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WARNING!!
This is the standard-disclaimer header. Everything you
are reading is fantasy. It never happened, it never WILL
happen. If you have trouble reading about sex or with
the idea of sexuality, please stop reading now. Thanks!
This story written by PeachKisser2004 at yahoo.com
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April 22, 2005
Marina Convenience Store Daughter (pedo)
While shopping at the Spring Valley Lake Marina convenience store I saw
they were remodeling part of the store, with many of the family owners
involved in the removal and replacement of a large bank of freezers. As
luck would have it I was intending to purchase ice cream, and the
harried
manager directed me to a small temporary deep freeze unit in the back
of
his storage area where they had transferred all the frozen goods to.
Standing back there peering into the frost-crusted tubs of Ben and
Jerry's
and trying to find a decent flavor, I was suddenly aware of being
watched.
I raised my head slowly and looked down one aisle of storage shelving
and
saw a young girl standing there looking innocently up at me. She looked
to
be about nine years old and I could clearly see the Middle Eastern
descent
and guessed she was the youngest member of the family who ran the
store.
"Hello!" I said quietly, grinning a huge smile and waving my hand. The
child bit her lip and grinned a little, twisting her hips as she stood
there. She wore a pink track suit, fuzzy terry-cloth material that
seemed
a little too tight for her, perhaps one she had outgrown last year. I
glanced down at were the fluffy material tucked tightly between her
chubby
thighs and saw the outlines of her pre-pubescent genitals, soft and
swollen and pressing outward on the soft outfit.
I felt a sudden rush of horniness and arousal. After all these years
dreaming about this, could my pedosexual dream finally come true? Did I
dare try it? My mind swirled over the possibilities and I remembered
how
busy and engaged the family was out in the main part of the store,
helping
customers, supervising the workmen at the refrigerator location.
Next to where the little girl stood I saw a door slightly ajar and
yellow
light spilled from it. There was a faded water-stained "restroom" sign
attached to the shelf above the girl's head, pointing into the room.
I made up my mind. I put the ice cream down and slowly turned towards
the
child, a huge smile on my face. As I came closer she took a half step
backwards and I smiled even broader and said "Is this the bathroom?"
and
pointed. She nodded nervously and I stepped towards the door, putting
my
hand on the handle, then stopping and turning towards her.
"Sweetie, could you come inside and help me?" I said in the softest,
gentlest voice I could manage through my building lust. She didn't move
so
I put my other hand out towards hers and she reflexively reached her
tiny
hand out to take mine. Yes! I smiled as her hand grasped my fingers and
said "Come on," and stepped into the room, bringing the little pink
girl
in behind me.
Once inside the tiny bathroom I locked the door and knelt down beside
my
little Princess. "What's your name sweetie?"
She looked at me with big brown Middle Eastern eyes and bit her lip,
then
said "Munira," in a tiny little voice.
"Hi Munira, my name is Kurt, but you can call me Uncle Kurt." She
smiled
as I shook her hand. My heart was hammering in my chest. This was it.
The
next move was mine. I could either have my fantasy or else chicken out,
and since I'd come this far, I let my intense arousal guide my next
move.
Standing up I began to unbuckle my trousers. "I have a problem Munira,"
I
said, lowering my trousers to reveal my underpants. "I have this funny
thing that sticks out," I continued, and whisked my underpants down to
reveal the sausage-firm length of my cock.
Munira's eyes grew wide and she put both her hands over her mouth as
she
gazed at my cock. I swear I could feel the heat of her stare on my
sensitive genitals and rapidly my cock grew to full attention and
erection. "Give me your hands Munira," I said, putting my hands out
again.
Taking her small brown hands in mine, I guided her palms into place on
either side of the thick root of my cock, and stifled and groan as the
child's cool fingers wrapped reflexively on either side of my shaft.
"Good
girl, good..." I hissed.
"Now push your hands up and down," I coached her, moving them at first
with my own hands, then letting go so she could do it herself. She
stared
intensely at my bloated cockhead, pointing directly at her cute face,
and
I felt my balls draw up as blood rushed furiously into my erection.
"Good,
good... very good Munira," I smiled down through slitted eyes.
But I wanted to see her little body too, and at the rate she was
tugging
up and down on my cock, I was easily going to explode before long, so I
put my hands gently around hers and slowed her down. "Oh, oh good,
slow..." I said. "Here, Uncle Kurt needs to examine your bottom," I
said,
letting go of her hands and slipping my hands under her armpits.
She let go of my cock and I lifted her easily into the air, standing
her
little pink tennis shoes on the white plastic U-shaped seat of the
toilet.
"Whoa, careful, don't fall in!" I said with a smile and she giggled,
realigning her feet carefully. "Here, hold my shoulders," I suggested,
and
she put one hand on my neck and one against the wall beside the toilet.
"Uncle Kurt is going to examine your body," I said matter-of-factly,
and
reached up for the zipper beneath the little girl's chin. I eased it
slowly downward and revealed her smooth brown body, the rubbery soft
skin
of her chest, on down to her belly. When I had unzipped her track suit
jacket to the waist I slid my hands inside and held her warm soft
belly,
then slowly ran my hands up her body, feeling the swell of her
breathing,
the smooth warm skin.
As my hands rose they parted the jacket and revealed to me the little
girl's lovely upper body, soft rubbery little titty cones just
beginning
to swell beneath tiny brown nipples. I gasped as my hands cupped each
proto-breast and held them for a moment, warm and soft as a summer rain
cloud in my rough fingers.
I felt Munira's tiny brown nipples stiffen beneath my fingers, and when
I
lowered my hands to the ribcage just below her breasts, two little
pencil-eraser-sized erect nipples thrust eagerly out at me. Silently I
lowered my
mouth to one nipple and kissed it, and heard Munira's breath draw in
sharply. I opened my mouth around the tiny soft bump and slid my tongue
wetly out and over the sensitive skin, and Munira's body jerked and a
whimper escaped from her throat.
I glanced up at my angel and she was gazing down at me in amazement,
her
eyes slitted and her face a mask of awe and amazement at the feelings I
was causing for the first time in her young body. Switching to the
other
nipple I gave it the same delicate treatment, except at the end of my
long
slurping lick I brought my teeth together lightly and gave a gentle
nip.
Munira shrieked this time and both her arms flew around my head,
clamping
me to her chest in surprise. When she regained her composure and
readjusted her footing on the toilet seat, I disengaged my mouth and
raised my face to hers. She was almost exactly as tall as me, standing
on
the toilet this way, and I smiled at her cherubic features and kissed
her
perky little nose.
"Come on, I have to check your bottom too," I said. I knelt slightly
and
tugged at the elastic band that cut cruelly into her babyfat hips. The
soft pink material yielded and let my fingers inside and I eased the
lower
garment down over her slightly-curving hips to reveal her lower body.
As
I leaned down sightly to lower her track suit I gazed at her lovely
little
sex for the first time, hairless and smooth and plump as a ripe peach.
The cleft was deep and cut deliciously through the very middle of her
round vulva mound. I leaned further down and nuzzled my cheek against
her
warm pussy, gasping at the first contact between my cheekbone and the
child's exposed vulva mound. "Oh yes sweetie, you are so beautiful!" I
said, turning my head and lightly kissing her mound. Munira giggled at
this and I tugged her track suit down to her knees, helping her lift
one
leg off the toilet seat so I could take the pants off fully.
Now as I stood up I beheld my little Middle Eastern angel Munira. The
track suit jacket still hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing her
fat
chest and heaving tummy, and below her waist she had only her socks and
tennis shoes on, exposing her smooth thighs and soft little vulva
mound.
Reaching behind her I cupped the two little round bulbs of her
asscheeks,
gently kneading them and feeling their warmth and fullness. Kneeling
down
again I brought my face to the child's bare sex, and she kept one hand
on
my shoulder to help steady her. I nuzzled forward and kissed the tender
skin on either thigh, the skin leading up to her bikini line, and then
my
eager lips crossed that magical crease of skin and wandered onto her
tiny
vulva, this time kissing a trail of warmth and wetness right to the
very
upper reaches of her cleft of venus.
Munira's hips trembled as my mouth nestled against her tiny slit, and I
reached behind to hold her tiny buns firmly while I turned my head
slightly and slid my tongue out. Tasting the smooth outer skin of her
vulva, I slid my tongue wetly into Munira's pussy crack, and as I
plunged
eagerly into her slit, she let out another whimper and a gasp as I felt
my
tongue slide wetly underneath her childish clitoris.
I pulled my tongue back slightly and started working the very tip along
the tiny bud between her legs and she squatted slightly, spreading her
legs across the toilet to instinctively give me better access to her
privates, give me a chance to make more of these brand-new good
feelings
that were washing through her body.
I spent several minutes slurping away contentedly on the front of her
pussy, occasionally angling my head down lower and kissing the tiny
hairless lips as they went between her soft thighs. Munira's hips would
shake from time to time and she would steady herself, so I finally
pushed
her back to sit on the porcelain of the toilet tank. I saw her recoil
from
the cold stoneware surface but then I sat on the toilet seat myself and
eagerly dove between Munira's bare legs once again.
After several more minutes of devouring her tiny hairless pussy I
decided
that this had gone on long enough and that someone might start to get
curious about where the girl was. I also tasted fresh little girl
juices
oozing from her vagina, so I knew she was ready to accept my stiff cock
up
into her body.
To make things easier I quickly whisked my jeans and underwear off so
that
I could easily straddle the toilet and fuck Munira. Standing up across
the
toilet seat I pressed forward and thrust my stiff cock along the silky
inner flesh of her young thighs.
As I thrust my hips towards Munira, my cock bulged obscenely, throbbing
with a desperate need to be up inside the child's warm body. I pushed
the
swollen shaft down against Munira's silky thigh and groaned as her skin
brushed along the underside of my cock. A huge dollop of pre-cum
appeared
and smeared a slick trail up to Munira's bikini line, where I prodded
my
cock for a few moments, grunting at the sensations.
But then I with drew, gripping my bulging cockshaft and bringing my
swollen glans down to brush against Munira's saliva-slicked genitals. I
thrust up and down and grunted, stepping closer to the child, pushing
my
hips between her smooth legs, revelling in the sensations of her thighs
pressing more against my bare hips.
I nuzzled the end of my cock lower, searching for the child's vaginal
opening, pushing gently and listening to her whimper. She put her arms
around me and I threw one arm behind her narrow back and held her in
place
atop the porcelain tank. "Okay, get ready sweetie." She just nodded and
bit her lip nervously and I pushed until my cock caught just barely
inside
her body and she gasped.
Taking my hand off my cock I put both arms around my little girl and
gripped her pillow-soft hips and drew them towards my cock. I made
almost
no progress at first, but the pressure pushing down on my stiff shaft
was
exquisite and fueled my lust even more. I lowered my hips slightly and
pulled back just a tiny bit and again Munira yelped quietly.
"Shhh," I said, putting one finger to her lips. She grimaced and I saw
her
lips trembling. I ran my hand back down inside her pink track suit,
feeling her smooth warm chest, the rubbery cones of her breasts. My
cock
bulged as I touched her soft boobies and I jerked my hips sharply
upwards.
With a sharp jolt of liquid motion and warmth several inches of my cock
slithered up into Munira's baby cunt.
Letting out a sharp shriek she spread her legs wider and threw her head
back sharply, banging it solidly against the wall. "Ow..." said Munira,
her eyes going out of focus. She appeared momentarily stunned from
banging
her head but I hardly noticed as I began working my hips faster and
faster, thrusting my cock in and out of her hairless little baby girl
pussy, drawing fresh little girl cunny cream out to lubricate my
overheated shaft.
Munira lifted one hand to rub the back of her head and winced, and I
saw
a small tear appear at one corner. "Ow," she said again, and I
redoubled
my fucking, feeling my balls grazing against the cool porcelain tank. I
threw both arms around her back and squeezed her firmly to me and
increased my fuck-tempo even more, lifting her slightly off the toilet
tank with each up-thrust.
Now Munira's eyes had focused again and she was trying to hold onto me
for
dear life, her tiny body bumping up and down unceremoniously on the
cold
toilet tank as I fucked my cock hungrily in and out of her body.
"Oh yes, oh god yes..." I was getting closer now. "Oh baby, I'm gonna
fill
you with so much fucking cum..." My own vision was starting to get
spotty
as I felt the warm velvety channel of Munira's cunt reflexively
grasping
and squeezing my adult cock, doing the only thing it knew how to do,
coaxing my balls to release their load deep into that lovely little
channel.
Not long now... I grunted and held the tiny girl closer, feeling her
grip
me back. I pushed forward and slammed her back and hips firmly against
the
wall above the porcelain toilet tank and got ready to empty my heavy
gonads. Several more rapid strokes in and out of Munira's tiny Middle
Eastern childish pussy and my balls let go.
With a howl of relief and ecstasy I thrust forward and pinned the tiny
child against the wall, stuffing every last millimeter of my cock deep
into her body, feeling the incredible contractions in my groin as each
molten pulse of thick sperm gushed from deep in my body, directly into
the
child's body, splashing deep into the very upper reaches of her vagina,
splashing around her baby cervix, my balls relaxing and swaying back
and
forth, bumping against her soft little bottom peaches on each up-fuck
stroke.
When my balls had finally emptied themselves completely into little
Munira
I relaxed my grip on the tiny child slightly and she slid down to sit
on
the porcelain tank. I grunted as I drew back my hips and withdrew my
pink
cock, glistening with her nine-year-old pussy juices mixed with my
fertile
cum, which was now sprayed liberally all over the insides of her tiny
reproductive tract.
I paused a moment and gazed down at the child's tiny privates, still
hairless and smooth, and imagined my lucky sperm swimming eagerly
around
inside the delicious little playground I had just ejaculated them into.
My
cock stayed rigidly stiff as I slowly withdrew the hyper-sensitive tip,
which I thrust a few times against Munira's thigh, smearing our juices
there.
"Good girl... good girl..." I held her. She was breathing rapidly and I
saw her tummy heaving as I gazed down between our bodies. Giving her a
quick little kiss on her forehead I saw that she was sweating, and as I
stepped back away to leave her sitting stunned and spread-legged on the
toilet tank, I gazed down at her pussy and saw a tiny dribble of white
ooze from her freshly-punctured vaginal opening, dribbling down over
her
puffy lower vulva and into her anal crack.
"Hop down sweetie, I need you to clean me up," I said. My cock was
still
completely stiff from the thought of what I had just done, and from
watching her rubbery little childish body as she awkwardly scrambled
down
from the toilet seat. "Kneel down there," I said, pointing at a ragged
little cloth "Welcome" mat that lay near the sink.
Munira knelt down obediently and I stepped towards her with my cock
sticking straight out at her face. "Go ahead, clean it up with your
mouth,
lick everything off," I said, smiling down at her. She tentatively
licked
at the head and I coached her. "Hold it with your hands, and lick all
the
juices off, quick... we have to get going..." I said.
Munira did as she was instructed, kneeling before me and using her tiny
pink tongue to lick away all the traces of our lovemaking, the mixture
of
my thick fertile seed and her sweet, runny childish cuntal juices. I
groaned and felt my balls relax and sag downwards as her tiny mouth
worked
its magic.
Finally it was time to get out of there. "Get dressed Munira, I'll
leave
you in here, I have to go." I pulled my jeans on quickly and reached
for
the door, unlocked it, then turned around and leaned down to give
Munira's
forehead one final kiss as she stood there still half-naked, trying to
pull her track suit back on her tiny body.
Re-locking the door I stepped outside and pulled it shut, then spotted
a
back access door to the storeroom and quickly left that way, got into
my
boat and took off.
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