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story_codes: M/g(8) Man/young girl, strangers on a bench

story_intro: When a man taking a stroll through a park spies a little girl sitting by herself, he plants himself next to her to ogle her. This leads to light brushes of contact that eventually brings his hand up her skirt to find the cotton-clad little mound that demands to be molested. Then the action starts to get wet and lewd.


story_language: English





Getting Directions, Story 18

Written by madvlad


	Tim whistled as he walked along a path in a seldom-used part of the park. As he meandered along, part of an overgrown shrub brushed against the pant leg of his suit. Grunting in annoyance, he didn't break stride but wondered, not for the first time, why his tax money couldn't be used for simple things like a little grounds keeping.

	Then as he turned a corner, his thoughts promptly shifted from the flora to a bit of fauna.

	She was sitting by herself on the green park bench. The bench looked vibrantly green as if it had been maintained while the bushes and such had been allowed to go a little wild. But in truth, the bench was made from recycled plastic and wouldn't lose its color for a long time, if ever.

	The girl's t-shirt, on the other hand, was a bit faded from many washings before it had been purchased for her at a second-hand store. Her red skirt was more colorful but she was outgrowing it as it rode rather high on her. Sitting as she was, much of her small, tanned thighs were on display.

	Tim approached the bench but the girl never greeted him. Of course, she knew she was not supposed to talk to strangers. He guessed her age to be about seven or eight which meant she knew about avoiding conversations with strange men. But the lack of discussion about the weather or whatever did not discourage him from sitting next to her; so close that his trousered leg was making contact with her mostly bare one.

	If her clothing had seem some wear, the girl's hair was neatly done. Pulled tightly over her scalp from a part running along the middle of her head from front to back, it was arranged in two long braids on either side.  Tim dropped on hand on his leg - the one next to the girl - in a seemingly careless manner. 

	The mid-morning was quiet with the early morning joggers gone and the lunch time brown baggers yet to arrive. Letting his fingers dance against his leg, Tim ventured sideways and managed a few brushes against the child's exposed limb with his pinky finger. Remembering her lessons, or perhaps a bit shy in the company of a strange man, the girl did nothing.

	Showing more boldness, Tim skittered his fingers more to the side, now tapping two and three digits over the leg. When she remained still, Tim stopped his fingers and let his hand settle over her knee. Aside from the remaining beads of a scab from some weeks-old scrape, her skin there was unblemished. 

	Watching her face for reaction, all Tim saw was her gray eyes dart to his hand before she resumed her intent study of the ground beneath her. After giving her knee a squeeze, Tim slid his hand up to mid-thigh, feeling the firmness of muscle on to top of her leg while the fingers draped over to the inner portion registered softer flesh.

	He kept sliding his hand back and forth, enjoying the smoothness of the grade-schooler's limb. After a few minutes, he edged his hand further up, slipping under the hem of her skirt. The girl shifted her weight on the bench but did not try any larger movements like moving away from him.

	On the next upward pass, Tim's hand went completely under the thin cloth, finding more of the pliant inner thigh flesh the farther he went up. How his hand stayed under there, allowing his fingers to intentionally stray to the cotton panties bunched between her legs. With careful strokes, he smoothed out the material, pressing it over the childishly round swell of her mons. When he probed into her slit, pushing the thin cloth between the chubby labia, the girl finally made a sound.

	"Uh," she grunted in a cock-hardening, high voice.

	Tim didn't say anything in reply, only working his fingers more forcefully against the panty-clad little snatch. The eight year-old was frozen where she sat, getting openly molested by the man while the sun lit everything around them brightly. 

	It was inevitable that the last veil that protected her modesty would fall. Tim's fingers slid into the waistband of the small panties and encountered the gloriously bald twatlet of the child. Manipulating the plump genitalia, he squeezed the mound and diddled into her cleft. The girl's clit was pinched and rubbed between Tim's thumb and forefinger until she shivered. Then Tim pushed deeper with one digit, finding no barrier to stop him.

	Where her hymen had once been was now a drooling channel, snug around his finger and reacting to the forced attentions on her young sex. She was going nowhere now, he knew. Taking advantage of her state, he plunged his finger into the soft clutch of her pussy which enveloped his digit like a sopping oven. 

	Now Tim got a better sample of her voice when she let out a long, trembling moan. His finger was fucking her with unrestrained movements, making lubricious noises as he plumbed her hairless hole. She might get louder and Tim had a solution.

	The girl felt his hand on her head, pulling it toward his lap where she saw that his fly was already unzipped and his erection stood ready for action.

	"Open your mouth and suck it," he urgently whispered. 

	With a grown man's hand in her panties and a finger digging away at her dainty quim, the little girl opened her mouth to receive his cock. Grasping her by the braids, Tim shoved her face down onto his meat and then pulled her up until just the head was between her lips. The little girl understood and began sucking the turgid prick while her head was plunged and yanked on it. Adding twisting movements to the finger raping her miniature twat, Tim made her squirm while she gobbled his meat.

	Making sloppy, mumbling sounds with her cock-filled mouth, the girl shuddered as her forced climax exploded. She responded with lewd instinct, smoothly rasping his prick with her tongue while she pulled on him desperately with her mouth. Her violated cunt pulsed around his finger and soon she was working to swallow the wads of semen pumping into her mouth. 

	"Take this off," Tim breathlessly ordered as he tugged at her panties.

	As the girl pushed them down to her knees, Tim flipped up her skirt to expose her crotch. She pulled one lower leg from one leg band and let the undies, white with multi-colored polka dots, slide down to a crumple around one ankle. Tim shifted his hand to see the smooth, milk-white vulva before spreading the lips to let the sun into the glistening pink lining inside. For a moment, he left her exposed before the summer heavens before plugging her fleshy socket with his finger so he could grind inside her.

	Carnally abusing an elementary school-aged girl did wonders for Tim's penile recuperation and when he was stiffened to fullness, he pried his finger loose. The girl did not resist when he had her get on her knees on the bench, facing backward and bracing herself over the back rest. With hands gripping her waist, he poked his hard-on between the smooth little thighs. His aim was a bit low but the fluids from her snatch were running down her legs and created wet, fleshy surfaces to caress his meat during the errant push.

	The next attempt had the tip of his prick mashing against the hairless twat. The small mound of girl meat surrendered to him, letting him freely reach her inner lips. Now he pushed through slowly, making the girl pant as she was stretched open to become a fuck toy. As the cock filled her prepubescent cunt, the pressure inside built as her tubing pressed outward. Letting out a loud exhalation, she felt him take the full measure of her underage twat.

	Using steady strokes, Tim worked his prick inside the clutch of the childish pussy that wrapped his member in flesh like oiled silk. Her skirt was flipped over back, baring her lower body as the pedo copulation was fully exposed in the bright morning. The carnal action made her small ass cheeks jiggle as she was used. With every thrust, more of her fluids leaked out, coating her hairless mound before dribbling down her thighs. 

	The hard cock grinding against the tight pussy lining made both the man and girl pant. Gripping the bench back as if it were a life preserver, the little girl took the adult action in her immature snatch. With an animalistic sound, the man exploded inside her, drenching the eight year-old's sex organs with a thick helping of hot jism.

	"Ahhhhh....your so damned good, Lindsay," Tim sighed as he leaned over after the last of his semen was ejaculated. "I'm glad you were on the hill today."

	"Thank you, Mr. Jones," Lindsay replied as the man's dick popped free of her leaking, rubbery little cunt.

	Tim wondered how many times a "Mr. Jones" or a "Mr. Smith" had cum inside of Lindsay's compact young body. Not to mention that there may have been a Mrs. Jones or Smith. Just as he had left the hill with Lindsay a couple of hours ago, a blonde woman in a pink Cadillac had raced past them, heading in the direction of the trailer park.

	Using napkins Tim had put in his jacket pocket, the pair gave themselves a cursory cleaning. Lindsay took a little longer considering the load she had taken inside and Tim looked around the small park area. It was supposed to be the start of a river front park a couple of years ago but after this part was built as a demonstration of what was to come, the funding was a cut. 

	The money plug was pulled after the local school district somehow "lost" nearly eight million dollars it had in the bank. No culprits were ever found and no officials were ever held responsible for their negligence (assuming it wasn't deliberate theft, which it likely was). When funds had to be diverted to the schools, the park was the first to be put on the chopping block.

	Like many other taxpayers, Tim was incensed by the "loss" of the school money. But at least he was getting some return since this remote, unused place gave him the perfect setting for his Lolita fantasies.

	When they got back into his car, Tim noticed that Lindsay was working her mouth as if to get the residual taste of his cum out of there. Reaching over to the glove compartment, he pulled out a bag of hard peppermint candies and offered her some.

	"I guess I should have said this at the beginning," he said with a grin. "But would you like some candy, little girl?"


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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