Perverts 'R' Us

Sticky Buns

By Fever ( M/g, cons, 1st, oral )

I guess I should tell you some things about myself before I get started with my story. My name is Billy. I'm a 22-year-old white male and, beyond those three facts, I think I should remain as anonymous as possible. You can imagine why.

I'm a pedophile and that means (to me, anyway) that my primary sexual attraction is to children, specifically girls between the ages of 5 and 12. That doesn't mean I would not have sex with a little boy too. I have found some sexy, but he would have to be a pretty feminine boy to really arouse me enough to take the risk.

I've had relationships with women my age as well, but they just don't captivate me the way little girls do. I love everything about them - thin arms, short legs, narrow hips, their eyes, their gap-toothed smiles, and of course their flat chests, their tiny, round bottoms and utterly hairless vaginas.

Also, I'm a pedophile in the true sense, meaning someone who loves children. I've never hurt any child and I've never forced any child to do anything she didn't want to do. The rapists and kidnappers you see on the evening news are not true pedophiles. They are sick degenerates who need to hurt a helpless little girl or boy to make themselves feel powerful. A real pedophile, the kind they DON'T talk about on the news, would die before doing such a thing.

But enough of that, let's get to the story.

One chilly March afternoon, I decided to walk down to the grocery store that's only about two blocks from my apartment. It was one of those times where none of the food I had in my apartment seemed very interesting and I decided to pick up something to make dinner for myself. I was also running low on coffee and decided I should pick some up while I was there.

That's where I was standing - in the aisle that has coffee and tea and hot chocolate and all that sort of thing, when I first saw Kara. She was an absolutely beautiful little blonde, about 7 or 8 years old by my estimate. She was the princess type, if you know what I mean - the kind of kid who's really girly and loves boy bands and anything pink - my favorite kind.

She was wearing a pink sweater, in fact, underneath a denim jacket decorating with patches of flowers. She wore blue jeans and white sneakers with the little roller things on the bottom. Her hair was tied back in a braided ponytail. Every inch of her small body looked as sweet and delicious as a ripe cherry.

She came rolling towards me, but stopped short, and peered up the shelf in front of her. She made a futile reach but it was obvious that whatever she was reaching for was far beyond her grasp. Being the courteous gentleman I am, I walked over, and said in a friendly voice, "You need help with something, sweetheart?"

"I'm supposed to get the tea on the top shelf but I can't reach it," she said shyly and somewhat embarrassed.

"I'll get it for you. Which one is it?"

"The blue box," she said, pointing. "Chamomille."

She pronounced it cham-o-mile, but I knew what she meant. I reached up, grabbed the box she had pointed to, and handed it to her. Her small, delicate fingers brushed against mine and I felt a current run through my arm. She tried to take the box from me, but I held on. I didn't want her to just scamper off before I could talk to her.

"Are you here with your Mom or Dad?" I asked her.

She shook her head and eyed me nervously. She was nervous, but it was more out of the shyness that most children feel towards adult strangers, rather than fear. I've always had a knack with kids and it never takes me long to get them to trust me.

"My name's Billy," I told her, releasing the box of tea. "What's yours?"

"Kara," she said.

"That's a very pretty name for a very pretty girl, Kara," I said. She beamed brightly at the compliment and I knew things were going well so far. But there was one crucial factor. "So who are you here with?"

"Nobody," she said. "My Grammy is watching me today but she wanted to take a nap so she asked me to come here and buy some stuff."

"You must be very brave to come to the store all by yourself," I said.

"I dunno," she said. "It's just two minutes from my house."

"I live real close by too," I told her. "How about we shop together? That way I can reach things on the high shelves for you and you can reach things on the low shelves for me. Does that sound good?"

"OK," she said, and smiled brightly again. Just then, I spotted the coffee I was looking for on the bottom shelf near Kara's feet. I pointed to it.

"Could you get that for me, sweetie?"

Kara quickly squatted down, poking out her perfect butt far enough that I could see the waistband of her pink panties and an inch of white skin as she did, and grabbed the coffee. She handed it to me and I thanked her and put it in my cart. With that, the two of us continued our shopping, working together as a team. I pushed the cart and she rolled along beside me, talking about all kinds of things that little girls like to talk about.

Naturally, I was in a hurry to finish so that I could try to talk her into coming back to my apartment. It had been a while since I'd gotten any preteen ass and I was itching for it. But these things are delicate and have to be handled carefully or not at all.

The biggest obstacle had already been overcome. Usually, it's easier to have sex with a girl who knows you rather than trying to "pick one up" somewhere in public, like a grocery store. The reason it's so tough is that children are usually with some kind of guardian. But apparently her Grammy was old school enough to let her come alone, which suited me fine. Grammy could nap and I could indulge in a little child sex.

As I was thinking this to myself, we passed through the bakery and Kara stopped to breathe in the smell of some freshly-made sticky buns that had just been put out. She stared at them longingly and told me that they were her "favoritest ever". I suggested she buy some but she told me that her Grammy had only given her enough money for the things on the list. That gave me an idea.

"If you want, I'll buy them, and then you can come over and eat them with me," I suggested casually. Kara looked conflicted. Whether out of fear of me or fear of getting in trouble, I couldn't tell. Hopefully the latter.

"I don't know," she said. "I might get in trouble. I'm not supposed to go over people's houses without asking."

"You won't get in trouble if no one finds out, right?" I asked. "Your Grammy is asleep. She won't know you're here and, if she wakes up, she'll just think you're at the store."

"She won't wake up for hours," said Kara. "She takes really long naps."

"Then it's up to you," I said. I tried to sound nonchalant, as if I wouldn't be devastated if she just wanted to go home. But really, I had a raging hard on for this little, 8-year-old angel. If I didn't get her in my bed and butt naked as soon as possible, I was going to have to jerk off like the world was about to end. I waited, holding my breath, for her reply.

"OK!" she exclaimed happily.

Long story short: we paid for our groceries - me for mine (including the sticky buns) and Kara for hers. We walked out into the parking lot and she instinctively took hold of my hand before we stepped out on to the asphalt. I gave her small hand a little squeeze and smiled down at her. Kara smiled back, showing all her missing teeth, and we made the short walk from the store to my apartment.

When we arrived, I took Kara's jacket and to her to wait in my living room as I warmed up the sticky buns. She immediately spotted my cat Nuffles, a big fluffy thing, sitting on the couch. She squealed happily and asked if she could pet him. I said to go ahead and she immediately went to sit on the couch beside Nuffles and petted him happily. Nuffles liked it too and was soon purring. Meanwhile, I heated up the buns, and then brought them out to the living room on a plate. I set them down on the coffee table and sat next to Kara.

"I like him," she said.

"He likes you too," I said. Then I reached out and began to stroke Kara's long, blonde hair the way she was stroking Nuffles' fur. She paused for a moment when I first touched her, but allowed me to continue. "I like you too, Kara. You're a very sweet, very pretty girl."

"Thank you," she said. "Can I have a sticky bun?"

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'd like to play a game with you. It's really easy but it's really fun too. First, you tell me to do something. Anything you want. If I do it, you give me a piece of a sticky bun. If I don't do it, I don't get one. Then we take turns."

"OK," she said. "Umm . . . act like a monkey!"

I did the very best impression of a monkey I could come up with, bouncing around the room, making funny sounds and faces. Kara giggled hysterically the whole time and then, when it was done, she tore off a piece of sticky bun and handed it to me. I popped it in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Now it was my turn. I dared her to take off her shoes and socks and try to put her feet behind her head. She did just that and I rewarded her with a piece of sticky bun. It was her turn again.

We went back and forth like this for a little while. I was having fun, but I was also horny as hell, and hadn't made any real progress yet. So I came up with a strategy but it involved some reverse psychology. It was a tricky ploy, but I hoped it would work.

"Alright, my turn?" I said. Kara nodded. "Then I want you to . . . hmm, no . . . you wouldn't do that one."

"What one?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I'll think of something else."

"No, tell me! Please!"

"Fine," I said. "I was going to say 'take off all your clothes except your underwear.'" Kara looked at me for a moment, confused and embarrassed and shocked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I knew you wouldn't want to do that. I'll think of something else . . ."

"Will you do it too?" she asked softly. "I'll do it if you do it too. But you go first."

I agreed to her condition and stood up. I pretended to act like I was shy and reluctant too, so that Kara wouldn't feel intimidated. First, I took off my shirt, revealing my bare chest. Then I reached down to my pants and unbuttoned my fly. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and then stepped out of them. Now I was wearing nothing except boxer shorts that had a major tent pitched inside them. I did nothing to cover it up. Kara stared, wide-eyed, at the bulge. I let her look for a moment longer and then sat down on the couch.

It was Kara's turn. I could tell she was anxious, but she didn't want to back down now. She stood up and hesitated for a moment, then pulled off her sweater. I gasped in awe as I saw one of nature's most breathtaking sights - the flat, bony chest of a little girl. The skin was white with two dime-sized pink nipples. There was not a trace of growth yet and probably wouldn't be for a few years. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and very slowly pulled them down to her ankles, showing me her slender thighs that had just a thin layer of peach fuzz hair on them - a major turn on for me. I looked at her plain, pink panties then up at her.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world," I said. That broke the tension and Kara smiled. Then she sat down on the couch next to me. "That deserves some sticky bun for you." I gave her a piece, as promised.

"You did it too," she said. "You should get some."

She pulled off a piece of the sticky bun and held it out for me to take. But, instead of taking it from her hand with my fingers, I opened my mouth for her to feed it to me. Kara giggled and then popped it in my mouth. I closed my lips around her tiny fingers and sucked gently on them. Kara looked surprised, but didn't pull her hand away. Instead, I took it in mine, and held it.

"Kara," I said, "I think you're really sweet and really pretty. I'd like us to go into my bedroom and do something now. It might seem scary or gross at first, but I promise you will enjoy it if you give it a chance. If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop and I will. You won't hurt my feelings. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone or else we will both get in big trouble."

"OK . . ." she said hesitantly.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

I got up from the couch and offered my hand to Kara, giving her my most comforting and reassuring smile. She took my hand and stood up from the couch. Together, we walked hand-in-hand down the hall to my bedroom, each of us nude except for our underwear. My heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing, but I knew it was all going to pay off. At last, we reached my room. I followed her inside and then shut the door behind us.

Climbing on the bed, I got into a comfortable position, and leaned on one elbow. I patted the mattress next to me and invited Kara to join me. She climbed up on to the mattress and crawled over to me. Without saying a word, I kissed her on her forehead, then on her cheek. Kara didn't protest as I gently kissed her a few more times before finally kissing her on the lips.

She seemed startled at first, but then she smiled, and puckered up for another. I kissed her again on the lips, then on the cheek again. I worked my way down her neck until I was kissing her bare shoulder. Kara watched me, more curious than frightened. I kissed my way down the center of her chest, avoiding her nipples for now, and kissed her rounded tummy lovingly.

I placed my hand on her thigh and then turned my attention to her tiny nipples. First, I just kissed them both, and then I began to flick my tongue against them. At that, Kara began to squirm, and I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She told me it felt really nice and made her want to wiggle around. I smiled and told her that was a good thing, then went back to loving her little nips.

"You have such pretty little nippies," I told Kara and she giggled. I spent some time kissing and licking them, and then moved on to lightly pinching them, which got Kara squirming even more. I flattered her by telling her how much I loved her chest and that some day she was going to have really nice breasts when she was all grown up.

Finally, I moved away from her breasts, and back down towards her waist. I gently caressed her thighs first, admiring the silky fuzz there, then began to kiss them. I kissed down to her knees and then back up again, all the while murmuring how soft she was. At that point, I couldn't hold out any longer. I placed my hands on her hips and looked her right in the eyes.

"I need to pull your undies off, sweetie. Can I do that?"

"Will you do it too?" she asked.

"Take off my undies?"

"Yes."

"Alright, but let me take yours off first."

Kara smiled and nodded. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her cotton panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs. She lifted her butt to make room and, within seconds, I was staring at one of the loveliest little baby pussies I had ever seen. It was a smooth, hairless little mound with a wonderful slit down the center. It took all my willpower not to bury my face in it right there. But I still had to tread lightly. I pulled Kara's panties down past her knees and then off her legs altogether. I tossed them aside and marveled at the beauty of this little naked girl in my bed.

"You're such a beautiful girl," I told her as I rubbed my hand up and down her torso, feeling its exquisite flatness.

"It's your turn now," she told me.

"That's right," I said. "Do you know what boys have?"

"I've seen pictures," she said.

"If you don't like it, I will put my undies back on," I told her. "OK?"

She nodded her understanding and I lay back down on the bed beside her. I quickly pulled off my boxer shorts, but held on to them, in case Kara was grossed out. But she wasn't grossed out. She was curious and sat up so she could get a better look at it. "I use it to go pee pee," I said. "But it also feels really good if someone touches it. And if I put it inside a girl's thingy."

"It's too big to fit," she protested.

"I know it looks like that, but it's not really."

For now, I had enough of talking. I was hoping I might get Kara's small mouth around my dick at some point but, for now, I really needed to play with her adorable pussy. Not to mention her spectacular bottom was going to need a little attention too. I told her to lean with her back against the pillow. Once she was in position, I touched the tip of my finger lightly against her slit. Kara squirmed again in pleasure. Encouraged, I began rubbing my finger up and down her slit, between the velvety soft folds.

While I fingered her, I resumed licking her nipples, since she had enjoyed that so much. It was tough to make room for my head and my arm at the same time, since her body was so damned tiny, but I made it work. I told Kara that, if she closed her eyes, it would feel even better. As soon as she did, her body began to squirm even more. She loved it and so did I. Things were going even better than I had hoped. If all continued to go well, maybe I could add Kara to my list of repeat child sex partners.

Her pussy was good and wet now. I had to taste it. I removed my face from her chest and leaned down in. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the length of her slit, tasting the heavenly juices of my 8-year-old princess. She let out of a loud squeak and, for a horrible moment, I was afraid I had gone too far. But her squeak turned into a giggle and she told me it tickled her. I told her that was normal and asked her to spread her thighs apart.

As I licked her baby sex, I slid a finger inside. Not a lot, just a little bit. I could feel the tight walls of her vagina sucking at my finger as I did so. Meanwhile, I was sucking voraciously at her pussy like it was candy. It tasted so sweet that it might as well have been coated in sugar. Kara began to moan softly and closed her thighs around my head, locking me in place. But not that I minded. I kept fingering her little box and slurping up her juices.

Unfortunately, I had to stop at some point. Not only were we still somewhat pressed for time but my dick was hurting. I needed some release or I was going to die. So I withdraw from Kara's bald hole and she opened her eyes. They were slightly glazed.

"Kara bear," I said, "I'd really like for you to play with my thingy."

"What do I do?" she asked, sitting up as I lay back down with my cock pointed straight up.

"Just hold it in your hand and move it up and down," I instructed. "If you like the way it feels, maybe you could suck on it a little too, like a lollipop."

Kara knelt down beside my dick with her knees against my thigh, looking at my dick as if it were a puzzle to be figured out. I reached out and gently rubbed my hand up and down her bare back, admiring her exquisite profile and the tiny rolls of baby fat that appeared on her stomach when she bent over. She reached out and tentatively wrapped her small hand around the shaft of my cock.

Her touch was like an electric shock, so delicate and gentle. I immediately closed my eyes and sighed very deeply. She tried to stroke me, but her hand was too small to get a good grip, so she doubled up and began to jerk me off two-handed. "That feels wonderful," I told her dreamily. "You're such a good girl, Kara. You're such a good, sweet, wonderful baby girl." She didn't even seem to hear me. She was intent on her work. I felt a few drops of precum being squeezed out of me and Kara paused.

"What is this stuff?" she asked.

"When a boy really likes a girl, sometimes that stuff will come out of him," I explained.

She touched it with one finger and it came off in a long strand. She rubbed it between her finger and her thumb and watched it make a little line between her fingers. She sniffed at it. "You can taste it if you want," I told her. "It isn't bad for you."

Kara leaned down over my cock and touched her tongue against the drop of precum that was sitting there. Her tongue retreated into her mouth, leaving a trail of shimmering, clear semen hanging from her bottom lip. She tried again, this time running her tongue along my sensitive pee hole, and I gasped in pleasure. Kara looked at me in alarm, but I told her it was like the nice tickle I had given her, and she beamed.

Then Kara seemed to dispel whatever inhibitions she had left and, at last, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and put the head of my cock into her mouth. She couldn't go any deeper than that, but it didn't matter. Feeling this sexy baby girl's mouth around my dick was plenty for me. I told her to suck on it like a candy and lick it with her tongue, but to keep stroking me too.

No words can describe the bliss of being given a blowjob by an inexperienced child so I won't even try. Use your imagination. Needless to say, I had to keep myself under control. I didn't want my hips to buck and accidentally gag her, nor did I want to shoot off my load inside her mouth. She wasn't quite mature enough for that yet. But I was edging closer and closer to the edge.

I let Kara take her time sucking me but soon she seemed bored and I imagined she wanted me to suck on her some more. Children can be very selfish like that sometimes, but I was happy to oblige. I told her to roll on to her stomach. When she asked why, I explained that getting her bottom licked would feel good too.

So Kara turned on to her stomach and, for the first time, I got a look at her bare butt. The two hemispheres were so perfectly shaped, they could have been sculpted from marble. And although her butt was about as white as marble, it was warm and soft. I leaned down and began to kiss her all over her round bottom, once stopping to give her a raspberry, which made her giggle madly.

Once I was satisfied, I spread her cheeks apart, and found the tiny, brown hole. I flicked my tongue against it and Kara squeaked the way she had when I first licked her pussy. I took this as a good sign and flicked my tongue again. Again, she squeaked. I began to delve deeper with my tongue, moving the wet tip in a circle around the hole. It tasted totally different than her pussy, but it was still wonderful. I licked up and down her crack and then all over her cheeks as well.

"You're such a sweet, tasty little baby," I told her. She giggled. "Kara, I want to do something to you now. It won't hurt you, I promise, but it might feel strange again. And I might make some funny noises, but that's a good thing."

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to rub my thingy against your bottom. Some more of that liquid stuff will come out too, but don't be scared. It just means I love you."

Kara lay on her stomach with her legs together. I moved into position, straddling the backs of her thighs, with my cock lying flat against the crack of her bottom. It was slippery wet from my spit and felt so delightfully hot. I would have loved to penetrate her, but that kind of thing takes time to do right, and we didn't have that kind of time today. This would have to suffice.

I moved my hips slowly forward, my cock sliding through the groove made by her crack. I moved back again, pushing as hard against her butt as I could, by leaning my weight forward. Then I began to move faster and faster, working up some intense friction, as my dick moved effortlessly between the globes of my little girl's butt. "That feels nice," she told me.

"It feels really nice for me too, sweetie!" I said, panting.

I couldn't last much longer. The pressure was just too strong. At last, my body quaked, and I launched a jet of cum straight out of my cock, and up her back. A single, white trail led from her lower back down the crack of her butt. But I had much more where that came from. I dumped out my entire load right on her tiny butt and nearly covered it with white semen. When it was done, I collapsed beside her. Kara reached down, touched her butt, and then examined the liquid on her fingers.

"I'll get you a towel," I said. "Just give me a minute to catch my breath, sweetie."

Once I had finished catching my breath, I got Kara a towel, and cleaned up the remnants of my cum from off her little body. I told her how much I had enjoyed what we had just done together and Kara told me she really loved it too and wanted to do more stuff. But it was getting late. I needed to get Kara back home. If my luck held out, her grandmother would have been asleep the entire time and never know the difference. Maybe, if her grandmother had just woken up, she would think that Kara had simply taken a long time at the grocery store. But, either way, it had to be quick.

Kara and I got dressed and then I drove her in my car back to the grocery store, all the while stroking her little thigh. I reminded her of her promise not to tell anyone and she vowed to keep it secret. Then I asked if she wanted to come over again some time and do more stuff together. She told me that her Grammy babysat her every Tuesday and Thursday and she usually had a few hours to herself. I told her to come to my apartment any time she felt like it.

When I stopped the car, Kara gave me a kiss on the cheek, and waved goodbye as she climbed out of the car and head for home, carrying the groceries she'd purchased earlier in one hand. I watched her little bottom wiggle as she walked until she was out of sight, then turned and headed for home. I needed to take a nap too. I looked forward to dreaming of my next date with Kara.