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 Inadvertent Arousal

   Mg ped cons

   THIS IS AN ENTIRELY FICTIONAL TALE.ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYBODY,LIVING OR
DEAD IS WHOLLY COINCIDENTAL.THIS IS RESTRICTED TO READERS 18 YRS.  OF AGE
OR OLDER.IF YOU DO NOT MEET THIS REQUIREMENT,EXIT IMMEDIATELY.THIS CONTAINS
GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND DESCRIPTIONS WHICH ARE ILLEGAL AND ABHORRENT IN
EVERY COUNTRY ON EARTH.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE,PRACTICE OR ENCOURAGE
ANY OF THE ACTIONS HEREIN.



   It had been a hot couple of days,the Santa Ana winds were funneling
through the mountain passes from the desert,sucking the moisture from the
land and everything on it,scattering palm fronds and eucalyptus branches
over the landscape.Not to mention the human litter,plastic cups and grocery
bags,newspapers and advertising circulars writhing excitedly across the
baking surface of Southern California.  I sat in front of my place in a
comfortable folding chair,taking full advantage of the limited shade the
twisted,tortured cypress growing in the tiny yard east of my little trailer
provided.Idle on a Fri.  morning,watching the world go by with a cold beer
in my hand and several others nestled in the rapidly melting ice held by
the cooler at my side.  I watched with interest the palm trees bent by the
wind,in the opposite direction of their accustomed leanings,noted the
pleasure a pair of ravens seemed to display in their ability to fly.10
am,nothing to do and all day to do it.The neighborhood routines droned
sluggishly along,the mail truck puttering by,the garbage trucks making
their starts and stops with the intermittent sound of the back-up warning
horns sounding stridently.Kids bikes and skateboards lay where they'd been
dropped,abandoned temporarily for the classroom.My swamp-cooler hummed in
the background in a futile effort to keep the inside of my double-wide
coach reasonably cool.Say,eighty-five degrees.The only time the thing
worked was in the low-humidity of a Santa Ana condition.  I debated whether
my ambition was sufficient enough to take the short walk to the community
pool,finally deciding it was.I didn't need to change.I was wearing a pair
of swim trunks and flip-flops.A towel was unnecessary,the hot, dry air
would more than suffice.Tipping the beer can skywards, I drained the
remainder and rose from my chair.

   A quick dip later,disappointed by the tepid water in the pool,hair and
trunks still damp and anticipating another cold brew I hastened back to my
chair.The blare of an automobile horn startled me as I hurried
along,turning, I saw a woman,a neighbor, smiling at me as she pulled
alongside,her window powering down."Hey,Sadie," I greeted her,"you scared
the shit out of me."She laughed and I heard a giggle from the
back-seat."Whatcha doin' home on a workday,Donny?Playin' hooky?"I felt the
cold air flowing out of her open window ,knowing it would thankfully keep
this chit-chat minimal."My only job today is 12-oz curls,girl." I
said,still walking slowly.Sadie was a nice enough girl,for trailer
trash.Decent looking,tanned,a little heavy for my taste,though.Of
course,she didn't work,living off child-support from at least two men.She
supplemented her income by a little light dealing.Pot,maybe some crystal
meth once in a while.She smoked weed 24/7,drank beer like a trucker, cussed
like a teenager but was fun to party with.  In limited quantities."Tough
job,need any help?"she asked.I winced inwardly then resigned myself to some
company.Me and my big yap."Sure,if it's not too much trouble,I mean,"I
said,smiling at her,"I've got a cooler full on the porch."Her window began
powering up,her voice trailing out,"See you there,Donny." She accelerated
away.Oh well,could be worse,I mused.She knew I didn't smoke weed and
preferred that no one else did around my place.So, a little conversation,a
few laughs,exchange some gossip and she'd be gone.That woman had to smoke
her pipe at least every hour or less.

   Sadie had parked in her driveway and was already walking up the six
spaces between her place,in the middle of the row,to mine,on the end.  I
pulled another folding chair from the porch and grabbed the cooler from
where I had stashed it while I swam,setting both next to my chair.  I
grabbed a couple of beers,dropping them in the holders provided in the
chairs armrests as she came walking up."Madame,"I said,with a flourish and
a sweep of my arm, I indicated her chair,"It's 5 o'clock somewhere."She
played along,"Thank you,kind sir." as she delicately sat.  I popped open
her can,"I'm gonna turn on some tunes and grab my smokes,be right back.""
'K" she said before pulling a long one from the can,"Aaaahhh...good." she
said.Stepping inside,I started a playlist and Tom Petty began rocking the
place.I had to piss,too.I was also looking forward to that beer.Knowing
Sadie,she would probably be starting her 2nd can by the time I tasted mine.
I shrugged and shook the dew off my lily,foregoing the flush (if it's
yellow,let it mellow) and turned toward the door."BOO !" shrieked a voice.
I think I hit my head on the ceiling,I jumped so high.Sadie's youngest
daughter stood in the partially closed doorway,watching me."Tracy,what're
you doing?"I shouted.Laughing maniacally at my fright she managed two
words,"Scarin' you." She sure as hell did,too."Tracy,goddammit...knock it
off." her mother chimed in at full volume.She covered her mouth with a
little hand,her eyes wide as she laughed and rolling upward at her mom's
comment.I stared at her,"Now I gotta wipe my butt,too," I growled at
her,"cuz you scared the crap outta me."She choked,her face turning red.She
had been prepared for flight but her laughter rendered her helpless and
enabled me to grab her.I lifted her up,six years old,white blond tousled
hair and light as a feather.My arm slid under her butt,automatically she
wrapped her arms around my neck and we walked outside."Did you lose
something,Lady?" I asked her mother.Tracy buried her face in my neck,trying
to stop laughing."I hoped I did,"Sadie said,"guess not,though."I dumped the
child into her mother's lap,sitting in my chair and grabbing my beer.I
noted Sadie was already on beer number two.Her eyes were glassy and she
slurred her speech slightly.Oh-oh,I thought,she'd pulled an all-nighter.I
knew the signs,her party had started yesterday."What'd they do,Tracy,kick
you out of 1st grade already?"She got indignant,the way kids do when they
don't know you're teasing them."No,I had a doctor's appointment," she
said,"and Mom didn't want to drive me to school."Sadie rolled her eyes at
that,then rolled the girl off her lap,waving her arm at someone behind me.I
turned and saw one of her men friends parking in front of her place.Sadie
leaned down,grabbing another brew from my cooler and walked away mumbling,
"I gotta talk to him.Thanks for the beers,Donny."Surprised at her abrupt
depature,I said,automatically,"No problem." "That's Pat," Tracy informed
me,"he's bringing my Mom her 4:20,"then added,"she don't have none."I
looked at her,a little sad a six year old should know something like
that."She doesn't have any," I corrected her, "not,she don't have none."
"Whatever,"she said, "got any gum?" I said nothing,watching as Sadie and
Pat disappeared into her place.

   Tracy climbed onto my knee while simultaneously rapping on my thigh with
her little fist.  "Well," she said, "do ya?" I looked at her and she stared
back unblinking,balancing herself as she straddled my left leg.Then she
stuck her tongue out at me."Why,yes,I do have gum." I said.  Her tongue
withdrew back into her mouth and I watched with fascination.Her tongue was
so pink,her lips red and her mouth was so wet.  I became conscious of her
crotch,sharp on my knee,her muscles contracting and relaxing as she fought
for balance.My dick reacted to that thought immediately.She stared at me
noncommitally for a moment and I imagined she divined my sudden desire,my
hardening cock and nasty thoughts.Suddenly,she smiled.  I saw the space
where her baby teeth had been until recently,smelled her sweet child's
breath."Gimme." she said,punctuating the word with a violent rock forward
with her hips and grabbing a fistful of my swim trunks.She relaxed her
crotch on my leg,again and ,I swear,was watching me with a knowing little
smirk as she gauged my reaction.  I flexed the muscle in the leg her pussy
was contacting,slowly and deliberately.Once and held it for a
moment,released it for a tick before flexing it twice more."I beg your
pardon?" I asked."Gimme,"she demanded, again emphasizing it with a sharp
hump of my leg,"...please."I responded with the same tightening and
relaxing of my leg,once...hold it,twice...hold it, then two quick flexes.I
watched her carefully without seeming to.  Was this child aware of the
sudden sexual connotations or was it just my horny,perverted mind?

   "That's not the way to ask me,Tracy." I said mildly.Her right hand toyed
with the string tying my swim trunks around my waist.She perceptibly
tightened her thighs around my leg,then relaxed,tightened and relaxed,a
little smile on her face.Copying what I had done,basically.Now I had no
doubt she was as aware of what we were doing as I was."May I PLEASE have
some GUM." she whispered,thrusting her crotch forward twice in
emphasis."How could I refuse such a polite request from such a
well-mannered little girl?" I said,adding,"Of course you may." She
giggled,pulling on the string and loosening the knot.  "Thank you,"she
said, "where is it?" "Well,it's not in there."I said,nodding down at my
shorts.She giggled again, "Is this your swimsuit?" she asked ,looking down
at the bulge my cock was making.  "I just went swimming." I said
lamely,slightly embarrassed at the situation.Well,I should be,on the
street,bright,sunny morning,little girl on my knee,hardening cock in my
shorts and swapping sexual innuendoes and signals."I can go get the gum for
you,if you want me to," she said,then she purposely fell forward towards me
and braced herself by grabbing my dick with her left hand.She paused there
for a moment,her hand firmly gripping my cock-no doubt about
it,intentionally honking my horn-then gave it a brief ,hard squeeze as she
gauged my reaction by the look on my face.In that brief instant,as we
looked into each other's eyes,I realized that we had acknowledged sharing
something naughty,something secret,something we both liked and it suddenly
occurred to me that as I was determining her awareness of the hidden
signals in our interaction she had essentially been doing the exact same
thing.  Making sure she was reading me right.

   All of this happened in the split-second between her grabbing my dick
and then sharply squeezing it before straightening up and leaning
backwards.The amazement and lust on my face was impossible to ignore,I
suppose.Her mouth opened,I caught a glimpse of that pretty pink tongue as
she gave a delighted bark of laughter.Naughty,naughty little imp."The gum's
in my truck," I said, "center console.  Bring it into the house,please.""
'K," she said, "are you going in,now?"And she clambered down off my leg. 
"Yeah," I said, "my strings untied."She ran to my truck as I gingerly rose
from my seat,looking carefully about to make sure I was unobserved,and
entered the house.  Now what?  I wondered.  Should I follow my instinct for
perversion and take this further?  Or listen to the little voice of
self-preservation warning me of the consequences of getting caught being
lewd with a child?  I watched through the blind as Tracy rustled around in
the truck,finally locating the gum and,slamming the door, came skipping up
the porch steps.Quickly I rearranged my prick to the pointing straight up
position,tying my trunks loosely on the drooling head after hitching them
up.Tracy came bouncing in, "I found it." she said,holding up the package of
gum.  "Want me to close the door?" I looked at her,she smiled back at me.
Naughty girl.  "Yes,please." I said.  And "Thank you." after she had closed
the door."Your welcome." she said absently,her attention focused on
unwrapping a stick of gum.Occupied with that task,she wandered towards me
as I stood next to the computer desk.I sat down in the office chair at the
desk as she finally succeeded in getting the gum into her mouth."There's no
one to play with," she said,sadly, "everybody's at school.Can I play a game
on your computer?" "Sure," I said,holding out my arms, "c'mon up."I lifted
her tiny frame onto my lap,she was wearing a too small pair of green
shorts,somewhat grimy and had a small tank top with a popular movie
character emblazoned on the front.She grabbed the mouse in that effortless
way kids do,having grown up with a computer,and began searching the drive
for a game.  I grasped her legs,sliding my hands from her knees underneath
her thighs.My hands could encircle her perfect little legs.My thumbs
remained atop of her thighs while my fingers began stroking the inside of
her thighs,my palms held the bottom of her legs.She spread her legs
slightly,acquiesing to my touch by facilitating my access to her.  "Your
swimsuit doesn't feel wet," she said,dropping a hand to the fabric.  Her
ass was firmly in contact with my cock,she was leaning forward for the
mouse.  I made my dick bounce,once,twice.She wiggled her butt,pressing
further back into me.  I spread her legs apart gently until her feet
dangled on the outside of my legs.I could see she wasn't really
concentrating on the monitor or the mouse.She pretended to,leaning forward
but her attention was on my stroking fingers.  I pressed her thighs
firmly,then stroked them gently.I bounced my cock in counterpoint.  I
noticed the thatch of fine hairs just above her shorts,between the dimples
on her back.  A fine line of hair marched from the thatch
upwards,disappearing under her top,reappearing out of it and continuing up
under her hairline.I used one hand to lightly stroke her on that tuft of
hair and happy trail.  She gave up all pretense of using the
computer,straightening up and leaning back against my hand.My other
hand,still stroking her thigh,came over the top of her leg,my fingers
grazing her center a little.  "That feels good," I murmured, "do you like
how that feels?" She purred a little before she responded.  "Oh,shit yeah."
she said.I gasped loudly,recoiling in mock horror,"Tracy,"I said as I was
pulling her back against me and punching my fingers up tight into her pussy
crack,"that's a naughty word."Playing her game,a little.  She'd said it for
shock effect,no doubt.I felt her fat pussy lips through her shorts as she
giggled.  "You're nasty." she stated,succumbing to my insistent
exploration.

   "I'm not nasty," I said, "I'm just a little naughty.Like you." She
lapsed into a silence,I could tell she was considering what I'd said,she
nestled back against me and I breathed in the slightly strawberry smell of
her fine blond hair.I was still poking my finger in between her fat little
pussy lips though I had stopped any motion.  Just resting it there,my palm
on her lower tummy.  She lifted her little butt up almost
imperceptibly,pressing her center against my finger.  I responded by
pressing down firm but light.  She repeated her action,with a little more
force.  So did I.  Satisfying herself about the definite reaction to her
action,I supposed.  "I felt your boner," she said finally,"that was nasty
and naughty,too."She'd been gazing down at my hand on her,my finger
extended down between her legs.Now she tilted her head back to look at me.
"You said a bad word,too." I answered her,"I wonder what your mom would say
if she found out." She shrugged her little shoulders.  "I don't care," she
said,"She's smoking with Pat,anyways.She's not gonna come back over here."
She lifted her butt up off me,high up this time,raising my arm with it,her
feet just above my knees,her knees bending.  Then she dropped down heavily
on my stiff pecker.  Her head remained tilted back as she watched my face.
I let out an 'Oof',pantomining pain and surprise.  She giggled.  "I can
still feel your boner," she said, "with my butt." I stared at her silently
for a moment,then asked her,"Why are you being mean to me?  I'm being
really nice to you,right now." I let out a fake little sob.  She began to
raise her butt again, I pressed my finger into her pussy and applied a
little pressure with my palm.  "Now I have to tell your mom," she stopped
trying to lift off of me,"or give you a spanking." She laughed a little. 
"No,"she said,"my mom won't care or give me a spanking." She looked down at
my hand again.  I began stroking her center,my finger starting at full
extension,straight out at where I imagined her vaginal opening was then I
would draw it slowly upwards between her slit,the knuckle bending as I did.
Then I'd raise it up off her and return to my starting place to repeat the
maneuver.

   Acutely,I felt her privates through her shorts,giving her a minor
wedgie. We both watched this for a moment.  "You're touching my
pooter,too." she said.  "That's nasty." "Are you gonna tell your
mom,Tracy?" I asked her,continuing the motion.  She snorted
derisively,"No,I never tell her that.Pat lets me see his boner and pulls
down my pants sometimes." She paused briefly,then wiggled her butt on my
throbbing cock.I was wondering where this was going.  My ears were perked
for any indication of Sadie returning.  The child seemed quite comfortable
and familiar with what we were doing.What she said about Pat would go a
long way to explaining that.  She was looking up at me again,trying to read
my reaction.  I nodded my head slowly,"And you never tell,huh?" She chomped
her gum loudly,shaking her head."Unh-uh." My hand crept up to her belly and
I gripped the elastic band on her shorts.  She watched with interest.  "I
won't tell,either," I said, " 'cuz I like being naughty with really pretty
girls." I lifted the band off her skin,both of us looking to see what that
would show.  She lifted her butt off me again,facilitating my view.  Her
tanned skin ended in an abrupt line,the skin below looked very white in
contrast.  She had no panties on,her prominent mound rising up,the top of
her slit just visible.She laughed,"I don't have underwear on,you can see my
pooter." "Um," I said,"no panties on is very naughty.  You're pooter is
very pretty,though." I used her word.  "D'you think I'm pretty,Don?" she
asked shyly.  "I'm only six." I reached down with my left hand and quickly
switched with my right holding her shorts open."It doesn't matter how old
you are," I was whispering,hoarsely,"you are super,really,really pretty,"
My right hand plunged under the raised band and gently cupped her mound,
"especially down here." She spread her thighs wide,her feet ending on the
outside of my knees.  My index finger fell between the fat folds into the
slit between.  We both watched my hands.  Very gently I began applying and
releasing pressure with that finger.  "Pat makes me touch my pooter,"she
said,"I'd rather do it with you...you're nicer." My fingertip wandered up
and down her beautiful little pussy,gently,firmly pressing here and there.
"You're not old enough to do this yet,really." I said,"I'm not supposed to
do this with little girls,just bigger ones." She squirmed,obviously
enjoying my ministrations.  My cock was wet with the juices beginning to
flow,her butt lowered back down onto it.Consciously,I made it jump against
her.My breathing was growing a little ragged as the excitement began taking
over.  I had been attracted sexually to very young girls for as long as I
could remember.In my younger days I had taken foolish chances just to
satisfy my need.Finally, I realized that had to stop.  If I was caught
loving a little girl-that is how I think of it,for I'd never scare or harm
beautiful child-I'd never be free to experience anything.  It'd been a long
time since I had an opportunity like this and my desire was overwhelming my
cautious instincts.

   "You said it didn't matter how old I am," she reminded me, "and I think
this is fun.  You want me to take my shorts off?  I'll take all my clothes
off with you,Donny." She squirmed again,feelings of pleasure between her
legs making her body react."It doesn't matter to me,kiddo," I whispered
again," "you are so pretty.But anyone else and we'd both get in a lot of
trouble." She reached for her shorts,pushing them down past her pussy.I
released my grip on them and began using both hands between her legs,each
index finger lightly touching her soft little lips.I split them apart
slightly,amazed at the size of my hands on her tiny frame.She pushed her
shorts down to her knees,her legs coming back together as she grunted with
the effort.  "I know," she said,looking up at me again,"Pat told me I could
never tell or they'd take me away from my mom." "You told me," I pointed
out,"about Pat and everything." She leaned back against my chest,the sight
of her leg outstretched over mine her shorts down at her knees,her
contrasting tan and white skin,the softness and perfection of her tiny
pussy and my hands upon it was driving my lust to a frenzy.  I kissed the
top of her head and pulled her pussy lips wide.  "I know," she said,"but I
felt your boner all hard so I knew you liked doin' this too." She paused
for another moment, watching me as I fondled her sex frantically."I like
playing this," she said in a matter of fact way,"if I played with other
kids,they'd tell and get me in trouble.  So I wanted to play with you if
you liked to." And grabbing my crank to see if it would harden,or was
hard,is how she figured that out.  "Your mom might be back soon," I said
lamely,allowing my objections to be overruled,"and you don't really know
how to play this yet." She jumped up,I reluctantly gave up my hold on her
and as her feet touched the floor she unashamedly bent,pushing her shorts
all the way to her ankles,the sight of her cute little ass as she stooped
making my dick twitch violently.  A fantasy come true.Rising,she kicked
them off each foot,turning to me and crying, "I'll call her,ask if I can
stay for a little while and play a game on your Wii,okay?" I tried to burn
that vision of her into my spank bank for all time.I nodded,giving in.She
gave that weird little knowing smirk then ran for the phone,quickly
dialing.I realized her smirk was merely the young but very female trait of
smugness and confidence in my attraction to her body and likelihood to do
anything for it.  I heard someone answer,a male voice.  Tracy asked for her
mom,then relayed her story to Pat,whom I suspected had answered the phone.I
glanced at the clock,not even 11:30 yet.My eyes returned to the little half
naked beauty holding my phone in the living room.  I heard the male voice
again and then her agreeing to something and hanging up.  I crossed the few
feet from where I had been sitting to the front door,checking the lock.  "I
locked it,Don,"she said behind me," 'n' we can play for a couple of hours
if you want,"She giggled mischieviously and ran a few steps down the
hallway.Toward my bedroom at the end of the corridor.  "Pat said my mom was
busy an' asked for me so I got a coupla hours."She turned toward my
room,walking away.  "They're playin' the same game we're gonna,"she threw
over her shoulder,"back here."

   Leaning down,I snatched her shorts off the floor, laying inside out
where she had kicked them off.She was peeking around the door frame at me
as I came to join her.  She stood by my bed,looking uncertainly at the
windows which I had left open.Quickly, I crossed to them.sliding the
windows shut and pulling the drapes across.When I turned to her I saw her
glancing at the large wet spot where my cock had leaked its love juice,I
saw the sudden shyness and mild fear in her face and eyes.She unknowingly
attempted to hide her nakedness by moving behind the corner of the
bed,shielding herself from my view.  My heart melted for this little blond
waif,she wasn't so sure of herself and was just a very curious,normal
little girl that had been exposed to sex within her environment and was
interested in the dynamic between men and women,boys and girls.  I could
sympathize.  I had been an extremely precocious child,as well as a
voracious reader.I'd developed a huge interest in girls and sex at an age
where it was remarked upon by my schoolmates since they hadn't shown any
such interest.  I was known as a horn dog by the third grade.I had
initiated many sexual encounters with all kinds of girls.  But I knew I
really liked the little ones.  Tracy, I suspected, was not much different.
Her exposure wasn't through books,sadly for her,I thought.Instead she had
been exposed by indifferent,lackadaisical parenting.The television always
on,inappropriate content or not.  Her mother was a slut,I reflected,I'd
personally known of at least three guys she was doing and none of those had
fathered her children.That had to rub off,a little.Kids are aware of much
more than any parent expects,even the conscientious ones.Sadie would never
be accused of being that.All of these thoughts passed through my head and I
felt a sudden wave of tenderness and love for this little girl.  I wanted
to treat her as though I loved and cared about her,not as a sexual object
or a fantasy as I masturbated.  If she really wanted to satisfy her curious
nature I would help but I didn't want to be a bad memory or treat her as if
she were a slut like her mother.  Because I knew she wasn't.  I genuinely
liked her,had interacted with her before and I knew she liked me too.  Her
father was in another state,didn't care much about her,probably complained
about the child support he was forced to pay.  I may have seemed as a
father figure to her.  In a warped,largely ignored child kind of way.  My
erection wilted as I reflected,and of course she noticed.  I am quite a bit
above average size apparently,though I'd never consciously compared myself
to any other man.  Or even had the opportunity to,for that matter.Now my
dick was softening and I adjusted myself in my shorts as she watched.

   I held out her shorts to her,"Wanna put these back on,Tracy?"
Automatically,she took them from me,pressing them to her crotch.  I smiled
at her.  "It's okay to change your mind,kiddo," I said mildly,"you ARE
kinda young for this game.  Especially with an old man like me." I sat on
the bed,she still stood on the corner at the end of the mattress.  Unsure
of herself still but I didn't see the fear there anymore.  I wanted to
seem,to BE,unthreatening to her so I calmly continued,"We could play some
other game if you want..." I let the question hang there,smiling at her. 
She came out around the bed.  "What game,Donny?" she came to my knee,her
hand resting there as I remained immobile,my hands at my sides but my eyes
holding her eyes,a smile on my face.  "Any game you want to,honey." Her
right hand came up and I saw her confidence visibly return as she took her
shorts in that hand and set them absent-mindedly on the bed next to me.I
reached down and lifted her up onto my knee.Automatically,her little arm
went around my neck."Oof," I said exaggeratedly,"you are getting
heavy,child." She giggled a little,"I know," she said,"can we play the baby
butt bongo game?"

   I stared at her in amazement.Kids never forget anything really.A year
earlier my friend had come to visit,bringing her daughter,then 7 tears old
with her.Tracy and my friend Nancys daughter Tonya had become pretty chummy
together.At the time I hardly knew Tracy at all but Tonya and I were good
pals,her mother was sleeping with me,while she took the spare bedroom.She
always made a big production out of going to bed and invariably insisted I
carry her to bed after she had kissed her mother goodnight.I would fly her
to her room and read her a short story and we would play a game I made up
where I would put her over my lap and play bongo drums on her little butt
while I sang a little nonsensical song.She would shriek with laughter and
it soon became a nightly ritual.Tracy had been there on a sleepover one
night,as I recalled now,and obviously remembered the game."You wanna play
baby-butt bongos?" I whispered right into her ear,her fine,silken hair
tickling my nose.She nodded fiercely/"Are you sure?" another whisper,even
softer.She turned to me, "Yes,please." she whispered back.  "Okay,are you
ready now?" She smiled,nodding again.  "C'mere then," I said very quietly,
"on top of me." And I fell back onto the mattress, pulling her with me. 
She laughed,rising to her knees and looking down at me.  She was
beautiful,naked except for her little tank top.  She looked down at my
crotch where my cock was rapidly hardening again.  "Wait,lemme move this so
I'm more comfy." I said,reaching down into my swim trunks and pulling
myself up flat against my belly.  She watched with interest,her own hand
was idly touching her little bare slit.  When I had finished she asked
me,"Ready,now." I said,"Yup,that's better." And I slid up a little so my
head was propped on the pilows and headboard.  She looked at me
questioningly,still unconsciously fingering herself.  I patted my belly,
"Lay across me right here." I didn't have to ask her twice, she flopped
across me,her cool,soft skin sending an almost electric shock to my brain.
I pulled her a little farther across me so her pretty little butt cheeks
were centered on my middle.  She turned her head so she was looking at my
face and I gave her a wink.  "Ooh,what a pretty butt,do you need a
spanking,Tracy?" I administered a playful smack.  "No," she cried,a little
too loudly,"play bongos." "Sssshhhhh," I whispered, "and I will." I put my
right hand on her back,my left on her upper right leg.  "Here comes the
drummers now." And I walked my fingers rowards her butt.  She laughed
excitedly as I walked my hands onto a butt cheek each.

   That moment I wanted to freeze in my mind,to replay at will in the
future.  Her blond,tousled hair hung just to the top of her shoulders,her
arms relaxed with her hands laying above her head.Light glistened and
reflected off the fine,silken hairs on her arms,her legs and the happy
trail of fine hairs on her back leading to the thick cluster right above
the tan line on her ass.She gazed at me with that pink,wet little tongue
barely peeking out of her mouth in a point,her bright blue eyes in
startling contrast to the paleness of her other features.  "Is that a horse
coming?" I asked as my hands began the familiar five beat rhythm of a horse
trotting.She nodded,giggling a bit."Should I go faster?" Again,she nodded.
My hands began galloping,I watched her firm flesh redden a little,the
beautiful bounce of her cheeks.  Finally, I stopped.  "More," she said.  I
shook my head, No.  "Yes," she insisted, "again." I let the horse take a
few more slow steps,now smacking her sharply with my hand.  "This horse is
really tired," I said, "Isn't the riders butt sore?" I put my hands on her
ass cheeks,softly rubbing.  "Kiss my butt." she said.  "Yuck",I said,"do I
hafta do what you say,now?" She caught on quick.  "Yeah," she said, "now
you're my dog." I let my tongue flop out and began panting.  She
giggled,pushing herself up and scrambling backwards off my belly.  " 'N'
you gotta kiss my butt,doggy." She was facing me,on her knees,as she said
that she turned and placed her elbows n the bed,her sweet little ass
invitingly poked up high.  I rolled towards her,"Okay." I gave her butt a
smooch,smacking my lips.  "No,you gotta lick my butt with your
tongue,you're a dog." She laughed,proffering her ass to me.  I spread her
cheeks with my hands and,much to her surprise,ran my tongue right down the
crack of her ass and diddled her asshole.  The odor was musky,the taste not
bitter at all.  She gave a little yelp of surprise as I gave her a long,wet
slow ass-licking.My cock was going to blow out of my swim trunks,it was so
erotic.  She was open-mouthed in wonder.  "Now,show me your boner ." she
demanded.  I flipped obediently onto my back,untying the draw string and
peeled them down,kicking out of them.  She looked at me
unblinkingly,curiously.  ""Can you make it move?" she asked in a small
voice.  I tightened the necessary muscles and my cock jumped violently. 
She flinched a bit,then clapped delightedly, "Do it again." I complied and
we repeated this manuever several times.  When she stopped asking for a
repeat,kneeling there next to me,her face really close to my throbbing
cock, I asked her, "Can I look at yours now?" She shrugged,not taking her
eyes off my dick.  "I don't care." I pulled her down to the mattress on her
back,rising and swinging her legs out straight,as I knelt on the
floor.Grabbing her legs, I pulled her tpwards me."Take your top off,too." I
said,helping her sit up for a moment and pulling the garment over her
head.She giggled happily,raising her arms up above her head so I could
complete the task.

   All modesty was gone from her now, She sank back to lay prone,her knees
were at the end of the bed and she drew her feet up onto the
mattress,letting her knees fall apart.  Intently,she watched my face as I
drank in her beauty.  "You are so pretty," I breathed,leaning forward,I
placed my nose on her pussy and sniffed appreciatively,"and you smell
delicious,too." Her tongue was poking out again.  "Are you gonna lick my
pee-pee,too?" she whispered it and I glanced at her face,noting the
excitement there.  "Want me to?" I whispered back.  She nodded
fiercely."And I'll pinch your boobs,too, 'k?" Again the nod.She muttered,"
'K" I leaned forward again,my hands going to the pink puffy bumps riding on
their raised pads of fat.Her titties seemed abnormally well developed.  I
rubbed my fingers across them,watching in wonder as they visibly hardened.
She drew in her breath sharply as I rubbed them gently.  "Oh, they like
that," I said,"look how hard they're getting.  Do you ike that?" She laid
her head back and gave herself over to me.  "Yeah,I really like that.I can
feel it down in my pooter." I gripped each nipple and pinched them
lightly,alternating with the slow rubs.  Again the sharp intake of breath
and I could see her breathing quicken,growing a bit ragged.  "Yeah, these
boobies really ike me to pinch them and rub them."I was talking dirty to a
6 yr.  old as I molested her.  I was flabbergasted that a girl so young
responded so intensely to nipple stimulation,her titties looked as though
they belonged on a 10 yr.  old.  I bent my head to her crotch and was more
than a little surprised at the musky odor of female sex.  It wasn't strong
but it was definitely there.Her legs were spread wide,opening her up to my
view and my mouth.She had a clitoris peeking out of its sheath at the top
of her pussy and,almost past surprise now,I gently nosed around it before
sliding the tip of my nose down her slit.  She pushed herself up into me
with a grunt.  "Oh,you like that,too." She thrust her pelvis up to
me,trying to maintain and increase the contact.  "Use your hands to spread
yourself apart down here,Tracy." I emphasized where with the tip of my
nose. Immediately her little hands and tiny fingers did my bidding,pulling
her little pussy lips apart and displaying her inner treasure obscenely. 
It was beautiful,the flattened gash,the little pearl of her vaginal
opening.I licked her firmly,depositing a mouthful of saliva on her.  She
gasped,thrudting herself up into my face.  The sweet odor of her arousal
was stronger and I tasted the light film of her lubrication,the faint tang
of her urine.  I was humping the end of the mattress and desperately trying
not to blow my load.  I jabbed at her pussy hole,licked her slit from top
to bottom,lightly clenched her nubbin at the top with my teeth until she
squeezed my head with her thighs,gyrating her hips wildly and erratically.
I pinched both her nipples hard,my nose on her clit,swollen and prominent
now,as I tongue fucked her pussy.I felt her rise up,getting close, but not
letting it come and I covered her entire pussy with my mouth,sucking at her
and mouthing her,my lips drawn tight,jaws working yp and down. 
Again,frantically,she locked my head and began flopping around.She was
moaning like a whore's dream.  I have never been so turned on.  I felt her
pause,going rigid and I pinched her titties even harder.She let out a
cry,her head twisted backwards as she contorted and I was rewarded with a
veritable flood of her juices as this little first-grader experienced her
first orgasm,I knew she would want many more.
   To Be Continued in Pt.  2 (coming soon)