Mr. Man  (Mg,extreme pedo,toddler,mast,penetration,orgasm)

by Nick Young


   "Is it okay if I sit here?" asked the man as he began to lower himself
onto the park bench.  The little girl at the other end of the bench said
nothing but gave him a nice big smile.  "I'll take that as a yes, then," he
smiled back, leaning against the back of the bench with a sigh of relief .
"Oh, that is nice, having a rest from walking," he turned towards the
little girl and asked, "are you waiting for anybody special?"

   "No, nobody special," answered the youngster, "I used to meet my bestest
friend here, but he's dead, two weeks ago."

   "Dead?", the man's voice rose in surprise, so he repeated himself, in a
lower, more controlled, tone of voice, "dead?  what happened to the little
boy?"

   To his amazement, the tiny tot began to giggle, then laugh out loud,
until tears came to her eyes.

   "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, concerned she was becoming
hysterical.

   "You said 'little boy' and my bestest friend was the man next door to
us, Mister Wilkes, and he was seventytwo years when he died.  We had lots
fun, that's what Mister Wilkes called it, playing our special games
together," she gave the man a piercing stare, not quite what he expected
from one so young, he thought, then, fixing him with that same gaze, the
girl continued, "I don't spose you're someone who likes playing special
games with little girls, now I don't have anyone to play with anymore,
huh?"

   "Well," the man answered, choosing his words carefully, "if I knew what
these special games were, I guess I might like playing them with you, at
that."

   She turned towards him and putting her feet on the bench, clasped her
knees, and the man couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing any
panties!  He pointed to her bare crotch.

   "No panties," he pointed out and asked, with a smile, "is that in memory
of your Mr Wilkes?"

   "No, silly," the girl giggled, he noticed she had a very sexy giggle for
one so young, "I had an assident with 'em.  I wanted to go toilet but there
wasn't anybody to ask to help me, so I pooed my panties.  I wiped my botty
with them and put 'em in the waste bin." She looked at him keenly, then
gave a little nod.  "I need to go wee, do you want to help me?"

   "Why yes, indeed," said the man.  Needing no second thought, he was
already rising from the bench.  "But I can't use the ladies, we'll have to
use the gents, okay?"

   The not many years old nodded.  How old was she, wondered the man.

   "Before we do," he said, looking around at the deserted park, "I think
we should be introduced.  What's your name, for a start, and how old are
you?"

   "My name is Lucinda Richards," said the girl, unfolding her skinny body
as if reciting, "most people call me 'Sindy', with an 'S', like the doll,"
she explained, stopped, and added, "and I'm almost five years old," then
looked at him expectantly.

   "You can call me...Mister Man," he told her, carefully avoiding the
phrase 'my name is'.  The girl nodded with what appeared to be
satisfaction, then took him by the hand.

   "Okay, Mister Man, if I tell you something, can we get on?"

   "Sure, honey," he looked down at her, "what do you want to tell me?"

   "If I don't get to the toilet soon, I'm going to burst!!!!," she hissed.

   Having checked that the gents was empty, and no one was watching, the
man and child stood together in a cubicle.  The child had finished pissing
and was pulling her sole item of clothing, her dress, over her head,
handing it to her gobsmacked companion.

   "Put that on the hook for me, please," the man obeyed, "now can you get
some paper and wipe my sweetie clean?  Here," she pointed at her crotch,
"you do want to help me, don't you?"

   "Why do you call it your sweetie," asked the man as he began to rub her
tiny cunt with some toilet tissue.

   "My Uncle Donald used to call it that," she giggled.  This was one
giggly little preteen, without a doubt, he thought.  "My Uncle Donald was
who taught me some of the special games.  He used to babysit me and we were
playing a finger game when mummy and daddy came back early, cos mummy was
ill.  All of a sudden, when he seed our game, daddy started shouting at
Uncle Donald and mummy put me to bed.  I didn't know what daddy was so
angry about, Uncle Donald had told me we weren't doing anything wrong, just
that they were special secret games and shouldn't be talked about." The
little girl paused and checked the man's face to see how he was taking her
tale.  "Anyway Uncle Donald didn't babysit me anymore, fact is, he went
away all of a sudden, and I haven't seen him since.  Mummy took me to the
doctor and he zamined my sweetie and told her it was broken, but it seemed
okay to Mr Wilkes when he checked it, so it must have mended itself."

   "Very probably," the man grunted, realising that he was 'wiping' her
tiny slit with more than a little force, "these special games, you want to
tell me about them?"

   "Well, for a start if we were playing a special game of 'wiping my
sweetie clean', you wouldn't be using paper to do it."

   "Would I not," asked the man, earnestly.

   "No, you'd get rid of the paper, and I'd show you what you do," said the
preteen, holding her spread-legged position and watching him throw the
handful of toilet paper into the toilet bowl, "good," she said, "now we can
play 'poperly'."

   The tiny girl used her fingers to pull her preteen cuntlips apart,
causing the man to feel a tightening of his chest - and elsewhere!

   "You pretend your fingers are a piece of toilet paper and you use them
to wipe my sweetie, right?"

   "Right," agreed the man, pulling down his trousers, "just in case
anybody looks over the partition," he explained, sitting down on the toilet
seat, his cock rampant as a flagpole.  The girl gave him a puzzled stare.

   "Well, come on then!" she said suddenly.

   The man obeyed, making straight for her tiny clit.

   "If you do it right, it makes me go all funny," the four year old
pointed out, "but it's nothing to worry about, it doesn't hurt."

   "Thanks for letting me know," Mr Man replied, "I'll make sure I don't
worry when you go all funny.  Now, you put your hands on my shoulders and
hang on tight."

   He slipped his middle finger between her swollen pussy lips, wondering,
as he did so if this tiny preteen was as aroused, as much as her cuntlips
would indicate, all the time.

   When he had been paying particular attention to her tiny, yet swollen,
clit, and the little mite was beginning to huff and puff, her eyes tightly
closed, the man suddenly slipped his finger inside her preteen cunt.

   Her head jerked back, her eyes opened wide and she made a sound which he
neither understood nor took any notice of.  He just stared back at her,
without smiling, and kept his finger, lodged deep inside her, quite still,
and waited.

   For what seemed an age, nothing happened, the only sound, the fairly
heavy breathing of man and child.

   The child closed her eyes and attempted to move her vagina on his
finger.

   "Keep ever so still," he whispered softly in her ear, "it's important."
The child stopped moving.

   The outside door to the toilets suddenly creaked open, then closed with
a bang.  Foosteps crossed to the urinal.  The sound of a zip followed by
the sound of peeing, and an audible sigh of relief.  A cough and a spit,
the sound of footsteps again and of the door opening and closing with a
bang, once more.

   The little girl and the man let out their breath, together, in a noisy
gasp, unaware that they had both stopped breathing for nigh on a minute.

   The man's finger, like his cock, inside his trousers, throbbed inside
the little girl's cunt.

   Then he felt it, delight of delights, her immature cunt muscles began to
squeeze his finger, how he wished it was his cock in there, as the four
year old orgasmed, hard, possibly for the first time.

   But that wasn't it, as far as Mr Man.  The still finger had proved
popular with a number of young girls, they were also keen on what he did
next.  As the preteen slowly came down from her high, before she had
completely recovered, he pulled his finger out of her, up to the first
knuckle, then drove it in again.

   This time he kept the palm of his hand flat, which meant that each time
he slammed his finger back inside that wet, little cunt, he spanked her
clitoris.

   Thankfully nobody needed a wee, because the little girl who had thought
she was in command, was turned into a sex mad beast child.

   Her finger nails tore at the mab's skin, she cried, grunted, screamed,
gasped, and each time his had smacked againt her sweetie, she pushed her
crotch down onto it.

   The man managed to muffle some of the noise by kissing the child,
forcing his big, sloppy tongue into her tiny mouth, and sucking her sweet
tongue, when she returned the compliment.

   It seemed to go on and on as the child experienced multiple orgasms,
until at last, he drove his finger into her, one more time, and kept it
there, while Sindy fell forward onto him, almost out of it.

   One thing he did know, Uncle Dave never topped that!  However Uncle
Dave, or dear old Mr Wilkes, or even both of them, had given the tot one or
more fingerings which had broken the natural barrier to a man's erection,
and the sweaty little girl leaning against him had juiced enough to make
her little cunt nice and slippery.

   "Come on, darling," he said, "straddle my legs and sit on my lap."

   The four year old, still groggy from the extreme masturbation she had
received, slid onto the man's lap, his stiff hot cock pushing against her
belly.

   "Did your Uncle's peepee ever get stiff and hard like mine?"

   The child nodded her head.

   "And Mr Wilkes, did his get stiff?"

   She nodded her head again.

   "And did they put their peepees in your little sweetie hole?"

   This time the child raised her face to his, a look of interest in her
eyes, before she shook her head.

   "Well, I'm going to put MY peepee in your sweetie, because I know it'll
make us both feel really good, okay?"

   The tiny child didn't say or do anything for a minute then she asked,
"you're not going to hurt me are you, mister man?

   "I'll try not to, baby, I promise," he answered.

   "Okay," she nodded, putting her arms round his neck.

   "If I raise you up a little, can you put the head of my cock into where
your little hole starts?"

   "I guess so," she answered, looking down at his cockhead as she reached
for it, "your's is thinner than Uncle Dave's AND Mr Wilkes's, but it's
longer.  I like it, it looks nice and friendly," and she giggled.

   The man raised her hips by putting both hands under her buttocks and
gently lifting the tiny body.  As soon as he felt Sindy slot his cockhead
in the entrance to her vagina, it was just a case of lowering her body onto
his hot stiff cock, until the lips enfolded the head.  "Mmmmmmm!" moaned
Sindy, and the man echoed her, and lowered her skinny little hips a little
further, then a little further.

   Sindy lay forward against the man's chest as she felt his hot cock fill
her tiny cunt to the utmost, and purred with delight.

   Mr Man did what he did so well, something that had brought a lot of
little girls to the point of no return.  He kept his erection still, only
letting it throb deep inside her four year old vagina, then, feeling
between her wide-open legs with one hand, he began to play with her clit.
His other hand rubbed and pinched her tiny nipples which, by this time,
weren't quite so tiny as they had been earlier.

   And all the time his hard hot cock throbbed inside her.  When she tried
to move up and down on it, the man kept her body firmly still.  Sindy began
to breathe heavily and her crotch took on a life of its own, the muscles
spasming om her new friend's erect cock as if she was trying to milk him.
Then it began, her whole body trembled and she gave a succession of tiny
cries as the man's cock, still not moving, swelled up, suddenly, and dumped
a big load of cum inside her.  Only then did the man start to push his
erection up and down inside her and the tot became a wild animal, consumed
with lust that she hardly understood, only that it was the most wonderful
feeling she had ever experienced.  She lay against his hairy chest and
kissed his nipples as the feeling subsided.  Finally she spoke, her voice,
a husky whisper.

   "Can we do that again?"

   "Tomorrow," answered the man, decisively.

   "Morning?"

   The man nodded.

   "Early?"

   "Nine o'clock, and I'll sea you in the car park, I want to take you
somewere nicer than this."

   "I'll be there," said the little girl.  Inside she felt SO happy, she
had found a new friend to play with, "nine o'clock, on the dot," and
giggled.


THE END

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