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I didn't go back to Abner's 5 and 10 the next day. I was just too traumatized by the events that had taken place in the alley with the two strange men. I almost told mommy and daddy a couple of times what had happened but I remember the man hovering over my body. His semi-hard thing was lying across my cum covered pee hole and I can almost smell his breath as he told me, "You've got a reputation already and when everybody finds out about Johnny fucking your tight little cunt, everyone in town will know. Your mommy will know, your daddy will know. Hell," he said, "everyone in town will know that you are a little cum slut!" It was that dang Johnny that started the stuff about me being a little slut. I would get him back some day. For now, my mind was healing a little more each day and I began to think of the Brenda doll on the shelf at Abner's.
The following Friday I got the courage to try it again. I only had a couple of hours left before dark. This time though, I decided to wear a pair of blue jeans instead of the dress. My 7-year-old mind had decided that the dress was what had gotten me into trouble last week. The store would close in about an hour so I grabbed my little pink purse and once again went for a walk. I had decided that this time I wouldn't stop if anybody yelled at me.
I walked quickly and deliberately toward the downtown area. I was worried that I wasn't going to make it. Finally I got to my destination and paused at the entrance into Abner's. There just beyond the door stood what my little heart longed for. Behind that door was Brenda! I took a deep breath and walked through the door. I made a beeline to the toy section. There it was! The Brenda doll that my little heart had longed to own for what seemed like an eternity to a little 7 year old girl. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her perfect hair, her perfect body was what I wished that I were. My hand trembled as I reached for it and looked at the $29.95 price tag. I had saved up $40.00 in anticipation of inflation and with this week's $5 that my daddy had given me for an allowance, I was prepared to purchase the sleek blonde plastic figurine.
"She's pretty," I heard a male voice behind me say. I turned and in the aisle way stood Mr. Abner smiling at me.
"Yeah," I said back. "I've wanted her for so long."
"Of course," he said as he walked closer to me. I liked Mr. Abner. He was a kindly man who seemed to really like children. They were always welcome in his store and he never complained when we just came in to look. I heard him sigh. "She looks a lot like my little girl did," he added as he walked toward the cash register.
"Like she did," I asked?
"Yeah," the man added. "She's gone now. Grown up and all that."
"Where's she at," I asked him?
"Dunno'," he said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Been a long time since I seen the little nymph. I guess she doesn't need daddy any more." I looked at the middle-aged man standing behind the counter. He was a little older than my daddy was, although he wasn't nearly as handsome. He was a nice looking man though and he was always so very nice. "What's your name kid," he asked me?
"Sticky," I informed him, once again dropping my guard. "Um," I paused, "I mean Debbie." I already regretted what I had said. I had been called Sticky for so long that I sometimes forgot my real name.
"I've heard abou........," he said and trailed off, not finishing his sentence. He looked down at me as he rang up the purchase. There was that look again, that look that the men shoot me sometimes. I knew what he was thinking. I knew that he had heard I was a little slut. I supposed I was, but I really didn't like the entire town knowing about it!
"Johnny lies," I said matter-of-factly.
"I didn't mean anything," he said.
"Whatever," I said as I sat my little pink purse down on the counter. "How much," I asked, almost ready to run out of the store without the jewel of my toy collection. He cleared his throat. "That'll be $32.50 after tax."
"Ok," I said as I opened my purse and looked for my money. Here you see is where things start to go blurry. I'm not sure why I did this, but what matters is that I was going to have the Brenda doll no matter the cost. Now, when you are a little girl and you have to part with that much money your mind tries to think of ways to keep it. I mean, $32.50 is almost two month's allowance! I hesitated, looking at the envelope with the nine crisp five-dollar bills that were folded neatly in my purse. To tell you the truth, I was just really not willing to part with the hard-earned cash.
I looked up at Mr. Abner and he was still staring at me like I was a little cum slut. It made me angry, but yet....... it made me feel so grown up! It was at this time that I guess my instincts, which had improved over the last few months kicked in. I thought about how 3 men, 2 of them strangers had just taken what they wanted without my permission. I knew that I had this sexual power over them somehow. I began to think of ways that I could use it. I hung my head, closed my purse and slumped against the counter. "Are you ok Debbie," he asked me. I didn't say a word, I just started to sniffle and pretend to be crying gently to myself.
"Yeah," I lied, "I just feel kinda' bad," I told him. I acted like I was getting weak and I began to tremble. To my surprise, it was working! In a flash Mr. Abner was out front, putting his hands on my shoulders, as if to steady me. He turned me around and asked, "What's wrong Sticky?" Now he was looking at me much the way a concerned father would look at his daughter. He got down on his knees and his eyes were no longer filled with lust, but instead were filled with compassion. I had set my first female hook, now all I had to do was reel him in! He steadied me against chest. I felt his manly presence against my little body.
"Those bad men," I lied as I turned up the waterworks. "They took my money!" I pounded my fist on his shoulder and began to cry and stomp my feet.
"Bad men," he asked. "What bad men?"
"The men," I sobbed, "in the alley," my tears were flowing, "they, they, they took my money!"
"Oh my god," Mr. Abner said, "did they hurt you?"
"I, I, I can't.......," I said.
"Sticky," he said, "it's ok, you can tell me. I won't tell anybody if you don't want me to."
"They did things," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around Mr. Abner's neck and dried my tears on his shoulder. He was soft and warm and he felt so good to me. I thought back to the way they had molested me. I thought about how one of them had tried to stick his thing in my little pee-hole and I remember the feeling of their warm stuff coming out of the end of their dicks. It was truly awful, disgusting and somehow wonderful.
"It was terrible," I told the man, my words coming out in short syllables. He patted my back and then began to stand up, not sure what to do with this semi-hysterical little 7-year-old girl. Before he could stand, I grabbed tighter around his neck and he lifted me off the ground. I swung my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. I could feel the man's nervousness as he stood there with me clinging to his neck. I could hear his mind reeling trying to find a way to get me to calm down. Finally, he did what I had expected him to do. He put his arm around my back and then his hand grabbed my little tushie. It felt much better than when the man in the alley had touched me. I knew what to expect this time; it would be my way today.
"It's ok Sticky," he said, patting me on the back, my butt nestled in his hand. I'm sure it wasn't my imagination that he squeezed it just a bit. I just left my face buried in his shoulder sniffling as his hand massaged my butt. I was getting my way!
"Thank you Mr. Abner," I said as he held me there. Mr. Abner didn't say a word. His hands quit rubbing my butt and slowly, trying not to draw any attention to it, his hand moved between my legs. His hand pressed there, nestled against my little cunny, just holding me, doing his best to make it look innocent. I stopped sobbing and pulled my head from his shoulder. "You are so nice," I told him and then I kissed him on the side of his lips gently. I know that he was shocked, not expecting me to do that. "I just have saved up so long for that doll!" I finally released his neck a little and looked at the man face to face. I liked his face, it was a kind face.
"Maybe you can save up again," he told me.
"But daddy will be furious," I told him.
"Furious?"
"Yeah," I told him. "I didn't tell him what happened and he is going to want to know why I didn't tell him in the first place!" His brown eyes kind of sparkled as he looked into mine.
"You should have told him Sticky," he informed me.
"I just couldn't!" I said and pressed my face into his shoulder once more and began to sob. "I would just do anything to be able to take Brenda home with me!" Mr. Abner let me get my composure and then finally, I released him enough for him to set me back on the concrete floor. My eyes glanced at his baggy pants and I knew that I had succeeded in turning him on by the lump in his pants. "It'll be ok," I told him as I picked up my purse and blew him a kiss and walked toward the door. "Maybe I can find them," I said loud enough for the kindly man to hear.
"Wait Sticky," Mr. Abner said. "Don't do anything silly!"
"I'm just going to see if I can find them and get my money back. I just HAVE to bring Brenda home tonight!" I walked slowly, giving the man a good view of my ass in my jeans. I knew what he wanted but his brain need a little time to regain enough blood flow to process the facts before him. My hand reached for the door when I heard him say, "There's a way you can get Brenda."
"Excellent," I said soft enough that Mr. Abner couldn't hear it. It was just what I wanted the old codger to say. I turned and looked at him, my eyes locking with his. "How," I asked softly, playing the innocent little preteen girl. "I don't have a credit card."
"I know," he said. I walked to him and clutched my purse under my arm. I cocked my head and looked at the man. His bulge was still pronounced and his eyes had that look of lust in them. "Do you want Brenda enough to do anything?"
My thoughts went back to the Brenda doll and the 40 dollars in my purse. I guess you could say that I, like most people, want it all. "Anything," I said, "absolutely anything!"
"Very well Sticky," Mr. Abner said, "come with me." His hand reached out and I hesitated for a moment. He looked to his left and my eyes followed his gaze. The Brenda doll on the counter was sitting there and I had told the man that I would do anything for her. My mouth watered for the plastic toy. I wanted her and by god I was determined to get her! It was time to put up or shut up. Grasping his hand in mine, I walked with him to the front of the store. "Are you sure," he asked? I just nodded my head yes and he smiled. He turned off the open sign and turned out the lights. We turned and I followed him into the back of the store. I had no idea what was in store for me but I had made up my mind.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that he took me back there and we did the old in and out and all that. Well, not exactly. I learned right then and there that some men have what are called fetishes. Mr. Abner's fetish wasn't all that odd I have learned over the years, it was just new to me at the time.
"Let's go in here," he told me as he led me through the storeroom into what appeared to be a small apartment. "I stay here when the weather gets bad. It's my home away from home." It smelled kind of musty, like the apartment of a bachelor. It was clean and neat, just like the rest of his store. "Here," he said, handing me a small box. Go put this on." I took the box and he led me to a small room. "Change in here."
Mr. Abner shut the door and I took the lid off of the small box. "Oh god," I said as reached inside and pulled the pink dress out. It was a little girl's dress and it kinda' reminded me of the dress that the Brenda doll wore. I held it up and then shook my head. This guy was kinda' weird, but if that is what it takes, then that's what it takes. I sat the dress across the sink and dug a little deeper. My eyes couldn't believe what they saw. It was there, under the frilly lace panties that he had for me to wear. I took it out of the box and shook my head. It was a blonde wig and it was curly just like the Brenda doll!
I was trembling when I walked to the full-length mirror and tucked my dark hair under it. I was absolutely astounded that the girl that looked back at me WAS Brenda! In about a New York minute I was out of my jeans, stepping out of my panties. I pulled my shirt off and was standing in my socks and shoes. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It wasn't too late to turn and run. I thought and thought and then finally, I knew that I had no choice. I would be what the man wanted me to be.
I stepped into the white panties and then turned once again and looked in the mirror. My nipples were small now, hard from the excitement of the moment. I felt the tingling in my pussy that had been there when Johnny had licked me. It burned and felt good at the same time. I was getting so turned on and I wasn't even old enough to know it!
Taking the dress, I slipped it over my head. The cotton was soft and felt good against my skin. I zipped it up and then turned and looked for the last time. It was her. It was Brenda. Neatly folding my clothes, I reached for the door handle. My fingers were tingling at the thought of being her, being my heroine. I had always wanted to be her and now I was! "Can I come out now Mr. Abner," I asked, peeking out the door.
"Damn," I heard Mr. Abner moan as I walked out in my costume. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I knew he was pleased. I was happy that he liked what he saw. "You look just like her," he told me as his eyes moved up and down my petite body.
"Oh god," I said excitedly! "I feel just like her too!" I turned so he could look at all of me, my wig, my dress and then I pulled my skirt up just a bit so he could see my panties. I wanted to rub between my legs, wanted to touch myself. I stopped for a second and looked at the middle-aged man who was almost drooling. "Did your little girl wear these," I asked him?
"Yes," he said, somewhat uncomfortable that I would be able to figure that out. "They were her favorite clothes." He rubbed himself as he looked at me. "Of course, Lyla's hair was natural."
"Lyla is a pretty name," I told him.
"She was a pretty little girl too," he said.
"Do you want me to be Brenda or Lyla?" He cleared his throat. His nervousness showed through. He said nothing, just stared my direction. I remembered some of the names that the men had called me in the alley when they slimed me with their cocks. "Was she your cunt," I asked him, not sure what those words meant.
"Yes," he said softly. "She was daddy's little cunt."
"But," I said, my mind mulling everything over. "How could she be your cunt? You were her daddy," I said. My eyes looked at his face, that warm friendly face.
"Yes," he said. "But she was my little cunt."
"How old," I asked him.
"Six the first time," he said.
"Six?" I was shocked. "Six," I asked again?
"Yes," he said. "It's not what you think. It was her idea. Lyla was a girl who knew what she wanted."
"But Six," I asked, still in shock?
"Yes. The first time, it was her idea."
"Daaaaammmmmnnnn," I said as I thought of a man, a daddy doing it with his own daughter!
"She used to watch us, she told me later. She used to watch her mother and I as we made love. Her mother was a very loving woman until she got sick. Lyla was about 5 and she had to take over a lot of the responsibility around the house. It was hard on her. While all the other girls got to play, she had to work to take care of me." A small tear moved down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. "Then one night," he continued, "when she was about 6, she came into my room. I was asleep and she woke me up. 'Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight,' she asked? I looked at my innocent little daughter and nodded. I had honestly forgotten that I was naked under the sheets. I really did. When I realized it, I tucked it under my side and patted the bed next to me. Lyla jumped on the bed and crawled over me and then moved under the covers with me. 'Thank you daddy,' she said and then she kissed me on the cheek and put her arm across my chest."
Mr. Abner seemed to be breathing harder now. "What happened then," I asked.
"I lay awake for a while, making sure that the sheet didn't move from under me. I waited until I heard Lyla snore. Her breath was steady against my chest and I knew that she was out so I rolled her over and closed my eyes. I was glad she went back to sleep quickly because I was so tired from a long day at work.
"You didn't touch her," I asked him, waiting for his answer. I could tell when a man was lying and he was telling the truth.
"No," he said, "I'm a good daddy!"
"Ok, then what happened?"
"It was about daylight when I first felt it. I guess I had been having a dream and Lyla heard me moaning in the night. She moved close to me and realized for the first time that her daddy was naked she told me later. Naturally her curiosity got the best of her and she pulled the covers down to see what her daddy looked like close up. If I had been awake, I could have stopped her."
"Stopped her from what?"
"From looking," he said, "and then from touching."
My eyes grew wide as he told me the story of his daughter. "She touched you?"
"Yes," he said.
"It had been so long. I needed a woman's touch. Her mother was in the other room. It just happened."
"She touched your thing?"
"Not only touched it, she kissed it just like she had seen her mother do."
"You mean like this," I said, moving closer to the man. Mr. Abner stood there as I thought about what I was doing. I thought about how the men had taken what they wanted. Now I would give it to them so I could get what I wanted. My hand reached up and I pulled his belt from his loops and then undid it. He stood there and let me put my hand on the front of his pants. His thing was hard and I felt it with my palm. Mr. Abner took a deep breath as I rubbed my hand up and down the length. "Wow," I said as he unsnapped his pants and then took my hand and guided it to his zipper. "It's so big," I whispered as my hand pulled it down.
I was shocked when I saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear, his cock just on the other side of his zipper. He pulled his pants open, holding them to the side. I was inches from his thing. This was much better than the men in the alley. It was titillating as my hand reached for it and I felt the warmth of it and took in the sensations. I looked up at Mr. Abner and he was looking down at me. "She kissed it," I asked?
"Yes, she kissed it."
I looked at his adult cock and stroked it with my little hand. I held it gently and then took a deep breath. I was scared and excited. "Like this," I asked and then moved forward and planted a kiss on the head. Mr. Abner jumped when my lips met his cock for the first time. His balls dangled from beneath them. I put my free hand under them and held them in the palm.
"Oh Lyla," he moaned.
I kissed it again. Mr. Abner was pretending that I was his daughter. I didn't mind. He obviously loved the girl. He loved her and I wanted Brenda. "You taste good daddy," I said as I played along with his perversion. I took my tongue and licked up the length.
"I love you too Lyla," he groaned as I licked the head and tasted the sticky goo dripping out of the end. "Put it," he panted, "put it in your mouth Lyla," he begged as my tongue flickered across the purple head.
"Like this daddy," I asked. I took a breath, closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I heard him gasp as the end of it went between my 7-year-old lips.
"Yes Lyla," he said as I opened my eyes again. I rolled my eyes up and looked at the middle-aged man. He smiled and put his hand on the top of my head. "Daddy's little girl," he said softly and then he pulled me forward. I almost freaked out as his cock slid into my mouth, filling it completely. I breathed through my nose and the scent of man cock filled my nostrils for the second time in my life. ""Daddy's little slut," he moaned and he released my head. I pulled back and took my mouth from him. I took a deep breath. My hand instinctively moved up and down the shaft.
"Am I doing good Daddy," I asked as I played his daughter Lyla.
"Yes Lyla. Very good," he said as his hand once again moved to the top of my head. By now I was his little slut, his little whore and I knew what to expect. Mr. Abler pulled me forward and I opened wide for his dick to go inside again. "Daddy's little cunt," he groaned as my mouth once again engulfed his dick. His hips began to move into my mouth, just a little and then back out. He was looking down at me while I was looking up at him and I recognized the look on his face. It was the same look the man in the alley had just before he squirted his sticky stuff all over me. "I'm," he groaned as he released my head, "I'm going to cum Lyla," he said and I felt him stiffen.
Most girls don't have to make this decision until much later in life. I had seen what came out of a man's dick and I knew I had two choices. The one that I took that day would change my life forever. Now that I was free to make my own choice, I decided that I would leave it there. I would keep my mouth on his thing until he squirted his stuff into it.
"Yes Lyla," he moaned. "Daddy's cumming," he groaned and then the first squirt of his juice hit me in the back of the throat. I jerked to move my head away but before I could, he moved his hand to the back of my head and held me there, his cock spurting into my mouth. "Jesus girl," he said in a hoarse voice as his cum filled my little mouth. "Oh god," he moaned. I tried to swallow what I could but my little mouth would just not hold it all. I could feel it moving out the sides of my lips. I was a good girl. I did not gag. In fact, I kind of enjoyed the taste!
Mr. Abner stopped moving his hips but he did not release my head yet. I felt his thing become smaller in my mouth. My jaws were growing tired and I wasn't sure I could take the pain much longer when he released my head. A gentle hand touched the side of my face and I moved my head from the softening shaft. I looked up at Mr. Abner, cum dripping from the sides of my mouth. I took his cock in my hand one more time and then released it. I licked my lips, lapping every bit of cum that I could and pulled my dress up and wiped the rest of it off. "Oh Daddy, I love you," I told him and then he shocked me one more time.
"Thank you Sticky," he said as he put his hands under my arms and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his stomach and my arms around his neck. He put his hand on my ass and held me there for just a moment. "Thank you so much Sticky," he said and then he moved forward and he kissed me on the lips. I felt my pussy tingle as his finger snaked inside my lacey panties and he began to rub. I tried to open as wide as I could, my lips so his tongue could explore my mouth and my legs so he could rub me there. I moaned against his mouth as he frenched me and played with my pussy.
I pulled my face from his. His eyes were taking in all of my facial expressions. I on the other hand was blinded by this attack on my center of pleasure. His finger danced across my slit and it felt good! "Oh Mr. Abner," I moaned as I thrust my head back and he pushed his finger in.
"Cum for me Sticky," he said softly while I ground my pussy lips against his fingertip. "I want to be the first to make you cum girl," he said smiling as he teased my nether lips. All I could do was gasp as he pulled his finger out of my virgin cunt and moved it across what was the beginning of my clit.
"Um," I groaned, "feels," I choked as he played with me. "Oh god," moaned as I almost bent over backwards. Holding me tightly to him, yet giving me enough room to move to my most comfortable position, he rubbed his finger from my pussy to my ass and then back again.
Fear began to well up inside me as I felt a feeling I had never experienced in my young life. It started with a tingling somewhere down in the pit of my stomach and the fire of pure pleasure was moving over me. My hips ground against his hand and then I felt it. "Let go Sticky," he whispered, "let go and cum for me girl."
Mr. Abner's soothing voice relaxed me and my lower region began to spasm. I know I was young. I know I hadn't even reached puberty yet but I began to orgasm! It wasn't like the orgasms that grown women have, but it was like a million firecrackers bursting inside my lower region. My head leaned forward into his shoulder and I held on tightly around his neck. His whiskers were burrowing into my tender cheek. I didn't care, I just wanted to continue to experience this pleasure forever!
I threw my head back once again and bucked against his finger. "Yes Mr. Abner," I screamed as I held him tightly and rode his hand. Mr. Abner kissed my tender lips and held me as tight as he could as I clamped my smooth baby cunt around his finger. I gasped for air as he released my lips and I felt the last of my energy drain into his hand. As soon as it had started, it was over. It was over but I was breathing hard and sweating. I buried my head into Mr. Abner's shoulder for the last time and he held me there, his finger staying in my pussy.
I'm not sure how long he held onto me, but I do know that he really cared about how I felt. It was the first time that had happened. Mr. Abner broke the silence. "It's time for you to go home Sticky," he told me as he removed his finger from my pussy. I relaxed my legs and he sat me on the floor. "Go change," he told me. "I'll go get Brenda for you."
My little heart was pounding like crazy when I went into the room to change. What an experience! So this was what all the adults were going so crazy about. So this was what sex was like! No wonder they didn't want us children doing it. They never wanted us to have any fun! It didn't take long until I had the clothes back in the box and was dressed back as Sticky.
Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed when I handed the box back to Mr. Abner. "Here you go," I told him as he took the small cardboard box.
"Here you go kid," he said as he handed me the sack with the Brenda doll in it. "Thanks Mr. Abner," I said as I grabbed it and almost ran to the door. As I reached for the handle I turned once again to the man. "Thanks for everything daddy." I winked, shook my little ass at him one last time and walked out.
It would be the first with Mr. Abner, but not the last. Later in life I would visit him, when the newest version of the Brenda doll came out. I would always get her and I believe every accessory that she ever came out with!
I walked into the door and daddy was waiting. "Took you long enough Deb."
"I'm sorry daddy," I said, "I got to talking to Mr. Abner." Daddy looked at me. I wasn't sure if he could tell that something had chanced, he just had a different look in his eye.
"So did you get Brenda?"
"Yeah," I said as I showed him my sack. Daddy walked over to me. "Is everything ok angelpuss?"
"Yes daddy," I told him, "I'm just so very tired. Is it ok if I go to bed now?"
"Uh, yeah, of course angelpuss." I wrapped my arms around my daddy and kissed him on the cheek. For the first time I was aware that my daddy was a sexual being. "Good night Debbie," he said and then he swatted me on the tushie. I giggled and ran up the stairs, quickly dressing for bed.
"Good night Daddy," I said softly and drifted off into that sleep that young girls have. "I love you," was the last thing I remembered before my body shut down for the night.
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Little Miss Sticky Kiss - Chapter 3
(M/g, oral, masturbation, pedo)
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