Ladonna And Her Sisters   

by JimBob 
Copyright 2010

Mgg, fondle, oral

Back in the 60's, I would take my boys to Sunday afternoon
matinees.  My boys watched the movies, I watched the other
patrons.  And I made up stories to amuse myself during boring
kids shows.  As they come back to me, I will post them.

  I went into the lobby of the Majestic theater on Broadway and
handed the young attendant my ticket.  He barely glanced at me as
he tore it and handed me the stub.  He was used to white guys
coming to the matinees with all the little black children.  Were
the teen aged attendants even aware of the reason so many of the
old white guys attended the matinees?  I  had no idea.  I knew
why this theater was so attractive to me.  No personnel ever
patrolled the aisles during the movie.  Almost anything could,
and often did go on inside when it was darkened for the movie.

  I did not bother to stop at the concession stand, except to
check the crowd for any familiar faces.  Seeing no one I knew, I
ducked into the aisle through the curtain that kept the lobby
lights out.

  The aisle seat in the last row was open, so I took a seat
there.  I would sometimes go and sit in the  back row while my
eyes got used to the dark, and scope out the girls with empty
seats beside them.  In many cases, this was an open invitation. 
Sex was for sale for candy.

  Three girls came in, about nine, six, and four, probably
sisters. They stood right next to my seat, looking down toward
the front for seats.  The coming attractions had started, and
they watched as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

  The biggest and oldest girl was next to me, and after a couple
of moments, I let my outside arm drop off the arm rest.  I
brought it back up under her dress from the rear. Starting at her
left knee, I slowly ran my left hand up the back and outside of
her bare thigh, palm on her leg, fingers forward and around
slightly toward the front.

  Mmmm, nice and soft and smooth.  Warm too, almost hot.  Not a
sign or a move from the girl.  In fact, one little sister pointed
out some seats, but my girl said, “wait.”

  After I touched panties, smooth, slinky rayon, I dropped my
hand back down, and moved it to the inside of her right leg. 
Back up the even smoother, softer inside of this thigh. The legs
moved apart as the backs of my fingers brushed soft left inner
thigh skin.  She spread her legs open for my hand!  All the way
up, to the delightful little bunched up panty crotch.  So soft. 
So warm.

  I turned my wrist so my hand was palm up, and I cupped that
little mound up there, right in my palm, fingers feeling for the
slit, rubbing, looking for the clit bump.  The girl stood still
there for at least a minute. A long time.  Long enough for the
wrist to be turned back and pulled back and to make another foray
up smooth upper inner thigh.

  I turned and twisted and wriggled my fingers under panty hem on
right inner thigh, and up into warm, smooth pussy lip. A short
move over to slit, pushing panty crotch over with backs of
fingers, and then they turned and followed the cleft up to the
wrinkled little bump.  The girl gave a small start, but did not
move for another two minutes.  My fingers were so busy...

  The middle sized girl tugged at my girl's dress, and then she
pointed to some seats about six rows from the front.  Four seats
together.  I disentangled my hand as the other children started
down the aisle.  Big sister followed, after she got a couple of
thank you pats on the inside of her right leg.  I brought the
hand back down and out to my nose and lips.  Ah,  Little girl
essence.

  The girls went down and sat in the four seats, six year old
went in first, four year old second, then big sister.  Rats!  Big
sister was in the aisle seat!

  Wait!  She directed middle sis to move over next to a small
boy,  little sis then moved over, then big sis, and there, on the
aisle, was my seat!  Vacant!  I counted to thirty, then I got up
and sauntered down the aisle and slipped into the seat next to my
entertainment for the afternoon.  Did you see how it works?

  I sat next to my little nine year old black girl, who has
arranged for my seat to be open.  I saw as I sat that she had
arranged her dress so she was not sitting on it.  Girls learn
this from being touched by us dirty old men, so I figured she has
probably been felt up before.  There were no people in the seats
right behind us, so I could talk a little.

  "What's your name?"  I murmured.

  "Ladonna."  She murmured back.

  "How old are you, Ladonna?"

  "I'm almost ten."  Ah ha!  My guess was right.

  "You are a very pretty girl, Ladonna.  You have really soft
skin too.  Can I feel your soft skin some more?"

  "I guess so."

  "I'd like to see your legs.  You have very pretty legs, I could
tell that.  Can I see your pretty legs?"

  "Here?"

  "Sure.  Pull your dress up real slow.  No one is looking.  Like
this."  I slowly twitched her skirt up a couple of  inches above
her knee while I looked down at her lap.  She took hold of her
skirt and slid it up to the edge of her panties, and then up a
little more so I could see the pink rayon covered mound between
and above the brown legs.  There was a bright scene in the
preview, and I could see every detail.

  "Wow!"  I breath.  "You are beautiful."  Little girls eat up
flattery.  I reached over and captured her nearest knee and
pulled it towards me.  She got the message, and spread her legs.
She left her dress way up until I said,  "Okay," then she pulled
it down, but left her legs apart.

  My hand was on her warm knee, fingers on soft inside leg skin.
I slowly rubbed my fingers over the round joint there on the
inside of her knee, and then my hand started up her thigh,
pulling the dress up with the wrist.  I reached my free hand over
and grabbed the hem at the bottom of her skirt, and pulled the
loose material down and over my wrist so no one could see my
light hand on her dark leg.  But I had seen it, and the feel of
her silky smooth inner thigh skin kept the image bright in my
mind.

  "Mmmm, so soft," I murmured in her ear.  She spread her leg
even more toward me.

  What a sweet little doll she was, so eager to please me, so
eager to get those fingers of mine back up on that feel good
bump.  It had been touched before by white fingers, I would bet
on it.  I'll find out before I am done with her today.

  I took my time.  It was a double feature, and we had plenty of
time, no need to  rush.  I loved the feel of soft little girl leg
under my fingers.    But I could tell my little girl was
impatient.  She wanted her clit massaged some time today.

  So I decided to play her impatience for all I could.  I worked
my fingers slowly up to her crotch.  I fumbled for a moment at
her leg band, then I gave up and rubbed my fingers over the
smooth mound, as I felt the love bump poking up into the soft
material.  I returned to the hem and fumbled some more, with out
being able to get a single finger up in there.

  She snaked a hand underneath her skirt and adjusted her panties
so the leg hem was loose.

  Darn!  She had fixed it so even the biggest fool could get up
inside there, but she has picked a real bozo this time. I fumbled
some more, managing to close the gap she had opened.  She tried
again to fix the panties for the fool, still no luck.  The stupid
jerk just fumbled and couldn't get his fingers in there.  I could
sense her growing frustration.

  Finally I leaned in very close and whispered to her.  "Can you
take them off for me?"  A whisper is much more conspiratorial
than a murmur.

  She considered for a long moment, then with a long sigh, she
did a little wriggling, and a lean way forward while pink panties
were slipped down brown legs and over anklets and patent leather
slippers.

  "Can I hold them?"  Another whisper.

  "You gotta promise to give 'em back!"

  "Of course,  I promise."  I crossed my heart for her, and got a
hand full of warm, silky material.

  Concealing most of them in my hand, I brought them up to my
face and inhaled.  “Ah!”  The essence of young crotch again!  I
put them down in my lap and opened them to see the size against
my lower torso.  Oh, it is so exciting!  I tucked them down
between my legs, up against my balls.

  I placated Ladonna by getting my hand back under her dress and
back on her leg again.  Smooth, soft skin leads me back up to the
crotch, with legs opened as wide as the seat arms would allow.  A
finger went into the bare little slit.  It was damp!  She was
ready.  I found the clit with two fingers, and I proceeded to
bring her clit to fully erect and pulsing between her lips.

  She was a such a hot little thing.  She was moist enough to be
opening out like a flower down there, and I could even get a
slick finger quite easily into the hole.  Hmmmm.  Nine years pld,
and she was not a virgin.  Now that she was really feeling the
need for a climax, it was time for me to gather a little more of
my voyeur information.  I scooted down in my seat and leaned
closer.

  Seeing that I wanted to talk, she leaned over loser to me.

  "You like this?"  I think she knows I mean what I am doing with
my fingers.

  "Mmmm Hmmm."

  "Done it before?"

  "Never took my pants off before."

  "But men put their fingers on it?  Here in the show?"

  "Uh huh."

  "How many men?"

  "Just two...  No!  Three.  One man not in the show."

  "What men did it in the show?"

  "White man like you.  Put their finger right up in there." 
Like you could have if you weren't so damn dumb, is what she was
too nice to say.

  "Who else did it?"

  “Other white man.  That one there did.”  She indicated a man
sitting three rows in front of us on the seat on the other side
of the aisle.  He was a regular patron of this theater too, I had
seen him several times.  We both looked at him and his small
companion seated next to him.

  “She's getting it.  He's doing her right now.”  To those of us
in the know, it was quite plain to see.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Who else did you?”  I am slowly stroking her clit as we talk,
sliding a slick finger over a kernel of corn sized bump in the
swollen little clit hood.  Just enough to keep her feeling good.

  "Mama's boyfrien.  He did it in my bed.  He did Leticia too."

Leticia heard her name, and glanced over at us, then back to the
movie.  She was the six year old.

  "How old is Leticia?"

  "She be seven now."

  "He stuck his penis in you?"

  "Huh?"

  "Mama's boyfriend.  He stuck his cock in you?  Prick, dick,
willie?"

  "Oh!  Yeah, Mama boyfrien Leroy did it to me.  Mama was drunk."

  "He squirt in you?"

  "Uh huh..  It run out.  He do Leticia, she cry!  Blood come out
too!  Not me."

  Leticia glanced over again, then partially turned her back on
us.  She didn't like to be reminded of the blood, I guessed.

  I let the conversation go for a while, and concentrated on
bringing Ladonna to a climax.  First I took her to the edge a
couple of times, then I brought her over.  Ladonna bit on her
hand to keep from crying out when her orgasm hit.  She pushed my
hand away from her clit, but held it close and tight when she
came.  I found it quite endearing.

  When the first movie ended, I gave Ladonna her panties back,
but asked her to just hang on to them for the second movie.

  After the girls had made a trip to the bathroom, and they were
seated again, I got up and went back to the concession stand.  I
came back with two pop corns, four drinks, and candy for each of
the girls.  This caused Leticia and Maddy to warm up to me some.

  Leticia was a darling little seven year old.  But old Leroy had
cooled her off to men who wanted to fool around.  She wanted no
part of Ladonna's new friend.  Apparently the bastard had raped
the little girl when she was six.

  When the movie started again, I slipped my sweater off, and
spread it over my lap.  Then I got my cock out and brought
Ladonna's hand over to wrap her fingers around it.  As I jacked
myself off using her hand, stroking myself to a climax at the
same time I used my fingers on the other hand to bring her off
again.  I was going to have to wash that sweater off again, as I
could not catch all the cum in my hankie.  I put my tool away,
but I decided I was going to taste my little Ladonna while her
panties were off..

  I got her pussy up to the front edge of her seat as I pretended
to have to get down to look on the floor for something she had
dropped.  Quickly I stuck my head under her dress as she held it
over me and I licked up her slit, sticking my tongue in to lap up
that sweet juice.  Ladonna got a new first.  Now she had had
three white guys hands and fingers up there, and a hot tongue on
her dark little clit.  It was really dark under that skirt, and I
was in a hurry, so I could not tell if it was light pink or dark
pink flesh up inside those lips. Maybe next time.

  After I had spent all the time I thought I could get away with
up there, I got back in my seat, brushing my knees off, and
Ladonna put her panties back on before the show ended.  Maddy was
an interested spectator.  I don't think she even knew Ladonna had
her panties off all through the movie.

  As a bonus, Ladonna got Maddy over on her lap, and held her
legs open and her panties over to one side while I got to finger
her four year old clit while she wiggled and giggled.  Leticia
was aware, but she feigned indifference.  I love a challenge, and
I promised myself next time I would take on that little girl.

  I followed the girls out of the theater so I could watch them
in the twilight and check out the people who picked them up.  A
Black guy and woman in a fancy car.  I wondered if the guy was
old Leroy.

And that was my very first time with Ladonna and her sisters.

Did you like my story?  Good? So so?  Lousy?  Let me know, or I
can't fix it.

All my stories are fantasies.  Nothing is real.  Do not try this
at home, or in your local theater..






