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 Hidden in Plain Sight

   Mg7, seduce, molest, ped.



   Chapter One



   The day it began was similar to any other, lazy, summer day.  He offered
to take the boy swimming and, as usual, his friends quickly invited
themselves along.  It was okay, he wasn't working anyway.  Had all day to
do whatever.  Most of the tag along friend's parents were at work on this
August Tuesday.  So he agreed to watch the neighborhood kids in the pool.
He knew them all, they were good kids and the consensus was he was a pretty
cool Dad, too.  The kids were all boys, ranging from 6-10 years old.  A
couple of them had to secure permission from the person responsible for
their care.  The others never had to ask, there was no one to ask.  Besides
himself, of course.  He agreed to watch them all.  So, he was sitting
beneath a canvas umbrella, reading a magazine, drinking a cold beer and
listening to the gang raise hell in the pool.  No other adults around,
fortunately.  He could've caught hell for the beer if the property manager
had gotten wind of it.  "Dad...dad", his boy was calling him.  He glanced
up and saw the two little girls at the wrought-iron fence, staring
wistfully at the pool.  Wow.  They were slim, dark beauties with long,
black hair.  Obviously sisters.  His son came running up, breathless,
dripping water, "Dad?" He tore his gaze from the little beauties.  "Dad,
who?" "You", his son replied, "can you watch them if their Mom says it's
all right?" He gestured at the two forlorn girls who he realized were
staring at him hopefully.  He brightened, he loved little girls.  "Sure",
he said, waving at them.  Immediately they turned and ran down the street.
To ask their momma, no doubt.  He was fervently hoping they would return.

   A few minutes later both girls appeared, towels wrapped around their
waists, big smiles on their faces.  Trailing them was a slender woman with
an infant in her arms.  He rose to open the locked gate for the girls and
greet their mother.  She chattered at the two girls in rapid Spanish as
they slipped by him, he saw the older sister roll her eyes in exasperation.
The woman smiled wearily at him as he reassured her about her children's
safety.  The infant began to cry loudly, staring up at him from her arms.
"She doesn't speak any English".  He jumped, a bit startled.  The younger
girl was at his elbow, smiling.  Her mother backed away with a few muttered
"Gracias, gracias".  He looked down at the girl.  Her eyes were dark, her
teeth tiny, her nose was a little long for her face.  She had a noticeable
fine moustache.  "Are you gonna swim in that towel"?  He teased her gently.
Her sister was already submerged in the pool.  She considered his question.
"Uh huh", she said, taking the towel from her skinny frame and handing it
to him, "will you hang it up for me"?  He saw her self-satisfied look, her
little smile.  He saw her pink lips, the wet tongue darting out a bit.  He
saw her impossibly long eyelashes, her confidence in his capitulation, her
surety in her feminine charms.  "Please", she added, knowing he could never
refuse her or resist her.  She could ask him anything.  They both knew it,
in that brief moment.  She turned and leaped into the pool and he quickly
stowed away her towel and dove in himself.  He played with the boys for a
few minutes, ignoring the girls.  "Throw me, throw me..." they shouted. 
"My turn, my turn now" they cried.  He rough housed with them, all the
while acutely aware of the little girls presence, her every move.  Finally,
she began moving closer to him and he pleaded exhaustion to the boys
warding off their pleas, shrugging off their disappointment.  He moved
slightly toward the girl, his head turned away as if oblivious of her.  His
penis began to swell as he searched for an opening to use with her.  He
turned to acknowledge her, her close proximity to him, his thoughts rushing
through his head.  She smiled that mysterious smile at him, that self
satisfied smirk.  He saw the water droplets on her ears, her eyebrows, he
saw her perfect little form beneath the water and the fine dark hair
growing thickly on her forearms.  His cock jumped to half mast or more as
she held her arms out to him.  Blindly, he gripped her arms and pulled her
into a close embrace.  Her arms slipped around his shoulders and she
pressed herself up against him.  "Hi," she said.  "Hey," he said thickly,
his heart thudding, "what is your name"?  Her skin was smooth and silky and
he felt where it touched him like an electric jolt.  His hands were on her
tiny waist.  He slid them down her suit to her bare legs and then up to her
perfect little ass cheeks, cupping her gently.  She laughed , delighted,
her knee pressed insistently into his hardness.  "Christina" she whispered
into his neck, "Christie...I'm only seven, you know.  I like you".  She
turned in his arms, "Lift me up, okay"?  She lay on her back, his arms
beneath her, her eyes locked onto his, her look was ancient, older than
this little girl could possibly know.  Her arm drifted down, her hand
brushing his leg, touching his cock where it strained against his shorts in
an effort to point straight up.  He looked down at her, her flat stomach,
her pretty belly button, the fine line of black hair disappearing up under
her tank top, her bikini bottom.  She had no hips and was very skinny.  He
leaned forward, sniffing her.  She arched her back and he saw the proud
bulge of her pussy, the lips faintly outlined in the wet material.  Slowly,
the noise and commotion around them, around him became audible again. 
Guiltily he glanced around, sure that his motives had been bared to all. 
The boys continued on with their game, making up new rules as they went,
shouting, arguing, laughing.  Ignoring him and the small girl in his arms.
He released her and she slipped down into the water, staring at the bulge
in his trunks.  He reached down into his shorts and adjusted himself
quickly.  He stared at her little ass beneath the water.  She rose to the
surface, her legs scissoring around his waist.  He pressed the upright
hardness that was his cock right into the center of her, her tiny pussy
lips smashed against him.  She gasped a little.  He gripped her hips, his
fingers splayed down across her ass and rubbed her up and down on himself.
She was straight out in the water, looking at him manipulate her.  Allowing
him to use her on him.  He stopped suddenly.  How does that look to someone
watching?  He wondered.  Nobody was, though.  "Do that again", she ordered
him, "do that some more, I like it when you do it".  She pressed her
obscenely spread legs against him, he dropped his hand down between them,
his thumb traced her small crack, down to her ass, up to the sharp, bony
prominence at the top.  She wriggled on him, lost in the pleasurable
feelings he was giving to her.  He bent his head down, his thumb caressing
her rhythmically.  She pressed up at him, he dropped his mouth to her
quickly, to her center.  His nostrils flared as her scent came to him, the
tip of his nose was touching the top of her jutting bare mound.  He kissed
her deeply, his tongue pressed her swimsuit into her vaginal opening and
then he let her go, continuing his motion he dove beneath her and swam to
the opposite end of the pool, his heart beating wildly.  He climbed from
the pool and laid face down on the hot concrete, turning his face away from
the sun.  Almost immediately he ejaculated, in his mind still with his
mouth on her sweet center.  The orgasm was one of the strongest he'd ever
experienced and he was shocked at his reaction to the child.  Softly, he
moaned as the spasms wracked him, a shadow crossed his face and he opened
his eyes to the girl above him.  " I want you to do that with me some
more", she said quietly, "when no one's around us and we can keep it a
secret".  She smiled at him, conspiring with him.  "I won't tell...okay"?
He nodded weakly, dazed by her, wanting her.  He knew and she knew, too. 
He would do anything she asked.



   Chapter Two

   The opportunity was not long in presenting itself.  It just seemed
interminable to him.  He spent the intervening time after the brief
encounter in the pool desperately scheming and dreaming.  Plans were
hatched, considered, attempted, rejected.  He was obsessing over the tiny
second grader.  In the end it was just circumstance and luck.  He found
himself alone in the morning sun.  His son and his mother had left the
night before on the long drive to where her childhood friend now lived in a
neighboring state.  The mobile home echoed emptily around him as he
prepared his breakfast.  They lived on the very end of the row of trailers,
the last lot on the last row and separated by two vacant trailers.  He
heard a flurry of footsteps followed by a rapping on the door.  His son's
friend Cameron apparently hadn't gotten the news.  "He's not here". 
Patiently he relayed the information, where did he go, when will he be
home?, etc.  "Okay".  Cameron skipped away.  He returned to the kitchen,
washing his dishes from the meal just finished.  From the corner of his eye
he saw the children, the two girls, Christie and her sister, her name
turned out to be Angelita.  Furtively they entered the driveway gate and he
opened the kitchen door to the rear steps.  The door creaked open a crack
as they mounted the stairs.  "He's not home, ladies." He heard a furious,
whispered exchange between the two.  "Can we borrow the scooter?" the older
girl asked through the door.  "Sure, go ahead, just bring it back, okay?"
his cock throbbed in his shorts.  "We will." He sagged against the edge of
the sink and freed his diamond cutter from the restriction of his shorts.
Damn it, that girl meant instant-erection for him.  He forced himself to
stillness, listening to the girls chatter and the racket they were raising
as they looked for the scooter in question.

   A wave of frustration and disappointment washed over and through him,
surprising him with its intensity.  He had spent many hours fantasizing
about Christie, about the methods he'd use to be alone with her in a safe
and comfortable location.  He had been abusing his membrane at an
accelerated pace since their brief encounter at the pool.  Trying to
relieve the unprecedented level of desire and lust the seven year old had
awoken in him.  He almost successfully resisted the impulse to pull aside
the grimy curtains obscuring his view of the girl.  His hesitation was
derived of his conscious reluctance to be observed by another adult as he
ogled the elementary school girls.  The two plus decades since the onset of
puberty finally happened for him (in his junior year of high school) had
finally confirmed the fact that his sexual preference would not mature as
his body inevitably had.  He'd naively held on to that hope despite the
fact that he'd been active sexually for as long as he could remember.  His
attraction had always been for girls.  Little girls.  He was a very
intelligent, curious and persuasive little boy with a voracious appetite
for books, the vocabulary of an adult and an insatiable urge to touch
pretty little girls where everyone thought you shouldn't.  He had earned
the well deserved reputation in his neighborhood as the biggest pervert for
miles around.  He was faintly ashamed of his predilection for females
several years before adolescence would claim them.  The realization of
society's condemnation of such behavior and the likely consequences of
being discovered perpetrating those perversions was not lost on him either.
The unfortunate fact was neither of those things would serve as a deterrent
to him attaining his satisfactions.  He used his considerable gifts of
intellect and a natural wiliness refining the art of concealing his true
proclivities.  He developed and refined the processes and subterfuge
necessary to maintain a cover, to conceal his actual objectives of
acquiring access or proximity to pretty little girls, he dated women his
age, cultivated a reputation as a incorrigible bachelor that never
restricted himself to just one woman.  He fucked around constantly, had
always more than pleased and satisfied his many sexual partners and greatly
enjoyed sex with full grown women.  That was never faked, though he knew it
could be by a man just as much as a woman.  He was an extroverted,
handsome, intelligent guy, he liked people and people liked him.  He could
easily insert himself as a regular fixture in the peripheries of people's
lives, a friend, a person to trust, invariably willing to lend a hand,
share a beer, a laugh or a unpleasant chore.  He maneuvered and manipulated
through many lives, no adult ever really knew him at all.  The children
knew him, though.  It was perhaps his most endearing and disarming trait.
The effortless, easy way he was with children.  He liked them and they
liked him.  Often immediately and at first sight.  This, of course, was
also not in any way contrived.  He really did love kids, related to them
without talking down to them.  This phenomenon was not exclusive to gender,
he liked boys, too.  Not sexually, not ever anything like that.  The girls
were always the motivation for him.  Age young as five years attracted him.
As old as ten or eleven years.  He had made mistakes in his early years,
too eager, too careless and too obvious.  Inevitably, a few kids had
accused him of improprieties.  Over the years he had been frightened of
exposure, terrified of incarceration and many times he had regretted the
sexual compromise of a child that ended badly.  He had learned many
lessons, had eventually fathered a son of his own which, strangely enough,
had the effect of modifying his sexual appetites.  He was too smart and too
careful to be found in any indiscretions with his son's playmates.  The
opportunities he had once actively sought out were no longer feasible.  A
wise man would never shit where he dines, so to speak.  Slowly, he eased
the curtain back to the edge of the window.  Fuck it, he thought, I'm
fuckin' alone here for a few days and she just came up to my door.  I need
to see her...to look at her and fuck anyone who might see me being a perve.
The two girls had gotten the scooter from the shed and were leaving, by the
sound of it.  Impulsively he pulled both sides of the curtain open, his
cock jumping in time with his elevated heartbeat.  The sisters were the
only persons in sight, the older girl, Angelita, pushing the scooter
possessively.  He slid the window noisily and both heads swiveled up to
stare at him in surprise.  "Be careful, ladies...okay?" He spoke in a low
tone of voice, smiling at them widely.  His eyes were devouring every
detail.  A large dollop of pre-ejaculate oozed from the head of his pecker.
"We will..." They giggled, falling close together and whispering excitedly.
And loudly.  He could hear every word.  He wished again that he had chosen
Spanish as a language in school.  German, what the hell was he thinking?  A
fascination with the Second World War at the time led to that poor choice.
He could still count to 1000 in Deutsch.  He reveled in the extended
moments to record the beauty of Christie.  Her hair was so black, straight
and fine.  It shone almost blue, in the sun, hanging over her right
shoulder, a little.  Falling in lush profusion to the center of her ass
crack.  Her skin was a satiny brown, He squeezed his cock to stop from
coming.  The whispers grew fierce, an apparent argument.  Angelita stood a
full head above her sister.  Her frame was skinny, tall, awkward as she
grew into an adolescent.He gazed at the two little Mexican girls adding
details to the spank bank.  Suddenly they were silent, glaring at each
other.  It didn't appear as if Christie had ever backed down from her
bigger sister.  "He can hear what you told me!" The words were spat out of
Angelita's mouth.  They both turned to stare at me.  "Can you?" Christie
didn't want to believe anything her sister said, that was certain.  "Every
word", he said quietly, "but I don't speak Espanol.  No habla." They
considered this information for a moment.  He stroked his cock, about to
explode and wondered if they noticed anything unusual.  He sure hoped they
did.  Another whispered couple of phrases in Spanish and Angelita smiled,
nodding her head and pulled the scooter to the gate, quickly.  He watched
her sweet, skinny ass as she hurried away.  They had obviously come to some
kind of agreement, no doubt concerning the scooter.  Only one could ride it
at a time.  She passed through the still open gate and prepared to ride
away.  He watched curiously as she turned and smiled at him, shut the gate
and shouted softly.  "Bye." He turned to look fully at Christie, she had
paused and was vigorously scratching her calf.  "Where's your little boy?"
"Not home, right now,"he paused, knowing it would be better if she left,
right now.  "Better go catch your sister...Tina." That was what he decided
he would call her, from now on.  She shook her head defiantly, the black
hair sexy.  He saw her lips were red and shiny.  He wanted her so badly,
right then.  "She's goin' down to the store for my cousin..." she looked
around nervously, her voice dropped low, "he's sleepin', my Mama's not home
`cause she has to work." She climbed the stairs to the back stoop,
disappearing from my view.  "You didn't shut your door, you know?" He
grabbed a dishtowel to hide his excitement and desire and walked to the
open door, to pull it closed.  "Can I have a drink of water, please?" she
asked from the stoop.  He opened the door and motioned her inside.  She
slipped quickly in and he closed the door behind her.  She grinned up at
him.  Knowingly, somehow.  "You're gonna get me in trouble, little girl."
He pointed at the five gallon water cooler behind her.  "Glasses are right
there," he waved at the drainboard, "do you know how to fill one with
agua', Tina?" She shrugged, smiling at him as he stood there nervously
holding the towel to hide his dick from her view.  Luckily, the risk and
danger of the situation had cooled his ardor and his throbber was losing
momentum.  As she turned to get a glass, he slipped into the hallway.  "Be
right back."



   Chapter Three



   Hurriedly, he selected a long t-shirt to cover any sight she couldn't
explain and didn't need to see.  She was where he had left her, the still
empty glass in her hand.  Her hand was on her hip, her hip jutted out and
her head was tilted saucily as she smirked at him.  He saw her navel, round
and deep and beautiful.  He was about to tease her about not knowing how to
pour water when she thrust the glass at him.  "You do it for me." This was
said with such assurance and confidence he was speechless.  He accepted the
cup and bent to do her bidding.  She knows, he thought, she can make me do
whatever she wants.  As if she heard this, just as clear as if he had said
it aloud, while she accepted the glass she had demanded he fill for her and
in lieu of a `gracias' she said, clearly and positively, " You have to play
with me, now.  Do anything I say and never tell anybody ever, ever, ever.
You have to kiss my pee pee, all over...and my butt.  Like you did at the
pool.  So I didn't tell anybody if you would play it with me again." He
didn't even try to deny it, talk her out of it.  He needed to make sure
they weren't interrupted or her friends or sister knew everything.  He was
silent for a while, looking at her.  His hands itched to reach and touch
her skin, her hair, to lift her tiny frame and press her against his face,
his chest, his cock.  "You're not old enough...yet." He tested her.  His
erection swelled, the risk, the consequences, everything swam as he leaned
toward her and his nose caught her scent.  Her clean, pretty, tangy, horny
little girl sweat smell.  "All we do is pretend.  You pretend I'm older and
you are my boyfriend.  I had a boyfriend before we moved here.  Me and
Angelita had the same boyfriend for pretending." He mused this over, she
drank the water, anxiously.  "You'll tell your sister.  Bet she already
knows...what if she comes back in a minute?" "She won't...I gave her two
dollars for candy and a coke so she won't come find me." She had such a
look of supplication on her face, He wondered how old the pretend boyfriend
was, how far she had gone.  This was not all that uncommon, girls
introduced to sexual stimulation by a neighbor or relative while the
parents worked.  "Do the same thing you did at the pool.  When we played in
the pool, `kay?" "And I can't ever tell anybody on you?  It's a secret from
everyone else, forever?" She grinned, realizing suddenly she had just
gotten her way, after all.  He pointed to the hallway then whispered
theatrically, "Sssh, go back to that room there, we gotta be quiet.  I'll
lock the doors so nobody can get in." He had given in to the overwhelming
desire, at that moment he may have even if life in prison was the
guaranteed result.  Christie was happy, confident again.  "You have to pick
me up and carry me with you to lock the doors, then back and put me on the
bed." He swept her up in my arms and nuzzled her neck, her ear.  He
whispered gently to her.  "Then I have to kiss you on your panties, huh? 
Take off your clothes and tickle your boobies, rub your pee pee hole."
Quickly, quietly he latched the doors and took her into the dark bedroom.
He dumped her on the bed and she laughed, giggling while he held his finger
to his lips and pantomimed SSSHH!!  He grabbed her legs, marveling at the
smallness, the flawless perfectness of her feet and ankles.  "No flip-flops
allowed on the bed, Tina." She bent easily, her butt coming up off the
mattress as he raised her feet parallel to his face and about the width of
his shoulders.  She was holding her hands tightly over her mouth, he could
see the crinkling of her eyes from her laughter and delight.  He looked at
her spread legs, her shorts gaping wide at the crotch, her neck was bent,
her shoulders on the bed and the rest of her 40 lb frame held up to him, he
lowered her center, spread at her legs, stepping back from the bed-frame,
then picked her off the mattress, she felt very warm and a little damp
where her genitals were shoved into his belly.  Quickly, efficiently he
spun around to lie face up on the bed, the girl was straddling his middle,
her legs bent back, contacting him with her sensitive, bony pussy pressed
to his lower belly, just above his raging, spasming hard-on.  He motioned
for the sandals and she contorted in that impossible way only young
children or trained gymnasts can manage, finally reversing both legs and
laying back on his raised knees, her butt directly on his hardness.  He
gently slipped the foot gear off.  "First, flip.  Then, flop."She balanced
easily atop him, her feet on either side at his rib-cage.  He separated his
legs where she reclined against him a little, trapping her securely in a
more horizontal position.  Now she seemed to be balancing her weight
exclusively where her little tight butt cheeks split around the
unmistakable boner pressed beneath her.  "Kiss my foot." She shoved it in
his face.  He wrinkled his nose in mock disgust and pretended to have been
rendered unconscious by the smell.  But he kept the tiny foot gently but
firmly in his grasp and brought it up to his face.  The arch of her foot
was pressed to his nose, he still feigned coma, the smell was driving him
crazy and Tina was helpless in a paroxysm of giggling and the struggle to
smother their volume.  His tongue extended to her heel, licked
experimentally.  He knew to exercise caution, a violent reaction to his
probing, questing, tickling tongue could cause her to kick him in the
kisser.  Surprisingly, she settled and quietly began to experience the slow
sensations as he lovingly licked the dirty soles of her foot.  He began a
slow gentle journey up her calf and thigh to the place he craved for.  The
hem of her shorts had raised above the gentle, sexy swell of her perfect
little ass cheek, the junction of her thigh, the prominent bony cartilage
and ligaments beneath the skin, the impossibly, sweet mounds of flesh,
tender, damp ,sensitive rising up in two small hemispheres that culminated
in the protrusion of her pelvis.  He tasted her.  He watched the patient
progress of his hands exploring her leg, her ass, her genitals.  He knew
the soft, secret pleasure spots better than she did, of course.  He
massaged and rubbed and stimulated her until his hand was allowed access
anywhere he might desire, she had closed her eyes and seemed to be
concentrating on the myriad of sensations she was experiencing.  Her left
hand had drifted to the top of her mound and she idly, innocently, opened
her labia wide before pressing them back together.  Not so innocently, he
knew.  The hand was underneath the material of her shorts, her hand
obscenely down in her pants.  She was definitely beginning to dampen in
some precursor to the lubrication she would generate as she matured.  He
brought his free hand to his own mouth, the saliva was abundant, a by
product of enjoying licking her foot.  He gathered up as much as he cold
transfer and brought it straight to the center of her, holding her shorts
back and retracting the looser fabric of her panties to expose her bare
pussy to his view, to the air, to the fluid that he spread there to
facilitate his manipulation of her pleasure zones.  "You have to kiss me on
my pee pee now.  Right here." She pointed directly at her tiny aperture
where her vaginal opening was nestled.  "Where...,"he said, teasing
her...."right here?" He pressed a finger into the spot gently parting her
labia and gingerly beginning to dilate her love tunnel.  She nodded her
head, enthusiastically.  "I can't hear you, better show me again.  What do
I have to do?" She growled in genuine annoyance, lifting herself off the
rock under her ass, thrusting her crotch in the air, pointing her finger
there.  Touching it, even.  "Kiss my pee hole...you gotta lick it like my
foot." "Do you WANT me to do that to you?  Would you like that if I licked
your pee hole for you" She nodded impatiently, dropping her ass on his cock
in an effort to expedite matters, he imagined.  "Here...?" He pressed a
thumb to her tiny pussy hole.  He applied direct pressure to the hard
pebble peeking itself out on the top of her slit, rubbing firmly up, down,
side to side.  His thumb gently bounced, tapping her at that tiny indent.
She gasped slightly, her face reddening as she attempted to maximize the
contact.  He was amazed, as usual.  Seven years old and humping the air. 
Wanting to satisfy a faint instinct she had never realized she possessed.
Wanting to fuck.  A finger.  A tongue.  Anything.  Very gratifying.  He
decided he needed to hear her say it.  She needed to hear herself say it.
Might as well, admit it now.  "Lick you right here...you mean??" He let her
roll her ass crack on his dick, gyrating her hips in a delicate dance with
my knowledgeable finger at her clitoris, allowing itself to be slapped and
rolled around by her motions.  His thumb was jammed into her vagina, her
legs were clenched desperately around the arm, the hand.  She was futilely
trying to get my thumb inside her.  I simulated a pistoning cock, driving
into her with pounding, increasing rhythm.  I let her build to the
precipice, the jagged, yearning edge of her orgasm before allowing her to
slide off my erection, lose the contact, the motion, the building climax.
She moaned in frustration, annoyance.  She was not aware I brought her to
that edge, that I knew precisely the moves she wanted to make.  She was
feeling these sensations, probably for the very first time.  She did not
realize where they would eventually take her.  How she would wash up on the
shores of this island, be deposited there, in exhaustion, satiated and
delightfully weary yet somehow, miraculously recharged.  How would she? 
She had never visited those shores before.  Of course she would become
intimately familiar with that place, how to take herself there quickly,
where she was going when along for the ride with a guide, so to speak.  He
snickered inside at her obvious wish to complete the journey but she might
think back on him fondly someday if he held out and teased her more first.
"You gotta take off your shorts and your panties now, huh?" She raised her
head off the mattress.  Questioningly.  "You take them off if you want me
to kiss your pee hole and your butt hole, don't ya?" She arched her ass up
and struggled to pull the shorts down.  Finally, he helped her.  Her
panties were just basic white, plain little girl panties.  They remained on
her hips, slightly askew, damp all over, downright wet in spots.  He loved
them, wanted to keep them, press her smell to his nose as he flogged his
dog, naked on the top of the bed.  "Pull those off if you want me to lick
you down there." She struggled to peel them down.  He saw the faint line
where her tan met the skin untouched by the sun.  Finally, she kicked them
off her foot, he noted the direction, hoping for possession of them after
she had left.  "You like me to lick you down here?" He laid his finger on
the slit, her legs were now tightly together, open to his sight but closed
to his ministrations.  She nodded, slightly.  Embarrassed.  He had to get
her past that, right?  "Say it, Tina.  Say you want me to lick your crotch,
your pussy, your butt..." She shook her head.  No.  He agreed, moving away
a little.  Her smell was exquisite, he could lick her all day long and
twice on Sunday.  "You gotta ask, you gotta say please.  If that's really
what you want me to do...Is it?" She nodded weakly.  "You want me to
do...what...you gotta ask me.  Please.  Tell me where you want me to lick."
"Right here..."she pointed.  He urged her to open her legs, a little bit. A
small nudge.  Her knees fell apart.  He admired the exposed view of her
genitalia.  He wanted to kiss it more than anything, ever.  A line of drool
escaped his mouth, pooling atop her thigh, sliding down the inside as her
legs spread wider.  Involuntarily.  Instinctually, maybe.  He leaned
closer, she opened further.  He stopped and tantalized her, and himself. 
His breath warmed and tickled her.  Her smell urged him in.  His tongue
ventured out in a straight, hard point.  His eyes were on her face as she
was laying there, trembling faintly.  Anticipating.  The flood of saliva in
his mouth threatened to overflow his lips, his teeth.  His tongue, hot,
hard, pointy went straight to her pussy hole and he allowed the flood of
spit to drain onto her as he relentlessly dug his tongue into her slowly
widening vagina.  She squirmed, her legs spread wide, her ass rocking
forward with her efforts to help him insert his tongue in the tiny hole. 
His upper lip was a stiff, warm, wet rasp, flicking back and forth on her
clit.  Not so little now.  He felt the hardness, the nearness of the bones
beneath that little nub of flesh.  She raised her knees from their wide
stance on the duvet, he gleefully watched the expected movement, knowing
she wanted to lock her thighs around his head and use his face to finally
go to climaxing.  Quickly, he withdrew from her, his face from her steaming
pussy crack.  He pulled her little, beautiful body closer to him, she was
completely frustrated, she needed something, she didn't know what yet.  But
it was close.  He looked at her with a serious expression.  "Y' know what?"
She shook her head and looked at him.  Waiting.  "YOU ARE NASTY.  You want
me to lick your crotch.  Your butt.  HUH?" She nodded...hopefully, he
imagined.  "Spread yourself open, nasty girl." He gestured.  "Here.  This
is your pussy.  Spread it open for me." He gripped her hands, gently drew
them down to herself.  Murmuring softly to her the whole time.  Such a
beautiful pussy, such a sexy girl, I want to eat your pussy all day.  It
tastes so good.  You are so pretty, the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.  He
touched her gently, spreading her first.  Showing her how.  He bent to kiss
her softly, licking her belly button.  Then lower.  Her little,
under-developed clitoris was prominent, now.  He kept his face close to
her, telling her about loving her smell, her feel, her taste.  Telling her
how good she looked.  Gently touching her.  Then gently licking her,
allowing her to watch him.  She began to respond faster then he would have
believed.  A second-grader for Christ's sake, spread naked beneath a full
grown man.  A bit embarrassing, a little intimidating.  He gentled her some
more, quietly encouraging her and soon she was moving toward an even higher
peak than the previous approaches.  He was going to gratify her, this time.
His tongue felt as though he was ripping the sinew connecting it to the
floor of his mouth.  She was ready for the final ascent to the summit. 
"Spread your pussy open, Tina, do it for me, okay?" She was already doing
just that, she could go wider though.  Now she needed to ask for it,
politely.  "Yeah pretty, naughty girl, spread that pussy." His fingers
lightly touched her skin, her breath rasped in and out, the tendons in her
arms were visible as she strained to spread herself wider for him.  He bent
forward, applying his tongue, quickly, lightly, teasingly up and down her
center.  "Nasty girl, I wanna lick it, wanna tongue-fuck you,baby.  You
want me to lick your pussy for you?" She moaned, cried out, trying to tell
him but needing oxygen at a higher priority.  Her head was jerking up and
down, he saw the sweat on her neck, her blouse still on but pulled up and
bunched just below her underarms.  He used his knowledge of the
physiological responses of the hundreds of females he had traveled with to
this point.  He touched her, never applying the pressure she craved, but
exacerbating the impending urgency of the end.  Helplessly, controlled,
manipulated, he took her higher, deeper, farther perhaps than any novitiate
should ever go on the initial trip.  "Want me to lick you, baby?...say it!!
Ask me, please.  Spread open your pussy and beg me to lick you, Tina.  `Cuz
I really, really wanna.  Can I?  Just ask me to lick your pussy, `kay?"
Just say Please, tongue fuck my pussy, eat my pussy, I wanna bury my tongue
in you." She convulsed, throwing her head back, fighting for sufficient
breath to supply the oxygen her heart rate demanded and the words to
release her.  She grabbed my hair, none too gently, I looked up at her,
proud of her obvious effort, willing her silently to push past the weird
things that hold you back from asking, begging for what you really, really
want and need.  She spasmed, her hips trying vainly to push herself, her
center up to my lips.  I inserted my pinkie digit into the dilated little
virgin pussy and began finger-fucking her, in and out, concentrating on her
rhythms.  I chanted to her in the same beat.  "Say it, baby.  Say it.Tell
me what to do." She screamed.  "PLEASE, TONGUE-FUCK MY PUSSY, PLEASE LICK
ME,PLEASE, PLEASE, pleasssseee" He raised her up to his mouth, his hands
beneath her cramping, jumping little globes.  Her perfect ass cheeks.  He
clamped his mouth to her jutting ridge, his finger was now burying itself
in her tight, velvet sheath.  She bucked like a wild horse on loco weed but
he stayed with her, sucking her entire pussy into his mouth, his tongue
drummed on her nerve ganglion and the ride never lasted eight seconds.  He
had never witnessed such an intense climax on any woman in his experience.
Certainly never for any other young, compliant and vulnerable girl at the
age of seven years.  Carefully, he brought her down, easy.  He knew any
tactile stimulation in any sensitive area could send her over the cliff and
across that fine line which separates intense pleasure and agonizing pain.
He knew she was unsure exactly what had happened or how she might have
gotten there.  He calmed her with murmured inanities, soothing her.  It's
okay, baby.  That was so good, you feel so good, that felt so good.  You
are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, so pretty, so pretty.  You're
okay.  He rose and wet a wash-cloth, some scented oil and water in a small
bowl and gently bathed her.  He some her come back to reality.  He covered
her nudity nonchalantly, knowing her fear, shame, awe and excitement at the
world she had just discovered.  Finally, he spoke to her of their important
pact, the apologies for doing such an act with her.  His excuses of not
being able to overlook her beauty.  He brought her a drink, re-hydrating
her, calming her, loving her, wanting her again.  She was quiet, thoughtful
and seemed quite subdued.  "Am I going to have a baby, now?" I laughed, I
explained, as much as time allowed, I promised more talk and I promised
that she never had to play with me again.  Play with me like that, of
course.  She bounced off the bed , gathered her clothes and quickly
dressed. Her sister was expected back within minutes.  She prepared to go,
basically sneaking out of my house.  Shyly, she turned to me and quickly
told me she had watched her sister playing with her `pretend' boyfriend but
she never really did.  She said that was the most fun, ever.  But she
promised she would never tell anyone else about what we had done.  Then she
asked me when we could do it again.  She said she really liked being
`nasty'.

   This is obviously a fantasy, has no basis in fact and the author does
not condone, support or participate in any such behavior occurring anywhere
that is not fabricated by the imagination of a fiction writer.  Any
feedback would be appreciated but I will not hold my breath in expectation.
I haven't ever received any, good, bad or indifferent.