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Jacynta
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
The Girl-Guides (Girl-Scouts in the United States) is a
great organization, concerned with the welfare and
behavioral development of young ladies, preparing them
for future social inter-action. Moving through the
ranks from as young as eight years old, some girls come
better equipped than others. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast)
***
Jacynta? pretty name, reminds me of a fairy for some
reason. Not that I have been privy to that many fairies
over the years, least not those with shimmery wings and
a bra-full of fairy dust.
Jacynta Thomas was no fairy but probably the next best
thing – a Brownie. Now I know one is not supposed to
think of a ten-year old girl in any sexual sense. But
hey, when you open your front door and find yourself
face to face with maybe four foot ten of cute blonde
innocence standing on your porch shuffling about
nervously, hands behind her in close proximity to
rearward curves that you would give both your Rolex and
BMW drop-top to have seated on your lap for the
duration of "So you think you can dance?" What the hell
are you supposed to be thinking about?
"Hi, I'm Jacynta," she enunciated breathlessly. "Are
there any household jobs I could do for you?"
The cute brown uniform with gold edging highlighted her
youthful appeal. She had a small name badge pinned at
the precise spot on her chest, where the gentlest of
swellings suggested that Mother Nature was about to
take up her case big-time.
Casting my mind into hyper-drive, I stood there
thinking desperately what I could find that might take
the girl at least a month to finish.
"Who's at the door?' My wife called from the recesses
of the kitchen,
"Just a fairy... I mean a Brownie hun," I called out to
her. When I looked back at Jacynta, she was giggling
quietly.
"Sorry sweetheart," I apologised, "I'm for ever getting
fairies and brownies confused." My words of explanation
did little to restrict her mirth.
I was still racking my brain in desperation, when my
wife put in an appearance.
"Well she COULD start by hanging out the washing I
guess," Cathy volunteered, glancing across at the
doorway.
"Sure," said the girl, "I'd be happy too."
Cathy took her out the back and through to the laundry.
Moments later she was beside me again.
"Pretty little thing isn't she?" she muttered, looking
out the window.
"Hadn't really noticed," I replied, managing to keep a
straight face somehow.
"Yeah right," she grinned, "That's why your eyes are
glued to her backside, watching her peg stuff out? God,
you men are all the same! She returned to her kitchen
duties.
My wife's observation of course had been spot-on!
Watching that shapely little bottom jiggling about, the
material of her dress riding up her hips slightly as
she reached up on tip-toes with another peg, was
exquisite torture. Fate obviously wanted me dead I
decided, when a moment later she bent over to retrieve
the next item from the wash-basket. Presented
momentarily was the mother of all rear up-skirt vistas,
topped off by a witheringly hot flash of the girl's
light-green knickers, I felt a sudden 'solidarity'
shall we say, in a fully inappropriate area.
Jacynta finished her outdoor task in a few minutes and
stood before me once more.
"Anything more I can do?" she asked in wide-eyed
innocence. How close I came to suggesting she go clean
my car in just her panties.... full wax and polish!
"Do we have something else for her to do hun?" I called
out to Cathy.
"I guess she could clean up the spare room – it's a
mess," came the reply.
"Cool," I thought, at least that's a good excuse to get
her upstairs in a more "accommodating" part of the
house as it were!
Leading her up the flight of stairs, after all there
was no way I could get her to walk ahead of me, I
entered the guest room. Cathy was right – it really was
a mess. Clothes, suitcases and all manner of junk lay
on the un-made bed. Several half-open boxes were strewn
across the floor and the mantel looked to be thick with
dust.
"You've got yourself a challenge there kid," I told
her. "Hang whatever clothes you come across in the
walk-in robe over there." I indicated the far wall.
"The boxes can all go in there too.... smaller stuff
just shove under the twin. Then make the bed, give the
room a dust and I'd say you're done sweetie."
Nothing fazed this girl. "Ok," she beamed, "I can do
that!"
Feeling vaguely 'dismissed,' I could hardly demand to
stay and watch her performance, hoping naturally for
some gratuitous up-skirt replays. Regretfully, I made
my way downstairs.
Barely five minutes later, Cathy announced she was
going to her a friend's place.
"Can I trust you to be alone with her?" she teased,
picking her keys off the rack.
"C'mon hun," I handed her a pained expression. "She's
just TEN years old!"
"Yeah, that's what worries me," she laughed, heading to
the front door.
Remembering suddenly I had no cash on me, I called out
to her. "Oh, Cathy, do you have a few bucks I can give
the girl when she's finished?"
My wife fussed around in her clutch-bag for a few
moments. "Just give her this twenty – she'll have
earned it by the time she's finished upstairs." So
saying, she pulled a bill from her wallet and placed it
in the bowl of loose change we keep on the small
bookcase.
Walking to the den that I used as an office, I sat down
at the computer. My mind was set to roam...not anywhere
it had any rights to be, admittedly. Hitting the
'sleep' button I headed back upstairs.
Still in the process of stowing all those boxes, she
emerged from the walk-in. "Ohh you startled me," she
giggled. Her hand strayed to her chest as she spoke. If
only mine could have followed its lead, I was thinking.
"Would you like a drink sweetie?" I asked. "Doing all
that hard work and all."
"Umm, do you have any Coke or Sprite?" she said, those
blue eyes of hers all but freeing-up the Neanderthal
urges I was striving to control.
"We have both," I replied.
She pondered her options momentarily. "Could I have a
Sprite then please?'
"Sure," I answered, turning on my heel and retracing my
steps to the refrigerator.
"For God's sake, get a grip Matthew," I muttered,
retrieving a can of Sprite from the shelf.
"Here," I said, handing it to her across the threshold,
"Just come down when you've finished love."
Bequeathing me a breezy "Thanks," she took the drink
then sat down on the edge of the bed to make a start on
it. I didn't figure this was really the time to pursue
any further conversation, so I headed back to my
computer where a couple of client-based projects
awaited my further involvement. For a while I was
absorbed in algorithms and html coding.
Distracted suddenly by the sound of that fourth stair
from the bottom, creaking as it always does, I realized
that Jacynta must have finished and was back
downstairs. Crossing the hallway, I could see her
across the far side of the lounge. She spun around as I
walked into the room.
"Ohh, I didn't hear you come in." She looked worried
almost!
"You finished upstairs?" I asked.
"Yep," she replied quietly, "I er, have to go now."
"Of course sweetie," I told her. "Let's just see what
sort of a job you did upstairs first huh?"
She seemed reluctant to move initially. A couple of
moments later I could see why. Even at the distance I
was, I could make out quite clearly that our coin-bowl
was missing a recent donation – a certain twenty-dollar
bill to be precise. I decided on a course of non-
disclosure for the moment, whilst I figured out my
options – and hers!
This time I was able to propel her ahead of me as we
ascended the stairs and without placing too much
emphasis on detail, let us just say the view was quite
spectacular.
She may have been a thief, but damn, she could clean a
room up.
"That's quite an improvement Jacynta," I muttered, "You
really did a great job here."
"Thanks," she answered, quite obviously keen to limit
the conversation. "I really should be going now," she
added, turning towards me.
"Yeah, I guess you do have a few things to pick-up at
the Mall with that twenty dollar bill. Don't let me
keep you sweetheart."
Her face turned ashen. "W-what twenty dollars?" she
asked.
"The one you have there in that zipped-up pocket of
your dress sweetheart, the bill you took from just near
the front door.... remember?"
"I did NOT," she glared at me.
"Ok, show me what's inside that pocket then. If I'm
wrong it won't be there will it?" I stood there calmly,
watching her wriggle uncomfortably.
"You can't MAKE me empty my pockets," she insisted,
"and besides, I'll scream if you come near me."
"I don't HAVE to Jacynta," I told her, "Unfortunately
for you, we have security cameras installed downstairs
– I WATCHED you take it." It was a bluff I figured she
wouldn't try calling – not at ten years old.
How wrong can you be?
"I don't believe you," she smiled cheesily, and anyway,
"I didn't take your stupid money." She had her hands
clasped behind her as she spoke, which merely had the
effect of better delineating those sexy little mounds.
I had to think quickly.
Making no reply I simply stepped out of the room and
picked up the hands-free on the small table. I made
like I was calling someone.
"Who are you ringing?" she asked cautiously.
"Well who do you think Jacynta?" I responded. "The
Police quite obviously. YOU might not be too interested
in our home movies but I'm pretty sure they will be
most attentive when it comes to watching your
performance just now." I deliberately turned away from
her.
"No PLEASE...wait." she cried out. I turned back to
her, still holding the handset to my ear.
"You can't call the Police.... please," the tears
kicked-in right on time, probably genuine too! "My dad
would kill me," she sniffled.
Hesitating a moment, I returned the handset to its
cradle.
"Here, I'll give it back," she offered. "Please don't
tell anyone. I would be kicked out of the Brownies
immediately." She began unzipping the pocket and
reaching inside for the bill, offered it to me."
For a moment I wondered just how much money she had
gotten away with the last year or so. It may well have
been quite a nice little earner for her. There were
however other options I needed to be thinking about.
"Jacynta," I said, frowning at her big time. "You're
missing the point here. Handing me the money back
doesn't fix the problem. You STOLE it. That makes you a
thief.... you understand that?" She inclined her head,
as fresh tears cascaded down her pretty cheeks.
"You want a free ride outta here right?" Again she
nodded. "Well then sweetheart, if you expect something
from me, you're gonna have to give something back –
other than that twenty dollar bill."
I could see a puzzled expression flitting across her
face. "I don't understand," she replied. "What do I
have to give you?"
"Well I was sortaa hoping you might give me a look up
that cute little dress of yours for starters missy."
Her cry of shocked indignation preceded her attempts to
flounce past me.
"You're disgusting," she yelled, "I'm not letting you
see up my dress...and let me go - NOW." I freed her
arm.
"Suit yourself," I said quietly, retrieving the hands-
free. She got as far as the top stair.
"Noo," she yelped. "Please don't call them." She hung
her head momentarily. "Alright, I'll DO what you want,"
she muttered, beginning to pull her dress up slowly.
"No, not like that," I said to her. "Go and sit on the
edge of the bed please."
She did as she was told.
"Now, part your legs for me Jacynta," I instructed.
Watching as the up-skirt view changed from
'interesting' to 'diabolically arousing,' I found it
hard to conceive such good fortune could befall me in
so short a time, that a ten-year old girl would be
sitting on a bed in our guest room, spreading her legs
and exposing her panties to my unhindered gaze.
"Pull your dress right up to your hips sweetie," I
said, "I want to see all of your panties." I could be
wrong, but it seemed to me she wasn't all that
reluctant as she wriggled that gold-edged hem higher,
until the material was bunched up at her waist.
Certainly she kept those slim legs of hers at a
commendably acute angle.
Words cannot do full justice to the moment. Walking
towards her I knelt on the floor, not three feet from
her parted young thighs. I could see clearly that sexy
indentation between her legs. Never has a pair of light
green knickers been displayed to better advantage.
Whether she was wriggling her hips slightly for effect
or just out of discomfort I couldn't say. I raised my
hand between her legs.
"What are you DOING?' she half spluttered, closing her
legs up. "I let you see up my dress, let me go now."
"I said if you remember Jacynta, that I wanted you to
spread your legs for me – "just for STARTERS." Now, are
we going to keep up this charade where you refuse to do
what I ask you - then I pick up the phone....or can we
just get this over with sensibly and quickly? Your call
sweetie.
She pouted, glared and frowned delightfully, then
slowly parted her legs once more.
Kneeling there I could barely believe this was
happening. Reaching forward, my fingers lightly
caressed the front of her panties. There was an
understandable sharp intake of breath on her part, but
to her credit, she kept those legs well apart. I
allowed my finger to trace the full extent of her
vagina, just lightly mind. For several moments I kept
stroking her like that, invoking between my own legs
total anarchy.
"I want you to lie on the bed now sweetie," I told her.
"Face down and with your dress exactly as it is now."
The blush that crossed her face was perfect.
"That's soo gross! I suppose you're going to pull my
panties down and look at my bum?" she almost whimpered.
"Or......." she didn't finish the sentence.
"Hadn't planned on that eventuality Jacynta," I
replied, still wondering what she was meaning by the
"or." Surely not what I was thinking?.. a ten-year old?
C'mon!
Well people I'm here to tell you that incredibly sexy
as that little girl's bottom looked, as she stood
pegging clothes on the line, once it was presented
there on the edge of that bed, barely protected by
those wafer-thin panties... the term "majorly arousing"
just doesn't cover it. Barely eighteen inches across
both cheeks and that stunningly hot cleft quite visible
through the soft material, I just laid my hand on her,
smoothing my way over both curvy cheeks and down to the
tops of her thighs. I wanted to do so much more you can
understand.
I knew she was breathing heavily, unsure of what I was
going to do to her and probably frightened as Hell and
yet, she did not seem to find my touch either
threatening or vile. More than once I would swear her
youthful hips undulated in vague pleasure as I passed
my hand across her sexy little posterior. I have a
sneaking suspicion that all girls of all ages have a
liking for that.
Passing up the opportunity to tug those panties down
for now, I had her turn around and sit up. I sat myself
down right beside her on the coverlet. Allowing her to
pull her dress back down, she just looked across at me
expectantly.
"Can I GO now?" she asked, somewhat hopefully I
thought.
"Just a few more minutes sweetie," I answered, allowing
my right hand to travel the short distance it needed,
to enclose that gentle swelling beneath her name tag.
Such illicit tactility unavoidably affects the male
procreative system. Mine was on red-alert as you can
imagine.
"The girl squirmed beneath my touch, more so when I
transferred my attentions to the other girlish mound-
in-progress. Fondling her as she just sat there, I
could see the resignation in her face.
"What would your wife say if she saw you doing this?"
she pouted. A fair question I figured.
"She'd probably divorce me Jacynta. Either that or
she'd go find a shot-gun." I replied quite honestly.
I withdrew my arms. "Now I want you to go over there
sweetheart," I pointed to an area of carpet near the
walk-in robe, "and take your dress off please."
This time the gasp was fully audible. "Oh please don't
make me do THAT," she pleaded.
"Take the dress off Jacynta," I ordered. You know the
alternative.
A very brief Mexican standoff ensued – one with an
inevitable conclusion of course. The girl got off the
bed and crossed the room. Standing there facing me, she
unzipped the dress at the side and slowly pulled it
over her head.
My turn to gasp - HAD I less control. Imagine if you
will, the prettiest little moppet stripping for you.
Already curvy in all the right places, the less she
wore, the older she looked. Cute as that slim body,
shoulder-length blonde locks and girlish expression
were – it was really the panties and doll-size bra that
really did it for me. Standing awkwardly, her hands and
arms trying futilely to cover-up, she was a vision of
pre-teen desirability. I had her turn around slowly.
The view from the rear if anything, topped the frontal
aspect. If ever a pair of panties were pleading to be
lowered – it was those light green teasers.
"Very beautiful Jacynta," I muttered, "Now be a good
girl and lose that training bra would you?"
"Noo, please" she begged.
I got to my feet, "No problem sweetheart, I'll do it
for you."
More tears but logic won out. Slipping the straps down
her arms, she undid the small clasp and wriggled out of
it.
"Put your arms down," I instructed, "Yeah, just like
that. Leave them at your sides please."
What can I say? More swollen nipples than anything
else, her tiny breasts were visual ecstasy. I could
have sat there staring at them until my first pension
check. Let's not even get started on that beautiful
near-naked body with but a pair of tight, clingy,
almost transparent panties offering some token modesty.
I had her turn around once more – several times in
fact.
Indicating that she should then approach me, I wondered
if she had noticed my straining erection? As she pulled
up at my feet, another light gasp suggested that she
had.
Placing my arms around her bottom I drew her nearer.
She simply stared fascinated as I kissed first her
right breast then the left. I would not recommend
anyone with a heart condition try this! A young girl's
breasts have a very distinctive smell, it is to die
for. Add to this their texture and the illicit nature
of such an exploratory and you have a recipe for on-
site madness.
Unable to control my natural urge, I drew down on those
still puffy nipples and suckled her stupid. Such
resistance as she could muster, including cries of
"that is SO disgusting" were not backed-up by her body
language. Wriggling her hips and quite perceptibly
arching her back merely served to aid my cause. I began
nuzzling her and smothering her breasts with kisses.
When that inclination ran its course I once again began
sucking her gently, even as I slipped my hand inside
the rear of her panties, fondling both cheeks and
feeling my way progressively down her tight cleft.
Whether she was simply resigned to her fate or she
actually was enjoying what I was doing to her I
couldn't say, but at the point I pulled her backwards
on to the bed, laying her down, both legs hanging off
the edge, she didn't appear to be resisting at all.
Kneeling then on the floor between her legs, I parted
them to such an extent that her vulva was straining
against the soft material of her panties. Inclining my
head, I kissed her defenceless vaginal mound which
brought forth multiple gasps and wriggles. I began
rubbing her through her panties, quite losing the plot.
Maybe she was that hot herself she no longer cared, but
at the point I held her panties aside to gaze on that
which I had been imagining since first I opened our
front door, she made no attempt to cover herself.
Obviously puberty had come a'calling early. Although
for the most part, smooth in appearance, her vagina
still protruded in the manner of a very young girl
despite the onset of light blond hairs in places. This
confluence of child and young woman was somehow even
sexier. Holding her panties wider, unavoidably adding
to the wholly indecent aspect of the spreadeagled girl,
I could but stare at the hint of pinkish tissue between
those moist yet quite chubby lips.
Inclining my head, I kissed her flush on that
provocative little slit. She reacted as if submitting
to electro-shock therapy with a full body spasm and
yelp of surprise. Another kiss was needed to steady the
ship. This time I heard what surely was a pleasured
sigh? Figuring to go for broke, I then slipped my
fingers inside the waistband of her panties, tugging
them right down and off.
She sat up protesting violently and trying to cover her
immature breasts and pussy simultaneously, a task quite
beyond her meagre resources.
"Not all my clothes... I didn't say you can STRIP me."
She wailed.
I pulled her to her feet. "Walk around the room for me
sweetie, let me see how pretty you are naked."
Despite her protestations, the poor kid really didn't
have much choice. Call it wishful thinking but I really
think she was getting-off on parading nude in front of
me. It was certainly getting me off! Just watching
those partially formed breasts jiggling as she moved,
not to mention the sight of her exquisite little bottom
in all its curvy perfection, was enough to consign my
self-control out the window.
"Come here Jacynta," I said. "This is the last thing I
will ask you to do." Nervously she approached. I patted
the bed beside me. "Lie down here please, face down."
"You're not going to rape me are you?" she stammered.
"Well quite frankly, I would love to sweetheart," I
replied, "But no, I wouldn't do that to a ten-year old
– well, unless she asked me to.... ARE you asking me?"
I enquired hopefully.
"No," she answered, "Of course not."
I dragged her unresisting form to the bed and she lay
down on the covers as instructed.
"Just stay there Jacynta and don't turn around OK?' I
told her.
"Alright," she whispered. "You're going to jerk-off on
me aren't you?"
"Maybe," I replied, my zipper already on the descent.
Manoeuvering her legs apart once more, I crouched
between them. This was not going to be an extended
session I well knew. Extricating then an erection I
could barely recognise, I began applying some hands-on
therapy. I could hear Jacynta's heavy breathing...it
matched my own. Whether to aid my cause or simply that
she was embarrassed by the whole deal, but she kept
wriggling her hips about, the flow-on effect of which
was to further add to the provocative tease-factor
provided by that sexy little bottom.
By judicious realignment of my decadent visuals, I
could see quite clearly now the girl's vaginal ingress,
barely six inches below the tip of my penile servant.
How easy it would have been to forge my way inland,
given her tender years and limited physical
empowerment. Lowering my left hand I began rubbing her
pussy even as I jacked off. Barely had my middle finger
separated her labia than I felt the magma rising.
Even as the first spurt snaked across her left rear
cheek I saw her young body jerk with shocked surprise.
"Just lie still." I muttered, jacking furiously and
watching as a second sticky salute coated her right
cheek and lower back. The sight of my cum glistening
across her bottom, extended my orgasmic bliss and I was
able to extricate two further 'outtakes' of hot semen.
Much like a small boy wishing to hide the evidence of
his wrongdoing, I swiftly re-zipped my pants.
"Have you finished?" she asked mechanically.
I didn't answer her immediately, simply using my
fingers to work the sticky gel all over her bum and
down her cleft.
"Ewww.... totally gross," she whimpered.
With my fingers now as sticky as her lower back, I had
her turn over...fully oblivious to the mess it would be
making of the coverlet. She lay there looking up at me,
legs apart slightly, hands above her head. I knelt
beside her on the bed. She didn't even question my
actions as I placed my fingers on her right nipple and
began transferring excess semen to both the breast
itself and her embryonic cleavage. Rubbing the
remainder into her other breast was definitely worth
twenty years in the slammer.
With yet some traces of cum remaining, I reached down
between her legs and drew my hand slowly across her
slit and around her vagina. The area was not without
its own moisture I realised. Although she squirmed some
at the behest of my fingers, she made no attempt to
move my hand, simply lying there, watching my perverted
activities.
"NOW can I go please?" she asked.
"Just one final request sweetie, let me kiss you," I
responded.
She lay there unmoving, simply meeting my lips with her
own. I could never have expected the effect this would
have on me. She may have been only ten-years old but
did she ever know how to kiss. I was a lost cause.
Pulling her upright I just had to suckle those tiny
breasts one last time.
A sound behind me caused me to turn around. Cathy stood
there leaning against the door frame.
"I know we're out of milk Matthew," she said, daintily
applying nail polish to her little finger, "but
couldn't you at least have WAITED until we went to the
Mall?"
(c) Peter_Pan
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
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