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Fisrt Time Offense (Mf)
by Darklib <crittercreek@clipper.net>



The following story comes from the deep and dark realm of the libido
and is solely intended for ones individual reading pleasure.  This
behavior is neither condoned or endorsed.  Enjoy!




The bright yellow bus slowed to yet another annoying stop.  The doors
opening briefly to spill out another swarm of kids before crawling
back into the front of a growing parade of motorists stuck in its
wake.  My tired Buick inched forward with the bus as the children
walked along the sidewalk towards their homes and families waiting for
them.  Two boys, about nine or ten I would guess, walked in front and
three girls about the same age...maybe younger, were giggling and
whispering with each other as they trailed behind.  The boys were
oblivious to their free spirited behavior and were working hard at
ignoring them altogether.  One of the girls suddenly glanced in my
direction and saw that I was looking at her.  Her name was
Amy.....thats what the white flower shaped name tag on her t-shirt
said anyway.  I quickly looked away.  As traffic began to pick up the
pace the school bus turned off up the road.  In my mirror I noticed
the boys and two of the girls cross the street across traffic and head
towards an apartment complex up on the hill overlooking town.  My
thoughts immediately shifted to Amy...I looked in my mirror but the
sidewalk was empty.  I turned at the next corner and raced to the next
and turned back again.  Why was I doing this?  My gut felt hot and
cold at the same time as I drove down yet another street.  Looking.
Hoping.  For what?  Then I saw her.  She was straight ahead, walking
in my direction swinging her lunch box and singing to herself, when I
stopped the car.  I reached across the seat and rolled down the window
as she neared. She was unaware I was even there until I spoke her
name. 

    "Amy?" I said with a smile.  She looked over at me squinting to
see who I was.   I don't really remember if she said anything or not,
but I'll never forget what came out of my mouth next. 

    "Your mommy told me you'd probably be here honey....she and your
daddy won't be home 'til later and I'm supposed  to drive you over to
the sitters house.   Hop in."  With that I pulled the handle down and
pushed open the door, motioning gently for her to get in the car with
me.  She looked back down the street once more and then at me.  I
could feel heat all through my body as I waited to see what she would
do.  Had her parents role played this out with her?  Was there a
mommy?A daddy?  What was I......she shrugged her shoulders and walked
over to the car, climbed in and shut the door behind her.

    "Here...lets put your seat belt on kiddo." I said reaching across
the little form next to me.  I drew the belt across her and buckled it
in.  Her eyes looked up at me as I placed my fingers between the belt
and her waist to see that it was tight enough.  I knew in an instant
as my fingers ran slowly along her skirt top that I would have to have
her.  My cock stiffened uncomfortably,  twitched once and spasmed,
discharging a load in my pants.  I drew a deep breath and looked at
Amy.  She was a pretty little thing.  Brown hair, green eyes.
Everything about her was so
little....fingers,hands...legs...mouth......

     "Whats your name?" she asked looking out the window as I pulled
away from the curb. 

    "What would you like it to be?" I said like I was looking into a
crystal ball.   Amy giggled.  "I don't know."

    "How about Dick, Amy?  Ya, you can call me Dick.  You like dick,
Amy?" I asked knowing the innoccence of the question.

     "Ya, I guess so." she said looking puzzled.

    "What grade are you in now young lady...fifth?" I asked almost not
wanting to know.

    "No, but I will be next year." she said proudly.   I pulled off
the beltway and headed west on an old logging road that reached deep
into the woods. 

    "Where are you going?  This isn't where Linda lives" her voice
trailed off as she stared out the side window.   As I slowed the Buick
off amongst the trees my mind began racing with the reality of what
was happening....I'm forty two years old and I've lured a fourth grade
girl into the woods....my cock tightened....my mouth became dry and my
heart pounded in my chest.  What are you going to do to her?  I looked
over at the child beside me. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO HER? For the
first time Amy looked scared.  Like she could see what I was going to
put in her....and where...  over and over. 
