Little Girl, Tiny Treat on City bus (Secret Grandpa’s Special Candy) – Pt. 1

Cassy had been scared to ride the City but, but she’d found a friend. A secret grandpa who gave her candy. That was only her first secret.

Cassy lived on the edge of her school district. She was the first to get on the school bus each morning and her ride was the longest.
Martha, Cassy’s mother, had discovered if her 14 year old daughter rode the City Bus to school, the trip would be nearly 30 minutes shorter. Though Martha was concerned about letting her tiny blonde-haired daughter be surrounded by so many adult strangers, at least her baby could get more sleep in the morning and be home sooner in the afternoon.

Monday morning, Cassy stepped onto the City bus for the first time. Only partially filled, the 4’10” girl walked bashfully down the aisle. Near the back of the bus was an empty bench seat. Sliding across the wide space, her small shoulder pressed against the window frame.

“Honey, there’s no reason to be afraid,” a man in his early 60s said quietly. With a friendly grandfatherly smile, he asked, “Is this your first bus ride?”
Cassy shyly nodded, trying to smile at the kindly old man. “I’m going to school.”

“My names Newel,” he continued. “I have a granddaughter about your age, but not as pretty as you.”
Cassy’s crystal blue eyes brightened slightly.
“Will you be riding this bus to school every day?” the old man asked, already beginning his well-used manipulative technique.

“Um Hum,” Cassy nodded, her blonde pigtails swaying over her slender shoulders. “Mommy says it’s better than the school bus.” Still scared of her unfamiliar surroundings, the naïve little girl began to relax, having found a friendly man in the seat across the aisle.

“You’re mommy is right,” Newel agreed, glad the little one had such an ignorant mother. “But I bet she doesn’t let you have candy before school, does she.”
Cassy’s head shook, staring at the small sack sitting on Newel’s lap. “Is that… candy?” she cautiously asked.

“A whole sack full,” he replied. “Why don’t you sit by me and we can share a couple pieces.”
Cassy looked at the old man’s friendly face as his hand extended toward her. She knew she was supposed to be weary around strangers, but he was nice… not nasty, the way her mommy had described evil men.

“OK, but…” she began.
“You can have anyone you want,” Newel interrupted, bouncing the sack on his lap.

Hesitantly, Cassy slid across her seat. Moving to the opposite bench, her tiny ass cheeks sat near the edge.
“Here Sweetie,” Newel said, holding the open sack near her slender bare legs. “Take a piece.”

Cassy looked into the sack, filled with tasty treats.
“I ride this bus every morning,” Newel explained. “Maybe we can sit together and have something fun to eat each morning. Would you like that Sweetie?”

More relaxed, Cassy nodded eagerly. “I’ll tell mommy I have a friend on the bus,” she said.
“I have an idea,” Newel suggested, “How about we keep our friendship a secret. If your mommy finds out I give you candy, she might not like me.”
Cassy looked up at the old man’s compassionate eyes. Nodding in agreement, she giggled, “OK, you’ll be my… secret friend.”

Newel liked it when little girls kept secrets from their parents.
Today, he’d talk with Cassy about her home life, school and teased her about having many boyfriends. He constantly told her how pretty she was and how her little-girl cloths made her look positively adorable.

Tuesday morning, Cassy scanned the seats near the back of the bus. There was her friend, with a broad welcoming smile.
“Hi Mr. Newel,” she said excitedly, sitting next to him, her eyes looking at the small sack on his lap. “Can I…” she asked hopefully.

Newel watched her small hand dive inside, her fingertips wiggling against the bottom.
“It’s empty,” she exclaimed with disappointment.
Wrapping his right arm around her slender shoulders, he pulled her left side against his body. “I just haven’t filled it up.” Holding a few items in his left hand he dropped them into the bag, his fingers quickly clasping her forearm, keeping her hand inside.

“Mix up the candy, Sweetie. Swirl it around with your fingers.”
Cassy’s fingertips mixed the newly deposited items as her fingertips pressed against the bottom of the sack.
Newel’s hard cock, still inside his jeans, pressed up against the sack’s bottom. He was enjoying Cassy’s unknowing touch. “Keep mixing,” he instructed. “Push on the bottom of the sack, I think there’s a big bump down there.”

“I feel it,” she observed. “But I don’t think it’s inside the….”
“Ummmm,” Newel moaned softly, knowing Cassy’s fingers would soon be holding his cock.
A few moments later, the little girl pulled a piece of candy from the sack. Though she didn’t know it, she’d taken her first step toward being molested.

Wednesday morning, she sat close to her new friend. Nearly completely hidden behind the seat in front, her eyes looked up at his face as they talked.
Newel had been fidgeting on the seat since she’d sat beside him.

“Mr. Newel, are you in pain?” she asked with innocent concern. “You’re moving, like….”
Smiling down into Cassy’s sweet eyes, he nodded. “I… it’s just… uncomfortable. I need to straighten it, but I can’t because you’re here, sweetie.” The old man’s fingertip tapped against the long bulge extending down the leg of his pants.

“Oh!” Cassy exclaimed, staring at the strange bump. “Why… can’t you do it? Do I need to go away?”
“No Sweetie,” he quickly replied. “I’m just shy. You’re so beautiful and I’m… just a silly old man. But it still… hurts.”

Cassy’s eyes opened wide as she watched the bulge move under his jeans. “You’re not silly… or old,” she bashfully corrected him.
Newel hugged the unsuspecting little girl with perverse delight. Proud of himself for having brought her along so quickly, he knew today was the day to show her his cock!

“You’re such a Cutie!” he chuckled. “Maybe… if you don’t mind… I mean if it’s OK, I can straighten it with your help.” With a grooming grandfatherly tone he continued, “But honey, I understand if you don’t want to help.”

Wiggling on the seat with eager excitement, Cassy asked, “I can help? I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll have to open my pants,” he slowly explained. “But we can’t let anyone see us. I’d be so embarrassed if they saw me. They don’t like me… like you do.”
Cassy nodded, believing his manipulative lying explanation.

“Then I’ll need your help,” he said softly.
“I’m just a little girl, what can I do?” she asked, her unsuspecting cute face staring up at him.

“Ummmmm,” he groaned, stifling his lustful desire as a warm droplet of precum spilled onto his leg. “Just wrap your fingers around the long bump and pull it from my pants. Then, when I close my pants, it’ll be straight.”

“That’s all?” Cassy asked. “That’s not embarrassing.” Her naïve willingness to… help him, had made the previous two day’s preparation worthwhile.
“It’s only embarrassing,” he explained, “if someone sees us. So we have to be quiet, careful and keep it a secret.”

With a broad immature grin, she nodded, “I’m ready.” Her tiny fingers flexing with youthful impatience.

Newel unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Slipping the waist down until only the head of his 7” cock was still confined, he looked at Cassy.
Her young eyes were wide with astonishment, staring at the thick shaft still penned against his leg. Hesitantly, her small hand approached the warm meat. Her tiny fingers touched its thick girth, sliding around the side as her thumb pressed against the other.

Tightening her gullible grip, she gently tugged the throbbing pole free from Newel’s jeans. The head glistened with precum as her young hand held the unknown part of the man’s body.
“Is this… OK?” she asked, still holding his aching cock.

“Yessssss, Cassy,” he moaned. “That helped get it ready.”
Cassy’s head tilted back, her left cheek resting against his right bicep. “Get it ready?” she asked, not understanding his words.

Newel’s thick cock, still held by her tiny fingers, jerked with excitement. The first touch of a little girl’s hand on his molesting pole always caused him to cum nearly instantaneous. “Yes, Sweetie,” he began to lie to her again. “Now that it’s not confined, you can have its candy. It’s your reward for helping me.”

“Candy?” she asked, completely confused by his strange explanation.
“Of course, Honey. I give you candy each morning… while we ride the bus.” His right arm wrapped around her slim body, his hand caressing her small head. “But I guess, if you don’t want the… extra special candy, you don’t have to taste it. I can give it someone else.”

Cassy felt the warm flesh of Newel’s… long bump in her tiny fingers. “The candy is extra special?” she asked, a droplet of clear liquid spilled over her thumb.
“Very extra special,” the pervert moaned. “Put the top in your mouth Cassy. Then move your hand up and down, like you were pulling candy from the paper sack.”

Newel’s right hand gently guided the young girl’s tiny mouth to the head of his cock. “Open your lips, Precious.” Helping the sweet blonde’s face lower the final inch, her warm lips wrapped around the thick head.

“Yessssss Cassy… Just like that!” he groaned. Watching her slender body lean across the bus seat as her mouth held his shaft’s oozing tip, he proudly smiled. He’d manipulated another little girl for his deviant desires. The fact that she didn’t understand what she was doing or what was about to happen, made it even more enjoyable.
Newel had found another sweet girl whose innocence he was about to take. Soon his cum would fill her mouth and her tiny tummy.

Holding her head securely in place with his right hand, he gently wrapped his left around her tiny fingers. “Move your hand like this, honey,” he instructed, showing her how to slide her fingers over his throbbing shaft.

“Um Hum,” she grunted, nodding that she understood.
Newel’s left hand released hers. To his surprise and delight her tiny fingers continued sliding over his cock. The sweet little girl was jerking his cock… into her mouth.

Newel’s left hand gently pressed against Cassy’s right cheek, holding her head captive for his imminent orgasm. He had only a few second to enjoy her warm lips, soft wiggling tongue and innocence.

“Cassy,” he softly moaned, “the candy… almost ready… swallow it, precious.”
The little girl nodded again, the smooth skin of her young hand slipping over his molesting shaft.

“Noooooooow,” he quietly groaned, his cock pulsating with depraved delight. Thick cum gushed between Cassy’s virgin lips, flooding her cheeks and coating her tiny tongue. “Drink… the candy,” Newel whispered, feeling warm liquid spilling onto his balls.

Newel’s right hand slid down the little girl’s head, his fingers gently touching the front of her neck. His hope confirmed, as he felt her throat moving. His young victim was drinking his cum.
Some had spilled onto his balls simply because he’d shot too much, too quickly for her untrained mouth to manage.

That wouldn’t be a problem soon. He planned to practice with her every morning on her way to school. Tenderly pulling her left cheek against his pubic hair, Newel held her small face between his stomach and left hand. His cock slowly softened between her sucking lips.

A minute later, he lifted Cassy’s slender shoulder from his right hip. Looking into her twinkling blue eyes, he saw his thick white goo had covered her chin and left cheek. He’d never seen a more adorable little girl.

Wiping her chin with his finger, he pushed the large glob of cum between her lips. “Do you like… grandpa Newel’s candy?”
Cassy giggled, she’d never heard him call himself, ‘grandpa.’ “I never tasted that before… grandpa.”

Newel cleaned her small face. “Maybe tomorrow, you’ll want more?”
With a cute little-girl grin she nodded eagerly. “OK… grandpa.”

Thirty minutes later, Cassy slid her backpack under her school desk. Surrounded by her friends she thought about her, secret grandpa Newel and his candy.

“Cassy, I need you to stay inside during recess.”
Cassy looked at the man at the front of the school room. “OK, Mr. Alex” she replied, hoping she wasn’t in trouble.

Alex was her teacher. Just out of College, this was his first year teaching. He’d decided to become a teacher because he… liked little girls. His car had a flat tire this morning so he had to ride the bus to work.
He’d never anticipated seeing such a delightful display on a city bus. However, as he’d approached the back of the bus, he’d noticed an old man, holding a little girl’s head in his lap.

To his surprise, Alex knew who that little girl was. Now, he’d talk to her during recess.
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