Darcy Pees Her Panties

H. Grant


   The bell rang for recess and Mrs.  Millard's kindergarden class clamored
for the door.  The teacher was startled by their hyper activity.  She had
just finished reading a short story book and was hoping that the kids would
remain calm before going outside.  Not a chance.

   "Now children quiet down and get in a single file line.  You heard me.
Single file!" she blurted out trying to sustain her ever waining patience
with the little tykes.

   Mrs.  Millard kept an eye on young Billy.  He was the worst of the
bunch. Always getting into trouble, he stopped at nothing when it came to
picking on girls - especially Darcy.  The middle aged teacher took pity on
her.  The youngster had just turned five and was still having problems
adjusting to Kindergarden.  She was rather small for a five year old with
shiny locks of hair and the cutest dimples whenever she smiled.

   Mrs.  Millard felt sorry for her in more ways than one.  For starters,
Darcy was a slow learner.  Her reading skills were minimal for her age, she
couldn't draw pictures that resembled anything, and she couldn't write. 
Worst of all, she still had accidents now and then which only added fuel to
Billy's torturous comments.  For some reason, Darcy's parents had pushed
for their daughter to start schooling on schedule - despite repeated
cautioning from the school board.  In many ways, Darcy was still acting the
age of a 3 year old despite having turned 5 recently.  Despite these
obvious drawbacks in Darcy's learning capabilities, Mrs.  Millard had a
soft spot for the youngster and went out of her way to help her whenever
she could.

   However, she couldn't watch over Darcy all the time.  And that was where
the trouble started.  Young Billy was not the only bully in Kindergarden.
He had a group of 1st and 2nd graders with whom he was friends with. 
Having flunked his first year of Kindergarden, he was now six years old and
closing in on seven.  Some of his pals were turning eight.  Darcy was their
favorite target.  They enjoyed teasing the little girl whenever they could.
Even at their young age, they had a pretty good idea that Darcy wasn't all
that bright, and they were quick to take advantage.  They were already at
the age where sexual curiosity had overtaken their thoughts.  Billy was the
youngest of the bunch, but he was clearly the leader.  He had played
"doctor" and "house" with several willing girls in his neighborhood and had
often bragged about it to his mates.  Maybe it was because he was "lucky"
or because of his bulishness, but the others seemed to fall in line behind
him - especially when it came to picking on girls and calling them names.

   During the recess period, Billy caught Darcy struggling to climb the
miniature sliding board on the playground.  He watched the little girl
trying to scale the plastic steps in her pink overhauls.  Her hair had
precious curls in it that glared in the sun light - making them seem
brighter than they were - almost a light shade of blonde.  In the dark
recesses of young Billy's mind, he imagined what lay underneath Darcy's
school clothing.  He imagined a tiny pair of poke-a-dot underwear.  He
imagined the tiny little camel toe that outlined her little "pee pee." He
imagined her sweet little bottom all pink and soft to the touch.

   Billy had such a vivid imagination because he had already been lucky
enought to see such girlish features during his hidden escapades with the
neighborhood girls - some of which resided at another nearby preschool.  He
had seen almost six different "pee pee's" in his young life.  Some were
bold and fleshy - puffing outward in an inviting manner.  Other little
girl's had cunnies that were rather small and pinkish and rather tight in
appearence.  He enjoyed playing games with them.  One of the girls even let
him smell her down there.  His little peter had gotten hard and swollen on
many occasions remembering that fine day.  Billy definately had a way with
those girls.  He often picked on them when he was in an angry mood.  Then
he would be nice to them for a while in order to get what he wanted. 
Though his neighborhood "girlfriends" didn't like it when he was cruel to
them, they respected him because he was so tough for such a young age.  The
young girls felt flattered whenever he invited them over to see his tree
house that his older brother had made for him.

   Billy's thoughts were interrupted by Darcy's plea for help.

   "Somebody help....I can't get down!" Darcy whimpered uncontrollably.

   Billy looked around to see if anyone had heard her, but most of the kids
where playing kick-ball near the other side of the playground.  Others were
running around aimlessly getting themselves tired out.  Mrs.  Millard was
talking on her cell phone which was common place when she had the children
out for recess.  Noting that she was only paying half attention, Billy
scaled the sliding board and crept up behind little Darcy.  He looked
around carefully to see if any of the other children were watching, then he
quickly pressed his nose against Darcy's bottom and smelled.  He was hoping
to catch a wiff of the same kind of odor he had smelled when he placed his
nose against his girlfriend's pee pee.  Seeing as to how this was not the
right side of Darcy's privates, he couldn't smell anything.  Just the
fabric of the little girl's pink overhauls.

   "Get away from me Billy!" she screamed as she realized what he had done.

   Angry at her remark, Billy nudged her toward the top of the ladder and
shoved her down the sliding board.

   "See you after school DARCY DUMMY!" he shouted toward her.

   Billy wasn't kidding.  He had been itching to get his young boyish hands
on Darcy for a while now.  All the other girls he had been with he had to
beg them to pull down their panties for him.  Often he would offer to show
them HIS special place as long as they showed him theirs first.  However,
in Darcy's case, Billy figured he could trick her into doing almost
whatever he wanted.  A plan was already hatching in his mind toward the end
of the school day.

   That afternoon, Darcy got off the school bus not realizing that Billy
and a few of his friends had followed her off.  As she crossed through a
wooded area near her house, the young boys caught up with her.

   "Hey Darcy.  Where are you going?" said one of the boys trying to sound
as nice as possible.

   Little Darcy turned with a finger in her cute little mouth and eyed her
visitors.  She noticed Billy and she began to frown.

   "Don't worry Darcy.  I'm not going to hurt you." said Billy.  "I'm sorry
about what I did on the playground today - wanna be friends?"

   Darcy was hesitant to answer.

   "Yeah Darcy.  We all wanna be your friend.  Can we be your friend?" said
another boy trying hard not to snicker at the little girl in front of him.

   Darcy felt a warm rush inside.  A glow that came with the pleasure of
being accepted by such a cute group of boys.  She didn't have any friends.
Perhaps these boys would be her first.

   "Yeah...I...I guess we can be friends..." she stammered still feeling a
bit surprised.

   "Well we wanna be your friend too." said one of the 2nd graders.  "We'll
even take you over to Billy's Tree house and show you around."

   A small shiver rippled through Darcy's young body.  She couldn't believe
that she was being invited over to Billy's tree house.  She had heard a lot
about it in Kindergarden class.  It sounded like a really fun place.

   "I gotta go home and ask my mommy." she explained a bit sadly.

   Darcy's mother was very strict and protective - mainly because she knew
of Darcy's learning disabilities.  It was the main reason why Darcy was
kept away from other children in her neighborhood.  It was the main reason
Darcy didn't have any friends to speak of.

   "Don't worry Darcy.  It will only be for a little while.  We have a
special game we like to play when we go up there, but we need a girl in
order to play it."

   "What kinda game?" asked Darcy letting her curiousity get the best of
her dim little mind.

   "We'll show you." said Billy in an attempt to hurry things along.

   Darcy relented - seeing this as a special opportunity to make new
friends.  So she started walking with them.  The walk to Billy's house was
long.  He had gotten off the bus pre-maturily in order to follow Darcy with
his friends.  They walked through a large section of woods to get to
Billy's house.

   "Hey Billy.  What if your mom's home?" asked one of his friends.

   Billy hadn't given much thought to that.  Surely his mother was probably
at home waiting for him to arrive by himself.  This would surely create
complications because the tree house was in plain view within the back
yard. Further more, he couldn't see sneaking Darcy up into his tree house
with his other three friends.  Even if he could, there wouldn't be enough
space for all of them at once.

   Billy stopped and looked around.  They were now in the thick of the
woods with not a house in site.

   "I guess we can play the game here." he suggested looking at his pals
for approval.

   They all nodded in unison.  Billy had told them the kind of game he had
wanted to play with Darcy.  They all knew that he had the most experience
in getting little girls his age to play "special games." When he told them
about this particular game, they were squeemish at first, yet
overwhelmingly excited.  They had never seen a little girl do THAT before.

   "Darcy wanna play?" asked Billy.

   "Aren't we gonna go over to your tree house?" she asked timidly.

   "Can't.  My mom's home.  We gotta play here." he said.

   "What kinda game Billy?" she asked in her usual dim girlie voice.

   "It's called fireman." he responded.  "We all take turns putting out a
fire with our water hoses."

   Young Billy pointed to a pile of dead leaves on the ground.

   "Here.  I'll show you." said Billy as he began to unbuckle his small
pants.

   Darcy watched in child-like amazement as little Billy unziped his pants
and pulled them down - revealing his white underwear.

   "Oh....oh my gosh...." Gulped Darcy as her little heart began pumping
fast.

   She had never seen a little boy nude before.  Nor had she imagined it.

   "Watcha gonna do B...Billy?" she stammered.

   "Watch." he said excitedly.

   The other boys watched too.  However this was nothing new to them.  They
all had pissing contests in the little boy's room at school to see who
could pee the farthest.  Besides, the thought of Billy's master plan had
them too excited to back out now.  They wanted to see little Darcy pull
down her pants.  They wanted to see her "private area." But most
importantly, they wanted to see her...PEE!"

   The plan began to unfold as Billy pulled down his underwear revealing
his tiny little penis which was partially erect.  The little nub stood up
and he aimed it at the pile of dead leaves on the ground.

   "See Darcy.  You gotta pretend that's the fire."

   Darcy stared in disbelief.  She couldn't believe what she was seeing -
nor could she believe what she was about to witness.  She stared long and
hard at little Billy's penis.  It looked soft and yet it was pointy.  A
shiver of excitment and bewilderment went through her soft little body -
like tiny electro shocks.  Little spurts of excitement trickled down to her
"special place" and she began to quiver where she stood.  Young Darcy began
to feel itchy in her special "pee pee" place.

   Presently, a small stream of piddle gushed out of Billy's penis and onto
the leaves.  It was like a long golden spout coming out of a young god. 
This made Darcy feel really weird.  It seemed that the more she watched,
the more she admired Billy and wanted to be with him.  She watched in utter
amazement as the next boy unzipped his pants and pulled them down -
revealing another soft little peter.  This one looked slightly shriveled
up. It also had an extra layer of skin on it at the tip which made it look
different.  The young boy aimed his tiny penis where Billy's pile of urine
resided and began squirting his own golden necter.

   "See Darcy.  We're puttin' out the fire." exclaimed another boy as he
pulled down his pants and underwear and began to pee in the same location.

   When all the boys finished.  They turned to Darcy.

   "Now it's your turn." they said almost in unison.

   "Wha....what do ya mean?" asked Darcy still in awe of what she had
witnessed.

   "C'mon Darcy." said Billy stepping up close to her.  "Nobody will know.
We just wanna play with you a little bit."

   "Yeah.  said another.  "We're tired of playing fireman."

   "C'mon Darcy.  Show us your underpants."

   "Yeah C'mon Darcy.  We won't tell.  We promise."

   Darcy looked around at all the boys.  Suddenly she became scared.  She
was horribly outnumbered and even if she could get away, she had forgotten
how to get out of the woods.

   "Please....I...I don't wanna..." she began to whimper.

   "Just show us a little bit Darcy.  We'll be your special friends
forever."

   "Please..." Darcy pleaded as she began backing away.

   Naturally she backed into one of the little boys.  Almost instinctively
he grabbed her arms from behind and held her firmly.

   "I got her.  Get her clothes." he stammered.

   The boy who had grabbed her was the eldest.  He was in the third grade
and going on the age of eight.  He was also quite naturally the strongest.

   Billy stepped forward and began undoing little Darcy's overhauls.  Pink
material began to unravel as he undid some of the clips and buckles.  Darcy
tried to scream and kick, but one of the boys pick up his underpants and
stuffed them into her mouth.  Darcy's tongue was greeted with the taste of
the young boy's undies.  It tasted a little salty with a hint of stale
urine inside.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as Darcy began to feel an
uncontrollably urge to pee.

   Finally, the boys had stripped away all of her clothing except for her
precious pink underpants.  They were made of soft pink cotton with little
daisies on them.  Darcy tried to fight the urge to go potty, but soon she
was overcome.  Suddenly, as all the boys watched, a small patch of dampness
began to form in the crotch of Darcy's pink little panties.  It grew and
expanded until a few drips of girlie piddle escaped out of the tiny fabric
and onto the ground.

   The boys were still nude themselves, and there little penis's became
stiff and firm at the site of little Darcy wetting her panties.

   "Look!  She's peeing her undies!" shouted one of the boys.

   Suddenly they all burst out laughing and pointing at Darcy's private
area.

   "C'mon Billy.  Let's have a look inside her panties!" said one of the
boys.

   Billy decided to give Darcy a chance to be free and do it on her own. 
He wasn't used to taking a little girl by force.

   "All right Darcy.  If we let you go, you promise to do what we want?"

   The little girl hesitated, then nodded her head shamefully.

   With that, the older boy released her and she stood there in front of
her special admirers feeling extremely embarrassed.  She crossed one leg
over the other in order to hide her shameful wetness but it was no use. 
All the boys had already gotten an excellent view of her moist accident.

   "wha....what do ya want me ta do?" she stammered placing her hands in
front of her crotch while keeping her legs crossed.

   "We want ya to pull down your panties for us." explained Billy.

   "N...no...Billy,,,p...please....I'm.....I'm wet!"

   "That's why we wanna see." Billy explained - his penis throbbing at full
length by now.

   "Ok Billy....but please..don...don't tell anybody about
this....promise?"

   "I promise." Billy said turning to his friends and winking.

   The other boys began giggling and putting their clothes back on.  They
didn't want to get caught out in the woods naked.  Billy began putting his
clothes on too giving Darcy a few moments to prepare herself for the
embarrasing act she was about to do.

   Presently, all the boys surrounded her and stared lustfully at her naked
body.  She was totally nude except for her shameful damp underpants with
little daisies on them.

   "C'mon Darcy.  Give us a little peak.  We won't tell." said one of the
boys.

   Darcy lowered her head in shame for a moment.  Her cheeks became flush
with pink and embarrassment.  Then she slowly began to uncross her legs and
place her tiny hands at the sides of her waistbands.  Gently she pulled her
little pink cotton panties down to reveal the beginnings of her baby potty
hole.  So soft, puffy, pink, and fleshy.  The other boys gasped at Darcy's
damp little slit.  When her panties were lowered to just above her knee
caps, they each took turns getting up close and looking inside.  Each boy
got a perfect view of her piddle stained panties.

   "Now your gonna let us smell you." said Billy.

   "NO WAY!" said another boy.  "I don't wanna SMELL her.  She stinks!"

   "You can do whatever you want." offered Billy to his friends.  "Just
don't hurt her.  We don't want her goin' home cryin' to her mommy."

   More laughter erupted from the boys.

   "p...please...no...." Darcy whimpered in total submission.

   "You'll do whatever I say or I'll tell everybody at school." threatened
Billy.

   "a....ok...Billy....please don't tell anybody."

   For the first time in their short little lives, each of the boys began
to appreciate a sense of control - complete control over something. 
Gradually, each boy began to achieve a sense of heightened sexual arousel
at the site of Darcy's helplessness.  The boys were too young to understand
the nature of these feelings - that these thoughts and vibes were the
precurseres to sexual satisfaction through male dominance and supremecy. 
All they could understand was the immediate stiffness in their tiny cocks
at the site of young Darcy - her puffy little cunt - her pee peed panties
draped around her knee caps in shameful fashion.  It was all a dream come
true.

   Soon, each boy began taking turns getting up close and inspecting Darcy.

   The first boy was Tommy.  He knelt down close to Darcy's pee stained
panties and looked inside.  Then he looked at her girlie hole and stared
for a long time.  Finally he took a finger and ran it up and down the
course of her tiny little pisser.  Darcy felt a slight ticklish sensation
when he did this and began to squirm a little bit.

   The next boy was Mark.  The seven year old knelt down and placed his
thumb and forefinger between Darcy's little cunny crack - attempting to
spread it open and look inside.  It was very tight of course.  Only a
little bit of the fleshy folds parted revealing only a hint of the juicy
inside of Darcy's damp little world.  Mark didn't want to get too close to
Darcy because he hated the smell of her accident.  He just wanted to have a
look.

   Next was Scott (the eldest).  He knelt down and placed his entire face
between Darcy's chubby little legs and inhalded the damp odor of child wee
wee.  Darcy blushed uncontrollably and turned her head away in shame as her
potty hole was completely exposed to the perverted boy.  The young bully
obviously took great pleasure in inhaling the sweet smell of Darcy's weak
and inferior girlie scents.

   Finally it was Billy's turn.  Darcy began to sob uncontrollably as her
young tormentor followed in Scott's footsteps - only he took it a step
further...

   "Turn around Darcy." Billy grunted with lust.

   "why?  p...please Billy no..."

   "Do it or else you know what I'll say in school tomorrow."

   Darcy began to cry and sob uncontrollably.  The very things that were
sacred and private only to her were being completely revealed and exposed
for the pleasure of these sick boys.  Finally she relented and turned
herself around so that her bottom was facing the boys.

   "Yeah Billy....let's see inside!" said Tommy.

   Billy turned toward Darcy's bottom and placed a small hand on each of
her soft baby cheeks.  Gently he spread them apart - exposing the inner
cavity of her soft little bottom.  Within moments, all the boys got a
perfect view of Darcy's sweet little hiney hole - all brown and crinkly. 
Billy placed his face up close to get a perfect close up.

   "Get outta the way Billy we can't see." said Scott.

   "Just hold on a sec it's my turn now." replied Billy trying to contain
his excitement in front of his friends.

   Billy stared lustfully at Darcy's shameful little anus.  To him, the
soft brown hole was a beautiful little thing, and he had to restrain
himself from diving his face inside her sweet healthy bottom and smelling
the sweet girlie stench that lay within.

   Tears streamed down Darcy's cheeks as she realized what Billy was after
inside her tiny bum.

   "Oooh....oh gosh no....please Billy stop....stop looking at me down
there (sob)...(sob)."

   But Billy was relenteless, and by the time the ordeal was over, little
Darcy was left to dress herself and find her way home.  Sobbing and
blushing uncontrollably, she ran in the direction of the nearest road.  Her
overhauls were still unfastened because she did not know how to restore the
clips and buckles properly.  Young Darcy felt relieved when she saw an old
brown van pull to the side of the road.  She ran up to the driver to ask
for help.  A middle aged man looked down at her and asked her where she
lived.  Darcy didn't recognize where she was so she gave it her best guess.
She pointed down the road and to the left.

   "What happened to yer overhauls?  You all right?" asked the man as he
seemed to feel sorry for her.

   "Please....I...I don' wanna tell....just please take me home Mister..."

   "OK hop in." said the man pointing to the passenger door.

   Little Darcy reached up as far as she could and opened the door to the
van.  After a brief struggle, she managed to climb in.  The middle aged man
looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the little girl getting into
his van.  Again, Darcy pointed out the way she wanted to go.

   "Don't worry little lady.  I know a special place where I can help ya
out with those sweet lil' overhauls of yours."

   With that, The driver smiled and locked the automatic doors.  Then he
turned the van around and headed off in the opposite direction.
   

THE END 

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