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Anika was 6 when I met her.  If I'd known about the Source earlier,

she'd have been just one of many but she was my first.

   I had read an ad in one of the many perv mags I'd found about the Source
so I traveled to Amsterdam to check it out.  Took a dozen emails, a couple
of phone calls, and $1000 US in advance but it all turned out to be well
worth it.  I found myself in a mid-scale typical Amsterdam row house in the
Moroccan district.  My host, who ridiculously called himself "Joe", seemed
very hospitable, offered a thick brew of coffee and told me to sit quietly
on a low couch.

   A door opened, a tapestry pulled aside, and a young girl was pushed into
the room.  She was thin, tiny, and naked, standing no more than 4 feet
tall. Her straight jet black hair hung to her waist.  Her eyes, carefully
made up, were penetrating.  Her breast development was nonexistent, her
bald pussy puffy and light brown, her bare feet adorned with bright red
toenail polish.  She slowly walked toward me, her arms clutching herself as
she shivered in the cold room.  Joe spoke to her in a language I did not
understand and she dropped her arms to her sides and settled in my lap,
pressing her face to my chest.

   "She is yours for the night, my friend.  She has not been penetrated yet
and I would very much like for her to be returned in the same condition if
at all possible.  She will be checked, of course.  If it is found that she
is not intact, then the fee will be doubled.  You may check her now to
verify she is a virgin." Joe arose and showed me the door to a secure
bedroom.  I gathered the naked child in my arms and carried her across the
floor.  She offered no resistance when I laid her down.

   The dim light from the single bulb dangling from the ceiling allowed me
to view all of her that I wanted.  I had never been with a naked little
child before.  I honestly didn't know what to do with her.  I knew I wanted
to touch her and that I could.  I wanted to very much.  I looked at her
laying there.  What was I to do first?  Should I be gentle, should I be
rough and demanding?  I felt my cock growing in my pants as I gazed at her.
I removed my jacket, then undid my slacks.  She watched me with those
heavily made up eyes.

   I smiled at her but she did not respond.  I felt embarrassed to be there
with my clothes on and her naked.  I undid the buttons on my shirt and
dropped it atop my jacket on the one chair in the room.  My shoes went
next, then my socks and slacks.  I stood there above her in my black Joe
Boxer briefs, my cock at almost full hard.  I was going to have sex with a
child for the first time in my life.  My head began to swim - was I really
going to do this?  Was I going to cross a boundary that had no return?

   I lay beside her on the bed, turning her small body toward me, pressing
her naked flesh against mine.  I propped her little head up on my right arm
as I caressed her.  My left hand reached around her, pulling her tightly
against me.  I ran my hand up and down her back, finally reaching down to
her behind, cupping it in my palm.  I held her entire ass in one hand and
humped her against me.  My cock was now in full raging hard, pressing
against her thigh.  I kissed her.  The idea, the realization, overcame me.
I was alone in bed with a naked girl child, a small child with whom I could
do as I wished.

   My kiss grew more passion.  I was kissing a little girl.  The softness
of her lips intoxicated me.  I felt my inhibitions lessen and weaken.  The
world grew small, intensely small.  All there was in my world was the
moment and the child.  My hands took on a life of their own and I began to
caress her.  I rolled her on to her back and reached for her chest, her
flat undeveloped chest with two tiny little areolae and pointy little
nipples.  My kisses grew intense.  My tongue explored the child's mouth, I
kissed her eyes, her ears, I moved down to her neck and gave passionate
kisses.  Her shoulders, then her chest.  I found her childish breasts and
found heaven.

   I hadn't understood the wondrousness of a child's breasts.  The girl
moaned slightly as I kissed them, her first indication of feeling or
understanding anything.

   My hand wandered to her stomach, her belly.  It moved further down.  I
felt her open her legs.  Tentatively I ran my fingers lightly touching her.
I reached her mons.  I hesitated.  I was about to touch a child's vagina. I
had to savor this moment.  This was a life changing moment, the end of a
dream, a fantasy fulfilled, a bridge crossed.  Legal boundaries had already
been shattered but this was a moral boundary.  It had to be my lips that
touched it first.  I had to commit to the act.  I moved down the child's
body, gently spreading her legs farther apart.  I moved between them.  She
knew what I was about.  She bent her knees, bringing her virgin pussy up to
meet me.

   The intoxicating aroma of an excited child is impossible to adequately
describe but I smelled her.  My head again swan with the excitement.  I was
about to kiss a child's pussy.  I looked at it.  All smooth and bare.  No
hair had ever grown here, no blood had ever passed through it.  The slit
straight and inviting.  No hint of a bulging clitoris.  A perfect little
cunt, yet eager to be kissed, willing to be eaten by some adult who had
paid the privilege.  Had there been others?  Yes, probably.  I didn't care.
It was mine for the night.

   I bent forward.  A quarter, nay an eighth of an inch from it, my lips
felt her warmth, my nostrils flared with the aroma of soap and child.  I
lightly kissed it.  I held the kiss for seconds.  There was no retreat. 
She would be eaten.  My mind lost all control.  I sank my face into the
child.  My tongue began to explore, her tiny slit, her incredibly tight
hole, her half BB size clit.  I held her small ass cheeks with both hands
as I pressed my face into her crotch.  I rubbed my face over her pussy from
ear to ear, my chin to my eyes.  Then I clamped down on her cunt with my
mouth, sucking her into me.

   I realized the child was holding my head with both hands, pulling me
into her, wanting me to probe her deeper, harder.  She began bucking
against my face.  Her breath came in gasps, she began squealing as I ate
her, biting her lips, shoving my tongue inside her, licking her from clit
to butt hole.

   I felt her quiver, spasm, groan.  She climaxed.  It seemed to last for
minutes although it may have been but seconds.  She had come.

   I came to my senses a few moments later and crawled up beside her and
caressed her body next to mine.  Our lips met in a soft kiss.  We slept for
a while.  I awoke cold but with a marvelous feeling in my groin.  My cock
was rock hard, wet, and warm.  It startled me for just a moment until I
realized what Anika was doing.  I looked down to see the child still naked,
her long black hair draped across my stomach, my cock in her mouth as she
bobbed up and down, doing her childish best to suck me.  I took her head in
my hands and held her still.  I began a slow hump of her mouth, pulling
out, pushing back in, fucking her little face.

   As I felt my climax approach, I pushed in all the way, held it there for
a moment, blocking off her air.  I pulled back allowing her to breath and
repeated the move.  My thrusts grew heavier, more demanding, my toes curled
as a climax began.  My first burst went deeply down her throat.

   Anika did well.  She swallowed most of my cum.  Only the last burst
escaped and hit her on the nose and eyes.  She climbed up on top of me and
I licked my cum off her face.

   I would visit the Source three more times during that first visit. 
Twice I had other girls, the final time again with Anika.  Joe finally
agreed to sell her to me when she is older, maybe when she is 8.  But she
probably won't still be a virgin at that age, he said.  That's too old to
still be unspoiled.  I'm not sure how I'll get her back to the States. 
Maybe I'll have to move to Europe.

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