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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Wednesday, September 05, 2012

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: aquarium.txt
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story_codes: M/g(9), first, cons

story_intro: Young Meg has a fascination for fish. Nate, a fish store owner, has a fascination for little girls. Eventually, the fish aren't the only wet things in his store.

story_language: English




Aquarium Tail

Written by madvlad


	The chime sounded as the store's front door opened.

	"Hello, Mr. Brewster!" a young voice called.

	Nate Brewster smiled and waved as he looked up from a large fish tank whose filter he had just replaced.

	"Hello, Meg," the middle aged man replied. "The gang is waiting for you."

	A girlish giggle floated from the front of the store as Meg came to the back where many large fresh and salt water aquariums displayed many of the store's finned denizens. Nate's pulse quickened when the nine year-old approached.

	Meg attended a private school and always passed Nate's fish store after she got off of the bus. She loved the fish and had a small freshwater tank in her bedroom. One day, she had told Nate, she would have a huge saltwater tank. But for now, she was content to visit and Nate always allowed her as much time as she wanted.

	In accordance with the school's uniform policy, her attire was the same every day, much to Nate's delight. Meg was dressed in a white blouse and a red plaid skirt that ended just above her knees. Her white knee socks left a little leg flesh bare when she was standing.

	But when she squatted or bent over to look at the lower tanks her dress hiked up, exposing her slender but nicely shaped thighs. Nate fantasized how her smooth limbs would feel under his hands as she begged him to take her. But he kept his hands to himself, enjoying the view as the girl's hazel-eyed attention was on the fish. Occasionally, she would turn suddenly, making the skirt whip about and favor Nate with a glimpse of her white cotton panties. 

	He didn't know if the panty color was also school part of school regulations. But the girls were free to style their hair as they pleased as long as it met conventional standards. Today, as she often did, Meg wore her light brown hair in long ponytails that swished below her shoulders.

	Both Nate and Meg were the quiet type and they genuinely enjoyed their little talks while she was in the shop, despite their age difference. When Meg arrived, it was usually a dead time in the store so they often went uninterrupted until Meg would leave.

	Lately, the conversations had centered on Alice, Meg's fifteen year-old sister whom she adored and admired. Alice now had a boyfriend, a concept that seemed very romantic to Meg who had little experience even being around boys since she had always attended an all-girls school. 

	When Alice had begun high school, she had asked her parents to let her attend a public school. They were reluctant but finally relented and Alice got her wish at the start of her sophomore year. Shortly into the school year, Alice began bringing Todd, her boyfriend over to the house after school. They would make out in the basement or Alice's room but Todd would be gone before either of the girls' parents got home. 

	Intensely curious, Meg spied on them and would tell Nate all about what she saw. At first, Meg shyly hinted about a few things, but as time went on she became much bolder in revealing her findings to Nate. At night, Nate would masturbate while fantasizing that he was doing to Meg what she had seen being done to Alice.

	Two weeks ago, Meg had bemoaned that she would probably be very old - in her twenties - before she could ever kiss a boy. In a leap of faith and lust, Nate had volunteered to kiss her. Meg was taken aback, blushing fiercely. Nate was afraid she'd bolt from the store, but instead she shyly asked him to help her if she wasn't doing it right.

	Squeezing her eyes shut, she puckered her lips, feeling a slight electrical tingle when Nate chastely kissed her on the mouth.

	"That was fun!" she announced. "But sometimes they do it for a long time."

	And so Nate and Meg would kiss behind some aquariums, out of sight from any customer who might come in unexpectedly. It never went beyond that for several days. Meg would stand still while Nate leaned down. Nate was tempted to explore her with his tongue, but he simply kept his lips sealed against her and his mouth closed. It made Meg feel warm all over and a little light headed. It made Nate's prick as hard as a flag pole.

	Last week, the subject had involved some very odd kissing that Meg had witnessed.

	"It's like they were eating or something while they were kissing - the way their mouths moved," she explained.

	"That's called French kissing," Nate told her. "You also kiss using your tongue."

	Meg made a face and that was the end of it for the day. But the following afternoon, she asked Nate in a half-whisper if they could try "that French thing".

	Meg felt all fluttery in her belly as she learned all about the intimate touches of tongue against tongue. The more they did it each day, the more fluttery she felt. And the fluttering seemed to reach lower and lower inside her body, getting close to her private parts. After Meg described how Todd would rub and even squeeze Alice's breasts through the layers of her shirt and bra, Nate had begun to touch her, putting his hand on her shoulder and rubbing her back through her blouse, which she thought was wonderful. 

	Yesterday, she was even surprised to find that her nipples had hardened although his hands were never in front. She was too shy to mention that to Nate, but she had a new development to report on today.

	"Todd unbuttoned her shirt and he..." 

	Meg paused to take a deep breath. 

	"And then he put his hand in her bra and felt her like that!" she finished in a rush.

	"Did Alice like it?" Nate asked as he hoped Meg wouldn't notice the hardening lump in his pants.

	"Oh yeah, she was making all kinds of noises. And when he couldn't get his hand in there at first, she unhooked her bra for him."

	Nate noticed the little girl squeezing her thighs together as she spoke and wondered if she wasn't getting aroused, also.

	"Do you want me to do that to you?" he asked.

	Meg looked down at her front and tugged her blouse over the featureless terrain of her nine year-old chest.

	"I don't have anything there and I don't wear a bra," she admitted, sorry to disappoint her special adult friend.

	"You have enough to feel good, I promise."

	Meg blushed as the memory of her erect nipples from yesterday surfaced. She felt a flutter between her legs and nodded her agreement.

	"But I want to French kiss first!" she blurted.

	Nate was happy to oblige. This time he knelt in front of Meg so that their faces were at the same height. As their tongues slithered in each other's mouths, Nate pressed one hand against the front of Meg's thin blouse. She did not have the nerve to unbutton it, leaving that to Nate, who quickly had one hand soaking the warmth from the child's bare skin.

	Meg could feel her nipples harden and was worried what Nate would think when he found them like that. But Nate was very delighted, twiddling the tiny nuggets until they were stiff enough to ache in a very pleasant way. Meg seemed to surrender her body to Nate, letting his tongue deeply into her mouth with only token resistance from her own while he molested her undeveloped chest. 

	For Meg, the fluttering down below became more intense. When she left the store a little later, she was startled when a light breeze drifted beneath her skirt, producing a chill in a small spot where her panties had become mysteriously damp.

	"I saw Todd do something that you might think is weird," Meg nervously told Nate the following day.

	"I don't know - I like to think I'm open-minded," the horny store owner replied.

	"Well, yesterday, he had Alice's short and bra off and he..." Meg leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially. "He kissed her boobs."

	"That is the next step," Nate said with a nod.

	"Can you...even if I don't have...?" Meg mumbled as she drew her hands over her bumpless torso. 

	"You seemed to like what I did yesterday," Nate countered with a good natured grin.

	Meg squeezed her thighs together as they stood in the back behind the aquariums. Nate kissed her and took his time, caressing Meg through her shirt before unbuttoning it. Breaking the kiss, Nate slowly pulled the blouse from the little girl's shoulders and letting it crumple to her waist where it was still tucked into her skirt. 

	By reflex, Meg started to cover herself with her hands, but Nate carefully took her by the wrists and pulled her hands down. The nine year-old's bare chest was punctuated by two nipples that were stiff with arousal, protruding by as much as one eighth of an inch on all of their pre-pubertal glory.  Holding Meg by the waist, Nate leaned forward and flicked one of the stiff nubbins with his tongue. 

	The brief contact of Nate's wet tongue with her nipple made Meg weak at the knees. While she was absorbed with the touch of Nate's mouth as he now sucked on her chest, the fourth grader became acutely aware of the growing moisture in her crotch.

	As Nate knelt before the half-naked girl, tasting her nipples, he slid his hands around to her back and slowly lowered them until they reached her skirt. Nate kept moving his hands until each one held a springy ass cheek. He squeezed them repeatedly as his oral attentions to Meg's flat chest became more insistent. She wrapped her arms around the man's head, dizzy from all of the supposedly forbidden touches he was committing upon her fresh young body.

	The door chime sounded and Nate rocked back as he let go of Meg. Her eyes were wide in panic as she struggled to pull her blouse up again. Nate stood up and pulled at his pants, hoping to lessen the chance of someone spying his erection. He almost appeared to be limping as he walked from behind the aquariums and greeted his customer. As they spoke, a fully dressed, red-faced Meg hurried by, offering Nate a quick smile before she left the store. Once outside, Meg paused, trying to calm herself. After resuming her walk, another subtle breeze drifted under her skirt. This time, she could tell her panties were completely soaked and could feel the coolness on her inner thighs as well.

	Meg had a surprise for Nate the next day, but had to suffer through school, which she usually enjoyed. Every clock in the building seemed to be running excruciatingly slow before she was finally released in the afternoon. Even the bus ride was slow - Meg could have sworn the driver was going backward.

	But at last, they reached her stop and she quickly made her way to the store. After she bounded inside, Nate held up a little sign with a clock on it. Attaching it to the front door by its suction cup, he set the hands to show when he would be back. Then he locked the door and went with Meg to the back so that no one could see them from outside. Before they kissed, Meg stopped Nate, blushing as she sketched a circle on the floor with the toe of one shoe and spoke.

	"I did something...I hope you like it."

	"What is it?"

	Meg's blush deepened. Instead of answering, she leaned forward and kissed Nate. Soon, their tongues were locked together while Nate's hands cupped Meg's ass. Encouraged by Meg's enthusiasm, Nate slipped his hands under her skirt and massaged her bouncy young buttocks through only the thin cotton shield of her panties.

	Meg's heart was pounding as she felt Nate's hands much closer to her skin. He still hadn't found her surprise, but she could feel her crotch getting mysteriously wet again and was afraid he'd find that unintentional surprise. But then Nate moved his hands from beneath her skirt and moved to the front of her blouse.

	This time, Nate unbuttoned it completely and pulled it from her skirt as he spread it apart. He paused, dumbstruck and looked up at Meg's face. She was blushing fiercely now and smiled hopefully at him.

	"It was Alice's. I found it in a box of her old clothes in the basement. Is it okay?"

	Meg wore a white training bra across her undeveloped chest. The garment was small enough as it was, but it was still a little loose on Meg's slender frame. Chuckling, Nate put his fingers under the bottom of the flat, triangular "cups" and pushed them up. Meg sighed as he manipulated her nipples.

	Nate bowed forward and caught a small pink disc of flesh in his mouth as he returned his hands to Meg's rump, flipping her skirt up as he clutched her firm globes through her panties. Meg was making little high-pitched keening sounds as she was fondled and sucked. Nate decided to take a bold move and moved one hand to the front of girl's panties, shocked and thrilled to find the fabric dripping with her childish cunny fluids.

	"I'm sorry," Meg whined. "I don't know why that happens."

	Nate pushed in with his fingers, making the cotton squish wetly as he felt the cleft in her ripe young mound.

	"There's nothing wrong," he rasped. "This just means that your body wants something more."

	"Oh," she replied, not quite understanding, but relieved that Nate wasn't repulsed.

	"I think it's time we move ahead of Alice and Todd," he said, throwing aside all restraint.

	"Okay," Meg replied breathlessly.

	Nate abruptly tugged her panties down. Meg was trembling but lifted one foot to step out of the soaked garment. Nate stood straight and picked Meg up in his arms, her panties dangling from the other ankle. As Nate tugged at her legs, Meg wrapped them around his waist.

	Starting at the back of her knees, Nate slowly slid his hands along her thighs, relishing every inch of the silky skin. He didn't stop as he reached her skirt, moving under it. Her flesh was completely firm where her thighs transitioned to her hips. Nate slid his hands underneath and now held the little girl's bare bottom in his hands. 

	As he rubbed and caressed her, he extended his pinkies down catching quick feels of the damp flesh between Meg's butt and her cunny. He also pulled her close, moving her up and down. Meg's skirt bunched to her waist in the front and she could feel Nate's hardness in his pants against her naked pussy. The flutters became sparks as her cuntlet became agitated through direct contact.

	Nate moved over to the worktable where several fish tanks were arranged in a U around the edges. He sat Meg down and kissed her while he placed his hand between her legs. Her hairless mound felt feverish through the sopping layer of her lubrication. 

	He squeezed and probed her, sliding a forefinger into her tiny slit and rubbing her. Digging into her entrance, he tested her cherry, knowing she'd soon have something else touching it before it was gone. But first, he moved his finger up, finding her clitoris and pinching it lightly between his finger and thumb. He added his middle finger, probing her hymen while he manipulated her clit.

	Meg's slim thighs slammed around his hand and she heaved a huge breath. Nate felt her quivering as he induced her first orgasm. When the waves passed, he lowered her back onto the table. Unbuttoning his pants, he dropped them and swished his erect prick over the child's cunt, wetting it with her copious dew. Meg's eyes widened as she saw his member. A friend of hers at school had once shown her pictures and they laughed furiously. Now this thing was no laughing matter, but something she knew was going to be something momentous. 

	She wasn't sure that was, but began to understand as Nate pushed his prick head between the bald, well-oiled lips of her prepubescent mound. She felt herself stretching deeper inside as he moved in, but then she felt a tug in her flesh as something was stopping him.

	She was a little frightened, but knew that Nate wouldn't do anything to hurt her. But his next words made her even more nervous.

	"Meg, I'm going to make you into a little woman now. It will hurt when I go in next, but it will quickly pass. Alright?"

	Meg whined some sort of wordless acknowledgement and Nate took hold of her hips. He bucked forward, seeming to hang still for an instant before the little girl's maidenhead broke. Meg yipped at the brief flash of pain and Nate paused. Meg felt the pain pass and could tell the big thing had moved deeper inside of her. Nate stroked her cheek and she smiled weakly and nodded.

	Nate pushed in more, making Meg's little pussy squelch loudly as more juices were squeezed out. The nine year-old's sex blossomed around his cock, accepting it wetly inside her virgin place. The tightness of her tiny channel tried to trap him, pounding Nate's cock with her pulsing heat.

	Nate moved more quickly, thrusting in and out of Meg's slippery young hole. He gazed at his fantasy come to life, noting how erotic she looked without being naked. In fact, her skewed clothing made her look even hotter. The freshly deflowered fourth grader laid on the table with her blouse open and little training bra pushed up to expose her titless chest. And then there was her skirt - hiked up to show her hairless cunny getting stuffed with his pounding cock. Her rounded labia were spread, dripping with nectar tinged with pinkness from her ruptured hymen.

	Meg panted as she felt herself pressed in and apart deep in her sex by the hard, hot shaft that rubbed her sensitive tissues with a maddening friction despite the slickness inside. As she looked around her at the tanks surrounding her, it seemed as if every fish was staring at her as she experienced this incredible event. In her childish imagination, the fish wanted to see all of her nakedness and the things she was doing. The salacious thought stirred her already aroused body and she came again.

	Nate groaned as he felt the little girl's pussy convulse around his prick. Pounding harder into her steamy cunt, he followed her climax with his own, slamming surge after surge of hot semen into the nine year-old's body.

	They both remained still with Meg lying on the table with Nate's penis still in her cunny. Then his watch beeped and he reluctantly pulled out of her. He didn't want the store to remain closed for too long so as not to arouse suspicion. Taking a few of the cleaning cloths he kept in the work area, he helped Meg clean her sex-spattered pussy. After wiping himself off, he pulled his pants up.

	Meg giggled at the wet stains she had left on his pants crotch from when they were rubbing before. Smiling ruefully, Nate put on a smock he wore when cleaning the tanks and covered the incriminating spot. After Meg got dressed, he escorted her to the door. Having just been initiated into full-fledged sex, the youngster was feeling a bit cocky.

	"Alice has some pretty naughty panties our parents don't know about. I could wear those tomorrow, but they're too big and I'm afraid they'd fall off."

	"Yeah, don't bother - they wouldn't stay on for very long in here anyway."

	Meg giggled, her laughter tinkling as she left the store and walked into the sunshine, looking for all the world just like any other little girl despite the manly fluids remaining trapped inside her sex. Nate blew out a long, satisfied breath and went to stock a new display.

	Later that afternoon, a middle aged woman came into the shop and wandered toward the back before calling to Nate. She was standing by the table where Nate had taken Meg and was pointing to one of the tanks.

	"I'm thinking of adding some females to my aquarium that is just like this one," the woman explained. "But please tell me; is this kind conducive to a breeding environment?"

	Nate spied a puddle on the table left over from his coupling with Meg. Casually, he moved a cleaning rag over it before the woman could notice.

	"Oh yes," he replied. "In fact, I couldn't recommend a better one."



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