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Little Miss Sticky Kiss - Chapter 1 (m/g,pedo,oral)
by Little Miss Sticky Kiss

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.