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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Soft Kisses" (Mgm cons, snuff)
Date: Thu,  3 Jul 2003 09:10:06 -0400
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Soft Kisses

{ASSM} (Mg, cons, snuff)



By Simple Man (C)2003





   What can I say, I love little girls, always have, always will.  But
hidden deep within me is the desire to have sex with them, although nobody
besides me knows this.  I lead a pretty normal life and all I do is just
dream of my wildest desires.  I download pictures of the little ones from
the internet and it's quite interesting to note that they all seem to come
from Russia.

   It was time to go to work and I tidied up the kitchen and grabbed my bag
of garbage to take down to the dumpster in the parking garage.  I got quite
a surprise as I entered the garage; there was an older woman, maybe in her
forty's holding a little girl by the hand.  I continued on past them and
dropped my bag of garbage into the steel dumpster.  Heading back toward my
vehicle they approached me.  The woman nudged the child quite hard and the
little girl opened her raincoat.  I really had not been paying attention
because I try and avoid looking at the little ones when other adults are
around.  So the first thing that occurred to me was why the child was
wearing a raincoat in the morning like this, not weather forecast called for
rain, it puzzled me for an instant until the child opened the raincoat wide
so I could see her body.

Mother of God, she was dressed like a whore with tight black fishnet
thigh-high stockings, little tight black French cut panties and nothing
else.  She looked to be maybe five years old if I stretched my imagination.
The older woman spoke.

   "You like her?  Wanna fuck her?  Take off your panties, honey, let the
nice man see your little pussy!"

   The child did as she was told, and watching the little girl pull her
panties down made me cream my pants.  I had never seen any female,
regardless of age, that turned me on like that, almost instantly.  As the
front of my pants became wet, the woman smiled a crooked grin.

   "Fifty bucks and you can fuck her!

   Her words were slurred as if she had been drinking but I didn't want to
get close enough to her to find out.  And somewhere in my befuddled mind
came my next question.

   "How much would it cost me to buy her outright?"

   The older woman pondered this question and I could readily see that she
was considering it in her feeble brain.  The child, however, was smiling
brightly as if she liked the idea of being sold to me.  The little girl
placed her hands on her hairless pussy and spread her lips so I could see
her clitoris and vaginal opening.  I didn't know if the child was driving up
the price or just showing me what I could have when I paid for her.  Never
the less, I was very much in awe at what I saw and the child was smiling.

   "One thousand dollars and the girl can belong to you!"

   This had to be a joke.  What person, no matter how deviated would sell a
little five year old girl for so little money?  Hell, you could not even
adopt a girl this young for under ten grand.  I told her she had a deal!

   "Not so fast, there's more, I want some good whiskey, at least a fifth,
every day, and that takes more money.  Are you willing to pay that too?"

   Why not, I told her.

   I'll see to it that you get the best, like Chevis Regal, or do you have a
favorite brand that you would prefer instead?"

   "No, that will be fine, but you gotta pay now!"

   The little girl let the raincoat slip from her shoulders and fall to the
cement floor, then moved over to me and placed my hand on her tiny pussy.
At that precise moment I flooded my pants again and I agreed to the older
woman's demands.  We climbed into my truck and the woman complained the
whole time about being in a fucking truck like some hired hand, while the
child simply loved sitting beside me in the front seat.  At the grocery
store I bought the woman a case of Chevis and her eyes were as big as
saucers as I carried it out to the truck and placed it in the bed, right
behind the cabin.

   "Take me home, you can have the girl as soon as you pay me!"

   I asked for directions and we headed to the seedy side of town.  Her
place looked run down and in need of repair, but I guessed she didn't have
the money and was too much of an alcoholic to save for any needed repairs.
I stopped the truck and got out to open the passenger door and release the
rear door so the woman could get out.  I took out my wallet and peeled off
ten one hundred dollar bills.  She grabbed the money and put it in her teeth
as she struggled to remove the case of booze from the bed of my truck.
Finally she was gone.  I closed the doors and climbed back into the cab and
sat there for a moment.  I knew the demands this woman would make of me when
she sobered up enough to think where her next drink was coming from, and I
had to do something.  The little girl climbed into my lap and stood up
pushing her hairless little pussy into my mouth, her arms wrapped around my
head.

There is nothing else in this world like the taste of a little girl so
young.  There is no bitter taste, no fishy smell she is way too young to
have the growth hormones to add the acids as when she is much older, for now
there is just sweet, slightly salty nectar from this little one.  Aroused,
she produces a thick and rich lubricant that has a wonderful taste.  And as
I kind of expected, she would do anything to be kept away from her pimping
mother.  My mind was now made up.

   I started the engine and we drove away, her thick juices covering my
chin.  As we headed to my place I picked up the cell phone and made a call.

   "Curare, that's right, about two ounces.  No, tonight!  I'll have the
money waiting for you."

   The hospital scrub nurse delivered it in person and received five hundred
dollars for her efforts.  She was an old friend, not the least bit concerned
with what I asked her to do or what I did.  I opened the shoe box and found
the syringe and a long needle tip, along with five vials of Curare, more
than enough for what I wanted it for.  The smallest dose of this stuff was
used to stop the heartbeat of patients undergoing heart surgery when they
were put on the heart bypass machine.  The little girl was tired and I put
her to bed, naked, I just took off her fishnet stockings and tucked her into
my bed.  I had things to do tonight.  I called into my office and told them
a personal problem had come up and I would be out of the office for about
three days.  While the child slept I drove to liquor store and bought a
bottle of Chevis.  Once home again, I cut the top band from the bottle
carefully and laid it aside.  Extracting the exact number of cc's that the
five vials held with the syringe, I deposited it into a glass tumbler.
Quite carefully I withdrew the contents of the five vials and injected then
into the bottle, then replace the cork and super glued the top band back
into position.

   When the woman called again two weeks later for more booze, I was ready
and brought her a special treat.  The little girl waited in the truck
playing with some of the toys I had given her, her mind miles away from what
was about to happen.  I gave the woman my special bottle of Chevis, and
pulled another one from the new case.  We popped off the bands and I reached
for a glass, but the woman took it straight from the bottle.  It took about
three minutes for her to die and I grabbed the bottle almost in mid air as
she dropped it, her body falling dead to the floor.  Shit. She had drunk
enough in one gulp two draw at least two ounces down her throat.  I quickly
placed the cap on the bottle and made my way out of her disgusting abode,
taking the bottle with me.

   The little girl was not five as I had once thought she was, only four
years old, pushing five.  She was way too young to have sex with, but we
played sexy with each other and she learned to suck my cock and swallow.  I
began working my finger into her soft virgin hole, attempting to stretch her
out for when she was old enough.  She really liked being molested this way,
to her it was love.  And me, well I learned something, no matter how young a
girl is, she can feel sexual stimulation and respond to it.  I guess it's
about time to find out her name.



END

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