“The Shopping Mall”
It's a nice day outside for mid December. I decided to go with Goldie's recommendation, and put on a set of loose fitting boxers, baggy athletic shorts, and a long sleeve t-shirt. I amble over to the closet by the Fourier, and get a couple of sweat shirts. The small blue one for Goldie, and a dark gray for me.
I walk back to the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the counter stools. From this spot, I can keep a wary eye on the door to the guest bathroom. Any minute now that crazy, preteen, blonde minx will pop out that door, and want to go shopping.
Sure enough... I don't have long to wait, before Goldie saunters out of the bathroom, fully dressed in her new pair of blue jeans, and one of the t-shirts I bought at K-mart. She smiles demurely, and walks over to give me a hug around the waist.
Goldie raises her head, “I'm ready Papa Bear!” she giggles happily. I motion her toward the back door, and the garage.
Goldie's first view of the Jeep is accompanied by an instant whistle of approval. She evidently likes the 4 inch 'lift kit' on my Jeep.
“Nice Papa Bear. Later when things settle down. We should take the top off, grab Teddy, and go do some off-roading. Maybe if you guys get bored driving down dusty dirt roads, you can take turns fucking me in the back of this super nice Jeep.” she lewdly suggests.
I smile happily, knowing she's just included my son in our depraved sexual relationship. Once Teddy gets past his fear of girls... he will be up to his ass in willing tweeny pussy. Honey and I often go with Teddy to his school event, and every time, Teddy is the center of attention. Packs of willing teenage pussy, always stop us, and talk with Honey and me, just to get a little Teddy time. I'll give Goldie a week before, she has him following her around like a lost puppy.
Goldie watches me use the grab iron to pull myself up, and into the Jeep. Lifted vehicles aren't the easiest thing to get into unless you've done it before. Especially those that don't have those fancy hydraulic rock guards. This Jeep is for the purest out there. It has plenty of bells and whistles, but none of that expensive crap that gets damaged on a rough 4 X 4 trail. I click my seat belts into the buckle, and enjoy watching Goldie spring into the Jeep like a pro.
She gets her belt on, while I back out of the garage, and head down the drive towards the nearest mall. This is a great mall, very good anchor stores, and lots of smaller businesses to keep the foot traffic happy.
As we park in the Macy's lot, I suddenly realize how inexperienced I'm in girls, or women shopping habits. Not having a daughter, I never learned the ins and outs of female shopping methods, or lack of methods. I never go shopping with my wife Honey. That would be, aaaah,......like crazily awkward, and probably grounds for divorce. Honey is the shopaholic in our family. She shops for all of us, and for the most part, does a very good job.
We slide our asses out of the Jeep, and walk hand in hand inside. Goldie is in seventh heaven. She darts about like a little girl who hasn't had much in life. I simply let her go wherever she wants. We wander around getting the lay of the land, and doing some in store window shopping.
After her initial excitement, Goldie finally gets started in the girls underwear department. I think we can safely throw away her one pair of old panties. She's like a kid in a candy store. She gets one, or two of everything, different colors, styles, you know... everything. She wants to pick something racy... like a black lace number just for me. But there's just not much demand for black lace undies that fit a narrow hipped, preteen, blonde hottie. All in all, she still buys a shit load of underwear. Finishing up with panties, we are ready to assault the next department... bras.
Same for bras, mostly training, but a few with little 'AA' cups. Like the panties, there is nothing racy available for a ten-year-old... imagine that! Not that it really matters what she wears when we get home. I'm sure I will get a private modeling session, or for even more fun, maybe I will get to peel whatever she's wearing off that hot little body.
I keep up with her hurried shopping, by paying for things as we go. While standing in yet another check-out line, I finally remember to ask, “Hey, Princess! Do you by any chance happen to have anything official, like say a birth certificate, or child custody document?”
Goldie smiles, and then thumps the side of her head, “Shit Papa Bear. My backpack is still under the bush. Mom always made me carry it, even on a 'porch pirate' run. It has my school records, a notarized copy of my birth certificate, and a blank child custody document signed by her. Just in case we got separated, or in this case abandoned by the stupid bitch!” she states emotionally, her voice cracking.
Tearing up she turns away from me, “Thanks Goldie. When we get home, I'll need you to get your backpack for me. I'll use your originals to forge some new documents. Nothing we can't change later. I want to make it difficult to find you, just in case someone bad comes looking for you. Okay!” I tell her, putting my arm around her, and giving her a quick hug.
Goldie takes a few minutes to come out of her funk, but shopping for new clothes does the trick. Macy's has a large selection of 'Private' school uniforms. Goldie and I, making a stop at the uniform department. Goldie's is quickly measured, and we order enough outfits to get her thought a week, or so of school.
Our final stop in Macy's is the 'little miss' department. Goldie quickly picks up a few blouses, and some casual tee's. The dress racks are more of a challenge. Two sundresses, three short pleated numbers, and several longer layered dresses later, we head to the dressing room.
I'm not sure if this is action time, or not. Goldie looks into the dressing rooms, and shakes her head at me. Walking up, I look in to see the bottom third of the doors are missing.
She looks over smiling at the disappointment written on my face. Not phased in the least, Goldie gathers up the short pleated dresses, a tank top tee, and a couple of dark blouses. Going into the first empty room, Goldie emerges a few minutes later wearing a short pleated red dress, a black tank top with a knot tied in front, ankle socks, and her sorta clean athletic shoes. She looks great, her long shapely legs displayed in all their perfection, and the knot in the tank top exposes the pale white skin around her narrow waist, and belly button.
We finish and walk up to an empty check-out. Goldie hands me the tags from her new clothing, and the cashier smiles her thanks. Laughing to myself, “What happens if Honey doesn't buy into my Goldie deal. Shit, I'll have to go buy her a couple of large suitcases, before I can toss her sorry ass under the bush again.”
We wrap things up at Macy's, then make brief stops at Hollister for jeans, Lady Foot Locker for shoes, and Kohl's for casual shorts.
We decided to take our shopping bag back to the Jeep, before continuing our shopping spree. Ten minutes later we walked back into the mall, ready to shop some more.
Goldie looks at me, “I hungry Papa Bear! Can we get some lunch at the food court.” she asked sweetly.
I'm hungry myself, so we walk hand in hand to the food court. Starting with smoothies, we finally settle on Chinese. We find a nice isolated table behind some plants, where there's a little privacy, and sit down. Goldie eats one handed, while playing with my semi hard dick with the other.
She's having trouble getting to my cock without being too obvious. Goldie finally settles for rubbing it through two layers of cloth. I smile eating my Chinese food, and enjoying Goldie's attempts to get me hard. Frustrated at her lack of progress, she gives up, and finishes her Pineapple Pork.
Throwing our trash away, we walk toward the last store for today... Dick's Sporting Goods.
Goldie and I walk along the mall taking our time, while holding hands. So far doing lots of window shopping is not so bad. It must be the little blonde distraction walking besides me.
Before we get to Dick's, Goldie spots a kiosk cart with sunglasses, and women's accessory bags. I spend the next 15 minutes trying not to lose it with ten-year-old Goldie. She finally decides on a nice set of Maui Jim's, and a small black accessory bag with a 'skull and crossbones' on the flap. Smiling at her sense of humor, I pay for everything.
Cool shades on, accessory bag bouncing on her narrow hip, Goldie takes my hand, and down the long Mall gallery we continue. Dick's is only a few stores away, when I spot a 'Mastercuts' hair salon.
I point at the hair salon knowing we need to change Goldie's look... just in case. Goldie walks up to the counter, and talks with the receptionist. A few minutes later she is talking with one of the Stylists, and looking through hair style books. Settling on a short hair tapered Bob, the Stylist is soon cutting away. I hate to see all of her beautiful blonde hair laying on the floor.
Goldie is watching me intently, but doesn't seem to mind that her hair is now laying on the dirty floor. Smiling, she winks at me. Maybe a little hair loss is a good trade for anonymity. I sure hope so... At any rate, it's too late now.
The Stylist finishes Goldie's hair. She stands slowly, does a quick twirl, and walks over to me looking 3 to 4 years older. Mission accomplished, this version of Goldie is unrecognizable as the dirty little girl on my porch. This hotter, more mature Goldie Loche version, is making my dick hard just looking at her.
As nonchalantly as possible, Goldie walks up, and standing to tippie toes gives me a 'Best Daddy Ever' peck on the cheek. Hidden from everyone, Goldie gives my stiffening rod a loving squeeze through my athletic shorts.
Stepping back, “So, Daddy how do you like my new haircut?” she asks with everyone in the saloon smiling at her playful antics.
I stand there motionless, waiting for my cock to deflate. Luckily, the reception counter is blocking the view below my waist. Only the receptionist can see my cock tent, but Goldie is keeping her busy talking about her new hair style.
Goldie gives me enough time to deflate, and pay for her new short hair style. Happy as a clam, we finally get to Dick's.
We quickly head to the junior sports clothing. Goldie spends a few minutes picking out several pairs of exercise leggings, and matching tight fitting tops. Satisfied she has what she needs, we weave a serpentine course through the various clothing racks, on our way to the fitting rooms.
Goldie looks around, pointing to the surveillance camera above the fitting room entrance. She's definitely an expert in surveillance cameras and coverage angles. My hand in hers, she leads me around the corner of the fitting room.
Stopping at a nearby rack, Goldie speaks up, “Okay... the fitting rooms have full length doors, and the camera has a blind spot along the wall. I'll go in first, and make sure the coast is clear. When I whistle, walk along the wall, and come into the first open door. I'll be inside Papa Bear. Don't keep me waiting too long!”
Goldie, smiling impishly, walks up besides me grabbing my ass on the way by. Giggling, she scampers off towards the fitting rooms. Watching her adorable little butt, Goldie makes sure to wiggle it provocatively the whole way.
Disappearing from sight, I wait impatiently for her signal. Her fake bird call catches me by surprise. I quickly realize my mistake, and walk rapidly towards the fitting rooms along the wall.
Goldie is peeking out from the 2nd door on the left, an antsy frown adorning her beautiful face.
“Hurry the fuck up, Papa Sloth. Move your fat ass before someone comes along!” she scolds anxiously.
I simply love the 'Sloth' remark. We both take one last look around, before I duck into the fitting room with Goldie. Goldie quickly closes the door behind me, and locks it with silent finality.
I take a quick look around, and see Goldie's white panties laying discarded beneath the wooden bench. She wraps her arms around my waist, and hugs me from behind. Turning, I gather her to me. Our bodies pressed together, her arms now around my neck. Our lips meet in a steamy passion filled kiss. I reach behind her lifting the hem of her red pleated dress. Goldie coos contentedly, when I grab a firm pantie less buttock in each hand. Kneading the smooth white flesh, I pull her against my thigh.
My dick is already hard, and waiting for Goldie's oral warm up. I'm about to get myself some preteen nookie in the fitting room of Dick's Sporting Goods. Goldie's right hand drops from around my neck. She quickly lifts the bottom of my t-shirt, and snakes her hand in between my lower abdomen and boxers.
I moan expectantly, as Goldie's small hand runs along the length to hard cock. Goldie, satisfied with my hardness, gives my throbbing manhood a fleeting squeeze. Smiling playfully, she takes her hand out of my pants. She quickly kneels in front of me, reaches up, and being careful not to snag my cock, pulls my basketball shorts / undies down around my ankles.
Free of the cloth coffin, my dick bobs away with a manly, testosterone based enthusiasm. Its brainless, one eyed head, waits to be surrounded in the seething wet perfection of Goldie's adorable mouth.
Goldie's eyes gleam wickedly in the bright light of the changing room. Her hand trembling with anticipation, reaches up to encircle the thick cock throbbing between my legs. I exhale heavily, moaning with delight at Goldie's titillating touch. Goldie's lust filled blue eyes look up at me, with a deep wanton longing. Smiling hungrily, I wait for her to pleasure me. She slowly opens her mouth wide, and never breaking eye contact, slides my large purplish colored Glans into the warm embrace of her mouth.
Her blue eyes sparkling brightly with carnal intent, Goldie begins to suck my dick. My dick blissfully enfolded in the silky moist confines of Goldie's mouth, is being suckled with her usual unbridled enthusiasm. My loins soon ache with the growing need for release, building, ever building with each pleasurable trip her mouth makes up and down the torrid length of my cock.
My cock, thickly coated with her mucus, and saliva is ready for her tight little pussy. Goldie sensing my approaching climax, slows her oral manipulations, and pulls me out of her mouth.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiles, “Not yet Papa Bear! You need to fuck me first. Do you want to leave this load of creamy hot porridge inside me, or give me another deep throat feeding?” she asks heatedly.
I decided to play along, “Actually, I thought I would ejaculate all over the floor, or maybe shoot my wad on the walls.” I tease back.
Her eyes darkening, “No fucking way! You either pump me full of cum, or feed it to me. You're such an asshole, you know that.” she berates me noisily.
Smiling evilly, “Deep throat, with a bit of a pause at the end!” I counter playfully.
Goldie, a little dejectedly, “OK, but that's not my favorite, shit for brains!!! Now fuck me!!”
Goldie turns around, and bending over, puts her hands on the bench. I step forward, accepting her lewd invitation, and lift her red pleated dress up, exposing the smooth white skin perfection of her tiny ass. Goldie quickly spreads her legs, giving me easy access to her swollen blood infused hairless cunt.
Her tiny pussy lips spread ever so slightly, are dripping wet with her arousal (no surprise there). I step closer, and taking my cock in hand, get ready to mount this lovely blonde haired 'cum dumpster'. Spreading her outer lips with the head of my cock, Goldie purrs contentedly enjoying the pleasurable contact.
I easily find her vaginal opening, and pushing the soft spongy tip into her fleshy concentric entrance, I thoroughly enjoy the momentary kiss like embrace, between cock and her prepubescent pussy.
Goldie looks back at me, glazed eye beckoning me to penetrate her tight cunt, and as requested, fuck her senseless. I simply can't wait any longer, my poor old cock is aching for release. Gripping her narrow hips, I begin to push forward, while Goldie, hands on the walls, pushes backwards. I watch mesmerized, as my massive cock slowly penetrates into her tiny tight lipped pussy.
I happily slide into Goldie's preteen cunt with much less resistance. Our sexual encounter this morning has loosened her up... just enough! Goldie forces me deep into the fleshy warmth of her young pussy. Six, fun filled inches later, I'm butted up against her cervical opening. Goldie's grunt of pain, is the signal I've been waiting for. I pull out of her tight clasping cunt, and with my hands holding her narrow bony hips, slide back in, noting the wet mark on my shaft. Stopping just short of the wet mark, I can just feel her cervix with the spongy tip of my dick. I don't want to hurt Goldie, so I start to fuck her using the wet mark as my penetration limit.
Goldie and I are just settling into a nice steady mind blowing (nearing climatic) rhythm, when we both mistime my spearing penetration. We both meet against her unyielding cervix, hard cock colliding painfully with a thick rubbery wall of cervical muscle. Goldie's painful scream echoes briefly within the fitting room.
We both pause fearing detection, listening intently, we both exhale softly in a collective sigh of relief. Pulling out of her, I take a look at the head of my cock. I don't see any blood, so I don't think I've torn anything inside her immature vagina. She'll probably be sore for a few days, but I'm pretty sure Goldie will want to finish up... before going home.
I desperately want back inside Goldie's tight little snatch. I take my cock, and gently push back into her. Holding her breath, Goldie sighs with relief when I'm back inside, and she's still pain free.
I nudge my cock forward, until I hear a sharp painful moan from Goldie. “Careful Papa Bear, it's sore now.” she cautions sharply.
I look down and smile, “Okay Princess, sorry about that!” I apologize sincerely.
As I begin to pull out, someone starts banging on the door. In a big booming voice, “Okay, kids. Playtime is over. I need you to open the door, and leave the store immediately. I'll give you 30 seconds, and then I'm calling security. I'm sure your parents will be more than happy to pick you up at the security office. You can explain your actions to them.”, pausing the voice continues, “One... two... three... ” he starts slowly counting.
I'm frozen in place, but not Goldie. She springs into action, “Papa Bear... Max, you need to fucking wake up. Call the store, and ask to talk with the 'Ladies Apparel' manager. That's probably him outside our door. Hurry, or we're fucking busted!” she hastily instructs gathering up her outfits.
I snap out of it, and turn on my phone, “Siri, call Dick's Sporting Goods in the Coronado Mall!” I wait as the phone starts to ring.
“Hello Dick's. How may I direct your call.” someone answers.
“Hi, this is Harold Black. I need to speak with the manager of the 'Ladies Apparel', I have a complaint about one of his sales associates hitting on my thirteen year old daughter.” I briskly convey.
“uuumm, Sorry Mr. Black. Let me contact that manager for you. Please hold!” they excitedly conclude.
“twenty-six, twenty... ” he stops counting as the speaker announces.
“Mr. Stevenson, customer on line 3. It's a rush!” the loud speaker blares.
Mr. Stevenson leaves with a parting warning, “You two better be long gone when I get back, or else. Damn kids, I hate those full length doors.” he mumbles as he walks away.
We wait tensely for a few more seconds, and then Goldie opens the door. She takes a quick look around, before signaling the coast is clear.
She turns towards me, giggling out loud, “Aaah, before we go Papa Bear, you might want to pull up your shorts.” Goldie looking down, sighing in disappointment, “Shit, now you're all soft again. I'll take care of that under fed boner in a few minutes! He just needs to finish unloading in my preteen pussy!” she purrs undaunted by our predicament.
I reach down, and pull my shorts over my semi hard, slim coated cock. Goldie gives me a quick knowing smile, motions for me to follow her rapidly departing figure. We slow down a little, when we round the corner. Stopping at the nearest rack, we collect ourselves, before walking toward the front of the store and the cashier.
Our shopping finished, Goldie takes me by the hand, and leads me dejectedly
towards the Jeep. Goldie is walking along slowly, I'm sure trying to let me calm down from our 'near miss' in Dick's. About halfway to the Jeep, Goldie turns left, and leads me towards the restrooms. She takes a look behind us, and seeing no one in sight, opens the door into the 'family' restroom. I barely get my mouth open to protest, before she drags me inside, locking the door.
It would appear that Goldie still needs a heaping helping of Papa Bear's hot, and creamy porridge before going home.
I'm not quite ready after our close call at Dick's, but Goldie soon has my complete attention. She wastes no time in pulling my shorts back down exposing my rather pathetic looking dick. No need to help much, as she hastily gets my shorts off my feet, and kneels in front of me. I presently feel that wonderful old blaze stirring between my legs again, when Goldie takes me into her mouth again. She has me rock hard, and ready to go in a few minutes. Goldie is one, mighty fine, cock sucking little slut.
I'm not sure how long I can last this time. The storage ducts around my prostate are already full from Dick's near orgasm. Goldie takes me out of her mouth, “It's okay Papa Bear. You can throat me if you want, or fuck me some more?” she provides encouragingly.
I reach down for her, and bring her up into my arms. Our kiss is short, sweet and heated. Goldie pushes me back to the toilet, where I sit down heavily. My cock pointing menacingly upward, waits impatiently for Goldie's ten-year-old pussy.
Goldie throws her leg over my lap, centers her small love hole above my cock, and lowers herself down. Goldie reaching between her spread legs finds my throbbing member, and using her hand guides me to her vaginal opening. She sits down slowly, taking my thick love muscle into her ultra wet pussy. Purring gleefully, her ass finally comes to rest on my thighs. She has most of her allowable 6 inch inside, but my cock is not touching her sore cervix.
Perfectly happy, she coils her arms around my neck, and brings her lips to mine. Goldie rocks her pelvis up experimentally, pulling off my dick, and then back, pushing me inside again.
She coos happily, instantly liking this self penetrating stroke. She looks at me, “How's that Papa Bear?” she asks, giving me a knowing kiss on the lips.
Her infectious smile is alluring, “It feels great Princess. Now fuck me, bitch! We need to head home soon. We don't want to miss Mama Bear and Baby Bear, when they get back!” I warn her.
Goldie takes a few more practice strokes, then begins to increase her tempo, and pelvic arc. She is presently fucking me with long smooth strokes. The pressure from each pelvic stroke is bringing me rapidly to a totally satisfying climax. I'm also certain that Goldie is following close behind me, and building to her own orgasmic release.
Using my hands to push down on her hips, helps my dick to penetrate a little deeper. Every few strokes, the head of my cock brushes against her sore cervix, giving Goldie an exponential jolt of painful pleasure. We soon start our orgasmic ride of erotic pleasure at nearly the same time. I'm unable to pull out of her pussy, as her orgasmic spasms take her on a muscle numbing ride of sexual bliss.
I have no choice but to simply unload my sperm rich spunk into her preteen womb. My first powerful blast of cum forces its way through the small opening in her preteen cervix, instantly filling her small womb. As Goldie's orgasm continues to hammer her young body, I'm unable to move much beneath her. I simply hold her down firmly on my spewing cock, while I continue to spurt load, after happy ending load, deep into her young pussy. Filled to the brim with dick and cum, Goldie's overflowing cunt quickly begins to leak her vaginal arousal, lots and lots of my cum, and a small amount of her orgasmic fluids. The combination of gooey body fluids flows snail like, down across my balls dropping into the toilet beneath my ass.
Goldie's orgasm slowly wanes to a few muscles tremors, when she opens her glazed eyes to look lovingly into mine.
“Thanks Papa Bear. That was very nice. I really liked getting fucked in that position. I especially enjoyed fucking you for a change!” she confides happily.
Goldie gives me a quick kiss, swings her leg to one side, and stands up. My limp dick slides uselessly from her cunt, as she hops off my fluid saturated lap. She looks down miserably, when my cum begins to ooze from her well fucked little cunt, and sluggishly trickle down both legs. She quickly scopes up a pearly white glob of spunk from between her legs, but wrinkles her nose after tasting it.
“Yuck, that's not nearly as good as the fresh stuff. Papa Bear, I hope you can give me one last load, before the rest of the Bears come home from Grandma's house.” she complains morosely.
I shake my head at the little blonde haired slut, locked in the bathroom with me. “We'll see Princess. In lieu of anything else, let's get home, and get you settled into the spare bedroom. I also need to forge your new documents. You may have to wait.” I explained looking at the little miss 'frowny' face, and nearly laughing.
We take a few minutes to use the restroom, and clean up. Goldie watches in fascinated awe, at how far I can arc a stream of piss. I'm glad I was able to give her such a good demonstration without pissing on the floor. We'll still need a shower after all the fun we've been having, but that will have to wait until we're home.
Finished and ready to go, Goldie picks up her Dick's shopping bag, before cracking the door, and peeking out. She watches a few seconds, before opening the door to the family restroom. We walk out, and quickly turn left into the main mall gallery. Five minutes later we're driving home in the Jeep.
Our ride home is peacefully uneventful. Goldie is still beaming with excitement about all her new clothes, and the fun we had at the Shopping Mall. She babbles on the whole way home, just happy to have someone to talk with. She is very articulate and intelligent. I can hardly wait to see how Goldie, and Honey get along. It should be an extremely entertaining evening.
For the next part of this series, go to Goldie Locke Moves in with the Three Bears, Part Three: Goldie Meets Mama Bear