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"Why don't you sit in the car with me." he says, flashing his white teeth in a smile and jiggling the bag of sweets. | "Why don't you sit in the car with me." he says, flashing his white teeth in a smile and jiggling the bag of sweets. | ||
Now, you are not totally stupid and you know that this man must be one of those | Now, you are not totally stupid and you know that this man must be one of those paedophiles you heard about. You know that you should run away and tell a grownup, so he will get arrested and sent to prison, but, like the elephant in your story book, you are full of 'satiable curtiosity and anyway, there's that tingly feeling again. Mummy says curiosity killed the cat, but you don't really know what that means. | ||
The man opens the door and gets out, looking up and down the deserted street. "Go on, you can show me the way to the park," he says. It's a bit of a climb to get up into the big car, and he puts his hands round your waist and lifts you in. Then he closes the door and walks round to the driver's side. "Buckle up," he says and helps you put the seat belt on. | The man opens the door and gets out, looking up and down the deserted street. "Go on, you can show me the way to the park," he says. It's a bit of a climb to get up into the big car, and he puts his hands round your waist and lifts you in. Then he closes the door and walks round to the driver's side. "Buckle up," he says and helps you put the seat belt on. He's pretty clumsy and his hand slips onto your leg, right up the leg of your shorts. "Oops, sorry," he says with a big grin. | ||
It's strange to sit in the front. You always had to sit in a special seat in the back before. You tell him where to turn and a couple of minutes later you are in the car park by the park. There are some other cars over .where the | It's strange to sit in the front. You always had to sit in a special seat in the back before. You tell him where to turn and a couple of minutes later you are in the car park by the park. There are some other cars over .where the café is, but the man turns into the part under the trees and goes right to the end, before turning round. "This is perfect," he says and does something to make his seat slide right back. Then he gets out, walks round and makes your seat slide back as well, before going back to his side. | ||
He reaches into the glove compartment and takes a swig from a bottle. You notice that his hand is shaking a bit and you recognise the smell of whisky. Then he half turns towards you and opens his trousers right out so you can see his willy and the wrinkled bag underneath. It isn't stiff when he gets it out, but it grows bigger as you watch, fascinated. | He reaches into the glove compartment and takes a swig from a bottle. You notice that his hand is shaking a bit and you recognise the smell of whisky. Then he half turns towards you and opens his trousers right out so you can see his willy and the wrinkled bag underneath. It isn't stiff when he gets it out, but it grows bigger as you watch, fascinated. | ||
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"Do you play with yourself sometimes," he asks. You nod, blushing a little because it's kind of embarrassing. "That's good," he says, wrapping a hand round the shaft of his willy and sliding it up and down. "I play with myself a lot, but it's better if someone else helps. He puts another jelly baby on his helmet and you lean over to take it like before. | "Do you play with yourself sometimes," he asks. You nod, blushing a little because it's kind of embarrassing. "That's good," he says, wrapping a hand round the shaft of his willy and sliding it up and down. "I play with myself a lot, but it's better if someone else helps. He puts another jelly baby on his helmet and you lean over to take it like before. | ||
Just as you put your lips on it, you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing down. You open your mouth to yell,but next thing, his helmet is inside and you can't do anything. He has one hand on your head and the other arm is wrapped around you holding you still. His willy tastes salty and you can't help licking it. | Just as you put your lips on it, you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing down. You open your mouth to yell, but next thing, his helmet is inside and you can't do anything. He has one hand on your head and the other arm is wrapped around you holding you still. His willy tastes salty and you can't help licking it. | ||
Then he lets you go and you sit up. "That was horrid," you say, indignantly, but as if it has a mind of its own, your hand is down between your legs. | Then he lets you go and you sit up. "That was horrid," you say, indignantly, but as if it has a mind of its own, your hand is down between your legs. | ||
Latest revision as of 10:12, 1 December 2022
The jelly baby tastes funny. Not really funny, just different to usual, so you suck it anyway. When you finish it and lick your lips, they taste salty.
"Why don't you sit in the car with me." he says, flashing his white teeth in a smile and jiggling the bag of sweets.
Now, you are not totally stupid and you know that this man must be one of those paedophiles you heard about. You know that you should run away and tell a grownup, so he will get arrested and sent to prison, but, like the elephant in your story book, you are full of 'satiable curtiosity and anyway, there's that tingly feeling again. Mummy says curiosity killed the cat, but you don't really know what that means.
The man opens the door and gets out, looking up and down the deserted street. "Go on, you can show me the way to the park," he says. It's a bit of a climb to get up into the big car, and he puts his hands round your waist and lifts you in. Then he closes the door and walks round to the driver's side. "Buckle up," he says and helps you put the seat belt on. He's pretty clumsy and his hand slips onto your leg, right up the leg of your shorts. "Oops, sorry," he says with a big grin.
It's strange to sit in the front. You always had to sit in a special seat in the back before. You tell him where to turn and a couple of minutes later you are in the car park by the park. There are some other cars over .where the café is, but the man turns into the part under the trees and goes right to the end, before turning round. "This is perfect," he says and does something to make his seat slide right back. Then he gets out, walks round and makes your seat slide back as well, before going back to his side.
He reaches into the glove compartment and takes a swig from a bottle. You notice that his hand is shaking a bit and you recognise the smell of whisky. Then he half turns towards you and opens his trousers right out so you can see his willy and the wrinkled bag underneath. It isn't stiff when he gets it out, but it grows bigger as you watch, fascinated.
"Do you play with yourself sometimes," he asks. You nod, blushing a little because it's kind of embarrassing. "That's good," he says, wrapping a hand round the shaft of his willy and sliding it up and down. "I play with myself a lot, but it's better if someone else helps. He puts another jelly baby on his helmet and you lean over to take it like before.
Just as you put your lips on it, you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing down. You open your mouth to yell, but next thing, his helmet is inside and you can't do anything. He has one hand on your head and the other arm is wrapped around you holding you still. His willy tastes salty and you can't help licking it.
Then he lets you go and you sit up. "That was horrid," you say, indignantly, but as if it has a mind of its own, your hand is down between your legs.
"It was really nice for me, and I think it made you feel a little bit sexy too," he says. You blush and snatch your hand away. "No," he says. "You are doing great. Why don't you pull your shorts down so you can rub your kitty properly?"
You guess that when he said 'kitty', he meant your winkle. You look around. The part of the car park you are in is surrounded by trees and there is no one else around. You remember how Mr Smith, the teaching assistant at school got you to play with his willy. He only got you to hold it until some white stuff squirted out, but until then, you just felt you had to go along with anything he said. It's the same this time, you know that it's wrong, but you feel that you have to do what you are told. You hook your thumbs into the elastic of your shorts and pull them down. The car is so big that you can stand on the floor in front of the seat.
The man sits looking at you and you see him lick his lips. "You are beautiful," he says, making you blush yet again. You know that your knickers are cutting into your winkle and that there is probably a wet patch in front. You go to sit down. "No. Stay there," he says. You just stand there feeling a bit silly, then he asks if you want another sweet. When you nod, he says you have to take your knickers off first.