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 Bud's Grocery {Mg+f+F+, 1st, Petting, Oral, Anal,}

   Bud McClanihan had been in this location for over forty years.  His
father had left the store to Bud in his will before he passed.  Bud and his
wife had operated this neighborhood grocery ever since.  Bud's beloved
passed just three years ago.  From that time he has run the store by
himself since they did not have children.

   Bud's Grocery as it has become, is situated on the North-West corner. 
It has a brick façade that extends the full 60 feet of his lot, and is 20
feet deep.  It is connected to a frame style 2 story house, and the store
has replace the front porch and most all the front yard.  It had a corner
entrance with glass windows on either side.  Running on the East side of
the building there was about 8 to 10 feet of window, and double that on the
South side.  A cloth roll-away awning hung over each window.  A painted
sign was attached to the corner of the building that read, "Bud's Grocery".

   When you walked in the front door, it would hit a bell that you could
hear from the back storeroom, and if it was real quiet, you could even hear
it from the house.  As you entered, there was a homey aroma, filled with
spice and the faint odor of fresh butchered meat.  On the East side of the
store, there was a fruit and vegetable cooler, and if you walked real slow,
you could smell the fresh greens and onions along with the oranges as you
walked down the aisle.

   The building had real character.  The floors were wooden, and every once
in a while they would squeak a little as you walked.  There were a couple
of neon beer signs in the back that doubled as a night light when the store
was closed.  Above the false suspended ceiling was a sculpted tin ceiling
that had been painted so many times the detail was lost in the coats of
paint.  A single cash register and counter was just steps away from the
door in the South wall by the windows.  The feeling you get when you
shopped at Bud's was not that of the sterile Supermarket just seven blocks
away.  Bud looked at his watch and checked it against the dairy clock on
the wall.  2:55.  He knew what that meant.  In another 20 minutes his store
would have 10 to 15 kids all buying candy and sodas on the way home. 
School had started only a month ago, and the schedule had been cast.  The
elementary just 2 blocks to the south would let out at 3:00 and the kids
that lived on the North side of it would flock to Bud's for their daily
treats.  The elders of the neighborhood have learned that shopping at Bud's
while the kids are in route home was a mistake.

   Bud picked up a case of snack cakes and headed to the front of the
store. 3:00.  "Just need to get these on the shelves before the kids walk
in the door," he thought.  Bud finished stocking the rack just before the
first kid walked in.  For the next 10 minutes or so a dozen elementary kids
would walk through the door, make their purchases and leave for home.

   During that time, Bud looked out the window and noticed a slight change
in the color of the leaves, still green, but a tad less than normal summer
hues.  "That will be $1.45 for the soda and chips," he said to the young
lad at the counter.  After putting the cash in the register, and the boy
leaving, But look out the window again to see three girls shoving and
punching another girl.

   Bud ran around the counter and opened the door, he yelled, "STOP you
kids!" Just as a punch landed squarely on the young girls nose.  The three
girls scattered leaving the single girl left to tears and a bloody nose. 
Bud walked across the street to console the girl.  "Are you alright?" he
asked.  Still sobbing, the girl was unable to answer.  Blood continued to
flow from her nose.  "Here, let's walk over to my store and get you cleaned
up", he said.  They walked across the street and into the store.

   After entering the store, Bud asked, "Are your parents' home?" "No"
replied the still sobbing girl.  "When do they come home?" Bud asked.  "Mom
gets off work at 6:00, she gets home about 6:30" she said.  Bud frowned. 
"My brother works as a dish washer at Barney's Restaurant, but he won't be
home until after 10:00" she continued.

   Bud walked around the counter and got a clean towel.  He walked down the
health care aisle and picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.  He opened
the bottle and looked at the girl.  She appeared to be in fifth or sixth
grade, blonde hair parted in the middle, and blue eyes.  She had cute
dimples and a few freckles on her cheeks.  She was wearing a yellow cotton
dress; it had a print pattern with white daisies with dark brown centers in
the flowers.  The fabric was a little thin from repeated washing, and if
you looked real hard at her chest, you could see the a tad darker shade of
skin where her nipples should be.  Very cute dress other than the fact of
the crimson splotches left from her bloody nose.

   As he surveyed the girl, he asked, "What is your name?" "Abigail...
Abigail Powers, my friends call me Abby." she replied.  Bud opened the
bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured a little on the towel.  He began to
wipe the blood away from her face.  As the moist blood touched the towel
with the hydrogen peroxide, it foamed and bubbled.  "What were those girls
ganging up on you for?" Bud asked.  "They said that I was `looking' at
Tracy Morgan's boyfriend, but I wasn't..." Abby replied.

   "All done, are you ready to go home?" Bud asked.  "Can I stay here a bit
longer, just to make sure Tracy and her friends are gone?" Abby asked. 
"Sure" Bud replied.  With a sense of relief, Abby lowered her head... then
she saw the blood on her dress, and tears came to her eyes.  "What is wrong
Abigail?" he asked.  "This is my church dress... and it is ruined.  My Mom
is going to be real mad." she replied.  "We can fix that." Bud said.

   "Really?" Abby asked.

   "Sure"

   Bud poured some more hydrogen peroxide onto the towel and started to
blot the front of Abby's dress.  It was working, but there was so much
blood it smeared as and did not remove as much as he thought it would.  The
yellow fabric now had a hue of burnt orange, and the dampened material was
more transparent now and clung to the skin revealing hardened nipples atop
soft mounds.  The more he blotted and rubbed the harder Abby's nipples got.


   Bud realized that anyone could walk in, and misconstrue the situation.
"Let's walk to the back of the store." Bud said.  As they walked back, Bud
noticed the pink and white tennis shoes, white ankle socks, and just above
the collar was a necklace.  As they walked further back into the store,
Abby felt less afraid of the girls returning for her.  When Bud and Abby
got to the back of the store, Bud poured some peroxide directly onto the
dress which made it bubble with a white froth.  Bud toweled the excess from
the front of the dress.

   "Well Abigail, I think we should wash the dress... what do you think?"
Bud asked.  After a moment or two, she had to admit that would be the best
option.  She surely did not want to go home with a blood stained dress. 
"Abigail, can you hand me your dress, I will take it to the washer." Bud
said.  "But..." she started to say.  "Abigail, no one can see you back
here, it will be all right." Bud continued.  Abigail looked out at the
store, and she knew he was right.  Reaching down she lifted the dress over
her head and handed it to him.  Bud watched as the preteen's breasts were
fully exposed.  The necklace she was wearing had a single key that hung at
breast level.  "Nice set of nibblers you got there Abigail!" Bud said as he
took the dress from her and walked out of there store to the house.  Abby
covered her tits with her hands, and she considered his words.

   A couple of minutes later, Bud returned and asked if Abigail would like
something to drink.  She asked for a coke.  He walked to the cooler, got
out a bottle and opened it on the way back.  He studied Abigail's form on
the way back.  Only wearing that necklace, her panties, socks and shoes,
she figure was girlish, but those legs were longer than the proportions
would indicate for her age.  Although her hands covered her breasts, by the
curvature of her hands over the tits indicated that Abigail was more
developed than most her age.  He sat the bottle on the shelf next to her
when someone entered the front door.

   Bud walked to the front of the store.  Abigail took the bottle from the
shelf and walked in the direction that Bud had taken the dress just minutes
before.  As she walked out of sight from the store, she looked around what
she thought was his Bud's living room.  She took a drink of the coke as she
looked around the room.  Photos were hung on the wall, nick knacks were on
the shelves, and several candles were on the coffee table.

   On the South wall is an entertainment center with a television, radio,
tape player, CD player, and a turntable.  On either side, are a set of
speakers.  On the top shelf, Abigail could see a brass statue of a nude
woman that she would eventually find out was Art Deco Style.  Abigail heard
the front door hit the bell, a minute or two later, Bud walks into the
living room.

   Abigail pondered what Bud had said... "Nice set of nibblers you got
there Abigail!" What did he mean by that?  She did not cover herself, and
walked over to Bud.  He watched as she moved closer.  Those firm breasts
only bounced ever so slightly when she walked.  She was developed enough
that she should be wearing a bra, a training bra if nothing else, but
perhaps something larger.  "Abigail, why aren't you wearing a bra?" Bud
asked.  "Mom bought me one, but I don't like wearing it." she said.

   "Bud, what did you mean?" she asked.  "About what Abigail?" he replied.
"You said I have a set of nibblers?" she asked.  "Here, I will show you."
Bud said.  He reached out and started to rub her tits with his hands.  Her
nipples returned to their excited state.

   His caresses felt so good.  Abigail leaned into his massaging strokes.
Abigail's nipples extended into a pointed strawberry shape.  Bud continued
began to gently pinch and pull her nipples.  Abigail closed her eyes and
sighed.  She remembered the statue on the shelf and imagined herself
looking like that.  Her nipples ached.  Wanted Bud to do more, but she
didn't know what.

   Bud hadn't touched a woman since his wife died.  Now here was a willing
pre-teen melting in his massaging caresses.  Abigail's breathing was deep
and steady, color in her chest and neck was rosy.  Bud lowered his head to
her tits and began licking her nipples.  She groaned.  Abigail shoved
forward, and Bud began to nibble on her nipple.  Pulling it with his teeth
and releasing it to watch it bounce back to its normal shape.  Just then,
the bell rang at the shop door.  Bud kissed the tit in front of him and
walked to the store.  Abigail moved to the couch and waited for Bud to
return.  She sat there, and noticed that her panties were moist.  She began
to stroke her pussy over her underwear.

   Bud walked in, and saw Abigail rubbing her pussy.  "Finger Licking Good
Too!" Bud said as he passed on his way to washer.  Abigail thought about
that statement as she continued to stroke her pussy.  She didn't know it,
but she was horny as hell.  Bud returned and sat next to Abigail.  She
turned around to face him, lifted her body so that her tits was directly in
front of Buds face.  She reached around him and pulled his shoulders until
his mouth sucked her tit into his mouth.

   After a couple of minutes of oral play, Abigail's legs were spread wide.
Bud reached down and began to stroke her pussy through her panties.  With
each stroke, he pushed is finger a little deeper into her pussy.  Now her
panties were fully shoved into the crack and her pussy lips enveloped the
panties.  Abigail was moving her hips in rhythm with Bud's hand.  His
fingers began to tease her pussy lips and stoked her clitoris every sixth
or seventh rub of her pussy.

   Abigail spread her legs wider.  Bud reached inside of her panties and
dislodged the enclosed cloth from its flesh bond.  Bud began to directly
fondle her clitoris in rhythmic motion.  He gently pushed her panties over
her knees.  Her bald pussy was fully exposed.  She widened her spread
forcing her panties toward her ankles.  He could tell she was about to
orgasm.  As her passion reached the first orgasmic pinnacle he began
vigorously finger fucking her vagina.  With a constrained yell, "Gawd
Dam!", she reached a deep and forceful orgasm spraying cum on Bud's hand
and couch.  Her pussy gripped his hand as she closed her legs trying to
keep his hand inside her.  Abigail legs shuttered in uncontrolled spasms.
When she relaxed, Bud licked the cum off her fingers.  Eleven year old
Abigail had her first orgasm.

   After a couple of minutes, Bud got up, and headed to the washer.  After
a while, he returned with her dress.  She still was in the same position
she was in when he left.  Laid the dress over the chair in the corner.  He
came over to the couch and slid Abigail's panties over her tennis shoes. 
Using her panties he wiped cum off her pussy and the couch.  Bud again
stuck his finger into her vagina, and with a couple of strokes added
another finger.  A few more strokes, and he again removed his fingers and
licked the cum off them.

   "Did you like that?" Bud asked Abigail.  "That was the most awesome
thing I have ever felt!" she replied.  Although she didn't want to, Abigail
knew that she had to leave.  She looked at her cum soaked panties and
decided that she would leave them here at Bud's.  She got up from the couch
and reluctantly put on her clean dress.  She walked toward the store with
Bud following her.

   She turned and gave him a kiss just before heading for the front door.
At that point, she turned back around, lifted her dress exposing her pussy
and tits to him, and said, "Thank You Bud!" Letting her dress fall, smiling
she walked out the door and headed North.