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 Title: Sophia deflowered
Part: Completely
Author: Cockney
Keywords: Mf
Summary: With his redundancy money, George Jessop had bought a shop. 
The shop was a clothing store, predominantly dealing with school uniforms
for the local schools.  He had always had an eye for younger females and
although the shop had not fulfilled his fantasies as such, it did give him
the occasional vicarious thrill.  The odd glimpse of little knickers
clinging deliciously to young firm flesh, the occasional opportunity to
touch ' by accident' a pert bottom or a newly budding breasts.





   ====== This story is a work of fiction. =====





   Sophia deflowered

   Written by Cockney



   With his redundancy money, George Jessop had bought a shop.  The money
it brought in was not enormous but together with his pension it was enough
to keep body and soul together.  The shop was a clothing store,
predominantly dealing with school uniforms for the local schools.  He had
always had an eye for younger females and although the shop had not
fulfilled his fantasies as such it did give him the occasional vicarious
thrill.  The odd glimpse of little knickers clinging deliciously to young
firm flesh, the occasional opportunity to touch ' by accident' a pert
bottom or a newly budding breasts.

   The changing cubicles at the back of the shop had deliberately poorly
fitted curtains that always left some kind of gap.  And quite often
harassed, mothers bless them, would leave the curtains open while
collecting a different size for their offspring, leaving their little
treasures on display in various states of undress.

   The summer holidays were always his busiest period.  With the movement
of children from primary to secondary school and although his preference
was for pre-teen pre-pubescent girls a pretty boy could quite often give
him almost as much of a thrill.  It was he decided a mixture of innocence
and smooth supple flesh that turned him on and young Sophia was the
personification of this when she entered his shop one particularly grey
afternoon in mid August.

   She was accompanied by an elderly, somewhat dithery woman who he later
found out was her maiden aunt.  The child was beautiful; a heart shaped
face framed in shoulder length blonde hair and a slim hard little body with
long coltish legs.

   Her clothes were clean but well worn, a pink tee shirt that clearly
displayed the puffy bumps of her tiny breasts and matching shorts that were
loose in the leg but deliciously tight around her narrow hips and bottom.
Her hair was somewhat greasy causing her blonde locks to cling together in
rat's tails.

   "We have this list of things from Sophie's new school that I understand
we have to buy from here" the elderly woman muttered as she rummaged in her
handbag.  "Though from the prices we saw in the window, goodness knows how
I am going to pay for it all" she grumbled.  The girl was obviously
embarrassed by her elderly companion's complaints and her cheeks pinkened
delightfully. "Oh auntie" she sighed raising her big blue eyes toward
heaven.

   "It's all very well for you to 'oh auntie' me, but this lot is going to
cost a fortune" her aunt snapped back at her.  The girl blushed deeper and
lowered her gaze, when she looked up George was ready for her and gave her
a conspiratorial wink, she gave him a shy smile in return.

   "Do you ever get people selling used uniforms back to you?" the aunt
asked, the girl looked around afraid that somebody might overhear. A plan
began to formulate in George's mind, which might just work and if it didn't
would not cost him, too much. "Very occasionally" he told her "though
usually used uniforms are returned almost as soon as the schools break up
for the summer, but we might get the odd late returns".

   "But you haven't got any at the moment?" the woman asked.

   George shook his head " I don't think so, not in Sophie's size, but I
can take another look once I know what school she is going to".

   "Ferndale Grammar" the aunt announced proudly handing over the list
issued by the school, of clothing required "Well done Sophie" George beamed
at the girl "you must be very clever".  She gave him another of her shy
smiles. "Well this is the uniform" he told them indicating a junior
mannequin clothed in the Ferndale uniform of bottle green pleated skirt and
bottle green blazer with yellow piping around the lapels.  The elderly aunt
headed toward it.  George stepped aside to let her young niece follow. 
This gave him his first opportunity to examine the girl from behind, and
what a behind!  She had that hollow backed stance often found in the young
which made pert bottoms jut provocatively out enhancing the swell of young
buttocks.  The pink shorts clung to her pert young bottom delightfully and
George could clearly see the outline of a pair of white bikini style
panties through the thin cotton.

   "I bet that bit of yellow ribbon makes the blazer twice the price of the
others" the aunt snorted. "I'm afraid so, and Ferndale are very strict on
their uniforms too" George replied. "See, I told you so" the woman turned
to her niece as if it were all the girl's fault for passing her eleven plus
examination.

   "Look, I will tell you what" he suggested, stepping up close behind the
young girl and resting his hands upon her slender shoulders.  He was
pleased to find that she didn't attempt to shrug him off or squirm away as
so many kids did.  He fingered the firm supple flesh.  "Why not let young
Sophie here try on the uniform for size, then we have several weeks before
the term starts, so I might be able to work something out, the
manufacturers sometimes have seconds, with very minor faults, that sort of
thing".  He gave her shoulders a little squeeze "do you know what size you
are Sophie?"

   The girl shook her head and George smiled happily, a chance for a little
bit of a fondle he thought as he reached for his tape measure.

   "Is this likely to take long only I have to go to the library before it
closes?" the elderly aunt asked. "Why don't you go on and I will meet you
there auntie" Sophie suggested.

   George mentally rubbed his hands with glee as the old lady left the
shop. "I'm sorry about my aunt but she is getting pretty old now" the girl
told him as he wrapped the tape measure around her slim waist. In order to
keep her mind off where his hands were going and to gather more information
upon this little angel, George kept up a gentle barrage of questions.  As
his hands brushed a hard young boob or her firm young bottom he learned
that her parents had died in a car crash when she was a baby and her
elderly aunt had raised her.  Sophie herself had escaped the crash with
only minor injuries.

   A scar on her forehead that gave her a small widows peek, she drew her
hair aside to show him.  Another on her tummy, she told him, she dutifully
lifted her tee shirt and pushed her shorts down a little at the front to
expose her tight young belly to his avid gaze.  Seizing the opportunity,
George sat down upon a chair, drew the little poppet between his parted
thighs and took over the duty of pulling out the waistband of her shorts
whilst examining the two inch faded scar.  Her tummy was smooth and flat
and peering down the front of her shorts he could see white panties and the
prominent swell of her little mons.  There was a stirring in his loins, the
like of which he hadn't experienced in years.  The scar disappeared down
the front of her panties. "How long is it?" he asked tentatively dipping a
finger tip into the waistband and easing it out, the scar finished right
there on the little red line left by the elastic, but he did get just a
peek at the smooth puffy swell of her pussy.  If there was any hair it was
very sparse and she stood there docilely, bless her, and she didn't pull
back at all. "The worst one is on my back" she told him as he reluctantly
hid her little treasures away again.  "On my shoulder blade" "Really" he
turned her round and raised her tee shirt by sliding his hands up her satin
smooth sides, over her ribcage all the way up to her armpits.  A faded
puckered scar that followed the L of her right shoulder blade marred the
creamy flesh and straight spine.

   "Oh dear, I bet that hurt" he told her eyeing the side view of her
immature young breast.  It was barely the size of half a small lemon peaked
with a sweet pink nipple. "Not really, I was too young to remember it" she
told him.  "The doctor says when I'm a bit older they can do plastic
surgery on it so that it won't notice at all. "It doesn't really notice
now, not unless you are really close up" he told her swivelling her a
little more to the right as if to see it from a different angle, bringing
her pretty little tit more into view. "But I cant wear a bikini" she
explained. "I don't see why not, everyone will be looking at your pretty
face and wont notice your shoulder" he told her. "Silly, they couldn't see
my face from behind" she giggled, obviously enjoying his flattering remark.
"Ah yes" he said, "but from behind everyone will be admiring your pretty
bottom" he gave her pert rear a tentative pat and the very lightest of
squeezes. She giggled again, embarrassed at his words but obviously
enjoying them.  George wrapped the tape measure around her chest and she
obligingly raised her arms holding her tee shirt up to accommodate him, not
seeming to notice how his knuckles nudged at her firm little mounds.  Next
he measured her trim waist again with it's neat indented belly button, then
slipping the tape down around her hips, with lots of manoeuvring around her
firm little bottom.

   Pointing to one of the changing cubicles, George, spoke as casually as
he could and told her to slip her tee shirt off while he got a blouse for
her try for size.  She stepped inside and drew the curtain.  George
deliberately selected a size smaller and crossed to the curtain, then
taking a deep breath he flipped it open.  She stood there, stripped to the
waist; she covered her budding breasts with her hands.

   "Don't look, my boobies are too small" she told him blushing prettily.
"Not everybody likes great big droopy boobies" he told her with a smile.
"The boys round my way do" Sophia grumbled "they're always after Sharon
Watson and she's got proper boobs". "You've got proper boobs, silly" George
told her.  The girl gave a little frown, removed her hands and looked down
at her tiny budding breasts "Sharon Watson doesn't think so, she calls them
bee stings". "She doesn't sound very nice to me" he told her eyeing the
sweet young breasts greedily. "She isn't" Sophia agreed. "Well, for what it
is worth, this old man thinks your boobies are beautiful".  He was sorely
tempted to reach out and touch them, but restrained himself. "Don't tell
auntie you saw them, she'd go mad" Sophie told him, her hands fluttering
around them as if unsure whether to cover them again or leave them exposed.
"Here try this on for size" George handed her the blouse and avoided
looking at her boobs giving her time to get used to the idea of being bare
breasted in front of him.  She donned the short sleeved blouse and buttoned
it up.  The thin cotton stretched taut across her young breasts charmingly,
the soft pink nipples showing mistily through the white cotton, two tiny
nubs protruding through. "How does that feel?" he asked. With elbows bent
she waggled her arms and shoulders about and pulled a face. "A bit tight, I
think" George stepped forward and turned her half round to examine the fit
across her shoulders, his left hand almost casually cupping the warm firm
swell of her left breast. "Hmm, I think you are right, let's try the next
size up". He reached out and calmly unbuttoned the blouse and slipped it
off as she stood compliantly in front of him.  He crossed to the rack,
selected the correct size and returned, holding it out to her to slip her
arms in.  He then buttoned it up for her, by the time he had finished
buttoning and smoothing, her pretty face was two shades pinker and her
little dugs were stiff and tingling from the attention.

   "Right, that's the right size for you, don't you think?" he muttered
turning her this way and that with lots of handling now that she was
becoming used to it. "Yes" she told him, her voice sounding a trifle
croaky. George helped her remove it and took it back to the rack and picked
up a skirt before returning. "Ok, let's try a skirt for size" he kept his
voice casual as if it were the most normal thing in the world, "slip your
shorts off a minute".  He held his breath, would she, or wouldn't she?

   Sophie hesitated, glanced toward the shop door, took half a step back,
deeper into the cubicle then hooked her thumbs into the waist band and
peeled her shorts down and stepped daintily out of them.  Her face became
even redder and she kept her eyes downcast as she stood before him clad
only in her scuffed shoes, ankle socks and white knickers.  The puffy swell
of her mound clearly defined with just the hint of a crease evident.

   The jingle of the bell above the shop door startled them both and with a
gasp Sophie jerked the curtain closed.  George turned around to find two
young boys entering the shop.

   "Yes?" he asked his voice sharper than he meant it to be. "Have you got
any empty cardboard boxes mister?" one asked.

   Normally George would have found a box for them, but not this particular
evening.  "Sorry lads I had a clear out yesterday, perhaps another time" he
ushered them out and flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed' and slid the bolt
home.  Then returned to the cubicle.

   The mood had changed; the girl was shy and embarrassed again and tried
to hide behind her hands as he opened the curtain. "Sorry about that, I've
shut the shop now, so we wont get any more surprises" he told her. He
didn't risk getting any closer because she looked nervous "here try this
on" he smiled and handed the skirt over.  She stepped into it and pulled it
up, it was obviously too large and would have fallen down had she released
it. He waited until she had taken it back off, then returned it to the rack
"lets try two sizes smaller" he suggested.  This time he dropped to one
knee and held it out for her.  After a momentary hesitation she raised her
right foot and stepped into it offering him a close up of the satin smooth
skin of her inner thigh, the thin material of her white knickers followed
the contour of her furrow.  She placed her other foot into the skirt,
resting one hand upon his shoulder to steady herself, and then he was
drawing the skirt up, over her jaunty young bottom and settling it around
her waist. "A bit tight I'm afraid" he looked up and smiled at her as he
pulled it back down and held it for her as she stepped out of it.  Finally
selecting the correct size, he returned and this time knelt on both knees
before her and held it open.  She stepped into it and he pulled it up and
fastened it. "There now, is that comfortable," he asked cupping her bottom
with both hands. She nodded. "It's a bit long, do you think?  A lot of
girls prefer them shorter, above the knee"? Sophie stuck one leg out
straight and leaned over her little breasts becoming pointy.  "It is a bit
long I suppose" she told him. George took his tape measure and measured
from her waist to a couple of inches above her knee, "about there?" he
asked.  She nodded again. "OK I will see what I can do. "I think I should
be going soon, auntie will wonder what has happened to me and if she comes
back and finds the shop locked!" "Yes you are right, I tell you what, you
get dressed now and then call in and see me again, say on Thursday and I
will see what I can sort out for you". "Do I have to bring auntie?" she
asked. George offered up a silent prayer of thanks, "No, of course not my
dear" he told her.  "In fact make that Thursday afternoon because I think
the manufacturer's representative is calling sometime in the morning and I
will try and find out if he has any seconds with him.  The shop might be
closed, because it is early closing day on Thursday, but I will be here, so
just ring on the doorbell and I will let you in". 2 When the bell rang on
Thursday afternoon, George was well prepared; he opened the door, smiled
broadly and ushered the girl into the shop.  She seemed a little ill at
ease at first avoiding his eyes and stumbling over her words when he asked
even a simple question. She was wearing what looked possibly to be her best
dress; it was badly made, of cheap cotton with a small floral design.

   I have managed to get hold of a couple of seconds that might fit you"
George lied.  "So slip your dress off and we can try them for size" he told
her as casually as he could manage.  George deliberately turned away and
pretended to sort out clothing from a pile that he had earlier set up ready
for the occasion. "Did your aunt tell you off for taking too long the other
day?" George asked turning in time to see the girl peeling her dress down
around her waist.  Her tiny, perfectly formed breasts jiggled slightly with
her movement and George could have been mistaken, but as his gaze settled
upon them, he would have sworn that she drew her shoulders back a little to
show them better. Sophia shook her head, her blonde shoulder length tresses
whipping her face. "No she was too busy choosing books to notice" she told
him, not attempting to cover herself from his avid gaze. Her little pink
tongue flickered nervously over her presumably dry lips and she pushed her
dress down casting a coy look at him as if checking that he was still
watching.  George didn't disappoint her.  Beneath the dress she wore a pair
of little pink soft cotton panties that clung to her frame like a second
skin.  The soft bulge of her mound of Venus prominently displayed.  As she
stepped out of her dress, George Grabbed a handful of the clothing and
carried over to the chair positioned strategically just outside the
cubicle, sat down and looked the pink faced girl up and down.

   "Do you do a lot of sport?" he asked. The young girl frowned and shook
her head, "No why?" she asked. "Because you really do have a magnificent
muscle structure" he told her " you are going to break a lot of young men's
hearts when you are a little older" he prophesised.  "Do you really think
so?" she asked evidently pleased with his flattery. "Without a doubt" he
told her as reached out and rested his hands lightly upon her narrow hips
turning her sideways on to admire her jaunty young bottom.  As he expected,
the material of her tight little panties had crept into the crevice and her
bum cheeks peeked coyly out at him. "Give yourself a year or two and the
boys will be queuing up to get into these panties of yours" he said in a
low conspiratorial voice. Sophie giggled at his risqué words. Henry held
out a blouse to her with his right hand whilst the left, as casually as
possible cupped the soft swell of her bottom in it's palm.  There was a
momentary tensing of bum cheek under his hand, but it may have simply been
her reaching out to take the blouse from him.  She didn't attempt to move
away, which was promising.

   As she slipped her arms into the blouse, George kept talking. "Your skin
is so smooth, it is like silk" he told her, his thumb lightly caressing the
soft firm swell of her bare buttock where it dipped sharply in to meet with
the top of her thigh, her hands were trembling a little, he noticed. "You
don't mind me doing this, do you?" he asked in a soft low voice. The girl
shook her head shyly and fumbled with the tiny buttons of the blouse. "It's
just that you have such incredibly smooth skin" he told her giving the
flesh a gentle squeeze.  She responded by flexing the muscles of her
buttocks, then relaxing them again.  Was that a signal for him to continue?
He wondered, he tested his theory out letting the sweep of his thumb grow
longer to nudge momentarily, as if by accident, against the soft material
of her panties, Her body gave a little jerk and she there was a sharp
intake of breath.

   George was almost certain now, she was enjoying it, he threw caution to
the wind, sliding his hand down and around onto the slim column of her
thigh and nudging his thumb into the warm soft hollow.  He felt her tremble
under his hand. "Do you know what I would really like?" he told her in a
conspiratorial whisper. "What?" Sophia replied in an equally soft, if a
trifle croaky voice. "What I would really like" George repeated softly
moving the tip of his thumb against her "is to see you without your
knickers on" he held his breath. The girl stood silently, head down frozen
still and George cursed his impatience desperately trying to find words to
make light of his statement, turn into a 'I was only kidding' joke. "You
won't tell anyone, will you?" He had to strain to catch her words they were
uttered so softly.  His heart filled with elation. "Of course not, only you
and I will ever know, I swear" he replied with all the conviction he could
muster.

   Tentatively he reached up and hooked his fingers into the tight
waistband of the pink panties and eased them slowly down, ready to stop at
the first sign of panic.  The girl just stood there however, staring down
at her toes, her hands frozen in time doing up a button.  He slipped the
panties free of her hips exposing her firm round bottom, then down her long
slim thighs to just below her knees, his heart thumping painfully hard in
his chest threatening to explode. Leaning further forward, George lowered
them still farther down to her calves, his cheek only an inch or two from
her soft flesh and she compliantly stepped out of them.  She covered her
face with her hands, hiding from him as he turned her around to look at the
sweet pouting swell of her pussy, only slight blonde baby fuzz was evident
to his greedy gaze. "Sophia, you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever
seen" he whispered. She peeped at him between her fingers. "Have I?" she
croaked. George nodded solemnly. "Can I look at it properly, all of it?" he
asked gently. Small white teeth nibbled nervously on her full lower lip as
she nodded her head. "Thank you" he told her with true conviction.  He
picked her up in his arms, one arm behind her back, the other under her
knees and he carried her over to the long wooden counter and laid her, face
up on top of it.  She lay there her body rigid, legs straight out, knees
pressed together, her hands still covering her eyes.  George urged young
slender thighs apart to reveal the sweet virgin treasure that nestled
between them.  Lightly tracing imaginary lines with his fingertip over the
protuberant swell he again whispered how beautiful she was.  How soft her
skin felt, that nobody would ever know that this had happened, it would be
their special secret and as he spoke he parted her thighs wider planted
gentle little kisses on her flat firm belly and spread her open to view the
delicate young lips.  Lightly teasing them with a fingertip before opening
her further.  Her clitoris was surprisingly long for a little girl, bigger
than a grown woman's, or at least bigger than any he had ever seen, almost
like a tiny penis.  Lowering his head he breathed on it, letting his warm
breath fan it.  Her body trembled and she gave the tiniest of grunts in the
back of her throat.  He kissed it lightly, tenderly, barely more than
brushing it with his lips and was rewarded by her thighs drooping wider
apart in invitation. With just his lips he sucked at it lightly feeling the
tremor thrill through her body and his fingertip, lightly exploring the
opening of her pussy felt the first traces of moisture. "Your pussy is so
pretty, I just have to kiss it" he murmured keeping his lips pressed to her
nubbin so that the vibrations would penetrate.  Then his licked at the
stiff fleshy bud, flicked at its tip, then swirled around it and he heard
distant little animal noises coming from her throat.

   Raising his head he looked up along her prostrate form, her right
forearm was now draped across her eyes whilst she gnawed upon her left
knuckle. "Do you like that Sophia?" he asked jiggling his fingertip at the
tight opening. She nodded her head silently. "Can I do it some more?" he
asked wanting her to think that she was making the decisions. Another brief
almost impatient nod, as if telling him to shut up and just get on with it.
He smiled and dipped his head once more, her juices were flowing freely now
and his nostrils flared as he breathed in the heady aroma of little girl
arousal so subtle yet so arousing.  He spread her dainty lips wide to
expose the shiny inner flesh then caressed it with his broad flat tongue.
She gave out a long deep sigh.  Her flavour was so sweet, there was no
sharpness, no bitterness just sweet girlish nectar.  "Undo the blouse
Sophia, I want to see all of you?" he crooned. The girl fumbled the buttons
open, her eyes closed, her mouth slackly open. "Good girl" he whispered
brushing the blouse aside to expose those sweet little 'boobies' as she
liked to refer to them.  They rose and fell with her erratic breathing. 
Burrowing his forefinger into her hot slippery tunnel up to the first
knuckle, George reached with his free hand to fondle the firm little swell,
feeling her small pink nipple stiffen in his palm. "Do you know what being
a virgin is Sophia?" he asked. She shook her head, presumably because it
was easier than answering his question, George suspected. A girl is a
virgin because of a very thin little piece of skin inside her pussy, here"
he explained nudging his fingertip against the membrane. A tremor rippled
through her body and she emitted a soft "aaah" sound of pleasure. "When a
girl loses her virginity, this little piece of skin gets broken.  It may
hurt, just a little bit, but that feeling quickly goes away with much nicer
feelings taking its place" he told her in a persuasive voice.  " Do you
want to try?" he asked gently nudging it again getting a similar response
from the young girl. She nodded again, her cute little tongue once more
peeping out from dry lips. "Is that yes?" George asked, for some
unaccountable reason, wanting her to give him a verbal response. "Yes" she
slurred arching her young hips a little and stretching her thighs even
wider open. George lowered his head once more and began stimulating that
sweet young pussy with a vengeance. He waited for her start her orgasm
before delivering the necessary stab with his forefinger, her body was
shaking all over and she making soft mewing sounds as her climax built. 
George thrust deep, feeling the membrane rupture as his digit entered the
convulsing tunnel of clinging wet flesh.  She emitted another long "aaah"
that to him sounded very much like a degree of pleasure as much as pain and
then he was finger fucking her in long steady strokes, deliberately keeping
her on a high plateau.  Her hips snatched and jerked in unison with his
moving finger then suddenly stopped as her body went rigid, then completely
slack.  George realised that she had fainted.

   He eased the finger from her, smeared with her blood, he raised it to
his mouth and sucked it clean, the slight coppery taste mingling with the
more spicy taste of her juices.  Using his handkerchief he carefully wiped
away the last vestiges of blood from her pussy, then crossing to the sink
he rinsed it under the tap and returned to the supine form on the counter
and gently mopped at her brow with the cool wet hanky. She came round as if
she had been asleep. "Wha, what happened?" she mumbled. George smiled down
at her and kissed her cheek. "You came, that is all, was it nice?" "Umm"
the girl answered fuzzily. "I didn't hurt you too much?" he asked. She
shook her head, "only a little bit".

   She was shy and withdrawn once she had recovered and asked if she could
get dressed.  George of course said that she could, letting her dress
herself in the uniform fully before approaching her. "How does it feel?" he
asked looking her over.  The skirt was a little on the long side, as he had
planned, but blazer and blouse fitted fine.  He taught her how to knot the
green and gold tie and by the time she had mastered the technique had
relaxed was more her normal self. "I will get the skirt altered for you
tomorrow so your stuff will all be ready for you by Saturday" he told her
as she self-consciously changed back into her normal clothes. "What time
can I pick the uniform up on Saturday?" Sophia asked him. "Better leave it
as late as possible" he told her, " the lady who does the alterations for
me sometimes gets a little behind, so may not get it back to me till the
afternoon" he told her. The girl nodded, " And how much will it all cost?"
she asked. George was tempted to say that it would cost nothing, but that
might make her aunt suspicious.  He pretended to do some adding up in his
mind, "Twenty-five pounds" he told her. The girls eyes opened wide in
surprise, "Is that all?" she gasped. He tapped the side of his nose and
winked, "Only for very special, very pretty customers" he told her.











   Sophia Deflowered 2





   Saturday found Sophia with mixed feelings.  Ever since her last visit to
the school outfitters her mind had been an absolute whirl.  She had, until
then led a very sheltered life, acutely conscious of her naiveté when it
came to boys and sex.  She was a late developer compared to some of her
school friends and was highly self-conscious of the fact.  To find that her
immature body was attractive to someone came as a complete surprise.

   Auntie Beth had always told her not to talk to strange men, or take
sweets from them, but never explained why.  So Sophia had imagined that
these dim scary figures would harm her, murder her.  So the man in the shop
was not one of those people that Auntie had warned her of, was he?  Simple
logic wasn't it.  To say that she knew very little about sex and
reproduction was an understatement, it was not a nice subject to speak of,
her aunt said whenever she raised a question, so she no longer asked. 
Playground stories were highly inaccurate and conflicting so she really
knew very little.  She did know however that a grown man thought her
beautiful, liked her bare little slit and her bee sting boobies and what he
did to them was absolutely fabulous.  She did realise that it was rude, not
to be spoken of, a secret to be coveted.

   Sophia began to suspect for the first time that the man in the shop was
not the only one to find her attractive, she began noticing admiring
glances in the street.  Not all men true, but quite a few.  The man on the
bus for instance, on her way to school the following morning, she had sat
on the long bench seat at the back and he had sat opposite, facing her.  It
hadn't taken long before she had noticed him looking at her knees.  Before
her experiences in the shop, Sophia would have assumed that he had noticed
the scab on her knee, or the ink stain on her skirt, but now, with her new
found understanding she realised he was looking at her legs up her skirt. A
little tingle of excitement had thrilled through her and she had
experimented by letting her thighs drift apart a little, sure enough he
looked even harder.  The tingle in her pussy increased and feeling terribly
daring she raised up one leg hooking the heel of her shoe onto the seat and
pretended to fasten her shoelace, peeking at him from under the cover of
her fringe.  The tingle became a full-blown fizzyness as she saw him
scrunch down for a better view.  She nearly missed her stop!

   And now Saturday had come at last and Sophia was on her way to pick up
her new school uniform.  There had been a nasty moment when her aunt had
suggested going with her, because she didn't trust her with all that money
"you might lose it" she had claimed.  Sophia had promised that she would be
extra careful and her aunt had finally relented and had placed the money in
an envelope and had pinned it inside her knickers for safety sake.

   The shop was closed when she arrived so Sophia knocked on the side door
as the man had instructed, her tummy was full of butterflies, so many that
she actually felt sick and if anything it got worse when he opened the door
and let her in. "Hello Sophia and how are you today?" he asked as he
ushered her in.  he stepped outside and looked up and down the rapidly
emptying street, your aunt not with you then?" he asked, so she guessed
that was who he was looking for. "No, but I have got the money for the
uniform" she told him patting her tummy. He closed the door and gave her a
quizzical look. Sophia explained that her aunt had worried about her losing
the envelope, so had pinned it into her knickers for safety and they had
both laughed about it.

   "I have your things all ready for you to try on upstairs in my flat, it
is more comfortable than down here in this draughty old shop" he had told
her steering her up a flight of stairs into a cosy little living room.  Her
new school uniform was neatly folded, in a pile on a low coffee table that
stood in front of a large comfortable looking couch, Sophia looked around,
a gas fire hissed in the grate casting a pink warm glow over everything and
the room was very warm. "Would you like a drink?" he asked I have lemonade,
coke or tea. "A coke would be nice, please" she answered with a smile. "A
coke it will be then" he replied, "why don't you start taking those things
off and then we can try your uniform on for size" he suggested as he strode
off into the next room, presumably the kitchen, she thought. Sophia took
her coat off, then began unbuttoning her shirt as she heard him at the
fridge and the rattle of glasses.  As she shrugged her shirt off he
returned bearing two glasses, one containing her Coca-Cola and a wineglass
filled with a dark red wine, she guessed.  He set them both down on the low
table and sat on the couch close by her side. "Here let me help" he said in
a soft voice and reached for the fastening on her jeans.  Sophia's heart
skipped a beat and the blood roared noisily in her ears as he tugged them
down her slim legs. She held onto his shoulder for balance as he struggled
to get her jeans off over her trainers, they came off anyway halfway down
the legs of her jeans and then she stood there in just her vest and
knickers and socks, her body tingling from head to toe. "You really are
beautiful Sophia, may I see you naked again, like last time?" he asked in a
soft, almost pleading voice. Her mouth was suddenly terribly dry and her
tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.  She tried to swallow and
managed a jerky nod of agreement. He took her vest off first, peeling it up
over her head and dropping it to glide his hands over her chest and rib
cage down to her slender waist, turning her to face him between his parted
thighs.  His gaze caressed her sliding over her naked flesh "absolutely
enchanting my dear" he whispered.  His eyes settled on the big safety pin
in the front of her knickers and he smiled, unpinned it, then slipped his
hand down the front to withdraw the warm crumpled envelope, her belly
fluttering spastically as his fingers lightly brushed her sensitive skin.
Raising the envelope to his face he breathed in deeply, as he looked
directly into her eyes. "It smells of you" he told her " I will keep this
envelope to help remind me of you" he added.  Sophia blushed with pleasure
and stood compliantly while he pulled her knickers down a little at a time,
giggling nervously every time he paused. "This is like unwrapping the very
best present on Christmas morning" he told her with a smile.  "You want to
get all the wrapping paper off so that you can see your bright shiny new
present, but you also want to savour each and every moment".

   Sophia didn't understand all his long words, but she thought she
understood what he meant and that it was a compliment to her.  Her chubby
mons was finally uncovered and he paused again, leaning in close and
breathing in deeply, then raising his eyes to look once more into hers.
"You smell even nicer in the flesh" he told her. "That is the bath salts my
auntie bought me last Christmas" she told him, she had sprinkled them
liberally into her bath last night ready for today. He shook his head.  "No
not that smell, the smell of your pussy, it is wonderful" he told her. She
had stared at him in shocked amazement. "But, but I had a bath last night"
she stammered hotly, embarrassed that she still smelt, what must he think
of her, smelly Sophia? The man chuckled and shook his head again, letting
her knickers drift down her legs to settle around her feet, he drew her
onto his lap.  It felt strange having her bare flesh against his clothes,
his trousers felt rough, scratchy on her bare bum and thighs, sort of
making her feel even more naked somehow.  His gentle fingers creeping
between her legs felt nice though. "There are smells and then there are
smells" he explained.  The smell of a woman's sex is there to excite a man,
to arouse him, make him want her" he added slipping his finger into the
little diamond shaped gap at the juncture of her thighs and sliding it
along the crease of warm soft flesh.  He raised the finger to his nose, his
nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply.  "It is called musk, here" he
held the finger under her nose and Sophia sniffed tentatively, then
wrinkled her nose and pulled a face at the smell of herself. "You are not
supposed to get turned on by it" he chuckled "some women do though" he
added. "Women, girls get turned on by the musk that men give off" he
explained, his finger dipping into the gap once more to make her pussy
fizz.

   Sophia leaned in and sniffed at the old man, a frown wrinkling her
puzzled brow, he smelt all right, pipe tobacco and peppermints, but it
didn't turn her on as he said.  The man chuckled. "Not that sort of smell,
he told her and pointed down between his legs. "Oh" Sophia felt herself
blushing; he was talking about his thing. "Have you ever seen one?" he
asked in a conspiratorial whisper. She shook her head "no, I saw a picture
once, and I've seen a boys one" she added feeling terribly daring just
admitting it like that. "Would you like to?" he asked. "I don't know" she
lied, not liking to admit to her inquisitiveness. "Jump up a minute and I
will show you mine" he said it almost conversationally as if talking about
showing her something ordinary. "After all" he added, " it is only fair, I
have seen yours". That seemed fair, Sophia thought getting down from his
lap and watching shyly as the old man undid his zipper and pushed his
trousers and underpants down to his knees. She stifled a giggle, he looked
so funny his skinny white legs all hairy and that big 'thing sticking up
out of a big thick cluster of hair.  It must be awkward to walk about with
that sticking out all the time, she thought to herself. "There, now we have
both seen one another's, haven't we" he told her drawing her closer to him,
the hairs on his leg tickled the backs of her thighs. "Why don't you feel
it" he suggested taking her wrist and guiding her hand onto it.  Her
fingers closed around the thick round shaft of warm flesh and she gave it a
tentative squeeze, it was hard and soft both at the same time she decided,
very odd. She gave him a questioning look, wanting to ask, but too shy.
"What is it?" he asked. "Well" she began, feeling her cheeks burn at asking
such an intimate question but burning to know the answer.  "Is it hard for
you to walk about with it sticking up like that, it's awfully big?" He
smiled and shook his head, his hand on her wrist encouraging her hand to
move in an up and down motion. It isn't like this all the time" he
explained, " it is because of you that it is like this". "You see" he
continued " when a man or boy for that matter sees a woman or girl that
'turns him on' he gets excited, like when you get excited your pussy gives
out that lovely juice?  well with us, we get hard" "Oh, I see" she looked
at it a little closer, squeezing it a little harder and pulling on the soft
outer skin, some clear liquid was oozing out from a little hole in the tip,
where he peed from.  Lowering her head, she sniffed again, a warm vaguely
musty odour pervaded her nostrils, not unpleasant, but nothing to get
excited about. "Your pussy gets wet and slippery and ours get hard so that
it can go into yours" he told her. Sophia had heard that before, in the
playground, at the time, she hadn't believed it, but it must be true if he
said it too. "Huh, that wouldn't go into mine" she snorted. "Don't you
believe it" he told her, yours stretches for it to fit".  He paused for a
moment, then spoke again, in a small confidential voice.  "I dare you to
kiss it". A shiver ran up the young girl's spine, dare she?  She wasn't
sure if she could. It makes me feel as nice as when you do when I kiss
yours" he told her. She licked her dry lips, swallowed hard then quickly
pecked at the end of it, the clear liquid that oozed from the tip was now
on her lips, nothing bad had happened and the little groan of pleasure that
the old man gave out, did turn her on.  To think that she could excite him!
Now that was something she decided.  She kissed it properly, pursing her
soft red lips and pressing it to the rigid flesh, he groaned again, a
little louder. "Will you put it in your mouth for me?" his voice was almost
pleading. 'Why not'?  Sophia thought, he did it to her, so it shouldn't be
too bad to do it for him.  She opened her mouth and lowered her head onto
the round knob like end, the groan he gave out was much stronger this time
and Sophia fought back a nervous giggle at the idea of 'turning him on so
much and her being just a little girl. With his whispered encouragement,
Sophia sucked, licked and moved her head up and down finding that she
actually enjoyed hearing his obvious pleasure at what she was doing, she'd
bet the boys in school would want to go out with her if she did this to
them. He gave a sort of strangled gasp and grunted that he was going to
come. "Oh good, I'm going to make him come like I did the other day, his
thing twitched and jerked in her mouth as if it were alive.  She was not
expecting the sudden surge of hot liquid that erupted from it gushing
thickly into her mouth, Sophia gagged, then coughed and spluttered jerking
her head up to see the last of the stuff flow out of him and down over her
fingers. "Yuck" she sputtered wanting to spit but not liking to, the gooey
liquid hung from her fingers like strings of the white paste they used in
school to stick pictures into books and a strange aroma pervaded her
nostrils reminding her of swimming pools. "Sorry dear, I couldn't warn you
in time" he told her handing her his handkerchief.  She wiped her hands and
spat as delicately as possible into the white linen. "That's alright" she
told him begrudgingly. "Still it didn't taste too bad, did it?" he asked.
Sophia opened and closed her mouth a few times sliding her tongue over the
roof of her mouth and wrinkled her nose " I suppose not" she told him,
unsure at this new strange taste. "A lot of women like the taste" he told
her caressing her cheek, " they swallow it as well, it helps to make their
breasts grow larger". "Really?" she said thoughtfully, she could do with
bigger boobies, perhaps that was how Sharon Watts had got such big sticky
out ones. He drew her up onto his lap again and fondled her thighs, urging
them apart to gain access to her pussy again. "Does that stuff really make
girls boobies grow?" she asked, her voice catching halfway through her
question as his clever fingers found her magic button.

   "Yes, it is something to with hormones or something" he told her. "Hmmm"
she replied thoughtfully her eyes drooping closed as she slid lower in his
lap giving herself over to the lovely warm feelings that thrilled through
her body, perhaps next time she would try and swallow it, you never knew,
she mused. His thick finger was probing her pussy; easing deeper and deeper
and she eased her thighs wider practically lying back over his lap.  He
slid out from under her to kneel on the floor between her spread thighs and
Sophia held her breath in anticipation of his warm tongue. She groaned at
the pure intensity of the feeling as it caressed her tingling itchy pussy
lips soothing them arching her hips up in total abandonment.  She felt her
legs being raised up until her knees were pressed onto her chest leaving
his hot mouth free reign over her parted lips and bum hole licking, then
probing, then burrowing into her. That now familiar fizz was increasing in
intensity, his finger replaced his tongue once more probing deep into her,
filling her and he lowered her legs and leaned over her to take a soft pink
nipple into his hot mouth and gently sucked upon it. It suddenly occurred
to Sophia, in her pink haze, why his finger felt so thick, it was two
fingers that were moving in a slow steady in and out action, she was amazed
that they fitted until he remembered his remark about how her pussy could
stretch.  She wondered if this was what his thing would feel like.

   As she felt her impending climax begin to build, he changed again, hands
behind her knees drew her forward, spreading her wide, she looked down to
see his stiffly erect penis nudging against her, startlingly dark against
her pale skin. "Relax, I won't hurt you" he husked easing the thick bulbous
end into her.  Sophia held her breath, mesmerised by the sight of the thick
shaft of flesh sinking inside her.  It stretched her flesh until she
thought it would split her wide open, straining her thighs wider she forced
herself to relax and felt it ease deeper until she could feel the coarse
forest of hair at the base of his belly tickling her bare mons.  It was all
on the verge of being painful, but not quite, she gnawed at her lower lip,
made herself relax even more and then he was deep inside her, touching
something in there at her very core, as if touching her very soul. She felt
him beginning to draw back, now that it was deep inside her, she didn't
want it stop, not yet, not now.  Her hands felt for him, trying to reach
around to stop him withdrawing, but were not long enough, her fingers
scrabbled at his flesh for a grip.  Then he was pushing into her again,
filling her entire being, the top of his penis once more nudging that
something inside her, then again, drawing out then sliding back in again.
Like he had with his fingers she remembered and Sophia relaxed
understanding that this was a part of it all.  Her climax was intense, wave
after wave thrilling through her like ripples on a pond when a pebble is
tossed into its middle.

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fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
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