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It had been a while. Three, maybe four months since my last conquest. I know that may not seem like very long to some but to me it was an eternity. The last one had gone amazing until it didn’t. I got sloppy, full of myself. I got away, but it was way too close for comfort. The scare had pushed me into a period of self-reforming. I behaved myself as well as a man like me can behave. I lurked and fantasized but never acted, until I saw her. Long dark hair, that fell down to her mid back, olive skin, deep brown eyes, succulent red lips, and just enough baby fat clinging to her eight year old body to give her that filled in look around her stomach, hips and thighs. She was my walking kryptonite.
She was standing outside one of those kiddie gymnastic places, the parking lot of which was one of my favorite hangouts. She was wearing a white spaghetti strapped tank top and tight black shorts that went down to her mid-thigh. Both pieces of clothing hugged her body in all of the right ways. I watched her from the driver’s seat of my car as I ate my burger. I came to the parking lot often, to lurk, to fantasize. All of the little girls going in wearing tight, skimpy outfits. Of course the outfits weren’t made to be sexy, they were made to be functional but for me they checked both boxes. No one ever noticed me, or if they did I was never questioned. I’d park my car in a shaded spot just close enough to the building to where I could see the happenings out front, yet far enough away to go unnoticed. I never got out of my car, until I saw her.
I had very rarely seen a girl unattended. Most of these girls seemed to have the type of parent that would have a hissy fit, if their child wasn’t always within arm length. But this girl, who I had not seen before stood there just outside the entrance to the gym all on her own. The last class had ended a while ago and the next one had already begun so there wasn’t anybody milling about the outside of the building. It was lightning striking for me. I didn’t get many chances like these, not these days. Pushing better judgment to the side I exited the car. My cock giving a nervous lurch in my pants as I approached the young girl.
I made it look like I was simply throwing my burger wrapper and empty soda cup away in the trash can, to the left of the door to the gym. I smiled at the girl as I approached, she looked at me and her lips moved ever so slightly to return my smile. Tossing my trash into the can, I turned and scanned my surroundings. Not a soul in sight. This had to be a dream. Quickly I swooped, and picked the girl up in my arms, she flailed at first.
“Scream, and you die,” I whispered into her ear.
Her body stilled. I had never once had it this easy. I carried her to my car and dumped her into the back seat.
“Get under here,” I said, as I lifted the old blue blanket up off the ground behind the driver’s seat. “On the floor, don’t move the blanket unless I tell you to.”
The girl sniffled, her first sign of crying, as she listened to my instructions. I shut the door and quickly got in, starting the engine, and driving off before the girl could think to ask where we were going.
“You might be scared,” I said, as I drove down the road towards my house. “But I promise we’re going to have fun. A lot of fun. And if you’re a good girl, when we’re done, I’ll give you a ride home. I promise.”
It was an empty promise. One I had muttered thirty-three times, before. A promise I never fulfilled. Twenty minutes of silence later I was pulling into my garage. I turned off the car and shut the garage door, before getting out of the car. One nosey neighbor is all it would take to take me down.
“Come on, get out,” I said, my tone firm but not harsh, yet.
The girl followed my instruction again, emerging from the blanket and climbing out of the car. Without another word, I guided her by the shoulder into my house, through the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement.
My basement is quite plain. I haven’t turned it into any type of dungeon or sex room. It’s simple, a queen sized mattress on a simple frame, pushed up against the far wall, and a brown leather sofa pushed up along the wall adjacent to the bed. I guide the girl to the foot of the bed and have her take a seat.
“What’s your name?” I ask as I kneel in front of her.
“Sophie,” she sniffles.
I look into her face, fear written all over it, her eyes red from crying, tear stains running down both her cheeks. My cock twitched in my pants.
“Sophie, that’s a very pretty name,” I said, as a warm smile spread across my face. “I’m Brad,” I lie. “I know you’re scared, Sophie, and probably confused. But if you keep doing what I tell you, I won’t hurt you. Okay?”
Sophie nods her head slowly. I can’t tell if she believes me, in the end it doesn’t really matter if she does, but for the moment I want her to.
“Now, Sophie,” I say as I put my right hand on the child’s left knee. Her skin is so soft and warm, I feel my pants get even tighter around my cock. “I think you’re a very pretty girl,” I continue as I move my hand from her knee to the middle of her thigh. “So, very pretty. And sexy too. Have you ever been called that before? Sexy?”
Sophie shakes her head that she hasn’t. I smile at her, as I move my left hand from my knee to the spaghetti strap resting on Sophie’s right shoulder.
“Well I think you’re a very sexy girl,” I said, as I pull the spaghetti strap down over her shoulder and let it rest half way down the top of her arm.
The move is subtle, but a sign of things to come. Sophie may know about sex, or she may be totally naïve to it, but she knows this is different, not normal. I know she can sense something is going to happen to her that shouldn’t. The moments before the first violation are the most precious to me. I knew next to nothing about Sophie other than her name, but I could tell she was pure, innocent. Her innocence clinging on with every inch of fortitude it could muster in the seconds before I would rip it away from her.
Sophie’s body reacted to the feel of my finger tips tracing the outline of her collar bone. A shiver, the first of many unwanted touches. I smiled at her as my fingers traced up the side of her neck, before finding the bottom of her chin. The child didn’t return my smile, but she did look me square in the face, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I want my Mom,” Sophie said, suddenly, her voice soft, and hushed.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I said, as I brought my face inches from hers. “It’s just you and me for the next little while.”
“But…”
Sophie started to protest but was quickly muted by my lips on hers. Her first kiss, no doubt. If she were to reach adulthood, and somebody asked her about her first kiss, I would be who she thought of. My cock pulsed at the thought. I placed my hand on the back of her head to hold it in place as my tongue roughly explored the confines of her small, wet mouth. She tasted so good, so pure, so sweet. I could feel her trying to pull away, from me, but she was no match for my size or strength. I laced my fingers through her long black hair, and pulled back roughly. I stood as I broke the kiss, leaning over the child, who I was forcing to look up at me.
“Good girls don’t argue,” I said softly, as I pulled Sofie’s hair. “Good girls also don’t get punished. But bad girls do argue, and they get punished for it. And I promise you, if you’re a bad girl for me, you will not like the punishment it brings. So, you keep being a good girl. And show me more of your sexy little body. Take off your shirt for me sweetie.”
Sophie blinked a couple of times, her young mind clearly struggling to process everything it had just heard. I could tell Sophie was a good girl, she probably hadn’t disobeyed an adult in her short life. I wondered for a brief second if she was about to start pushing back, but she didn’t. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the girl pull the tight white tank top up over her head, revealing more of her luscious olive skin. I helped Sophie pull small shirt off her arms, and then let the garment fall to the floor.
“Lay back,” I instructed as I put my hand gently on the middle of Sophie’s chest.
Sophie looked up at me her brown eyes, searching me. She, I am sure, already classified me as a “bad man.” But just how bad was I? She would soon find out.
Sophie followed my instruction, laying back on the bed, with her legs still hanging off the end of the mattress. I looked down at her. She was staring up at the ceiling, eyes blinking slowly. Her little hands were gripping the bare thread blue sheets that covered the mattress. She was nervous, scared, I liked that. I took in the sight of her bare torso, small dark nipples dotting either side of her chest. One day, perhaps, her chest would fill out with luscious breasts. But for now, it was mostly flat, just two small round collections of baby fat underneath those two dots. Her stomach protruded just slightly out from the rest of her body. She was full, but not fat, with the cutest belly button I had seen in a long time. My tongue darted out between my lips as I lowered my face down towards her stomach and that belly button.
That is where I began to kiss, right on her naval, my tongue darting in ever so slightly. I could feel Sophie’s abdominal muscles tighten as she drew in a rush of air from my touch. The softness of her skin sent me into overdrive, as my hands held her wrists to the mattress. I continued to kiss and licked at her naval and stomach for several minutes before working my way up to her tiny nipples. Which I licked and nibbled, eliciting soft grunting sounds from the child underneath me.
“You like this?” I whispered into Sophie’s ear after I had kissed my way up her neck. “You like the way I’m kissing your sexy little body?”
Sophie shook her head, no.
“Well then, you should probably learn to like it,” I chuckled. “Because I’m going to be doing it a lot,” I whispered right into her ear before gently nibbling on her earlobe.
Sophie began to cry harder, as I kissed my back down her torso. Her body shook slightly underneath my lips as I found my way to the waistband of her small black shorts.
“That’s right, baby girl, I’m going to kiss you all over,” I said in a hush tone as I forced my face between the child’s thighs and began to make out with her pussy through the thin black shorts.
My senses were overcome with the heady scent and taste of the girls crotch. She had been sweating during her time at the gym. It had left her skin tasting salty which I loved, it had also caused the crotch of her shorts to have just a hint of musk mixed with the slightest flavor of piss. My cock lurched in my pants as I took in the aroma and taste of little girl through those black shorts. I had let go of Sophie’s wrists and placed both of my hands on her hips, holding her body down to the bed as I assaulted her cunt through her shorts with my tongue. Sophie squealed, s mixture of crying and sexual arousal, as she felt a mouth between her thighs for the first time. Her little hands grabbed at my hair, which only served to drive me harder.
“I know you like this,” I said, with a lewd smile as I looked up at her from between her thighs. “You’re going to be my little slut, in no time,” I chuckled, as I pushed my fingertips between, Sophie’s soft flesh and the waistband of her pants. “Now, I need to see all of my little slut!” I whispered as I began to peel her shorts and underwear away from her body.
I looked up at Sophie’s face, her head was propped up just enough so she could look down the length of her torso. She was watching me remove her final bits of clothing from her body. I watched her face as I pulled her pants down to her ankles. The tears had stopped flowing from her eyes, for now, but the look of fear remained. My eyes scanned down her torso, taking in the sight of her pure, soft skin, the redness cause by the stubble of my facial hair still visible around her nipples and naval. As I pulled her pants off her feet and let them fall to the floor, my focus shifted to her hairless mound. Soft pink lips, peeking out from between her soft thighs. I could feel my boxers dampening with more precum as I spread Sophies, legs wider apart to get a better view of her treasure.
“Such a sexy girl,” I whispered, as I moved my face in towards virgin pussy.
I took in her scent, once more as I nuzzled my nose between her folds. I could feel Sophie trying to pull her legs back together, but her efforts were no match for the force my hands were exerting on her small thighs to keep them spread.
“Be a good girl, for me, baby,” I moaned into her groin as I rubbed my nose up and down her fold, taking in her essence. “This is what little girls like you are made for.”
With that last statement I moved my mouth over her mound and gently parted her lips with my tongue. My tastebuds exploded with Sophie’s taste. Salty and pure, perfect little girl cunt. I moaned loudly, as my tongue worked it’s way down from her small pleasure button to her hole then back up. Lapping up her taste, I worked her cunt with my tongue like a man possessed. Sophie began to whimper, I was making her feel good, but the new sensations were scaring her. I had seen it so many times before with previous conquests. Those moments as I steal a child’s innocence away with my tongue are my favorite.
“You taste wonderful, baby slut,” I tell Sophie, saying my new name for her for the first time, as I come up for a breath. “We’re going to have so much fun together, I promise!’
With that, I start an assault on the child’s clit with my tongue. Soft strokes at first, quickly building to rapid short stabs at her immature pleasure button. Soon I bring my right index finger to her small entrance and tease it ever so slightly. I can feel Sophie’s body tensing underneath me. I push my finger into her virgin hole, gently, relishing in the warmth and tightness it offers. It’s a way of teasing myself. A preview of what my cock will be feeling soon.
I work my tongue harder on Sophies clit, as I feel her breathing quicken, and her body tense more. Can I make the child cum? I wonder as I press my finger just slightly further into her virgin tunnel. Soon I get my answer. Sophie’s head falls back to the bed, her legs, splay out to the sides, around me as she whimpers towards the ceiling.
“There we go,” I say as I gently pull my finger from her cunt and begin to softly kiss my way up her stomach. “My baby slut’s first cum,” I smile as I lean over her flushed face. She looks up at me, a dazed, glazed over look in her brown eyes. “You’re going to be a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” I ask before kissing her hard on the mouth, pushing my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. “And to think, we’re only just starting,” I add, before standing up to remove my clothes.
To Be Continued…