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By Nemesis
Little girl at the bus stop (chapter two)
All the rest of that day, I couldn’t get Claire off my mind. That’s one of the sometimes annoying aspects of being into the beautiful creatures known as little girls.
They get stuck in your head.
I was sitting in my living room chair, watching a podcast, thinking of Claire today, and also thinking of my niece Sarah. She’s 14, and as gorgeous as they come. Big dough eyes, curly hair, gorgeous ass, and budding tits. She always wears the most provocative things too. Like fishnets, belly shirts…
I had eyes for her when she was maybe 8.
I thought of Claire again. I estimated her to be around 11.
I could hear my wife watching a true crime thing in the other room. I left the podcast playing on low volume and starting surfing some porn on my phone.
I’m too stupid to figure out how to see the good stuff, but I settle on some good mom, son porn. Always a favorite. Not that I ever had anything for my mom in real life. I’ve always been more into the fantasy of catching my wife with our son (12).
I’m betting they will come up later in some other stories. I kinda jerked him off once… back to Claire though for now.
She could be my first little girl. I’ve been fighting this urge my whole fucking life.
I’ve been checking out my 14 year old niece Sarah, and her younger sister our son was fond of; Lizzy (11, like my kid).
Sarah and Lizzy (while being a huge part of my fantasy life) have always kinda been off limits, being family. Granted, my wife’s family.
I feel like it’s easier to get caught with family. Also (a little more on that curse I mentioned) having never been someone who is comfortable talking to women on any level, my autism repels them or something. That or the Lord is protecting me from temptation. I’m so serious, but I’m getting ready to pursue this one.
I’m getting back to that bus stop tomorrow.
***
Next day, it’s pretty nice out, and Claire was already at the bus stop. She looked great in her trademark all black, but skin tight clothes, and little pink slides, showing off her black toe nails. I shuddered at the sexiness.
“Nice slides,” I said.
I stopped a couple paces away from her, and her eyes traveled up to mine, and her hand went to her hair, playing with it.
“Thanks,” she said, and seemed to blush a little.
I could feel literal heat at the base of my spine. I don’t know if if it’s some weird yoga Chakra energy or what, but little girls ignite that in me so hard.
She smiled, cutely, seeming satisfied. Very mature look actually, it actually made me think of a face my wife made.
She pointed over at a little wooded area where two kids were making out.
I mean, they were really going at it.
I would have been turned on if I wasn’t so caught off guard.
“She is trying to see her boyfriend without her mom knowing.”
I glanced again, and saw a black boy who looked to be around 12 shoving his tongue down this little girls throat, but she didn’t seem to mind. I recognized her as the girl who usually hung around the bus stop with Claire. She looked about Claire’s age.
“Well,” I said, trying unsuccessfully not to stare, “as long as they are being careful.”
I felt old saying that, but Claire breezed over it, and asked me about my kid, who was in her grade.
As we had more small talk, I kept watching the kids making out.
I was probably the hardest I’ve been in my life, I mean they were getting it for such young kids.
He had her sitting on this big rock the kids all climbed on, grinding between her legs, and sucking on her tongue. One of his hands was up her shirt, and the other was literally in her jeans. He was fingering this girl.
I looked back at Claire, who was giving me a sexy smirk.
“Do you like that?” She asked.
I melted. I couldn’t lie at this point. I didn’t have it in me to turn this scenario down.
“They look like they have had a little practice…” I said.
I stepped forward while holding her gaze. I looked around. Our surroundings were gloriously devoid of other people. Everyone was at work at this hour.
I was bold and grabbed her hand. It was so soft.
“I keep lookout sometimes, ” she said, grinning. They like to make each other feel good. It seems cool, but sort of grown up. You told me I was beautiful though.”
She looked down, and frowned a little a little, which kinda broke my heart.
“Claire,”I said, smiling and lifting her chin my my fingers. “You are gorgeous, don’t ever doubt that.”
I looked around one more time to make sure the coast was still clear.
We were here super early, so we had a bit to do whatever.
I put a hand on Claire’s shoulder, and winked at her. “It’s only fair that they keep lookout for you sometimes too.”
She grinned and hugged me. I felt my dick press against her when she squeezed me.
“Hey Emily,” Claire said, walking over to the girl getting finger fucked.
The girl looked over.
“It’s your turn to keep lookout for me.”
The black boy pulled his hands out of her jeans and shirt when he saw me.
I put my hands up and smiled. “Hey buddy, I don’t hate the game.” And fist bumped him.
He grinned, and looked over at Claire. “Alright yall do your thing.” He said. “I gotta get back before my momma misses me.”
He kissed the little girl one more time, and ran off.
Before I could figure out a plan, Claire’s little hand grabbed mine, and pulled me behind the bushes area.
She pushed me to sit on the ground with my back against a tree.
She straddled me, and started dry humping like a pro. She had to have done this!
I grabbed behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.
Our lips met, and her tongue darted in my mouth. This was so fucking hot, my cocktail was leaking like a fountain.
I reflexively grabbed her hips and pulled them into me. The seam of her jeans her grinding on my 8 inch meat through my sweatpants. That, and her tongue in my mouth was enough for me to explode.
I shot so hard in my pants, so many times… I pulled her into me hard, caressing every bit of her I could get to.
She was kissing me like she was in heat. I no longer cared about the possibility of being caught.
It was her turn to get off.
Before I knew it, her jeans were off, I was on my back, and she was sitting my face.
This is how I needed her cum.
I’m big into eating pussy. It’s not uncommon for me to almost drown from my wife squirting.
Even though this girl was around 11, she was no exception…
Her juices were plentiful, and sweet. She moaned pretty loud, and drowned me in cum. I swallowed every bit.
After she came a couple times, we started to chill out, and she started looking for her jeans.
“We should do this more,” I said, wiping pussy juice into my beard.
Claire smiled and pulled her pants up.
“What if I sneak out tonight?” She said.
I looked over this beautiful kid again in awe, thanking God someone else showed her the ropes so my autistic ass didn’t have to.
“What’s your snapchat?” I asked, grinning.
***
Hope that was alright. Second story ever tried. Thanks for comments on last one. I love the dirty comments, so keep those Cumming please 😉
Looking forward to writing more on here and exploring this part of me and not suppressing it so much. Thanks for reading!
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