The Opportunity (pt. 2) by Donny Brooks "Not there Dummy, kiss it here!" He smiled surreptitiously, his lips on her tender inner thigh. He knew what and where she wanted him to kiss. He glanced again at the green display of the clock radio, still plenty of time. Her little hand was pressed to her lower abdomen, her middle finger extended down to the top of her pretty, tiny pussy slit. He saw her knuckle whiten briefly as she applied pressure and released it. His sly smile returned, she was stimulating herself, diddling her tiny clitoris. That was always a good sign. He took a moment to admire the ideal beauty of her body, the tanned legs and belly, her muscular skinny frame, her sweet little dots of nipples riding on a cushion of baby fat. He stuck his tongue out, rudely, for her viewing benefit, his eyes on the prize. He licked her wetly on her thigh, licking up to the soft, tender spot where her leg transitioned into her ass. His saliva was overflowing. So was his cock. Anticipation. He'd been anticipating this for-freaking-ever. His eyes remained locked on the child's pussy slit, slightly spread by her obscene position, the shockingly white skin surrounding darkening to a tasty light red, her pussy lips were beautiful. To him, anyways. Immature, no sign of inner lips, just the indentation within the parentheses shaped skin denoting where her vaginal opening was hiding. His nostrils widened, searching to gather and savor her scent, he pushed her left leg, upon which his tongue was traveling slowly upwards along, wider, her foot drawing up towards her ass and her knee bending a little. His right hand slid beneath her thigh, palm up, he wedged it under her little ass as he marveled at her perfection. Her perfect skin, the curve of her butt, the contrast of the tanned and white skin. "No, up here. Kiss it up here!" She was getting impatient. But he had at least an hour here alone with her. He wanted to take his time. He caught the scent of her young, hairless snatch. A little sweet, slightly pissy and tangy. He wondered if it was getting moist there. The thumb of his right hand caressed that tender spot below the sharply outlined tendon at the junction of her leg to her pussy and ass. Gently, he drew her ass cheek wider, catching a peek at the dark, puckered skin of her anus. Her hand reached down and gripped his hair, attempting to pull him up to her center. "C'mon...up here." He raised his head, removing his tongue from her thigh. "Where? Show me where you want me to kiss you." He wanted to see how eager and willing this little honey was. She sighed in exasperation, pointing right at her pussy crack. "On my privates. Right here." She touched herself on the top of her mound. His left hand came up and gently spread her right leg out, her pussy parted, the little lips pulling apart. He placed his lips on the top of her mound, her scent now driving him wild. His fervor increased dramatically. Slow. Careful. Don't ruin it now. He winced as he stopped his ejaculation. He wanted to bury his tongue in her sweet little pussy, tongue fuck her with his finger buried to the hilt in her asshole and his nose banging off her clit. "Here?" He kissed her, lips closed, rather chastely, on the crest of her mound. "Like that?" She grunted in frustration, he kept his closed lips close to her skin and was gratified to see her raise her hips to bring her up to him. She wants the contact! He marveled, delightedly, at that fact. "No, like you were kissing my leg." "With my tongue out?" He wanted to sound a little shocked at the request. He glanced up to her face. She nodded at him, her neck bent, holding her head up off the mattress. He dropped his mouth to her, his tongue sliding slightly out and touching her, the very top of her slit. He ran it down, then back up, minimal contact or pressure. To gauge her reaction. He almost came in his swim trunks and barely fought off the inclination to roughly open her labia with his tongue and ravage the pretty second-grader. The reaction was all he hoped for. She exhaled deeply at his initial foray, then sucked in her breath and arched her back off the mattress, shoving her sweet little snatch at him. Trying to maximize the contact. He was satisfied, in his own mind, this little foxy bitch wants it. She really wants it. His hands slid up under his chin, gripping her beneath her thighs, his thumbs sliding down to her ass cheeks where the two halves met. He forced her legs to widen, her knees bending and lowered his face to her. His tongue extended way out, contacting her pussy lips and parting them, his fingers splayed out on her and drew her skin apart. Still relatively gentle, he lapped at her, his saliva poured onto her, further moistening her sweet center. His tongue contacted the hard little pebble of her clitoris and he gleefully swiped at it, up and down, side to side, momentarily. She gasped, then was straining to force herself onto his questing tongue. He licked lower, slowly again, his thumbs rose up to spread her at her pussy and he dove himself deeply into her vagina. His tongue darted back into his mouth, gathering yet more saliva. Drool, really. It was overflowing and running down his chin. Her taste was so sexy, subtle but definitely aroused. He stabbed himself back into her, the slick muscle probingher little pussy hole. It was so tiny. He couldn't force it into her tight little hole if he wanted. Oh, he wanted. Her body lay open to him now, her head back on the bed, her arms were thrown back and outward, her head twisting a little, cocked to his left. She was taking deep, shuddering breaths, exhaling in funny little squeaks. He rose from her tight hole, spreading her open a little more and investigated her sensitive button. It had engorged at the stimulation, the hood withdrawn, the hard pebble within peeking out. Coming out to play. He manipulated it with the hard tip of his tongue as she began humping up at him. In a frenzy, almost. Even engorged her clit was still tiny, he placed his mouth over her entire sex, his upper lips gnawing gently, his tongue traversing her slit as she frantically pressed herself to him, her ass off the bed. He was more turned on than he could ever remember. He stared at her flat belly, the muscles rippling as she humped up at his mouth. He was locked to her, sucking her sweet juices out, his lips opening and closing a little as he french-kissed her hairless, smooth sweet pussy. Damn, she tasted so good. He could do this for hours and she was reacting to it better than he had even dreamed of. He got a mental image of what they must look like, on his bed together, his face buried in her snatch, her thighs locked to his ears. Humping up at him like the little slut she obviously was. He concentrated on her rythym, her panting breaths. Her pleasure. He wondered if she would climax. Can this little bitch cum yet? He hoped so, more than anything. A seven-year old orgasming was beyond his wildest fantasies. I'm going to finger-fuck her, get her off. He pulled away from her slightly. For a better look at her pussy. The sight almost sent him over the edge but again he suppressed it. His cock HURT. It was so hard and wet, spewing the slick fluid and soaking his trunks. "Do you like that, Lulubelle?" His voice was raspy, briefly he registered the pain where his tongue had tried to tear itself off the floor of his mouth and fuck her little pussy. She moaned unintelligibly, her knees bending, her hands gripping his top-sheet, trying to pull herself to his mouth again. He pursed his lips and blew a column of air into her pussy, up her slit to her sensitive spot. She moaned again, her head thrashing, his hands were holding her back from clamping herself back to him. Like a gas mask. His thumbs came up and rubbed her, the vaginal opening, the hard bump at the top. "Do ya? Tell me if you do. Or I'll stop, right now." He wanted to hear her say it aloud. Her body already was screaming, 'YES'. He continued the firm rubbing, his thumb on her clitty. He brought his left index finger to her inflamed opening, poking at it. Exploring. He watched in fascination as it dilated, welcoming the slick invader. She groaned. "Tell me, baby. Do you like what I'm doing to you?" His finger slid into her, he began sliding it in and out, not deep, to the mid knuckle. He watched in lust. She groaned again, he was amazed at the strength she was demonstrating as she desperately tried to press herself up to him. "Okay, I'm gonna stop, LuLu." He was bluffing, his eyes locked on the sight of his finger sliding in and out of her, his thumb diddling her clit. He looked so big contrasted with her small body. Her pussy was drenched. With his saliva, for sure. He hoped some of it was her own juices. The sound of his finger fucking her tight little hole squelched. In and out, in and out. She had given up fighting his strength and was now wiggling herself back and forth. He began timing her rythym, his thumb rubbed across her little button in the opposite direction, timed to her moves. He watched in wonder. "Do you WANT me to stop, Lu?" His voice was marginally better, stronger now. She shook her head, flopping it from side to side. He saw the sheen of her sweat, her hair plastered, to her forehead, her cheeks. He noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her breath was whistling in and out, her wiggling grew even more pronounced. He forced his finger deeper, held it inside her tight sheath, began wiggling it up and down. She can't talk. Not right now. In the middle of fucking my finger. He drew his thumb away, slid up her tight, flat belly to her chest. He swirled her little right nipple, then rested his finger upon it. It was a hard little bead, completely stimulated. He gripped it and pulled. Gently. "Ooh, look. LuLu likes her titties rubbed too." She nodded her head wildly now, then resumed her thrashing about. He craned forward, above his embedded finger, tongue extended to her clit. She jumped upward with a gasp, he tasted blood in his mouth, surprised by her sudden strength and motion. He grabbed her little pebble in his lips and gnawed on it, desperately trying to maintain contact with her writhing form. He flipped his hand over, his finger curled up into her and he grabbed the ridge of the mound at the top and pulled it forcefully to him, stabbing his tongue rapidly on and off her button. He was losing himself in lust again. He wasn't alone, either. Suddenly she froze, her back painfully arched, pressing the top of her pussy into his mouth, forcing his finger into her tight, sweet pussy. He heard her sharp inhalation, she held that, too. Frozen in time, for a brief instant, one he was intimately familiar with. He suddenly erupted, great spasms of semen jetting out of his cock, trapped as it was beneath him on the bed. He felt the rippling contractions of the child as she climaxed, frozen in wonder at the overwhelming sensations, the pure physical pleasure that he had elicited from within her. Her mouth was open, a rictus of almost pain on her face as the waves of orgasm swept through her. She remained in that frozen, pressed upward to him position but he felt the rippling, shuddering waves on his finger, buried in her vagina, alternately gripping and releasing him. With a great, trembling outrush she exhaled, with a little whistling moan she drew in another, relaxing her frame, slumping to the bed, becoming limp. He pulled himself out of her, one last little squelch, got his hands underneath himself and levered up and away from her. She lay limply, her legs quite obscenely spread, her genitals very red and shining slickly with their juices. He went to the adjoining bathroon and grabbed some baby wipes, returning to gently clean her genitals as she lay there, her breathing slowing. The sweat drying in the breeze of the ceiling fan. Now he was frightened. Was it too much for her? Will she hate me for what I've done to her? Shame bubbled up in him, self-loathing followed this act more than masturbation. He turned away, tears suddenly brimming in his eyes. He was sorry. For everything. For her. Defiled, innocence betrayed. For himself. His inability to change his perverted, evil desires for little girls. He was convinced he had hurt her, that she would hate him now. That this would NOT remain a secret, he would undoubtedly be arrested when she told on him. He picked up her swimsuit, turning it right side out automatically. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, he heard her as she sat up, clambered off his bed. he reached for her garment and he glanced at her. Her just been finger fucked look. She looked fine. Happy. She smiled up at him, taking the suit. "That was the bestest ever...I wanna do THAT a lot!"