From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Loving Sarah    Mg, cons   
      
   --Leslie Schmidt   
      
      
   The first time I molested Sarah was about three weeks ago.   
   That time, I just sort of copped a feel, felt her little pussy   
   through her under shorts while she was sitting on my lap,   
   but things have developed further and now we do it (that's   
   what she calls it, "Do you want to DO IT?"), oh, at least   
   once a day and often three or more.   
      
   First, let me describe her. She's three years old-three and   
   a half because her birthday is in July. She's just over three   
   feet tall and not yet 30 pounds. That makes her skinnier   
   than normal, she has a really light frame, when you pick   
   her up, she feels like a bird. She has yellow hair, very   
   yellow, the color of post-it notes. Her hair is long, reaching   
   almost to her waist, and very unruly. Combing it out after a   
   shower (something we do together a lot) is a struggle,   
   usually accompanied by tears on her part and frustration on   
   mine, but she absolutely won't let me have it cut.   
      
   Her face is oval with a domed forehead and dark, thick   
   eyebrows. Her eyes are dark brown, they are large and turn   
   down at the outside. Her mouth is kind of small but her lips   
   pucker out a lot and are thick. She has those straight little   
   teeth with the gaps between them which are so cute in kids   
   before they start loosing them.   
      
   I guess her body is fairly normal for a skinny three year   
   old, her nipples are tiny bumps surrounded by areolas   
   which are about the size of the top of a double A battery. In   
   fact, that's a pretty good description of their shape and size.   
   They are just a couple of shades darker than her skin, which   
   is pretty fair but she tans beautifully. Her arms are so thin   
   that I can wrap my thumb and pointer finger around them   
   above her elbow (that's not as bad as it sounds, I'm a pretty   
   big, 5'11, 190, and I have large hands). Her ribs are clear   
   but don't protrude. Her belly button hasn't decided to be an   
   "inny" or an "outy" yet. Her thighs are about as big around   
   as my forearms, maybe the diameter of a normal coffee   
   mug and, between them is her lovely slit. Her pussy lips   
   don't really push out much, they are thin down between her   
   legs, but because of this, the hood over her clit is usually   
   visible, a little line of pink flesh peaking out. When she's   
   turned on, it gets red and pushes out more.   
      
   Well, enough for the description, your imagination will   
   have to fill in the details except to add the her skin is   
   mostly clear but for a small mole about an inch below and   
   to the outside of her right nipple, two more orbiting her   
   naval and one just to the right of her slit. All of these are   
   pin-head size, but they are dark, almost black. Oh yes, there   
   is also a large brown mole on her left ass cheek, dead   
   center on her beautifully rounded orb.   
      
   Now, let me tell you about the first time we really "did it."   
      
   We were sitting on the sofa watching Sesame Street. Sarah   
   was on my lap and I was painfully aware of her. As she   
   squirmed around, my cock just got more and more   
   sensitive, growing under her light ass. I was getting quite   
   turned on, just feeling her against me-you know, that tight   
   feeling in your gut, a little light headed, a bit of a lump in   
   your throat, all the while, your dick is half inflated, a firm   
   lump in your pants.   
      
   She was wearing a pink collarless knit shirt with cowl   
   sleeves. There are white decorative threads creating a lacey   
   pattern in the hem of the sleeves and around the neck. Also,   
   a embroidered white flower, a daisy, is over the left breast.   
   She had on faded blue denim pants, the type that have   
   elastic completely around the waist and seem kind of thick   
   when they are so small, and on such a small person.   
      
   I had started with one of my arms around her torso, my   
   hand on her stomach and side, and my right hand on her   
   thigh, near her knee. Over a few minutes, I moved my hand   
   up, petting her thigh, then started moving my finger up and   
   down in her crotch. Of course, all I could feel was the   
   fabric and the stiff thickness of the seam. Sarah started to   
   push her shoulders against me and straightened out her legs   
   some. She squirmed a little, relaxing, craning up to look   
   over her left shoulder at me. I kissed her lips gently, she   
   turned back to the TV. She was breathing a little deeper.   
      
   "Why are you doing that?" she asked.   
      
   "Because it feels good." I paused, "Do you like it?"   
      
   "I guess so."   
      
   I continued stroking her little pussy for a little while longer   
   as she relaxed more and started breathing along with my   
   movements. I looked down at her face, she had her eyes   
   half closed, her mouth open. With my free hand, I hugged   
   her a little tighter, feeling her ribs moving with her breath.   
      
   "It would feel better if I put my hand underneath," I said.   
      
   She didn't say anything, just squirmed her ass a little   
   against my straining cock. I pulled my hand back and tried   
   to push it under the waistband of her pants but the elastic   
   was too tight for this to be comfortable for her. I unsnapped   
   the waist, then moved my hand down again, feeling her   
   panties and just the top of her slit through the thin cotton,   
   but still, it was too tight. Again, I pulled back and started   
   working the zipper down, holding the waistband with my   
   other hand. The clothes loosened and, with my next try, I   
   slid my hand down under her panties and felt the wonderful   
   soft skin of her pussy. I ran my finger along her slit-she   
   caught her breath and stiffened, not having an orgasm but   
   suddenly a little scared.   
      
   I held still, and she slowly relaxed, getting used to the   
   feeling of my fingers on her most private parts. I started   
   flexing my finger, not sliding it, just pushing gently and   
   moving it a little from side to side. She sighed and relaxed   
   against me more, then pushed he legs a little farther apart,   
   one of her legs now falling down outside my thigh. This   
   had the effect of making the fabric in her crotch tighter,   
   keeping me from moving my finger up and down her slit.   
      
   I kept flexing my finger and she started to hump a little   
   with my movements. A small sigh escaped her. "It would   
   be better if we took your pants off."   
   She didn't say anything so, after another few moments of   
   massaging her slit, I pulled my hand back and, now with   
   both of my hands, pulled on the fabric over her hips, trying   
   to work her pants down.   
      
   "Lift up some, honey."   
      
   She straightened, digging her head into my collar bone and   
   I started making progress, sliding the tight jeans down over   
   her hips. Her panties started to go with them and she   
   grabbed them, holding the waistband of the white cotton   
   bikini's (with little blue bears) and keeping them on. The   
   jeans bunched up at her knees, so I leaned forward and   
   pulled on the cuffs, working them over her cute little feet,   
   and pulled the pants free.   
      
      
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