Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: Teaching Candy: Part One
Summary: A neighbor helps out a mother who needs a last minute
babysitter for her seven year old daughter.  Things take a turn for the
erotic after he notices her doing something that maybe she shouldn't.
Keywords: mg oral

   It was about 5:30 and it had been a long day for Phillip Small.  He was
finally finished with work and now that he was home he intended to order a
pizza, crack open a beer or seven and enjoy the game.  That was the plan,
anyhow, but not twenty minutes after he'd gotten home and only a few
minutes after he'd had a much needed shower there was a knock at the door.
He wasn't expecting anyone.  Who could it be, he wondered as he strode
through the living room to the entryway and opened the door.  It was his
neighbor from across the hall, Danielle Largo.  She was in maybe her late
20s or early 30s and attractive enough.  If Phil had his way he'd have his
way with her, but she never showed much interest in him.  Not her type he
guessed.  They'd been friendly enough whenever they bumped into each other,
but didn't socialize much so he was instantly curious why she sought him
out.

   "Phil, you gotta help me," Danielle began, clearly in more than a bit of
distress.  "I just got a call from my boss and the contract we've been
working on for the past two months has gone tits up.  He needs me down
there right now and probably well into the AM.  Is there any way whatsoever
that you could watch my daughter?"

   "I don't know," Phil started, "I really don't know much about kids. 
Can't some-"

   "There's no one else," Danielle cut him off sharply.  "You're literally
my last hope or I don't even know what'll happen..." she just sort of
trailed off, leaving the specifics of what may or may not happen to Phil's
imagination.  "Please Phil.  I'll pay you, pay for you to order some food.
Whatever it'll take.  I HAVE to go to work.  And Candy's easy enough to
deal with.  She's never any trouble.

   "I mean, I guess so," Phil answered.

   "Ohh thank you thank you thank you," Danielle practically screamed.  "So
how much should I give you for food?" she followed in a more reasonable
tone.

   "Ohh you don't have to do that," Phil replied.  "If you've got anything
easy to cook, the toss it in the oven and wait type is my favorite, then
that'll be good enough.  You seem stressed out enough as it is.

   "You're a lifesaver, Phil.  You remember Candy, right?"

   "Yeah," was all Phil said.  He did remember her.  Cute little girl,
seven years old, he was fairly sure, skinny but not overly so, bright red
hair and a dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose.  Phil remembered
seeing her at the complex's pool a number of times and couldn't help but
notice her.  He expected she got her looks from her mother and assumed
she'd be quite the piece of eye candy when she got older.  Phil chuckled at
that, Candy growing up to be candy.

   "If you need to get anything I really have to go," Danielle informed
Phil.

   "Ohh nah, I'm good," Phil responded and he followed Danielle as she
turned around and let the two of them into her apartment.

   "Hey mom," Candy's voice sung from another room in response to Phil's
closing the door.

   "Hey baby," Danielle started as Candy walked into the room.  "You
remember Mr.  Small, right?" Candy was as cute as Phil remembered.  She
wore a light white blouse and her flowery skirt came down to about mid
calf. Her hair was done up in two bright pigtails which ended just past her
shoulders.

   "Hi Mr.  Small," Candy called out cheerfully.  He gave her a smile and a
nod.

   "Well, I have to go to work, so Phil's going to watch you tonight, OK?"

   "Yeah, mama, that's fine," Candy answered her mother, obviously not
bothered in the least by the news.

   "OK, sweety, give mommy a few minutes with Mr.  Small then I'll say
goodbye." Candy nodded and left the room for her mother.  "Well, you can
cook whatever's in the freezer, there should be plenty," Danielle started
as she turned to Phil.  The only thing is, well...  I haven't had a chance
to give Candy a bath yet.  If you don't feel comfortable with that I
understand, but if you will that would really help.  I'm going to see how
Candy feels about that first, but really, that's the toughest thing I
think. Here," Danielle scribbled a few numbers on a scrap of paper and
handed it to Phil.  "The first one's my cell and the second is my office.
If anything comes up, anything at all, call me, but I assume things will go
fine.  Like I said, she's a good kid."

   "OK, thanks for the numbers and um..  it's a little odd, but I guess I
can do that." Phil couldn't deny that the idea actually excited him a
little.  He had never though about anyone so young in such terms before,
but being asked to give the girl a bath instantly had Phil thinking about
her naked.  Seeing Candy all wet and covered in bubbles might just be more
entertaining than whichever game he would have ended up watching this
evening, she was a very cute little girl, after all.  Only time would tell.

   "Be right back," Danielle said to Phil and headed the way Candy went
when she wandered off.  Finding her in her bedroom Danielle picked her
daughter up and put her on the bed.  "OK, sweety, Mr.  Small is going to
watch you tonight, so you be a good girl for him, OK?" Candy nodded and her
mother smiled.  "Now honey, I know you haven't had a bath yet, but it's up
to you, OK.  I asked Mr.  Small and he said he'd give you one, but if you
don't want to that's OK, too."

   "It's OK, mom, Mr.  Small seems nice." Danielle wondered what her
daughter was basing that assumption on.  They didn't know each other
particularly well.  He does look honest, she supposed, and friendly.

   "I'm glad you think so, honey," Danielle said as she pulled her daughter
in for a hug.  "I have to go now.  I'll be home as soon as I can, but it
probably won't be till after you've gone to bed.  Now come walk me out,
OK?"

   Danielle picked Candy up an plopped her down on her feet after another
hug and the two of them walked to the living room where Phil had been
waiting.  "OK Phil, I'm off.  Thanks again, so much.  You're a lifesaver."

   Phil nodded and smiled.  "It's not like I had much of a plan for tonight
anyway, maybe Candy and I can have a good time." With that he nodded to the
girl and gave another little smile.  Candy smiled right back as she
squeezed the stuffed raccoon she'd taken with her from her bedroom. 
Danielle gave Phil a smile of her own and his arm a friendly rub before
turning and heading out the door.

   "OK, whatcha wanna do?" Phil asked Candy as he realized that he had
absolutely no idea what the answer might be.

   "CARTOONS!" Came her excited reply.  "I wanna watch cartoons, Mr. 
Small."

   "That's fine with me," Phil said, "but lets not be so formal.  You can
just call me Phil."

   "Really?" The girl asked, somewhat wide-eyed at the prospect of calling
an adult by his first name.  "Well, I'm Candace, but you can call me
Candy."

   "OK, Candy.  Lead the way." Candy grabbed Phil by the hand and dragged
him towards the living room.  Phil followed, broke away and flopped down on
the couch with a satisfying grunt.  "So what cartoons are there these
days?" Phil asked, finding himself genuinely curious as the only cartoons
he watches come on Adult Swim.

   "Candy grabbed the remote and turned the TV on before answering.  "Ohh
all sorts of stuff, but I hope- Oh YAY!" Candy said with excitement in her
voice as the screen came into view just as the intro to a show called Total
Dramarama began.  "You're gonna love this," Candy assured Phil as she
plopped herself down on the carpeted floor between Phil and the TV, still
clutching her stuffed raccoon.  As the intro continued running she turned
quickly and made one observation about the show: "Gwen is the best.  My mom
says she's just the right kind of twisted."

   Hearing this Phil was relieved since it's a show that apparently adults
can enjoy, too.  So there he sat, watching the TV from the couch as Candy
did the same from the floor.  The only time they'd break their mutual
silence was during commercials when Candy would spin around and tell Phil
more about the show and ask him if he liked it.  It was actually pretty
alright, he had to admit and the two of them watched it right up till
something different came on.  From the sigh Candy let out Phil knew this
show wasn't as good so he took the opportunity to ask his charge if there
was anything in particular she wanted for dinner.  Her indication was that
literally anything would be fine, so Phil headed to the kitchen.  Danielle
was right, he thought as he went, this kid's pretty agreeable.

   Inside the kitchen Phil first checked the fridge because he was feeling
rather parched and settled on a can of soda.  Then he pulled open the
freezer door and took stock of their options.  It was full of just the
stuff he was after, set it and forget it family dinners.  Danielle must be
as lazy a chef as he, Phil chuckled to himself as he selected a lasagna. 
He set the oven, pulled the dinner from its carton, peeled the film and
tossed it inside.  After setting the timer a few minutes extra to account
for the cold oven Phil grabbed his soda and headed back to the couch.

   Upon sitting Phil noticed that Candy hadn't changed the channel, so
maybe the show isn't all that bad after all, he thought.  A few minutes
passed and as the show faded for commercial Phil prepared himself for the
onslaught of chatter from the child, but strangely it was not forthcoming.
After a moment Phil took a closer look at Candy and noticed that she was
rocking, almost imperceptibly so, forward and back, her hips rolling very
slowly.  Phil thought it amusing the way her pigtails bounced slowly with
her movement.  After the third or forth time rocking forward Phil noticed
something interesting, what appeared to be the feet of her stuffed raccoon
just barely came into view as her skirt slid forward along with Candy and
it hit him like a ton of bricks.  The second grader was masturbating
herself upon her stuffed toy, not five feet from where Phil sat.

   Phil didn't have any time to consider this development from an
intellectual standpoint since as soon as he realized what the little girl
was doing his cock leapt to full attention.  Never in his life had Phil
gone from zero to rock hard so fast and it caught him off guard.  Finally
his mind joined the conversation.  She's just a child, he thought, but the
reply from his groin was that she was a child who knew and enjoyed sexual
stimulation.  At this point Phil locked his eyes on her tiny little rear
end as Candy slowly rolled her hips forward and back.  A minute or two into
the spectacle Candy's pace increased and since all of his attention was
focused upon the child in front of him Phil noticed that her breathing had
quickened and every now and then she'd let out a soft gasp or a groan. 
Phil had to wonder just what the girl was feeling and he found himself
wondering for the first time in his life if seven year olds can achieve
orgasm.

   Phil had been peeking at the TV every so often as he enjoyed the real
show going on on the carpet in front of him.  At this point her moans and
sighs were a bit more obvious although still quite soft.  Her pace was
still faster than when he first noticed her, but only slightly so if he
hadn't been looking for it it's entirely possible that he'd have never
known.  He did, of course and now that the cartoon had gone to commercial
Phil put into motion an idea that came to him as he eyed Candy's young form
working itself over her stuffed friend.

   "Are you alright?" Phil asked, somewhat loudly, wanting to ensure the
girl heard him no matter how focused she was on the task at hand (or rather
the task at raccoon's plastic nose).  Candy turned towards him, her cheeks
flushed and her eyes downcast and mumbled something.  "What was that,
Candy? I can't hear you."

   "Sorry, I'll stop," Candy repeated, just barely loud enough to be heard.

   "I never said you had to stop whatever it is you're doing," Phil told
the girl, the first bit of his plan being to pretend he didn't know what
she was up to.  "I just want to know you're OK.  You're OK, right?"

   "Y- yeah, I'm ok." Candy answered.  "I'll stop now."

   "Stop what?" Phil asked, still playing the fool.

   "Muh- masturbating," the child struggled with the word.  "My mom says
it's called masturbating and that little girls like me shouldn't do it."

   "Well, I'm not going to tell you your mom is wrong, she should raise you
how she sees fit, but I gotta say I disagree," Phil said as Candy looked up
at him from the carpet.  It appeared that she was still sitting right on
her stuffed raccoon and this made Phil smile.  "Exploring one's body and
learning what feel good is an important part of growing up."

   "It is?  Really?" the second grader asked, a look of relief washing over
he face.  "Does everyone else think that?"

   "Well, no, but I think the more reasonable people do." Phil told her. 
"Although in the future maybe you should do that in private.  Masturbation
is usually a one player game, kiddo."

   "Usually?"

   "Yeah," Phil started, feeling like he was reeling in the catch of the
day.  "When more than one person do it together it's called mutual
masturbation.  That means they masturbate each other.  Or maybe both of
them will focus upon one person, it gets rather complicated, I guess.  Have
you ever 'played doctor' with a friend?  Sometimes that's just an excuse to
compare bits." Candy giggled at that.

   "No, maybe, I don't remember," came Candy's response.

   "Do you mind if I ask you about it," Phil asked Candy, trying to make
his tone as gentle and his expression as sympathetic as he could.  "You
probably don't get to talk about it, do you," Phil added, deflecting his
original question.

   "No, no I don't," Candy answered.  "Who would I even talk to about it?"

   "I'm right here," Phil offered softly, feeling like he'd just won.  "Let
me ask you this, do you always use your raccoon or do you do it other
ways?"

   "There are other ways?" Candy asked, excitement clearly evident in her
voice.  "Like what?"

   "Well..." Phil started slowly, wondering just how far this game could
go. "The most basic option of course is to use your fingers.  And I've
heard of some clever girls using electric toothbrushes and toys other than
their favorite stuffed raccoon." He smiled as he added that last part and
that elicited another giggle from his enraptured audience.  "And this
should come as no surprise to you, but there's an entire industry that
makes toys specifically for the purpose of masturbation."

   "Wow," was all Candy said in response to that revelation, her eyes
glazed over.  Clearly she was thinking of how she might get a hold of one
of those.  Or possibly even what they might look like.

   "Can I ask you something else?" Phil asked the increasingly excited
child.

   "Sure sure," Candy chimed.  Clearly enjoying their conversation.

   Phil licked his lips before opening them.  The erection in his jeans was
straining at this point.  "Have you ever had an orgasm, Candy?"

   "What's an orgasm?" Candy asked simply, the way she'd ask a repair man
what a wrench was.

   "An orgasm is the best part of masturbation," Phil told the second
grader like it was the most normal conversation for the two of them to be
having.  "It's like an explosion of pleasure down there," Phil pointed
towards the little girl's crotch and in response she shifted a little,
probably making herself more comfortable on her raccoon's nose, "and it
radiates out through your whole body.  It's pretty much the best thing
ever."

   "Nope, I don't think I've ever had one of those."

   "That's a no, Candy.  Believe me, you'd know," Phil informed the girl
with a gentle smile.  "Would you like one?" Phil almost couldn't believe
he'd had the guts to ask her.  His cock was painfully hard at this point.

   "Um, how?  I...  I don't know how to do it," Candy stated,
matter-of-factly.

   "I do," Phil said simply.  "I'm absolutely not going to do it unless
you're sure it's what you want, but I'm pretty sure I could give you one
and if not I'm positive I can make you feel better than that friend of
yours you're sitting on." Candy's whole face instantly turned an impressive
shade of scarlet and in one swift motion she reached under herself, grabbed
the stuffed raccoon and whipped him across the room away from her.  Phil
couldn't help but laugh.

   "HEY!" Candy shouted.  "That wasn't very nice."

   "I'm sorry, come on.  It was just a silly joke, OK?  I never meant to
embarrass you," Phil ensured the child.  "I thought you'd laugh like you
have been at everything else."

   "I suppose it was kind of funny," Candy agreed.  "And poor Rocky, I hope
he's not mad at me."

   "He'll forgive you," Phil reassured her, "I think he likes the game you
two play." Candy let out a laugh at that joke and all was well again.  "So,
what do you think?"

   "Wait huh?  What do I think about what?" Candy asked, her attention
having gotten lost somewhere in her earlier embarrassment.

   I have to ask again, Phil thought.  "Do you want an orgasm?" Phil asked
for a second time, his heart pounding in his chest, every beat sending
another surge to his erection.  "It's completely up to you.  Say no and I
drop it, but say yes and who knows..." Phil let the statement hang, hoping
this would sway her if she hadn't decided already.

   Candy put her finger to her lips in the most adorable expression of a
child in deep thought, then not ten seconds later, having made up her mind
she practically squealed "OK."

   "You know I'm going to have to see it, you know, down there, if I'm
going to do this, right?"

   Candy hadn't actually realized that, after all, she'd been used to
riding her raccoon with all of the action hidden beneath her skirt.  "OK,"
she repeated, having decided that this was an acceptable compromise if the
end result was this orgasm he spoke of, which just sounded wonderful to
her.

   "I'm gonna start slow, OK?" Phil asked, wanting to build upon the trust
he'd earned from Candy through their frank discussion of masturbation.  "If
I do anything at all you don't like you can tell me to stop." Candy nodded.
"OK, kiddo.  I just want to make sure you know that I'll be doing the work
here, but it's you who's in charge.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," the little girl said simply as she offered a smile.

   "I'm going to take off your shirt, alright?" Phil asked, keeping the
dialogue going as he got down on the floor with Candy.

   "Why?"

   "Well, I said I'm starting slow and it can be fun to start somewhere
else and work up to it," Phil answered.  Candy appeared to understand and
nodded her assent.  Phil began carefully unbuttoning her blouse.  When he'd
gotten it unbuttoned down to about her navel he brought his hands up and
began caressing her undeveloped chest.  After running his hands around her
upper torso he zeroed in on each nipple and gently toyed with them.  Phil
looked up and locked eyes with Candy as he rolled her nipples between his
thumbs and forefingers.  "Do you like this?"

   "Mmmmm," was Candy's response.

   "There's something I think you'll like, but I think it'll be more fun as
a surprise," Phil said as he continued gazing into the youngster's green
eyes.

   "Kay."

   Phil lowered his gaze then ran the fingers of his right hand down
Candy's chest to her tummy, slowly circled her bellybutton a few times and
then started working on the last few button as best as he could with his
better hand.  With his left he kept stimulating the girl's tiny nipple. 
Then in one swift move he pushed his head forward and caught her other
nipple between his lips.  He licked and sucked at her nipple, feeling the
gentle rumbling of Candy's laughter through his lips.  She wrapped her arms
around Phil's head and pulled him tighter to her flat chest.  Success Phil
thought, then again as he fumbled the final button free and began pulling
the blouse off of Candy as best as he could.  Noticing his intentions Candy
released Phil's head and shrugged her way out of her top.

   'Mmmm," came Phil's own excitement as he pulled away from Candy and
licked his lips in an exaggerated fashion.  "I had no idea little girls
tasted so good." Candy let out a loud belly laugh at that.  After her
laughter subsided Phil pulled Candy's legs out from under her and gently
laid her down on the carpet.  Positioned partially over her now, her body
laying to the left with his hands rested on either side of her angelic face
framed in bright red pigtails Phil again locked eyes with her.  "Did you
know that you're just the cutest little girl I know?" Phil asked.  "I just
wanna kiss you."

   A light shone in her eyes when Candy realized what he'd just said. 
"Yeah, that sounds OK," she said with a smile.  Phil wasted no time and
practically attacked the little girl with kisses.  Light fluttery ones at
first, but getting more insistent as he went.  In just a few minutes Phil
was showing Candy the ins and out of deep tongue kisses and was pleased to
discover the second grader was a quick study.

   After a while Phil pulled away.  Candy seemed momentarily disappointed
as she was definitely enjoying their lip wrestling, but with an excited
smile Phil spoke, "There's something I gotta try."

   "Wha-?" Candy asked, clearly puzzled.

   Taking no mind to her confusion Phil just said "I think you'll love it.
I know I will." Phil then moved down towards Candy's lower body, lifted her
legs up a bit and apart then made his way between them.  Phil places his
hands on either side of Candy's hips and she rested her calves on his back.
Then Phil brought his mouth down and started gently kissing her bellybutton
as he looked up at her.  He ratcheted up the intensity much faster now,
working his tongue into the little girl's tummy treasure and just as he'd
hoped she started giggling, a sound he'd come to love hearing.  So he
doubled down, making sweet love to the girl's stomach, evoking ever
stronger laughter from the girl.

   After two solid minutes of laughter Phil finally stopped and gave the
poor girl time to breathe.  "Well?" Phil asked after she'd composed
herself, looking up at her with a grin.  Her only answer was to bop him on
top of the head and giggle some more.

   "I think you're warmed up," Phil said.  "What say we try to find you an
orgasm?"

   "Yes, Please."

   Phil smiled at her and reached under her skirt, searching for the little
girls hips.  Finding what he was after Phil grabbed Candy's panties firmly
with both hands and pulled at them, lifting the girl's bottom right off the
floor in so doing.  The first yank pulled them to her knees and at this
point Candy pointed her feet up and Phil tugged them the rest of the way
off.  He looked at them for just an instant, cute little pink things, then
he casually tossed them behind himself.  Phil looked back to the task at
hand and noted with pleasure that Candy's legs naturally fell splayed wide
apart.  Even in so doing her skirt fell so her entire pussy was fully
exposed.  The girl was a natural.  And what a cute little pussy it was,
Phil thought.  Pudgy little lips and just the slightest bit of her clitoral
hood poking out from the top, but other than that entirely hidden from
view. Phil couldn't wait to see what treasures were hidden between those
lips.  His cock lurched at the very thought.

   "Can you do one thing for me, sweetheart?" Phil asked.  Candy nodded. 
"Can you suck my finger a moment?  I'm gonna need it wet for this next
part." Thinking the request sounded perfectly reasonable the little girl
opened her mouth and Phil placed just his fingertip inside.  As he had
hoped, the young girl started sucking more of his finger into her mouth. 
Phil filed this bit of her eagerness away in the back of his brain, hoping
to use the info in the future.  "That's good," Phil told Candy after having
enjoyed a 30 second finger BJ.  Phil then took that finger and placed it at
the very top of Candy's undeveloped pussy.  He started rubbing it around,
tracing her lips from top to bottom and back again, several times.

   At this point Candy was more than a little interested in what was going
on between her legs, so she propped herself up on one elbow, grabbed the
bit of skirt that threatened to get in the way of everything and finally
lowered her other elbow.  The view wasn't perfect, but she could see what
Phil was doing to her and ever the eager student this was something she
wanted to learn.  Even as her breathing started quickening Candy looked on
with the sort of focus you rarely see from children as young as her as Phil
rubbed her prepubescent pussy, using two fingers now.  She could see that
Phil's finger was wetter.  Of course the little girl knew she got moist
down there, but she never paid any mind to how moist and it surprised her a
little.

   "Does it feel nice?" Phil's question broke the silence of the last few
minutes.

   "Huh?" Candy asked, pulling her gaze from her crotch to look up at Phil.
She knew he said something, but she had no idea what.

   "I asked you if it feels nice," Phil informed her.  "I'm thinking yes,"
he continued with his customary smile.  Who wouldn't be smiling if given
the opportunity to masturbate his adorable little seven year old neighbor,
though?

   "Mmmm, yeah, very," came Candy's response.  "Will my orgasm come soon?"
she asked innocently, obviously not sure of how all of this works.

   "Maybe," Phil told her.  And with her attention away from her crotch for
the moment Phil took the opportunity to do something he wanted to as soon
as his finger touched Candy's tender flesh.  On the next run down the
length of her lips, which had opened just a touch at this point, Phil
didn't stop when reaching the bottom.  Rather, he ran his finger the length
of her perineum and started circling the child's tiny pink anus.  Candy's
eyes got big and she opened her mouth to protest, but just as she did Phil
pressed on her little rosebud.  Not forcefully mind you, but just enough
that all that came from Candy's little lips was a squeak.  At this point
Phil removed his finger from the region of Candy's anus, intentionally
giving her enough time to voice the thought she was about to.

   "What was that?" Candy asked on cue.

   "You liked it and you know it," Phil accused.

   Candy face began taking on that impressive shade of scarlet again, but
she didn't offer a denial.  "So what if I did?" she almost spat, seeming on
the attack.

   Phil didn't want her unhappy again, so he settled on the tactic of
distraction by bringing his fingers to his mouth and giving them a suck. 
"Mmm, you do taste good.  Just like candy." And she did, too.  Phil was an
avid fan of the female anus, so to him the flavor of Candy's ass was
delightful.

   "Eeeewww," Candy cried in disgust.  "You just rubbed my butt and now
you're licking your finger?"

   "As you get older, Candy," Phil began, "you'll learn that some things
that might seem gross can offer a lot of excitement.  And speaking of... 
I'm almost positive I can give you that orgasm you want, but not with my
fingers." Phil let the insinuation sink in and waited for Candy's
inevitable question.

   "How?" Simple and to the point, like any other seven year old would be.

   "With my mouth," Phil told the girl.  The firmness in his voice conveyed
to her his confidence.

   "That not...  yucky?" Candy asked.  "I know it makes me feel nice, but I
pee from there too.  Isn't that...  yucky?" She was really stuck on that
term.

   "Not at all," Phil assured her.  "Some men refuse to do that at all, but
others, like myself, really enjoy it.  I can point you to a mob of women
all very pleased at what I could do for them with my mouth.  So, what do
you say?  Remember, you're in charge here."

   "OK," Candy said.

   As much as he was enjoying sex play with his adorable little elementary
school aged partner, Phil wasn't a fan of her one word answers.  Dirty talk
was one of his turn ons.  "What is it that you want, Candy?" he asked,
hoping to get what he wanted before diving between her skinny little legs.

   "An orgasm!" Candy piped up.  "Gimme an orgasm."

   "Yes, yes," said Phil, "but how are you going to get that orgasm?"

   "You're gonna give me it?" She clearly wasn't catching on.

   "I am," Phil assured her, hoping in the back of his mind that he was
right.  "But I want you to tell me how, it's kind of a fun thing for some
people.  It's called dirty talk."

   "Ohh OK!" Candy chimed, "I get it now!  Phil, I want you to give me an
orgasm with your mouth.  I want you to lick me all up and taste me." Phil's
cock throbbed once again at the sound of this innocent looking little girl
telling him, in the sweetest voice you've ever heard, to taste her pussy.

   "Yes ma'am," Phil said before laying down between the child's slim legs,
grabbing her narrow hips and practically pulling her little pussy into his
mouth.  Upon contact Phil noticed two things.  First he noticed just how
soft and silky smooth Candy's prepubescent pussy felt against his lips and
tongue and secondly he noticed her flavor.  It was nothing like any of the
adult women he'd pleasured in the past.  The taste was subdued in
comparison, but so much sweeter than any other pussy he'd eaten, completely
lacking the muskiness every one of his previous partners had.  The child
was positively delicious, Phil thought.

   To her credit Candy kept up the vocalizing, telling Phil what felt
merely good and what felt amazing as the grown man gave the little girl
beneath him the tongue lashing of a lifetime.  "Oh yeah, Phil, lick me
right there," she said as Phil ran his tongue between her outer lips,
caressing her inner lips with the tip of his tongue.  Encouraged by her
reaction Phil moved up and sucked Candy's clitoral hood wholly into his
mouth.  "Mmmm, wow!" came her reaction.  "That feels so good, Phil.  Lick
me right there." Phil was really getting into it, but it still wasn't quite
enough for him.  Candy needed a lesson in vocabulary, he thought.  He
released her hood from his mouth and looked up at her.  Waiting for her to
open her eyes and ask the problem.  "What's up?" Candy asked as she looked
down at her grown neighbor between her legs.

   "I really love your enthusiasm," Phil said, but I think you need a
little lesson, OK?" The child nodded.  "This thing," Phil said as he
stroked her from the hood down to the bottom of her lips, "Is your pussy.
But don't let your mom hear you say that," Phil chuckled at that.  "When
I'm licking you there you might say 'yeah, lick my pussy' or even 'eat my
pussy.' Those are always crowd pleasers."

   "Gotcha," Candy said with a smile.

   "And if you give me just a moment," Phil continued, "I'm gonna show you
what your clit is.  You'll know when I do.  I'll tell you more later, but I
don't want you to get bored with your dirty talk, is that alright?"

   "Yeah, that's alright," Candy said.  Then a devilish grin crossed her
lightly freckled face and she went on.  "Can you just shut up and eat my
pussy please?" The erection that had been forgotten due to the pressure on
it from his position on the floor throbbed once more and Phil eagerly dove
between Candy's legs again.  Just as ordered Phil ate Candy's pussy but
good.  "Oh yes, Phil, lick my pussy good," Candy encouraged.  Then a few
moments into the task Phil brought his hands up to the silky skin of her
pussy and carefully pulled her lips apart.  He gave the insides of her
pussy a good talking to, even going to far as to caress her little hymen
with the tip of his tongue.  After eating his fill of Candy's honey pot as
the girl continued giving him vocal inspiration Phil moved his fingers
northward just a bit and pulled up on her clitoral hood exposing the
clitoris itself.  Phil almost gasped.  It was simply the tiniest, most
delicate looking little clit he'd ever seen, which of course was no
surprise.  It was maybe the size of a Q tip and thanks to the stimulation
he'd given Candy so far it was swimming in little girl sauce.  Almost
intimidated by how positively fragile it looked Phil ever so gently reached
his tongue out and brushed the tiny jewel with the very tip of his tongue.
"EEEEEEEEP!" Candy shrieked, her back arching to about its physical limit.

   Scared he may have hurt her Phil backed away.  "Are you alright, Candy?"
Phil asked cautiously.

   "YES!" was her excited response.  "That was my clit, wasn't it?"

   "Yeah, yeah it was," Phil confirmed, looking deep into Candy's green
eyes as he did.

   "Can you do it again?" the little girl asked.

   "Yeah, but um," Phil stalled.  Thinking on his feet he got up a bit,
reached over, grabbed Candy's discarded blouse and handed it to her.  "Do
you think you can ball that up and bite down on it?" Phil asked, "I don't
want the neighbors thinking someone's murdering you in here."

   "I can do anything you want if you do that again!" Candy informed the
man.  Absolutely thrilled that he was able to give the child the pleasure
he had promised Phil watched Candy roll up her blouse and stuff what she
could into her mouth.  Once he saw that was done Phil got back down to
business.  Sitting now Phil leaned over bringing himself right down to
Candy's delightful little pussy.  He once again lifted the hood, exposing
the tiny little bundle of nerves, then he brought out his tongue,
positioning it just below the little nubbin he licked in one quick motion,
bottom to top.  Once again Candy's back arched and when it did Phil lifted
her up and into his arms such that she was now bent backwards from Phil's
grasp, downwards towards the floor.  Her head hovered inches from the
floor, her pigtails pooling on the carpet, Candy having instinctively
reached out to catch herself with her hands when Phil lifted her.  Her legs
projected out past Phil's head, her heels coming to rest on his back.  Phil
gave her one more tentative lick, her muffled response confirming that the
blouse was still in place.  Now Phil had the child just where he wanted her
and he started licking and sucking her clit with abandon.  Phil knew damn
well that there was no way Candy would be able to take very much of this
and sure enough the child started shuddering into her first orgasm after no
more than twenty second of full on stimulation.  As her orgasm hit Phil
started lowering the little girl to the floor, keeping up his assault as he
did so and in just a few more second her shudders turned to full on
convulsions.  It was at this point that Phil laid off the poor child's
overly sensitive little organ.  Phil laid her in place on the carpet and
watched in amazement as she continued to shake for at least another forty
five seconds.

   After her orgasm finally passed Candy just lay there, almost gasping for
breath.  Phil pulled away the blouse to ensure she could do so.  After a
full minute Phil waved his hand past her eyes, but there was still no
reaction from the girl.  Phil took the opportunity to do something else he
enjoyed.  Phil laid back down between Candy's legs, but then he lifted them
up and over her, giving him full access to her wrinkled little anus.  Phil
tongue bathed the little girl's pink little rosebud for at least a few
minutes, delighting in the sharp flavor of the child's ass before he
finally heard the girl's weak voice.  "Ph- Phil, are you there?" Candy
gasped.

   She clearly wasn't still entirely with it, being completely unaware that
Phil was eating her asshole.  He pulled away, gently let her legs down and
got back to a sitting position over her, swearing that no matter what it
took he'd find his way back to Candy's anus.  "How you feel?" he asked,
genuinely concerned for her well being.  In all his years Phil had never
seen an orgasm quite like that.

   "Amazing," came Candy's breathless reply.

   "So you liked your first orgasm?" Phil asked.  He wasn't teasing in the
least.  He was eagerly looking forward to the second grader's description
of her body shaking climax.

   "Yeah, Yeah I did," Candy answered.  "You were right, that was the best
thing ever." Just then the timer in the kitchen went off.

   "Think you can tell me about it over dinner?" Phil asked.  "We're having
lasagna."

   "I, I, I...  I don't think I can move," was Candy's answer.  Her
breathing had at least come down to something approaching normal.

   "Tell ya what, kiddo.  I'll go set the table, pull out the lasagna and
get everything ready.  If you're still not ready I'll come get you, deal?"

   "Kay"

   Her one word response didn't bug Phil in the least this time." Am I
gonna have to spoon feed you, Candy?" Phil asked with chuckle.

   "Maybe?"



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