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Filename: kaylamee.txt
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story_codes: M/g(6), molest, cons

story_intro: Kayla's mother always warned her to behave or else a child molester would get her. Although she knew better to ask her mother, Kayla wondered just what exactly a child molester was and what he would do when he got her. Then one day, she meets such a man and learns how fun it is to be "got".




story_language: English



Kayla Meets the Nicest Men

Written by madvlad


	Jane pursed her lips as she considered the five dresses she had selected. All would have to be custom-fitted, even if the alterations were miniscule. Buying off the rack was simply not an option thanks to the very generous alimony and support payments she was receiving from her now ex-husband. It had been four months since the judge had awarded her the primary residence and the Porsche and Mercedes along with the monthly allowances. Quite frankly, she didn't give a damn about the Porsche except that David, her departed spouse, had been fond of it. That little extra win in court had been as sweet as the main bounty.

	And then there was the other extra win she had to deal with. Kayla was now six years old and Jane had managed to get David's access to her down to a weekend every other month - under supervision. It was not that David was a bad father (in truth, Jane would admit he was a better parent than her - if she had any regard for the truth), but he was rather gullible and Jane's lawyer was much better at conniving and had a treasure chest full of dirty tricks.

	The only downside was that Jane had to actually be a mother to her daughter. She had been tempted to get a nanny and dump the girl with her most of the time, but her lawyer warned that David had undoubtedly learned his lessons and would be watching for signs that she was an unfit mother. 

	With the help of her maid, Jane always made sure that Jane was well-scrubbed and dressed neatly before they left home. Today, the girl's light brown tresses were neatly tied with a red bow and she wore a white blouse with a green skirt. Looking down at the girl, Jane gave her the familiar admonition.

	"I'll be busy with my dresses for an hour. Do not wander off or some child molester will get you."

	Without a further thought, she walked to the fitting suite, knowing the girl would be cowed by such a dire warning.

	Not for the first time, Kayla wondered what exactly a child molester was and what one would do if he "got" her. From discussions with her friends at school before summer break began, she had learned that child molesters were men who liked little girls. They liked to look at their panties and even see or even touch what was inside them.

	The six year-old didn't understand what was wrong with that. She thought her panties, which were festooned with favorite cartoon characters or flowers, were quite pretty. If a man wanted to see them, she couldn't blame him. Of course, Mommy wouldn't approve of Kayla showing anyone her panties - Mommy didn't approve of very much.

	As far as looking inside or even touching her inside her panties, Kayla didn't see what the big deal was. Like every other girl, she had a kitty and a butt. They weren't all that special. She would have asked her mother why this was so important, but she had already experienced the hazards of asking her mother questions that the woman did not like to answer.

	Bored, Kayla meandered around the high-end store, watching the clocks (she could tell time quite well because her daddy, whom she missed, had taught her) so she wouldn't be late. As she looked about, she noticed the same man time and again watching her. 

	When she was between some clothing racks, the man finally came up to her.

	"Hi," he said. "You look bored."

	Kayla nodded in agreement.

	"Mommy's trying on a bunch of stupid dresses again and I have to be back in...let's see...forty-five minutes."

	"My name's John," the man said. "What's yours?"

	"Kayla."

	"Well, Kayla, I think I know something we can do to kill some of that time."

	"Sure!" Kayla agreed.

	The nice man named John took her by the hand and brought her to another fitting suite. In this store, these were not the small closet-like spaces that other, lesser stores had. These were larger and had full-length doors for complete privacy. After locking the door behind them, John knelt in front of Kayla.

	"Now don't be scared, honey. I'm going to do some things that might be strange, but they won't hurt - I promise."

	Kayla shrugged. John didn't seem like a bad or scary man. He seemed like some other men she had noticed now and then - ones that really liked watching her. Any man that liked little girls must be okay in her book.

	Slowly, John lifted the hem of Kayla's skirt, displaying the panties with a cartoon animal smiling from her crotch. John didn't blame the creature -he'd be smiling two if he spent the day that close to a precious kiddy cunt.

	"Are you a child molester?" Kayla asked, innocently.

	"W-what?" John replied, dropping her skirt.

	"A child molester," Kayla repeated. "Those are men who like to look at little girl's panties and touch them in those places. I never met one before."

	"I see," John said, unsure of what to do having been caught by a girl who didn't seem to mind.

	"Here," she offered and pulled her skirt up to display her panties again. 

	John had done this a few other times with little girls he had thought he could keep calm while he played with them. But here was a kid who was really interested. And who was he to disappoint her?

	With his thumb and forefinger, he pressed the front of the cotton against the girl's vulva, gently grasping the mound through the material. With rubbing motions, he could feel the rounded contours of her cunny and the soft edges of the labia that formed her slit. He did this for a few minutes, pressing a little harder in her cleft and feeling the small bump of her clit near the top.

	"Do you like this?" he asked.

	"Uh huh," Kayla replied.

	At first, it just felt like nice petting, like Daddy did when he rubbed her shoulder. But she was feeling kind of funny now in a good way inside her kitty. When he stopped, she was disappointed until he took hold of the waistband of her panties. Now this had to be interesting!

	John slid Kayla's panties down, letting his fingers brush over the roundness of the little girl's buttocks as he set them free. The plush V of her hairless pussy was presented and he quickly put his fingers back there.

	"Oh, you're so smooth here," he murmured. "And so warm and perfect."

	Kayla still didn't see what was so special - or even perfect - about her kitty, but he sure liked it. But the funny feelings returned, like kind of an itch. They were even stronger now with his fingers in direct contact with her bare skin and she hoped he knew how to make them continue.

	John saw Kayla shiver as he continued to fondle the six year-old's naked genitals. He opened her labia and slid is finger into her, touching her more intimately at the entrance to her tender jewel. He barely got the very tip of his finger past there when he felt the barrier of her virginity. That would have to stay in place since this was not the place to pop a child's cherry, but he continued touching her there while his other fingers caressed the outside of her girlish sex. 

	"Uh," Kayla sighed, her mouth hanging open as the stirring in her twat became more intense. 

	John could feel her getting wet and her breath was pounding out of her mouth. Thick snicking noises from her opening further announced her increasing arousal. He worked his finger with greater force against the child's sensitive area while his thumb flicked at her stiffened clitty. 

	Kayla's heavy breathing was now mixed with wordless mumbling as her molestation continued. Her eyes were closed and she was only aware of the fingers on her snatch.

	"Oh!" she gasped, stiffening as something in her sex fluctuated violently, making her feel wobbly. 

	She couldn't stop the reaction, nor did she want to. The six year-old trembled with the man's hand manipulating her innocent pussy and she experienced her first orgasm.

	John pulled his fingers away, regarding the glistening smears of juices on Kayla's bald twatlet. She looked at him in wonder and then down at her suddenly mysterious little quim.

	"Was I molested?" she asked.

	"Yes. And then you had what's called an orgasm. Did you like it?"

	"UH HUH," she stated emphatically. "Mommy doesn't know anything about child molesters."

	"I don't think you should tell her," John said as he pulled her panties tightly against her dripping snatch.

	"I won't" Kayla promised. "Mommy doesn't like it if she thinks she's wrong about something."

	"Good," John replied and then feigned surprise. "Oh dear, I just got your pretty panties all wet."

	Kayla looked and saw the wet spot on the front. 

	"Uh oh," she observed. 

	"I'd better take them off," John said and he pulled them down to her ankles.

	Kayla lifted her feet and he helped her clear the leg bands. Then he used the undies to swab the rest of the moisture from the girl's delightful cunny.

	"I'll take these away so no one sees that they're wet," he said, pocketing the trophy he would keep. "Now I can either go down to the kids' section and buy you another pair or you can go without panties. Other little girls I know think that's a fun thing to do - kind of a naughty secret only they know."

	Kayla giggled at the thought of having a naked kitty while Mommy didn't know. When she and John left the fitting suite, she saw she still had another ten minutes at least before her mother was done. She waved goodbye to John as he went another way. Happy to know what child molesting was all about, she went and took a seat near her mother's fitting suite and was waiting patiently when Jane finally came out.

	
TWO DAYS LATER

	"We just got the new line in from Paris," the clerk told Jane as she laid the tray of expensive cosmetics on the counter. "Heloise can take you to a private room and help you experiment with them."

	"Yes," Jane agreed. "Heloise knows my face quite well."

	"And your daughter is welcome to go with you, of course," the clerk added, giving Kayla a smile.

	"Oh, she knows how to wait without being a nuisance," Jane replied.

	The clerk didn't think leaving such a young girl alone was such a good idea but she was not about to disagree with the clients in this place - not if she wanted to keep her job. She simply nodded and beckoned Heloise over.

	Jane turned to Kayla.

	"Now you wait here - I'll be back in about forty-five minutes to an hour," Jane said to the girl. "Don't wander off or some child molester will get you."

	Kayla watched her mother leave with the make-up artist while the clerk was already busy with another customer. Turning around, she spotted the man who had been watching her earlier - just like she had seen that other man, John, do. Boldly, she walked right up to him, wondering why he seemed so surprised, and gave him a sweet smile.

	"My name's Kayla," she said as she took him by the hand. "Let's go find some place. We have forty-five minutes."



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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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