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Archive name: kcest03.txt (mf, teens and pre-teens, inc)
Authors name: JD (address defunct)
Story title : Kidcest 3: Susan and the Cab Driver
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KIDCEST - 3 of 21 Chapters
by JD
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CHAPTER THREE: Susan and the Cab Driver
I couldn't imagine why Susan would say it "wasn't her
fault," so I temporarily lost interest in exploring her
little pussy to hear more about this. "Whose cock did you
see? Was it hard? Did you just peek or did the guy know
you were looking? Was he fucking someone? Did you ever
see a man shoot his load?"
Under this barrage of interrogation, tears sprang up in
Susan's eyes as she repeated, "Oh, please don't tell
anyone. It really wasn't my fault."
Realizing how upset she was, I stroked her hair clumsily
and said, "Come, on, Sue. I'm sure it wasn't your fault
and you know I won't tell. I just want to hear about it.
I think it's real sexy."
With another glance at my lap, and then with downcast
eyes, she began to tell me her story. "I was about six
years old the first time," she said. "I was taking after-
school modern dance lessons from Mrs. Curdy and Mom had
to pick me up every day. One day, she was busy with
something at work, so she called a taxicab to pick me up
and take me home.
Mrs. Curdy walked me out to the cab and talked to the
driver to make sure he knew where I lived. The cab driver
was real young looking and kinda cute. He smiled at me
and invited me to sit up front with him, where I could
see the taxi meter. I waved good-bye to Mrs. Curdy and
hopped right in."
"He started talking to me as we pulled away, saying how
cute I looked in my dance outfit. I was just wearing a
practice leotard, but he acted like it was some recital
outfit. Anyway, as we drove along, he started to talk
about how I was a sweet little girl and he was a great
big man. He said there were lots of differences between
us and he could show me if I wanted him to." Susan looked
up at me with pleading in her eyes. "I really didn't
understand what he meant!"
I reached out again to tousle her hair. "Of course you
didn't, Sue. You were only a little kid." She smiled up
at me and seemed to relax as she resumed the story.
"Anyway, I didn't understand what he was offering to
'show' me, but I guess I wanted to be polite to an adult,
so I said sure. He gave me an even bigger grin and pulled
right off the street into that parking garage over on
Willow Street. As he drove up the ramp to the empty
rooftop, he said we'd stop there for just a second while
he showed me what he was talking about. He said he'd even
give me a chance to find out all I wanted to know and to
help him with the show."
"As we pulled onto the roof of the garage, the sun was
making it real bright in the front seat of the cab. He
pushed the seat way back and turned to face me. He was
still smiling at me and seemed real friendly. He was
talking a lot and saying that men and girls were
different in lots of ways, but that there was one way
that was most important. Then he unzipped his pants and
pulled out his thing!"
"I was real scared then," said Susan. "I just knew that
Mom and Dad wouldn't think it was right for me to be
looking at that, so I shut my eyes. But he just kept
talking, saying that not very many little girls got such
a good chance to see how a man was made. He also said
hardly any girls my age ever got a chance to see a grown-
up man's 'dick.' My eyes were still closed, but I guess
my curiosity was bigger than my fright, so I opened my
eyes a little bit to see what was going on."
"The cab driver's thing was sticking straight up in the
air, like a fat flagpole coming right out of his pants.
He was touching it all over, kinda trailing his fingers
up and down and all around, especially on the end. He was
looking at me and his smile was bigger than ever, too. He
asked me if I liked to look at his 'dick' and I said 'I
guess so,' but just so I wouldn't make him mad. Then he
said I could touch it if I wanted to, but I said 'No
thanks' and kinda pulled up into a ball over by my door."
"He seemed to realize I was scared, then, and his eyes
got real sad and he said that I shouldn't be afraid. He
said he wouldn't touch me and he would take me right home
as soon as he showed me how a grown-up man 'gets rid of a
hard-on.' I sorta brightened up then, because there
seemed to be some way to get this all over with. I guess
he must have seen me relax, because that big smile
returned to his face and he said I was a 'terrific little
girl.'"
"Then he told me to look closely at his 'dick' and notice
how big and strong it was. Despite myself, I looked down
to see that his thing had gotten even bigger, and the end
was now all swollen and purple. It looked kinda gross and
scary. He took his hand off it for a moment, spit into
his hand, and smeared the spit all over the big old
thing. I remember thinking to myself that it was nearly
as long as the ruler in my school box. While his hand was
off it, I could see it was jumping around just like
yours."
Impatient to hear the rest, I said, "Every guy's cock
jumps when it's hard. Go ahead with the story."
"Well, next he wanted me to show him something. He said
he wouldn't touch me, but seeing my 'pussy' would help
him get rid of his stiffness. I remember wondering at
first if he was talking about somebody's pet cat, but he
pointed at my thing." My sister blushed and corrected
herself, "I mean he pointed to my cunt."
"Of course, I told him right away that I wouldn't show it
to him. But he smiled at me and said he could already see
that I had a fat little pussy because my dancing tights
showed him. When I looked down, I could see it was true.
You could see the crack real clear, and all my moving
around on the seat of the cab had kind of crammed a bunch
of the material up the crack in my bottom.
Now I was real embarrassed. Then the cab driver said that
I had already showed him my 'pussy' so I had nothing to
lose. He said if I pulled the crotch of my tights over to
one side, he could tell me what color hair I would
someday have on it."
"I realize now that he was just saying something to get
me to uncover my cunt," Susan said, blushing anew at
saying the new word. "But I was only then beginning to
understand that someday I would have hair on my thing
like Mom had. I was curious. But mostly, I just wanted to
get home."
"Anyway, I just reached down and pulled the stretch
fabric over to one side. My legs weren't wide open or
anything, but he could see the outside of my slit. When I
looked back over at him, I saw his hand was moving real
fast as he pumped his fist up and down his big wet thing.
He was looking at my cunt like it was the most
interesting object in the world.
Actually, I was sorta proud to be so fascinating to a
grown man. In fact, I forgot he was supposed to be
telling what color hair I would have by my cunt, because
about then I noticed the end of his big thing was
beginning to drool out some kind of white stuff."
"When he saw that I was looking hard at his thing, he
began to talk real fast about what a great little kid I
was to be showing him my 'naked little pussy' while he
'jacked off his big old dick' for me. As I looked up from
his pounding thing to his face, I was kinda scared at how
red his face had gotten. His eyes were kinda shining as
he looked in between my legs. As I watched, he gave a big
groan, shut his eyes, and told me to look at his 'dick.'
"By now, I mostly wanted to find out what would happen
next. I was real surprised when I looked down at his big
thing to see that he had taken his hand off of it.
Standing up there by itself, I could see all kinds of
gross veins running up and down this big, red thing that
looked sorta like it didn't even belong to the guy.
Suddenly, he kinda lifted his bottom off the seat and
made a groaning sound. Then, gobs of white stuff started
to come out of the end of his dick. It looked like the
paste glue we used to make in kindergarten. The first
blobs shot way into the air and all the rest kinda
squished out in little pumping waves. There was a lot of
that stuff he had to clean off the steering wheel and the
seat before he could take me home."
"He told me I couldn't ever tell anybody about what he
showed me, because little kids aren't supposed to learn
about this until later. I know now that he just got his
kicks masturbating in front of a little girl."
Suddenly grinning at me, Susan said, "But now that I'm
safe with my big brother, I want to rub your dick until
you squirt your stuff while you play with my itchy cunt."
Continued in part 4...
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with strangers! You only have one body per lifetime, so
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