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(Mg, extreme-ped, mast, oral, 1st, mild-bd) *** Author's Notes: This is an erotic story featuring adults and children. If you don't want to read such a thing, don't. If it's illegal for you to read it whoever and wherever you are, I don't really care. Don't read it, or don't get caught. Either way, that's your problem. This is my story. It may be freely distributed and reposted to free sites, or the free areas of pay sites, so long as authorship is properly credited and these introductory paragraphs are included. If you can find someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you steal it for that purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck you. This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or adults or anything were involved in its production. What part of "made up" don't you understand? Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit at yahoo dot com. Stupid feedback and flames to /dev/null. *** I was spending the night on my sister-in-law's couch. Back then I was living about two hours outside the city and we had spent the evening at an unbearably tedious meeting of the board of a non-profit organization we served on. Thanks to one board member in particular the meeting went far longer than it should have; I spent most of that time fantasizing about jamming a hardback copy of Robert's Rules of Order right up his fat ass. With a jackhammer. By the time we got done it was pretty late and Jenny (actually my brother's wife's brother's wife) offered me crash space and I gratefully accepted. I was happy to be spared the long drive home after dark, but I was happier at the thought of spending a night in the same house with Jenny's nine-year-old daughter, Renee. Despite the nominal nature of our relationship, Jenny and I had become good friends and I had gotten really close to her family. I had gotten especially close to Renee in the four years I'd known her. It had taken her a while to warm up to me but by the time she was six we were fast friends. By the time she was seven we were something more, as I had begun "grooming" her, I guess is the conventional phrase - first accidentally, but later as part of a deliberately planned campaign. It started two Thanksgivings ago. We had all eaten the holiday meal at my brother's vacation home and stayed over the night. Friday morning I was watching some cartoons when Renee bounced in and plopped herself in my lap to join me. She was wearing panties and a sleeveless shorty nightgown, probably last year's because the hem barely reached her waist when she sat. The compact warmth of her, and the sweet scent of her baby shampoo were somewhat arousing. I began gently stroking her shoulders and arms and as she continued to seem completely absorbed in the TV I gradually became bolder and reached up under her nightie to stroke the smooth skin of her back up and down, tracing the outlines of her shoulder blades. Nothing more than that happened, and after ten minutes or so when someone called her from the kitchen to come have some cereal her warm little butt left behind an uncomfortable boner. There were a couple similar incidents over the next few months, but it was shortly after her eighth birthday that my intentions changed from taking opportunities to making them. Jenny's husband, Rob, and I had taken Renee and her next oldest sister, Karen, on an overnight trip - there was a special exhibit of animatronic dinosaurs at a science museum at the other end of the state, and the older girl was nuts for them at that time. The girls' father worked second shift so he was used to rising late and was the heaviest, soundest sleeper I've ever known. We were all sharing a motel room. Rob and I had the beds and the girls were on the floor in sleeping bags. They woke long before him and, bored, climbed into my bed when I showed signs of wakefulness. Tickling and a lot of muffled laughter and "shhh's" ensued, but after Karen lost interest and turned on the TV it turned into something more. Renee was lying on her back next to me under the covers. Propped on one elbow, my back shielding the motion from her sister, I began gently fondling her chest, tweaking her tiny pink nipples and palming the little mounds of baby fat that would one day be breasts. I pushed her nightie up around her neck and spent half an hour or more lovingly touching every inch of her exposed skin from her collarbone down to her knees. I wasn't bold enough yet to reach underneath the elastic of her yellow cotton panties, but a couple of times I stroked over the top of them, even laying a finger down the length of her slit and pressing gently. Renee was a little fireplug of a girl. Not fat, not at all, but short for her age and solidly built. She lay quiet beneath my unquestionably improper touching, her eyes closed and a little half smile playing across her face. Occasionally she would take a deep breath, hollowing out her little girl belly and pushing her ribs into relief, and gust it out in a soft sigh of pleasure. Her waist-length brown hair was done up in two braids spread across the pillow, and as I lay next to her I noted two tiny moles on her jawline, just below her delicate little left ear. Those tiny moles now became my obsession, the sight of them inextricably linked with the sense memory of the throbbing erection and blue balls I carried around for the rest of that morning. When I heard her father stirring in the other bed I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You're so pretty," and gently pressed my closed lips to hers. Her hazel eyes opened and looked into mine, her expression inscrutable. I couldn't tell what she thought about our activities but she wasn't objecting. From then on I managed to arrange my days so that at least a couple of times a month I found myself in Jenny's neighborhood in the early afternoon. Renee and Karen were latchkey kids; they walked home from their elementary school and were on their own until Jenny got home around 4:30. Jenny always seemed happy to see me; usually I'd be helping the girls with their homework or nagging, uh, supervising them as they cleaned up their rooms. She might've been less happy if she could've seen us earlier in the afternoon. When I got there I would take Renee into her room on some pretext and close the door, and we would engage in a game of rub-and-tickle, usually ending with me fondling her immature titties as she lay giggling on her little bed. The last time I'd been there, I heard Jenny's keys rattle in the front door just as I had pressed my lips to her daughter's bluejean-clad crotch, feeling the warmth of her little cunny through her Levi's. I was up in a flash and had her bedroom door opened before her mom was in the house, but I could feel the girl's impassive gaze following me the rest of the afternoon. Now I was making up my bed on the monster of a sectional couch in Jenny and Rob's den as the household prepared for sleep around me. Renee was the last to come in to say goodnight to me. As I pecked her on the cheek I also whispered in her ear, "If you wake up early, come see me." I knew that she typically awoke earlier than her parents or siblings. Then I stripped down to my boxers and lay down, drifting off to sleep with half a stiffy as I imagined what might happen come morning. I woke in semidarkness; light filtered into the room from the nightlight in the hall behind me. Standing before me was my darling Renee, looking down at me with that same inscrutable gaze. Her hair was in two braids again, a little mussed from sleep. She was wearing a blue nightie with ribbon shoulder straps tied in bows; the fabric was thin enough that I could see the paleness of her panties, just above eye level where I lay. The nightie ended in frills at mid-thigh; beneath that her legs and sturdy feet were bare. I smiled and reached out to stroke the well-worn fabric covering her round tummy. "Hey. G'morning. Do you want to snuggle?" She nodded, so I pulled back the blanket covering me. The nine-year-old lay down, fitting her back against my hairy chest. Her shampoo-scented scalp came right under my chin and her round bubble butt pushed against my boxers. Immediately I could feel my cock swelling against her. I reached my arm around to hold her, but this time I went underneath the hem of her nightie to gently caress the bare skin of her belly. She inhaled at my touch and I gently traced the bottom of her ribcage, moving my fingers around to tease in her bellybutton, then upwards to trace the lines of her neck, her breastbone. Then I was palming her little baby boobies. She didn't have real breasts yet but each tiny, pink, pointy nipple rode atop a small mound of puppy-fat. I circled them in turn with my fingertips and lightly pinched and pulled them. I leaned over to kiss the child's ear and along her jawline as I continued to fondle her. I could see her eyes were closed, face relaxed. Without opening her eyes, just as I pressed my lips against those two beautiful little moles, she said, "Do you want to kiss me all over?" Her tone wasn't sultry or seductive, it was just a matter-of-fact question asked out of a nine-year-cold's honest curiosity, but I was electrified. The pit of my stomach went hollow and my penis surged to full hardness against the cheeks of her little butt. What to do? Even giving her an honest answer would land me in a world of shit if she told, never mind if I actually did anything. The butterflies in my stomach gave way to cramps of fear as I briefly imagined Jenny and Rob's reaction if Renee told them in that same matter-of-fact way that Uncle had "kissed her all over". Still, what had I been leading up to for the past two years, if not this? All that went through my mind in a flash but it was my cock, or rather the feel of it throbbing between Renee's pillow butt cheeks, that made the decision for me. I hugged her tight against me and breathed "Yes, I would," into her delicate ear. "But you know grownups aren't supposed to kiss little girls like that, don't you? If I did, you couldn't tell anyone, not even Mommy or Daddy. That's a big secret for a little girl like you to have to keep. Can you do that?" Renee didn't speak, but her hair tickled my nose as she nodded. "Well, then, how about if I just touch you all over first to see if you like it?" Again she nodded. Here went nothing. Gentle pressure on Renee's hip rolled her on to her stomach. She rested her cheek on her hands so she was looking directly into my eyes. Starting at the backs of her bare knees I rubbed my hand slowly upwards, again pushing under the hem of her nightie, over her panty-clad butt. I felt the smooth, warm skin of her back, her bony shoulder blades, then back down to those panties. I cupped a cheek, then gently squeezed each of them in turn. "Oh, you have a nice little butt," I told her. I turned my hand edge on so that my thumb was pressing gently against her anus as I slid my fingers down between her thighs, rubbing against her panties and feeling the heat of her immature cunny. I slowly sawed my hand back and forth like that I could feel her butt muscles clench. My fingers pushed into the fabric, sliding it up and down a little bit against her slit. "Is that nice?" I whispered. We were practically nose- to-nose, looking into each others' eyes like lovers. Hers were hazel, the pupils big in the dim light. Her nod was slight, but definite. She was enjoying this new intimate touching. Grasping her shoulders, I indicated that she should roll over onto her back. She gazed up at me quietly as I ran my hands up her torso. I tugged gently on her nightie and she arched her back so that I could push the frilly hem all the way up to her chin. Except for her panties she was now nude from breastbone to toes. I rested my head in the crook of one elbow and let my other hand play all over her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, and her thighs. I lightly pinched her little nipples. I palmed the lines of her ribs as her breathing deepened underneath my touch and her eyelids drooped closed. I smoothed my hand over her panties, tugging lightly on the little pink bow at their front. As I rubbed my fingers down over her slit, I gently pushed her legs a little apart. My penis was straining against the soft fabric of my flannel boxer shorts, and I was able to rub it gently against her naked thigh. I gripped the inside of that thigh, and moved my hand up and down, pressing to increase the friction against me. The child size of her, the warmth and heft of her little limbs, was incredibly arousing. Now I was ready to move beyond where Renee and I had ever gone before. As my palm slid back up I nudged my fingers beneath the elastic leg-band of her panties. I stopped there, with my fingertips just underneath, no more. "I'm going to go inside now. OK?" She opened her eyes and looked at me and, after a small hesitation, nodded. Our gaze locked as I gently pushed upwards, moving my hand up until my fingers touched the crease between thigh and crotch. I traced along it then angled my hand inwards until finally my fingers were touching the fleshy pad of her labia major. I stroked lightly over the smooth, hairless flesh, watching my knuckles shift and bulge under the thin fabric. Renee's eyes widened as she felt a man's touch on her for the first time. Her mouth dropped slightly open and her breath gusted out in a soft sigh. We stayed nose-to-nose like that as I continued feeling her lips and her smooth mound for several minutes, moving my fingers up and down, back and forth. I gently traced the cleft of her immature slit but made no attempt to penetrate inside, not yet. Her skin was hot to the touch and dampened with sweat as I played with her, but if she was lubricating at all her nine-year- old vagina wasn't yet juicy enough to leak. As I fondled the child, my penis strained and jumped against the fabric of my underwear. Pre-cum was flowing freely. I found myself involuntarily hunching a growing wet spot against Renee's solid little thigh, anything to increase the contact with the warmth of her body. It could see in Renee's face how pleasure gradually overcame the new strangeness of being fondled under her panties. Her expression relaxed, her eyes half-closed and her breath again became deep and regular. She made a soft, almost inaudible little sighing sound from the back of her throat on each exhale. Her evident enjoyment, the smell of her baby shampoo, the heat rising off her body, the forbidden eroticism of knowing that only a thin layer of fabric separated my swollen cock from a nearly-naked child, all combined to dissolve my shaky resolve to proceed slowly and with caution. I withdrew my fingers from the leg-hole of her panties and tugged at the waistband. "So, I think you like that, huh? Ready for me to kiss on you?" I didn't really wait for an answer, but Renee didn't resist in any way as I worked her panties down her thighs. I left them at knee level for the moment and started to sit up. I brought my hand up to my nose, inhaling deeply. My fingers were damp with her sweat and carried the unique aroma of prepubescent cunt - not musky and sharp like an adult woman, but still slightly pungent yet sweet. Renee watched me quizzically. "What're you doing?" she whispered. "You smell good," I whispered back. "Here, sniff." I put my fingers underneath her nose, tracing her delicate Cupid's bow and stroking her lips. She sniffed, wrinkled her nose and shook her head slightly - evidently she didn't agree with me. Without further comment I swung my leg over her and sat back on my heels, straddling her where she lay exposed on the couch. I gazed down at her. The little nine-year-old looked pale and vulnerable beneath my adult form. Her hazel eyes gleamed in the shadowy predawn half-light. She could not have failed to notice how my erection tented out my boxers, though I didn't know what she made of it. The ribbon straps of her pale blue nightie were loose over her delicate shoulders, as the material and frilly hem were rocked up at her armpits. She rested her hands on her naked belly, making no attempt to hide her nipples on their pads of baby fat; they rose and fell gently with her breathing in the dim light. A fading pink pucker across her waist showed where the elastic of her panties had been until moments ago. Below that...ah! I sucked in a sharp breath as I really beheld Renee's smooth, hairless vulva for the first time. Her mound was prominent above two beautiful, perfect chubby lips. Her legs were mostly closed, making a sharp crease outside of each lip at the juncture of her thigh. The slit was quite open with even a little keyhole widening at the very top but it was just a dark line in the dimness, with no sign of her clit hood showing. I couldn't resist running my fingertips back over her, feeling the smooth, rubbery skin of her mound, the way it gave beneath my touch, the warmth of it more intense as I slid my hand down over the lips between her thighs, this time pressing my middle finger into that open slit. I rubbed the length of that finger up and down, up and down, going faster now, pressing hard enough to separate the lips somewhat and this time feeling some moisture, wetness from the hot core of her beginning to seep out. She tried to move her legs apart but they were bound at the knees by her panties. "That feels...ah!" Renee gasped as my finger, stroking faster and more roughly now, rubbed over the little bump of her baby clit, finally coming out to play. "Ah... ah... stop!" Her voice was rising above a whisper so I quickly complied, pulling my hand away from her now-slippery crotch. Again I brought my fingers to my nose, wiping her secretions on my nostrils and lips, and opening my mouth to suck them clean. Oh, the smell and taste of a little girl's first cunt-juice! Spicy, sweet, a bit acrid - the sensation shot straight from my nose and mouth to my cock which strained and oozed pre-cum in my boxers. The feel of it rubbing against the damp fabric became almost too much to bear. I realized I was trembling, crouched above the preteen object of my lust. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at my quizzically. "Here come your kisses!" I whispered harshly and immediately swooped down on her. I slid my knees back and lay down over her. Supporting most of my weight on my elbows, I grabbed her wrists in my hands, pulling her hands off her stomach and holding her arms up over her head, out of the way. My mouth went directly to her undeveloped chest, capturing a pink, dime-sized nipple and sucking it in enthusiastically. I sucked it, I tongued it, I kissed it, and I even nibbled at it gently with my teeth. The child began to squirm and writhe beneath my aggressive oral attack. My tool was wedged between her knees, just below her panties. Her calves were pressing together and releasing, rubbing it through my boxers which were now drenched and slippery with pre-cum. That wonderful friction just spurred me on - I transferred my attention to her other nipple, repeating the attack with even more vigor. I captured it between my teeth and pulled back, stretching the little bud an inch, almost two inches, further, until it scraped free and snapped back. Renee gave a little yip, of pain or pleasure at that point I couldn't have said - or cared. I did it again. Another yip. Too loud. I shifted my grip on her skinny wrists, capturing them both crossed above her head in my right hand, and placed my left firmly over her mouth. Her eyes were open wide now, not scared or angry yet, but a little wild. "Shhh!" I said fiercely, then resumed my gentle torture of her little nips. Her body was now tossing and wriggling in earnest, jerking each time I bit down - not too hard, didn't want to leave marks - on a nipple. She made little "mph!" noises behind my hand. She was trying to kick her legs, but the weight of my hips and her binding panties prevented it. She did manage to rub my boxers around until my rampant penis poked out of the fly. The sudden feel of naked skin against skin shocked me. I turned loose of her nipple with a low groan and realized I was on the brink of going too far, if I hadn't already. Gentling my oral ministrations, I started kissing and tonguing Renee all over her heaving chest, licking up to her armpits, the hollow of her fragile-looking throat, down to the line of her ribcage and her heaving belly. Gradually her futile struggles calmed and all the time I was watching her face. As I saw her eyes lose their expression of strain and concern, I loosened and removed my hand over her mouth. I didn't turn loose of her wrists, though - holding her captive like that was turning me on something fierce, I realized. With her mouth uncovered, Renee spoke - in a whisper, thankfully. "That hurt a little. Please don't do that any more." "Don't bite, you mean? Sorry. Just more kisses from here on, K?" The girl nodded, perhaps a little uncertainly, but it was clear that for the most part she was enjoying the tongue-bath I was giving her. As I carried on licking and kissing all over her torso she was still writhing gently - I realized she was pushing up her body against wherever my lips traveled. She was tugging and twisting her wrists as well, not really trying to get free so much as just testing the limits of her manual bondage. I kissed down Renee's chest as far as I could while still holding her arms fully extended above her head. It wasn't far enough, so I had to perform a complicated bit of ballet. Without turning loose of her wrists or interrupting the tongue-bath of her nipples, I swung my knee over her and dismounted the couch. The head of my stalk bounced against her thighs as I moved, sliming her smooth skin with my juice. I ended up kneeling on the floor before her as she lay stretched out. I grabbed her panties with my free hand, sliding them the rest of the way down her legs. I pulled her near leg free of the underwear, then grasped the far leg at the knee and lifted it up, pressing it against the back of the couch. Pale pink panties dangled sexily from her ankle as she waved her foot around in the air. Now her child cunt was exposed and accessible to me. When I leaned forward my cockhead dug into the couch fabric; I had to pull back and flex my groin so the organ bounced upwards and I could trap it flat between my body and the cushion. With my arm binding Renee's wrists fully extended I could kiss my way down her abdomen, just to the top of her mound. The lush smell of her immature pussy again filled my nostrils. I slid my free hand up her thigh and used my fingers to pry her lips apart and rapidly diddle at her little clit. Her hips bucked against - or away from, I couldn't be sure - my rough masturbation; the skin of her mound actually banged into my teeth a couple of times. I dragged her wrists down from over her head so they were crossed in front of her and pressed them down onto her abdomen so that now both her hands and her body were somewhat restrained. She could still move in response to my increasingly violent frigging into her hairless slit, but not enough to escape my questing tongue and lips. And my arm no longer extended over the small girl's head, so I was free to kiss my way down onto her labia. I took my finger off her clit and again used my hand to pin her thigh up against the couch back, which spread her slit open to me. I gently mouthed each lip in turn, stretching it out a little, savoring the moist heat of the rubbery flesh as it slid across my face. I swiped my tongue up one lip and down the other, around and around, zeroing in on the slit until finally I dug my stiffened tongue as far into her little keyhole as I could, feeling for the stiff nubbin within. Renee had been struggling silently throughout, but as I tasted her juice directly for the first time the breath huffed out of her in a little "huhnnn!" Soft, panting moans filled my ears as I pushed my tongue into her slit, sliding up and down. She started struggling more energetically against me; in response I pressed her thigh harder into the couch back, but I lifted the pressure off her belly, instead just squeezing her crossed wrists together in my grip. Her free leg tried to close but I dug the point of my chin into the very top of her thigh and she was unable to press hard against it. For some minutes I continued to force rough cunnilingus on the helpless child. She struggled continuously but I could tell she wasn't in pain, just overwhelmed by the new sensations. Her mouth was free; with a single shout she could have roused the house and brought our game to a tragic (for me) finish. Instead, glances up at her face showed me that her lips were pressed tightly together except when her breath puffed out. Her eyes were screwed shut now and two little smudges of red were visible on her chubby cheeks in the dim light. While she was of course no match for my adult strength it was clear Renee was not struggling to the limit of hers. There's a certain comfort for children in being lightly restrained; psychologically, they want adults to set limits on them. Physically, babies respond well to swaddling, moderately tight wraps that pin their arms and legs. Renee was far from a baby but she was also far from a woman or even an adolescent. Either way, on some level the restraint was, if not magnifying her newfound sexual pleasure, at least not detracting from it. Her cunny was now lubricating freely; her juices sheened the smooth bald lips and smeared my cheeks, wetting my mustache and beard. The flavor and aroma of the nine-year-old girl's first arousal was magical, beyond intoxicating. I could've eaten her for hours, but approaching dawn was brightening the windows and I could tell our time was getting short. I had to finish her off - and finish myself off - pretty soon now. I hopped back up on the couch. But his time instead of kneeling astraddle Renee's legs, I sat right down on her chest. I didn't put anywhere near my full weight on her, but it was just like a child's wrestling pin. I turned loose of her wrists but immediately pushed my knees down on her upper arms. One thing, though, she'd never been pinned by a child with a dripping stiff adult-sized hairy erection. My cock waved right in front of her face, even slapping her on the chin a couple of times as I settled into place, drooling little shiny splashes of pre-cum onto her. She stared at it, mesmerized, as it waved in the air. The naked skin of her torso was warm against my backside and thighs. With one hand I reached up to stroke her face and hair, feeling the sweat beading on her delicate upper lip and her forehead. With the other, I reached behind me and again shoved a finger into her hot, tight slit, probing for the clitoris. The effect on her was immediate - her struggles beneath me resumed and redoubled in force. As I mauled her little button the flush on her cheeks began to spread down her neck and onto her innocent pre-breasts. I added a second finger and my thumb, stretching her bald cunt-lips wide and gripping the flesh of her now- exposed clit and hood. Her little huffing sighs quickly rose in volume and pitch, to the point where I had to again cover her mouth. Now I was frankly torturing the little pellet of flesh, pulling it to the limit of its stretch and squeezing, pinching it against my thumbnail, flicking it rapidly back and forth. Renee's eyes were wide and glassy; her breath was hot and whistled rapidly in and out of her snub nose against the edge of my palm. My hand was clamped hard over her mouth and chin, my thumb squeezing her jaw shut. That muffled but increasingly could not stifle her high- pitched little cries. Her struggles became even more urgent below me and suddenly she stiffened, shoving her naked chest up against me. A series of keening, snuffling whines forced themselves through her nose and I could feel her baby pussy clenching at my invading fingers in time with her spasms. Renee was having her first orgasm at my hands! That knowledge, the erotic feeling of her hot bare skin rubbing my scrotum through my thin underpants, the feel of my cock bouncing and wiggling from her motion, the smell and taste of her prepubescent juices still on my face - it was all too much for me, and I felt my nuts draw tight to my body as I started to ejaculate violently. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, grunting as the first shot fired nearly straight up in the air and fell to paint a rope of gooey semen from Renee's hair onto the couch cushion over her head. I was consumed and paralyzed with pleasure as more shots burned out of me, plopping onto her nose and cheeks, into one eye, my hand where it covered her lower face, and then dribbling onto the tangled mess of her nightie around her neck. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and yet not nearly long enough, I came back to myself. No less than the child lying beneath me I was panting and covered in sweat. My wilting cock was almost sore from the force of my orgasm. I realized that both the fingers shoved against Renee's baby clit and the hand clamped across her face were squeezing her much too tightly, and I convulsively pulled both away. With her mouth free, the child began panting, her chest trying to heave against my weight. One eye was gummed completely with my hot spunk. Knowing how much that could sting, I wiped it clear with my thumb, then absently licked it and the back of my hand clean as I surveyed the rest of the mess. Her forehead, cheeks, nose and hair were liberally painted with sperm, but I was more worried about the blobs of it darkening her nightgown and the couch fabric around her head. I'd have to get a damp towel from the kitchen quickly to prevent my cum from drying into its characteristic stains where Jenny would certainly notice it. First, though, I had to make sure that Renee was OK with what had just happened. She was starting to catch her breath in little gulps and pants. I eased my knees off her forearms and she brought her hands to her face, wiping at the globs of semen and smearing it into an even sheen. Even exhausted as I was, the unintended sexiness of the gesture made me catch my breath. She looked at her gummy hands in mild dismay, then shifted her gaze to my softening penis where it rested, dribbling slime between her pink nipples. "Your thingy squirted on me," she said in a somewhat accusatory tone. "Shh," I reminded her, bending my face down closer to hers. "Uh-huh. That's what happens when a boy feels really good. Seeing you and touching you and kissing you made me feel that way. Did you feel really good, too?" She thought about it for a minute, then whispered, "Yeah. It was weird, but... you held me down. Yeah. I think I peed." I reached behind me, brushing my fingers over her vulva and feeling the cushion beneath her butt. "No, honey, you didn't pee. That's just the good feeling girls get. I have to clean you up quick, now, before people start waking up. You just rest here for a sec, I'm going to get a towel from the kitchen." Without bothering to tuck my sticky penis back into my boxers, I stood and started to turn...and froze. Standing halfway up the front stairs was 11-year-old Karen. She was staring down at us, her hands covering her mouth and her blue eyes wide with shock. It looked like she had been there for awhile. Uh-oh. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 45