I'd been working at the magic Palace for several years, getting better with my magic as the years past.  Then I got the break 
I had been longing for - moving to the Kingdom.  OK, if you don't know what the Kingdom is I'm not going to tell you... but it's 
in Anaheim.


My act played 5 times a day, six days a week.  It was a grueling schedule but the pay was terrific, the cast unbelievably nice 
to me, and the benefits far above average - particularly since part of the benefits included almost unlimited access to kids.  
It was early in May that Brenda and her brother came to see my last show of the day.  Her brother, about 17, absolutely hated 
babysitting his 8 year old sister.  He abandoned her while my show was on - leaving her sitting in the third row of my small 
venue.  I had spotted her early in the act and called her up to "assist" me in one of the more complex tricks that required her 
to lay flat on a table and float above the stage, then disappear.  That was when I was able to look up her short pink dress and 
see that she wore matching pink panties, that her little legs were bare and beautiful to my admiring eyes.  When she disappeared, 
it was just behind the false black background of the apparatus.  She didn't even know she had "disappeared" so the trick secret 
was never apparent to her.  When she retreated to her seat, brother was gone.


At show conclusion, she wandered back up to the stage and asked me to help her - I was her "friend" since she had been on stage 
with me.  Of course I'll help you, little darling, I assured her and took her by the hand, leading her to my dressing room, a little 
cubicle next to a much larger secure storage area where my props were kept.  With so many show each day I had outfitted the space 
with a single cot so I could relax between the two morning, the two afternoon shows, and my closing act at 8 in the evening.


Brenda was a trusting, innocent little beauty.  Once in my dressing room, she began to cry for her brother.  I knew I wouldn't have 
much time with her, that surely he would come back, not finding her he would talk with security who were everywhere in the park.   I 
was the perfect gentleman with her.  She sat on my lap as I got details from her.  She knew her home address, phone number, and the 
hours her single Mom worked.  Carefully memorizing the data, I hurried her out to the street in front of my little stage and, holding 
her little hand, went straight to the phone and called the LC (Lost Children) park number and registered her as Found.  We then began 
the search for her brother, following park regs.  I enlisted the aid of a girl CM to help, feeling exposed as a man with a girl child.  
Cast Members have training in helping lost children that most park guests don't understand.  I let the girl CM take over, me fading in 
the background.  Brother was found soon after, so the CM told me as I past her leaving the park.  I had just nodded in indifference.


The next day, Monday, was my day off.  Brenda had told me all about her school, how she was proud to have a house key on a chain around 
her neck; that she was trusted to come home alone and take care of herself.  Brother had soccer practice; Mom wouldn't be home until 
about 6.  I left my 5 year old car parked two blocks away and watched Brenda open her door at 2:30.  I had hours to be with
her.  It would be a fun time for both of us.  


She answered the door still in her little uniform, dark blue skirt, white button blouse, white knee socks and Mary Janes.   From past 
experience I knew there may be a pair of shorts under the skirt and a chemise under the shirt.  Catholic school rules, I guess.  She 
didn't recognize me.  She'd only seen me in a red tuxedo and top hat (Park regs again) and now I was in nylon gym shorts, sleeveless T, 
and running shoes.    Her training must have sucked because she swung wide the door and let me come in.   "Hi Brenda!" in my most excited 
and friendly manner.  "Mommy said I could come over and spend some time with you today.  She knows you like to play games and I LOVE 
playing games.  Can we play Candyland?"  I overwhelmed her and my brightness forced a huge smile on her face.  She almost jumped up and 
down.  "Come on, let's find it.  Oh, I almost forgot.  Mommy said you had to change clothes first."  I wanted to get her out of those 
clothes as quick as I could.  I grabbed her hand and wandered bouncing down the hall, figuring she'd lead me to her room. 


It was a mess!  Clothes, toys, shoes, thrown everywhere.  Together we began rooting through the piles to find clothes for her.  "WAIT!"  
I shouted, a look of fascination and ear to ear grins on my face.  Let's just get those school clothes off before you mess them up.  Then 
we'll find just the right thing to put on."  I motioned for the child to come to me and I immediately unbuttoned her shirt, pulled the 
chemise over her head and she stood before me topless.  Her little chest was flat, so gorgeously flat.  No development, her little areola 
pale pink, her nipples flat to her chest, mere points.   I acted as if this was nothing.  I unzipped the side zipper on her shirt and let 
it fall to the floor.  True to form, her little shorts were next.  "Step out of them Brenda." She took orders well.  Her white panties had 
Dora print and I was definitely going to be the explorer.  Taking her by surprise, those too got yanked down!


"No!  You can't see my peepee!"  She quickly shielded my view with her hands.  I took on  puzzled expression, cocking my head to the side.  
"You have a peepee?" I asked with incredulity.  I rolled on the floor laughing, slapping my legs, acting as if that was the funniest thing 
I had ever heard.  "Peepee!  Peepee!" I said over and over.  "You said `peepee'" I sat back up in front of her, "You have a peepee!"  I 
rolled on the floor again, my actions tickling Brenda way beyond her instilled sense of propriety.  She began laughing with my contagion.  
In moments we were rolling on the floor together.  I had her in my arms, we rolled around the room, laughing our heads off, each of us saying 
"peepee" over and over.  The child now had on only white knee socks, her Mary Janes have been lost in the hilarity.


Somehow, little Brenda made her way up higher and higher on me, her feeling as if she were winning our little tumbling game.  In fact, her 
little 8 year old snatch was getting closer and closer to my mouth.  I raspberried her tummy, a loud, vibrating raspberry.   That brought howls 
of laughter from her.  We were having a great time!  The next was well below her navel, on her soft chubby smooth flesh just above her wondrous 
little mound that I would soon have in my hungry mouth.  


I rolled onto my back, lifted her 45 pounds up and settled her back on my face, her virginal pussy on my mouth and raspberried her again.   
She froze.  The giggles stopped like hitting a brick wall.  She had never felt anything like that before.  Her hands went to my face, covering 
my eyes and forehead and she pushed away, pushing her little cunt up away from my mouth.  Looking through her fingers I saw her face flushed 
crimson.  She looked confused.  She held there a moment, then lowered herself back down, shifting her weight to my chest instead of my face. 
 She hadn't breathed in moments.  


"Wow."  She shook her head and looked at me, still confused.  "Wow," she said again.  "Did you like that?" I asked. `Did it feel good?"  
"Do it again."  She lifted herself up and found the mouth/vagina connection again.  She'd liked it, all right.  She'd loved it.  I took hold of 
her narrow hips and positioned my mouth properly on her little pussy and sucked gently and I licked her.    Licked her from asshole to clit and 
back again, then raspberried the child directly on her undeveloped clit.   She slumped forward.  I let her off me, laying her on her back beside 
my face.  I moved over her and looked at her eyes.  They seemed glazed, slightly rolled back.  I spread her pudgy little legs and moved between 
them and pulled her little slit to my mouth again.  She was so tiny I took her entire vulva and mound in, gently sucking her.  I felt with my 
tongue, all those tiny little spaces she had to offer, trying to find where her tiny clit might be hiding, gently licking her tight perfect little slit.  The girl was in a trance.


I lifted her short legs up, folding her double, her ankles at her shoulders as I spread her open.  My eyes were inches from her pussy, already 
turning more pink from the attention.  I spread her young lips apart to see her better, her tiny pick hymen clearly in view not a half inch 
inside her cunt.  I wanted to taste it, to touch it, to love it.  I had no desire to rupture it, only to know that I was the first man to see it 
and enjoy her.  My tongue sought and found it.  I ran my tongue all around her inner folds, gently plunging to the hymen, then up to the miniscule 
clit.  I wanted to do more.  I wanted to loosen my nylon shorts and plunge my stiff 8 inch cock into her but knew that was wrong. I wanted to, god 
I wanted to.


I reached down and pulled my shorts to my ankles.  Without underwear my hard cock reached up to touch my belly, hard as a rock.   Taking the girls 
ankles in my hands, I pulled her up, bringing her little body closer to me.  Easily holding her up in one hand, I took cock in hand and touched her 
young pussy with the tip of my cock, running it from asshole to clit and back again.  Precum lubed her well.  I found her hole, so tight, so small.  
Pushing gently, the head felt her hole.  I stroked myself gently, knowing that I could take her if I wanted.  She offered no resistance, no struggle, 
no desire to be set free.  She was mine to do with as I wanted.   My thinking had ceased.  My hormones were in control.  I pushed.  I was so close 
to entering her.  My head swirled, my mental state was way beyond control.  I felt my orgasm boiling.  I shuddered with the ejaculation, my eyes 
went black, my body convulsed as I pumped hot cum into the child.


I had not entered her, had not broken her hymen.  Brenda was still a virgin.  The situation had taken control and provided an unforgettable orgasm, 
one that I will surely remember all my life.  


I cleaned the child thoroughly, showering with her in overly excited motions, making her laugh again, giving a few more belly raspberries, laughing 
all the time to keep her mind occupied.  I made certain she was thoroughly cleaned and hopefully without any of my DNA left on her.  I left Brenda 
wearing sweats and playing a video game.  She had not remembered me from the Kingdom and I left it that way.  Maybe someday she and her brother will 
come again.



End of Magic Man stories.