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story_codes: Man/little girl, M/g(9), oral, molestation, semi-cons

story_intro: For two years, Wayne had been secretly lusting after his girlfriend's daughter, Peyton. When he is dumped by his girlfriend, the potential denial of his fantasy girl drives him to something more obsessive. The little girl is impressionable and easily fooled and Wayne's erotic daydreams appear to be coming true once he takes action.


story_language: English







Stealing Peyton, part 1

Written by madvlad


	Watching the nine year-old's buttocks shift beneath the seat of her shorts, Wayne contemplated how much longer the kid would retain her cherry. Despite Peyton's thin frame, her shorts were mostly outgrown. As she climbed up the tall rear wheel of the farm tractor, those firm little rump globes acted as if they were trying to escape the undersized clothing.

	There!

	A lower bit of her right ass cheek, startlingly pale against the July tan of her leg, managed to escape from under the fraying hem of the shorts leg. Then Peyton moved again, making those slender thigh muscles flex enticingly, and the snug cloth once again covered that inch or so of luscious buttock curve.

	Reaching the top of the huge tire, Peyton turned around to face outward and plopped the buns of Wayne's dirty dreams onto the thing. Unaware of the prurient aspects of her unintended show, she grinned triumphantly and carelessly opened her legs as she kicked her feet in the air.

	"Did you see that, Wayne?"

	"Sure did," he replied enthusiastically, appreciating far more than she knew. "The way you can climb, you'll conquering Mount Everest by the time you're twelve."

	"Eleven!" she proclaimed and stuck her tongue out at him.

	"Don't be sassy or I'll have to spank you," Wayne warned in good humor.

	His hollow threat made Peyton laugh and she arched backward slightly. Her t-shirt wasn't quite as close-fitting as her shorts but her movement served to make it hug her chest and emphasize her pure flatness. A little farther below, his eyes were drawn to the smoothness of the little girl's spread thighs. A bit of red peeked out from the shorts on her right leg - the trim of her panties. Wayne had spied Peyton in her undies on occasion and had two pairs he had liberated from the laundry in his girlfriend's - Peyton's mother's - trailer.

	Today, her shorts provided an extra, albeit skimpy, layer of cover. Wayne could see the tiny swell of the child's vulva under the clothing. Although there was no sign of her cleft, Wayne hardened knowing that beneath the two pieces of cheap, Discount Dollar clothing was a precious bit of little girl candy all soft and smooth and waiting to be consumed. Absently tugging at a front pocket of his jeans in case evidence of his hard-on was showing, Wayne gave the girl a grin that was part leer. Not seeing anything beyond a simple smile, the girl smiled and waved back.

	"Hey, can we go swimming?" Peyton called.

	"Can't - you didn't bring your swimsuit."

	Peyton harrumphed from her perch, pouting but innocently keeping her legs wide.

	"I can't wear that one - it's too small. Momma got it for me when I was seven. Can't I just go in the pond with my underpants on?"

	Nothing - except skinny-dipping - would make Wayne's heart (and other body parts) beat faster. He'd love to let her swim in the nude but her mother, Francine, would have his balls for breakfast over that. As it was, things had been getting pretty bad between them lately and he had ostensibly offered to give her a break by taking Peyton out for the day on his uncle's farm so Francine could get her hair done and gossip with her friends.

	Peyton in wet undies that clung to her rear and cunny and showed off her charms would be quite delicious but nearly as dangerous to his own male anatomy when Francine found out. But he made up another excuse instead.

	"You need a top, too."

	Peyton brushed her hands over her chest to contradict him.

	"What for?" she whined. "I aint got nothing there yet. I look like a boy."

	In her nave way, that girl was determined to keep Wayne's boner at full strength. She had to be so perfectly flat there. Not that he minded tits - he desperately wanted to be with Peyton in two or three years as her childish terrain began to bud and then bloom into little breasts. Playing the part of a responsible adult for now, he simply shook his head.

	"Well, I wanna do something fun," she demanded.

	"You've been playing all day," countered Wayne as he thought of other fun things he could do with her.

	"How 'bout getting some ice cream on the way back?"

	"Yeah," he conceded. "That'll work."

	Of course, watching Peyton's lips and tongue work around the scoop of vanilla in her cone had Wayne's hard-on nearly beating its head against his jeans zipper.

	"I think we should see other people."

	Francine's words still bounced around inside Wayne's head as he drove his truck with a white-knuckled grip in the steering wheel. That was all she said to him when he delivered Peyton back to the trailer that mother and daughter called home. After a day of ogling the smooth and sleek perfection of Peyton's nine year-old figure, Wayne had been hoping for some relief with Francine after the kid was asleep. As Francine had given birth to her daughter at age seventeen, she still had a pretty good body at twenty-six. However, her predilection for junk food was gaining ground on her metabolism and she was starting to get a bit saggy in a few places. Still, she was not bad and Wayne had certainly done worse before.

	Francine had been a little nervous when she informed Wayne of her decision but she also seemed somewhat...content? Yeah, the way she was after a few hours of leisurely sex they enjoyed when Peyton was over at a friend's place.

	Hair appointment, my ass, Wayne fumed. Francine had sampled some competition behind his back and had now decided to switch brands. For a few minutes, he considered asking around at the hairdresser's to see if Francine had been there. With proof of the lie, he could confront her and...and then what?

	So she lied - getting caught at it wasn't going to make her change her mind. It was this sad realization hitting him that he pulled into the parking lot of the local Walmart to get a few six packs for a long night of drinking. Francine's image was fading in his thoughts as he replayed the images of Peyton in her tight shorts this afternoon or in the swimsuit she had finally outgrown enough to where she could not get into it.

	That had been a shame because it had showed off more than her shorts had today. At the start of summer, she was constantly tugging at the seat as it slid up to expose her rump and sink into her ass crack. She had such a trim little ass but the way the suit made those luscious little cheeks bulge as they threatened to pop free had played in his mind more than one time when he was alone or when fucking Francine.

	She had said he was a good lover - very enthusiastic - but she had no idea how many times he was envisioning her daughter as he used his dick on her. Francine had made it clear on several occasions, even some when he got her drunk in hopes of loosening her inhibitions, that ass-fucking was simply out of the question.

	When drilling the woman's snatch, Wayne pretended she had no hair down there (trimming was fine but she swore she would not wax again after trying it once) as imagined thoughts of Peyton's sweet little quim shimmied in his head. Even if it didn't show bare skin there, that swimsuit did well in displaying the contours of Peyton's prepubescent twat. There was that small, chubby swell between the girl's slim but well-toned thighs and its more recent tightness had shown him the twin lumps of her labia beneath the stretched material.

	Peyton didn't need to wax. She'd be nice and hairless for him and when he had her, it wouldn't be the swimsuit stretching as he plumbed her juicy young cunt. Those slim legs would be clutching him and her flat chest ("I aint got nothing there yet. I look like a boy," her voice sweetly sang to him) would be heaving with lust. When the day came a few years from now with her little titties in full bloom and she started to show some silky strands on her mound, she'd be willing to wax for him if he wanted it.

	In his fog, Wayne had entered the wrong doors of the store. Groceries were on the far end so he walked through the clothing section. To his right were bathing suits for girls and he wondered which one Francine would buy for Peyton once she got off her lazy ass to do it. There was a free-standing cardboard display featuring three smiling girls in their pretty swimwear. They looked good enough for Wayne to pause and stare. Which one would Peyton like best? If he did buy one, would Francine let him give it to the girl? It would be an odd thing to do now that they had broken up and every excuse he thought of sounded lame and vaguely creepy.

	But what if he just gave it to Peyton? If he had her alone and she could wear it for him...but when and where? And how do it with Francine not in the picture? Some place out of the way and...off the books.

	The "Off the Books Lodge".

	Wayne turned around and left the store. He had shopping to do - plenty more than just beer. He could do it all here but there was another Walmart down on Highway 53 and hour and a half from here. Out there, it was unlikely that anyone would recognize him as he stocked up on provisions. And he didn't mind the drive as it would give him time to think.

	Stan Butler was a man who had his money spread about in various investments so that one thing tanking wouldn't ruin him. Everything there was faithfully listed and taxed. Then there were the assets he bought with cash - things even his wife didn't know about although a few mistresses had enjoyed them.

	But there was one place that neither his wife nor his girlfriend of the month knew about. It had belonged to an uncle who left it to him. It wasn't much of a place as it had no electricity although it did have a single-spigot water connection and a flush toilet. But it was the perfect getaway place for someone who needed a break from the everyday hassles and everyday people.

	Stan liked to use it a few times a year but didn't want to find the roof leaking or other problems when he arrived to relax in solitude. By asking around, he met Wayne who worked as a handyman. At first, Wayne wasn't enthused about a very part-time job several hours' drive away. But Stan paid well and, like everything else to do with the cabin, conducted his business with Wayne in cash only.

	After a few years, Stan was confident enough with Wayne that he left a stash of money in the cabin for Wayne to use for the upkeep as needed. Wayne also had use of the place for himself when Stan wasn't in residence. Stan always gave a week's notice if he was coming and Wayne would take some money to stock the place with food and beer. Receipts were not necessary as nothing was recorded for what Stan jokingly called the "Off the Books Lodge".

	Wayne had last heard from Stan about six months ago. For reasons Stan didn't divulge, he was going to be living out of the country for a few years and left extra money in the cabin for its upkeep. Wayne wasn't sure if Stan's exodus was due to a woman, taxes, something else, or a combination of the above. However it happened, Stan now had a hideaway for him and Peyton.

	Wayne was impatient but he waited two more days before approaching Peyton. He had planned on waiting at least five but decided that two days was all his limited store of patience would allow, particularly when he was alone with his pants unzipped and envisioning his little blonde temptress.

	Knowing where Peyton liked to go on summer days, he intercepted her while walking to a friend's house in the morning. Francine wouldn't expect her back for hours which would give him more time to get away. When he pulled up alongside the girl, she greeted him with a grin followed by a look of confusion and a frown.

	"Momma says that you and her are split up," she said. "I'd better not talk to you or she and Deuce might get mad."

	"Who's Deuce?"

	"He's Momma's new boyfriend. He fixed her car a couple of times at the Luby Brothers Garage and now they're dating,"

	Deuce? It was bad enough to have been dumped but for a guy named Deuce? Wayne imagined what kind of body work and leak repairs Deuce had made on Francine's chassis before Wayne was blown out the exhaust. Then he got back to his plan and assumed a grave look.

	"This is not about your momma and me. It's just about her. You must have left before the cops showed up."

	Peyton's face was a mix of worry and excitement.

	"Cops!" she gushed. "What for?"

	"I don't know but it looked bad - sheriff and state police and a couple of black SUVs - you know, the kind the FBI drives. They took her away in handcuffs. I don't know if this was something that Deuce got her involved in but whatever it is, it's bad. They don't send SWAT teams for a parking ticket."

	The excitement was gone and Peyton now wore a pallor of dread. Wayne leaned out the window to look about before speaking in a lower tone.

	"Now you know your momma has no family around except for that cousin who's in jail half the time. That means they'll take you away, too - put you in the state system and foster care somewhere. That really worries me because of the things I've heard about foster families. Didn't you have a friend who left for foster care for a while?"

	He knew damn well that she had one. Wayne didn't know what had happened to that other little girl but she came back a shaken wreck. Now, the chances were that most foster families were just fine - even outstanding. But Peyton didn't need to know that and at the moment she was shifting from foot to foot wringing her hands.

	"Peyton, I have a plan."

	Startled as if she had forgotten he was there, the girl looked at him and blinked. The eyelid motion pushed one drop from each of her watering eyes to dribble down her cheeks.

	"We'll run away. I have a place that no one knows about. We can stay there 'til this blows over. Heck, I even have a swimsuit I was going to give you before your momma gave me the boot. And that's good because this place is in the woods less than a hundred feet from a big lake."

	Wayne had other lines rehearsed but did not need them as Peyton quickly scrambled into this truck. As they drove through what passed for downtown, he had her duck down onto the floor of the cab so no one would see her. Stealing glimpses of that small blonde head below the dashboard, he had fantasies of her leaning over his crotch. Out of sight, the golden locks would be bouncing while her preteen mouth was slurping and pulling on his meat.

	Fortunately, he barely remembered the stop sign ahead and braked hard to halt before running it and T-boning the sedan passing from left to right. For the rest of the drive to the lake, he kept his concentration where it needed to be.

	The shock of her mother's apparent predicament disturbed Peyton but was it was somewhat subdued by the grand adventure on which she had now embarked. True, her mother treated her like she was a bother and an endless, largely unwanted task, but she was still her mother. Wayne, on the other hand, had been the fun one in during the two years he dated her mother. Now she and Wayne were running away and hiding from the police. She knew it was wrong in some way but how many kids her age had a chance at something like this?

	Once they arrived at the cabin, its remoteness added to the sense of excitement. It was small but she didn't think it was all that different from the trailer she shared with her mother. And it was cleaner. And the surrounding woods were free of beer bottles and food wrappers and those weird, semi-clear rubber socks filled with goo she sometimes found near ripped-open little square packages.

	A few months ago, Peyton and one of her friends, Jessie Lynn, had found one of those once not far from Jessie Lynn's house and Peyton dared her to pick it up. But Jessie Lynn shook her head.

	"Those are cum bags," she explained. "They have stuff in them that comes out of boys' dicks."

	Peyton squinted at the whitish stuff inside the thing.

	"It don't look like pee," she observed.

	"It's not. It's other stuff called cum. It's what comes out when a boy jacks off."

	"I've heard boys talking about jacking off," mused Peyton. "But what is it?"

	"My brother does it all the time and he showed me how he does it. If he's doing it by himself, he doesn't need a cum bag. That's only if he does it in a girl's kitty. Come on, he'll show you if you want."

	Peyton followed Jessie Lynn and found George, Jessie Lynn's older brother. He was pleased to show Peyton how he did his trick and even invited her to touch his erection while he wanked on it. Although Peyton shied away, Jessie Lynn gladly took her brother up on the offer with an air of familiarity. Peyton was impressed by how far the small white gobs flew when George came and afterward felt embarrassed that she had been scare to touch him earlier.

	When Jessie Lynn asked George to explain the cum bags, what grown-ups called condoms, Peyton didn't understand why boys needed them with girls.

	"So you don't get knocked up with a baby," he explained. "Of course, you and Jessie Lynn are too young to get knocked up so I don't need to use it if I cum in you."

	"In my kitty?" Peyton asked.

	"Yup."

	Peyton made a face and shook her head.

	"That's kind of weird," she replied dismissively.

	But Jessie Lynn curled one arm around her brother's arm and leaned against him.

	"George says he's gonna show me how he cums in my kitty soon," she proudly announced. "But you can't tell anyone."

	"I won't," Peyton promised.

	"But you let me know if you ever want to find out what it's like," George kindly offered.

	With the curtains open and windows open for breeze, the cabin's darkness was mitigated by the blue-gray glow of the moonlight. Not yet ready to make the next move with Peyton, Wayne had the sole bed to himself while the girl had settled down to sleep in the sleeping bag on an inflatable mattress. Wayne hadn't been sure how she'd like it but she readily took to the adventure of camping in the cabin.

	She hadn't stirred for perhaps an hour so Wayne felt confident in pulling his penis out of his shorts and working it with the bedcovers thrown off. Peyton's new swimsuit was a two-piece although not quite the bikini he would have preferred. The pink top was an abbreviated tank top that clung to her titless chest when wet. As the lake water was cold, he could see the tiny points of her nipples when she finally came out onto land.

	To the left side on the front of her top was a black mouse holding a piece of cheese and grinning. Her suit bottoms covered her like a pair of black panties with the same mouse now in pink holding his cheese to the left of her crotch. Wayne playfully imagined how that mouse was smiling about what he could find by taking a couple of steps over to the right. Mr. Mouse would scurry right into that little hole there, wouldn't he?

	It had been so tempting to have that nine year-old in easy reach with the bare skin of her limbs and belly shiny with the water while her swimsuit hugged her possessively. With a swipe of his hand, he could lift that top up to see the virgin territory of future breast development. Peyton's perky little rump cheeks bulged and shifted beneath the black material below as she walked. With the material wet-pasted to her cunny, Wayne drank in the chubby roundness of her sex and every once in a while saw the fabric pull in to show the shape of her cleft.

	At bed time, Peyton, feeling liberated, announced she would go topless since it was kind of warm. It was a bit of rebellion against her absent mother who had insisted the girl keep her chest covered.

	"See? I'm like a boy, right?" she challenged Wayne.

	He nodded and hoped his interest didn't show. Yes, she might have looked boyish there but she was a girl and the knowledge that her breasts were still dormant was arousing as hell. Peyton's panties, light blue with little ice cream cones spread about them, were looser than her swimsuit bottoms but made her no less enticing as he imagined how easily they could slip off.

	But it was the images of Peyton romping wetly this afternoon that were featured in Wayne's mind as he worked his hand over his raging dick. Her top was off, showing a pale, shiny chest with hardened pink dots marking what passed for preteen tits. Pursing her lips saucily, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bottoms.

	With aching slowness, they were pushed down. The white skin of her upper pubic area was perfectly smooth. It wouldn't be long until the swell of her quim would start to appear with the dimpled top of her cleft. And then...

	"Wayne! Are you jacking off?"

	Wayne jerked his eyes open and saw the silhouette of Peyton standing by his bed. Focusing, he saw her wide-eyed expression of fascination as she peered at the object in his hand.

	"Uh, yeah. You know about this stuff?"

	"Mm hm," Peyton replied with a nod. "Jes...a boy showed me how he did it. He said it feels good if he did it long enough and made white stuff shoot out. That's called cumming."

	Intrigued, Wayne gripped the erection which had momentarily begun to wilt. Now he was thinking about how this interruption might lead to better things tonight.

	"And did you help him?" he asked.

	"No, I was...I didn't know what to do then."

	"You can help me cum," he offered.

	"Can I?" she replied as her voice rose in pitch.

	"It's nothing magical," he coaxed as he removed his hand. "You just take a hold of it and I'll help you with the rest."

	Holding her breath, Peyton slowly reached out to the hard-on. When her fingers brushed against it, she jerked her hand back but understood that Wayne was right. It wasn't like one of those magic wands in Harry Potter that could do nasty things if you didn't work them right. Feeling more confident, she brought her hand to the hard, warm member and closed her fingers around it.

	Wayne feared he might cum when he felt that small, soft hand take possession of his dick. She was holding it about midway and he gently put one of his hands over hers and showed her how to masturbate him. After a few strokes, he took his hand away and watched her as she leaned closer to watch her own handiwork. Her mouth was slightly open and he could feel faint tickles of her breath on his glans as he concentrated on those wonderful lips of hers.

	"You want to do something more?" he asked.

	"Uh huh."

	"Well, your mouth is real close, so why don't you put the head of my dick in there and suck on it? It will make me feel fantastic and I'll really cum hard."

	"Head?"

	When Wayne pointed to his purplish glans, Peyton giggled. It killed the mood a little for him but he didn't mind as it would prolong this act.

	"You call that a head?" she laughed.

	"That's right. Do you think you're mature enough to try?"

	Peyton pondered that. George had never said anything about a girl putting his dick in her mouth - just her kitty. Jessie Lynn had never said anything about sucking her brother's dick, either. Since that day, Peyton had felt a little embarrassed about not touching George's penis but now she had a chance to equal - or maybe one-up - Jessie Lynn.

	Moving her head down, she parted her jaws and let the soft pillows of her lips slide over the round end until they closed around the indentation behind the glans. It felt warm like his shaft but was not quite as hard. Treating it as a lollipop, the little girl began to suckle the man's prick head.

	A few times, her tongue slipped over the thing in her mouth. It didn't taste bad - after all, Wayne had been in the water, too, so he was clean. When she felt Wayne's hand close around the back of her head, she murmured worriedly around his glans as he gently pushed her down. He didn't make her go far before he pulled her up. After a repeat, she understood that he wanted her to jack him off by using her mouth the way she had used her hand.

	Sliding her hand down to the base of his cock, the preteen held him there while slowly bobbed her head up and down. Her spittle sloshed and bubbled as she massaged him with her tongue while her lips remained compressed around him except for the occasional slobber when her seal was temporarily lost. When Wayne groaned his satisfaction, she recognized the tone from what he and her mother sounded like when they were doing things in her mother's bedroom.

	Once, they had started in the small kitchen/living room of the trailer when they had drunk enough to be less careful about the sleeping child nearby. Awakened, Peyton had crept out and saw them half undressed and putting their hands in places that were supposed to be private. They made more of those noises, too. Then they disappeared from view when they sank down on the sofa together. The furniture's back was facing Peyton so she could see nothing of the adults while the sofa creaked and shook.

	She didn't dare approach and after some loud exclamation from the couch, everything was still for a few minutes. When Francine hissed that they should go to the bedroom in case Peyton saw them, the girl quickly padded in her bare feet back to her bedroom so that she wouldn't be caught spying. But she lay awake in bed, listening through the thin walls and wondering at the rituals of grown-ups as the noises and creaking - this time a bed - continued.

	Now with a mouth full of cock, the nine year-old understood. Her mother had been doing all kinds of strange things to make Wayne cum. Did he cum in her kitty? Probably so. Maybe she had let him cum in her mouth, too. Well, Peyton felt a sense of pride that she was doing something her mother might have done.

	Wayne tightened his hand on Peyton's head.

	"Here it comes," he announced.

	Peyton's eyes went huge as gobs of musky, salty jism flooded her mouth. She yelped something but it was muffled and gurgling as her oral cavity was rather full. When Wayne finished, he released her head. Peyton sat up and made a face as she tasted the slime coating her tongue. She was looking for a place to spit when Wayne grabbed the empty beer bottle from his nightstand.

	"In here," he said, offering the bottle.

	Peyton took it and emptied her mouth in to it. Then she worked up some saliva to spit the dregs out as best as she could before she let Wayne take the bottle. After setting it back on the small table, Wayne pulled Peyton to him so that they were both sitting upright with her back resting against his chest.

	Laying his hand flat against youngster's lean belly, he rubbed Peyton in small circular motions before moving his hand up to take in the flat contours of her chest. Gently rubbing a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he was rewarded when Peyton shivered and pressed closer against him. His cock was recovering and began to harden against the small of her back.

	"That feels good even if I aint got boobs," Peyton sighed.

	"I'll make you feel even better," he replied as he stroked the fingers of his other hand up one smooth, nine year old thigh. "I'll make you cum."

	Peyton gasped - at first from his words but then as his fingers touched her panties. They were pressing her crotch and she could tell how he was feeling the shape of her privates. He had touched momma there and now was he going to touch her there?"

	"Do girls shoot white stuff, too?" she squeaked in arousal and disbelief.

	"No, they cum a different way. But you'll love it. You'll see."

	But when Wayne tugged at her panties, Peyton grabbed his hand to get him to stop,

	"No, I don't want you to see me...my kitty," she warbled.

	"Ok, let's leave your panties on," he agreed as he slipped two fingers inside her waistband.

	Peyton stiffened in silence but did nothing to stop him as he put two more fingers into her undies so he could slide them in and feel her quite intimately. The little girl's tummy was shaking inside and she felt light-headed as she was caressed. A man was touching her in that place!

	Wayne's prick was at full bore with the head resting in the small shallow of the concave middle of Peyton's back. Inside those little girl panties, she was warm and bald against his fingers. The flesh of her miniature female mound was pliant beneath the prodding and squeezing of the man's fingers. Stroking into her slit, he felt the tiny pillows of her plump labia part for him so that he could feel more of her growing heat. Flicking at the tiny nubbin near the top of her cleft, he forced it to stiffen as Peyton's breath grew ragged with arousal. Just as he felt the first warm drop emerge from her prepubescent sex, Peyton took hold of her panties.

	"I want to see what you're doing to me," she gasped as she tried pulling her ice cream cone-decorated undies off.

	Wayne assisted her and she lay back limply against him, watching as the man bared her hairless genitals. Even in the moonlight, the rounded edges of her lips were shiny with the mysterious dew from inside with which he had begun to paint her mons. Wayne lifted her legs until her feet were free of the undies. After he tossed the panties aside, she did not stop him when he parted her legs to show the smooth and moist sexiness of her underage, molested little snatch.

	When his fingers took her again, she gazed as her bald labia were spread so that his finger could prod her there. Peyton felt herself opening again; more on the inside as Wayne's fingertip barely entered her. He was lightly pushing against something but did not try to force himself any further.

	Francine, Wayne thought, I just touched your little girl's cherry. Are you thinking about her? Are you wondered if some bad man has her and is doing this to her right now? Or maybe he's already broken it and is making your baby a whore to be sold off to some seedy place out of the country. Or maybe you've passed out after some heavy drinking and crying over your missing kid.

	Then Wayne wondered if anyone connected him to her disappearance. Perhaps, but then again it was still early on. And no one knew about the Off the Books Lodge. He was mildly curious about any investigation but was more enthralled with the slippery flesh and soupy noises of the nine year-old's heated pussy as Peyton rolled her slim hips in response to the sensations he was giving her. Her hairless twat humped at his kneading fingers as she was helpless to do anything else.

	With her juices copiously flowing, Peyton thought she was cumming. She dreamily floated in the lustful waves of heat until the first sharp frisson jolted in her loins. Then the preteen understood that there was something more. Opening her mouth, she could only make unintelligible noises as everything building between her spread legs coalesced.

	Peyton quivered against Wayne; her childish body surrendering to its first orgasm. When she was done, he removed his hand to let her timidly explore her hot little sex mound with her fingers. Everything there was wet and she swirled her fluids lazily in wonder. As her mind cleared, she opened her lips like Wayne had done and thoughtfully observed the tiny opening into her body.

	"Wayne?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Did you ever cum in my momma's kitty? I heard that boys, um, guys can cum in a kitty."

	Wayne shifted against her and she could feel his hardness against her back.

	"Yes, I did that lots of times."

	"So you just put your...head right here," she surmised as she wriggled her fingertip against her spread labia. "And then you cum and shoot your white stuff into this hole, right?"

	"Not exactly. I go into that hole and move like I did in your mouth."

	"But my hole's not big enough."

	"Oh, but it can stretch," he explained. "And when a girl is nice and wet in there, I can go right inside."

	"I'm really wet," the little girl quietly said in nervous anticipation. "Do you mean like this."

	Wayne moved out from behind her and laid her back. His boxers soon crumpled to the floor not far from her discarded panties.

	"Yes," he croaked as he moved over her. "Just like that."


Copyright (c) 2019 madvlad

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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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