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Little Miss Sticky Kiss - Chapter 1 (mg,pedoby
Hi. My name is Debbie and I have quite a story to tell you. It might
be true and it might be fantasy. You decide.
It seems like only yesterday that I was just a little girl. I was a cute
little thing, long brown hair that hung to my shoulders and sparkling brown
eyes. I of course had a very straight figure because I think I was about
6 years old. I was definitely daddy's little angel, like most girls my age.
I barely remember but it seems in my mind like it was about that age that
because I had just come inside from playing with my friends. Mom was also
at work and I had been staying with the neighbors during the day for the
summer.
It was a summer of new adventures for me all the way around. Boys first
came to notice me that year, to notice that I was different than them and
not just another little boy who wore a dress once in a while. A glance and
an occasional stolen kiss was all that I had experienced until lately. The
weirdest thing that came my way that year were Johnny and Jimmy, a couple
of older boys that were staying with the neighbors too. I thought there was
something terribly wrong with them because they were always doing creepy
things. At first it was name-calling, and then it was teasing and the usual
boy-girl stuff. Until today that is! I couldn't believe what they had tried
to get me to do! One of them even tried to talk me into taking off my panties
this morning!
I remembered daddy telling me about not letting someone see or touch
my privates. I stuck my tongue out at them and they laughed as I ran away
as fast as I could. I thought it was really icky of course but I wasn't surprised.
Mommy already told me that boys could be really nasty sometimes.
It was a very hot summer day and I was about to pass out from the heat.
My daddy had put some fresh chemicals in the pool that morning so going for
a quick dip was out of the question. Besides, he was at work and I was not
allowed in the pool until he came home. I looked at the clock and frowned
because it was about an hour before he came home and I needed to cool off!
I walked into the kitchen and was preparing myself tall glass of my favorite
fruit beverage. I opened the freezer to get some ice. A long blast of cool
fair hit me and it felt good! Standing there for a moment with the door open
and closing my eyes, the frosty air moved from the bottom of the freezer
and saturated me with it's gentle touch. "Don't stand there in front of that
all day girl, the ice cream will melt," I remember my daddy saying as he
teased me, trying his best to look stern. "Ok daddy," I'd say and then I'd
shake my little fanny at him and fan the door back and forth until he would
come over and grab me and tickle me.
ICE CREAM! Oh god! I forgot! I opened my eyes and looked on the top shelf.
There it was my favorite treat in the whole wide world! Drat! No chocolate!
All we had was vanilla! I like chocolate and strawberry and vanilla mix but
all we had was that darned vanilla! I shrugged my shoulders in resignation.
It would have to do. My little arm reached up and took hold of the frosty
delight. A stream of cool air moved into the armholes on my shirt and I felt
it tingle across those little nipple bumples on my chest. I trembled as I
drew my arm back and then pushed the door shut. As my arm moved down, I felt
the roughness of my tanktop against my nipple bumple. I pulled the neck of
my shirt back and looked inside at my bare chest. I glanced down and it was
pointy and felt kinda' strange. I looked at my other bumple and it was kinda'
puffy and oblong and wide. "Totally weird," I said outloud as I let my neck-opening
move back into position.
Back to business! Forty-five more minutes and my daddy would be getting
home. Pulling a chair up to the cabinet I climbed on top and reached for
a bowl. My arm reached and found it and I shut the door and hopped down from
the chair. Setting the bowl on the cabinet, I took a big spoon out of the
drawer and began to dip a copious amount of the delicious frozen milk product
into the bowl. I licked the excess from the spoon and then set it on the
cabinet and opened the freezer door, shoving the box back into it. I pushed
the freezer door closed and then opened the fridge door and reached for the
chocolate syrup. The coolness felt good against the palm of my hand. I turned
it over and squeezed it. It was thick because it was cold, but with a little
effort and I finally got some of the delicious brown liquid to ooze out into
my bowl. It seemed like FOREVER for the slow stream of chocolate to make
it's way from her brown tip into my bowl. A long trickle of cool syrup rem!
ained on the tip and I darted my tongue out to remove the remains. "Mmmmm,"
I said as I put the end of the bottle to my mouth and licked the remnant
of the sticky brown chocolate from it.
I was in absolute kid heaven! Words cannot describe the ecstasy that
a young girl feels when the delectable sensation of chocolate passes her
lips and grabs onto her tastebuds, sending a thousand sensations through
her body. A feeling of euphoria erupts somewhere in the central nervous system,
moving up to the brain stem and delivers a jolt to the brain itself. My mouth
watered for more as the sticky sweet milk concoction. I was almost done hoarding
down the last few droplets of melted ice cream from the bowl when I heard
a sound behind me. "God you eat like a pig Debbie." I turned around and it
was that boy John from across the road.
"What are you doing in here creep," I asked him as I stood erect and
ready to strike at the enemy like a lioness ready to pounce to protect her
litter.
"I was just hot and was wanting to know if you had anything to take care
of it?"
"Sorry. It seems I have just finished off the last of the ice cream."
I saw his eyes dart toward my bowl and he frowned. "Why don't you just go
to your house Johnny-wonny," I taunted as I stuck out my tongue and wiggled
it at him.
"Because chocolate face," he said, pausing to stick his tongue back at
me, "the sweet stuff that you have over here, we don't have at home."
I eyed the boy as he stood there in his shorts. I decided that he might
not be that icky after all. He was kinda' handsome I guess. At 15 years old
he stood about 5'3 inches tall and his skin was a bronze color from hours
and hours out in the sun. "We're all out of sweets," I told him as I pointed
to the dirty spoon on the counter. "So," I added, "I guess you'll just have
to leave."
"Not in a pig's eye Debbie-webbie," he said mocking me. He walked to
where I was standing and hovered over me, dwarfing me in comparison. I felt
so small and insignificant as he stood there, his blonde hair almost glowing
in the soft light of the kitchen.
"Look John, my daddy will be home in about 30 minutes and I think that
you had better leave. He wouldn't like it if I was here in the house alone
with you."
"How come," he asked me feigning innocence.
I racked my brain for a reason. "I dunno'," I told him, "I just know
he wouldn't."
The teenage boy stepped closer to me. His hard stomach was within a fraction
of an inch from my chest. I could feel the heat from him and I could smell
the faint scent of sweat. "I don't think he would mind," he said as his hands
moved under my arms. He held me like a rag doll.
"Stop!" I said loudly as I struggled against his grip. He just laughed
and before I knew it he had picked me up and sat my chubby little butt on
the kitchen table.
"Johnny," I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Well," he said as he touched my nose, "I don't think that your daddy
will approve of the way that you look."
"My daddy approves of everything about me jerk," I hissed at him. "Now
you better leave before you get in really big trouble."
"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Johnny laughed and lifted his hand. I closed my
eyes, ready for his hand to slap me hard for sassing him but instead I felt
his finger once again touch my face and pull back. I slowly opened my eyes
and he was drawing his finger back and putting it between his lips. "Mmmmm,"
he said as he pulled his finger from his mouth, making a smacking sound.
"I like chocolate," he said and he once again reached forward taking another
swipe across my upper lip. "Your face is sticky Debbie," he told me and held
his finger just inches from my little round face. "Come on miss sticky kiss,
taste it."
"I don't think so creep," I said as I jerked my head back, trying to
avoid his finger.
"I said taste it bitch," he yelled and then he held my head still, pulling
tightly on my hair and shoved his finger in my mouth. "Mmmmfffff," I cried
out as his finger invaded my lips. His hard fingernail raked across my tongue
and in a reflex action I pressed my teeth against his finger.
"God damn!" he groaned as jerked his finger back. "What the hell did
you do that for you little cunt?"
"I don't like you doing that and I don't want you calling me bitch!"
I yelled back, crossing my arms in defiance.
"But I have to get you cleaned up before your dad comes home," he informed
me, holding onto his damaged finger.
"I can clean myself up. Now get out of my house before I yell!"
"Go ahead and yell kid," he ordered me. "Go ahead and yell your fool
fucking head off. Nobody will hear you."
I closed my eyes, opened my mouth to scream, but before I could get the
words out I felt something warm and moist press against them. I froze in
terror, as I imagined, no, I knew what it was! It was Johnny's lips pressing
hard against mine. I tried to scream into his mouth but it just muffled my
cries. A sensation for the first time caroused through my young body. I had
felt daddy's and mommy's lips on me, but never more than a peck on the mouth!
I raised my fist and hit Johnny on the top of his shoulder. He just pressed
harder and pushed me back onto the table. "Ummfffff," I screamed into his
mouth as I lay there, being stifled by his hugeness and I felt something
wet and icky being forced between my innocent lips. It was Johnny's tongue!
Once again my teeth moved down but somehow Johnny felt my movement and like
a snake it moved from between my teeth. His tongue raked across my uppers,
exploring my dental work and then he released my lips from his.
I gasped for air as he pulled his lips from mine and I lay across the
table looking up at him. "You creep," I hissed. "Leave now before I tell
my daddy!"
"When I'm done with you little miss sticky kiss, you won't even be able
to talk!"
"No," I yelled as he once again moved forward and pushed his face toward
mine. I closed my eyes, waiting for his mouth to press hard against mine.
I could feel his breath, feel his heat as he drew closer and closer and then
instead of pressing like he had earlier I felt his tongue flicker across
my upper lip. A shiver run up and down my spine and my eyes popped open.
"No Johnny," I said. "Please don't."
"But you taste so sweet Debbie," he told me and then he closed his eyes
and his lips touched mine again. It was different this time though. They
were gentle somehow, almost soft and not nearly so menacing. "No," I mumbled
into his face. He said nothing in return, he just began licking my face.
The sensation was different than anything that I had ever felt in my young
life.
"You taste so sweet girl," he said as he licked my face, just beneath
my lower lip. "So sweet," he said as he took another big lick. "Please Johnny,"
I begged half-heartedly. "Stop, please?"
Johnny said nothing, instead kissing down my chin, licking as he went
and my body instead of fighting, responded by making me lift my chin. "Oooh,"
I moaned, not wanting this to go on, yet not wanting it to stop either, "ooohhhhh,"
I moaned again.
"Damn," he said as he moved his face from mine and stood up straight.
As quickly as the sensation had started, it stopped. "What," I asked
as my eyes popped open, staring at the teenage boy.
"Your face is all clean," he said disappointed. "I need chocolate," he
said as he looked down at me. He looked 10 times as big as when I stood up.
This is where it all gets really blurry. I'm not sure if he picked up
the bottle and pressed it to my lips or I did. All I remember is that the
sensation of sweet chocolate syrup was touching my taste buds. "Drink it
you teasing little cunt," he taunted as he forced the semi cold syrup into
my mouth. "Yesssssss...." I heard him moan and then he removed the bottle
from my lips, letting the sticky stuff dribble across my chin and neck. Johnny
sat the bottle down and he moved forward once again and began kissing me.
Never in my six years had I had anything like this happened to me. I was
confused and excited and grateful that he would pay attention to little old
me! I wanted to fight him, I really did, but I didn't. Warm tongue licked
the roof of my mouth and my tongue and it felt like he was exploring my tonsils!
I broke our kiss of abruptly when his hands moved to the private place
between my legs that daddy told me never to let anybody touch! "No!" I yelped
as he cupped my little cunny in his hand. Johnny didn't listen, choosing
instead to hook his finger into the elastic of my shorts and right into the
soft region between my legs.
I shook my head side to side, mumbling something that I can't remember.
I do remember at this point that my body was no longer fighting this 15-year-old
boy as he once again began to lick my little 6-year-old face!
I was beginning to really enjoy the feeling of his warm tongue as it
lapped across my lips, my chin and occasionally lapped at my neck. "Oohhh,"
was all I could get out of my mouth. Johnny licked and licked and licked
my face, my lips and my chin. His hand became bolder as his fingers moved
and for the first time a boy touched the bare skin of my privates. I jerked,
panic setting in once more as his huge finger run along my little girl slit.
He must have licked for at least 10 minutes, touching and probing my little
pussy. As quickly as he had started, he quit his attentions to me and stood
up straight. He once again stood over me, this time I was spread out on the
table, the crotch of my shorts pulled aside.
"Deb," he said, "your face is clean but we have another problem."
"What," I asked, my voice trembling as an uncontrollable feeling swept
over me as I looked at this now handsome man-child.
"I have cleaned your face but it seems that some chocolate has dripped
on your chest!"
"What," I asked, suddenly jerking up, "where?"
"Right here," he said as his large hands moved and he hooked his finger
into the neck of my tank top. I looked down and sure enough, there was a
drop of chocolate that had dripped down on my left nipple bumple.
"Johnny," I said nervously, "you're not thinking....." and trailed off.
"Yeah," he said as he put his hand against his crotch and began rubbing.
My eyes grew wide when he pulled his hand aside and I saw the bulge against
his tight blue jeans. I sat up on the table, my little heart pumping blood
to every part of my senses. "I can't leave you mess little miss sticky kiss."
"Noooo," I protested as his hands took hold of the hem of my blouse and
in a slow but deliberate motion he lifted it above my head. I felt like he
had pulled every ounce of my modesty with him as he pulled it across my brown
locks. I folded my arms, trying my best to hide the breasts that were not
yet developed.
"Too late," he informed me as he threw the cotton rag onto the floor.
His hands then went to my shoulders and he gently laid me back onto the cool
wood table. "Gotta' make sure you're ready when daddy gets home." Johnny
pulled my arms away from my chest and put them on the back of his head. "You're
gonna like this Deb," he said as his face moved forward and I felt his hot
tongue touch the fresh flesh of my little girl chest. I gasped as his head
moved forward and my fingers holding tightly to his hair.
I wanted to fight, wanted to protest but the minute that his tongue flickered
across my little nipple bumple I melted. "Ohhhhh," I moaned as he licked
across the tender flesh. I felt my nipple bumple get all tingly like it had
earlier with the cold but this time it was the warm wetness that did it.
"Oh Johnny," I pleaded as my body ached for him to lick me, "Johnny, no,
please, stop," I asked him in short breaths.
Johnny did not respond, instead, he moved across to my other nipple and
the same sensations moved from the tips of my nipple bumples to the ends
of my toes. "You taste good without chocolate," he told me as he ministered
to my 6-year-old flesh. Suddenly I realized what time it was. "Oh god Johnny,"
I pleaded. "Stop. Daddy will be home in 10 minutes!"
"In that case," he said as he stood once again, "I'd better quit wasting
time!" I felt his large hands hook the elastic of the shorts that I had on.
I trembled as he slid them down my little girl hips, pulling my ruffly white
panties with them. "You look terrific," he said as he looked down at me,
once again rubbing the bulge in his pants.
Here I was, lying naked as the day I was born on the table, except for
my white socks and tennis shoes. My nipple bumples hard and standing up and
a 15 year old boy standing over me. "Johnny," I asked in a trembling voice,
"what are you going to do?"
"You'll find out" and he kissed my nipple bumple again and then I felt
him kiss toward the center and then his tongue moved down to my belly button.
"Ohhhh," I said as my hands immediately went back to his thick blonde hair.
"No, Johnny, no, not, that," I panted. He said nothing, just made a short
circle around my tummy then I felt his soft face kiss me there! "What...."
I groaned, "are you," I panted, "doing," I groaned as he touched his lips
to the soft mound of my pubic area.
He paused momentarily and looked up at my face. His hot breath was bathing
my naked pussy and he smiled broadly. "You'll find out little miss sticky
kiss," he said and then he spread my legs and I felt it! Wave upon wave of
confusion and pleasure moved over me as his face pressed against my bald
pubic mound.
"No," I wanted to say but I am sure I was groaning "yes," as he darted
his tongue up and down my privates. It was electric as he moved forward,
his breath penetrating every bit of my body! "Oh god Johnny," I moaned and
then I trembled and began to convulse instantly as his tongue moved into
my pee hole! "Oh god Johnny," I hissed and pulled him tightly into me. "Oh
danggggggggg," I groaned, spreading my legs wide, to let him explore where
nobody had explored before!
Even though I was just six, I am sure I would have cum if I hadn't been
brought back by reality. My eyes popped open as I heard the sounds of my
daddy pulling up into the driveway. "Oh damn Johnny!" I screamed as I released
his hair and somehow scooted my naked little ass away from his face. "Here
comes daddy!" I warned the 15-year-old boy. As soon as the words had gotten
out of my mouth he was from between my tender legs and he reached for my
clothes and handed them to me.
"Better get dressed then sticky," he said as he move his hand from where
his bulge once was. I thought he'd peed his pants as I saw the large wet
spot between his legs! "We'll finish this later," he said as he moved toward
the back door. He stopped momentarily, watching me dress. I was so embarrassed
yet excited that he wanted to watch me! I was pulling my shorts up. "Oh,"
he said as he opened it, "you tell your old man what happened and you'll
be one sorry little cunt!" I struggled to pull my shirt back on about the
time that I heard daddy entered the front door.
"Debbie," he yelled out, "Daddy's home!" I sat there, frozen with fear
as he walked in. "What's wrong angelpuss, it looks like you've seen a ghost!"
I just smiled weakly, not understanding what had happened to me but I understood
that my body liked what it had just experienced.
"I'm ok daddy," I told him. "I was just finishing some ice cream."
"Are you sure kid," he asked as he touched my forehead. "You look a little
flush."
"Yeah," I replied. "I just got a little hot today is all."
"Ok," he said. His hand touched my chin. "A little chocolate syrup,"
he asked? I blushed as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "I think you'd
better get this mess cleaned up before your mother gets home pumpkin." With
that he turned and walked into the living room and left me sitting there,
flush with my first sexual experience. It would not be my last.
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If you liked this story, let me know. If not,
don't tell me. I'll write more if the feedback
is good enough. Take care for now.
Little Miss Sticky Kiss!
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