"Come 'ere, honey, I won't hurt you." I hesitated slightly, hoping against hope that Mr. Snyder was telling the truth. He wasn't, of course, he had every intention of hurting me in a way that only a confirmed pedophile hurts a child. He raped me. I was his trusting, innocent victim on that warm August afternoon. He lured me into his lair and used me to satisfy his own prurient tastes. I was never quite as trusting of any male again but then I didn't need to be.
I guess I should start at the beginning, when he first lay his hungry eyes upon me. I was only nine so I didn't understand his looks. It was flattering to have such a handsome, older man looking at me in that special way. He seemed to take every opportunity to touch me, especially when nobody else was around. I liked it. I liked the feel of his strong, male hands on my skin. He rubbed my neck, and stroked my legs when I sat on his lap talking about childish things. I gradually got into the habit of visiting him whenever his wife was gone. I like that dynamic of it being just him and me...alone. Obviously, so did he.
The first time he touched me down there was about a month and a half before he hurt me. We were all at the Snyders, Mommy, Daddy, my little sister and brothers. It was the 4th of July and Daddy was setting off fireworks for his appreciative audience. I had settled comfortably onto Mr. Snyder's lap to watch the festivities. I was turned away from him, leaning against his chest. Slowly, I became aware that Mr. Snyder's hands had edged to the tops of my bare thighs. His strokes felt electric on my bare skin.
Moments later, I felt his right hand slowly rub lightly across my cunny. I felt a thrill course throughout my body. He was sneaky though 'cause he went back to lightly stroking the tops of my thighs. The next assault came equally unexpectedly when his left hand rubbed higher on my leg, finding the crease between my leg and my lower abdomen. I really liked that stroking so much I could hardly concentrate on the fireworks. Everyone was busy ooooing and ahhhhing at the little explosions, they never even noticed his gentle assault.
Mr. Snyder's right hand began to softly stroke my other crease. I was beginning to really enjoy and anticipate each new movement. Before long, both hands joined together to swipe up my upper thigh and rub their respective creases. Each time his fingers invaded the space just inside the leg holes of my shorts, I would hold my breath. It was so unbelievably exciting to feel a grown man's strong hands stroking my inner thighs. Even now, I feel a twinge at the memory of that fine stroking.
Suddenly, he shifted tactics and began to lightly rub the material over my cunny with his right hand. Now the sensations came from the contact between his hand, the material and my little cunny. By the time his hand had been replaced by his strong, fat middle finger, I was writhing around like a baby whore. That finger began to slowly and steadily massage my young clit, sending waves of thrilling sensations coursing throughout my amazed body. By now, my butt was hard against his crotch as he thrust his finger against my nub. I had begun to breathe erratically from the sensations he was causing.
I lay back against his hard chest and spread my skinny legs as far apart as I could, trying to get his finger into a better pleasuring position. At that point, he lifted his left hand from my inner thigh and slowly slid it under my little shorts top. He began to stroke and lightly pinch my tiny swollen nipples, sending waves of yummy feelings coursing throughout my body. His right hand continued the stroking and poking motions that were so thrilling to me.
I was totally at the mercy of this pleasure-giver. My body was on fire and he knew it. I could feel his hard cock nudging me in the crack between my cheeks. Mr. Snyder pulled my legs up so that my bare feet were planted on top of his hard thighs. Then he pushed my knees apart so that my nether lips opened wider. Now, both hands returned to stroking my inner thighs but this time, they edged underneath the leg elastic of my shorts to meet at the juncture between my legs.
My groan was audible to him but nobody else seemed to notice as he began to rub my bare nub with his fingers. He pushing upward at my button, making me wiggle from the contact. He did that four or five times, causing me to bounce around wildly on his lap. I wanted his touch real bad. He lifted his fat finger from my button and began to push it into my small, tight, virginal cunny. I was so surprised that I squealed out loud. Someone turned to look at me but Mr. Snyder covered beautifully, "Oh, she really liked that one."
Within seconds, he was finger fucking my wet cunny. I could feel it slurping at his finger and couldn't figure out how it had gotten so wet. Using his thumb as a tickler, he flicked at my nub while fucking my young, hot cunny. It was the most incredible sensation of my young life. It felt so good, I was straining to keep my legs open wide. Just when Daddy shot off the grand finale of the biggest rockets, Mr. Snyder made me cum all over his fingers. I lay back against him, heart pounding from excitement and my first finger fucking.
My boyfriend leaned down to buss my neck and whisper sweet words, "My baby feels good and wet for her Daddy." I liked hearing him call himself my daddy. It made our relationship that much more special. By the time, he removed his fingers from me, my thoughts ran toward just how grateful I was to have been stroked by him. I watched in shock and amazement as he placed his soaking finger into his mouth and began to lick. He grinned down at me as I watched. He dipped his finger back into my honeypot and emerged with it dripping with more of my juices. The third time, he raised his finger but put it against my own lips.
I tasted it with just the tip of my tongue. It tasted strange but not really unpleasant. I sucked the juices right off of his finger. Like a baby sucking a tit. We sat there, in the dark, my childish joy juices wetting him while everyone else discussed the fireworks. My boyfriend and I shared an incredible secret that I knew instinctively to keep to myself. I could hardly wait to be alone in my bed, to touch where he had. I liked the feelings and sensations he had elicited from my body. I leaned back against him and dozed comfortably with his strong arms around me. I felt like I belonged to Mr. Snyder and I loved the feeling of being surrounded by his strong, warm arms.
Through the ensuing weeks, he carefully led me straight down the garden path to my own burgeoning sexuality. One happy afternoon when my mom thought I was at the library, he and I went up into the hills and I became his "free butterfly." I loved the drama and excitement of being totally alone with my lover man, in the hot sun. We parked the car in some bushes and walked hand in hand up the hillside to a private little glen. He lay out a blanket and flopped down and looked up at me.
I was nervous and happy and very excited about being in our own private little world...all alone. He beckoned to me, "Come 'er, honey, give me a special kiss." I obeyed immediately because his kisses made me feel funny in a yummy way. I squatted down and leaned forward. He pulled me down on top of his body. His lips claimed mine and began to suck me gently. I felt his hard, wet tongue against my teeth and opened my mouth as he had taught me to do. I liked the little moans he made as he thrust in and out of my small mouth.
His skin was very hot by the time he lifted me off. "Oh, baby girl, you have the sweetest little mouth Daddy's ever tasted." he exclaimed. "I need some air." I smiled but I didn't really understand what was happening. He sat up and leaned against a tree, looking over at me. "Don't you want to take your clothes off and run around naked?" I nodded eagerly at the opportunity to run bare assed in the hot sun. "Sit right there and take off your top first." he ordered. I obeyed quickly, exposing my tiny nipples to his interested gaze.
"Stand up and take off your shorts and then your panties." Once more, I moved quickly to follow his instructions. I felt my heart beating very fast at the thought of being completely naked in front of Mr. Snyder. I knew it was wrong but I was so totally under his spell, I would've done anything he wanted. I stood in front of him, totally naked except for my shoes and socks. He studied my body for a long moment before speaking, "Honey, I want you to sit down facing me and take off your shoes and socks slowly."
I could feel the soft flannel of the blanket caressing my butt cheeks as I scurried to comply. I pulled first one foot up and unbuckled my sandal. I had no idea of the delicious view my young, unshaven cunny had to a guy like him. My lips and folds fell apart, giving him the most complete look at what he wanted. I was very intent on removing the shoe and then the sock. I looked up once and say how he studied my private area but didn't really think anything of his scrutiny at that point. Shifting my legs, I removed the other shoe and sock and sat back for his next command.
His eyes were narrowed and his cheeks seemed flushed as he filled his eyes with the view of his little darlin's cunny. Reaching out, he pushed my other leg up so I was in a type of sitting squat. Next, he pushed my knees down toward the blanket. I understood then that he wanted to feast his eyes on my girl stuff. I lay back on my elbows and let my legs slowly drift apart. I could feel the lips pull apart from each other, opening me even further.
It seemed a long, kinda boring time before he was through looking at me. I became kinda fidgety which he realized and smiled at me, "Is my baby girl eager to run around chasing butterflys?" I nodded that I was. He offered me a strong hand and pulled me easily to my feet, "Go ahead, honey, we have lots of play time." I grinned and raced off into the meadowy area of the glen. I ran fast from one side to the other and back again. I had a type of runner's high that day, the naked sun worshipper, as I ran and ran until I was exhausted. He just watched and smiled at my freedom and silliness.
Finally, I returned and flopped down onto the blanket. "I'm so tired from all that running, Mr. Snyder. It was so much fun to do it naked." He laughed, "You were like a little doe running back and forth from danger." I lay stretched out in warm sun, eyes closed, enjoying the rest and relaxation. He waited until I was half-dozing to make his move that summer afternoon. When he did, it sent shockwaves coursing throughout me. I became aware of a tongue lapping at me, down there. My eyes flew open, "Mmmr. Snyder, what are you doing?"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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