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 MY PRETEEN LOVER SARAH Ped Mg Part 1
   "So tell me about this boy then," I said to Sarah.
   She was very mature, Sarah, very mature for her age.
   "Well he has to sit with me when Mum goes to work and I'm not at school
and sometimes when I am at school and come back and Mum's late and stuff,"
she said.
   "Yeah I know that," I said, "your mum told me that, kind of, she
explained that when she dropped you off here this morning."
   "Well coz he couldn't come this morning or something," she said
wrinkling her upturned nose.
   "Yeah, yeah," I said sitting next to her.  She was a sexy young lady. 
"I mean, who is he?  I've seen him before, he looks very young."
   "He's my mum's friend's son," she said wriggling around a bit so that
she was turned more towards me.  Fucking nice skirt that, dead short, a
green one today, bottle green I think they're called.  I often saw her in
little shorty tight skirts and nice figure hugging tight t-shorts and tops.
She might not have been the very prettiest of preteen ladies, but she was
really sexually provocative to me.  I loved watching her out of my bedroom
window.  It looked over onto the back of their garden.  Loved watching her
do cart wheels and handstands.  She was good at that, good at showing her
knickers off.  Sexy little bitch.
   "Yeah alright," I said turning more towards her on the couch.  I had to
tug my short thin dressing gown a bit because of course it kind of rode up
a bit.  "But what I wanted to know was................."
   "......................are those girls ones," she interrupted and
staring directly towards my crotch area?
   "What," I said offhandedly as I looked down and then flicked one side of
the lower part of my dressing gown to one side?
   "Them," she smiled and pointed at my little skimpy red frillies.  I
liked wearing feminine panty knickers especially the looser frilled ones.
These were red, semi see through lacy panty knickers.  I used to order them
from a catalogue.
   "These you mean," I said raising the flap of the dressing gown.  I had a
nice hard on bulging inside my panty knickers and I was more than happy to
display it.
   "Hee hee, yeah them ones," she said giggling and pointing, "they look
like girls ones."
   "Well they're called unisex," I said with an emphasis on the word 'sex,'
so they're for boys and girls.  Do you like them then." I was now holding
both flaps of the lower part of the dressing gown up and to each side.  I
was giving her a good look.  They were XXL size and my cock and balls were
nicely encased in them although I did notice that my cock tip was just
showing slightly over the waist band.  They were those French knicker ones,
squared off at the legs but still a little tight around the buttocks but
also loose enough in the leggings for me to drop my ball bag out if I
wanted.  "Do you like them then?"
   "They're pretty," she said giggling, "I didn't know boys wore them."
   "I'm not a boy though, am I," I said?
   "No, but I mean, you know, for men then, I didn't know men
wore...........what are they made from then?"
   "I'm not sure," I said and I stood up but kept the two lower halves of
the dressing gown raised up and pulled back giving her a good look at them
and my bulging hard on within them.  "Your a girl, what do you think
they're made of?"
   "Dunno," she said leaning forwards to look more carefully.  The foreskin
of my cock kind of slipped down a bit and more of my penis head erected
itself a little bit further out of the waist band.  Just a bit.
   "Well maybe if you felt it you might be able to tell," I said, "would
you be able to tell if you felt the material."
   "Dunno," she said again but I watched as her hand came out and then she
fingered the a part of it at the front but on one of the leg hems, "not
really sure.  Are they comfortable then?"
   "Yeah they feel nice and soft," I said.
   "This bit doesn't feel soft," she said fingering it and then looking up
at me.  It was nice standing there looking down at her with her fingers
inches away from my erection and she was smiling too.
   "That's the lace bit," I said, "but the main part of the knickers feel
soft to me.  Touch another area."
   "Oh yeah," she said as I watched her slowly stroke the material higher
up and probably no more than half an inch or less from my throbber, "yeah
that feels nice."
   "Yeah," I said smiling down at her, "yeah that does feel nice."
   "Mine are cotton ones," she said almost dreamily as her hand moved
around my panty knickers.
   "That's nice then," I said, "so how old is that boy then?"
   "Uhm," she said and then looking back up at me, "oh I'm not sure but
maybe 17 or something."
   "Ok then," I said and then I started to slowly move away from her and
then throwing myself back into the couch next to her, and letting the
dressing gown just fall open, I turned, one knee up onto the couch and
continued, "so is he nice then?"
   "He's alright," she replied.
   "And does he wear girls knickers as well then," I threw in.
   "No his are white..........................I mean.................."
   "It's ok," I said smiling at her reddening face, "so you two have had a
bit of fun together then, have you?"
   "Uhm........" she was looking down and I could see she was biting her
bottom lip, "you know...........he's alright and stuff, I mean............"
   "It's alright," I repeated, "I won't say anything."
   "Yeah but............."
   "It's normal," I said gently, "so you have some fun together then, do
you then?"
   "Just sometimes," she said her head still down and her voice becoming
more squeaky, "but I mean, I mean, I don't mean, I mean............"
   "It's fine," I said gently laughing, "you're nearly the same age, it's
quite normal, there's nothing to worry about.  Do you enjoy having fun with
him then.  I won't tell your mother, honest, you can tell me."
   "Promise," she said looking directly in my eyes, "promise you won't
tell, promise!"
   "Cross my heart and swear to die promise," I said.
   "Stick a needle in my eye promise," she said earnestly.
   "Cross my heart and swear to die, stick a needle in my eye promise," I
said as I slipped off the couch and onto my knees in front of her, "you can
tell me.  So what fun do you have then?"
   I watched her as she alternated between biting her lip looking down and
then looking up at me.  She was obviously thinking.
   "Like I said, it's quite normal to have fun," I said and as I placed my
hands on her knees and gently massaged her legs with my thumbs.  And
anyway, you and him are about the same age.  He could be your boyfriend
couldn't he?"
   "Yeah s'pose," she said looking at me.
   "How old are you now anyway," I said smiling at her and continuing to
massage her preteen puppy fat legs, "13 or something?"
   "10," she said smiling at me.
   "Well there you are then," I said smiling back at her, "not far off the
same age and you're a very grown up young lady aren't you?"
   "Do you think so," she said grinning at me?
   "Oh yes," I've always thought that.
   "A lot of my friends at school say that," she said, "or like that."
   "Yes," I said, "mature, you're very mature."
   "That Mrs Brown the old lady who sometimes sits for me, she says that.
She says I know a lot."
   I knew Mrs Brown and what she actually said to me one day when I
remarked about Sarah was, "you want to be careful of that, she knows more
than she should." And after I'd laughed and asked, "what do you mean," she
had rolled her eyes and replied, "she knows more than I do and you're best
keeping well out of it and that's all I have to say."
   "Oh yes," I said to Sarah, "yes Mrs Brown and I were talking one day and
she said something like that to me, said you were very grown up."
   "Really, did she," she said smiling.
   "Oh yes," I said, "really, she did, she said that.  And I think you're
dead grown up and I think you're dead gorgeous."
   "Really," she said very brightly, "do you really think that?"
   "Oh yes, I really do," I said.
   "Thanks," she said, "and I like you.  I like chatting to you when I see
you sometimes, you know, when I've been out and seen you."
   "Me too," I said, "I always enjoy it when you talk to me.  I wasn't
really sure if you did like me or not.  I suppose you think I'm too old for
you........."
   ".................no I don't," she quickly cut in, "I think you're dead
nice...."
   ".............I think you're dead nice too.  I think you're really
sexy."
   "REALLY, do you really think I am," she almost panted?
   "Oh yeah," I said rubbing my hands up and down her bare upper legs.
   "How old are you then," she asked, her eyes shining brightly.
   "30," I said, "is that alright then?"
   "Yeah," was all she panted back.
   "So, you've seen that boy's knickers then have you," I asked staring
straight at her?"
   "Yeah," she replied.
   "And has he seen yours then," I asked?
   She looked down again.
   "Did you ask him or did he ask you," I asked her.
   "He asked," she replied still looking down.
   "Who showed first then," I asked her?
   "He did," she said.
   "And then," I asked?
   "Then me," she said.
   I thought I'd change the subject a bit, just a bit, "have you done
kissing?"
   "With him," she said looking at me?
   "Yeah with him," I said.
   "Yeah," she replied.
   "Was it nice," I asked?
   "Was alright," she replied but not very positively.
   "I like kissing," I said and she looked up this time and smiled.
   "I like it too," she said.
   "Do you want to do some kissing with me then," I asked her and smiled.
   "Yeah," she smiled back at me.
   "I like doing it with the tongue inside best, do you," I said.
   "Yeah it's nice doing that," she grinned, "and I know what it means,
doing it with the tongue."
   "Do you," I said, "what's that then?"
   "You know," she said smiling, "it means like you're really like the
boyfriend and girlfriend and stuff."
   "Yeah that's right," I said, "see I knew you were mature and dead sexy.
You make me feel dead sexy, do you know that?"
   She just giggled again.
   "Do you understand what I mean," I said.
   "Yeah," she said smiling at me and the she bit her bottom lip again.
   "Go on then," I said, "tell me how you understand, what is it that makes
you know that you make me feel dead sexy."
   "That," she giggled, "your one."
   "What one," I said giggling back at her.
   "You know," she said still giggling.
   "No," I said, "go on, tell me then, what one."
   "That one, your one, down there," she said pointing.
   "Where," I said, "I'll stand up shall I?" I stood up.  "Where, what
one?"
   "That one silly," she said pointing towards my crotch, "in there."
   "In where," I laughed and lifting my lower dressing gown apart?
   "There," she said pointing, "there in your knickers, your one, that one,
the willy one, there."
   "Do you mean my penis," I said smiling down at her.
   "Yes," was all she said.
   "So have you seen that boy's penis then," I asked?
   "You won't tell will you," she said looking up at me and looking a bit
worried?
   "I promised didn't I," I said?
   "Yeah but I promised him I would never tell," she said.
   I didn't bother following that up.  "Do you want to do kissing then," I
asked.
   "Yeah alright then," she said.
   "Let me just take this off first eh," I said and then I let the dressing
just fall off and onto the floor.  I just stood there in front of her
dressed in only my red lacy French knickers and my encased erection, "stand
up then."
   I love sexy little preteen girls, they can be so sexually keen.
   She stood up in front of me, her eyes rooted on the crotch of my
knickers and I placed my hands under her arms and raised her up, "wrap your
legs around my waist," I said and she did, very quickly.
   It was so lovely kissing her soft little 10 year old preteen mouth and
she was so responsive.  It was also a nice feeling to have her tight little
botty bum caressing the top of my erect penis and I made sure while I was
holding her in that position that even with her puppy fat legs wrapped
around me, I could move her around so that my cock knob was well stimulated
by her pretty preteen botty.
   "That's really nice," I said, "you really are a good kisser, best young
lady I've ever kissed and you've got a lovely bottom too."
   "Thanks," was all she seemed to need to say but she was grinning from
ear to ear.
   "Do you think that now we've done kissing with the tongue we're like
boyfriend and girlfriend now," I asked holding her there and moving her
around gently.  God I loved the feeling of her sexy little body.
   "Yeah," she said very enthusiastically, "can we be, can we really be
like that?"
   "I'd like it," I said, "shall we tell your mum later then?"
   "NO," she said quickly, "I don't think we can do that."
   "Can't we," I said looking all serious.
   "No, we got to keep it secret," she said and this time her looking
secret.
   "Oh, alright then," I said, "so you mean like, keeping it just for us
and like I'm your secret boyfriend and you're my secret girlfriend, is that
it?"
   "Yeah," she said and I felt the lovely warm rush of her breath on my
face, "you haven't got a girl friend already have you?"
   "No I haven't," I said.
   "Oh good then," she smiled, "shall we do more kissing then?"
   "Yeah, I'd like that," I said, "I'd love it but how about we go into the
other room and get more comfortable?"
   "Yeah alright then," she replied and as I started to walk away with her,
preteen tight leg wrapped around me, "where to, what room."
   "The bedroom," I said smiling and watching her face.
   "Yeah alright then," she said and you should have seen the look of joy
on her face.
   "You've got a lovely sexy botty," I said lowering her slowly to the
ground, "just like a lovely big sexy bubble and better than lots of those
models I've seen."
   "Really, have I, thanks," she said.
   "Yeah you have," I said sitting down on the bed, "do you want to come
and sit here?"
   "Yeah alright then," she said moving towards me.
   "Tell you what," I said, "if we're going to do kissing on the bed maybe
your clothes might get creased up a bit, do you want to..............."
   ".............shall I take..................."
   "................here come here, let me help you, that's it, maybe
better if we take your top off..........oh that's nice, is that your bra,"
I asked as I helped her lift her top off over her head?
   "My halter," she said proudly and looking down at herself, "my halter
bra."
   "Oh it's really nice," I said, "for your bosoms."
   "Puffies silly," she countered, "but they haven't really started but
they have a bit I think."
   "Here," I said, "give me your top, that's it.  Do you want me to help
you with your bra, I mean halter bra?"
   "No it's alright," she said wriggling out of it, "I can do it.  Here you
are then." She handed me her little girl bra, halter bra.  It was lovely
and warm."
   "Ooh yes," I said staring at her, "you really are so grown up, those are
lovely puffies."
   She was smiling and looking down at her flat chest.  To be fair there
were two tiny bumps, but only just.  They were just like two little air
bubbles that can get trapped under wallpaper, hardly noticeable but
noticeable to an expert eye and I'm a pedo expert where sexy little girls
are concerned.
   "Thanks," she grinned at me again and stood there looking all proud. 
"Shall I take my skirt off too?"
   "Yeah go on then," I said and I sat there and throbbed as she wriggled
out of that too and then handed it to me.  "Oh wow, you really are so sexy,
really sexy, what a sexy lovely figure you've got."
   "Do you really think so, honest," she grinned.
   "Oh yeah," I said, "and your knickers are dead sexy too."
   "They're cotton ones," she said, "you can feel that they are.  Do you
want to feel them?" She walked closer.
   Fucking right I was going to feel them and a lot more besides.  They
were quite big high waisted knickers, a bit baggy and lime green in colour.
   "Oh yeah they are, really sexy," I said rubbing my hands over them,
molesting my hands over them, "yeah, they're cotton ones alright."
   "Are we going to do kissing then," she said?
   Sitting on the bed, I just pulled her gently towards me and in between
my open legs and onto my panty knickered crotch.  The feeling of having the
little 10 year old girl, her knickered crotch hard up against my erect
penis, well it was just so fucking lovely.  Of course she was be no means
my first preteen lover.  I've had plenty of those.
   Nothing makes my cock harder or throb more or spunk more and repeatedly
than a preteen sex goddess and there are plenty about too.
   We went at each other quite heavily.  She was just as forceful as me. 
The amount of saliva we swapped could have filled a bucket.  I loved it and
clearly so did she.
   "Shall we take out panty knickers off," I said after I pulled back from
her?
   "Yeah alright then," she said grinning like a little imp, a preteen
bitch on heat.  Oh she wanted sex alright and I was more than willing and
ready to give it to her.
   END OF PART ONE alleypussy@yahoo.com 
  
MY PRETEEN LOVER SARAH Ped Mg Part 1