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MALL EXPERIENCE (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo)
Edoctordan
The light turned red.
I sat there, reflecting on the events of the day. I had seen her in the
food court at the mall. I was doing my very last minute Christmas
shopping (never one to plan ahead) and had felt the overwhelming need
for a cup of coffee and a break from the chaos of the mall. She was
obviously there to see Santa Claus.
She was a vision. I would guess her age to be about 7 or 8. Beautiful
skin, glorious brunette hair pulled back into pig-tails at either side
of her angelic face. She wore a red velvet dress with a white lace
collar, little black shoes that matched the ribbons on the dress. I
couldn't take my eyes off of her. As I sipped my coffee, she shifted in
her chair to whisper something to her mother. As she did the little
dress rode up high on her thigh exposing more of that lovely girl-flesh
to my view. I felt a twitch in my crotch. Becoming aware of my own
staring, I raised my eyes. Looking directly at me was her mother. I just
about choked on my coffee....I was busted. I was not prepared at all for
what happened next.
As I tried to look away, smiling weakly, her mother winked! Could I have
imagined that? Could it be possible that the mother of this young girl
was actually condoning my lustful gaze at her daughter. While I was
contemplating this, the woman again winked and looked over at her
daughter. The little girl looked directly at me and smiled. My cock
strained at the confines of my trousers.
Still in shock from this, I just about fell from my chair at the next
sight. The little darling scooted forward on her chair, hooking her
little shoes around the legs of the chair while hiking her pretty little
dress up to her waist. I could not believe my eyes. There, exposed to my
view, was the most perfect bald child-cunny I had ever seen. What had
she done with her panties? I had not seen her remove them. Was it
possible that she had been naked beneath her dress the entire time? Had
she climbed up into Santa's lap to whisper in his ear, all the while
rubbing her little girl pussy against the jolly old elf's crotch? My
cock was hard as a rock and the discomfort shook me from my reverie.
Just as I was thinking and seeing clearly again I realized the mother
had gotten up from her chair and was standing over me.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked. I succeeded in mumbling something
in the affirmative, still not quite with it.
"She would like you to take your cock out and play with it so she can
cum". "Please do that for her now", said the mother, then turned on her
heal and returned to the table where her young daughter was eagerly
massaging her puffy pussy lips.
I was dumbfounded. This mother was asking me to expose myself to her
daughter while I watched her masturbate. Looking at me, then glancing
toward my crotch, the mother again gave a wordless expression that I
shouldn't reject her daughter's wishes. Unzipping my fly I released my
swollen cock and balls from their confines. The little girls hands moved
faster as I began to stroke myself. Thinking this would be an awkward
mutual masturbation session, I was not prepared for the next turn of
events.
The mother scooted her chair closer to her daughter's and reached
between those velvety baby thighs and began to play with her daughter's
cunny. Slowly, she began inserting her fingers, one at a time, into her
daughters now-drenched pussy, as her daughter continued to flail away at
her tiny clitoris. I couldn't believe my eyes as three fingers
disappeared. The little girl was bucking on the chair, her eyes closed
as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. I realized I was pounding
my hard cock mercilessly when the little girl opened her eyes and nodded
at her mother.
Her mother tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand and inserting her
pinky finger into the little girls bright red cunt began to fist her
daughther while her daughter fixed her gaze on my cock. I responded by
grabbing my balls with my free hand and squeezing them as I massaged the
area between my ball sack and my anus. The mother was now pushing her
hand roughly into her daughter as the little girl arched her back and
forced her swollen cunt onto her mother's pistoning hand.
I couldn't hold out any longer, and with a stifled grunt I exploded, cum
showering across the floor and onto my pants leg. Seeing this, the
little girl pinched her clit hard and, turning bright red, exploded into
her own mind-numbing orgasm.
I was drained. I couldn't believe what had happened. As my cock began to
soften I noticed the mother slowly withdraw her hand from her daughter's
abused pussy. Still breathing heavily, the little girl took her mother
by the wrist, and turning to me eagerly cleaned her cum and juices from
her mothers hand. Without saying a word both the mother and her young
child straightened themselves, collected their packages and got up from
the table. Turning to me as they walked from the food court, the little
girl smiled and mouthed "thank you".
I so wanted to go after them, to follow them home, to have an
opportunity to continue our play together. They vanished into the throng
of people in the mall.
As quickly as it had started, it was over. Had it been a dream? Had this
really happened? I wasn't able to dwell on the situation at length
since, since at that moment, another crowd of shoppers descended on the
food court. Quickly adjusting my position, I zipped up and tried to not
look like I had just had the most incredible orgasm of my life.
Walking from the mall I couldn't immediately remember where I had parked
my car.
Sitting at the traffic signal, I am still not sure it was real.
But then.....
The light changed to green.
I thought about the little girl and her mother for the next three weeks.
The holidays had come and gone, all the decorations had been taken down
at the mall, and things had moved on. All, that is, except for my
continual urge to see the little girl, her mother and to find out if
what I had seen had been an incredible dream, or the beginning of an
even more incredible reality.
I was preparing for a business meeting in mid-January, and needed a new
suit. I hate shopping, but since seeing the little girl I had developed
a new-found fondness for malls. I found myself looking at each young
thing that walked by. They were so sweet and innocent...yet at the same
time could be so naughty in their dress and attitude.
Deciding that shopping for a suit required a clear mind, I proceeded to
the men's department of my favorite store, intent on getting this task
cleared away before stopping by the food court for a cup of joe. Maybe I
would get lucky and see them again, and if not, I would at least have
the pleasure of watching the other little girls stroll buy or steal
glimpses of their little panty-covered cunnies as they sat in the food
court. I had even on occasion been fortunate enough while looking up to
the upper level of the mall to get a peak of a barely covered butt-cheek
under a slightly too short skirt. These voyueristic acts only fueled my
desire to see more, to touch, to feel, to posess.
As I looked through the suits, scanning the wools and the wool-blends, I
became aware of a feeling of being watched myself. Glancing over my
shoulder all I noticed was the rather portly sales clerk futsing with
the register tape at the check-out. But the feeling wouldn't pass.
Not finding a suit that "suited", I decided that maybe I should settle
instead for a pair of trousers and a new blazer. I turned to look at the
rack of slacks, glancing as I did across the men's department toward the
mall entrance beyond the colognes and perfumes at the cosmetics counter.
There she was! The mother of that sweet sexual creature that had blown
my mind not a month before. She was at the make-up counter, trying out
new colognes. In my lust-crazed frenzy before I had not studied her
closely. But now, I could see where her daughter got her awesome beauty.
Her mother's dark hair, penetrating eyes, high cheek bones and svelte
figure were obvious even in the sweatsuit she wore while shopping. I had
to talk to her. I had to find out if she would talk to me.
Walking away from the men's department, I casually strolled along the
racks of clothing and jewelry until I was within earshot of her. Then,
turning toward the cosmetics counter, I fained interest in various
perfumes, inching ever closer to her. Summoning my courage, I prepared
myself to speak....hoping beyond hope the words would come that would
assure her I would be cool about what had happened, but at the same time
wanted nothing more than for it to happen again. Before I could speak,
however, she spoke.
"I hope you had a nice holiday season", she said. "I know my daughter
did. She hasn't stopped talking about "that nice man at the mall" since.
In fact, we've been coming here several times each week since then,
hoping to see you again."
I wasn't sure how to respond. "I had a good holiday, as well", I
started. Then "and I've thought about your daughter, and you, often
since that day. I'm sorry she is not with you today, in fact. I would
love to see her".
"Oh, she's here" replied the mother, "shes waiting in the changing rooms
over there while I shop, in the hopes I will bring you back to see her.
Would you like to come with me, now?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Not only had this mother allowed her
daughter to be lusted upon by a total stranger, she was in fact aiding
her daughter in bringing me back to do more....much more, I hoped.
"Sure, I replied, I would love to see her again", my cock twitching in
my jeans.
Leaving the cosmetics counter, I walked behind the mother as she made
her way to the back corner of the store, in the kiddies department, to a
changing room area. This area of the store was not visited frequently
from what it appeared, as the styles of clothing appeared to be on the
"low" end of the design spectrum. This department was probably here to
appease the stay-home mom's by giving them something to bribe their
noisy brats with into going with them to the mall.
We walked through the entry into the changing rooms without any sales
clerk acknowledging our presence. We could have lifted virtually
anything from the store and I doubt anyone would have noticed. Walking
to the last changing room, the mother tapped on the door.
"Megan, it's mommy" she announced, "I have a surprise for you".
The latch clicked open, and the mother pushed the door open. This
particular changing room was over-sized, probably to accommodate someone
in a wheelchair and their necessary attendant. By changing room
standards, it was spacious. Walking throught the door, the mother
signalled me to follow. Taking a deep breath, I entered the room as
well. The surprise was all mine.
What I found could only be characterized as a pedophile's absolute
sweetest wet dream. There, laying on the floor, on some blankets and a
pillow was the little angel I had seen in the food court before
Christams. But this time, instead of being dressed in a picture-perfect
outfit, she was naked as the day she was born.
My cock instantly stiffened. Gazing on this lovely creature, I notice
how perfect she really was. Her shapely little legs would someday be
like those of her mother. Her pudgy bare cunny lips pouted between her
soft downy thighs. Her flat tummy and chest gave no hint to the
development that would soon come. Looking at her face again, I found my
self entranced by those eyes that had held my gaze while she masturbated
and forced herself on her mothers fisting hand in the mall.
"Hi, Megan, I said, I am so happy to see you again". "Me too, she
smiled, are you here to play with me?" Her mother answered for me. "Yes,
darling, the nice man was in the mall, just as you hoped, and he is here
now to do with you everything you want. Isn't that right, nice man?"
There was no way to answer in the negative. Of course I would do
whatever this angel wanted, right there, right then. "Yes," I blurted
out " and my name is Rick".
"Yippee", Megan exclaimed, then realizing how loud she had been, put her
finger to her lips and said, "we have to be quiet, though, until Mom can
go outside and make sure the cost is kept clear". I couldn't believe
what I was hearing. The little darling was going to be mine, do do with
as I pleased (or was it, as she pleased?) and her mother wouldn't be
watching us, but standing guard out in the clothing department to make
sure we were not disturbed.
"Okay,", I said, " I am ready whenever you are" The mother looked at me
and said, "I want you to get undressed now, and give me your clothing. I
will hold onto it until you are through. I expect you to do as Megan
requests, no matter what, and if you hurt her feelings and don't then I
will have the evidence that you were raping my daughter. Do we have an
understanding?"
I was not about to pass up this opportunity. "Of course," I said,
"whatever she wants..I will do my best to please her". With that I took
off my shoes, jeans and the t-shirt I had been wearing.
"Wow, Mister...I mean Rick, you have a big thingy, it's even bigger than
my daddy's". "Cock, Megan", her mother corrected, remember we call it a
cock" . "I remember, mommy, and I have a cunt" she replied. I hope his
cock will all fit in my cunt." "I am sure it will, honey," said the
mother, and with that she took my clothing from me and went out of the
changing room.
I wasn't sure where I wanted to start on the little darling. My mind was
racing. I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted my cock down her throat,
and I wanted to fuck the sweet thing all at the same time. As these
thoughts sped through my lust-filled brain, she took the initiative. It
was, after all, what SHE wanted; NOT what I wanted.
Kneeling in front of me Megan reached up and cupped my ball sack gently
in her tender little hands. The coolness of her skin felt so incredible
I thought I might cum just at her touch. As she carressed my balls she
leaned forward and began to kiss along the length of my pole. I wanted
so bad to grab her head and force my cock down her throat, but what she
was doing was so sensual I didn't want it to stop. Licking up and down
my shaft she would get just to the tip of my cock, then pausing there
licking around the head, tickling the scar of my circumscision, then
trailing down the shaft again to my balls. Where had this young thing
learned this I wondered. I had received great blowjobs before, but this
was better than all of them.
"Megan," I said, "you do this so well....where did you learn?" "My daddy
showed me how" she said matter of factly, "and I practice on my older
brother, he's 9, as often as I can. I am glad you like it".
"I love it, little one, and I would like to do something for you, too."
"Oh, you will soon," she responded, "but momma said I needed to get
really wet first. Do you want to get me wet?"
"Yes," I groaned as she again tickled my most sensitive area of my
scrotum " I would love to lick you and get you all wet."
"I have a better way of getting wet than that" she responded, "but you
have to do exactly what I say, okay?"
I couldn't imagine what she had in mind, but I readily agreed to follow
her instructions, if for no other reason that to keep from upsetting her
mother and ending up in the slammer. She instructed me to follow her
daughter's wishes, no matter what, and I was bound and determined to do
just that.
"What would you like me to do?" I asked.
"I want you to spank my cunt....that ALWAYS gets me really wet". With
that she lay back down on the floor and spread her downy thighs ,
positioning the pillow beneath her hips. Tilting her little baby cunt up
in the air, she look at me and smiled. "I want you to spank my cunt and
when I am really wet I want you to fuck me".
I was about floored. I could not have imagined anything more naughty or
erotic. But could I spank this little girl? I might hurt her, then her
mother would definitely come running and I would be dead. But I couldn't
refuse the little angel's wishes or I would face the same result.
Kneeling at her side I cupped her puffy cunny with my hand and leaned
down to caress her flat chest and tummy. Then, I gently slapped her
pussy, letting my hand pause for a second while my finger slipped along
her slit. I slapped her pussy again, almost more of a pat than a slap,
wondering how long it would take for her to be turned on enough to take
my cock. As I looked at her cunt lips, so delicate and soft and her bald
little mound, my cock began to get even harder at the thought of taking
this little nymph. Her voice broke my reverie.
"No, you don't understand," she said, " I want you to spank me.....hard.
My mommy spanks my pussy really hard before daddy fucks me, and it gets
me so wet and gets him so hard. I want you to do that now"
"But I don't want to hurt you" I argued.
"Well, if you don't then I won't get wet and you won't be able to have
sex with me. I don't think you want that do you?" she questioned.
"No, of course not. But if I hurt you your mother will be really mad at me".
"When it hurts it gets really wet. I will let you know if it hurts too
much...then you can stop. Okay?"
"Well, okay, but if you promise to let me know" " I promise," she said,
and resumed her position on the pillow. Looking down at her I was hardly
able to concentrate due to the lust that clouded my thinking. Raising my
hand I brought it down hard on her baby cunt...and I do mean hard. She
jerked, and her legs instinctively closed. But just as I began to doubt
my actions, she spread them again and looking directly at me with wet
eyes said "Harder." Again my hand slapped across her exposed lips,
reddened already by the first hit. Harder this time, not worrying now
what I was feeling, doing only what this little fuck-slut had instructed
me to do. Again, and again. Tears were now streaming from her eyes as
she watched each time my hand smashed against her exposed and swollen
sex. I became aware that my hand was wet from her secretions, and looked
down to make sure I had not done her any permanent damage. Again my hand
came down hard on her cunt, but this time she spread her thighs even
further apart, numb where I had been hitting her and giving me access to
more of her sex that was not yet as numb.
This continued for what seemed an eternity when she finally reached for
my hand and rubbed it slowly across her swollen and puffy cunt.
"We can fuck now", she said tearfully, "thank you for getting me so wet."
She sat up and kneeling she pushed me back on my back. Facing away from
me. she straddled my hips and grasp my cock in one hand while using her
other hand to steady herself on my thigh. As she guided my cock toward
her abused slit, a torrent of girl cum flowed from her cunt, soaking the
head of my cock and pooling around my balls. I was entranced by the
view. Before me was the sweetest looknig little bubble ass, the tight
ring of her butthole visible just above he drippnig cunt.
"See how wet you got me," she sniffled, "I knew you could do it". With
that she pushed the head of my cock into her tight baby vagina.
I have had some great sex in my life, but never had I felt anything as
heavenly as the silky tight confines of this little angel's cunny. As
the head of my cock slipped past the taut muscles at the opening of her
canal, more girl-cum squished past my the head and ran down the shaft.
She took her hands off my cock and thigh and repositioned them on her
knees, now fully squatting with only her cunt touching me. With no
warning at all she dropped her body weight onto my cock, impaling
herself on my spear with an "oomph".
I am not small by anyone's standards, and to this day I have no idea how
her little body absorbed all of my cock in one thrust. But as I looked
at her backside, she was sitting fully on my cock, my balls now at the
base of her cunt. Raising up, again with only her cunny touching my
cock, she began to fuck herself slowly up and down on my tool.
I was in heaven. With each movement up and down, my nut sack contracted
and my ass flexed instinctively. I felt the tip of my cock crushing
against her cervix, then backing out as she raised her hips. Faster and
faster she rode, until I was sure I couldn't last any longer. Just as I
thought I would explode she reached between my legs and grabbed my
balls. In the most intense pleasure/pain I have ever experienced, she
squeezed my balls just as she crested in her own orgasm. She yelled out,
not caring who might hear...."Yes.....oh....yes....I'm
cummmminnngggggggggggg!"
In my agony, hearing her cum sent me over the top and the tip of my cock
exploded with stream after stream of gooey cum. The back-pressure from
her tight cunt and the loads of cum (both mine and hers) forced the cum
to squish out around my cock on the each down-thrust, splattering all
over my stomach, the blanket and even the floor beyond.
"Oh, yes.....fuck me.....yes.....ooooohhhhhhhh"
As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled her little body to mine and
laid her back against my stomach, feeling her still clenching cunt
pulsing with her heart rate as she struggled to get her labored
breathing under control.
"Oh, Megan, you are so beautiful,", I exclaimed, "I am so happy your
mommy let me see you again." "Me too, Rick, and I want to see you again,
sometime. Maybe you could come over to my house and meet my brother, too."
As I was about to question the intelligence of this, there was a tap on
the door.
"Megan, "it was her mother, "I think we need to let Rick get back to his
shopping".
The door opened and in stepped her mother.
"Did you enjoy yourself, honey? she asked Megan.
"Oh, Mommy, he is wonderful. He got me so wet. He spanked my cunt just
like you do...only harder. And he felt so good when I fucked him. Do you
think it would be okay if he came by the house sometime and met Johnny?
I know Johnny would like to experience sex with Rick, too"
"We'll see, dear. But now you need to get dressed and let Rick do the
same", she said, handing me my clothes.
"OK, but please let him visit" Megan reiterated as she began to slip
into a little dress and sandles that had been neatly folded in the
corner of the dressing room. I put on my jeans and leaned down and gave
Megan a little kiss on the cheek. She turned, and grabbing me around the
neck, gave me a big hug.
"Thank you, Rick", she said, " I want you to fuck me again sometime soon."
With that she finished dressing and reached for her mother's hand. Her
mother picked up the blankets and pillow and then turned to me.
"Thank you, Rick", said the mother, "By the way, my name is Cindy. I
will be here in the mall from time to time. I will look for you".
As she and Megan left the dressing room I began to reflect on what Megan
had said. "Johnny would like sex with you too". Had I heard that right?
Was this an open invitation to experience sex with her and her little
brother? Would she want to participate or just watch?
Would her parents be there? Would they participate? Were there other
children?
As I walked out into the mall, I realized how exhausted I was. I hadn't
gotten the suit, or the slacks and jacket. What I had gotten was
impossible to imagine before this day.
I walked down the hall and entered another store.