“Ahhhh what an adorable child,” I remember thinking out loud as I stood just across the street from the Paramount Elementary School that balmy, overcast day.
Watching quietly without calling attention to myself, she didn’t notice me as she sat alone on the bench waiting for her bus. Something about the little girl captivated my soul, inspiring a second look and a glimpse of white panties between her slender preteen legs. Fine, smooth skin, the likes of which a ‘pedo’ like me gets off on, lined the insides of her sweet, tender thighs, inviting my lustful stare as I licked my lips with wishful thinking, and a ridiculous idea that could land a guy like me in the slammer.
The city bus wouldn’t be coming today. This I knew after reading about the bus driver’s strike that morning, inspiring a plan in my devious, predatory brain. It was to partake of my favorite pleasure in life, getting into a little girl’s panties every chance I get. Hash marks from such conquests were numerous, providing a training ground for added finesse and skills that practically assured success whenever I set my sights on a cute little mark.
The usual afternoon rain shower in the city could be counted on I realized, as angry clouds soon darkened the sky- my cue to begin pursuit.
“Hi there, sweetie. I saw you getting all wet, sitting here all alone.” I spoke in a caring manner, as I sat next to the little girl. Her pretty blue eyes gave me the once over, deciding if I was a nice man or that stranger her mother warned her about.
“My name’s Melody and I’m eight but going on nine,” she replied while my hand held the umbrella over her head. Her innocence radiated like a calling card, exciting me, causing a familiar stir in my pants as I sat down, moving closer to her small body. The wet bench managed to saturate my pants while the cool autumn air served as a reminder that the weather wasn’t getting any friendlier and soon, it would be dark and downright cold.
Melody shivered from the damp coolness, snuggling up to me without realizing what she was doing. Finally it was time to tell her about the bus business and the sad truth that she was stranded in the city.
“Well honey, you probably didn’t know the bus wasn’t coming today, did you?”
“It’s not? How come?” She asked with a look of worry on her baby soft face.
“There’s a Bus Strike and that means the bus drivers aren’t gonna’ work until they sort out their arguments.”
“You mean bus drivers are fighting or something?”
“Yeah. Something like that,” I replied with a chuckle.
“I better call my mom or she’ll worry and get mad,” she blurted out as she stood to walk away.
“Hold on, sweetie. Use my cell.” I offered with a smile.
The cell phone wasn’t mine. Having found it on a table at Starbucks one lucky day, I didn’t care about anyone tracing the phone number.
“Alright, let’s call your mom and you can ask if it’s OK for me to take you home in a cab. You should tell her you know me, or she’ll make a fuss and you’ll wait forever in this rain, OK? Oh and by the way, my name’s Paul so tell your mom that your friend, Paul’s taking you home, and he’s a nice man”.
“What if my mom insists that she comes and gets me?” she whined.
“Tell her that the traffic is horrible and you’re afraid she’ll take too long,” I answered as I dialed her home phone number.
Much to my disappointment, Melody’s mother made her daughter hand me the phone so she could talk to me.
“Yes, Uh huh. Melody will be fine. I’ll take good care of her and get her home soon, but this city traffic is really snarled so don’t be alarmed if it’s late, OK? Uh huh, yes we’ll call if it gets too late. See ya’ soon”.
Taxis were getting hard to find in all this rain. Finally after walking about six blocks, I managed to hail one that had just let out a passenger. Melody and I sat in the back seat while my arm hung loosely around her neck.
“Where to, buddy?” The cabbie asked, as he seemed to size me and the girl up in his mind, probably wondering if an old man with a child would tip.
“Take the outer loop and get off at 17th street. We’re going to 3580 Harvard Way.” I answered as I flashed a roll of twenties to encourage his total cooperation. The address was bogus, but close enough to where I lived.
“Hey! Aren’t we gonna go to my house?” Melody asked with a quizzical look as she tugged at my coat sleeve.
“Sure honey, but first we have to stop by my house and feed my cats or they’ll starve. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?” I replied with a gentle squeeze of my arm around her neck.
“No, I guess not,” she answered softly, not bothering to look up at me.
The youthful, smooth skin of the little girl’s thighs was magnetic. I couldn’t take my eyes from her alluring body, imagining her sweet young pussy wrapped around my cock and the things I was gonna do once I got into her panties. The cab was chilly in the back seat, inspiring Melody to snuggle closer while I hugged her to me. Her perfumed hair wafted pleasantly through my nostrils, reminding me what a gem of a little girl I was taking home and causing an erection in my pants when I realized we would be home in less than ten minutes.
The cab driver smirked as if he knew or guessed what I was up to. I wasn’t the least bit concerned. Grinning back at him like the proverbial cat that ate the canary, I handed over a hundred-dollar bill while patting Melody’s shapely behind, just to make him envious.
The walk to my apartment was over a block away but Melody didn’t complain until she found out that I only had one cat to feed. “Hey! Where’s the others?” She inquired as if she was disappointed.
“Well I used to have three but two died, and Pussy here is the only one left.” I answered as I handed her the furry feline.
“Her name’s Pussy?”
“Uh huh and you know what?”
“What?” she asked as she sat down on the couch, holding the cat on her lap.
“You have a pussy too,” I replied as I sat next to the child, smoothing my fingertips through her golden shiny hair.
“But I don’t have any cats, only a dog named Rocky,” she responded to correct me.
“All little girls have a pussy.”
“Yes sweetie, and your pussy’s between your little legs and near where you pee.”
“Where? I don’t see anything like that down there,” she replied, as she put the cat down and lifted her dress above her waist, pulling the waistband of her underwear away from her body to look into her panties. Whatever she expected to find I don’t know, but my plan was working.
“Well honey, you’ll have to look under where you pee. I can show you if you want.”
“Do I have to take my panties off?”
“Only a little bit. You can leave ‘em on your legs if you want.”
“I’ve never taken my panties off in front of a stranger before. I don’t think I should do that or my mom will… I better go now. Can we go to my house now…please?”
“Sure honey, as soon as I feed the cat and get us something to drink. You wanna coke?”
“OK,” she replied as a naughty smirk developed in her eyes, which confused me for a minute.
“Hey! This is my vagina but I still don’t see a pussy. What’s it look like?” Melody suddenly commented as she pointed to her smooth, hairless little preteen slit. My lips smacked as I noticed her panties pulled down to her knees, revealing her sweet little pussy and milky white, delicate inner thighs.
“Well my little lady, your pussy is the same as a vagina but lots of people call it a pussy because it feels really nice to little girls when someone pets it.”
“But-but no one ever touches me there ’cause my mom wouldn’t like it and ‘sides, only my daddy or mommy can touch my privates, right?” she commented as she pulled her panties back up, fidgeting to make them fit comfortably.
“Your mom and dad might not realize how important it is for little girls to know all about their growing bodies but I do, and my granddaughter loves to have her pussy petted because it makes her all warm and tingly there. I’ve been doing that for her since she was a little baby. Now she does it for herself because I showed her all about where to touch and what to do.”
Melody sat still and quiet on the couch, petting my cat again and obviously in deep thought, until as if a light went on in her head. Then her cute little mouth opened to speak. “Well…how about you show me? I’ll even pull my panties down again if you want, but you can’t ever, ever tell my mommy or she’ll have a cow.”
“OK sweetie, but let’s go into my room where we can be more comfortable,” I replied while adjusting the stiff boner in my pants.
“Hey! Aren’t we gonna’ feed the cat? She looks hungry. Can I feed her? Pleeeze?”
“Sure honey. You can feed her,” I answered as I took her tiny hand and led her into the kitchen.
Time seemed to stand still in my apartment as Melody enjoyed her stay. She never asked about the time or complained for a second about not going home. Meanwhile, I watched the child pour the cat food into the bowl while standing directly behind her shapely little butt.
As if my hands had a mind of their own, my fingertips reached under her dress for a quick feel of her soft little preteen ass. She said nothing as I continued to fondle the exquisitely soft little butt cheeks under her panties. Then she suddenly stopped pouring and looked directly at me with a naughty grin.
“Aren’t ya’ gonna’ take my panties off?” she asked with a giggle as she pushed her little rear end towards me, wriggling her butt in a teasing way. It was to die for! My little preteen guest had a change of heart.
Melody stood up completely, allowing me to undress her delightful little body. My hands roamed over her smooth features while she waited patiently and seemed to be enjoying being felt up and molested. She was naked except for her panties, which I took a special interest in removing ever so slowly. Finally there she was, a delicious looking piece of preteen ass, ready for my attention.
The fine smooth slit between her delectable little thighs was eye candy to my brain and fingertips as I copped a few fleeting feels of her child sex. Then without a comment, I picked the little temptress up in my arms and carried her small body into the spider’s den, my bedroom. Her smooth nakedness advertised her elusive innocence, the thing I sought from the beginning.
She suddenly asked what time it was, as if she was now concerned about being late for home. “Oh its only about four o’clock,” I lied as I placed her gently on the bed.
She seemed relaxed for the moment, lying quietly on the bed as I undressed in front of her.
“Wow! Your thingy is big. It’s bigger than my daddy’s I think. One time, my Uncle Dan showed me his thingy when I spent the weekend at his house. Then he touched my thingy, my vagina, and it felt funny. But then he pushed his finger in me and my whole body tingled. He’s dead now, my Uncle Dan, ’cause he was killed in a car accident.”
My little girlfriend was getting nervous, and actually confessing things about her Uncle that she wouldn’t ordinarily reveal. Her sudden incessant talking was a sign that she was uneasy and maybe a little frightened by all of this. But past experience with little girls taught me that she would eventually calm down and relax, particularly after a little wine.
“I know! Let’s have some wine. I bet you’ll like it and I promise not to tell your mom. OK?”
“Oh goodie. I like wine. Sometimes on Christmas my dad lets me have some, but it makes me feel all silly and stuff. Can I take the thing out of the bottle?”
“You mean the cork?” I corrected her with a grin.
“Uh huh, the cork. Can I have a whole glass, all by myself?”
“Sure sweetie and I’ll have one too,” I replied as I ran to the kitchen, retuning quickly with the wine and an easy to use corkscrew.
My little charm sat up on the bed, struggling with the wine cork while I held the bottle for her. The inviting smooth pubic mound between Melody’s open thighs beckoned me to caress and drink in her sweetness, the untouched freshness of her immature sex and those incredible, edible little girl thighs that I knew would just melt in my mouth.
A cute little smirk which soon turned into a snicker developed on her face as she finally uncorked the bottle of wine. She casually commented about how my “thingy” was getting bigger, wondering if all guys get that big.
“Well my little princess, most guys I know couldn’t help but get a hard penis when a cutie such as yourself sits naked next to them and looks as sexy as you do.”
My little princess blushed as she took in my explanation, smiling a thin grin and asking what “sexy” means.
“‘Sexy’ is what guys and girls like about each other. It’s the shape of their bodies, their nice little butts and the most important parts, the area between their legs that they not only pee from, but use to have sex with each other, making each other feel loved and pleasured. Little girls are sexy because they have cute parts and very soft bodies. Guys love to feel soft things and girls like hard things on a guy. That’s why nature made it so a guy’s penis gets hard when he’s around a pretty girl like you”.
“What’s having sex mean? Is that when a guy puts his penis in a girl and they have a baby?” She asked with a serious tone as she sipped her wine, and then began gulping the drink like a thirsty wino.
“Something like that,” I answered. “But having sex is really an act of showing love to each other. They don’t always make a baby, only if they want to or they have an accident and the girl gets pregnant because she wasn’t careful.” I replied as I finished off my wine.
“Mmm.” Melody muttered as she drank the last of her wine. Totally at ease with her nakedness in front of me, she reclined on her back, spreading her thighs as if I was invited to do as promised. She didn’t have to wait. My eager hands were between her smooth little thighs the second she lay down. Her tiny eyes soon closed as she experienced the sensations of sharing her young, preteen sex with an adult.
This little child was beautiful and enticing as she surrendered herself, like many children before her who shared my huge, king-sized bed. Obediently she opened her legs wider as I explored her secret places, my hands smoothing over her fresh little pussy mound, searching the moist, pink depths of her tiny fuck-hole with a fingertip and finally, inserting my middle finger deep into her vagina.
The familiar snug warmth of a child’s tight sex was like a drug high to a guy like me. It’s an amazingly erotic thing to experience, finger fucking a little third grader. Melody’s little cunt was even tighter than many other kids I’ve been with, inspiring my cock to nearly explode as the tip accidentally touched her bare thigh.
A child’s vagina resists every intrusion and this little girl’s pussy was as stubborn as I had ever seen. With gentle patience I tried to push deeper in an attempt to get my whole finger inside of her but she complained that it hurt. A handy tube of Vaseline was nearby, left over from my previous exploits. After coating a finger and Melody’s tight little vagina with the slippery jell, my finger finally managed to impale her tiny hole, accidentally de-flowering the child and inciting a few cries and complaints that resulted in her sudden desire to go home.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I promise you’ll never have pain like that again and I’m gonna make you feel so nice, you’ll wanna stay for a while.” I apologized as I continued finger fucking her tiny vagina.
“How about some more wine?” I asked cheerfully as I kissed her cheek.
“OK, but I hafta go soon, or my mom will get really mad and ground me forever.” she commented with a slight slur, owing to the wine she had been consuming.
My darling sat up wearing a thin smile as I handed her another glass. Again she drank the stuff like it was Kool-Aid or a soft drink, then resumed her posture, lying with her slender legs opened once again, awaiting me to make her feel all tingly and warm between her thighs.
Suddenly an inspiration hit me. I poured a few drops of red wine on Melody’s smooth tummy. She giggled, loosening up the tense atmosphere in the room while my tongue got busy licking her fine skin, from her tummy down to her tasty vaginal slit.
The sound of “little girl giggles” always makes me intensely aroused and my little fuck-mate couldn’t stop squirming on my bed, or laughing while I continued to splash more wine all over her body. Red wine was everywhere, from her toes to her nose and all over the bed too.
Taking the child’s miniature sized toes into my mouth, I sucked every drop. Moving up her slender legs, lapping and licking her baby-soft skin, then I paused for a moment on her sweet thighs. And then finally, finally between her legs where the essence of her sex seemed to open up on command. With a watery mouth my hard tongue extended and commenced to violate and devour every droplet of secretions which her little preteen body produced from all this sexual stimulation.
The sounds of sexual satisfaction escaped the child’s thin lips when I buried my tongue as deep as possible into her tightness. More squirms, followed by violent thrusts of her hips pushed into my face as I continued. Then something occurred that I hadn’t witnessed very often from a child.
“OMI-GOD! OH-OH OMI” Melody repeated louder and louder until her back arched from the bed as she began convulsing from her first orgasm. Reaching under her body, her soft butt cheeks were soon in my hands as I pulled her crotch closer to my mouth. She cried out again with more groans and other signs of heightened sexual arousal and then in a quick “New York” minute, my throbbing hard cock was aiming for her little pussy lips.
Moans and sounds continued as I pushed into her tender young body, gently probing her vagina, spreading her labia and finally, “OH GOD” I was in. Her eyes suddenly widened as she felt the intrusion of an adult penis.
“Please don’t… Nooo’ I don’t…” Not another sound and she fell back on the bed. The serene look all over her young, smooth face soon changed as she began to fuck me back in rhythm, as if she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Her facial expressions contorted with her young body as she strained to suck me deeper into her tiny vagina, grunting, moaning, fucking my swollen dick as if she couldn’t get enough and then my balls answered the call of having sex with a child once again.
Endless, hot, thick ropes of cum exploded into Melody’s ravaged little pussy while we fucked each other into exhaustion. Finally my brain went numb as an intense orgasm flooded my body, wracking every bone and muscle with the rare pleasure that comes only from having sex with a child.
The firm opening of her immature cervix finally touched the tip of my shaft as I emptied the last drop of sperm into her vaginal tunnel. Then I couldn’t bring myself to stop fucking this beautiful little creature, even though my tired body was beginning to spasm, as painful nagging cramps in my legs almost made me fall on top of the little girl.
Fucking little kids is addictive. Even the most righteous would fall into sin after having sex with a child. Melody’s tight, little girl sized vagina gripped my cock as I tried to slowly pull out from her body. One of the most erotic sights you’ll ever see is when you look down at your penis impaled inside of a child’s fuck-hole. That’s what I was doing as I continued to withdraw. But her pussy felt too damn nice to leave and I wasn’t done with her yet.
Her tiny legs wrapped around my body as I resumed fucking, pulling her into me while I gripped her butt once again. And then to my amazement, even though her little pussy had to be sore by now, Melody began fucking me back, gyrating her hips and pressing her groin into mine until more moans and groans echoed through the bedroom as she had her second climax. Suddenly my balls shot another load into the child, filling her hole with more hot semen and finally leaking all over her butt and the bed sheets.
This little girl was the Best Fuck Yet in my book so I made a smart decision to get her home right away, so she could one day in the future share my bed again. Fucking her little brains out would surely make her want more. Maybe she’d become a regular little sex toy and I wouldn’t have to risk acquiring new little girls, which might send me to jail someday.
After a hot shower, I rode with Melody to her home, only a few miles from where I lived. The cabbie strained to watch in the rear view mirror as the child kissed me on the lips while my hand went under her dress for a feel between her smooth, delicate thighs. We embraced for a minute while I slipped a finger into her warm little pussy. Then she whispered in my ear. “My phone number is 345-6777 and you can call me after school sometime. Tell my mom that you’re from my school and you wanna tell me something …OK?”
The cabbie just stared in wonder as the little third grader scampered into her house, turning for a brief moment to throw me a kiss and then finally disappearing out of sight.
He turned to face me with a smirk as he said, “You dirty old bastard”.
To which I replied, “No. I’m a Sneaky old bastard.”
Another Third Grader In My Bed
“Ahhhh what an adorable child,” I remember thinking out loud as I stood just across the street from the Paramount Elementary School that balmy, overcast day.