A Kiss Under The Apple Tree   
      
   By Spin (M/g, pedo, cons, 1st, oral)   
      
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   "Watcha doin?" the unmistakable voice of a very young little girl asked   
   as I stood on my ladder while cutting down some dead branches from one   
   of my apple trees.   
      
   "Oh...Hi sweetie," I answered as I looked down at her cute little face   
   while she stood on the ground, swaying back and forth on the balls of   
   her feet as she flashed a bright toothy grin. I recognized her as part   
   of a family that just moved into another farm down the road.   
      
   In reply to her question I explained all about what I was doing to my   
   apple trees, inspiring more and more questions until I climbed down the   
   ladder and picked her light little preteen body up in my arms and gave   
   her a quick kiss on the cheek.   
      
   "I'm Taylor and I'm seven and half," she suddenly blurted out as I   
   continued to hold her in my arms.   
      
   "Well...Taylor, my name's...."   
      
   "I know...it's Tom!" she finished my sentence with a cute dimpled grin,   
   followed by a giggle.   
      
   Taylor had something in her hand I noticed and seemed to hold it with a   
   sense of importance.   
      
   "What's in your hand, darling?"   
      
   "Oh! This is my Lucky Penny," she replied as she opened her tiny   
   fingers, revealing a dull, well-worn copper penny that no doubt had a   
   story to go with it.   
      
   A sparkle of delight filled Taylor's crystal blue eyes as she began to   
   explain about her penny.   
      
   She continued telling about how she found it one day under her pillow   
   when she was sick, explaining that she didn't know how it got there and   
   neither did her mom, dad, or brothers.   
      
   "Well...how did it get to be your lucky penny?"   
      
   "Cause' I started to play with it and I wasn't sick anymore."   
      
   "Well...I guess that it really is a lucky penny after all."   
      
   "Uh huh...I know," she replied cheerfully as she put the penny safely   
   back into her pocket.   
      
   "Do you have a lucky penny too?" she asked with a sincere tone.   
      
   "No I don't honey, but I have a lucky Tradition."   
      
   "What's a tr-a-d-i-tion?" she asked curiously.   
      
   "OH it's a special thing that I do to have good luck…and my tradition is   
   to kiss a pretty little girl under an Apple Tree," I replied, smiling   
   directly at her.   
      
   "Well you can kiss me if you wanna,'" she commented with an exuberant   
   smile as she puckered her tiny, thin lips.   
      
   For some unexplained reason, my cock suddenly went to a full, throbbing   
   erection while just looking at this little wonder.   
      
   Taylor was just a child but her sexuality was all about her precious   
   innocence and sincerity that beckoned me to hold and experience her   
   softness. She beamed with eagerness as I once again picked her up in my   
   arms and kissed her lightly, but this time on the mouth. We kissed again   
   and again until she suddenly asked in a whisper if I knew how to French   
   kiss.   
      
   I was confused. A little child shouldn't know about such things but   
   Taylor obviously knew and where she knew it from didn't matter.   
   Carefully I looked around for any nosey witnesses. The coast was clear.   
      
   "M-m-m," she moaned under her breath as we continued kissing, French style.   
      
   My tongue was busy inside of the child's warm little mouth while her   
   tiny tongue tried to get inside of mine. Meanwhile my hands caressed her   
   sweet, soft little panty-covered butt while we continued our embrace,   
   trading little kisses as if it was a game to Taylor, but getting far   
   more intense for me.   
      
   Then in an instant of pure lust I managed to slip my hand under the   
   silky soft material of her panties. Her bare, baby soft bottom was like   
   a drug to my brain. Then she giggled, commenting that I was tickling   
   her, but then we resumed her kissing until I carried her to some thick   
   bushes behind the Apple Orchard.   
      
   With the safety of the heavy, dense brush surrounding us, little Taylor   
   and I continued to play. My hands were all over her soft smooth, little   
   girl skin while my cock ached from the strain of a continuous hard-on.   
   Fortunately the tall, weathered straw that covered the ground was   
   crushed from a recent drive-over by my heavy tractor.   
      
   Finally we sat down for a minute until a rabbit darted past us, inciting   
   Taylor to get excited and quickly get up to chase it. In her enthusiasm   
   the little charm tripped over a root that stuck up out of the ground,   
   causing her to cry and carry on noisily so I picked her up and consoled   
   her for a second or two. Soon a grin appeared over her sweet little face   
   as she suggested that we play a game.   
      
   "What kind of game?" I asked as I smoothed my fingers affectionately   
   through her fine, blonde hair.   
      
   "Well...it's called hide the penny and my brother Larry showed me how to   
   play one day," she continued.   
      
   My brain suddenly became aroused with anticipation as Taylor explained   
   the rules, saying that the object of the game was to hide the penny on   
   your body or around you somewhere but not out of arm's reach.   
      
   Closing my eyes as ordered, I peeked through the crack in my hand as   
   Taylor hid her penny. I took plenty of time with a few wrong guesses   
   until it seemed as if I was about to give up. Then after flashing a   
   smile, filled with elation, I found it under a layer of straw, right   
   next to her leg.   
      
   Giggles from Taylor were a sign that she was having fun. Then she closed   
   her eyes as I hid the penny in my pocket. She searched intensely in the   
   straw but then a grin turned to a smirk as she began searching my   
   pockets, until she found it. A bright ear-to-ear grin of accomplishment   
   celebrated her success as she held it up proudly like a trophy.   
      
   Our little game continued on, finally inspiring me to hide the penny in   
   my pants. It took a number of fruitless searches and guesses by my   
   little muse until she wondered out loud if it was somewhere naughty,   
   commenting that her brother always put the penny in his pants to trick   
   her when they played the game.   
      
   These precious moments with Taylor reminded me of incidents from my   
   distant childhood which had occurred on this same farm.   
      
   My mother and dad passed on long ago, leaving the farm and apple orchard   
   to me. Back in the days when I was a kid myself, I used to enjoy playing   
   with Mary Beth Jones, my only friend and childhood sweetheart, right   
   here in the same spot. She was my first piece of ass and eventually   
   became my wife. She's dead now but Oh! What a piece of ass she was. I   
   nailed her at the young age of about ten, but only after getting in her   
   pants after a few tries while playing doctor.   
      
   Taylor's panties were in full view as she sat with her slender legs open   
   wide in front of me. Her thin dress had ridden all the way past her   
   knees to her waist. As if she didn't care or realize that her entire   
   panty covered crotch was naked to my eyes and the rest of the world, she   
   continued to search for the penny by feeling around the clothes near my   
      
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