Welcome To Wal-Mart (Mg+,extreme pedo,nepi,ws)

by Donnie

"Welcome to Wal-Mart", the old man at the door greeted me.

I smiled and said thanks. Then grabbed a cart and proceeded with my
shopping. I think unlike woman, men tend to get in and get out. At least
that is how I like to shop, get what I need then leave. Today I had a
little more time than usual to kill so I just meandered up and down the
aisles trying to find some nice eye candy to be able to tell everyone back
on MrD's when I got home. I wasn't having much luck today though. Then I
started to get what I actually needed. I pushed my empty cart down towards
the pet department to get some dog food. Then I wheeled over towards the
furniture to pick up one of those assemble yourself bookshelves. That is
when I saw them. I think it was one of Murphy's Laws: You usually find
what you are looking for when you are not looking for it.

Well I hit the jackpot. There was a cart stranded in the middle of the
aisle with three of the most gorgeous little girls I have seen together.
They were about three, four and five years old. The three year old was
sitting in the child seat of the cart. She had dirty blond hair in
pigtails and was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of pink shorts. I
could almost see her panties up the leg holes of her shorts but her legs
were so pudgy it was hard to see. The four year old was standing up next
to her in the buggy part. I think she was the cutest of the bunch. She
had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. She had a cute round face. She
was wearing a summer dress and little white sandals. She was doll! Then
in the front of the cart, sitting down, was the five year old. She had on
a one piece short and shirt set that buttoned in the front. It was
multi-colored. She had long blond hair that came halfway down her back. I
couldn't see her eyes cause she was looking down at the toys! on the
bottom shelf.

I stopped in my tracks and tried to figure out where their mom or dad
was. I stopped to look at a cooler bag and was staring at the four year
old who was staring back at me. I couldn't see where their parent was so I
had to be cool not to make too long of eye contact with her. It was hard
though, she locked eyes with me and it was hard to tear my gaze away from
her. Then a man about my age came out from one of the side aisle and
approached the cart. I assumed he was their dad. I quickly moved my
attention to the shelf in front of me and off of that of his little girl.
The last think I wanted was to get kicked out of Wal-Mart for stalking
someone's daughter.

I was keeping a watch of the little four year old out of the corner of
my eye as her dad pushed the cart by me excusing himself as he did. As
soon as they went by I looked around and the four year old was leaning over
the cart smiling at me. Her dad never paid notice to her and kept pushing
the cart along the main aisle. I had to shake my head. I mean here I was
now staring at a girl of preschool age with lust in my eyes.

I turned the cart around and headed over to the furniture department. I
was looking over their displays of bookshelves when I heard voices, little
voices, GIRLS little voices. My heart leapt as I saw the cart slowly come
around the end of the aisle. One, two, three little girls. The four year
old smiled and her face almost lit up as she spotted me again. Maybe she
thought I was playing peek-a-boo with her in the store. I smiled back and
then turned my gaze to the shelves in front of me before her father caught
me looking.

They just strolled on by and I gave my head a shake again and continued
with picking out a bookshelf. I found one that I knew my wife would
probably like and then placed the box in the cart. Then I made my way over
to the electronics department. Now it was time to shop for me. Not that
seeing those lil girls wasn't fun, but I had a few games I wanted to get. I
made my way over there and steered down the narrow aisle to the games. I
looked over the shelves and spotted it. "Sims: House Party". An online
friend of mine said he had a patch that took away the nude blur. He even
had one that you could make everyone put on a bathing suit that made the
character naked. Then you could throw a party with your friends and they
would all show up and swim in your huge pool naked. And yes, even the
little girls would be naked too.

I was very much looking forward to having such a game. It was about the
closest thing to child porn that I could legally have on my computer. I
was reading the back of the game when I heard the familiar sound of little
girls again. I thought I had to be imagining it now and that it was just
thinking about the game that was doing it to me. But I was wrong, once
again here come those three beautiful girls. The four year old giggled
this time when she saw me. Then their dad turned the corner and was
heading for me. I thought I hope the hell she didn't tell him that I was
staring at her and he was coming to kick my ass or something. He just
parked his cart behind me and was looking over the games beside me.

"That's a great game," he commented nodding to the game in my hand.

"Yeah my friend said it is pretty cool," was all I replied.

"Well have fun with it," He replied as he got behind his cart full of
girls and rolled away.

Now I was beginning to think that this guy wasn't here shopping and that
he was just strolling around with his girls in the cart to show off, as if
to say look at me I have three gorgeous little girls. I was starting to
feel very jealous. I paid for my games at the electronics counter and then
made my way to the cafeteria. I was starting to get hungry and I thought
if I couldn't satisfy my sexual hunger at least I could satisfy my stomach.
I got a couple hot dogs and a drink and sat a table for two near the wall.

I started eating and took a drink and then as I set my cup down I looked
up. I chuckled silently to myself at what I saw. Here they come, three
little girls and their daddy. They went up and he ordered hotdogs for all
of them then they sat and ate them. I was totally blown away when the
three year old was told to stop playing with her food and eat it. I looked
up to see what she was doing with it.

She had the bun in one hand and the hotdog in her other hand with half
of it in her mouth. She pulls it out of her mouth long enough to say, "I
am eating it daddy." Then she puts it back in her mouth. She doesn't bite
a piece off mind you, oh no, but she was eating though. She was eating it
like a Popsicle! She was sucking on it as it to savor the flavor of it.

"That isn't how we eat hotdogs, Samantha," her daddy informed her.

The three year old looked up at her daddy with her brow furled as
replied, "Yes it is daddy, this is how you say to eat it last night." She
whispered.

He had no answer. He could only turn a lil flush with embarrassment

from his daughter's response. He looked around to see if anyone had heard
her and only saw me smiling back at him and shaking my head. He smiled and
shook his head and just blew it off what she had said as an innocent
gesture. When they were done eating they got up and left. I was finished
soon after and went and threw away my trash and decided I was done shopping
for the day but had one last thing to do. I need to go to the bathroom. I
wheeled my cart over to the bathrooms and then went inside. I went into
one of the stalls, closed and locked the door and sat down. I let out a
sigh of amazement at the day I was having. My cock was semi-erect from the
girls most likely. I played with it casually as I sat there doing my
business.

I started thinking about the three little girls. My cock started to get
hard then the door burst open. I sat forward to cover my erection and
waited until the man that entered did his business and left so I could
continue with my own business at hand, or in hand I should say.

"Hurry up you two, get in here and pick a stall and use it." I heard a
man say.

No fuckin way, I thought. He DIDN'T just bring his three deliciously

young daughters into the bathroom where I am sitting here stroking my dick.

"Yes daddy," came I unison of replies from his two oldest daughters.

"Okay, Samantha let's get you changed," he said as he pulled down the
change table and places his daughter on it.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked out the crack between
the door and the stall and was very surprised that the door across from me
was open but there was a little girl sitting on the toilet, her panties
down around her ankles and her legs wrapped slightly around the bowl. I
tried to peek over further so I could see her but was unable to. I decided
I would finish my business and hopefully catch a nice shot of her lil slit
urinating as I opened my stall and left.

I finished and flushed then went to open the door of my stall, preparing
myself to look in the exact direction where her little cunny would be. I
would only have a fraction of a second to snap an image in my mind that
would have to last until I got home and was able to jerk off to it. I took
in a breath silently and quietly unlocked the door. I slowly opened it and
got ready to face the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I opened the
door and locked eyes with the tiniest little pussy I have ever seen. Her
lips were puffy. That was all my brain took in before it froze.

"Daddy," came a voice that broke me out of my coma-like stare.

I blinked and then noticed I was still looking right at the 4 year old's
slit. She was looking right at me. Oh shit, she saw me staring at her
privates and she was going to tell her dad. I was fucked.

"What is it sweetie," came the slightly annoyed voice of her father who
was trying to get a clean diaper on his youngest daughter.

I gave the four year old a look of a desperate man not wanting to be
killed in the bathroom at Wal-Mart, a place where thousands of happy people
came to shop and browse everyday. In my last attempt at mercy I brought a
finger to my lip to shush the girl but it was to no avail. I cringed as I
heard her call her daddy again. I knew I had to prepare for imminent
death.

"Daddy," she said a little louder this time, "there's no toilet paper in
here."

I opened my eyes in utter relief. She wasn't going to rat me out to her
dad that I was looking at her pussy at all. She just needed something to
wipe her slit with. I was so relieved to hear that. I started to make my
get away before she added anything about me staring at her pee pee. But
was stopped in my tracks when her father called to me. Oh fuck! Did he
see me staring at her little hairless muff? I cringed again and slowly
turned around.

"Yeah?" I said more nervously than I have ever spoke.

"Man, do me a favor," he spoke over his shoulder. He hadn't seen me at

all. He was too busy changing his youngest daughter. I was once again
free from the execution I thought I faced.

"Sure," I said more calmly, "whatcha need?"

"Grab some toilet paper and hand it to my kid in there," he nodded

towards the stall behind him.

"Ah," I said slowly, "Sure."

I turned around and pulled off a wad of toilet paper off the roll. Then
I slowly turned around again and saw my target. It became like Mission
Impossible and I was Ethan Hunt. My mission, if I should choose to take it
was to deliver this wad of T.P. to a young girl in distress. It seems
simple but if I fail IMP (International Members of Pedophilia) will
denounce all knowledge of me.

Another deep breath and I proceeded into the unknown. I walked slowly
toward her with the toilet paper in hand. I was holding it like it was a
bomb, or something very precious. Actually it was something very precious.
It was something that would be rubbing up against a little girls naked
little cunny in a matter of seconds. She was smiling at me and giggled at
my slow approach. I walked into her stall and handed it to her slowly
without a word.

"Thank you, sir," she said taking the toilet paper from me and
scrunching it up into something that would fit in her hand easier. Then
she pushed her hand between her legs and gave her slit one long wipe from
front to back.

I just smiled at her then looked at her slit again admiring it close up.
It was times like this when I wish I were two feet tall. Her dads voice
interrupted my daydream.

"Did you dry yourself well, Jessica", he said to his daughter over his
shoulder.

Before answering, she put her finger into her slit and wiped it then she
looked at it and turned it around to me, "Am I dry enough, sir?"
 I almost cried, I mean was I still sitting on the throne in the stall
behind me dreaming all of this or was this four year old girl sitting there
straddling a toilet bowl with her little cunny in plain view showing me a
finger that she just inserted into it to ask me if it was dry.

"Ah, yes it looks dry, sweetie," I answered as relaxed as I could.

Then she put her finger back in her slit and gave it another wipe. Then
showing me the pad of her index finger she asked me again, "are you sure?
Maybe you should touch it to see if it's dry."

I couldn't believe what she was asking me, she wanted me to touch her
slit to see if it is dry. Did I hear right? "You want me to touch your
pee pee to see if it is dry?"

"No, silly touch my finger to see if it's dry," she corrected.

I felt so embarrassed and a little scared that her dad might have over
heard her. He didn't so I reached my finger out and touched the tip of
hers. "Yep, it's dry, sweetie."

She smiled and then stood up from the bowl bending down and pulling her
panties up covering her tiny slit. "Yep, I'm all dry he said daddy."

He? When did I become the official of Dry Cunny Inspection? I was
waiting for him to come in and pop me one but he just laughed and told his
little girl to come on out. Then he called to his oldest daughter.

"Are you done in there, Rebecca?" he questioned his oldest daughter as

he was just getting ready to put a new diaper on his three year old.

"Yes daddy, I'm almost done." She replied.

I was standing there ready to leave when her dad asked if she had toilet
paper. She said she did so I thought I was out of the game. I was wrong.

"Man, I am sorry to trouble you so much but could you grab the baby
jelly out of the bag there and hand it to me?" he requested.

I was puzzled, couldn't his four year old do that? I didn't answer him.
I just walked over and grabbed the little jar of Vaseline out of baby's bag
and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said as he stood there in front of his toddler who was

spread eagle on the change table.

I looked down at her pussy. It was even more puffy than the four year
old's. He scooped a large gob of jelly onto his finger and rubbed it all
over his daughter's lips and in her slit. I just stared in amazement at
her puffy little pussy. I thought how lucky this man was to have this
delightful little girl spreading her legs for him as he massaged the
Vaseline in her slit.

"So you got any kids?" he asked.

"Not yet, but we are expecting," I answered.

"Well you'll be doing this before long then." He chuckled.

 "Yeah, no doubt," I responded, "lucky me!" I hoped that sounded
sarcastic but I wasn't sure.

He chuckled again so I guessed it came our right. He didn't seem to

mind me watching him finish changing his daughter. I was glad. I truly
enjoyed staring at her little pussy. He wiped his finger off then he
finished putting on her diaper. He dressed her and helped her down off the
table. Just then the oldest daughter came out of the stall. She had a
curious look on her face, a look that I have only seen on my wife. I
thought to myself, was this girl actually masturbating in there? I shook
my head and disagreed with my own perverted mind. Nah, she was just taking
her time doing her business.

The two girls went over and washed their hands at the little kids sink.
I was kind of disappointed. I wanted to help them wash their hands at the
big people sink and maybe get a hand on their little pussies. I went over
and washed my hands at the sink beside them. They were definitely two
adorable little girls. The dad came over and started washing his hands
beside me.

"Thanks for your help, I really appreciated it," he said with sincere
gratitude, "it is really hard raising these three girls by myself."

I didn't want to ask him where their mother was. I thought it to be

rude. I just replied, "I can't imagine."

Then he continued, "Yeah she took off with some co-worker and a week
later I was served the divorce papers. She told me to keep the kids cause
they reminded her too much of me."

I couldn't think what a woman wouldn't like in this guy. I mean he was
good looking, seemed to be really good with kids. What did she see wrong
in him I wondered. I shook my hands off then grabbed some paper towel and
dried them off. He extended his hand and thanked me again for my help. I
shook his hand and then told him anytime. I was thinking I was never going
to see his lil girls again and thought of some way to keep in touch with
him.

"I suppose you don't get out much having three little girls to take care
of all the time," It was all I could come up with at the time.

"Actually I try to get out as much as I can," he replied, "I've got a

babysitter who is really good with the kids. They all love her and she is
pretty cheap."

"Wow she sounds like a great find." I commented, "I can imagine good
babysitters like that are pretty hard to find these days."

He leaned in close and whispered, "Yeah, especially ones who like to

show you her little titties."

My eyes went wide as a smile drew across my face, "Oh really? She likes
to flash you?"

"Flash me? Ha! The first time she got in my car after babysitting my
kids she asks me, "What do you think of these?" I almost drove off the
fucking road when I looked over and she had her top up and her titties were
sticking straight out. They were the perfect set of firm little titties I
have ever seen since high school."
 "Wow, she sounds like a lil hottie." I said as I looked over to see his
girls playing in the water paying no attention to their dad and I.

"Yeah, I think she is hinting that she wants to go to the next level
though," he said stroking his goatee, "I mean she sometimes will sit in the
car and in the darkness I see her hand go down there, you know, and I could
swear I hear her moan, like she is masturbating or something. Then when I
get to her house, she leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Between you
and me buddy, I would love to fuck the hell out of her, but I would be
afraid to lose my kids over a piece of pussy."

"Yeah I can understand that," I agreed then asked, "How old is she
anyway?"

He smiled and said quietly, barely making a sound from but I could see
the way his lips moved, "Thirteen."

"Wow," I was amazed. Not only did this guy have three lovely little
girls, he also had a barely teenaged babysitter that was flashing her tits
at him and showing signs of being really sexually promiscuous. What a
lucky bastard I thought. Now I wanted to meet his babysitter too. So I
asked, "Well looks like you got things together then. You wanna go see a
game some night then?"

"Well I am not much into sports but I like to go for a drink now and
then." He stated.

"Sounds good then." I said hoping we could at least go for a beer, "You
do the club scene or just regular bars?"

"Oh I love the clubs, lots of hot chicks there all the time." He
replied, "and once in a while I like to head to the strip bars and check
out the latest European girls with the small titties and the shaved cunts."

This guy definitely shared my tastes in young girls. I just wondered if

he shared my tastes in REALY young girls, in particular his three little
daughters.

"Okay girls that's enough," he said to his little ones who were still
playing in the water. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a business
card. "Tony's Plumbing" it read.

"Great, I will give ya a call sometime then Tony," I said as I pulled

out my wallet and handed him my business card.

"Okay Donnie, I look forward to hearing from ya then." He said sticking

the card into his shirt pocket.

He exited the bathroom with his three little angels in tow. I looked in
the mirror and grinned a huge shit-ass grin then left and got my cart, paid
for my stuff and left the store with a senior smiling at me and saying,
"Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart"

THE END

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