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 Malenka - Old Family Friend
   By Bruce the Las Vegas Lipsmacker
   and contributing writer Malenka
   (Oldman, g, molestation, masturbation)
   Germany, 1978:
   Malenka was truly a beautiful little girl.  She had blond hair that went
down to the middle of her back.  Her skin was fair, a delicate white,
almost pale.  Her light blue big eyes attracted plenty of attention from
old and young alike.  She was a happy four year old who was raised to be
proper by her lovely and very pretty mother.
   Her mother was extra excited, today they were going to visit a town
where she had lived while attending college.  Her mother's laughter was
contagious it made Malenka jump with joy and anticipation.  She was happy
for her mother and happy that they would be going on a short trip to a
place where her mother had spent considerable time.
   "Do you like the dress your auntie made for you, Malenka?" mom asked
while she brushed her daughter's hair.
   "Yes momma." Malenka answered then quickly nodded her head.  It was a
bright pretty dress with lots of colors.  Green, yellow and red.  She
looked down at it and touched it.  Her new dress even felt nice.
   "Stay still Malenka.  I'm almost done." mom said sweetly.
   Her mother had told her about all the sights they would be seeing and
even told her about an old couple that they would be visiting.  She
informed her daughter, "I miss them, they were like parents to me."
   Two hours later:
   The ride was long but the sights were worth it and Malenka loved hearing
her momma tell her the old stories from her youth.
   "We are almost there, sweetheart."
   Malenka couldn't wait to get out of the hot car.  She was happy when her
mother drove up to the house and parked.  Mom helped by opening the door to
the car, to let her out.  They walked towards the house, holding hands. 
The old couple were just as happy to see Malenka's mom as she was to see
them.  They hugged and talked to each other about old times.
   The couple were in their middle sixties but looked older to the little
girl.  She smiled because her momma smiled and laughed when her momma
laughed.  The old people were very nice and friendly.  The old man smiled
at her a lot and she returned his smile, every time.
   After talking together for awhile the old woman asked Malenka's mom if
she would like to see the garden so she could see how much different it was
now, than it was the last time they had seen each other.
   It was a very hot day and Malenka was fair skinned.  Mom felt it would
be best for her little girl to stay inside where it was cool.  The old man
said he would keep an eye on her.
   "I'll show her some pictures of you, when you lived with us." the nice
old man told the little girl's mom.  Then turned to the little girl and
said, "would you like that Malenka?"
   The pretty child nodded her head and smiled.  With that, the old lady
and her mom walked out of the house and into the hot yard.  It was nice and
cool in the house but, a little too dark for the little girl.  Her momma's
friend was tall with white hair and a wrinkled face.  His teeth were almost
grey.  He smelled kind of funny too.
   He bent over and put his face close to the pretty child.  She didn't
back away.  "Are you thirsty, would you like something to drink?" he asked
as he touched her clean soft hair.
   Malenka nodded her head yes.  He handed her a fat mug with dark liquid,
it had foam on top.  She had never drank anything like that before but
since he was such a nice man and her mother's trusted friend, she drank. 
It was disgusting, it did not taste good at all, she had never tasted
anything like it before.
   Malenka had to hold the mug with two hands because it was so big and
heavy.  "Drink some more, Malenka." the old man said.
   She didn't want to but, she has been raised to be polite so she drank a
little more.  But, again, the taste did not agree with her.  After taking
another sip, she handed it back to the old tall man.  He smiled at the sour
face the pretty child made.  He held the mug with one hand and drank the
rest down in one gulp.  Then went into the refrigerator and opened another
bottle.  He poured it into the mug and walked back to the little girl.
   He picked up the child and put her on his lap then, opened a box of
pictures.  The pictures were in black and white and of her mother.  Malenka
smiled as the old man touched her dress.  He gently pressed the mug of cold
drink with a form top to her lips again.  She really didn't want anymore
but, she obediently opened her mouth to drink.
   "Do you like looking at the pictures of your pretty momma?"
   "Yes."
   "I like your dress." he said as he continued to touch her and show her
more pictures.
   She didn't know why but she felt drowsy and warm.  She never felt like
that before.  She felt scared and comfortable at the same time.  She fought
to stay awake.  He put the mug down on the table and rubbed both of her
arms in a soothing manner.  It made her feel even more relaxed and sleepy.
   "Oh, you have straps that go around your shoulders.  Can I see how this
works?"
   Malenka nodded her head yes without saying a word.  The old man seemed
to want to have a conversation, she seemed to want to sleep.
   "Your auntie is a good seamstress." he said as he untied the bows that
were fixed on top of her tiny shoulders.  The front flap of the pretty
dress seemed to slowly slide down.  Her flat chest became exposed to the
old man.
   His big fat old hands moved immediately.  One to her chest and one to
her stomach, he pressed her firmly against his body.  Then, gently felt,
rubbed and squeezed her little titties.  She was just a little girl but,
she felt what was happening was wrong even though she didn't know why.  It
puzzled her.
   She didn't know what to do with her hands, they stood up and out and
slightly bent.  Like if to allow him access or was it because she didn't
know what to do with them.  In a way she felt trapped or was it stuck.  She
couldn't wiggle away.  He picked up another picture to show her but, this
time he handed it to her.  When she took it he rested his big hand on her
slim small thigh.  Then, he started to stroke her inner thigh softly before
gradually moving it to her muschi.
   "Do you like this?"
   Malenka felt strange.  She has never felt like this before and didn't
know what to make of it.  She looked at the picture in her tiny hand and
saw her mommy looking back at her.
   "My momma likes him.....he is nice." she thought to herself.
   "Yes." she answered the old man.
   His hand never stopped moving over her panties.  He touched her in a
normal friendly manner.  Like if he is doing nothing wrong.  The old man
had put in his time getting the little girl used to his touch.  Now, he
moved his big meaty hand inside her panties, through the side, near her
thigh.  His big hand cupped her mound like if he was claiming her muschi as
his own.  But, just for a moment, then he started moving his big finger
over and on her little slit, gently and softly.  He looked at the side of
her innocent face as he felt her up.
   "Do you like this?" the old voice asked near her ear.
   The little girl did not know what to say.  It didn't feel right but, it
didn't hurt either.  Her little muschi, as well as her body, felt warm and
tingly.  She was terrified as well as curious but, she didn't say anything.
   "Don't you like it?" he pressured the child for an answer.
   "My mommy wants to have a nice day.  My mommy is happy.  I don't want to
hurt his feelings.  He is a nice old man." she thought to herself.
   "Yes," she said weakly to her mother's old friend.
   He smiled big but without opening his mouth or showing his teeth.  The
little girl's legs had been dangling down between his, but now, he pulled
them up so that her feet rested on his thighs, the tip of her shoes almost
touching his knee caps.  His finger never stopped moving up and down her
tiny smooth slit.  She was now spread open but, still pressed firmly
against his sitting body.
   The child lost track of time.  It seemed like his big hand had been
moving on her private area forever.  Her body felt hot even though the
house was cool, she thought she heard a slight ringing in her ears.  The
old man enjoyed the sight of the pretty little girl's pink cheeks, droopy
eyes and opened mouth.  Then suddenly...............pain!
   "Ow!  Waaah!"
   A sharp pain!  His thick fat old finger tried to push it's way into her
pee hole.  She panicked and jerked and struggled to get off his lap.
   "Shhh," he said calmly, after moving his finger tip from trying to enter
her muschi.  His calmness made her listen.  "Shush, clam down." He stopped
trying to enter her but, he continued to rub her.  "There, there, you are
okay.  See, nothing happened.  Shhhh, relax." he said as his hand and
fingers continued playing with her tiny muschi.
   She felt like crying but, he was able to stop her.  She still didn't
feel good or right.  "Do you want to get off?  Come on sweetheart, stand
right here."
   She was happy to hear that.  Finally, he stopped rubbing her private
area.  She stared at her mom's old friend as he smelled his hand before
licking his finger tips.  She frowned at the sight and wondered where her
momma was.  She was still very warm and tired.  Her legs were unsteady. 
She noticed he moved up on the sofa but, still did not stand up.  She was
standing very close to the old man.  His right knee touched her left butt
cheek.
   "Turn around dear, let me tie the top of your dress." he chuckled but
wanted to laugh out loud at seeing the child trying to hold up her falling
dress.  Her pretty dress never hit the ground, she held it up so the old
man wouldn't see her panties.  He tied one shoulder then the other. 
Smiling the whole time.
   "Bend over sweetheart, touch the table."
   The little girl did as she was told without thinking.  She put her hands
on the table and looked nervously around the living room.  The old man
lifted up her pretty dress to look at how her panties covered her ass.  He
pulled on her panties from the back of the waist to examine her crack.  He
was about to lean in and lick her butt hole when he heard her make the
beginnings of crying sounds.
   "Shh.  You are okay.  Don't get scared."
   Her mom's old friend picked up another picture and held it near her
face. The man held the picture so close to her face that, all she could see
was the black and white photo.  Then, he moved even closer, almost
instantly, he set her hand down on something warm and stiff.  She tried to
look at what she was holding but, the old man moved the picture and blocked
her view.
   Her small hand held on to something and his large hand covered her's. 
She could tell he was touching it too.  She tried to look again but, again
he moved the picture to block her view.  But, he did smile and talk to her
in a nice voice.
   "Squeeze it Malenka." he said extra nice with a nod.
   He let her know it was okay to move her hand on it without seeing it. 
He started her off jiggling his cock at a medium pace.  He remained calm,
so she trusted his lead and stood calm.  But, the uncertainty did make her
pout.  Her pouting did not detour him at all.  She noticed his breathing
pick up and then quicken as her little soft hand moved back and forth.
   "You are so pretty, Malenka, and such a good girl."
   She was still pouting when he handed her the picture to hold in her
right hand.  He told her to keep it close to her face and to look only at
the picture.  He removed his hand from her's but, told her to keep going.
He put his right steady hand on her shoulder to keep her in place but, lost
total control of his left arm.  It started to jerk and move like if he was
very nervous.  It scared her, then she wanted to laugh, then confusion. 
All three emotions hit her within a second.  The old man's left arm shook
and trembled uncontrollably.
   "Huh, huh, huh." came out of the old man's mouth.
   She was scared, confused, curious and paralyzed.  All that moved was her
little hand.  She noticed the old man's face twist.  She still could not
see what she was moving her hand on.  Something white flew onto the floor,
she turned her head to the right when it came into sight.  It looked like
the white stuff her mother put on the cinnamon rolls she baked.  She looked
down to see more white stuff join it.  But, where was it coming from?
   "Ahhhhh." he tried to settle down.
   Once he came, he was relieved, he didn't care anymore about hiding her
vision.  He took the old picture from her hand and threw it on the coffee
table.  The little girl looked down to see what she was touching but, still
did not know what it was.  It scared her but, she did not know exactly why.
   Her hand was still on it but, she stopped moving it.  It felt different
now.  Her eyes followed his left hand, the one that was shaking earlier, as
it moved to touch the end of the long funny looking thing.  His middle
finger caught a small amount of hanging white stuff.  He pulled his hand
away, behind the sofa, so she couldn't see the white stuff.
   "Open your mouth, Malenka." he instructed, his big right hand still
resting on her small shoulder.
   She didn't know why he wanted her to open her mouth but, she did it. 
Her hand still held the strange looking, now soft, thing that they once
held together.  He brought his hand quickly up and before she could decide
if she wanted it in her mouth...........his finger was wiping it on her
tongue.  The innocent child made a face like if it was sour or like if it
was something she didn't like.  She looked like if she was getting ready to
spit it out.
   "Don't spit dear.  It's not polite to spit in someone's house.  That is
not lady like." he said kindly, like if he was teaching her manners.
   She didn't spit but, she didn't take it back into her mouth either.  She
let it stay on her lips.  If he was going to tell her to eat it, she was
going to shake her little head no.  She looked to the floor and wondered if
the stuff on the floor was the same thing that was on her lips.
   "Ah, that felt good.  Excuse me Malenka.  I have to clean that up before
your momma sees it." he informed her, "we don't want your momma to find out
what we were doing." he said like if they were a team.
   Her eyes stood fixed to the big thing hanging out of his pants.  When he
stood, her hand dropped from it.  She saw him stuff it inside his pants,
then slowly walk away.  She followed him with her eyes as he walked.  A
short time later he returned with a white rag.
   "Did you like that?" he asked when he returned.
   He had his hands on his waist and a big smile on his face like if he had
just accomplished something he was proud of.  The pretty little girl looked
up with, the old pervert's, cum on her lips and nodded.
   "Yes." she answered weakly.
   The old man gently wiped her mouth clean, with the rag, then patted her
head as he asked, "do you know why I touched your muschi?"
   The little girl shook her head no.
   "Do you know why I looked at your butt and gave you a taste of my white
stuff?"
   Again, the cute kid shook her head no.
   "Because I like you." he said before wiping up the floor.
   Suddenly, the sixty-five year old man and the four year old pretty
little girl heard voices.  Malenka's momma and his old wife were near the
side door.  That was the first time he looked panicked, like if they were
doing something wrong.  He quickly picked up the blond child and took her
to the bathroom.  He could tell the child was scared and wanted to cry.
   "Ah, we are in here!" he said out loud.  "She needed to pee." he said.
When her momma walked in the restroom and continued, "I think she is tired,
she might need a nap."
   Malenka's momma stayed a little longer talking to her old friends then,
after awhile, said goodbye to the old couple.  Malenka saw that her momma
was very happy and that she hugged the couple again before leaving. 
Everything that happened in that house did not make any sense.  The little
girl wondered if it ever would.
   "Are you tired Malenka?" her mother asked as they drove away.  But,
Malenka did not respond.
   "What's wrong?" her mother asked.  Her daughter was never at a loss for
words.  Malenka looked at her mother but, still does not respond.
   "Did something happen, dear?" her mother asked quickly turning her head
to her daughter then back to the road, over and over again.
   "My momma is happy.  Should I tell her what happened?  She told me to
never let anyone touch my muschi.  I let her friend touch it.  He asked, I
could have said no.  My momma is happy." the little girl thought to
herself.
   "I'm tired." the little girl finally answered her momma.
   A feeling of relief came over her mother.  "Go to sleep, baby.  We have
a long way to go." her mother told her as the little girl closed her eyes.
   "I thought something bad happened to my little girl.  I worry too much."
the beautiful woman said to herself as she drove home.
   To be continued..............................................  
  
Malenka