It had begun innocently enough four years before, when she was only three. Well, actually, not very innocently on my part, because I am who I am and was then the same person as today. I just had not imagined, either that day, or on into the future how things would proceed.
On that day, it had been one of her older cousin's birthday celebrations, and we'd gone to the place where they'd held it, which was not at their house, but at some kind of municipal place where residents could rent a hall for a larger gathering. I've always liked little girls, always, from as far back as I could remember. That was unchanged by this day, when I was in my mid-forties. My eyes always invited them in, and my arms never refused them, my lap always ready to accommodate any of their little bottoms so willing.
As the party wore on and as this little one began to tire, apparently, she found herself, not unsurprisingly, with me, sitting on my lap on a couch off to the side. She smelled so delicious, and the feel of her small soft hands, absently holding one or the other of mine, kept evoking images of their tiny fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock. These came in with my eyes closed or open. While I would indulge the visions for a second or two at a time, with my eyes close, I generally kept them as open as possible, so I could keep tabs on any suspicious (or jealous) eyes upon me and her elsewhere in the room. This is important, for if you are going to, or think you might, molest a little girl like this, you had to be very careful no one saw you, or you were finished for good.
So, you make sure you know at all times where everyone is and especially, where their attention might be. If you find someone surreptitiously eyeing you, you ought to take advantage of such things, and without them knowing you know, do things that are nothing like the things you really want to do. Make yourself appear as harmless as possible, that is. Even if you couldn't do what you really wanted to do, and maybe never would, there was always later, when you could resurrect every second while you jacked your cock, long and hard, until you blasted hot ropes of cum out on your hands, imagining they were her hands, or that you were fucking her little cunt, or tight little ass. It works. It's not the best, but it works, and no one goes to jail.
Nevertheless, sometimes you find yourself in a situation where you are positive, or at least as positive as you can be, that no one is onto you, much less surveying you, that through either cluelessness as to your type, or misplaced trust in you, personally, they see no harm in you sitting on the couch with a three year old in your lap, having your complete attention.
On this day, there were scattered moments just such as these, when I knew that so far as she and I went, we may as well have been alone. It was hard not to daydream, but at the same time, I had to make sure I didn't end up with a hard on that would confine me, perhaps inopportunely, to the couch - or worse, in a situation where she departed and I was left thusly exposed, so I was being careful to temper these daydreams, only just admitting a scrap at a time. A flash of her soft white hand wrapped around my cock, mine wrapped around it, pumping my cock, forcing the clear precum from its head, to run down over both of our sets of fingers. Me, gasping, "oh god, Ashley, yes, honey, just like that." Her, wide-eyed and grinning at the control she had, willingly licking the precum from her fingers when I brought them to her mouth. This, forcing inevitably, the idea of her soft warm wet toddler mouth at the head of my cock, suckling even more precum from its aching end.
You can see how such a thing can run away with itself, of course.
Oh god, especially to talk to the preteen in such tones, and with such words. "Suck it, angel, suck my hard cock, honey," her doing it, me breathing out in increasing pant, "oh god, fuck yes, baby, suck that fucking cock with that preteen mouth of yours, darling, suck it till I cum, honey."
But I seriously digress, here. Had I left my thoughts go on like that, there's no way I could have kept my eyes open to keep a lookout for those that weren't like me, or were like me, but were far more reserved, and thus jealous, and would take their jealously out in loud accusations, having their relief in seeing someone go down for that which they'd've loved to have themselves.
So I was reserved, and reserved and played these thoughts out later in the safety of my own place, sucking on the crotch of the panties I'd stolen from the laundry basket of her basement on another day, tasting her baby quim, jacking my cock hard with yet another pair of her size 3t panties, soaking them through with my ejaculate.
On the couch, though, I was a perfect gentleman, only stealing the occasional caress of her tiny bottom, which left hand would cover in its entirety on the travel down her back and across that bottom. When it seemed I could get away with it, I'd linger there, just cupping a single cheek, my index finger in the crack between each of those soft little cheeks. Perhaps just the tiniest squeeze, just enough to grasp her flesh and feel it in my hand without causing her to respond or wonder why. Although of course, as always, I wanted it all, that was enough, after all, for anything I'd need and take later. It made my heart race incredibly, and I often wondered if someone more in the know might see it banging against my chest.
It was in the winter, so her pants were little pink fleece things, tight enough in the back to pick up with the palm of my hand the lines of her baby panties, underneath, and tight enough in the front, especially after I would "adjust" them from the back, to show off her bulging little baby cunt, with its sweet little slit.
"I want to lick your little baby panties," I longed to whisper in her ear, "put my big fat cock between your soft little thighs, honey, pretend fuck you this way, and splash hot cum all over your hot little toddler ass."
That kind of thing could not be said, since one could not be sure, only three years old, or not, whether it might be repeated to someone else somewhere else. So it, along with the image of her lying on a bed on her tummy, pillow under it lifting her baby ass, waiting for all that hot cum.
What I was able to get away with that day, apparently, since nothing has ever come of it and it has been some four or five years since, are the bottom caresses I have mentioned, along with an occasional resituating of her body on my lap, where more than enough contact between my hands and the little triangle between her legs was afforded. I was also able to, unbeknownst to her, I assume, occasionally have her tiny hand actually resting on my half hard cock, through my jeans, but these were just moments at a time.
The other thing that was amazingly easy to get away with, once proper surveying precautions were taken, was to slip my right hand up under her top, my hand against her tummy, and then drifting up and taking in with my fingertips, each of her little nipples. I played my fingertips across each of these, pretending it was a rather absent kind of movement, lightly toying with each, teasing them one, then the other to erect condition. I had to keep my hand flat, lest the curve of a fist reveal itself to someone, but I was able with my index and ring finger to pinch each tiny baby nip.
And oh, how I longed to suck on them, to crouch over her and tease their tiny hardness with my tongue, flicking back and forth across one or the other, while bending her soft little thighs back, pushing them together and forcing my hard cock between their softness - "fucking" her this way while sucking her tiny tits.
"Mmmm, little toddler girl," I'd purr, "yes, let me suck your little baby titties and fuck you between your soft little preschool thighs, honey."
"That's a good little baby," I'd say, holding one little foot in each hand, fucking her soft virgin baby thighs with my aching cock, "daddy loves to fuck his little toddler girl, this way."
So fucking good, fucking the little baby.
The party was wrapping itself up, though, so I knew that at least for now, this was drawing to a close.
"Well, I said," I guess we're going to have to get going, now.
"Noooo," she whined, changing her position on my lap now, shocking me with a quick rearrangement of herself where she straddled me, her soft little cunt bearing down on a cock that was threatening to lose control of itself.
"Ahh, no, no, no, little baby," I half gasped in a whisper, "all good things must end." My eyes raced quickly around the room to find everyone wrapped up for at least a brief moment in getting ready to go, Another quick round in the opposite direction to confirm the same, and over my shoulder and out the window, just in case. All clear.
"So yeah," I said, placing both my hands on the tops of her thighs, my right thumb so far down in the gap between her legs there could be no doubt what I wanted, "lets get going."
Oh my god, the softness of her warm little toddler cunt. I squeezed her thighs with my hands, then a little bit harder, "come on now, let's get rolling," then sliding my left hand up with a grip on her hip, my left fingers extending down onto the soft curve of her right buttock, my index finger in her cleft, I turned my right hand to do something similar with her other hip, but left my thumb buried in the fold of her cunt, moving it back and forth across her bulging vulva before dragging it, so very reluctantly, up its spread deliciousness to her little nub, flicking it once or thrice up and down.
Her body froze and stiffened - not that way, but out of sheer surprise, I assume, and I knew, and thought, oh my god, I'm so fucked, now - and this all in the space of several seconds or so at the most.
But, she said nothing, and only locked her eyes on mine in a kind of innocent flash - an innocent flash that still somehow knew something. My heart raced and I was panicking, but oh god, the feel of her tiny ass in my one hand, her soft little swelling pressing into the thumb of my other.
"Fuck baby," I wanted to say, "fuck, how I want to fuck your little tiny cunt, cum all over that soft little face, honey." I squeezed just a little tighter with my hands, rotating her hips, grinding her little cunt against the head of my cock, and standing immediately afterward, "kay, it's time, little baby, time to go," I said.
She clung to me, wrapping her legs around my midsection, and I did my best to make everything look as innocently as possible. Looking over her should, thank fucking god everyone was still as they were a moment ago, my panic having driven my cock into hibernation for the moment, even as I imagined how much I was going to cum later on, reliving all of this and more.
"Just give me a kiss, though, first," she said, with a grin.
She had me, she so had me. Again, a quick glance around the room. Still safe, but getting closer as most coats were donned. I searched out the ones most likely to be concerned, caught her mother's eye, who seemed completely unconcerned, and more relieved, even, that her daughter was accounted for. I indicated back with my eyes that we were on our way over for Ashley's coat, and she turned and went back to gathering up her other things.
"Okay," I whispered conspiratorially, but just one, and kissed her softly on her cheek in front of her right ear. "No, on my mouth," she said, and again, I was shocked and wondered how this was even happening. But I knew time was of the essence, and so I relented, "okay, okay, on your mouth, then, but it has to be a secret."
I took yet another quick glace around, then turned to afford the most privacy I could, the most shielding I could, and moved my lips to her waiting mouth. Turning like this, with by back to the crowd, which I could see in the reflections of the plate glass, it having gone dark by now, afforded me yet another opportunity which I had not intended to take.
My right arm, which had been cradling her bottom, the way anyone would carry a child of this size, now moved so that I was supporting her only by her soft little bottom, holding her left buttock firmly, my fingers pushing up into her crack, gripping her, really, this way.
My mouth found hers, wet and warm and small and soft, kissing her softly, seeing that her eyes were closed and lost in this. I tasted her saliva, dragging my lips off her lower lip and then unable to resist, returned again to her upper, slipping just the tip of my tongue into her tiny mouth and grazing it over the pointed edges of her upper teeth. Her lips closed and sucked on my tongue, and I never wanted it to end. My hand and fingers were digging deeper into her baby ass, my middle finger finding her tight anus, parting it and pushing her panties into it as, and feeling its response, gripping my finger back.
My hard on instantly returned and I was in grave danger of getting lost in this kiss.
"Okay, baby," I half panted, "that's all for now, honey," I whispered, "we better get going," and lowered her so very reluctantly to the floor, letting her body slide over my hard cock on the way to the floor.
Now standing on the floor, and at eye level to my half hard cock, I could see her eyes upon it in a sort of wonderment.
I reached for her hand, "let's go, now," and she took it in hers. "Wait," she said, "I want to tell you a secret."
"Okay, I said," glad of the opportunity for a slight delay which might allow my cock to regain composure, and stooped beside her.
She put her hand behind my head, on my neck, pulling my ear toward her mouth. I could smell her, smell her hair, and wondered what her little cunt would smell like, what her little baby ass would taste like. I was not helping the cause of my cock in these thoughts, and so I made a pointed effort to abandon them all until later.
"Next time," she whispered, "next time I want you to kiss me like that a lot longer."
"But we're not really allowed to kiss like that, you know," I replied, not in a whisper, but soft enough no one else could hear it in the noises surrounding us.
"Yeah, I know," she whispered back, "I know we're not, but I liked it, and I want to do it again, and for longer, so we'll have to hide the next time."
"Okay, we'll see," I laughed, half pretending to dismiss her with the laugh, and doing all I could not to let my mind race ahead of itself with her intentions. "We'll see."
"Wait, then, one more secret," she said next, after we were halfway across the room."
"What," I wondered aloud, again offering my ear to her chattering little mouth.
"Next time I also want you to touch my butt some more, like you did when we kissed."
I swallowed hard. "Okay honey, we'll see, but that's definitely a secret!"
We reached her mother's side and the party was over for that day.
Galactic civilizations II
Other than that, incredibly erotic story and for the love of god do write the continuation!
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