Perverts 'R' Us

Walk in the Woods

By Thom ( M/g, ped, inc, mast, cons )

Part One

"Your wee-wee is showing mister." She said.

"Geez kid, you scared me to death. Where did you come from? Can't you see I'm peeing? I mean we're in the middle of the woods here."

The kid was maybe 5 or 6 at the most. I was taking a hike in a land preservation area in my neighborhood. It's pretty isolated from housing developments, so I was really surprised to see this little girl here. In fact, I've not ever seen anyone here when I walk.

"I live right through there." she said, pointing off in a direction that looked like all woods to me. I certainly didn't see any houses.

"I come here to play after school. My parents are at work and there is just the stupid babysitter who watches TV and kisses with her boyfriend. They just lay around and rub their hands all over each other. You're not supposed to have your wee-wee sticking out when you're outside, you know."

"What do you know about wee-wees, little girl?" I was incredulous at how cheeky this little kid was, especially out in the woods by herself, or in this case with a perfect stranger, and neither her babysitter or her parents knew where she was.

"I know a lot about wee-wees. My daddy lets me play with his all the time."

"He does?"

"Yes, we have a secret club. We have loaves of silence about it. It's mostly secret, I think, so my mommy doesn't find out. You won't tell my mommy I told you about my secret club with my dad, will you?"

"Oaths of silence, it's an oath that you won't tell anyone. I won't tell your mother, I don't even know your mother, but if I meet her, I won't mention what you told me, for sure."

"Oh thanks mister. I wouldn't want to break the secret rules of the club. Daddy wouldn't let me play with his wee-wee anymore."

"Just what is it that you and your daddy DO with his wee-wee?"

"Well, he lets me rub it with my hands. And he lets me kiss it and lick it like an ice cream cone, especially underneath the end." She held up an imaginary ice cream cone and, sticking out her tongue, pretended to lick it. I visualized a hard cock in her little hands and MY wee-wee started to bulge in my hiking shorts.

"Oh, and what else?"

"He puts it between my legs from the front and sometimes from the back and tells me to squeeze my knees together really tight and he rubs it back and forth. It doesn't go in my cunnie though. Daddy says that will come later when I'm older. I can't wait until daddy says I'm old enough to put his wee-wee in my cunnie. Only fingers go into my cunnie and sometimes into my poop hole."

"Fingers?"

"Sure, my fingers and daddy's fingers. Sometimes I put my fingers in while I'm kissing daddy's wee-wee or maybe he puts his fingers in my cunnie or in my poop hole. It feels really good. And sometimes he is kissing my cunnie when I am kissing his wee-wee. My bum is in his face. We do all kinds of different things depending upon what we feel like when mommy goes away for a while. That's when the secret club meets."

"Oh, my. You are so lucky to be in the secret club with your daddy. I don't even know what some of those things are that you do with your daddy. I don't have anyone to be in a secret club with me and play with my wee-wee. Or be able to put my fingers or my lips on a cunnie like yours. I'll bet you have one of the best cunnies ever."

"Well, I could show you a thing or two." she suggested.

"You could, I mean you would? You'd do that for me? Gee I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble. You have your daddy to think about. You wouldn't want him to think you were breaking any club secrets or anything like that, would you?"

"Well, we could have a secret club of our own with our own loaves of silence and we don't have to tell mommy OR daddy anything about it."

"You would do that for me? Why would you want to have a secret club with me? You don't even know me."

"Because it feels really good to play with wee-wees and to have fingers in my cunnie and I think you have a nice-looking wee-wee. Remember? I saw it out when you were making pee."

"Well, I can't think of anything I'd rather do than be in a secret club with you so you could play with my wee-wee and I could play with your cunnie. How often do you come here to play?"