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Good Night, Little Leslie

I had my very first sleepover last night. My friend Mary brought me to her house and showed me her pink room. Her fluffy, quilted comforter was so soft and it made me sleepy right away! Mary told me that since he was a single parent, her dad always came in to kiss her goodnight. But when Mary’s dad came in later, he did much more than kiss her! I tried to cover my ears and sink down beneath the blankets, but I heard and saw everything. Just as it was beginning to end, I convinced myself to drift off and forget about the whole thing. After all, plenty of adults have touched me down there before. So what if Mary’s dad does that to her, too? After all, she’s a very nice friend, and Mary’s dad was probably just showing her how much he loves her. So that’s why, later that night, I wasn’t prepared for my own blankets to be yanked off. Boom! Right as I was drifting off into a wonderland called Slumberland, I felt the covers leave my body, and big, thick, grown-up hands covering my teeny, soft girl titties! I thought it was a dream at first, but dreams can’t feel that good . . . can they?

Goldilocks and The Three Cocks

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Goldilocks.  She was a super cute girl with long blonde hair and little pink pouty lips. One day, she went for a walk all alone without adult.

Goldilocks stumbled upon a cottage. At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of porridge. Goldilocks was hungry.  She tasted the porridge from the first bowl. It was white and thick and smelled very musky.

“This porridge is too thick” she exclaimed.

So, she tasted the porridge from the second bowl.

“This cum is too seedy,” she said.

So, she tasted the last bowl of milky, sticky white porridge.

“Ahhh, this porridge is just right,” she said happily and she ate it all up.

The porridge slipped down her throat fluidly as she slurped it and smacked the creamy white cum.

Swallowing all of that two-ball throat spud made Goldilocks very sleepy. She decided to go take a seat with the taste of man chowder still thick on her little pink tongue.

Goldilocks went to go sit down on the first chair. It was covered completely in a big, fluffy black fur. The chair was very soft and warm, and it was moving slightly. Even weirder, Goldilocks could feel something hard and long poking against her panty-clad bottom.

“This cock is too big!” she exclaimed.

So she sat in the second chair, which was just like the first one.

“This chair is too big, too!”  she whined.

So she tried the last and smallest chair.

“Ahhh, this chair is just right,” she sighed.  But just as she settled her wet little slit onto the furry beast’s erect dick to rest, it started moving! Suddenly the dick was thrust into her cunny so hard, she felt like it was splitting her open.

“I’ve been tricked!” Goldilocks shrieked.

The little blonde girl was shoved roughly to the ground, and all three wild beasts circled her predatory fashion. Turns out, they weren’t chairs after all, but instead were reclining animals with big rock-solid cocks! One by one, each burly bear screwed Goldilocks on the floor of their home. Ramming into her tight little holes, each one nailed her hard. Goldilocks came so hard when the last one finished inside of her . . . she realized she wanted to stay with them as their own personal screw toy forever and ever. The End.

My Daddy Touches My Private Place

 Yesterday Daddy walked in to my room and saw me. I was doing something bad. Even though my Mommy and Daddy told me to never, ever touch my private place, I couldn’t help myself. Since everyone else touches me down there. I really wanted to see why it was so special. It felt good when people put their hands on me down there. So when my parents went downstairs to talk on the phone for their job, I started exploring. First, I poked the area with the tips of my fingers. It felt wet and sort of soft.  I heard Mommy call it a vagina once, but I heard Daddy say it was called a cunt. He said that to Mommy when they were making a lot of sex noise in their bedroom one night. I accidentally walked in. Oppsies. That’s probably why Daddy walked in when I had my pink panties around my ankles. I was sticking one of my Crayola markers inside and moving it around. That’s how sex works, I think. When Daddy saw me, he started breathing really hard. Then he came over and grabbed my fingers and started sucking them. I don’t know why. Finally, he started putting his fingers where the marker had been, and it felt sooooo good!! Before he left, Daddy told me that my private place was just for him and me. “Okay, Daddy,” I said to him. I can’t wait for Daddy to cum back and play with my privates again!

Voyeuristic Phone Sex With Leslie

It’s Superbowl Sunday, and my Daddy loves football! My whole town does. It’s such an American sport, and people here love to celebrate it. They light fireworks and have BBQS and watch TV on their big flat screens. You know what I like to do? Go exploring! I decided to walk right outside into the pleasant sunshine and take a trip to my new favorite spot. It’s this watering hole in the woods by my house. Changing zippity-quick into my little pink bikini, I grabbed a towel, slid on my flip-flops, and rushed outside. When I got there, I dipped my feet in the cool water and smiled. The even-temperature of the little stream had me splashing around and giggling! It wasn’t until I heard a different giggle that I looked up from my playing. There was an old man standing between two trees, watching me. I did exactly what I’ve learned to do in this type of situation. I started stripping off my pink bikini top and bottoms. The old man was stroking his dick so hard, I thought he’d cum right then and there. But I decided to make it even better for him. Squatting down in the brook butt naked, I dipped my bare little kitty in the water. Then I rubbed my little boobies and started singing softly like the storybook princesses do in the forest. When the man finally blew his load, I was shoving my limbs in the sticky sand at the bottom of the stream. It made me think of how it’d feel to shove some other body parts of mine onto the old man’s sticky part. When I looked up to ask him, though, he had already left.

Poppers With A Side Of Cherries

This week was fun, but something scary happened to me again. I was playing in my backyard with my dog. Her name is Sparkles, and she’s my friend.

Why does everyone keep touching me in my private places? My Mommy and Daddy said to me “No. Don’t let boys touch you in your private places.” But what about girls? Sometimes I get so confused with all of these grown-up rules.

Just as I was pitching the little tennis ball that Sparkles and I use to play catch, I heard some rustling sounds over the fence. Rustle, rustle, rustle, the sounds went. I got curious, so I walked over to the bushes lining the gate . . . and BAM! Something hit me right in the face!

I don’t remember what happened next, but everything was all black and fuzzy. When I woke up, I was trapped in a warm, dark room with very soft sheets . . . and I wasn’t wearing any clothes! OH NO! I thought. Not again!

I tried to pull the blanket over myself. But someone walked in and revealed herself to me. That’s right, she revealed herself, right before my innocent, nudie little eyes!

I was shell-shocked. She looked just like a nice, trusting adult I would’ve run to if I’d ever needed a bandaid. Except that her big bobbies were showing, and that wasn’t nice at all.

“What have you done with Sparkles?” I huffed angrily, all weak-but-brave-damsel-in-distress like.

The woman cackled meanly. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, she cackled, only not quite as nice sounding.

“I believe you’ll find yourself to be a little more pliable,” she announced, “once you get a whiff of this.”

I did not want a whiff of anything, really. But she was a bad girl villain, and bad girl villains don’t listen to what you want. Then she came over and stuck a bottle under my nose. I tried to turn away, but my head still kinda hurt. That’s my kryptonite, if you can keep a secret. When someone bashes my head open in my very own backyard.

The stuff in the bottle smelled really bad. My battling arms soon dropped uselessly to my sides. Then the mean lady laid me down on the floor and purred at me. I gulped as she recapped the bottle and set it down.

“How does that feel?” she asked seductively, trailing a long fingernail down my abdomen.

It felt great. All of a sudden my dizziness increased, but at the same time, a happy feeling overcame me. My dampening kitty felt really hollow, like it needed to be stuffed. The mean lady saw me wiggling to be touched and immediately laughed all evil-like again.

She stretched forward then and pulled out a canister from beneath the couch. It was full of little red circles marinading in red liquid. The looked like veiny eyeballs in blood.

“Cordial cherries,” the woman supplied at my horrified expression. “Poppers and cherries,” she laughed.

I didn’t understand the joke until she repeated it three more times, guffawing louder with each word. Finally she was leaning over me in a laughing fit, so I reached up and grabbed her booby to snap her out of it.

“Umm, excuse me,” I interrupted politely, “but aren’t you going to touch my privates?”


Popsicle Stick-It-In-Me

 I am building a popsicle stick house in school. My Daddy bought me a huge box of Crayon popsicles because those are the ones I like. I know Daddy likes to watch me lick and slurp my long rod icy treats because he imagines that I’m sucking on his Daddy-dickie with my little pink tongue.

Since I’m not advanced as an artist would be being mean and saying that theirs were better and mine is stupid. It made me cry soooo much that I ran out to the hallway and into the closet. It was dark and kinda scary in there, but I didn’t want to go back to class so I stayed to sniffle a little bit.

It was then that I realized I heard footsteps! It was Abner, our janitor. All of us call him by his first name since we’re around the same age and all. He came into the closet and asked why I was crying. I told him about my popsicle stick house and he made a frowny face to show he felt bad for me. Abner told me he could make me feel much better, so I let him stick his hand up my Powerpuff Girls T-shirt even though my Daddy warned me about strangers who wanted to roll down my panties. I hoped it would make Daddy mad that I did this so he could spank me again.

 

Before Abner could put his long penis inside of my slippery vagina, I heard a KNOCK, KNOCK at the door and all of a sudden my teacher Mrs. Sullman was there. She did not look happy at all to see my little boobies all uncovered ‘cus my nipples were getting hard in the air-conditioning. She started talking to Abner in a really mean grown-up voice, and then she pulled him away and told me to put my shirt back on. Mrs. Sullman didn’t take me to the nurse or anything. I don’t know why, but she didn’t come back to class, either. Maybe she went to make Abner’s hard penis go away by sitting on it like Mommy and Daddy did once when I walked in their room without knocking.

When I get home and tell Daddy what happened, he’ll punish me for sure! I can’t wait to feel the roughness of his hand against my bare bottom and scream out in pleasure again.

Snow Days are A’Cummin!

Now it’s winter time, and we’ve been having lots of snow days. When that white stuff starts falling from the sky, all I can think about is Daddy’s white stuff . . . and how much I wanna taste it!

I was making snow angels earlier, since I’m Daddy’s Little Angel, and I loved spreading my legs and pining up my arms, because I imagined Daddy was there doing it for me . . . and, well, I started cumming.

Luckily, he didn’t punish me–but that’s only because he was inside with Mommy! Why does she get all of the attention lately? Don’t I have enough sass for him . . . or a cute enough ass?

If only my Daddy spent more time with me, I’d be a much, much more well-behaved girl! I’m sure of it! But, I’m all out in the cold, and it looks like I’m going to have to play with my little special spot all by myself! Please, Daddy, come!!!! I’m begging to CUM for YOU!