Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2020 09:30:03 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: At the Hands of a Sex Offender At the hands of a Sex Offender by Misty Meadow Mum gets a letter in the mail. We're in the kitchen, having breakfast. She reads it, then looks at me, still in the knickers and T shirt I wore in bed. "You need to know about this," she says. "It's from Social Services, a notification of sex offenders living in our area. Most are just dirty old men whom you need to stay away from, and only one of them live close, a woman who's moved into the apartment building across the street, so don't worry about it. It says here that her name is Irma Banks, twenty two years old, convicted of 'lewd and lascivious conduct with a minor'. If she's molested young girls, I don't want you going over there, Misty." "Okay, Mum. Not a problem." I try to picture what kind of conduct would place a woman of that age on a sex offenders list. It could be almost anything. We've had that "stranger-danger' lecture at school and evidently it doesn't take much to get arrested these day; any kind of sexual contact between and adult and a kid, however casual, causes people to overreact with unjustified horror. I'm into young girls myself. Yes, me! For as long as I can remember I've had a crush on one girl or another, usually girls in my own class. Emily Hawkins and I have been kissing and feeling each other up for more than a year. Putting our hands down the front of each other's knickers is a lot of fun, but do we deserve to go to jail? Also there was one of my teachers, who never knew how much I adored her but she left for another school and for weeks I was desolate. __________________ It's Saturday morning and I'm bored, so this is an ideal time to carry out my plan. Mum has gone across town to visit her sister so I'm on my own. I think carefully about what to wear, trying on various outfits, striving for that "little girl" look and settle on a dress that's now two years old and therefore dangerously short. Under it, I wear the only kind of knickers I have, plain white cotton, wishing I had something sexier. White ankle socks add a nice touch. In the mirror, I look even younger than my twelve years. I cross the street, go into the hallway of the apartment building and look at the mail boxes. They have names on them and Ms. Banks is easy to spot. She's in flat G. It must be upstairs. I go up, find the flat and knock on the door, thinking Mum would shit herself if she knew what I was doing. I'm not altogether sure what my motive is; I just want to see what she looks like and ask her what she did. I'm not afraid, not of a female sex offender. What could she do that would endanger me? The door opens, and there she is, quite petite, attractive in an androgynous way (I know what that means, I Googled it), dressed in a short bathrobe. She has a kind of elfin look, with her spiky hair cut short and a face that looks as though she's about to get up to some kind of mischief, making her appear younger than her twenty two years. "Can I help you?" she asks, running her eyes up and down me. I know that hungry look. I get it a lot from men and more than a few women. "Hello, I'm Misty Meadow from across the street and I just wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood. May I come in?" She hesitates. "How do you know I just moved in?" "We got a letter from the authorities listing sex offenders in the area and you were on it. I imagine all the neighbours are shunning you but I don't care what you did. I think you deserve a chance to live a normal life and not be treated like an outcast." "How old are you?" "Twelve." She looks me up and down then steps back, opening the door wider to let me step inside. It's an unremarkable one bedroom furnished flat with crappy looking furniture and a threadbare carpet. We sit on the sofa. "Why would a twelve year old girl be interested in a convicted sex offender?" "What were you convicted of?" "Lewd and lascivious conduct with a minor. She was an eleven year old girl." I feel my face light up. "Then I'm a sex offender too. I put my hand inside my friend Emily's knickers and she was only eleven when we started doing it, so that makes me an offender, like you." She laughs. "And she wasn't the only one. Quite a few of us played 'stinky finger'." She grins. "They don't put kids like you in jail, Kiddo." "I wonder if your eleven year old liked it as much as Emily does." "It was she who started it all," says Irma, "She came on to me. I know that's what all sex offenders say, but it's true, I swear. She had a crush on me and she not only let me do anything I wanted to her, she happily did anything I asked her to. She was obsessed with sex. So, you're gay, then?" "Gay as a lark. Boys suck. I had a crush on one of my teachers, but nothing happened though I'd have let her do anything she wanted to me." I lean close to her. "Tell me exactly what you and she got up to." "Why should I do that?" "I like talking about sex. At school, my friends and I talk about little else and I like to watch gay porn on the internet. Mum has put parental controls on my laptop, but I've figured out the password and I watch lesbian videos of women licking cunts and fisting and stuff." "You're pretty precocious for a twelve year old. Aren't you worried, being alone in this flat with a sex offender?" "You wouldn't do anything to hurt me, would you?" "Never in a million years. I'm not a predator, quite the opposite; I just love young girls." "Did your little girl love you? What was her name?" "Jennifer. She adored me and when they locked me up she was heart broken. I did three years and now I'm on probation, forbidden to have contact with minors, so you can't tell anyone you came here or they'll put me back in the nick." "I promise I'll never, never tell a soul. I can see why she loved you." "I met her in a library and right away, something happened between us, some kind of chemistry. We both felt it instantaneously." "Exactly what happened?" "Between the bookshelves, she kissed me, open mouthed with lots of tongue, so I took her home. You'd think I'd be the one to seduce her, but it was the other way round. She swept me off my feet. There was nothing she wouldn't do." "Was she the only one?" "No, there had been others. I've always been attracted to preteen girls, the younger the better. It's just the way I am and there's no way I can change." "Which is why I think that the age of consent being sixteen is ridiculous, at least for gay girls. I can understand that we need to be protected from dirty old men and randy boys, let's face it, a cock can do a lot of damage, but what harm can a girl inflict on another girl? She can't get her pregnant. About the worst thing she could do would be to tie her up shove something up her cunt and she could be brought up on charges of assault, like any other kind of violence. If I were in charge, I'd keep the age of consent for boys, but for girls, well . . ." "What age would you choose?" Did you know in Portugal, it's fourteen and in Japan it's thirteen? They've got the right idea. I'd like it to be about ten. That's when I was old enough to say 'no' if I was being taken advantage of though I was only eight when I started having sexual feelings and began masturbating." "Ten seems young, even for a pervert like me." "Don't call yourself that. Why should loving young girls be a perversion? They're pretty, they're cute and to me, at least, they're sexy." She looks at me with fresh eyes. "You fit all of the above, Misty. You know, you have balls, knocking on my door and coming into my flat like this. I have to admire you." My pulse rate quickens. "You're saying I'm sexy?" "You have the courage of your convictions and you're the kind of girl I think about all the time, one reason being that you look remarkably like Jennifer, pretty, slender, and your innocent look doesn't hide that undercurrent of sexuality that I can sense. What do I have to do for you to let me kiss you?" "Not a lot. You're gorgeous, Irma, even more beautiful than the teacher I had a crush on. I would ask one thing, though. I want to know what you've got on under that robe." "And if I showed you, would you show me what you have on under that deliciously short dress?" I stand and turn to face her, taking the hem and lifting my dress up above my waist to reveal my schoolgirl knickers. She gasps. "Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm crazy about white knickers. Don't move! Just let me drink in this lovely vision of young beauty. So many young girls wear thongs these days and I think they're ugly, not to mention uncomfortable." "Take your sweet time. I love showing off, and not just my knickers." I decide to be even bolder. "If you're nice to me, I might even show you my cunt." About the most exciting thing I can think of is showing my cunt to another gay girl, but first I want to tease her a little. "What do I have to do to be nice to you?" "Take off that robe. Let me see you naked." She lies back and unties the belt, then spreads the robe wide. My heart is pounding in my chest. Her slender body doesn't seem much different from mine. Her boobs are bigger yes, but not by much, though her nipples are considerably larger, her hips are curvier and her cunt is very different. She has big lips and her clit is quite visible under its arch. Just above it, her pubic area is shaved completely clean. She spreads her legs as I gaze at her, transfixed, my dress still hoisted. "Oh, my God!" I breathe, "You're gorgeous! No wonder Jennifer fell in love with you." I gaze at her for several long seconds, then encouraged by her display, I lift my dress over my head and toss it aside. My tits have just started to become perceptible, slight swellings with growing nipples and I proudly show them for her. Her eyes are like saucers. After a short pause, she speaks. "Are you gonna take your knickers off?" "No." Her face falls. "I'm gonna let you do that." Her face brightens as I step close between her spread knees and she reaches out and tugs my knickers down to mid thigh. I look down at my cunt, still appearing like that of a little girl, a prominent mound bisected by a vertical slit, with not a hair in sight. "Christ, I love little girls' bald cunts!" She looks up and our eyes lock. I can see the lust in her soul and it triggers a thrill low down in my tummy. My knickers fall to the floor and I step out of them, moving even closer to her. "Kiss me!" I demand and she reaches her arms up. "No, not on the lips, on my cunt! Molest me! Sexually offend me! Make me even gayer than I already am!" She leans forward, but I step back. "There's one condition. Whatever you do to me, I get to do to you, Irma and there are no boundaries. I wanna be like the girls in the porno videos I watch, doing everything without the slightest shame." She reaches out, her hands on my hips and pulls me close. I lift one leg and put my foot on the couch by her hip so her mouth can reach my cunt. Her lips touch me and an electric thrill runs through my whole body. She drags her tongue from the bottom to the top of my cunt, then probes at my tiny bud. I dig my fingers into her scalp, pushing my hips forward in welcome. I feel her tongue press into my slit, pushing my puffy lips aside. I hear her breathing hard through her nose, then feel one hand reach round my hip, pressing between my bum cheeks, searching for my bum hole. No one's ever touched me there before and the idea thrills me. Her other hand slides up my thigh as her tongue goes back to my clit, and her thumb pushes into my wet cunt. "You're driving me crazy, Irma," I croak. "No one's ever licked me like this before. I love it! But I wanna lick you. I wanna get to know your cunt intimately. I want to make you cum!" "Oh, my sweet darling, I think I'm falling in love with you, just like I did with Jennifer." "Except that no one is ever gonna know about us. You won't go back to jail, I promise. Lie back and open your legs wider, yes, like that." I drop to my knees and press my mouth against her floppy lips, sucking them into my mouth and playing with them with my tongue, then pushing them out again. Her fingertips pull the lips apart and my tongue attacks the complex folds of her inner labia, a pink landscape waiting to be explored. The sharp taste of her cunt and the heady aroma of sex is driving me to ever higher levels of arousal, but now I want to work on her clit. I now that it's the centre of all pleasure and hers sticks out almost half an inch, so I put my lips round it and suck hard. She gasps, then groans as my tongue goes to work. I think about all those porno videos that I've watched, trying to copy the actions of those lovely, sexually aroused women on the screen, women who offered themselves to each other without any reservation, and to the camera, too. I think how wonderful it'd be to be doing this to with a camcorder set up to film us, later uploading it to the internet for the whole world to see, but I know it's impossible. Remembering how her fingers searched for my bum hole, I press one middle finger against hers and feel it relax. In it goes, all the way, and I roll my eyes up to look at her face, contorted in ecstasy. "Oh, Misty!" she gasps, "You're everything I've ever dreamed about! Put your fingers into my cunt, as many as you can." Because it's so wet, three slide in with no effort, then a fourth and I rotate my hand to loosen her up. I know what she wants. I've enjoyed watching lots of fisting videos, all so thrilling and "dirty". I fold my thumb into my palm. "Push! Push hard, don't worry, you won't hurt me. Oh, my God, this is exquisite!" My hand slides easily into her, up to my wrist and she grabs my forearm and pulls, driving my hand deeper. "Make a fist and pump it in and out. Fuck me, Misty, you sexy little slut, fuck my hungry cunt!" To hear her call me "slut", far from offending me, adds to the intensity of our love-making. "God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Between her gasps for air, her groans grow louder until with a long wail, she spasms, her thighs clamping, her knees lifting up and her toes curling. I slow down, my thrusts now gentle, shallower and shallower until she relaxes and I extract my hand with a nice slurping noise. I hold it up, glistening with moisture, and lick it clean. She gazes at me, her face and chest flushed. I sit beside her and she puts one arm round my shoulders, leans in and kisses me on the lips, not just a friendly peck, but a lover's kiss, open mouthed with dueling tongues and lots of saliva. We break apart. She looks at my nakedness again, her gaze running up and down my body, coming to rest on my cunt. I lean back against the arm of the couch, turning my body to give her a clear view of my treasure as I sprawl, legs apart, flaunting it for her. No one's ever looked at me in quite this way before. My encounters with girls at school were all furtive, brief gropes, our fear of discovery spoiling our excitement, but now I feel liberated and deliciously vulnerable. "Ready for more?" she asks. "Ready, willing and eager. What are you going to do to a helpless twelve year old prepubescent girl, Irma? What sex offense are you going to perpetrate against a little girl of tender years? What abomination, what assault, what lewd and lascivious act are you going to do to me to make me cum?" I'm ready for absolutely anything, however kinky it might be. "I have a a vibrator. I could push it up your cunt." "Mmmm!" "And a double ended dildo, more than a foot long. We could fuck each other." "Sounds nice! I think I could handle that. Tell me, have you ever watched videos of girls having golden showers?" Her face lights up. "You want to pee on me? Oh, you are a dirty little slut!" "You say the sweetest things." "I love you, Misty. Now, let's go into the bathroom." The end.