Chapter 1

A series of encounters between men and young girls and their panties.

The party was a dud, although the guest of honor seemed to be having a good time. Of course, it was a kid’s party, what fun could an adult have? I was there with my girlfriend of the moment and her daughter. The birthday boy was slowly working his way through a stack of gift-wrapped boxes as high as Everest. I was bored out of my mind and wandered into the kitchen.

I had already scoped the scene for precocious “ready” young foxes. And my main choice, the one I’d had an almost-instant hard-on when first seeing, was alone in the kitchen stealing a finger-full of icing off the birthday cake, a behemoth that would have looked more at home at a head-of-state wedding.

The girl was a not over one meter 30, and as slim as they get. Her body, or what I could see of it almost looked hard beneath her party dress. I love kids, they are so lean. Her legs were long and muscular, and, as is my nature, I imagined them wrapped around my neck. Her face was that of a princess, pert little nose, fat naturally-red lips, and huge brown eyes that had captured me, heart and soul, when I first saw her. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and to her waist.

“Oh, darling! Not the cake!” I said, laughing.

She looked suitably guilty and popped the finger into her mouth. Then she smiled at me and giggled. I felt like that was a pretty good start. Of course, at this point I didn’t have anything unsavory in mind. Well, of course I did, but at this point I planned on keeping it all in my mind.

“Nobody’ll notice!” she said, still giggling. I looked at her finger, still smeared with icing and her saliva. I moved closer to her, into what I knew was a kid’s “danger zone” but she didn’t flinch or draw back to my satisfaction. I gently took her hand and raised it to my mouth. She just watched, a half-smile on her face.

The icing tasted good, but her finger tasted better. Just knowing part of her body was in my mouth was satisfying. I sucked and licked every bit of sickeningly-sweet sugar off it, and then sucked for a while longer. I know she knew the stuff was all gone, and I felt like she understood after a while I was just doing it to do it.

I finally dropped it, and it seemed like to me she was almost disappointed. She hesitantly reached for the cake, and lifted another dollop of icing. Her finger slowly approached my mouth, and her smile got a little wider. I sucked for a long time, running my tongue to the root of her finger, and finally taking all four of her digits in my mouth.

She giggled, and I smiled down at her.

“I would like to do that to the rest of you...” I softly said, when she retracted her hand. She never looked puzzled or nonplussed, she just smiled some more.

“I’d let you...” she finally said back. I wondered if she knew what I had really meant.

On the countertop behind her was an opened can of icing, I assume to touch up the cake if things like what she had just done might occur. I picked it up, took her still-wet hand with my other hand, and led her out the kitchen through the back door, the one into the pantry. I knew this house fairly well, I had helped design it a few years ago. I knew that there were two pantries, some store-rooms, and a second door to the garage through here. What I was looking for was the “store-room” that was actually a safe-room.

I led her into it, and gently closed the door. I felt like we were pretty safe, although I was aware my world would pretty much end if we got caught. But I knew the present-unwrapping would take another thirty minutes at least. And the birthday-boy’s mom, “master” of the house and one of just a few adults in the crowd, was running the video camera. I felt pretty safe. And, of course, I had gotten away with shit like this before.

She still seemed completely at ease with me. I locked the door with the top lock, a simple deadbolt. She still didn’t panic, to be locked in a small room with a strange man. She looked like that she was waiting for something. For something to begin.

“Darling...” I wondered how to start with her. “Darling, have you ever kissed a boy?”

She giggled and nodded. “Yeah, at school,” she said. “And my cousin Joe. We kiss all the time.”

I bent down and slowly kissed her forehead. She giggled some more but still didn’t pull away. Time was wasting, though. We needed to get to the good stuff.

“Darling!” I said, trying to be a little more commanding. “Please! Show me your panties!”

She giggled, but her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt without hesitation. She slowly raised her dress, higher and higher until a cute little pair of pink panties were exposed. I could literally see the indentation of her sweet slit in the middle of the crotch. My cock oozed.

I slowly dropped to my knees. Sometimes I wished I wasn’t so tall, this was one of those times. Weirdly, by now she had hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, almost like she was preparing to pull them down. I wondered if she had ever done anything like this before. I put my head closer and closer to her sweet snatch, trying to catch its elusive scent.

I was centimeters away, my head beneath her upraised skirt. She slowly dropped her panties maybe 10 centimers.

“All the way down, baby...” I breathed on her. “All the way down ... let me see your beautiful pussy...”

I heard her giggle above me again. I hoped she was having as much fun as I was. Her panties slid down little more, and then another. Her fabulous little mound slowly came into view, as smooth as a baby’s butt. But god she had a cute pubis. Jeezus. These girls.

“What...” she finally said, stopping the desirable descent of underwear.

I waited, moving a bit closer closer and drawing a breath through my nose. At last, to my satisfaction, I smelled a slight hint of pussy. Wonderful little-girl pussy. I waited, staring at it.

“What,” she said, “what are you gonna do to me?”

“Sweet darling,” I said. “If you’ll let me, I’m going to lick your heavenly little cunt until you cum. Then I’ll smear icing on my cock and let you lick it off.”

I wanted to be honest with her. I knew by then that kids appreciated honesty, even if they didn’t always practice it. And I didn’t think it would hurt my chances with her, to tell her what I was going to do to her. I knew that probably her mind was already made up, it had probably been decided before we entered the room. I felt her feet shift, and moved yet a little closer to her most beautiful nether regions.

“Just lick me?” she said, “down there?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. Another few seconds passed, and the panties resumed their downwards trek. At last, in the half-light beneath her skirt, at long last her pussy came into view. I just stared at it hungrily, and let her drop her panties to her knees.

I ducked from beneath her skirt, and met her eyes.