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Ellen The Playground Pedophile Slut (Fb, pedo)
written by PeachKisser2004
Ellen knew she was a slut. Ellen had faced it all her life, from the first
time adults used her immature body at the age of only eight years old,
used her for their own pleasure. She remembered vividly going to the
nudist resorts with her family and the sight of all the naked people and
how thrilled it made her.
And she remembered the men whose giant spurting penises she had tasted,
the women who had gone down on her bare hairless pussy, and of course all
the wet hairy adult genitals she'd sucked on, both adult pussies and heavy
male testicles, stiff penises jutting out over Ellen's baby face as she
had sucked on them.
Now in her thirties Ellen knew how all those experiences had made her a
slut, and because she wanted to pass on her experiences, that made her a
pedophile slut. Just the simple word 'pedophile slut' would send a shiver
of delight jolting through her body, up from her clitoris to her sensitive
nipples. No matter where she was Ellen would find a moment to tug on her
teats, discreetly if she had to, and sigh at the flashes of pleasure she
had known since she was only a child.
One of Ellen's favorite pastimes was visiting the local playground, where
she frequently went to find new little girls and boys to play with.
Recently Ellen had taken a fancy to little boys, shying away from her
traditional interest in little girls and their bald pussies, and instead
fixating on innocent little boys, boys who were curious about sexy adult
women. Boys who had only stolen furtive glances at their own mothers
bodies, wondered what was under their mommy's dress, wondering what that
magic was about.
Ellen put on her miniskirt and a plain teeshirt, nothing too flashy or too
crazy, as she didn't exactly want to attract too much attention from any
of the daddies that might be there, unless of course they went along with
her pedophile desires and lusts. Some of them did, but Ellen had to be
careful who she approached.
Her favorite playground was down by the beach, because a lot of the boys
would come over to play on the equipment without their parents, and they
were often dressed only in swim shorts or sometimes even just speedo
bikini suits.
Ellen sat over on the low cinder block wall near the playground equipment
and waited until the little boys were busily playing all around her. She
would smile at them, and pretty soon one or two of them would start to
take an interest in her, start to smile back at that pretty lady sitting
watching them play.
When Ellen had gotten one or two of the boys into the habit of making eye
contact with her as they went about their playing, she would uncross her
legs, hike her skirt up just a little bit and just like that, her hairy
adult pussy was visible to all the kids.
Most of the boys didn't notice, amazingly enough, but soon the ones that
had been making eye contact would spot Ellen's immodesty. They would look
at the nice lady to smile at her, and Ellen would catch them glancing down
between her legs.
They always froze in complete surprise. They knew what they were looking
at was wrong, but here was a grown woman showing them what was up between
her legs, and just casually sitting there smiling at them. The little boys
would look up nervously, then try to turn away casually, pretend they were
not paying attention, but all the while their eyes furtively glancing at
Ellen's pussy.
Ellen just kept smiling at them, sometimes jiggling her leg a bit, never
blocking their view of her hairy adult cunt. Pretty soon Ellen would
notice their little penises start to bulge outwards in their swim trunks.
The sight of their tiny erections pressing eagerly against their clothes
turned Ellen on something fierce. She would tremble inside as she smiled
and drank in the sight of the little boys getting turned on while staring
at her adult cunt.
Usually about this time, if one of the boys was paying attention to her,
Ellen would casually reach down and scratch her pussy, gently raking her
long red fingernails through her thick pubic hair, keeping her legs apart
so the boy could see clearly what was going on. The scent of her own
arousal would waft up from between her legs as she did this, and Ellen
would get even more turned on.
Sometimes Ellen would go over to play with the boys in the sandbox. She'd
befriend one of them and ask to join in the sand digging, and they were
invariably delighted to have the attention of a pretty woman, a woman like
their mommies but dressed much nicer, and wanting to play with them in the
sandbox.
Ellen would start out fairly modestly, on her knees with her skirt
smoothed down. But as she played in the sand, she would lean forward more,
spread her legs more, allow her tight skirt to slide further up her tanned
thighs. As she spread her legs her pussy crack would open, and again Ellen
would smell her own arousal. Being only a few feet away from a horny
little boy would further heighten Ellen's pedophilic arousal, and soon she
would have her skirt hiked up almost to her hips.
Around this time she would invite the boy to join her in some new
construction project, a project she suggested he help her with right in
the sand between her legs. "Come sweetie, let's make a tunnel right here,"
she would coo suggestively, pointing to the sand between her knees. The
boys were usually still oblivious at this point, but they'd move their
focus in closer between her legs and start working there, as she helped
them move sand.
Again, when they noticed her nakedness, the boys always froze. It was
almost funny to Ellen to know when this exact moment would happen. The boy
would be happily digging away in the sand between Ellen's spread legs,
when something would catch his attention and he'd look up. Maybe he
smelled Ellen's arousal, or maybe he just saw something "odd" between her
legs.
No matter, once this happened Ellen knew, and spread her knees a few more
inches. By this time Ellen could usually glance down and see her own
clitoris peeking out through the thick patch of hair, her deep cunt spread
obscenely wide. The thrill of having a little boy looking right into her
innermost flesh was indescribable, and Ellen could feel her juices start
to flow, the muscles in her cunt twitching.
"Hey, I have an idea," Ellen would say. "Here, help me dig a little hole
right here," and she would point to the sand immediately in front of her
cunt. She would reach down and start digging, her wrists bumping against
her exposed sex. "Come help me," she'd invite the boy.
Nervously the child would reach in between the slutty pedophile
seductress' legs, not sure he should be doing this, but confused because
the lady said it was okay.
"Oh no, guess what?" she would add after they made the hole deep enough.
"What?" said the little boy nervously, glancing around to see if anyone
else was able to see what he was seeing between this nice lady's legs.
"I have to make peepee!" Ellen would explain simply. "Oh, I have an idea!
Maybe I can just use our hole right here and go peepee!" The little boy
would stare wordlessly at her cunt, knowing that a woman made peepee from
somewhere between her legs, but never having seen it, as it was always
hidden when his mother sat on a toilet.
"Do you mind if I use our hole to go peepee?" asked Ellen with a sly grin,
watching the little boy's curious and concerned face.
"Uh, um, I dunno..." he would say haltingly.
"Well, we have a nice hole here to hold my peepee, I think I'll just go
here so I don't have to walk over to the bathroom," said Ellen.
The boy would just stare at her crotch, and sometimes he'd ask a question
or two. Ellen loved the questions, especially her favorite question: "But
where does the peepee come out?"
"Oh, you don't know?" Head shaking. "Here honey, watch carefully, it comes
out right here." Ellen would point one long red fingernail at her urethral
opening and relax her bladder muscles. "Aaah," said Ellen with relief as
her urine began to flow.
The boys eyes grew as wide as saucers as the sound of Ellen's hot piss
splashing into the sandy hole filled his ears. Never before had he seen
such an amazing thing as a woman making her peepee right in public, right
into a sandbox!
Ellen would piss for a minute or two sometimes, and the little hole in the
sand would fill up with yellowish froth. The boy would never take his eyes
off her hairy cunt, the thick yellow stream splashing out from that
mysterious place between the nice woman's legs.
When Ellen's pee finally stopped she would reach into a pocket and produce
a small kleenex. When she fumbled with the paper shard she would see the
boy watching her every move.
"Do you want to help me wipe my peepee?" she would ask coyly. The boy was
still kneeling there agape, his eyes even wider now. "Come on, help me!"
she said with a big smile, putting the clumped-up tissue in the child's
hand.
Ellen absolutely thrilled to watch the boy freeze, not sure what to do
next. "Go on, wipe!" she would urge. When the boy still froze, she would
soften her tone a little bit.
"Have you ever wiped a woman's peepee before?" She knew of course hardly
any of the boys would ever have SEEN a woman's peepee, let alone wiped it!
The boys eyes would grow fearful and he'd shake his head sadly, realizing
that he might be considered inferior for not having done such a thing
already.
"Well, let me show you how then..." said Ellen. Pointing down at her wide-
spread cunt Ellen would explain. "See the peepee there? Go ahead and wipe
that first." She'd hold her breath as the nervous boy reached between her
adult thighs. She'd twitch involuntarily as his stubby fingers touched her
hairy outer lips. When he was done wiping away the peepee she would take
the soiled tissue from him and give him a fresh one.
"Now wipe a little bit lower too, just to make sure," she would explain.
"But there's no peepee there!" the boy would protest.
"Here, give me your hand," Ellen would say. Tugging the child's hand down
between her legs she would pat his little hand against the opening of her
cunt, the thick syrupy juices of her vagina oozing out onto his hand.
Still holding his wrist she would lift it to his face.
"See? It's wet, it needs to be wiped!" The boy would stare with morbid
fascination at his soiled hand, glistening with the adult woman's musky
cunt juices, the scent filling his nostrils, exciting him in ways he could
never understand at this age.
As the child reached between Ellen's legs to wipe her sticky cunt juices,
she would rotate her hips forwards a bit and bump her engorged clitoris
against his wrist. Jolts of pure pleasure shoot through her body and
suddenly her stomach contracts as she climaxes from the accidental touch,
her body twitching spasmically. A fresh squirt of warm sticky girl cum
drools wetly from her vaginal opening, onto the child's tissue and onto
his fingers, as he dutifully tries to wipe up her mess, trying his best to
be a good and helpful boy for the nice woman.
Posted By Nikki
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