Perverts 'R' Us
The Girl at the Airport
By
Pedro Vila
I feel the need to relay to you this srtory, if I may.
I would most likely be described as a middle aged business man, and I
frequently travel by air when the need arises. I've had a recent
experience, at an undisclosed airport in between legs of my rather tiring
journey, that has upset my world view and brought unbalance to my scheduled
life.
I fell in love with the sight of a girl for a reason that, to this
moment as I am writing this story for you, eludes me. She was for all
purposes, not my type. Yet her vision mesmerized me.
She was maybe four or five, or maybe a short six, but stood quite
solidly. None of that clumsy fumbling that most younger children have.
Her hair was light blonde and thick with a strait across cut above her
neck. She wore a tank top and a short denim skirt with sandals.
But what really stuck me was the way she held herself. Strait and tall
for her short and squat height. Legs beyond shoulder width apart with
equal gravity on both. And she frequently thrusted her chest out with her
hands to her hips, causing her short back to curve wonderfully to a nice
firm looking bottom. I could see down the back of her top when she posed
as such. No sharp bone edges but nice solid rounded lines of shoulder
blades and a some what deep trough for a line down the center of her back.
I watched her at the airport with her older sisters and harried mother,
her back mostly to me. I put on dark sunglasses and sat close to them.
She had something that I couldn't explain that made her wildly attractive
to me.
Then she faced me, watching the planes land over my shoulder. Bright
big steel blue eyes, thick lips on her tiny mouth, and a cute button nose.
Of course that face was cute but it looked much the way toddler faces
looked and I received no sexual attraction from it. But, oh that body!
It was her body and the way she moved it that made my heart thump so.
It was shaped much like that of an adult gymnast, short and powerful, only
she didn't have any of the bulging muscles. I had terrible fantasies of
her, of us doing things that she obviously wasn't big enough to do.
I felt like a pervert, ashamed in fact. Yet still I couldn't keep my
eyes off of her.
"Excuse me." The mother suddenly asked me. She was looking right at me
and I didn't even see her turn my way. I worried that she could see my
eyes and I had just been caught in my disgusting fantasy.
I removed my sunglasses and summoned the appearance like I had been
asleep. "Yes?" I answered tiredly.
"Do you know if they're serving food on this flight? We haven't eaten
yet."
I looked at my ticket then at the obvious clock on the wall. There was
no food symbol on my itinerary. "I don't think they do. But it appears
that you have some time before they begin boarding. If you would like,
I'll watch your luggage for you." I said the last part so the little vixen
would sit close to me again afterwards.
"Would you? Thank you. You're a doll." She got up and then said to her
kids, "Lisa, Trudy, Tart, come on. We're going."
Tart?! One of her offspring was named Tart? The older girls were at
least eight and eleven at my best guess, but I would guess neither of them
matched the name 'Tart'.
I watched the troop wander off in search of a food mart. The older
girls seemed tired and lazy. The tiny object of my sudden obsession seemed
tired as well, but there was a liveliness to her steps that made me think
of unlimited energy. A voice said inside my head, 'God, I want to fuck
that little one.'
What has become of me? I was such a proper young man once.
The troop of females, tailed by my favorite one, didn't returned until
most of our plane had been boarded. I was a little upset at having had to
wait for them, but I couldn't leave their bags alone at an airport these
days.
The mother was very apologetic and I nodded politely as I made my way to
the gate, and eventually my seat.
The plane was not completely filled and I was able to find a spot for my
carry on without needing to stuff it under the seat in front of me. I was
a reasonably tall man and that would have brought about cramps in my legs
for the duration of the flight.
Then I saw the unorganized troop bumble in and garner the attention of
the whole plane. The mother feighned embarrassment by her limited control
yet didn't seem to try her best. My thoughts of irritation at having been
made to wait solidified into a lack of appreciation for the mother as a
person. The fact that her youngest daughter was, for lack of better words,
a mind fuck to me gave me the resolve to be polite none the less.
They stopped just behind my seat and I saw the little one pass by
without much to see. Oh well, I had my fun. I settled in for the flight.
Then I heard the mothers voice ask behind me if someone would be willing
to move so that she could sit with her children. My bad luck, the man in
the seat near me offered to give his up, probably because the seat between
us was empty.
The mother thanked him as annoyingly as she had me and then lectured two
of her children to be on their best behavior, then she ushered her youngest
one to sit next to me and her on the other side. I struggled to find my
sunglasses then stopped short of making it obvious. I could get them
later. We did have the whole flight.
The mother spotted me and smiled before breaking into a new round of
apologies over having me wait. I stopped her with a stern, "Please. Not
another word about it." She wasn't sure how to take it. I gave her help in
that matter.
I saw no ring on her hand and thought that maybe she was divorced. I
went on in a more friendly tone, "I know it must be hard to have to manage
kids by yourself.'
She seemed to regard me for a bit, then held out her hand. "I'm
Maggie."
I shook it and replied, "John Conway. You are heading home?"
"It's home now. My husband left me. I'm going to live with my sister
until I can get back on my feet." That was more information than I needed.
"Mister." came a small but firm voice below. It was that sexy tike I
had been appraising.
My face became very kind and friendly. "Yes?"
"Can I sit by the window? Please?"
"Trudy!" the mother admonished. So she was Trudy.
I said, "It's quite all right." I stood up and Trudy climbed over the
seat onto mine. I watched her move and even saw down her top. A silly
reaction because she had nothing there, but when she plopped down I saw her
sexy little legs spread and gave me a rather nice view of them right up to
her white panties. I turned away quickly so as not to broadcast me
internal thoughts and saw the mother staring at me with a smile.
"Do you have kids?" she asked me.
"No. I'm afraid my marriage ended in divorce as well. Just as well,
she would have simply unloaded them onto a nanny."
"What I would give for a nanny." She laughed I faintly smiled and took
my seat. Trudy was up on her knees and staring out the window. She had
the finest buttocks I had ever seen in decades. I looked away quickly
again in order to spare myself of an embarrassing physical reaction through
my trousers.
"Trudy! Sit down and buckle up." Maggie commanded.
Trudy turned beautifully and then sat down hard, yet with a form of
childlike grace I had never seen before. She fooled with the buckle and
seemed stymied by it. Then she turned her pretty face up to me. "Could
you help me?"
Maggie was about to get up and buckle her in and, seeing no harm, I
asked the mother, "Would you object if I help her?"
She wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I waited. Then she nodded.
Trudy's legs jutted strait out and I admired them as I buckled her down and
tightened the belt. On an adult, those legs would have been thick and fit
looking. On an adult, they would have ripped your penis right off of you.
On Trudy, I doubt one could find her beginnings of womanhood with a
microscope. Trudy beamed at me and said, "Thanks" then stared out the
window again.
I turned to Maggie, hoping to stave off the inevitable erection that
would surely follow had I allowed my imagination to continue. "She seems
remarkable mature for her age."
"She's my pride and joy." Maggie replied. "I wish her sisters would be
more like that."
"Yes. Indeed." I decided to ask an obviously rude question. "Did I
hear you correctly call one of them 'Tart'?"
Maggie regarded me sideways with an opened mouth half smile. "My
oldest. Poptart."
"Of course. Sorry, it just sounded strange that's all. None of my
business."
"Do you think she's pretty?" Maggie asked suddenly.
"I'm sorry?"
"Tart. Do you think she is a pretty girl?"
I had no idea where the question came from. I decided to answer
honestly. "Her attitude could be brighter." I instantly regretted my
answer. Of course her attitude was awful. She was tired and probably
stressed from events.
Maggie smiled anyway. "You're right. She didn't get along with her
last father at all. None of my girls did in the end."
Last father? Maggie could clearly see my confusion, but didn't
elaborate on it. Neither of us spoke another word until well after take
off.
I watched the window, or pretended to. Trudy's lovely legs seemed to
distract me all too often. Eventually, I had to look away to prevent a
stiff neck, and yes, I do mean neck. But her flesh seemed so soft and
smooth. Untouched and innocent. Perfectly proportioned. Even her little
toes peeking out through her sandals were flawless.
I turned to notice that Maggie was looking deeply at me with concern. I
felt a twinge of worry that she could see my inner motives. I knew from my
business dealings that the best response was to fight fire with fire. I
stared back and raised an eyebrow.
"She sure is something, isn't she." Maggie said without blinking.
"I beg your pardon!" Outside I was insulted. Inside I was sure I was
caught staring where I wasn't supposed to. Then I realized that I had over
reacted. It was an innocent enough question.
"I'm okay with it." she said. "I'm just surprised that's all." Maggie
leaned in close and barely talked above the rush of upper atmosphere from
the exterior of the speeding plane. "I was expecting one of my older girls
to catch us financial support. I wasn't expecting anybody being interested
in Trudy for many years yet. But when she gets older, she's going to rock
someone's world."
I dare say my jaw dropped. There was no misunderstanding what she was
referring to, and it clearly involved her underaged daughters. The
gentleman in me should have reported her. Or at least asked to have my
seat assignment changed, but I did neither. I wasn't sure why even. I
refused to look at Trudy.
Maggie saw right through me. But I wasn't about to admit it. She
smiled smugly and settled into her seat for the ride. She needed to say
nothing more.
And there was my conundrum.
I wasn't a typical pervert, but I did find younger girls attractive the
way most men do. Past puberty but below the age of consent. Ready to
experience adult sex, but having the clumsiness of innocence. Wide eyed
and firm. Sweet and still loving to hug and kiss, much like older
gentlemen like myself, past my youthful raging hormones and able to have
intimacy beyond simple intercourse.
Also having a strong will and charm when I need it, as well as an ego, I
must admit, I was usually able to get what I wanted.
But this! This child, much too young for even the most deranged mind
set, was setting off my desires in ways that I could not explain.
And the mother was suggesting vaguely that I could get what I want. I
didn't like having to take 'No' for an answer. But what of when the 'No'
is from me?
Despite my best judgement, I looked back at little Trudy. She sat with
her legs apart and her toes pointed in. Slumped in the seat, she looked
like a child and, except for the perfect legs, wasn't making me
particularly excited. That was good. I could bow out and not feel any
remorse at a missed opportunity.
I settled in for the four hour flight. It was already getting dark out
since we were flying east. I closed my eyes and dozed off for a spell.
I was nudged awake by Maggie. I looked at her and she was smiling at me
while pointing to Trudy. It was dark on the plane and the reading light
was on over Trudy's seat. Maggie asked, "What do you think?" about the
same time I noticed Trudy up on her knees and looking out the window to the
lights below. The reading light highlighted her perfectly curved back and
I was struck by the shear beauty of her from behind.
It was lousy timing for me, having just woke up and finding my member in
my pants responding before my self discipline could take hold. I was
clearly getting excited by this youngster next to me.
I was a little peeved at having been manipulated like that and I reached
up to turn off the reading light. Trudy turned around to see what was
going on and I was spared the sight of her twisting that body and giving me
more visual stimulation.
Maggie then said, "Trudy, come here." and then all of a sudden, the
little dream was stretching from her seat, over my person, and to her
mother right in front of me. If anything, the curve of her magnificent
body was enhanced when she wrapped her arms around her mothers neck with
her knees balanced on the arm rest between my seat and hers.
I could not look and I could not look away. Maggie dragged Trudy over
to her just a bit more and her legs suddenly dropped down onto my lap. My
erection grew. Her weight rested on me, light and yet firm, with her tiny
hips bending just where I was growing and tightening in my trousers.
My head filled with thoughts against my will. I must admit that I am
strong enough to control myself so I have no excuse for what was to follow.
I simply had let it happen.
Maggie picked up my hand and put it on Trudy's small firm bottom. I let
out a stuttered breath. My head turned to look around the cabin hoping
that, even in the dark, nobody was watching what was happening. I wanted
to take my hand off of her. Instead I began to feel up her back and down
again to her lovely legs.
Trudy turned and watched me with wide eyes and did not protest. She was
small and smooth. Her body firm and yet pliable like that of any young
child. I was unexplanably mesmerized by her.
That is when Maggie leaned in real close to my ear and made the offer.
"Come with us to the restroom and act normal."
My breath caught. My heart beat went into overdrive. I felt a modest
emission from my erect member. Maggie got up and stood with Trudy,
waiting. They both looked at me. The child with wonder and the mother with
expectation.
I undid my buckle and followed them closely to the rest room. Most of
the overhead reading lights were off on the way back and many of the people
were sleeping or otherwise preoccupied to notice a grown man accompany a
strange mother and daughter as they walked to the back of the plane. A
flight attendant was reading in a vacant seat just forward of the cramped
toilet and didn't even look as we all barely fit inside and then shut the
door.
It smelled of chemical and excrement with a whiff of the over taxed
scent bar on the wall. Maggie stood off to the side and closed the lid of
the toilet, then picked up little Trudy and stood her on top of it.
Then she turned Trudy to face the wall and put her little hands against
it to steady herself. Trudy naturally adopted the wide stance that had
smitten me with her. But then Maggie pulled her skirt down and Trudy
stepped out of it before re standing with her legs spread.
I looked down at her. Through her thin cotton panties, her bottom
traced the most perfect curve that a female could ever hope to achieve, it
was just the wrong size. My member stiffened beyond capacity within my
pants.
Maggie put her hand on Trudy's back and rubbed it, making her little top
slide up with her hand. With the hand there to scale, Trudy looked small
and broke the illusion of a perfect young teen gymnast. But then her hand
left Trudy's back and the illusion reformed after a moment.
Maggie took my hands, one at a time, and put them on her daughter.
Suddenly my hands were holding her by her hips and I fought the urge pull
her to me. She whispered something softly, I know not what. Then Maggie
stepped behind me and I was brought from the other side and pressed forward
into the waiting child.
This was a small child. What could I possibly do with her? My hands
answered for me as they started to feel her little body up and down. My
heart almost fluttered at her hips where I could feel the lovely legs bend
away from the rest of her. I watched and felt her body try to brace itself
for me. Despite her young rubbery flesh, she was set in quite firmly. She
worked hard to stay put for me.
I slid her panties down to below her bottom cheeks and felt the lovely
mounds of young flesh that she proudly possessed. I dared not reach around
to feel the front, yet my hands did just that and I touched her.
Her hairless vulva was soft and squishy. It held no excitement for me,
but as my hands ran down the front of her legs, my excitement became almost
unbearable.
I was keenly aware of Maggie reaching around to unzip my trousers and
remove my member from them. She stroked me expertly and my head went back
as I closed my eyes to enjoy this new found sexual deviancy of mine.
They opened and I looked down when a felt smooth child flesh rub on top
of me. Maggie had guided my member between Trudy's legs and it was being
held firm by the stretched panties at her hips. My hips started to rock
into her. My hands went up her body again and this time I let myself draw
her to me.
Trudy let go of the wall and leaned back against me with her mothers
guidance. Maggie put her arms up and had her hold onto my neck. I ran my
hands leisurely up and down her body as the head of my member rubbed
against her most childlike girlness. I could smell her hair. It was
distinctly like that of a child but also something more. A girlness, if
you like. Pherenomes, perhaps.
I got the impression that had she been my age, I would have not wasted a
second in marrying her. As it was, I found that I could not help myself in
wanting to have her despite the taboo of her young age.
Maggies' hand reach around to the front of both of us and she cupped the
end of my member from under the panties crotch and held me hard against
Trudy's girlhood. I suddenly felt my climax approach and I ejaculated all
over the crotch of Trudy's panties and against Trudy herself.
I shuddered and felt the most satisfying climax of my life. Possibly
because of the sexually taboo act of perversion I just collaborated in.
All of this took place in no more than ten minutes time. I leaned
sideways against the bulkhead and stared in disbelief at what I had just
done. Trudy Bent forward to look down at her illeagally soiled
undergarment with childlike fascination.
Visions of policemen and newspaper headlines began to cascade across my
vision as my thoughts gradually clarified.
I was acutely aware of Maggie and Trudy both looking at me and I could
meet neither ones gaze. I felt ashamed.
Finally, I said to Maggie, while I still could not look at her, "Why has
this happened?"
She talked in hushed tones. "We need a provider."
A provider?! I said in a whisper, "Blackmail."
"No. Not blackmail. How about mutual needs?" I looked at Maggie then,
to see what was behind her eyes. They were serious but I wasn't seeing any
anger or malice. These things I would see many times in my business
dealings. I knew what to look for. Maggie had the look of somebody with a
need, not for herself but for her children as well. She held my stare and
continued. "Think of it as a business arrangement. You provide for us and
help us live the life we deserve. Not excessive, but a nice house and nice
things with good schooling and college. In return, my girls, Lisa and Tart
are very experienced and could provide you with wonderful fantasies."
Maggie pulled Trudy's panties up, with my semen still wet and thick in
them. Then she fitted the childs skirt back on over them.
"But I get the feeling that Trudy here will sell it. Think of it."
Maggie said, her eyes alight. "She's never been involved with any man in
any of my other marriages. You're her first and you can help teach her."
My shock was fading but my displeasure at such a vile suggestion was
still hovering around me.
"Madam, I cannot believe my ears. You are suggesting whoring out your
own daughters for financial security." I said. But already my imagination
was showing me possible futures with Trudy. Her working hard to please me.
I liked it when people worked hard to please me.
Maggie's face was stern. "Not to anybody. But you're a gentleman. I
don't think that you'll abuse it." She turned to Trudy "What do you think,
hon?"
Trudy turned to me and said with excitement, "I like that idea."
And there it was. I had let myself been lead into a maze with many
disturbing pleasures and deadly dead ends. I was already past the point of
no return.
If I said no, then a sample of my criminal behavior was right there on
this young child. Nothing I could say to any authorities would make the
slightest bit of difference, and my finances would be depleted by
attorneys. But I also hated to be manipulated. I was the one who was
always in control. No one was my master! Especially such an undesirable
woman such as Maggie.
And yet, visions of me actually playing out interesting games with
little Trudy, feeling her perfect body inside and out, would not leave my
mind and I dare say never would for the rest of my life regardless of my
decision.
And so I put it to you, oh kind reader.
What would you do?
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