My cousin's wedding was an occasion I would never forget and it had nothing to do with my date for the day. Sarah Bridges was an exceptionally pretty twenty-two year old blonde, with a personality to match, but I had eyes only for the bridesmaids. In their tiaras and ankle length candy pink dresses, my two little blonde nieces had never looked more luscious. Natasha and Laurie were twins and had been the secret objects of my desire since they were about four. Though they were now almost eleven, they were still my favorite sexual fantasy. I had never touched them and probably never would, but there was nothing wrong with looking and lusting.
Apart from my delectable nieces, there were plenty of other little ones at the wedding to fire the imagination of a sex-starved pedophile. A couple of hours of mentally undressing every sweet little girl in sight resulted in an uncomfortable and potentially embarrassing bulge in my pants. If anybody noticed, they would probably put it down to my date, in the low cut, high slit cream silk dress that did full justice to her long legged, full breasted figure. If only she were ten years younger! I thought ruefully.
I went through the motions of dancing with Sarah and managed to say all the right things. If she noticed my mind was elsewhere, she gave no indication. She was enjoying the party and already sending out strong signals that I could expect more than a goodnight kiss when it was time to go home. When we danced to a slow number, she moved against my telltale protuberance and sighed softly. At that moment, I almost wished I didn't prefer pre-teen girls. Almost!
I managed to hide my relief, when the best man eventually claimed my date for a dance. It gave me a chance to grab a few beers and check out a few more pre-pubescent sweeties. Knowing I was unlikely to be able to do anything other than look served to increase my frustration. Rarely had I been in the presence of so many tempting little ones at once, but I could never risk trying to have my wicked way with a child at a party full of family and friends.
Several beers and countless furtive looks later, my cock felt ready to explode in my trousers. In order to conceal my embarrassment, I moved away from the bar and took a seat at a vacant table. It was then that I noticed the little girl standing a few feet away, staring at me with heartwarming emerald green eyes. We had been introduced earlier, but I had already forgotten her name. She appeared to be about ten - a miniature temptress in knee length, sky blue silk dress, with matching shoes and ankle socks. Her raven hair flowed in a shimmering mane to the small of her back.
I looked at her and smiled. She was easily the most desirable of the pre-pubescent girls I had been ogling all afternoon. Even more beautiful than my angelic nieces. Had there not been so many others, I would probably have paid closer attention to her much earlier. I was a passionate lover of girls in the five to ten age group and this little beauty was a wet dream in the flesh. My first sexual experience, at the age of twelve, had been with a five-year-old girl who lived down my street. In the twelve years since, I had enjoyed forbidden encounters with several little ones. I had a way with children that earned their trust with surprising ease. With the exception of babies, I had no hard and fast rules regarding age. If she was pre-teen and pretty, she was fair game for this ever-alert pedophile.
When I sat down, the crotch of my trousers tightened around the swelling of my cock. It took me a minute to realize the girl was staring right at it. I should have tried concealment, but the alcohol was making me lightheaded and I was feeling just a little reckless.
"Hi there," I greeted. "You're.... uh, Mandy, right?"
"No, I'm Christine," she answered, taking a step closer.
"Sorry, Christine. I'm Max. Enjoying the party?"
"It's kinda boring, actually. I didn't want to come, but my mom made me."
I laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's getting pretty hot too and these pants are way too tight."
As I spoke, I glanced warily around, but nobody was paying us any attention. I shifted on the chair, so that the bulge in my crotch became even more obvious.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Christine?" I asked.
The child shook her head. "I'm too young to have a boyfriend."
"Oh, I don't know about that," I mused. "Lots of boys would love to go out with a pretty girl like you."
"Your girlfriend is very pretty," Christine observed. "I saw you dancing with her."
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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