panties held promise of things to come, teasing my cock while warming my loins with that familiar sensation which always preceded having the most incredible sex any guy could ever wish for.

"Hey! You touched my pee-pee," she complained when my hand seemed to slide automatically inside of her panties. "My mommy said that's BAD touching," she continued while she opened her thighs to allow me free access to her baby-smooth pubic mound.

One of the most erotic sensations to an old pedophile like me is when a child lets me feel that most sacred of sacred places inside of her panties. There is nothing like the soft, sensuous area surrounding a child's sex. Taylor's untouched little slit warmed my fingers, inspiring me, arousing my cock and flooding my brain with an intense desire to fuck her little body that instant. But that would be nothing more than a rape. Like adult women, little girls can be seduced with the proper patience and skill, skill that I have honed to an art form over the years.

"Aren't ya gonna take my panties off?" Taylor asked with a naughty-looking grin all over her face as she raised her head from the pillow.

Her tiny eyes batted, blinking open, then shut tight while she lifted her butt from the bed to allow her underwear to clear. Soon, her panties were in my hand, crumbled in a ball then casually tossed on the floor. The incredible sight of Taylor's child-sex was magnetic, holding my attention as if it was the first time I had ever seen such a powerfully seductive treasure. Her smooth, hairless little pussy-mound looked inviting, beckoning my eager tongue for the rare, forbidden taste of her innocence.

"OH MY!" she moaned as my tongue plunged into her tight, immature fuck hole for the first time.

Firm, silky smooth thighs gripped my head as I continued to lap and lick the little girl's pink vaginal opening. The fresh taste of her preteen nectars filled my mouth with delight as I thrust deeper into her little cunt. Then she squirmed, moving up on the bed while my tongue followed, licking, sucking and devouring her essence until my hands wrapped around her soft little ass cheeks and pulled her firmly to my face.

"OH! OH!" she moaned repeatedly, pushing her hips forcefully into my mouth while my face ground into her wetness. Soon, she groaned louder, thrashing uncontrollably on the bed, and then settling down with a sigh as her first orgasm finally subsided. The look on her pretty little face revealed her satiation and sexual bliss, inspiring my pants to come off in a flash.

"I hafta go now" she squirmed as the tip of my blood engorged cock suddenly touched the entrance to her vagina.

"Did you like the nice feeling that I gave your body just now?" I asked while positioning her legs for penetration.

"Uh huh," she replied with a nod.

"Don't you want ME to feel just as nice?" I asked while leaning over her small naked body.

"OK I guess, but will it hurt?" she whined in a soft voice as she lay back down in surrender.

A handy tube of "kiddy jelly" or KY Jelly, as most people call it, was soon in my hand. Taylor cooed as I smeared the soothing, cool substance inside of her ravaged little fuck hole. She was ready.

"OH GOD!" The words continued out of my mouth as I eased my swollen, throbbing member into the depths of an eight-year-old child's pussy.

Taylor's vagina gripped my shaft snugly, milking my adult penis for all it could it seemed until cries of pain filled the room as "another child" lost her innocence in my bed. Tiny fists pounded my chest as I continued to impale her body, fucking her little brains out as if there would be NO tomorrow. Finally, the pressure in my balls unleashed its fury, filling the third-grader with gobs after gobs of hot, thick sperm. A look of contentment developed as her cries and protests stopped when she felt the pleasant sensation of an adult's warm sex juice filling her tummy.

Ripples of mind-numbing, climatic euphoria saturated my brain with every stroke as I continued to plunge deeper into Taylor. My cock was "rock hard" as it reacted to the tightness of her child sex and the alluring warmth of her young little body. The muscles of her "little girl" vagina continued to snugly hold me as the last drop of cum emptied into her tiny hole. Milky, translucent goo flowed like a river of telltale evidence as I slowly pulled out of her pussy. Tingles of residual orgasmic sensations continued to throb throughout my body. Finally, blood, mixed with sticky semen covered her smooth, hairless crotch and all the bed sheets. It was a typical sight to behold and a source of satisfaction to an old "pedo" like me.

Taylor lay in silent submission while I licked every inch of her smooth, preteen body. Soon, all evidence of her recent deflowering was gone. Her eyes remained closed until her tantalizing little vagina begged to be fondled and fingered. Gasps escaped from her mouth as I inserted my thick middle finger deep into her tiny cunt. (I love fingering the tight little pussies of children.) Her whole body winced when I touched her clitoris, playing with the tiny tissue while kissing her soft, thin lips. Suddenly her eyes blinked open as she whispered that she wanted to come see me again sometime, promising she would never tell anyone.

Bedding down little girls was an addiction, supported by a constant supply of new prospects like little Taylor. The wildflower patch was a powerful attraction to these little temptresses, but more than that it was a gateway for the rare thrills of kiddy sex and making some new friends that constantly visited my home, even during the long winter. Taylor was a regular and enjoyed having her little pussy licked and fucked. She was an accomplished cocksucker too, never objecting to sucking me off whenever she stopped by for a visit.

"OK sweetie, let's put a band-aid on that cut. My! Your panties are very pretty," I commented while applying the band-aid to the child's leg.

"Thank you. My mommy bought em' for me," she replied as the tears dried up and she smiled with relief.

"I'll bet your panties feel really nice and smooth, don't they?"

Let the seduction begin.

"Uh huh. You wanna' feel em'?" she asked with a grin as she opened her thighs wider. As if on queue, the little girl leaned back on the patio chair, allowing me to fondle her panties.

"Hey! You're not 'posed to touch there," she announced with a look of agitation.

"Ooops! I'm sorry honey, but I've always wanted to see what a little girl's panties feel like and your panties feel wonderful," I apologized after brushing a fingertip along the length of her tiny slit.

"Its OK I guess, but you can't ever tell anyone, 'cause my mommy would be mad if she found out,"

"What's your name, honey?" I asked as I scooped her tiny body up and carried her into the bedroom.

"Mandy Anderson and I'm seven," she replied as I placed her gently on the bed.

"Hey! I'm not 'posed to go in anyone's house that I don't know," Mandy complained with a frown.

"Well you KNOW ME NOW, don't you?" I responded with a warm smile while admiring the essence of her panty-covered sex.

"Uh huh, but I can't stay long, or I'll get in trouble." she replied as her eyes darted down to where her panties lay exposed between her luscious little thighs.

The warmth of my hand must have felt fulfilling. Mandy soon closed her eyes, reclining quietly on the bed while I smoothed over her panties, my fingertips busy exploring her delightfully soft little body and stealing a feel of her fine little slit. Then she squirmed when my hand slid inside of the fabric, massaging between her thighs while gently inserting a finger into her incredibly tight little fuck hole.

"I don't like that," she whispered with a tone that lacked conviction.

Feeling the smooth, firm softness between the child's thighs brought my swollen dick to a full erection. Nothing else in the world feels so sensual, as the untouched innocence of a preteen child's sex. Without missing a stroke while finger fucking the little girl, I reached for the tube of 'Kiddy Lubricant.'

After slipping the leg band of her panties to one side, Mandy's naked little pussy captivated me. Her bare, baby soft skin seemed to glow with its purity, inviting my fingertips to spread her slit open for a peek. Her tiny eyelids briefly blinked when she felt my finger deep inside of her cunt while applying a generous dab of the jelly to her tender vagina.

"HEY MISTER, MISTER…ARE YOU OK?" A child's voice suddenly interrupted." You're bleeding, mister," the voice continued.

The bright sun nearly blinded me as my sixty-year-old, groggy brain finally awakened. My eyes squinted at the intrusion while confusion overcame an attempt to sort out the moment and why I was lying on the ground, surrounded by a field of wildflowers. The lofty fragrance of the flowers filled my nostrils while the little girl kneeled next me.

"Uh-uh…Hi sweetie," I replied as her young, gentle face gradually became more focused.

The sharp pain in my right ankle and a huge, sensitive bump on my head were my first clue that I had fallen and must have passed out. But visions of having sexual intercourse with a child remained in my brain as if they were as real as anything I had ever experienced. But the truth be told, I had NEVER had the pleasure and this was all just a dream to an old man with a foggy brain that deeply desired such things.

As it was, the beautiful little girl next to me was totally clothed, wearing a short dress and a smile that revealed her pleasure at knowing that I was OK. She helped me rise to my feet, trying her best to catch me when I stumbled, until finally making my way into my house.

"Thank you for helping me, honey," I groaned as she helped me sit down in my recliner. Soon, she was removing my shoes and making sure I was comfortable. An offer of an ice cold beer was most welcomed, soothing my brain and pain as I reclined in the chair while my little volunteer nurse looked after me.

A trickle of blood seeping down my cheek was a reminder of the nasty wound to my head, but it was soon taken care of by my little angel as she stood at my side, her pretty face illuminating my traumatized brain while she suddenly reached for my hand and positioned it snugly between her sweet, soft thighs. Then she grinned from ear to ear as she explained that I put my hand inside of her panties when she first kneeled beside me in the backyard and although her mom wouldn't like it, she didn't mind…if it made me feel better.

In a few moments, I closed my eyes and felt better while my new little friend allowed me to fondle freely inside of her panties. As if she was enjoying the sensation as much as I was, she dutifully opened her legs, offering an old man her precious innocence while she soothed my injuries like an angel from a mysterious heaven, a heaven nestled in a field of wildflowers.