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Filename: kaylame2.txt
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story_codes: M/g(6), oral, first, cons

story_intro: Kayla's adventures as a molestation recipient continue, culminating with an encounter with a man who wants to do more than just touch her between the legs.


story_language: English





Kayla Meets the Nicest Men, part 2

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: The girl named Tia briefly mentioned here is the same one featured in the unrelated story, "Dani Does Hard Time, Part 3".


	"Mmm....mmmhh....mmm"

	Inside the locked office, the girl made these muffled noises as she slid her mouth back and forth on the man's hard dick, her tongue wetly tickling the meat as she moved. Her shorts and panties were pulled down to mid-thigh and her hairless cunt was damp from the man's earlier investigation of her six year-old sex. Tasting the bead of precum that oozed from the tip of the man's penis, Kayla prepared for the inevitable burst that would soon follow. 

	In the month since she first encountered her first child molester while her mother was trying some dresses on, the little girl had become quite adept at spotting the men who eyed her in a certain way, undressing her and taking her with their eyes. Her mother, Jane, frequently busied herself in private for exclusive fittings or consultations of high priced products and services and left her daughter alone with the admonition not to wander off or some child molester would get her.

	Kayla had been curious as to what that meant and finally encountered one who taught the girl what pleasures awaited between her legs. Since then, she actively sought out these kinds of men on an almost daily basis while her mother was occupied with other things. More often than not, she found them. There had been one man she had avoided as he certainly desired her but something in his look hinted of something darker.

	Today was the third time one of her men had wanted her to put his penis in her mouth. Since several men had put their mouths on her pussy, she felt proud that she could bring a grown man off with her little mouth. When today's man came, she steadily gulped his semen down. While she didn't think much of the taste (although she was getting used to it), she knew that child molesters liked it when she swallowed their stuff.

	His balls well-drained into the six year-old's tummy, the man zipped up. Kayla looked at the clock and then up to his face.

	"Mommy won't be ready to go for another twenty minutes," she informed him. "Could you rub my kitty some more? Please?"

	Thoughtful chap that he was, the man was happy to oblige.

	"We're going to the club today," Jane told her daughter the next day. 

	"Will we be at the pool?" Kayla asked excitedly.

	"Yes," Jane sighed. "And please don't disturb me while I'm having lunch with my friends."

	"I won't," Kayla promised.

	Kayla had already learned not to holler for her mother to watch her dive (or leap into the pool with as large a splash as her small body could muster). She really didn't understand why her mother and her friends sat around a table in the shade an umbrella just talking when the pool had so many neat things like slides and other stuff. But she understood that Mommy seemed to prefer less fun things and got irritated if Kayla wanted to show her something fun.

	"Just play in the pool or go into the children's room in the clubhouse while I'm busy," Jane continued. "It should be safe enough."

	By that, Kayla inferred, her mother meant there were no child molesters out to get her. That was really a shame, but she did wonder...

	George Bridges winced as he heard Jane's laughter at the table. As usual, the harridan was cackling with some of the other prima bitches of the club. When she and her husband divorced, at least the man, who George thought was a pretty okay guy, was able move out of state. When George and his wife had divorced, he had business concerns that kept him in town. He was also president of the country club but would have sacrificed that position if it had been the only thing holding him here.

	Of course Vanessa, his ex-wife, had stubbornly retained her country club membership as a way to torment her husband. He knew she gossiped about him and, in particular, about his lack of endowment in the male apparatus category. As if he could do anything about it. But on more than one occasion, she had mentioned his "needle dick" to friends while he was in earshot. 

	Vanessa wasn't with the bitch clique today, but he clearly heard Jane make a remark about "Vanessa was tired of getting needled" as he walked past the table. His ears burned at the laughter that followed, but he maintained his stride so as not to show the barb had stung. 

	Nodding to a couple of employees, George went into the office the club had for its president. The room had several tinted windows that allowed him to look out at the pool area and, to another side, the more distant first tee of the golf course. Staring out at the pool, he ignored Jane's table and focused on the children playing in and around the pool.

	As much as he couldn't stand Jane, he was glad she usually brought her daughter, Kayla. She was a sweet, outgoing girl who so far seemed impervious to inheriting Jane's bitchiness. And she was a damn good looking morsel to admire, too.

	One huge benefit of George's divorce is that it had allowed him to openly look at his digital collection of girl photos, videos, and stories without the fear of Vanessa finding them. During the divorce, she had acidly suggested he find an eight year-old to shack up with because his prick was more child-sized anyway. 

	George wouldn't have minded that one bit, had it not been for legal implications. Before their daughters went to college, George had never made even one attempt to spy on them or do anything else that might be inappropriate. But in his bachelor freedom, he had devoted more time to his favorite predilection. 

	There was one city he sometimes traveled to on business that had an exclusive brothel with both adults and underage girls working there. After several years of being vetted, he had been shown and allowed to sample the younger goods. The younger girls were still in their teens - the youngest he had being thirteen. She had started working when she was eleven, but that was before George had access to her. 

	There had been some kind of trouble and the brothel had relocated. But when he returned, he had been allowed to meet Tia. She was half Chinese (and George had paid several previous visits to her petite mother in the past) and was the same age as Kayla. George had been allowed to play with Tia's cunny but was not yet "cleared" to put his dick there. However, the kid could do things with her mouth that he doubted most porn stars could match.

	With his penis hard in his pants at the memories, he gazed at the pool, admiring the budding chest on a slim eleven year-old blonde whose bikini top was just beginning to get filled, when he spotted Kayla. She was wearing a red and orange one-piece suite that clung to her firm little body like a lover. It pulled the cheeks of her rump rightly together while displaying a little ass meat. In front, he could see the small swell of her crotch. Sometimes, the material rode up, better defining her soft cunny curves and getting into her slit to display the six year-old's camel toe. 

	As she jumped in and out of the pool, George had fantasies of taking her with him as he went to visit Tia. There, they could have a three-way with no restrictions, the two little girls intertwining their luscious, smooth bodies while pleasuring him as well. Then Kayla grabbed one of the club towels from a table and halfway dried herself off before scurrying to the club house. 

	By the way she was walking; he suspected that she had to pee badly. At least she was going to use the rest room instead of letting loose in the pool. George hated the idea of body fluids floating about in the expensively maintained pool water. 

	George eyed some of the other girls for a few minutes and then sighed as he turned away from the window. He had other, more mundane things to do that would deflate the modestly sized erection in his pants in short order. Opening the door to his office, he was surprised to find Kayla standing there in her swimsuit, holding the towel under one arm as if to give him an unimpeded close-up view of her body and the thin, clinging material that hugged it. 

	"Hi, Mr. Bridges," Kayla said cheerfully. "Can I come in your office?"

	"Uh, sure," George replied, forgetting whatever it was he was supposed to be doing as his eyes locked on the small, soft mass with the cleft in the middle bulging between her thighs.

	With a supreme effort, he forced his eyes back up to the girl's face as the door shut behind her.

	"Do you like my swimsuit, Mr. Bridges?" Kayla asked sweetly.

	"Well, sure. It's very pretty."

	"Do you like what's in my swimsuit?" she asked, both impish and innocent at the same time.

	"What!"

	"I've seen how you like to look at me," she explained. "You're a child molester, aren't you?"

	His pulse racing, George started for the door as if to usher her out but then stopped. He had no idea what to do next and he saw the public shame of this disclosure roll in his imagination, punctuated by the sharp laughter of Vanessa and Jane.

	"Kayla, that's a very serious thing to say," George said as he tried to gain control of this situation.

	Kayla looked at him, surprised and hurt.

	"But, Mr. Bridges," she protested sadly. "I like child molesters. But if you don't want to do anything with me, that's okay. I'll go. And I promise not to tell."

	"Wait a minute," George said as he tried to wrap his mind around this. "Are you saying that you've been molested and you liked it?"

	"Of course," Kayla replied, wondering why he would think she wouldn't like it. "I like it when they touch my kitty and stuff. I can even make them cum in my mouth if they want to."

	George opened his mouth a few times before he managed to get some words out.

	"They?" he rasped. "You mean there was more than one?"

	"Sure," she said. "I kind of know if they look at me like they wish I didn't have any clothes on. Do you want to molest me, too?"

	George quickly went back to the door and locked it. Then he knelt on one knee in front of Kayla and put his hands on her small shoulders. Even feeling her there put a charge in him.

	"Kayla, if we do this, no one can know. Especially your mother."

	"Oh no!" Kayla said, wide-eyed. "I would never tell her. Mommy doesn't like it when I do fun things."

	"Okay," he acknowledged. 

	Feeling as if he was taking a sudden plunge on a roller coaster, he slid the straps from Kayla's shoulders. The girl stood still as he rolled her swimsuit down. Her nipples were small and pale against the white skin that had remained hidden from the sun, as if they had been lightly dabbed on with a brush.

	When he had the suit rolled down to her waist, he slipped his fingers down the back and slid the entire thing down her legs, cupping her round little buttocks as he did so. The six year-old's bare pussy was soft and inviting, its milky skin unencumbered by not even a single hair to mar its flawlessness. Kayla stepped out of the suit which had fallen to her ankles, making her labia part slightly with each leg lift to give George a glimpse of her pink interior. When she looked down at her nude figure, she blushed.

	"This is the first time I've been all naked with a man," she confessed shyly. "I mostly just have my panties down."

	"You look fine," George said. "Even sexier than you were with that swimsuit on. Can I touch you?"

	"Uh huh," Kayla said.

	The child's bald cunny felt as smooth and dainty as it looked. Her chubby little mound was pliant beneath his fingers. As George got bolder, her nether lips easily opened for him. Clearly, Kayla was used to be touched there as she moved her pelvis to make sure he touched her the ways she liked. Rubbing her tiny clit, he had her breathing hard and felt her moistening as he diddled at her entrance.

	Kayla was now rocking her hips forward and back. George kept one finger poking in between her inner lips, touching her virgin membrane while he used his other digits to fondle her clit and mons. Kay's breathing quickened as her juices wetted his fingers. George pressed harder at the girl's immature sex and was rewarded when Kayla came with a series of quivers. 

	"Do you want me to suck you now?" she asked when it was over. "You can cum in my mouth - it's okay."

	George wondered how many six year-olds said such things. Having gone this far, he decided to press his luck.

	"What if I put my cock right here?" he asked, tapping her wet cunny.

	"But it's too big" Kayla said. "Some men told me I might get hurt if I do that."

	George stood and unzipped his pants, showing Kayla the thing that his ex-wife cruelly mocked. Kayla just smiled happily and grasped it in her hands.

	"It's just the right size," she cooed. "I think it is. It's smaller than the other ones I've seen. You sure are lucky."

	George grinned at her sincere compliment. Taking her towel, he laid it on his desk and then laid her on top of it so that the junction of her legs was at the edge.

	"Now when it goes in, it will sting a little at first," he said as he opened her legs.

	"That's called popping my cherry, right?"

	"That's right. Did those men tell you that?"

	"Yes. But it's just some skin - not a real cherry," she confided.

	"That's right. You are a smart girl."

	"Uh huh," Kayla agreed. "When I go back to school, I'm going to be in first grade!"

	She held up one finger to emphasize her lofty academic status. 

	"And you might be the only one in your class to have her cherry popped," George said as a vision of little girls floated in his head. They were naked and in a long row, waiting to get their hairless snatches inspected for cherries. 

	Kayla giggled and then went silent as George pushed his dick into the welcome embrace of her cunny mound. 

	"It won't hurt a real lot, right?" she asked nervously.

	"It won't hurt for long. How's that?" George replied.

	Kayla steeled herself and nodded. George pushed against her entrance, feeling it expand for him. Her maidenhead strained to keep him from entering further. Since she was small enough, George was able to hold her in place with one hand on her waist while he placed the other over her mouth.

	With a hard jerk, he broke the little girl's cherry, feeling the bloom of her blood around glans and shaft. Kayla shouted against his hand, her eyes filling with tears. But he remained in place and he could see and feel her relax as the pain dissipated. 

	"Okay," he said as he moved his hand from her mouth to the other side of her waist. "Nice and easy now."

	He pushed forward into the child's slippery cuntlet feeling it open and accept him in its snug confines. Kayla made a warbling moan as she felt his hardness filling her and altering her little body in an adult way. With slow, deliberate thrusts, he took her, sinking as much of his prick into the six year-old as she could take. Her pussy tightly caressed him as if his member was enveloped in wet rose petals. It was an apt metaphor as Kayla's sex bloomed with heat and urgency as she was fully penetrated again and again.

	As George worked his prick inside the not-quite-first grader's cuddly, oozing honeypot, he could hear Jane laughing outside again. There was no doubt the bitch was laughing at someone else's misery, but he wondered how she'd react if she knew he was deflowering her baby girl less than one hundred feet away. He took a measure of satisfaction in his bit of revenge on her, although he had nothing but fondness and positive lust for the delightful little girl who was keeping her thighs spread wide while he moved between them. 

	The only problem with Kayla's snatch was that it greedily demanded that he cum as soon as possible. With a loud huff, he emptied his balls into her, seeding her undeveloped sex organs. When the six year-old could take no more inside, George's semen squirted from around the snug seal where they were joined, making her bald, bulging twat lips sticky with the stuff. Reluctant to withdraw just yet, he massaged Kayla's cunny while it remained full, kneading her clitty and making her wet walls contract around his prick while she came a second time that afternoon.

	After wiping the pinkish mess from Kayla's crotch and his dick, George helped her off the desk. He'd dump the towel in a hamper after rinsing it so nothing unusual would be found. As much as hated to see her covered up again, he helped Kayla back into her swim suit.

	"Oh, I'm still leaking," she noted as she rubbed her quim through the thin material. "I'll go back in the pool so it will get clean."

	With a hug and a peck on the cheek - and a promise to visit him every time her mother brought her here - Kayla left George's office with a slight waddle due to her freshly used twat. Turning to the window, George watched as Kayla reappeared and then jumped into the pool. As she splashed about with other little girls, George was reminded of his aversion to body fluids in the pool. Now he felt himself growing hard again as he imagined his semen floating out of Kayla's snatch and thinking of the nearby hairless kiddy cunts the stuff would be touching.



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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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