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story_codes: M/g(8)

story_intro: A man goes to a remote area of a city park for some privacy during his lunch hour so he can view some downloaded porn. But his break is interrupted when he discovers a little girl by herself. He weighs the options of crossing the line between fantasy and reality and then...

story_language: English




The Girl in the Park

Written by madvlad


	It was one of the gray, blustery Fall days that told Frank the oncoming winter would be a bitch. He was on lunch hour and decided to drive to a nearby park - one of those sprawling ones with hiking and bike trails that ran all over the place. Consequently, there were several small satellite parking areas in remote places for those who didn't want to drive to the main parking lot where all of the recreational playing fields were located near.

	Even had the weather been nice, Frank had no intention of getting out and enjoying nature. In face, days like this were best as it assured him some privacy. He had downloaded some hot jailbait porn onto his iPad that morning before work and planned to watch it in the deserted parking lot with his hand busy on his cock. 

	Frank was an aficionado of young ones - teens and preteens - although he had never dared lay a hand on one. But he had several hard drives crammed with photos, videos, Japanese comics, and stories featuring the young girlies in all sorts of nasty situations. And if spending is lunch hour jacking off was a waste of time, well, it was still more productive than what half of his co-workers did during work hours.

	Frank's palms were a little sweaty when he parked and powered up his iPad. The new stuff featured some fourteen and fifteen year-olds at a slumber party - homemade video, but very hot, according to his on-line community. Sliding his seat back to give him more working room, Frank reached for the iPad when he saw her.

	He cursed, seeing the solitary figure on the park bench. He never took a chance if there was anyone about in case he was reported. Getting out of that situation would prove to be difficult.

	"Oh, pardon me, Officer. Why no, I didn't notice that my schlong was out and stiff as a railroad spike. Come to think of, that might explain the pre-cum on my hand."

	Nope, it would not go well at all.

	With a sigh, Frank set the iPad down, hoping the person would move on. As Frank looked more closely, he saw that it was a young girl; very young in fact. Since she was sitting, it was hard for Frank to judge her age, but she had to be younger than ten.

	The wind played with her short dark hair, making it flip a little on the top. A single white barrette on one side would soon lose its battle to keep that lock in place, too. Although she was wearing a bulky jacket a size or two too big, the kid had on a short skirt which looked like it would be terribly cold in this weather. 

	Scanning the park, Frank saw no one else. Since he was still reluctant to view his new video with a potential witness about, he figured he would at least get a close up of a little girl's bare legs. The sharp bite of the wind made his eyes water and Frank hunched his head down as he walked toward the bench. As he got closer, he could see how the wind tugged at the hem of the girl's skirt, showing him more of the smooth, pale white skin of her thighs. Frank was wondering if he could get a few stealth photos of her limbs (something he was quite accomplished at doing) when she looked up at him with eyes as dark as her hair. 

	"Hello," he said.

	"Hi," came the quiet reply.

	This conversation was growing lame in a hurry. Although the girl was shivering as she huddled in her jacket, Frank noticed a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead. Maybe the kid was sick. 

	"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, getting only a shrug in return.

	"Alright...My name's Frank. And yours is...?"

	"Annette."

	"Hello, Annette. Shouldn't you be in school? I'm guessing sixth grade?"

	Whenever he happened to be chatting with a little girl, Frank always and purposely overstated his guess on her age or grade. That always made girls happy when they thought an adult considered them older than they really were.

	"Third grade. I'm only eight," Annette replied, with no grateful smile for Frank's presumption of greater maturity. "There's something wrong the school's fire sprinklers or something like that. So they let us out. I missed my bus, so I'm walking home."

	Normally, Frank wouldn't dare to ask a child into his car, but they were alone and the kid really didn't look right. And despite his predilections, his intent was decent this time.

	"Look, it's a lousy day and you look like you're coming down with something. If you want, I'll give you a ride home."

	Annette looked at his car, still shivering, and then at Frank. With a weak smile, she nodded and stood. When she had taken one step, she halted suddenly, gasping and weaving on her feet. 

	"Whoa, that's not good. Let me carry you," Frank said as he darted back to the girl.

	Annette held her arms out and let Frank cradle her across his body with once hand behind her neck and the other under her knees. Balancing her that way, he managed to open the passenger side door and leaned in, letting Annette slide from his arms and onto the seat. With his lower hand, he could feel the silky flesh of Annette's thighs as she slid down, and then the cotton panties. Although the material didn't feel quite as nice as her skin, the spongy curve of the eight year-old's rump was a treat. 

	After closing Annette's door, Frank walked around the front to his side. It felt like his hand was throbbing from the memory of her body. When he got into the car, Annette handed him his iPad. Frank's stomach lurched at the thought that she might've seen the video, but then he remembered that he hadn't had a chance to pull it up, yet.

	"This was in the seat and I didn't want to sit on it," Annette explained.

	"Of course, thanks," a relieved Frank replied. He powered it down and tucked it into a case before putting it in the back seat.

	"Mr..." Annette began.

	"Frank. Just call me Frank."

	"Um, Frank, I'm sorry. I think I got your seat wet."

	What slight erection Frank had from his inadvertent feel under Annette's skirt wilted at her statement. He wasn't into piss or scat and then it occurred to him if an eight year-old was losing control of her bladder, she must really be sick. He was about to get his cell phone and ask her for a parent's phone number because she really needed some help.

	"I'd better take my panties off," she said, making Frank's hand freeze halfway to his pocket.

	Piss or no piss, he wasn't about to miss the chance of seeing some preteen snatch in person. But Annette was able to slide her panties off from under her skirt without getting Frank anywhere close to the Promised Land. The panties were white with red trim, presumably cotton, and landed with a wet flop on the floor of the car.

	Clenching his jaw to regain some control, Frank put his key in the ignition and was about to turn it when Annette spoke again.

	"Don't worry, Frank. It's not pee."

	"Huh?"

	Frank looked over as Annette took off her jacket and bunched between her and the door. Then she looked at him and raised her skirt.

	Frank stared at the soft, hairless bulge of Annette's prepubescent cunny, shiny with wetness. More clear fluid was dribbling from the girlish cleft. In his state of shock, it took Frank a moment to recognize that there was a thin wire trailing out of the slit and up to the waistband of the skirt. 

	Annette reached into the pocket sewn on the inside of her skirt, extracting a small rectangular box that was attached to the other end of the wire. She flicked a switch on the box and turned to look at Frank again.

	"Could you please help me take it out?" she asked in an innocent voice as she might have used to ask for a cookie. "My fingers get slippery and it's an awfully tight fit in there."

	Frank's dick was straining at his fly. He imagined his member having a tiny voice, screaming "Let me out!"

	Annette pulled her bald pussy lips apart, exposing the small pink opening where the wire was threaded into. Speechlessly, Frank reached for the wire and pulled. There was resistance as Annette's inner lips tried to stretch. Clamping the wire harder between his thumb and forefinger, Frank twisted it, trying to ease the hidden object from the girl's snatch. His fingers inadvertently grazed the child's clit, making Annette shiver and suddenly the object inside her moved. Frank kept pulling as Annette groaned loudly. With a slurpy pop, the egg-shaped object came free. 

	Frank knew it was a vibrator and this one was very big - a little thicker around the middle than his average-sized cock was. As it dripped with the child's cunny juices, Frank considered grabbing a taste.

	But was it proper etiquette to lick a vibrator after pulling it from somebody's twat? What would Miss Manners say? Somehow, Frank doubted that issue had ever been addressed.

	"It's making a mess," Annette said helpfully.

	That was all Frank needed to slurp the dripping thing clean, getting his first taste of preteen kiddy cunt. When he was done, Annette was pushing her skirt down her legs after already having removed her shirt. Now he had a horny eight year-old in his car in all of her naked glory (except her sneakers and socks) and he was positively frozen as to what to do next. Inside his mind, the imaginary cock voice screamed again.

	"Jesus Harry Christ! Do I have to unzip this thing myself down here? I'll bust out of this joint anyway I have to, damn it!"

	But Annette was already on the job. She leaned over and unbuckled Frank's belt as he watched with his mouth agape. After unbuttoning his pants, she drew the zipper down and reached into his shorts. Frank's grateful cock sprang free and Annette cooed as she stroked it and rubbed the head against her cheek. 

	Then the little girl opened wide and took him in her mouth. The suction began as soon as her lips closed around his shaft, accompanied by a swirling tongue that slid over his meat like a tiny, amorous snake. She placed one hand at the base of his prick, holding it steady even through her fingers were too small to reach all the way around. 

	With the man's cock held in place with her hand and mouth, Annette began bobbing up and down on him, taking a surprisingly long portion of his meat into her without any problem. She hummed as she did so, adding some vibration to Frank's ecstasy. She twisted her head her head as she moved, producing more sensation as her mouth moved in multiple directions around his cock.

	Just as Frank was nearing his release point, Annette abruptly stopped and pulled her mouth from him.

	"Don't cum, not yet," she said as she straightened up and swung a leg over his lap. "Help me."

	It was obvious what Annette was trying to do, so Frank took her by the waist and eased her dripping snatch over his prick. Her bald mound spread as his head went in and then flared out as he moved deeper. Despite the toy she had kept in there, she was still incredibly small and both he and the girl had to strain as he wedged his cock into the hot meaty tunnel.

	Annette was seated again and grunting loudly as she forced her way down onto Frank's cock. The slim eight year-old's body tightly gripped the adult invader that spread her pussy so tightly. Annette tilted her head back exhaled when Frank's glans crammed against her cervix. Then the little girl went straight to work, leaning forward and using her arms to press against Frank's chest, assisting her legs as she labored to slide up and down on his prick. Her cunt held him so tightly that even pulling up was a chore. But Annette persevered and eventually was riding Frank's dick at a pretty good clip.

	As the little girl squeezed and stroked his cock with her slick, undersized pussy, Frank found himself literally drooling. Through the thin skin between her vaginal canal and rectum, Frank could feel a series of small lumps that caressed the underside of his prick. Moving his hands to cup the child's beautifully sculpted ass cheeks, Frank found a string with a ring on the end dangling from between her buttocks. As he pulled at it, Annette grunted in protest.

	"Ungh! Not yet. I...ungh...I'll tell you when," she gasped.

	Frank was perfectly happy to oblige, playing with the little girl's ass while she wantonly stabbed herself on his cock over and over. Annette's pink nipples looked quite tasty as they appeared to be barely more than painted onto the pale skin of her flat chest. But she was moving too quickly for his mouth to do anything there. When he felt his balls beginning their climax, he tried to shift and remove some of the pressure so he could prolong this. But Annette was firmly in control and her pussy held him captive.

	Then she began to pant quickly.

	"Pull it out now. Hard! PLEEEEASE!"

	Frank took the ring and pulled on the string like it was a cord to his last chance, back-up parachute. The lumps moved inside the girl, further agitating her ass and pussy and Frank's cock as she screamed. Her anus dilated and closed in rapid succession as the anal beads were torn free. As Annette came with a ferocious climax, Frank's balls released a copious amount of semen that flooded the child's body.

	"Ohhhhh!" Annette groaned as her orgasm subsided and she leaned forward against Frank's chest, wonderfully spent.

	"You're good," she said as she buried her face in his shirt.

	"You were fantastic," Frank said in a daze.

	Annette giggled and raised her head.

	"I knew you were safe when you tried to help me. I like nice men."

	Then she shift lifted her gooey twat from his limp cock, rolling back over to the passenger seat. As Frank sat in a semi-dreamlike state, she pulled some napkins from a fast food place from one of her large jacket pockets and wiped herself clean. Only when she deposited some other napkins in Frank's lap did he stir. 

	Considering the wild interlude they had just experienced, Annette was remarkably calm as she took a clean pair of panties from the same pocket and put them on. At a loss for words, Frank set to work on his own crotch while Annette finished getting dressed and put her sex toys in a plastic bag and then into one of the coat pockets.

	"I hope you liked it," she said as she shrugged into her jacket. 

	"Does your mother know you do this?" he joked.

	"Of course she does," Annette said easily as she took a laminated business card from another jacket pocket and showed him.

	The card had a rainbow and a unicorn on it - typical things that little girls liked. The only writing was a phone number.

	"You can reach my mom there," Annette explained. "She books all my appointments - today was a just a free sample. She will discuss the rates and we offer discounts to repeat customers. I hope you'll be a repeat customer," she said with a sweet smile.

	Frank could only nod in response and Annette continued.

	"She can tell you about the options you have. I can be in all kinds of costumes - a devil, and angel, leather stuff, one of those Japanese schoolgirl outfits with a sailor shirt, and other stuff. And I can do anal, and lesbian. No bondage, though - mom's rules. 'Never let a client tie you up,' she says."

	"That makes sense," Frank managed to say. "Who do you do your lesbian stuff with?"

	"Women customers. Or with my mom or my little sister, Kylee, if a customer wants to see a show. Kylee's only four and mom only lets her do lezzie stuff for now 'cause she's too little for most cocks. Kylee likes getting licked and sucked and kissed all over, so doing stuff with her is easy. And she is so cute - especially when she cums! Last weekend, my mom let her go overnight with three women who are long-time customers. To hear Kylee say it, she didn't have a minute where someone didn't have her pussy in their mouth."

	"And you don't mind your mom renting you and Kylee out?"

	Annette looked at him in surprise.

	"No, why would I? She worked as a high-priced escort and loved it. And she still does some of that. That's why she's so good at managing my career."

	"Sounds like a good plan," Frank said as he reached for the business card.

	Annette reached down and picked up her wet panties from earlier and wrapped the card in them. Then she handed Frank the whole thing, still scented with her pussy dew. With a peck on the cheek, Annette let herself out of the car.

	Frank sat alone, fingering the moist cloth. It was smart that the card had been laminated. Then his watch beeped - it was time to head back to the office. Frank started the car and put it into gear, knowing he wouldn't be worth a damn at work for the rest of the day. He didn't care at all.





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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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