Flash/Chapter One

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Chapter One

The little girl, who had broken away from the pack, snuck up and caught me unawares, asking, “Whatcha doin’ mister?”

It frightened me half out of my skin and I was sporting a very prominent tent in my trousers that would be difficult to hide. She slapped a hand over her mouth, giggled and pointed at it.

Reflexively, I covered myself and scolded, “You shouldn’t sneak up on people. You gave me a heart scare.”

“Would you take me picture? I’ll take yours for you,” which I thought was a curious request.

“It would be my pleasure,” I answered, and then held my hand out and introduced myself, “Hiya, I’m Dick.”

Maybe I should have anticipated her reaction. She giggled, “Hiya, D… D… Dick, I’m Lacey,” I get that reaction frequently from young girls. They can’t quite spit out my name because of its other connotation, so they stutter it.

I believed it would be fun to snap the girl. After all, she was a little doll and I would love to have her in my growing collection. That pink play dress along with those little pony tails, held together with pink scrunchies were too much. You could tell she liked to get into the action and play hard from her scuffed shoes and scabby knees. She had a cute button nose, soft plush lips and a devilish smile that never ceased, to go along with mid-back length mousy blonde hair and blue eyes, which sparkled deviously. At a bit over four foot and sixty pounds, I later learned that she was nine.

So, I took her up on her offer and she did some silly poses; pulling faces and poking tongues. Then she rolled her eyes up and did a twirl, which puffed her skirt up so I was treated to a glimpse of her knickers. Most surprising though, was when the little tart bent over and flipped her skirt, showing me the seat of her cute little blue Peppa Pig knickers. Not only were they tight, but they showed a nice, plump bum and considerable portion of bare crack. Then she did it from the front with her hands and pulled her little pussy open from over her knicks. My dick was way too appreciative of that move and for some reason, I quit trying to hide it.

Then, she asked, “Show me the pictures,” so, we sat on the grass, and I showed her what I had on the viewing screen. I went back a bit too far, and she got to see some of my earlier shots. She slapped her hand over her mouth, and squealed, “That’s Tammy’s fanny.”

Yes, I got a good shot of one of the girls when she squatted for a wee. Then Lacey pulled her gusset over and gave me a very nice view laden with glistening pink and I almost lost it in my pants. With shaking hands, I lifted the camera and begged, “Don’t move,” and clicked off over a dozen quick shots on full auto.

I had never been this fortunate so far and was looking forward to stroking one off to those pictures on my big screen tele in HD. Then she demanded, “Let me have a turn with the camera.”

Since I wasn’t going to let her handle my main camera, I dug out the little palm sized one and showed her how to use it. These kids have an instant knack for anything electronic. It took me a week to learn what she picked up in five minutes and her shots were brilliant.

After she had popped off about fifty pics, we sat down for a quick review. She sat tailor fashion and I had trouble focusing on the screen. Her tight little knicker gusset sank between her pussy lips and lent extraordinary detail. I could even make out a little wet spot, you can imagine where, along with pee stains. She probably wasn’t the keenest little wiper after a wee. I should volunteer to coach her on personal hygiene.

When we went over her pictures, I was amazed, maybe I shouldn’t have been, because almost every shot was of my trouser tent, which she zoomed in on quite well. She giggled through every one and I scolded her, “Those were some very naughty pictures you took.”

“I know but I liked it,” she informed me, “Want me to take some more?”

Of course, I wanted her to take some more, but not of my tent. So, I handed her the camera and told her, “It’s all yours,” and she ran away with it.

I didn’t know if I should run after her, after all, it was an expensive camera, but decided to just follow her with my eyes to see what she was up to. She ran over to a group of girls behind the toilets and they conferred, with a lot of hand waving and little dances while they passed the camera around between them. I couldn’t hear a word, but their body language spoke volumes. However, I soon discovered that they were up to something nice.

After about five minutes, she legged it back over and plopped down in an even less modest position. The gusset of her little knicks had moved aside enough to show me breathtaking pink that I couldn’t tear my eyes from. But, when I did, I was captivated by the photos her mates had taken. From my point of view, watching them live, it appeared that they were taking silly pictures of each other. Little did I know how naughty the girls in that bunch were.

There were pictures of each of the girl’s faces that she named as she showed them to me. After that, the camera was tucked under their skirts for some very nice knicker shots. The girl with the shorts just pulled them down and showed her bare bum, but that was only the beginning. One of the girls obviously didn’t wear knickers and took front and back shots of her poochy little pussy and fat bum. The group of seven girls, each dropped their knickers to take a round of pictures which included their bare bums, pussies and even their wrinkled bum holes. I could tell right now, this was going to be a two wank evening. Up to this point, I don’t know how the sperm managed to stay in my balls.

“Whadya think?” she asked me.

“I believe you are not only brilliant, but a very talented girl… and way too naughty for your age. How did you manage to get your chums to take photos of themselves like that?”

“I showed them the pictures of your dick, Mister Dick. Shelly thought if we took pictures of our fannies, you would show it for real.”

Truly, I liked Shelly’s reasoning, but we seemed to have entered uncharted waters. Hey, I like to look and my photo hobby has yielded much more than I had ever expected, but I wondered if it would be wise to expose myself to the girls? It took me almost a second to consider and give my consent.

Then she jumped into the air and waved her hand over her head to her chums. A great gaggle of titters broke out from the group. They all came running over, while I threatened to unload in my pants any second. The girls were wide eyed and had them fixed on my bulge. You have no idea how exciting it was to have a group of young girls anxiously waiting to see your dick. They dragged me behind the toilets and circled me while Lacey did the honours. The girl quickly knelt down, and deftly I might add, unfastened my trousers. She had them and my boxers around my ankles in about five seconds, which left me swinging in the breeze.

I was going to finish myself off for them with my hand, but Lacey beat me to it. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, gave it a couple of tugs and that first rope shot four feet in the air. It was kind of like a little rocket on a ballistic trajectory. The girls squealed while their eyes closely followed the arc of the first gooey missile, and did the same for every one that was left in my arsenal. However, the recoil was so strong it shook my knees.

The orgasm was so powerful it left me dazed. I was frozen for a minute until I realized I was standing out in the open, surrounded by a group of little girls with my pants around my ankles. Someone could come through and caught me up any second. So, I quickly pulled up my pants, to the disappointed groans of my audience, and was ready to grab my camera kit and run post haste to the car.

Lacey stood up on her tippy toes, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a big, wet pucker, demanding, “Let’s take some more pictures tomorrow,” and then Shelly handed the little camera back to me.

“You can count on me,” I told her.

My dick didn’t want to go down and I knew I would have to coerce him with a few choice strokes when I got back. I really looked forward to a review of the the new visual material I had recently collected. After I returned home, I quickly plugged my cameras into the tele and spent the next hour wanking. It took two gut wrenching orgasms to finally get the beast under control, and then I had a long kip. However, I couldn’t get Lacey off of my mind and even had a little dream about her. The girl had smitten me with her spell.

When I woke up, I pulled on my joggers and had a little run across the common to the pond. The exercise, plus the extracurricular activity took its toll on me. So, I leaned back against my favourite rock, closed my eyes and paid another visit to the old Sandman.

End Chapter One

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