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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, January 19, 2012

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story_codes: M/g(7), first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Little Tina is attending a professional football game when she is selected to spend some time with the team's mascot in his private suite. The home team on the field isn't the only one to do some scoring during the third quarter. This story also features cameo appearances by some Mr. Double stalwarts.


story_language: English




Made by the Mascot

Written by madvlad


	"Benny! Benny!" the kids screamed as they crowded around the six and a half-foot tall, gray feathered bird.

	Benny was the costumed mascot of the Bombers, the city's professional football team. It was halftime at the game, with the Bombers trailing the Ogres 13-10. But the team was notorious for coming out of the halftime break with fire in their bellies and the crowd of 80,000 was ready for some third quarter fireworks.

	Benny was holding court on one of the stadium's plazas, passing out all kinds of Bombers souvenirs and candy. At one point, when someone shouted a question as to whether the Bombers could make a comeback, Benny responded with one of his trademark moves for which the costume had been modified for. 

	His neck suddenly extended up six inches and his head tilted to the side with his perpetually grinning beak slightly open. The kids and adults laughed. After about a ten second pause, his head lifted and his neck retracted to its normal position, allowing Ian, the man inside the costume, to see again through the hidden eye holes in Benny's beak.

	On the periphery of the crowd, a seven year-old girl stood near her father, too shy to work her way into the sea of bodies. Tina had dirty blonde hair worn in twin braids and gray eyes behind her wire-rimmed glasses. She wore a Bombers t-shirt above her skirt and when she smiled (which didn't happen in large crowds), she had a gap where one of her upper baby teeth had fallen out. She was self-conscious about the space her in smile, which made her all the shyer.

	Benny spied the little girl and made his way through the crowd toward her. Tina's eyes grew wide as she saw him approach and all other faces turn her way. Benny leaned over and patted the top her head with a huge wing. He actually had gloves on that blended with the feathers and Tina could feel his fingers as he patted her.

	Wordlessly (for Benny, like most mascots, never spoke), he pointed to Tina and then up to a prominent balcony that jutted out from the luxury box level. It was covered with branches on the outside and was known as Benny's Nest. He always sat there during the third quarter to watch the game, entertaining the crowd with his cheering pantomimes. There were usually VIPs or corporate sponsors who joined him there, but on occasion, he would pick some random fans from the stands. 

	"Awwww! Lucky!" were some of the sounds coming from the gathered fans when they saw Benny invite Tina to his nest. Slightly panicked, Tina backed away and looked at her father, who was grinning widely. 

	"Go ahead, Tina," he said. "You'll get the best seat in the house for a quarter."

	"But you and Momma are..." she began.

	"Mom and I will be in our seats and they'll have someone bring you back to us," he said as a nearby team official nodded.

	The official checked with Tina's father to see where they were seated and then Benny led Tina upstairs to his lair. Inside the bird suit, Ian's cock was throbbing. Being the mascot gave him access to plenty of preteen pussy and this was the first game of the season where he'd have some. He also appeared at other public events and occasionally grabbed some sweet young ass there, but was careful not to do it too often. 

	When he was passing out trinkets to the other kids, he had watched the little girl carefully. She was the perfect personality type - very shy so she could be easily manipulated and would keep her mouth shut afterward. And at her age of about six or seven, she also would have the perfect pussy type - tight and hairless. He hoped that her dad or some other man in her life hadn't popped her cherry yet, but if he had, she should still be a terrific fuck. He loved making some quiet little kid squeal like a horny little piglet as she was getting reamed on his cock.

	The second half kick-off was just about to get underway when the pair entered the balcony suite. Ian was careful to make sure the door was locked before he settled in his seat and lifted Tina onto his lap. The little girl sat stiffly as the game resumed, feeling like everyone in the stadium could see her. And the occasional camera footage on the video screens between plays did just that. 

	However, the crowd could only see her from the chest up. Benny had a wing draped across Tina's front, further masking any view. Ian easily slipped his arm free of the wing, leaving the costume appendage in place while he rubbed Tina's tummy. As she relaxed, he moved lower and was stroking her smooth thigh when the visitors punted. As the Bombers offense lined up at the seven yard line, Ian moved his hand under Tina's skirt. 

	The child shuddered as the mascot put his hand in a place it shouldn't be. But she wasn't sure what to do as she saw his wing still in place and didn't want to make a scene where everyone in the stadium could see. As the Bombers approached mid-field, Ian was brazenly diddling the bulge in Tina's white cotton panties. His index finger found the cleft and stroked up and down. Tina squirmed and made small sounds in her throat while Ian felt her clit harden. Then the telltale dampness began to seep into the innocent child's panty crotch.

	Despite feeling something wickedly nice in her private place, Tina had had enough. After working up some courage, she turned around on Benny's lap and addressed the bird.

	"Please, Mr. Benny. You shouldn't touch girls there."

	Benny responded with his patented head jerk, stretching up and letting it tilt to the side while giving her a big, silent, beaky grin. Hearing laughter around her, Tina swiveled her head and saw her on the video screens with Benny doing his head tilt. She blushed fiercely and tried to slump down. How could she argue with a giant bird that couldn't speak?

	As she was moving on his lap, Ian gripped Tina's panties and yanked them down. Tina froze, giving Ian the opportunity to twist and cant the little garment down to Tina's knees. Tina gave a small peep as Ian's hand slid back to her crotch for some skin-on -skin molestation.

	The seven year-old's hairless twat was soft and malleable in Ian's grip. She was getting wetter as one finger dipped into her snatch while the others caressed her bare skin on the outside. Tina was whining and squirming, but Ian knew he had her when she suddenly clamped her thighs together around his hand.

	"W-what are you doing to me?" she asked in a quavering voice as she felt a tremor in the place no one else was supposed to touch.

	Benny's only response was to rub and diddle the dripping little cunt harder. Tina moaned and relaxed her legs, allowing the bird man to do those nasty things in her private place. Her parents and teachers had been very careful to tell her that strangers shouldn't be any place where her panties usually covered. But Benny was making her feel, well... so very different there now. She liked whatever it was, even though it felt kind of achy. Somehow, she thought that if he kept rubbing her there, it would do something the ache needed.

	Instinct took over and soon the shy little girl was humping her bald cuntlet against the man's molesting fingers, grunting softly as she felt her juices making her feel so slippery and fun. On the video screen, a brief flash saw a young fan bouncing on Benny's lap with excitement as the Bombers continued their drive down the field. 

	
In one section, four men sat together and commented on the little girl with the mascot.

	"I can't tell if she's rooting for the team or getting ready to cum," remarked Ben.

	""Aw, she's gotta be creaming herself," said Spin, who despite his massive personal fortune, really just wanted to be a school bus driver. 

	"Uh oh, then she'll get her white cotton panties all wet," said the third man, who was president and CEO of WCP Industries.

	"How do you know they'd be white and cotton?" asked Carroll as he looked up from his porn-loaded Kindle.

	"I know these things - it's like a sixth sense," stated the panty man with confidence.

	"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" Tina whined as the ache in her pussy sharpened. 

	Ian squeezed her soft mound around the finger he had pressed against her clit. He felt a hot burst of liquid just as the quarterback tossed a pass to a receiver in the end zone. Tina's orgasmic cries were lost in the roar of the crowd as the receiver cradled the ball to give the Bombers the lead.

	While the extra point was being scored, Ian pushed some feathers aside and unzipped his fly. Thankfully, the costume had been designed to allow the wearer some quick relief in the restroom without having to take the entire thing off for a simple piss. With his prick free, Ian lifted Tina so that it was sticking up between her thighs and pressing against her wet little quim. 

	The seven year-old's eyes widened as she gazed at her first cock. Now they were touching private parts, which was even naughtier than what the man had just done. Ian pushed in on her thighs and Tina mutely allowed him to use her legs to grip his cock and hold it against her pussy. The man in the bird suit wiggled her body, massaging his prick with soft smooth, little girl flesh.

	They continued this as the Ogres tried to mount an answering drive. Inside the bird head, Ian saw as the quarterback was hit as he threw, sending the ball on a wobbling path toward two defenders. The timing was perfect.

	He lifted Tina from his lap, holding her there until the ball sailed into the waiting hands of one of the Bombers' safeties. As the crowd stood up to cheer, Ian shoved the little girl down onto his cock. Her untried quim was very small, of course, but her recent orgasm had left her muscles relaxed and her interior slick. His prick burst through the child's membrane, making her yelp as her pussy was suddenly torn and stretched. The seven year-old's virginity came to an end as eighty thousand people around her roared. 

	The thunder of the crowd sounded like a buzzing vibration inside Tina's head as she tried to understand what had just happened. She hurt down there and felt something pushing its way through the tiny opening between her legs. Benny's thing was inside of her and now he was moving her up and down. She felt so taut as her pussy widened around the pedo prick and whimpered when she saw traces of blood on the man's member. She knew it was hers.

	On the field, the Bombers quickly moved the ball down the field. In unison, the fans stamped their feet in a steady beat. Ian matched their rhythm, fucking the little girl up and down as his prick slid in and out of her cuntlet's tight embrace. She was so hot and wet there; everything a little girl riding her first prick should be.

	Tina had briefly struggled, but ceased as the pain from her tearing ebbed. The cock still felt uncomfortably large in her little twat, but she admitted to herself that the rigid meat did feel a little good as it plumbed her virgin sheath. She sat slack-jawed as her squishy young pussy was filled with hard man meat over and over. When she saw a Bomber bowl over several defenders and leap into the end zone, she didn't react as the rest of the crowd rose to its feet again. A moment later, she squealed as the man's thing jerked and something hot and wet bloomed inside of her. 

	Ian groaned in his costume as his semen relentlessly pulsed into the seven year-old's womb. The rest washed out, stained with small pinkish threads from the little girl's stolen virginity. Tina slumped against his chest and he let her stay there, enjoying the satisfaction of cumming inside the tight confines of her childish sex.

	By the end of the third quarter, the Bombers had added another touchdown to their lead and Benny had wiped his young cum sponge clean with some paper towels. The same team official from was waiting as Benny ushered Tina out from his "nest" and presented her with a Bomber's gym bag crammed with all sorts of team paraphernalia. 

	When Tina was led back to her seat, her parents saw the bulging bag.

	"Wow!" her mother said. "Benny sure stuffed you full goodies."

	Tina sat down, her face turning pink as she felt the traces of the mascot's jism oozing in her pussy.

	"He sure did."

	

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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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