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Smelly Kelly’s Playdate

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This is told from a victim’s PoV, but she’s young, and ignorant. Unfortunately, she’s not Innocent…

Ever since school was over, I missed my friend, Jill. So, I begged mommy to drop me off over at her house when she was out running errands.

Her mommy said “Good, she could use a friend right now,” and took me back to her room. “She’s been down in the dumps lately, you two have fun.”

Jill just turned over on her bed, and wouldn’t look at me, so I grabbed her dolls, and started playing with them. Laughing loudly, so she’d hear how much fun we’re having, and snap her out of it, until finally, she let out a breath, and rolled over.

“What’s wrong, don’t you miss me, from school?” I nodded, “Well, I’m here now, so we can play!”

She sighed again, and got up, but when she sat down on the floor. That’s when I noticed how she was hugging herself. On the bed too, “What’s wrong, are you cold?”

She closed her eyes, and shook her head, but she held herself tighter, and her knees together, when she usually sat cross legged. She always wore underwear, but this time she had on long pants, and a long sleeve shirt.

She finally opened her mouth, but she barely mumbled, “I’m not supposed to say.”

“Oh,” I picked up Malibu Stacy, and held her up. “Somebody touched you here?” I pointed, and her eyes got real big, like she was scared. “It’s okay,” I leaned over. “Me too. Was it a boy or a girl?”

She just turned around, and shook her head. “I bet he was a boy, huh? Because he was mean, and did he get rough with you?” I dropped the doll, and scooted over, to put my arm around her, and feel her arm with my hand. So she would relax. “Boys don’t know how to touch you, so it feels good.”

“Huh,” she finally looked at me. “You’re molested, by another girl?”

I nodded, “Was he a stranger?’ I guessed.

She shook her head. “I know, I shouldn’t keep secrets, but. Huh!” She shrugged.

“I bet you’ll feel better if you talk about it.” I kept rubbing on her arm, when I really wanted to get started on her legs, but she wasn’t relaxed yet. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

“No, it’s okay.” She sobbed, and hugged me back, all of a sudden. “Ngh!”

“There, there. You don’t have to say who he was,” I patted her back, “But what did he do, that was so bad?”



“My daddy’s friend, Patrick, but they call him Hatrick, because he used to play Hockey.”

“Oh, okay.”

She sniffed, and took a deep breath. “He said I could call him Hatty, and he. He got the hose out, and made water balloons, and we had a water fight, in his back yard. Just the 2 of us, and then, he took me inside, and took my clothes off, and undid his pants, and…”

She just broke down, so I hugged her, and let her cry it out. “He hurt you, inside?” I let go, to feel down between us. “Here?”

She shook her head, but unsquoze her legs. “He never touched me, not since he got me naked, he just looked at me, and showed me what happens, when he.” She let my hand go, to pretend playing with herself, but like he did, with a penis. Right in front of her.

“But he did touch you.”

“Huh!” She nodded. “All the time, he picks me up, and carries me around. Gives me piggyback rides, and lets me climb the tree in his back yard, but.”

“He touched you, when he helped you up.”

She swallowed, and nodded. “What am I going to do?”

“Well, if you want him to stop, you can call the police.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to talk to anybody else about it, but you. You’re okay, because you understand, but. Are you, a lesbian?”

I nodded, “I guess, I have a girlfriend.” I won’t tell you her name, because she’s older, and she could get in trouble. “But she won’t mind, if you think it would make you feel better, maybe I could, you know.”

I looked down, but just so we could hug on the floor like that, she couldn’t really hold her legs together, but she still had her winter pants on. “Maybe kiss it, and make it feel better?” I licked my lips.

“Huh!” She blushed, “You don’t have, a wiener.”

“Sorry, no.” I picked my skirt up, but I was wearing underwear, that day. Because I knew I was going out to see Jill, but I had no idea that I was going to get to play naughty sex games with her.

“Oh, no. It’s okay, but.” She shook her head, looking up from under my skirt. “Dontcha think they’re weird looking?”

“Penises?’ She looked scared, “You think they’re scary looking?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it,” but her chin wrinkled up again, like she was going to start crying again.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I reminded her.

“I just didn’t know what was going on, and why he was doing this, and.” She nodded, and sniffed. “Yeah, it was scary.”

“Well, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

“Uhm,” she bit her lip, and looked down at my lap again. “How do you work it?”

“My cunt?” She laughed, so I laughed too. That’s what cunny is short for, of course. “Well, let me show you.” I got up, and helped her up. “First, let me get these off.” I shimmied out of my panties, and undid the side of my skirt. She went around me, to lock up the door, but I kept on my top, because it’s not like I had boobs or anything.

“Um, is it okay if I keep my clothes on?”

“Sure,” I figured since that mean old Mr. Hat tricked her into getting naked, to whack off in front of her, that made her scared to get naked too, but I could just imagine it, only better. Instead of Jill getting scared, and crying, she got turned on, and started touching herself, like this. If I closed my eyes, i could even imagine him there. Standing over me, with his big hairy dong out in his hand, and pulling it hard. faster, and faster, until he grunted, and shot his white sticky mess all over her face.

“Uh! Huh, huh.” I took a deep breath. “HhuhHhuh! Huh!. Like that.” I shook my head, “Whew! That was easy!” I wasn’t used to finishing so quick, but it was so exciting, expecialy imagining him, and being so pretty like Jill that a man would go to all that trouble just to see me naked, but I wasn’t jealous at all. Since he was a bad man, he scared her, hurt her feelings, and made her cry, alone in her room.

She finally unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them off. “You really want to kiss it, and make it feel better?”

I sniffed, “You’re really sweaty.” I didn’t want to say smelly, especially since the boys started calling me Smelly Kelly, and saying close your legs, your breath stinks. I hate that, but it was true. She was dressed for winter, all day, and I held my nose, but.

She needed me, to make her feel better, so I did it anyway.



I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, but child molesters lie. Victims of incest are groomed, to believe things like, it’s okay, I’m your sister. That it’s not wrong when it’s another girl, or another child. Any number of excuses, when the truth is that it’s wrong. It’s always wrong, and there’s nothing that can be done to make it right. Let alone, using another victim’s trauma to take advantage of her.

Don’t try this at home, or anywhere, kids.

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    You should make another part, i really enjoyed reading this one

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