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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: waitingf.txt
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story_codes: MMM/g(10) semi-cons

story_intro: Ten year-old Leslie is painfully aware of how she doesn't fit in with the beautiful kids. She is fantasizing about meeting her pop star idol when she is discovered by three men who have some fantasies of their own. And unlike hers, theirs is about to come true. 

story_language: English





Waiting for a First Kiss

Written by madvlad


	Although only in the fifth grade, the four girls were quite fashionable. Their faces were aglow beneath their shiny, bouncing hair as they chattered with one another while walking down the hall. Beneath their skirts, their legs were nicely shaped, drawing the attention of more than one adult in the hall. Two of them had turned eleven and sported little bumps on their chests although these were modestly covered by training bras. One of their mothers was waiting outside in a minivan, ready to whisk them away from school for dinner and then a concert featuring teen pop sensation Stevie Darrow.

	A fifth girl followed close behind, joining them in their camaraderie if only in her imagination. Her second hand skirt and blouse the best her mother could afford. Her brunette hair was neither shiny nor bouncy, hanging down in limp strands that began the day tied in a ponytail but ended with much of it hanging loose. Her face was not exactly aglow, but her glasses, perched atop a nose that was a bit too thin, did reflect the light now and then.

	Leslie sighed as she stopped and watched the others exit. There was no concert for her tonight, but she did like to watch "Wheel of Fortune" on the small television set in the kitchen while she ate her dinner. Her mother would be at work on her second job. Leslie couldn't recall any of those four girls ever being mean to her, but she wondered if they even knew she existed. Probably not, she thought.

	Going into the girl's restroom, she had to duck around some ladders that had been erected before she graded herself poorly in the mirror for the untold thousandth time. Her pale legs were thin, not tanned and toned from soccer and gymnastics and ballet. And her chest, well, she was as flat as any boy her age. 

	Earlier that day, Leslie had been in a stall, unnoticed as the four friends compared panties they were wearing tonight. They had such slogans as 'Hot!' (complete with flames) and 'Naughty'. Leslie blushed at the idea of having anything like that on her well-worn cotton panties, especially right over her private area. That would be, well, naughty.

	Several times, Leslie heard the four other girls brag about who they had kissed - all of their partners being older boys in the sixth or seventh grade at the middle school. Leslie wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy. Standing before the mirror, she puckered up, leaning forward. Then she stopped as she saw herself.

	"Ugh!" she muttered, painfully reminded once again of her very un-movie star-like looks.

	Glancing at her hand, she paused. If she held two fingers together, it would sort of be like lips...

	"Check that shit out," Eric whispered as they watched the girl kissing her fingers. 

	With her eyes were closed and her mind on her fantasy, she hadn't noticed the contractors who had crept in. The three men were doing work on the school's sprinkler system and had been about to start work where they had set up in the girls' bathroom when they saw Leslie enter.

	This job was one they had been looking forward to working on. When they arrived in the afternoons, they always got an eyeful of sweet, preteen honeys. The four that Leslie had been walking behind were always fun to watch, although they had no trouble going younger. Those girls had been going to a Stevie Darrow concert and the men mused about what that must be like.

	"Rows and rows of little girls and their smooth little pussies, ripe for the picking," Gil had said, enviously. "If that Darrow punk had the right attitude, he'd be picking cherries every night."

	"Yep," Lee agreed. "Those little gals might act like they know about sex, but none of 'em really know what their baby cunts are good for."

	When Leslie didn't emerge, they quietly entered, wondering why the kid was taking so long. Maybe if they were lucky, they'd catch her in a stall with her panties down and her fingers between her legs, trying to figure out why she felt so good there. Of course, being the kind of guys they were, they'd be more than happy to help her.

	Instead, they found her practicing kissing. It was kind of hot to see this little kid trying it out, even if she looked kind of dorky.

	Lee shook his head as they watched. Maybe she was a swan waiting to blossom, but most likely, the kid wouldn't change much when she grew up. He could picture her in her mid-twenties, a mousy thing working in a sea of cubicles somewhere. Maybe one year at the company Christmas party, she'd get tipsy enough for the loser who pushed the mail cart around to get lucky and score. She'd wake up the next morning not remembering a thing until she saw the stains in her panties.

	Then again, maybe he and his pals could help her get a head start. 

	Loudly, he cleared his throat, making the girl whirl around. Redness bloomed in her pale cheeks when she found that she had been observed. She sputtered some apology and reached for her book bag when Lee stepped forward and eased her away. In the corner of his eye, he saw Eric make eye contact with him as he went to lock the bathroom door. 

	"I'm sorry," Leslie pleaded. "I didn't mean to be bad. I just..."

	"What's to be sorry for?" Lee asked amiably. "You're wondering what it's like to kiss a guy, right? It's perfectly natural, you know."

	"Um, yeah," Leslie said, staring hard at the tiling on the bathroom floor.

	"So who was the lucky guy in your dreams?" Eric asked. "Was it Gil?"

	Leslie looked at the man Eric was pointing to and blushed as she shook her head.

	"Aw, man. I never get the girl," Gil complained comically, drawing laughs from the other men. 

	Even Leslie managed a smile. She was still embarrassed, but they were being kind of funny about it.

	"Oh, wait a minute," Lee said as he held up a finger. "It's that guy who's performing tonight - Stevie Darrow. It's Stevie Darrow, right?"

	Leslie wouldn't answer but her blush deepened. The men laughed good-naturedly.

	"Aren't you going to the concert?" Gil asked. "You can dance to the music with your friends and all that."

	"Uh uh. It's too expensive," Leslie said morosely. "And I don't really have any friends."

	"Well, let's be friends," Eric said as he tapped the screen on his iPhone. "And I'll just download this..."

	After another minute, Eric started playing a Stevie Darrow song - the latest hit that was clogging the airwaves - from his phone. Lee and Gil clapped and urged Leslie to dance. The shy girl managed a few ungainly, shuffling steps before stopping.

	"Here, you need to relax. Try some of this," Gil said as he took out a flask of whiskey.

	When Leslie took a sniff, at the open container, she made a face and handed it back to him. Shaking his head at Gil's lame attempt, Lee opened his lunch cooler and extracted a can of Coke. He popped it open and, shielding his actions with his back turned, he took a little powder from a small envelope and tipped just a little of it into the beverage. 

	It was a variant of a date rape drug and he roughly figured the kid would need about half of what a woman would need. He made it even less than half as he didn't want her knocked out - just woozy. After opening a second can for himself, he handed Leslie the tainted one. 

	She meekly accepted it, joining him in a drink. She had about half the can empty when it fell from her suddenly clumsy fingers. 

	"Oh," she said as she gazed at the can while the brown, fizzy liquid drained onto the floor. 

	Her focus wasn't very good and Lee was glad she hadn't drunk anymore of the stuff. When the men urged her to dance again, she did so more willingly, putting a little more life in her moves which were still out of sync and sloppy. 

	While Gil danced with her in front, Eric did so from behind. Leslie giggled as she turned back and forth between the two men. When Gil raised his hand in the air, she did the same. Eric reached from behind and pulled her shirt up. Leslie stumbled as he managed to get it off of her head. 

	"Uhhh," Leslie mumbled as she unsuccessfully reached for her shirt.

	"It's okay, "Lee said. "A lot of ladies wind up topless at grown-up concerts."

	Leslie nodded, not quite understanding but not distressed about the upper half of her body suddenly being bare. But she let out of weak squawk of surprise when Gil knelt in front of her and grabbed a nipple in his front teeth, stretching it from her flat chest while his tongue whipped against it.

	"Whuuuh!" Leslie croaked at this strange stimulation.

	The girl looked stupidly at her body as another pair of hands (Eric's) unbuttoned her skirt. Hooking his thumbs in the weak elastic waistband of her panties, he pulled Leslie's skirt and underwear off, leaving her naked except for her socks and sneakers. Leslie was troubled - from within the fogginess of her mind, she knew she shouldn't be naked in front of men, but she couldn't think of a thing to say or do. Why did her chest feel so tight and hard where the man's mouth had been? He now moved to the other side and made her feel that way too over there.

	Lee impatiently motioned Gil away and stepped in front of the girl. Between her skinny thighs was the pale roundness of her mound, the bald labia pressed tightly together to form the dimpled slit. And it felt even better than it looked as he brushed his fingers against her flesh. All little girls were beautiful there.

	Leslie squirmed at this new touch. As Lee's fingers became more insistent in their exploration, she grew warmer there and kind of ticklish and achy at the same time. Lee grinned as he observed her reaction. Like he said earlier, girls like these didn't know what their precious little cunnies were good for. But this one was about to find out.

	Eric pulled her to the floor and Leslie seemed to liven up a little as her buttocks came in contact with the cold tile. She tried to struggle, but could do nothing as Eric held her arms and Lee knelt between her legs, lowering his pants. Staring uncomprehendingly at the thing jutting from his crotch, she felt the warmth between her own legs begin to liquefy as Lee renewed his fingering of her preteen twat.

	Lee took his fingers away and jammed his dick against Leslie's orifice. Her pliant girl flesh spread and pulled around his glans.

	"Hey little girl. You're gonna get to do something that all those spoiled brats at the concert won't get a chance to do."

	Unable to process too many things at once in her drugged brain, Leslie watched blankly as the man leaned between her outstretched legs, pressing against the place she remembered as being private. What was she going to get to do? She looked at the man with curiosity just as Eric pushed a hand against her mouth.

	Lee rammed with his hips spearing into the ten year-old's virgin snatch. As she was abruptly penetrated, Leslie's eyes became alert with the awareness that something very different was happening. A loud noise sounded behind Eric's hand, but he was also holding her jaws shut to reduce the volume. Leslie knew of a sharp pain in her privates and then felt something huge plowing deeper and deeper into her in a way she couldn't comprehend. It was compressing her surrounding parts as something else expanded.

	After shredding the little girl's hymen, Lee kept lurching into her, feeling the tender young cunt pressing around his meat as he forced it open. After a huge hard thrusts in and out, he got his rhythm, pounding the fifth grader's fresh pussy. Her small hole was slick as it stubbornly clung to his cock, clutching at it without hindering the movement of his prick. Looking down, he saw the girl staring back, her eyes cloudy with drugged confusion as her deflowered little twat became a man's plaything.

	She didn't move or respond to him with resistance or acceptance. But her tight cunny was wonderfully warm and gooey, gurgling fluids as his thick hardness tenderized it into submission.
Lee let the pressure build in his balls before he could hold back no more. For a long series of ejaculations, he flooded the girl's not-yet fertile body with sperm. In the recesses of her mind, Leslie registered the presence of this new liquid, but only lay on the floor of the elementary school bathroom as her initiation into sex was consummated.

	Lee pulled out of Leslie's cunt, kneeling as he survey's his work. Already, the girl's hairless mound had re-formed into its demure, innocent shape. But the oozing cum, laced with hymenal blood spoke of her loss of innocence as it dripped to the floor.

	Leslie was no more outwardly responsive as Gil and Eric worked their cock between her legs, plugging her childish sex with adult cock before filling it with jism. She was aware of everything but could not respond.

	She was still rather limp when Lee rolled her over and pulled her hips up. Pawing her rounded ass cheeks, he noted that she had a pretty good rear for a skinny young kid. As with many things happening to her, Leslie didn't understand why the man was mauling her bum and pulling her open.

	The answer came with a hard push that wrenched her anus open. Her eyes widened briefly at the intrusion and a sharp grunt escaped her lips. But then nothing more as her mind tried to process the buggering presence of a thick cock lancing deeply into her bowels. 

	Lee hammered the child's ass, using her small but shapely rump as a landing pad for his pelvis by the time he had opened her rectum enough for total penetration. Every time he was fully embedded in the snugness of her bottom, he could feel his balls smacking against the wetness of her tiny pussy as it continued to drain from its triple fucking. The insides of Leslie's thighs were streaked with blood and jism which she vaguely felt without knowing what those liquids were.

	Leslie's anal assault continued unabated, her knees bruising on the hard floor as the man rode her little ass for his pleasure. After thundering burst of hot semen drenched the child's virgin rectum, Lee yanked his prick out. The girl's asshole remained stretched open before starting to close. The cool air drifted against her innards, making Leslie wriggle her bottom in response to the odd stimulus.

	"Looks like she wants more dick back here," Gil laughed as he mounted the little girl.

	And he happily obliged, providing a second helping of meat in her rump. The ten year-old endured two more rounds of heavy cock-pounding in her ass before it was over. She remained in the same position with her butt in the air and her face pressed against the floor. Lee gripped her by the waist and squeezed. Thick gobs of cock cream emerged from her chaffed asshole, joining the mess that had already soiled her body below the waist.

	After the men washed up, Eric connected a hose to a spigot under the sink. They washed Leslie clean, more or less, not worrying about the water on the floor as there would be more by the time they were done with their sprinkler work anyway and they'd have to squeegee all of into a floor drain.

	As Eric and Lee helped the woozy girl back into her clothes, Gil leafed through Leslie's book bag until he found her address nicely printed (her handwriting was pretty, at least) in a notebook cover.

	"Leslie Banks," he read aloud before proceeding with her address, which was an apartment.

	"That's, what? A half mile from here at most?" Lee asked. "I guess our party girl walks, which is why she wasn't in a hurry to catch one of the buses."

	"You think she'll be okay to walk?" Eric asked skeptically as he watched Leslie still swaying slightly on her feet, looking dazed. 

	"Nah, we'd better drop her off in front of the building. She should be okay as the apartment's on the first floor, judging from the number. She could get to her apartment on autopilot from there.

	There was no one outside the building when they dropped her off. As they pulled away, Eric watched from a side view mirror as she slowly made her way to the door and disappeared inside. Then he burst out laughing.

	"What?" Lee asked from the driver's seat.

	"You know," Eric managed between more laughs. "After all that fucking she just took - she never did get her first real kiss!"



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