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THIS PORTION POSTED WITH PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR
copyright 2004 by GoDSpiT
Little Wet Pussy
(M/g, ped, cons)
GoDSpiT
Introduction: Nine year old Kennedy was out selling Girl Scout
cookies. Daniel likes to watch nine year old Kennedy as he has
desired the young girl since she was four years of age. Daniel's
dreams and Kennedy's curiosity are about to get the better of both of
them on a wet stormy day. . .
Little Wet Pussy
by GoDSpiT
Daniel couldn't claim to be a normal thirty-one year old. If he had
been a normal man over thirty he would have dated more, or already
been married and perhaps starting a family. As it was he wasn't
normal and his life had been anything but normal. Daniel was one of
those different people, the kind that others know about but they don't
speak about. He had known that he was different since his high school
years yet he had not figured out what defined him as different until a
few years after that. At first Daniel had been freaked by who he was,
he honestly had to admit to himself that at first he had been afraid
that he was gay.
It could have made sense; after all it was what was turning his head
that made him wonder this. Daniel had found himself all during high
school looking at young girls, not high school girls, but Jr. High and
elementary school girls. When he would see his little brother playing
with his little friends, some of which were girls Daniel's eyes would
always go straight to Clyde's little friends that were female. The
girls with long dark hair and cute little heart shaped faces were the
ones that drove him the closest. It was the fact though that these
girls were flat, had no breasts to speak of at all and a very boyish
appearance (at least to their bodies) that he found himself
questioning his sexuality.
Daniel had spent the first two years of his four years in high school
trying to figure it out. Was he gay or just something else? If he
was something else what was he? During his second year of high school
Daniel got a definite answer to his question. You don't go out and
plan to sleep with an eleven year old girl when you are sixteen. You
surely as hell don't plan on bedding your little brother's
semi-sort-of girlfriend either.
Stacie had been eleven, with dark curly black hair that hung in
ringlets around her face. Every time she saw him she smiled and
tried to snuggle closer to him. She tired hanging out with him and
she made the sixteen year old stand up and at attention. She had
beautiful and some of the clothes that she had worn. . .it seemed as
if she wanted to set a teenage boy on fire. She had done it as well.
Stacie had fully set him on fire. Then one afternoon she had taken
him. The younger girl had been more experienced than Daniel himself.
She had known how to get him naked and in bed. Just seeing her flat
chest with two little erect nipples and that bald cunny! Jesus that
bald cunny! He had known then as he stared at those two perfectly
formed little lips and as she had spread them open showing him where
he needed to go. Daniel had known.
He wasn't gay for he desired pussy just as any "normal" boy did. The
difference was that he desired young pussy. He and Stacie fucked a
few more times after that until her mother caught the girl in bed with
her older brother and his friend (the two that had presumably taught
her) and she was being filmed as well. That had been the last time
that Daniel had seen Stacie, but the things she had taught him had
stayed with him through the years. He had never had another little
girl though he had desired many. There had been a few young girls
that he had wanted badly. Some that would probably have taken him up
on his offer as well.
Daniel had learned and come to grips with who he was in his late
teens and early twenties. It ended up taking him nearly five years to
understand himself fully. He loved preteen girls, not just looking at
them, but spending time with them as well. Being around little girls
was a thrill for him. It was a wonder just watching them, how they
interacted with one another and even with boys their own age. How
they thought, what they thought, all of that he so desperately wanted
to know. All of it he knew just about nothing about.
The closest thing he had to an obsession was a nine year old girl
named Kennedy who lived one house over. The Marcus family had moved
in when Kennedy was but year old and the little girl had been so
adorable even then when she was under his age of girls that he found
attractive. She had grown though and with that growth she had become
so beautiful. Kennedy had a full head of dark black hair that hung
straight down her back most of the time. From the time she was three
on up she had worn some of the cutest outfits to ever be put on a
little girl.
She had joined the brownie scouts a few years back and this year
marked her first year as a Girl Scout something that he had learned
she was very excited about. He rarely talked to Kennedy but her mom
was a pretty good friend of his. The young Kennedy was energetic and
full of life. She always had a giggle ready for you. Daniel loved
the girl. Her face was slightly rounded though not noticeable
anymore, as she had basically grown into it. She had the largest dark
blue eyes that Daniel had ever seen and her nose was slightly turned
up as well. Kennedy usually wore clothing that was not very revealing
but when she wore something like a tight tee-shirt or a pair of tight
shorts or jeans Daniel always felt himself hardening.
The little angel had the cutest and most perfectly round little
bottom, and she was still perfectly flat and not showing any signs of
developing into a woman anytime soon. She giggled and smiled often as
far as Daniel could tell and there was very little that did not make
this little angel happy. Her parents seemed to give her everything
that she could need and she seemed to love both of them a lot. How
Daniel wished sometimes that he could be Kennedy's father, or the
father to any little girl.
Daniel had never let a grown woman get close to him, always he had
been too scared that when she discovered what he desired above all she
would move away with fear and tell someone about him. Warn the world
that a pedophile lived among them. One that would never hurt a
child, one that could not dream of ever hurting one. Yet still that
was what he was, a lover of children. Daniel was not an ugly man.
He remembered reading one time that the only men that were pedophiles
were ugly over weight men who couldn't get women so they went out and
raped little children. That was so far from the truth it was
ridiculous. As far as he could tell most pedophiles were normal
people they loved children and could never dream of hurting a child
ever. That seemed more towards the truth that Daniel knew.
Daniel had heard a couple of girls say that he was handsome during
college and in the past ten years since graduating college he had not
changed that much. He kept himself in shape and he worked hard at his
job. Daniel knew as well that Stacie had thought he was very
handsome. He had light sandy blonde hair and dark green eyes. Both
of which he had inherited from his mother. His skin complexion was
fair and some said that he was very light skinned especially for a
blonde. Daniel was tall, but not too tall. He stood at just over six
feet in height and though he weighed slightly under two hundred pounds
most of it was not fat at all.
In college one of his friends had told him once, "you could have any
girl you want here. . .what do you have waiting for you at home?"
There had been nothing waiting for him at home, it was just that none
of the adult or almost adult women that he saw at college could
compare with the beauty of preteen girls. Young girls on the cusp of
womanhood as well usually sent him fluttering. Little girls just
starting to get bumps he found interesting and often asked himself: I
wonder what that feels like.
Yet Daniel knew that none of them were really for him, that none of
them could understand him. Girls his own age, preteen girls. . none
of them would truly ever get Daniel and perhaps that was why it was
safer just to imagine and hope, just to dream and wish that he could
have a beautifully darling little girl. Shortly after he had
graduated High school Daniel had babysat a young three year old for
his mom. Usually she baby sat Beth for Beth's parents why they were
gone for an evening. Daniel had done it for her and that memory of
the three year old had stuck in his mind forever.
Nothing sexual had happened, but still. Feeling the three year old
girl sitting on his lap, having her cuddle against him and letting him
stroke her back and even one of her small legs. . .it had all affected
him to the point that he needed release. Daniel had thought about
crossing the line, never had he been more tempted than that night.
Yet he had remained firmly on the side that he knew he had to stay on.
The side of his morality. He could look, he could imagine and
fantasize, but he could never touch.
He had never babysat Beth again and when he had seen her recently the
girl had been all grown up and starting a family of her own. How
Daniel envied those that lived such normal lives. How he wished
sometimes that he could find one for himself. A normal life was one
thing that Daniel had never known. It was one thing that he knew he
could never know no matter how much he wanted to know one. What it
was like to be able to love an adult woman for not just her mind but
her body as well. What it was like to take a playboy and find it
pleasurable in that way. ..Where as the little girl section in the
sears catalog or the toys r us one always got him.
Daniel did not truly hunger for a normal life. What he hungered for
above all else was a normal life. A way to be a normal person to have
normal feelings and thoughts. Those that lived such normal lives and
loved in such normal ways, those were the truly lucky ones as far as
Daniel was concerned. They didn't have to worry about not being able
to have that which they desired the most. Daniel constantly worried
about it. He was worrying about it even now. He tried to stop but
just then as the sound of thunder peeling across the sky sounded so
did his doorbell. Daniel wondered just who the hell would be ringing
his bell at this hour?
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