Summary: m/g Pedo.  Mastur only.  A young man feels up a little girl.

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.

   Title: Retreat 1
   By Pedro Feelya

   I belong to a small church.  It's a Christian religion.  We have a very
active youth counselor, Mr.  Greene, and he is always planning activities,
functions, and outings.  It was the middle of summer, and we were going on
a religious retreat.  That was a fancy way of saying that we were going
camping, to enjoy nature as God created it.

   There were only a few of the more active older people with us, but
mostly it was just young people.  There were a couple other high schoolers,
but some of the kids were less than ten years old.  I was seventeen, and
could drive myself to the church in my parent's old truck, but I couldn't
afford the gas to drive to where the campground was.

   We all met at the church parking lot on Friday afternoon.  A lot of
people showed up, probably more than they planned, plus there were all the
supplies they brought.  The old church bus could hold only so much.  I got
my gear stowed on top, and then began to help the others.

   When everything was loaded, we began too board the bus.  I tried to get
a seat back in the corner, against a window, where it would be quieter. 
Soon all the seats were filling up.

   "We don't have enough seats," Mr.  Greene announced, "Some of the kids
will need to sit on laps."

   Sitting directly beside me was Brian, an eight year old spoiled bratty
boy who really didn't like me.

   "I wanna sit with you," Kelly said too loudly.  She had spotted me, and
maybe had even had been looking for me.  She was one of my favorite young
friends even though she was only ten years old.  I liked playing with all
the children.  I didn't really get along with other teenagers, since I'm
not popular and don't have any cool stuff.

   Kelly quickly crawled over Brian to prop herself up on one of my legs
and knee.  She sat facing away from Brian and the center of the bus, so we
could have some privacy.  I wrapped one arm around her and hugged her
affectionately.  The rest of the bus filled up with eager campers, and we
took off.

   Most of the group was excited and as soon as we were on the highway,
they started singing church songs.  Not hymns, just church type songs. 
Kelly sang in her high sweet voice and I hummed along in my not so sweet
voice.  After about forty five minutes, the singing started to die off, and
everyone settled in for a long trip.  Kelly and I talked quietly.

   Kelly is a truly beautiful ten year old girl.  She had elfin delicate
features and hair that was naturally lighter than a bleached blonde.  She
was slender and feminine, but played as rough as the boys.  And, even
though her father was the preacher, her life was far from ideal.

   Kelly was getting uncomfortable, the way she was sitting in my lap, so
she reached down to lift her butt so she could slide sideways more.  Her
hand landed right on shorts, and right on my soft cock.

   It didn't hurt, supporting her light weight, so I didn't say anything. I
thought it was just an accident.  But, maybe it was my imagination that
after she had gotten comfortable, her hand stayed a second longer than it
should, and she gave a soft squeeze before letting go.

   Still, the idea that this gorgeous little girl had tried to feel my
cock, slid through my mind.  I was seventeen years old, and just at the
thought, my cock began to harden under her ten year old body.

   Kelly and I continued to talk privately, and no one around us paid us
any attention.  Most of the others were involved playing word games or
guessing games.

   About ten minutes later, Kelly innocently reached down again.  I felt
her hand land directly on my cock, and stay there.  I looked at her in
terror.  If she understood what a hard cock meant, she might think I was a
pervert, and say something too someone.

   As if too confirm that it was hard, she wrapped her fingers around it as
far as she could through the fabric of my shorts, and squeezed.

   I wanted to apologize.  I wanted to explain myself.  I wanted her to
stop.  But she had her head turned, and was looking out the window and
paying no attention to me.

   Then she suddenly turned her head toward me, looked me directly in the
eyes, and asked me if we would be able to swim in the lake.  She was
purposely ignoring my hard cock gripped in her hand between us.  No one
else in the bus could see down between our bodies or know what she was
doing.  Unless I said something, No one else would know.

   I recovered, and then began to tell her the lake was very cold, except
at the shallow end, where a wonderful swimming spot was.  Kelly began to
talk happily about going swimming.  While talking, her hand began to move,
gripping and squeezing, exploring the size and length of my cock.

   I looked deeply into Kelly's eyes, trying to understand.  All I could
see was love and excitement.  I could feel my own love and excitement
kindle within me.  Kelly then shifted her weight again, shoving my cock
down and at an angle, away from her.

   I felt confused and disappointed, but chastised myself for wanting
anything more.  As it was, I was committing an unforgivable sin in the eyes
of man and God.  It just felt so nice and loving.  I couldn't believe I
would be condemned to hell for something so wonderful which was done to me.
It wasn't like we were having sex or anything.

   I tried to keep up my end of the conversation when, about three minutes
later, Kelly shifted her position again, pulling up hard on one leg of my
shorts.  I understood then that she was trying to free my cock through my
shorts leg.

   It wasn't going to work.  I could feel my cock was tangled in my boxers.
Casually, I reached into my pocket, digging around while freeing my cock
and pointing it in the right direction, and then I pulled my watch from my
pocket to look at the time.  Now, in a small way, I was a guilty of helping
Kelly commit a sin, and wanting her to.

   Kelly immediately shifted position again, pulling the leg of my shorts
up high, but between us, where no one could see.  Now the head of my cock
was exposed.

   We continued to talk about camping and the animals we might see, when
Kelly reached down and began to fondle the head of my cock.  Soon it was
hard for me to concentrate on what I was saying, and that seemed to amuse
Kelly a lot.  She continued to rub and squeeze the end of my cock for
another fifteen minutes, while I looked out the window at the passing
scenery.

   By now we had been traveling for almost two hours and the bus driver
pulled over at a rest stop.  Kelly took her time getting off of me, so I
could cover myself and hide my hard-on.  By the time I had gotten off the
bus, Kelly had disappeared into the bathrooms.  I wanted to talk to her,
but was afraid to.  I didn't get a chance.

   I needed to be one of the first people on the buss because I sat near
the back.  After most of the people were on, Kelly appeared, more beautiful
than ever, and climbed back up onto my lap.  She sat in the opposite
direction though, with her back up against the window.  She also sat so far
back against the window that she sat with her thighs on my leg, and not her
butt.

   I had discreetly positioned my semi-hard cock in my pants so that it
would easily slide out the leg hole of my shorts.  But the way Kelly sat,
she wouldn't be able to rub my cock without people seeing.  I was
disappointed and wondered what I had done wrong.

   As soon as the bus started rolling loudly down the road again, Kelly
leaned up against my chest, and I cocked my head down so she could whisper
in my ear.

   In a voice too quiet for anyone else to hear, she whispered, "I'm not
wearing any panties."

   I looked at her in shock.  She had been wearing a light blue summer
dress, with white stockings underneath that covered her legs.  Now her legs
were bare.  When she sat, she had casually pulled her dress out in back, so
now her bare thighs rested on my bare legs, and her bare bottom would be
accessible under her dress.

   Kelly continued to smile at me, and look adoringly into my eyes.  Even
though I was seventeen, I had never touched a girl down there.  I had never
even seen a real girl naked, just pictures.  I was so curious about how she
would feel, even if she was just ten years old.  It was just touching.  All
we were doing was exploring, learning about each other.  That was natural.
How bad could that be?

   I looked away, and carefully kept my exposed hand innocently in view. 
The hand that no one could see, fell down, and lifted again underneath
Kelly's draping dress.  Lightly I cupped her small bare bottom, not
believing what I was doing, or what I was going to do to a beautiful little
girl.

   Kelly now looked away innocently, with a smile pinned to her face.  I
didn't doubt that I had her permission.  Gently but firmly, I began to
squeeze and massage her firm little butt.  As before, we were both being as
cautious as possible so that no one would suspect what we were doing.

   Lightly, I skimmed my fingers across the soft flesh that bulged down
between her slightly spread legs.  I felt a shiver run through Kelly that I
guessed that it was pleasurable for her.  I then rested my fingers against
the flesh, trying not to tickle her.

   Slowly I began to explore the soft fold with light touch.  Now it was
Kelly's turn to get a faraway look, and have trouble breathing.  It was my
turn to look around so that people didn't suspect anything.

   Just as she had judged what felt good to me by subtle changes in my
body, I also read her body posture and tightness, enjoying the strain I
caused her.  I started to slide my fingers up and down inside her crack,
trying to understand the soft tissues there.

   I had to move very slowly, because she was a little sticky.  And then I
felt hot wetness on my fingers, and wondered if she had peed on my hand. 
Not really knowing how a girl pees, I searched for even more wetness.

   Kelly reached up and gripped my free arm, hard.  Either she was in pain,
or she couldn't take any more pleasure.  Either way, I slowed down.

   I didn't stop though.  I continued to explore the soft skin around her
pussy and I even ran my fingers around her little butthole.  That got an
interesting shiver and smile from her.  I continued to play with her anus,
even pressing my wet finger hard against it until Kelly again gripped my
arm hard.

   This seemed to tire Kelly out, and she collapsed sleepily onto my chest.
I should have stopped playing with her wet pussy, but too desperately I
wanted to continue to feel her.  I might never get a chance like this
again. I continued to very slowly massage her bottom all over, even inside
her pussy.  I was careful not to stimulate her too much.  Kelly snuggled
in, and very convincingly pretended to fall asleep.

   Time flew too fast and too soon we arrived at the campground.  I
reluctantly stopped caressing Kelly's bare butt, and when we stopped, she
reluctantly climbed off of me.  As I was preparing to get off the bus I
happened to reach up to my face with my wet and sticky hand.  I smelled an
odor I had never smelled before.  I didn't understand it, but suddenly my
cock sprung to full hardness again.  Until I finished getting off the bus,
I kept my hand buried deep in my pocket, hoping no one would notice.



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