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 DISCLAIIMER: This is a fictional account of a young girl's needs.  If
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   Little Mall Baby - part 1 of 3 parts

   It seems that most gay men can spot another from a hundred yards off. 
They call it "gay-dar".  Pretty much the same seems to hold true for
pedophiles who can spot a sexualized target child the same way.  As one who
has perfected this "pedo-dar", I don't have a freaking idea how it works
but mine is tuned in to the 9 to 12 year old girls.  I can spot a child who
will be totally willing to have sex a mile off.  Whether it's the way she
dresses, returns my looks, or maybe it's just the way she moves that sets
off the pedo-dar.  And for those of you who don't think little girls want
sex, believe me, you are just fooling yourself.

   For example, just last week I was cruising a huge shopping mall in
Atlanta (and, no, I'm not going to admit which one in case the cops want to
review all the surveillance videos).  I spotted a covey of young quail - a
group of young girls - walking together.  There must have been a dozen of
them, all happy and laughing, pointing to the boys, whispering together,
and - of course - texting.  Right in the midst of the group, I spotted one.
She was about the same size and shape of the others, no more than 10 or 11,
slightly under 5 feet tall, and as yet sporting little or no development in
her little titties.  Frankly, just exactly the kind of child I enjoy. 
There was just something about her and I honestly can't either explain it
or figure it out.  All I knew was that this child had been sexualized.  She
knew what her little pussy is for and she likes it.

   I took my time, pausing in front of a shop, using the glass window as a
mirror to track their movements, watching as they seemed to be doing the
same.  It took almost half an hour before our eyes locked on to one
another. She instantly knew what I wanted just as I understood her needs.
Sitting 5 tables away from the gaggle of girls in the food court, our eyes
met again.  I let my gaze wander over her tight little body.  Light brown,
maybe even dirty blond hair, fairly long, pulled up to a single pony tail
slightly off center in the back, the hair falling over her left shoulder. A
light blue tank top hidden behind a darker blue vest with low cut sides, a
slightly above the knees denim skirt, white cotton knee socks and high top
Converse tennis.  Our gaze held for a moment before she turned her head and
got back into the group discussion.  But then she signaled me.  Her knees
parted as she turned to the table.  Instead of swinging both legs, she
swung her left leg in first, leaving her right leg where it was.  I got a
nice glimpse of white panty.  She shot a last quick glance my way to make
sure I'd seen her.  I nodded slightly, acknowledging her show.

   I slowly consumed the worst slices of pizza I'd even eaten and bided my
time.  I had made contact.  Now I had to wait.  It didn't take more than a
few minutes when she again caught my eye.  Her head movement was so slight
had I not understood the communication I'd have missed it.  A quick head
jerk in the direction of the rest rooms.  So slight it could have been my
imagination.  I gathered my tray and rose.  Tossing my debris in the trash,
I bent down to tie a shoe, glancing toward the child.  I saw a small nod
and was rewarded with another panty flash.

   I walked slowly towards the far end of the food court and stopped at a
water fountain.  My eyes looked back towards where she was and saw her
headed my way.  The next obstacle was getting her out of the mall without
looking suspicious - there are cameras everywhere.  She paused behind me at
the fountain and spoke first.  "Hey, mister, I saw you looking at me."

   "Yes, I was.  You are so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

   "You think I'm beautiful?"

   "I think you are gorgeous.  I would love to get to know you."

   "You're an old man and I'm just a kid." She glanced back towards her
clan.  "You like kids or something?"

   "I like you." She fidgeted back and forth.  I pressed the issue, "Do you
like old men?" I saw her trying to process the question, wondering what her
answer might be.

   "Uh, yeah." She looked down at her feet.  "Sometimes."

   "It's OK.  I understand.  You're not like the other girls, are you?"

   "How you know that?  I mean what makes you say that?"

   "Because you know stuff that they don't.  You may be younger than some
of them but you know more than they do, don't you?  You've done things they
haven't, haven't you?"

   "How you know that?" I smiled at her.  Hell, I almost salivated.  She
was a little doll.  Tiny, thin, undeveloped, clear complexion, and sexy as
they come.  I knew I could have her.

   "I know, my child, and I will be here tomorrow at this same time waiting
for you.  Come alone, you understand?"

   "Yes, sir.  I will be here.  But what if I can't come?  Will you be here
again?"

   "No.  You must be here tomorrow.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir.  I will be here.  You won't hurt me, will you?"

   "Not if you're a good girl."

   I'd talked to her too long already.  I turned and left her at the water
fountain.  I had no idea how long the group would stay at the mall but I
waited a half hour in my car outside hoping to see her again.  I finally
left, unsatisfied.  I masturbated twice that evening thinking about her.  I
wished I'd asked her name.

   The next afternoon found me in the food court again dressed in jeans and
a worn denim shirt, trying to look as young as I could.  At 45, it's not
that easy.  Slugging down a damned near flat Coke.  God, I hate food
courts. If it weren't for the kids hanging out there I'd never go near one.
At 3 sharp, my little target scared the hell out of me.  I'd been facing
the entrance when she suddenly sat down next to me.  I hadn't seen her
coming.

   "Hey."

   "Hey back at you." She looked great.  Wearing make-up and eye liner
today made her look a few years older - not that I wanted her to look
older. She wore another tank top but no cover up today.  It looked like the
same denim skirt she had on yesterday.  No knee socks or tennis today, just
a pair of flat sandals.  Her toenails were in bad need to attention -
patches of blue polish that did nothing to enhance her feet.

   "You wanna do something?" She asked.

   "I want to take you to my place." She nodded.

   "You ain't gonna hurt me, are you?" I could feel her nervousness.

   "Are you going to do what I say?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Then you have nothing to worry about.  We're just going to have fun,
OK?" She didn't answer, just stood and reached for my hand.  We exited the
mall hand in hand, a little girl beside me, her head occasionally resting
on my shoulder.  I opened the car door for her and she climbed in.  "Pull
your skirt up to your waist so I can see you, you understand?"

   "Yes, sir." She lifted off the seat hiked her skirt to her waist,
keeping her head down, her eyes averted.  She wore pink hip hugger panties,
not very little girl-like.

   "Keep your legs spread." She spread her legs.  "Wider." She spread them
wider.  I closed the door and walked around to the driver side.  "Is this
what you want?" She barely nodded.  "Answer me.  Is this what you want me
to do?" "Yes, sir...  just, please, don't hurt me, OK?"

   "You want to do this, don't you?" Another nod.  "And you've done this
before, haven't you?  Answer me."

   "Yes, sir."

   "And you like it, don't you?"

   "Yes, sir...  but..."

   "But what?"

   "Are you going to put it in me?"

   "Is that what you want?"

   "Yes, sir, but only in the front, OK?  Not in the back.  That hurts...
and you said you wouldn't hurt me, OK?"

   "You only like it in the front, is that right?  You want me to put it in
your pussy but not in your bottom?"

   "Yes, sir, just in my - uh - yes, sir.  Just up front.  OK?" She finally
looked up at me.  Her eyes were slightly watery.  I reached me hand behind
her neck and pulled her face to mine and gently kissed her full lips.  So
soft and tender, just a child.

   "What is your name, little girl?"

   "Ginger."

   "How old are you, Ginger"

   "Uh, I'm 14."

   "No you're not.  You're much younger than that.  Tell me the truth.  How
old are you?" She squirmed in the seat a bit before she answered.

   "You won't like me if I tell you."

   "Yes I will, Ginger, tell me the truth."

   "I'll be 12 next month."

   "So you're 11.  Say it."

   "I'm eleven."

   "What grade are you in, Ginger?"

   "I'll be going into the fifth grade.  We move around a lot.  I missed a
year." She slowly began opening up.  I didn't want to know too much, just
to get her home and naked.

   I pulled the car into traffic and headed south towards my place, being
thankful that I could pull into the garage without having to get out of the
car.  I surely didn't want nosy neighbors seeing me take a child into the
house.  "Turn towards me.  I want to see your panties."

   "Yes, sir." She did as she was told.  My god, I've found a total little
child submissive.  She crooked her leg, put it up on the seat towards me,
raised her skirt a little higher and showed me her pink panties.

   "You have any hair on your pussy yet?"

   "No, sir.  My daddy said I have to be 13 before I get any hair...  then
I have to shave it all off every day."

   "Your daddy likes your pussy?"

   "Yes, sir.  But sometimes he hurts me."

   "He puts it in your behind?"

   "Yes, sir.  He says he has to do it because he loves me but it still
hurts." She again glanced up at me.  "You ain't gonna do that, are you? 
You promised not to hurt me."

   `You do everything I tell you to do and I won't hurt you." I freaking
lied.  I wanted to hurt her and felt I probably would.  I sure as hell was
going to fuck her young brains out - assuming she had any, that is.  We
rounded the last corner, I pushed the remote for my garage and swung into
the dark room without pausing.  I closed the door behind us.  "Come here,
little girl.  What did you say your name is?"

   "Ginger.  I told you my name is Ginger."

   "Get those panties off, Ginger.  I want to see your pussy.  Do it now."
She almost jumped to comply.  "Does your daddy like to see your pussy,
Ginger?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "How often does he fuck you?" My wording got more of a reaction than I
thought it would.

   "Oh, he don't fuck me, mister.  My daddy makes love with me.  I'm all
he's got." "What do you mean, you're all he's got?"

   "My momma ran off two years ago.  I'm my daddy's wife now."

   "Does he know you like being with other men?"

   "My gosh, no, sir.  He's tan my hide if he knew." She took my hand as I
helped her out of the car.  We walked into the kitchen from the garage. 
"Truth is, when he's working I get real lonely and when I get lonely I get
this way."

   "What way?"

   "Well, it's like yesterday.  I went to the mall with those girls.  I
didn't really know but one of them.  I was there looking for a man." She
almost stumbled over her own feet as we walked towards my bedroom.  "I
don't understand it myself but sometimes I just gotta do it.  I gotta find
a man."

   "What do you mean?  You get horny?"

   "Horny?"

   "I mean you feel you have to have sex?"

   "No, sir.  I just gotta get filled up.  I can't help it.  I gotta have a
man put it in me." She looked honestly worried.  "It's so scary, though. 
Some mens want to hurt me.  Ain't it enough that you can put it in me up
front?  You can touch me all over, even touch me in back, you can even take
pictures of me if you wants, just please don't hurt me."

   "You been with a lot of men?  I mean, you're only eleven.  How many men
have put it in you?"

   "Well, counting you, and you ain't done it yet, that's nine.  And that's
not counting those boys at school or Mr.  Taylor, my teacher.  He don't
count."

   "He don't count - uh, he doesn't count?  Why not?"

   "Mr.  Taylor's nice.  I let him fill me up all the time.  He never tries
to put it in me from behind.  All he wants to do is to touch me all over."
She looked amused.  "He gets all crazy just touching my boobies and I ain't
even got any of them.  He gets all hard and then he wants to put it in me.
I always let him do it, too.  I like him.  He ain't that good though."

   "Why aren't you with him today?"

   "Oh, I gotta have new men all the time." She looked up at me as we
reached the bedroom door.  I pushed it open and she looked inside.  "We
gonna do it now?"

   I looked at the horny child, small, not even five feet tall, thin, very
thin.  I felt that I could probably break her in half without a lot of
effort.  Her dirty blond hair again pulled back in a pony tail.  The yellow
tank top barely concealing her little frame.  "Take your top off.  I want
to see your titties." She held her hands up to allow me to peel off the
top.

   "I ain't got titties yet.  I don't know why mens like them." I liked
them because they were adorable.  The size of dimes, her little nipples
pointed out.  No foundation visible under them but gently feeling her chest
proved that something was beginning to happen under there - little firm
mounds that hadn't done much more than thinking about growing.  But the
promise was there.  I felt her chest, ran my hands down her stomach, up
over her shoulders, her arms.  I was intent on feeling every inch of the
child's body.  I ran my palms over her skinny little back, then down to her
ass over her shirt which had fallen back down.  I reached the hem and
touched her bare legs.  Holding her steady with my left hand, my right went
to her ankles.  I unbuckled her sandal and slid it off her foot.  I did the
same with her left foot.

   "I'm going to take your skirt off now, OK" She nodded, her eyes almost
closed, loving the attention she was getting.  I was being so gentle with
her now.  That would change I thought.  Little did I know.

   "Yes, sir.  I wants to be naked.  I like being naked." Sounded more like
`nekkid' to me.  Her body enflamed me.  No waist line, no development, her
mound was fat and full, the slit slightly open.  She stood with her feet
should width apart, giving me a great view of her baby pussy.  I reached
for it.

   "No, please.  Don't touch it with your fingers.  Please.  That hurts,
OK?"

   "I can't touch it?"

   "You can do ever thing else, but don't put your fingers in me, OK.  I
mean you can kiss it, you can bite it, do all them things mens like to do,
but don't put your fingers in it, OK?" I wondered who had done something to
her that hurt her with his fingers.  But, hey, as long as I can put my cock
in her, who cares about fingers?

   "Do you want me to put my dick in it?"

   "Oh, yes, sir.  I want that a lot.  I want you to put it in me.  I need
that.  You want to take some pictures first?  I like to model some." I
watched her strike a few quick poses, none of which looked very hot... 
hand on one hip, other hand behind her head, hip thrust out to the side. 
It did make my dick twitch but looked like something out of another
generation.

   "Sure, my little darling...  lay on the bed on your side..." I proceeded
to give her some easy directions as I snapped off twenty quick pictures.  I
felt my cock growing as each shot was taken.  I was going to fuck this
child like a street whore.  Her legs and ass fascinated me.  Slender legs,
pale smooth skin, straight as a pencil, her little knees knobby as any kids
- and then she would open her legs to give me a great shot of her cunt. 
"Flip over.  Let me see your butt."

   "You ain't gonna hurt it, are you?  You promised."

   "No, baby.  Just kiss it and take some pictures of it.  You don't mind
that, now, do you?"

   "No.  You can kiss it all over.  I like that." I sat on the bed beside
her and bent down to kiss her skinny little butt.  No beautiful bubble butt
to languish over but a tight little ass.  I kissed the top of her crack and
let my tongue wander down it, licking her gently as I moved.  I grasped her
butt cheeks and spread it open, shoving my face in her ass, my tongue
probing for her rosebud.  I found it and tickled it with my tongue.  I
spread her open as far as I could.  She tensed.

   "Don't hurt me!"

   "No, baby.  I'm just going to kiss it, OK?" I shoved my face back into
her ass.  In moments she was squirming.

   "Please, mister.  Please put it in me now, OK?  Please?"

   "You want me to fuck you now?"

   "No, not fuck me.  Just fill me up, OK?  Just put it in." She twisted
her body around until she lay on her back.  "Put it in deep, OK?"

   "Would you like to be on top so you can control...."

   "NO.  I want you to lay on me like my Daddy does and just put it in me."
I moved over on top of the small child and lifter her legs up, pushing her
knees to her shoulders.  My god she looked fantastic.  Young, small, thin,
bent double, her tight little pussy - hairless, smooth, soft, delicate -
looking up at me.  I wanted to pound the shit out of it.

   My cock isn't that big, maybe a little over 7 inches on full hard but
it's fairly large in girth.  I knew her cunt would be tight as hell.  I ran
the tip of my cock up and down her little slit.  This wasn't going to be
easy.  I reached for my night stand and found a half full tube of KY and
lubed both her and me, then re positioned my dick at her hole.  "Be ready,
baby.  Here it comes." I found her hole and shoved lightly.  I felt it
give, expand to take me, then the head popped in.  she grimaced.

   "Shove it in, mister.  Please fill me up.  I need it.  I gets a little
crazy when I'm filled up so don't get mad at me, OK?  Just shove it in.  Do
it deep, OK?  Put it in me." I shoved.  With the lube and her experience, I
was three inches in on my first thrust.  I started to pull out and shove in
again.  "NO, don't pull it out.  Shove more, do it hard, OK?" I shoved in,
her unlubed tunnel offering only slight resistance.  God, she felt good,
tight, as expected, but good.  She took me all the way in.  I let her lay
there a moment getting used to it..

   "Oh god, oh god, oh god, that feels good, Mister." I stated to pull out
to begin thrusting.  "NO NO NO, don't pull it out.  NO, push more.  Push
all the way in." I'm in all the way, I thought to myself.  I ground my
pelvis against her, shoving as hard as I thought she could take.  I easily
felt the head of my cock pressing against the depths of her womb.  I pushed
more, as hard as I could.  I wanted to start pounding the child.  I
pulled.....

   "NO.  Keep it there.  Push more." She began grinding her tiny clit
against my pelvic bone, humping it, rolling her hips around, pushing her
little pelvis tightly against me.  I started to pump...

   "NO, NO, No mister.  Do it like daddy does, not like Mr.  Taylor.  Shove
it in, fill me up....  IIIIIIIIIIIIII" she started squealing.  "More,
mister, do it hard like Daddy." She ground against me, damned near
beginning to hurt me.

   "Oh god, oh fuck, do it, fill me, do me, fuck me, hurt me, oh god, ohh
god it feels good, shove more, push, push, push, oh yes, oh yes, oh more,
do it harder, do it to me Daddy, oh god, oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, push, fill
me, fuck me....  No No No don't cum, don't cum, not like Mr Taylor, press
down on me, push me down, lay on me, smother me, push.  OH GOD, EEEEEEEEEE,
more, harder, yes, daddy yes Daddy, Oh god Daddy..." I think it started
then.  I lost track of what she was saying, I wasn't even sure what
language she was using.  The only words that made sense to me were Daddy
and god.  The child bucked against me, lifted me off the bed.  I shoved
hard into her, felt her entire body quiver, heard her gasp of air and she
was gone - passed out cold, limp under me, her cunt seeming to milk my
cock. Fuck it, I started thrusting, pulling out, shoving in, fucking her
dead-to-the-world little body.  My climax came from the tips of my toes,
ran up my legs, into my balls, and exploded into her.  I held it in until I
softened, then gently removed it.

   I kept her with me until five o'clock.  She wanted a repeat but my
climax had been so intense that I wanted to fuck instead of just holding it
in her - or filling her up as she put it.  We made a date for tomorrow. 
We'll see how it goes.  She'll probably let Mr Taylor fuck her at school.

   NOTE: Feedback is always welcome.  If the story got you off, please let
me know.

   Daren Peters