My Wet Dream [g7][M/d]
I am out in the yard, planting shrubs around the mailbox. I am wearing
headphones and singing along loudly to Rancid’s “Indestructable.”
“…Hells Angels in my neighborhood, it was always understood… I was
runnin’ out from the Angels, I was a little fuckin’ hood… Punk rock
was my way out and it was always in my blood- I don’t give a fuck, I
was
locked up- Should be dead or in jaiiiilllllll……….” I am
screaming
when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Mrs. Morgan, my Mom asked me if I could come over here and ask if
you’d
sing quieter…”
There she stood. The pedophile’s wet dream. She seriously was perfect.
Shoulder length golden-blond hair, cut in a pixie style. She had most
of
it pulled behind her ears, but a few strands hung in her face,
highlighting her giant ice-blue eyes. Then there was her pert, slightly
upturned nose, and those lucious lips, just begging to be kissed.
“Yes, of course, Laurie… I’m very sorry” I apologized.
“What was it you were singing, anyway? It sure had alot of bad words in
it.” She asked.
Ah, the innocence of her seven-year-old mind.
“That was a band called ‘Rancid’ sweetie. They were a big punk band
back
in the 90’s.” I tell her.
“What’s ‘punk’?” She asked.
“It was a style of music for people like me, who did’nt exactly fit in
to society.” I informed her. “It would’ve lasted if Clear Channel
had’nt
bought every damn radio station in the U.S. and Europe. All they play
now is the Bee Gees and Yanni.”
“My Mom likes them!” she exclaims.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why me and your Mother don’t get along.” I say,
without thinking. “Maybe you could come over sometime, I could play you
some real good music from back in the day. How’s that sound?”
“That’d be awesome… i’ll go ask right now! Thanks, Mrs. Morgan!!!”
She
says, excitedly.
“You’re more than welcome, girly. But do me a favor- just call me Gwen,
okay?”
“Okay Mrs.- uh, I mean, Gwen!” She says, turning to run back to her
house.
Watching her run away, I realize how much I want her. Her beautiful
hair
bouncing in the wind, her back shining with little girl sweat… her
tiny white t-shirt clinging to her, outlining her back, her too-tight
cut-off jean shorts hiding what is so forbidden… damn, what a perfect
little ass she has.
She reaches her Mom and starts jumping up and down, asking her about
coming over. Her Mom peers up at me and I smile and wave. She sort of
half-smiles and motions for me to come talk to her.
“Laurie, go in the house and get some water. You look hot.” She tells
her as I arrive. And shes right… Laurie does look hot.
Her Moms not really a bad piece of ass, either. Too bad she’s such a
bitch.
“Hi Joanna, how’s everything?” I say as I put on a fake smile, watching
Laurie’s cute little ass out of the corner of my eye as she saunter’s
into the house.
“It’s going uh, great- except… I really wish you would’nt fill my
daughter’s head with all those bad words and obscene music!” She said.
“I’m really very sorry… I just kind of got caught up in the song
there…” I apologized.
“Yeah, well, watch yourself next time. So what’s this about Laurie
coming over to listen to music?” She questioned.
“Um, she seem’s really interested, and I figured you could use the time
away,” I lied. “You definetly could use some “Me Time” right about now.
As a matter of fact, I have a gift certificate to a spa that i’m never
gonna use… do you want it?”
“You know, that would be nice. Laurie’s father has been out of town on
this damn business trip for almost three weeks, and it keeps getting
extended.” She told me. “I’ve been spending so much time with Laurie
since school is out and camp doesn’t start for another week. It’d be
great to get some time away! Thank you!”
I knew the bitches greed would get me what I wanted.
“Well, it’s an all-day pass, and it’s unlimited. You can do whatever
you
want.” I told her.
“But, well, I don’t really think you are the best influence on Laurie,
what with your tattoo’s and music and all…” She complained. “Do you
promise to keep it PG, at the max?”
“Absoloutly… I’d never dream of corrupting Laurie.” I lied again.
“So,
when did you want to go?”
“Uh… well, are you busy tomorrow?” She asked.
“No, not really. I have to drop something off at the post office and go
to the store, but that’s the extent of my plans- excluding gardening.”
I
told her. “And Laurie could help me with that.”
“Okay, sound’s like a plan…” She said, unconvincingly.
“Nothing will happen, I promise.” I consoled.
“Really, Mom? I can go?” Laurie asks as she explodes out the door.
“Yes, but you have to be on your BEST behavior, do you understand me?”
she said to Laurie and I at the same time.
“I will…” Laurie said, rolling her eyes. “Thank you!!!”
“It’s was Mrs. Morgan’s idea, say thank you to her, too.” Her Mother
told her.
“Thank you, Mrs. Morgan…” Laurie said, making it painfully obvious
she
did’nt want to call me Gwen in front of her Mother.
“You’re very welcome, Laurie. I’ll be right back with that pass,
Joanna.” I told them.
So tomorrow was the day. At last.
CHAPTER TWO
I can’t sleep a wink all night. I have visions of that beautiful little
girl in my head all night. Six O’Clock AM finally rolls around, so I
get
up out of bed. I go to the bathroom and get into the shower. I adjust
the water and stand under the spray for what seems like an hour. I
realize I have other stuff to set up for the day, so I hurry up. I
shave
my legs and pussy so that they are super-smooth, then wash my hair and
body with fragrant soaps and shampoo’s, then get out. I have a bottle
of
scented lotion, and I cover myself with it. I want to make sure I smell
really good.
I go back to my bedroom and get dressed. I put on a teddy and a pair of
black silk panties. The teddy was black, too, with red highlights. Then
I put on a pair of knee-high fishnet stockings, and a pair of shiny
black fuck-me pumps.
I went to the sink mirror and styled my long, straight black hair. It
went to the middle of my back. I pulled the hair on top back and put a
clip in it. The hair on the sides I let fall over my shoulders. I put
on
some subtle make-up (black eyeliner, charcoal eyeshadow, light coverup
and soft pink lipstick).
I was ready. I went to the full-length mirror to look at myself. Not to
toot my own horn, but I look fuckin’ HOT. Kinda like a VERY expensive
prostitute. I grab my cashmere robe and put it on. I kick off the heels
and put on some over-sized slippers. I grab the heels and carry them
into the kitchen. I put them on the counter and set off to finish my
other tasks.
I go to the 5-Disc CD player and eject the tray. I pull out the CD’s
and
put in a Rancid CD (…And Out Come The Wolves), a Green Day CD
(Dookie), an AFI CD (Very Proud of Ya), a NOFX CD, (Punk in Drublic),
and for good measure, a Ramones CD (Pleasent Dreams).
I then go to the DVD player and eject the tray. It’s only a three-disc,
but that’ll work. I have a DVD of punk rock videos, and I put that in
first. The next one I put in is an anime video that cateres to the
young
girl fetish, but also had enough of a story to not be straight-up
hentai. The third one is a porno. A lesbian porno, mainly showcasing
young girls.
Then I raid my private toy box, selecting four of the toys. I pick a
suction cup dildo (which is also a strap-on), two vibrators, and a
small, tiny butt plug. I also grab a tube of K-Y jelly.
I go into the guest bathroom and put the suction cup dildo on the edge
of the tub. Then, in the TV room, I stuff a vibrator in between the
cushions of the couch. I open the remote box and put the butt plug and
lube under the remotes. The last vibrator I don’t know what to do with.
I am looking for a place to put it when I hear a knock on the door.
Shit! It’s already eight o’clock? I run into the kitchen, looking for a
place to stash it. Fuck it… I pull open the knife drawer and throw it
in.
In front of the hallway mirror, I check to make absoloutly sure I look
okay. I pull the robe tight at my neck and, aside from my hair and
make-up, I look like I have just rolled out of bed.
I pull open the door, and there she is in all her shining glory,
wearing
a pair of green cotton shorts and a pink shirt with a picture of a
bunny
on it. So fuckin’ cute!!!
“Morning, ladies!” I say with cheery enthusiasm.
“Good morning, Gwen. I’ll be back at 8:30 tomorrow morning, no later,
so
have her ready. We have a meeting at Doctor Jim’s at nine sharp.”
Laurie’s Mom told me. “And she hasn’t had breakfast yet, so if you
could
feed her, that’d be great. I gotta get going if I wanna get there on
time, so you two have fun, okay?” she say’s (more to Laurie than to
me),
kneeling down to give her daughter a hug.
“Bye Mommie! Have fun!” Laurie shouts at her.
“Yes, enjoy yourself…” I say. “And of course I can feed her, no
problem!!!”
“Thanks again, Gwen.” Laurie’s Mother say’s to me.
“No problem,” I say. “Have fun!!!”
We wait outside until her Mom’s car is completely out of sight.
“Let’s go inside, girlie.” I say, turning around.
I go into the TV room and start the first CD. “Maxwell Murder” by
Rancid. Classic.
“Let’s go into the kitchen, girly… what do you want for breakfast? I
ask her.
“Do you have any Fruity Pebba’s?” She asks.
‘Pebba’s.’ So cute.
“A girl after my own heart,” I tell her.
She giggles and asks “What’s that mean?”
“Well, Fruity Pebbles is my favorite cereal, too…” I say, getting the
box from the cupboard.
I pull out a stool for her to sit on, facing away from the counter and
towards the big picture window.
“Sit here, sweetie,” I say, “and i’ll get the cereal for you.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Morgan,” she says, and I give her a look. “Uh, I mean
Gwen.” She laughs.
I put down the bowl in front of her and pour the cereal into it. Then I
go to the fridge and grab the milk. I pour it in until she say’s it’s
enough.
“Is that good?” I ask her. She just nods.
I go back behind the counter and pull off the big slippers. I grab my
heels and slowly put them on. Then, making sure she’s not watching me,
I
pull my robe off. It’s a little cold in this kitchen, which makes my
nipples stick out.
“Laurie, do you need a booster seat? It looks like you’re having
trouble
reaching the table…” I say, trying to get her to turn around.
“No, it’s okay,” she say’s, adjusting herself to sit on her knees.
Damn! It didn’t work… oh well. “Okay, good.” I say, turning around to
put the dishes in the rack away. I grab the silverware and start
putting
it in the drawer. There are three large knives, so I step over to the
knife drawer. As i’m walking, I take a look at Laurie, who is still
contentedly eating her cereal.
I notice that when she shifted, her shorts pulled down a little bit and
the top of her butt crack is sticking out. I got the ‘special feeling’
but I decide i’d better ignore it for now. I can’t help but stare
though, as if if I continue to stare it will melt her pants off. I
realize i’m still holding the knives, so I pull open the drawer.
Fuck. The vibrator. It’s right there- I have to use it. I set the
knives
down and pick it up. I slowly close the drawer and stand right next to
the counter. I turn the switch and feel it start to shake in my hand. I
slowly start rubbing it on my crotch, feeling myself getting wetter
every second.
Oh, damn. I stare at Laurie, imagining her naked, her pre-pubescent
lips
pointing out at me from behind.
I reach up and start rubbing my tit’s, going inside the teddy. My
nipple’s are hard enough to cut glass, and every touch is sensational.
I still have the vibe sliding back and forth across my panty covered
pussy, and I start to cum.
I’m attempting to moan under my breath, but one accidently escapes.
“OH FUCK, LAURIE!!!” I moan.
I realize what I have done and pull my hand out of my top and turn the
vibe off as she is turning around. She looks at me as if I think she
has
done something wrong, but she does’nt know what it is.
“What? What’d I do?” She begs.
“Oh my gosh, nothing girl!!! You haven’t done anything!” I sat to her.
“But then why did you- Hey, why are you dressed like that?” She
inquires.
“I wanted to dress sexy for you- don’t you like it?” I ask.
“Yes, you look so pretty, Mrs. Morgan!” I’m actually starting to kinda
like this Mrs. Morgan stuff.
“Oh, thank you, but you’re much prettier that I am!” I tell her.
“Nuh-uh. And anyways, i’m not sexy like you are…” She say’s to me.
“Dammit, girly- you have no idea how sexy you are! Come here!”
She walks over and I grab her hand.
“But I don’t have any clothes like your’s!” she whines.
“Would you feel sexy if you did have clothes like this?” I ask and she
nods. “Well then lets see what we can do about that.”
I pull her upstairs and hold her hand.
“When my neice was here a few years ago, I made her some clothes like
this. But she grew out of them. Do you think you’d wanna try them on?”
I
ask.
“Yes, could I? Pleeeeezzzzzeeee????” She shouts.
“Of course… just come into my room…” I say.
We go in and she sits on the bed. I open my closet and pull out the
trunk at the bottom. I pull out a teddy almost exactly like mine,
except
all hot pink. Then I grab her some sheer nylon black panties. Well, a
thong, actually. When it is put on, it becomes see through! I pull out
a
pair of pink tights and a pair of shiny black saddle-style shoes, to
complete the outfit.
“Come with me into the bathroom,” I tell her, carrying all the clothes
with me.
She follows me in, and I set her clothes on the edge of the counter.
“Okay, lets do your hair… I have an idea.” I tell her, reaching under
the counter. I grab some hair gel that dyes your hair pink when you use
it, and put two streaks in the left side of her hair. Then I styled it
so it framed her face the way I like.
“Have you ever worn make-up?” I ask. She shakes her head ‘no’, looking
somewhat frightened. “Aw, what’s the matter girly? Don’t worry, all of
this washes off. If you don’t like it, we’ll take it off, okay?
She smiles at me and say’s “Okay!”
I apply light makeup, just enough to brighten her face enough so it
matches all the pink.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
“Yes! I look good!” she exclaimes.
“Yes, you do. Okay, while you change, i’m gonna go start watching our
video. You come down when you’re ready, okay?” I ask her.
“I will.” she replies.
CHAPTER 3
Downstairs, The CD player is still playing. It’s Green Day playing
“When
I Come Around”. But I cannot concentrate on that. I am just imagining
what she will look like, all dressed up.
My pussy is dripping again.
I press play on the DVD player and the video comes on. I mute the TV.
I walk over to the couch and sit down.
A few minutes later, I am still sitting there, absentmindly rubbing my
aching pussy.
“Mrs. Morgan? These underwear are clear!” Laurie called down to me.
“What do you mean ‘clear’?” I answered.
“Well, ’cause you can see through them!” She said.
“You’re supposed to be able to see through them, girly. Thats how I
made
them!” I told her. “So, are you ready to come down?”
“Yes, I am.” She say’s softly.
“Then come on down!”
She appears at the top of the stairs and I was shocked. She looked SO
HOT! The way the pink and black clothes look on her little frame is
priceless.
The teddy looked to be about one size too small, but in a good way. And
the way it frames her panty-covered little virgin pussy is perfect. The
tights make her legs look longer than they already are, and the shiny
black shoes finish everything off making her the sexiest little girl I
have ever seen.
I had to have her.
She was still standing at the top of the stairs, so I motioned for her
to come down. She stepped down slowly, looking me in the eyes the whole
way. As she got closer, I could see her puffy pussy lips clearly
through
her thong.
As she gets to the bottom of the stairs, I tell her “Turn around, model
for me, girly!” in a deep, husky voice.
She looks up at me and smiles, then puts her hands on her hips and
turns
around. The thong was definetly the best choice. Her ass is just
begging
to be slapped and rubbed and licked and kissed.
“Damn, you look so sexy, girl. Come sit by me.” I say, patting the
couch
beside me. “So, do you feel sexy?”
“Kinda” she says, sitting beside me.
“Only kinda? I have something that will make you feel even more sexy.
If
you want it…” I tell her.
“What is it?” She asks me.
“This,” I say, grabbing a bottle of wine. Boone’s Farm. Super-sweet
wine
that get’s kid’s drunk really fast. Don’t ask me how I know. “Want
some?
It’s really good” I say, taking a swig.
“Sure…” She takes a drink and say’s “Mmm… Strawberries!”
“Here, take another drink. You have to drink alot really fast so you’ll
feel really sexy.” I tell her.
“Oh- Okay,” she says, drinking more. “But where’s yours?”
“I already had mine.” I lie. I wouldn’t mind getting drunk, but I want
to remember every detail of today.
We sit and watch the TV with the sound off for a while.
“So what do you think of this music, Laurie?” I ask her.
“It’s cool, what is it?” she asks back.
“This is a band called ‘Green Day’. They were my favorite band when I
was a teenager.” I tell her. “They were really popular for a while, but
then they kinda faded out of the public eye. But I still love them.”
We listen to the music for awhile. Green Day’s “F.O.D.” plays.
“How’re you feeling, Laurie?” I ask.
“Good, really good.” She responds with a big smile on her face.
It’s working. Kid’s get drunk so easy!
“Okay, I’ll be right back, I gotta pee,” I tell her, and she giggles.
When I come back, she’s sitting on the floor with a big smile on her
face.
“You still feeling okay, girly?” I ask.
“I feel awesome!” she shouts.
“Good… come sit by me.”
She gets up and begins walking over to me, but trips over her foot and
starts to fall over. I reach over and catch her. I grab her under the
arms and pick her up, then sit back down seting her on my lap. She puts
her feet flat on the couch on either side of me, giving me a great view
of her pretty little cunt.
“What are you doing?” she asks me.
“Nothing. Do you want to play a game, sweetie?”
“What game?”
“Well, it’s a game where I put my tounge in your mouth, and you have to
try to push it back out. If you do, that’s a point for you. But then
it’s my turn and you have to put your tounge in my mouth, and i’ll try
to push it out.” I tell her. “So, you wanna play?”
“I don’t know…” she says.
“But it’s really fun!!!” I attempt to convince her.
“Well, okay.” she agrees.
“Okay, I go first…” I say, grabbing the sides of her little head and
pulling her to me. I press my lips to hers and open my mouth. She does
the same.
I can’t believe it. I’m french-kissing my seven-year old neighbor and
loving every minute of it. And she’s kissing me back!!!
I can only have my mouth open a little because hers is so small, but
it’s worth it. She’s pushing her tounge against mine hard, trying to
push me out. I realize she probably needs to breathe, so I pull back
and
‘let her win’.
“I win!” she exclaimed. “I like that game… now it’s your turn!”
“Laurie, I lied to you. That’s not really a game- it’s kissing.
French-kissing, actually.” I confess.
She pouts for a second.
“But, I like it anyway! It makes me feel sexy!” She tells me.
“Me, too! Let’s kiss again, okay?” I say.
“Okay!” She says, leaning into me.
I place my lips onto hers and we begin to kiss. Then I reach down and
grab her hands, placing them on my tits.
“What’d you do that for?” she asked me.
“Because honey, I want you to play with my tits while we kiss- it makes
me feel so good.” I whisper in her ear.
I lean in to kiss her again, and she greets my with a wide-open mouth.
I
take her hands in mine and place one inside my teddy, right on my
nipple. Then I take her other tiny little hand and place it on my
pussy.
“Rub it… rub my pussy Laurie.” I moan into her mouth.
I let my hands creep and start to feel her body. Her teddy makes her
look so hot, but it’s in the way. So I take it off of her. She attempts
to lean back and break the kiss, but I won’t let her.
“Keep it off” I whisper, biting her tiny ear softly.
I push her back and lean down, going in to kiss her nipples. I flick my
tounge across her left nipple, then her right, making them stand up. I
lean back and look at her, lying on my knees.
She is the perfect little girl. No tit-flesh, not even little bumps. I
can see her ribcage rising and falling as she breaths. She starts to
shiver.
“Are you cold, girly? Aw, come here,” I say, pulling her to me.
I reach down and let my hand go to her perfect little ass. I can’t
really get access, so I pull her up and adjust her so she is sitting on
her knees. I rub her cheeks, enjoying the warm softness. Then I clet my
hand creep even furthur and play with her delicate asshole. It’s super
tight, but I manage to force my pinky up it anyway.
“Ow! That hurt’s, Mrs. Morgan!” She cried out.
“Oh, sorry, baby, but sometimes pain can be good…” I tell her.
She begins to cry so I stop the invasion of her asshole with my finger.
I move my hand furthur down, and start to play with her perfect
pre-teen
pussy lips. I push my finger in between them, attempting to find her
baby clit.
I am rubbing her little button and she starts to moan into my mouth.
“You like that?” I ask her.
“Uh-huh,” she says, smiling.
I resume rubbing her, and she gets a pained look on her face and tells
me to stop, pulling my hand out of her thong.
“Did you like that?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“You just had what’s called an orgasm. Now it’s my turn… wanna help
me? I helped you…” I ask her.
“Okay… What do I do?”
“Take off your thong, for one” I instruct.
She begins to remove her shoes and tights.
“No! Leave those on! Just take off your panties… I’m gonna take mine
off, too.” I tell her, standing up and removing them. “Now reach over
in
between the cushions and grab whats in there.”
While she was doing this, I reach into the remote box and pull out the
butt plug and the lube.
She pulls out the vibe and her eyes get wide.
“Is this for me?” she asks.
“No girly, this is for you…” I say, holding up the butt plug.
“What are you gonna do with that?” she asks, looking scared.
“I’m not- you are.” I tell her. “You’re gonna shove this up your butt!”
“But- how?” she asks.
“I’ll help you…” I say, pouring a little K-Y into my left hand, then
rubbing it on her pink asshole.
“Now, i’m gonna hold this at the entrance, but you have to push it in,
okay?” I tell her.
She nods, and I line it up at the entrance of her little asshole. She
put her hands on it and starts to push.
I reach down and insert the vibe in my pussy, turning it on high.
My little seven-year-old slut is having trouble, but it sure looks hot.
A beautiful blond-haired all-American little girl wearing nothing but
pink tights and black shoes, trying to shove a sex toy into her ass.
Fuck. I am starting to cum. I push her hands out of the way and force
the butt plug in. Hard. She screams, but I don’t care. I dive into her
hairless pussy, lapping at it as if it is the fountain of youth.
I pump my vibe faster in and out of my cunt, and I start to cum.
I moan into Laurie’s pussy and feel my legs go weak.
When my orgasm subsides, I could tell Laurie was still in pain from the
plug but that she also likes me licking her pussy.
I lean up, lick the tears from her face, and kiss her on the lips.
“Thank you, Laurie.” I sighed
The End
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