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 One Thing:

   By: Loki 925 (M/g+, first, pedo)

   This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or
anything in reality, whatever that may be.

   Sometime in the future, or perhaps another place, or reality.  Ted was
on his way to see his friend James who he had not seen in a very long time.
Like him, James was classified when they were just twelve years old.

   No one knew how the classification system worked but it did not matter;
everyone had to be classified on his or her twelfth birthday.

   Ted was now thirty years old and happily married with one child, a boy
who was now seven years old.  He was classified as an electromagnetic
engineer and he was perfect for the job.  It was the one thing that the
classification system said he would excel at and he had.

   Ted really did not know why he wanted to see James but for some reason
he was drawn to see his old friend.  All he remembered was the good times
he had playing with James since he was five years old and until they were
both classified.

   Once the classification was complete they went their separate ways.  Ted
went off to advance schooling and later graduation at just nineteen.  He
started his first job and had no idea what had happened to James and at the
time it just did not seem to matter.

   Then recently he began to think about his old friend; why he did not
know.  Yet as the days passed by his thoughts became more focused on
visiting James.  Finally he could not get James off his mind and decided to
visit him.

   Ted made arrangements to take time off.  Oddly he had no problems
explaining to his wife Joann that for some reason he needed to visit James.
In fact she encouraged it since the first time he had mentioned he was
thinking about his boyhood friend James.

   Joann helped him pack and when he was done he sweetly kissed his wife
and patted her well rounded tight butt.  She smiled as he walked out the
door.  Thirty minutes he stood in line waiting his turn at the transport
station.

   While the transport would only take seconds scrambling his atoms and
reconstructing them at the station closest to James' home, the walk to his
would take another thirty minutes.  The air was cool.  It was a sure sign
that fall was ending and winter would be starting.

   The route to James' house showed visibly under the time digits on his
watch.  About twenty eight minutes later he turned the last corner and
looked down the street.  He was surprised that there were only two houses
on the block .  One was at the end of the street and one was at the
beginning.  The one at the end of the street was James' house.  He was also
surprised that both houses looked very large.

   As he passed the first house he noticed several young males sitting on
the porch looking at their watches as if they were waiting for a certain
time.  He guessed the males looked between the ages of perhaps nine and
eleven years old.

   He also noticed that they were all looking at the house at the end of
the street.  He guessed and smiled as he figured that James must have had
some young daughters that these young boys were interested in.  He had no
inkling what he was about to walk into.

   He reached the house and knocked on the door.  Less than a minute later
the door opened.  The first thing he heard was a small squeaky young voice
saying, "You're not him.  Who are you?"

   He looked down and saw what looked like a six year old girl.  She was
wearing a pair of two toned panties, white on the back, light blue on the
front with a light yellow duckling print on the front.  The panties were
all that she was wearing.

   The little girl in just a pair of panties seemed very odd but he
answered saying, "My name is Ted.  I'm here to see James."

   "Oh, he's in the living room.  Just go straight ahead."

   He stepped into the house and just as he did he heard the little girl
say, "You're late."

   He turned back and saw a young boy perhaps nine or ten year old.  The
boy smiled saying, "I'm sorry, how can I make up for it."

   It took the small girl a full moment to answer.  When she did she said
with a huge smile, "I'll show you."

   She reached her small hand out.  The boy took it and in a flash they
walked past him.  He watched them turn right and down a hall.  He looked
down the hall and saw two doors.

   He watched the girl open the door to the first room and go in.  The boy
followed her and the door closed behind him.  Ted was very curious as to
what a six year old girl and a nine year old boy would be doing in a room
together.

   The idea of sex between the two did not seem possible, but what else
could a nine year old boy and a six year old girl be doing in a room
together?  He shook his head and walked straight ahead.  A few feet further
down on the right he noticed a kitchen.

   In the kitchen he noticed three young girls sitting at a table.  Again
he noticed that all the girls were wearing only panties.  He noticed one of
girls had a very small pair of tits poking out of her chest.  He guessed
the girl could be no more than ten or eleven years old.

   The girl with the small tits noticed him and smiled.  Her near nakedness
and baby small tits caused his cock to twitch.  He had to get himself
together.  It was not right to be turned on by such a young girl even if
she had a pair of very small tits.

   He smiled back and collected himself as best as he could.  He was glad
he had enough wits about him to stop his cock from twitching.  Just past
the kitchen was another doorway with thick bright colored beads hanging
from the ceiling to the floor.

   He had only seen beaded doorways like this in old movies and was
surprised they still actually existed.  He walked through the beads and was
frozen in place.  Sitting on a light brown couch was James.

   Between his bare man size legs was a small head.  From the sight of her
wiggling naked butt and hairless pussy wedged between her young legs, she
was most likely a nine year old girl.

   Her pink lips were obviously locked onto James' large, very hard cock.
Her blond hair bounced as she bobbed head up and down sucking on James'
cock.  The girl stopped.  She took James' cock in her young hand.  She
smiled brightly looked up and said, "Am I doing better?"

   "Much better," James answered.  "Now make me cum and swallow all of it
this time."

   "I'll try really, really hard," she answered very sincerely.

   Ted could not believe what he was watching.  Still his eyes were glued
to the sight in front of him.  His eyes focused on her small pink lips as
she wrapped them around James' very, large hard cock.  His own cock started
to fill with blood.

   If he kept looking there would be no stopping his pending erection. 
Everything he was watching had to be wrong.  He forced himself to turn
away. As he turned, in front of him was the girl from the kitchen with the
very small pair of tits.  Reaching out her hand she smiled and said,
"Follow me."

   Ted did not want to move.  He wanted to scream no; but he was drawn to
her like an magnet to metal.  Like the forces magnetism he worked with he
was compelled to take her hand and follow her.

   Drawn by forces he could not control, he went past the kitchen and back
to the hallway.  To the left this time she led him with a smile, bright
pink, frilly panties, and of course those very small tits.

   Through the first door of two he followed her in.  Standing just inside
the door that closed behind him he watched her do a sexy shimmy as she
lowered her panties ever so slowly.  His mind was a haze of lusting sex. 
His cock sprouted out of his shorts, jammed against his pants.

   Ted grabbed for her.  She easily slinked back and said, "Now, now, don't
be too eager.  We have plenty of time and you have much to learn." Learn?
He wondered what could this young girl teach him about sex he did not
already know.  Whatever it was he decided he was more than willing to
learn. He watched as her pink panties slipped past her peach fuzz, covered
crotch.  When her panties slid off her small feet all he could do was
admire her young flesh.

   Not quite a woman yet, but she looked more than ready.  More than ready
for anything he wanted to try with her.  Then he remembered, he was not in
control of this experiment she was, and he would have to take his queues
from her lead.

   Totally naked she slowly walked to him.  He was at the edge of control
but he had been married for some time and thought he had enough sense to
control himself.  He had to focus.  He forced his mind someplace else. 
"Now, now." she said, "don't think of that."

   She interrupted his safe hide away.  The one he used to control his
lust. The one he used to cool off so he could give his wife pleasure before
he had his own.  He struggled, no longer in control of anything.  She
smiled like a child on a holiday.

   She eased toward him and he came like a mad man in his pants.  He shook
his head both embarrassed and feeling like a young boy again.  A young boy
who had just discovered what the thing between his legs was for.

   With a few strokes a young boy who could cum and cum again."Don't feel
bad, it happens to everyone." she said with comforting reassurance.

   It did happen to everyone but it only happened to young boys with randy
dicks.  He was not a thirteen year old kid, he was a grown man and it
should not have happened to him.  "See" she said, "you're still nice and
hard."

   He would have looked down but he could feel his hard cock.  His hard
cock that stood straight up like he was thirteen again.  He wanted to
wonder how she got his pants off, but he guessed that it did not matter. 
"Now," she said, "think only of me.  Think of how much pleasure you will
give me when you lick my small cunny."

   She slowly walked away from him like a goddess on a silver cloud.  Her
body betrayed the fact that she was still too young to have children, too
young to have sex, but it was only an illusion.  For everything about her
said yes I am ready, follow me.

   She slipped onto the bed turned and smiled at him.  If he had any doubts
they had passed by a long time ago.  He took off his shirt and joined her
on the bed.  "Kiss me all over.  Taste my skin.  Taste all of me." she
whispered softly.

   Confusion filled his distorted mind.  For like the young boy he was now
he did not know where to start.  "Start here," she said and pointed to her
shoulder.

   He kissed her shoulder.  He could feel her soft skin.  It was young and
new like it was her first time.  No perfume, no make-up, not even a hint of
soap, but sweet and new.

   He had touched and kissed women before, but this was different; why he
did not know, or care.  He could only think of her young body and the
pleasures he could give her.  He had experience, yet somehow he knew it
would not be enough.

   He kept kissing her slowly moving toward those small mounds of baby
fresh young tits.  He could only think of her and nothing else.  He could
feel his cock harder than he ever remembered, so hard it ached.

   He ached to slip into her young body and pound her to oblivion.  Yet for
some reason even though he was completely focused on her, he had control of
his body.  Was it her, or was it himself that kept him from jamming his
cock up her small young cunt?  He had no idea, nor did it matter.

   He was enjoying her like it was his first experience with a female, only
better.  He had no concept of time.  The only thing that mattered was the
connection between his lips and her tender young flesh.  How he found all
of her baby tit in his mouth he did not know.

   He slowly drew his lips up her less than half grown breast to her small
nipple.  She smelled like a child and a woman at the same time, like a
little nymphet angel if there was such a thing.  He sucked on her unready
nipples like a man, a boy child, and a hungry baby.

   The only thing that kept him from cumming again was his empty balls, yet
his cock was still painfully hard.  Hard and randy like a thirteen year
old. All he could feel was her soft young body and all he could hear was
her slow moans of pleasure.  "Very good," she whispered softly, "You are
learning."

   He could not escape feeling proud.  Somehow he knew she had felt his
pride.  Her fingers on his head stroking his hair told him so.  Minutes,
hours, years with no caring, or concept of time.  Leaving his fingers on
her small cones of wonder he kissed his way down to her peach fuzz covered
crotch.  "Yes," she whispered, "softly."

   It was his cue.  With only his tongue he separated her peach fuzz slit.
As his tongue parted her labia he tasted nothing.  Nothing but the small
entry into her young body.  He rolled his tongue around her pink interior
and still he tasted nothing.

   She was pure beyond belief, yet wanton and hungry at the same time;
hungry for his tongue to go deeper into her young body.  He pushed his
tongue into her, into her bright pink inner girl meat.  He found the
resistance of her young inner flesh tight, hot, and wet.  Finally he tasted
her secretions.

   She tasted sweet almost like honey, yet hotter and earthier than any
female he had ever been with.  It was an intoxicating combination. 
Stroking her small nipples he could feel them stiffen.  He dug his tongue
deeper into her, but he could not get further into her tight, pink, young,
sweet cunny.

   He could feel the quickening of her strong young heart, the faster rise
and fall of her chest.  Everything about her body spoke that she was ready,
but she had not spoken in some time.  All it took for her to speak to him
was just the slightest flex of her body.  He placed his tongue on her
covered clit.

   With soft strokes he pressed against her covered clit slowly exposing
that small lump of pleasure flesh.  A tantalizing morsel, he nibbled on it.
He felt her exhale deeply, then inhale as her flesh tightened with the
pleasurable trauma of an orgasm.

   Not one but many.  He knew she was cumming faster and harder than any
woman he had ever been with.  Feeling she had had enough he was about to
stop when he heard her say, "Now!  Give me your cock.  Put it in me deep
and hard!"

   He would have rushed the moment, but he knew that would be wrong.  Not
only for him but for her.  He wanted to feel every inch of her and he knew
she wanted to feel every inch of him.  Slowly he positioned himself between
her young widely spread, eager legs.

   The pink cone of her entry way smiled at him bidding him to enter her.
He gripped his still painfully hard cock and split her semi-hairless slit.
He rubbed the aching tip of his cock between the folds of her young flesh.

   He could feel her heat.  He could feel her willingness as she moved up
to meet the tip of his raging hard cock.  The resistance of her eleven year
old opening was incredible.  It was as if he was prying her apart with a
steel rod.  A hard steel rod that was his cock.

   Her tight young flesh yielded to his onslaught as he sunk his cock into
her body.  Inch by inch he felt her gripping eleven year old cunt split
open and welcome his cock.  Just when he thought he had all of his cock in
her she arched her butt up giving him even deeper penetration.

   He felt the tip of his cock press hard against her cervix and his balls
were resting on her ass.  "Yes" she softly whispered, "Now is the time to
fuck me hard and good."

   He wanted to do exactly that but she was just too tight.  He would have
to painfully go slow long enough for her to stretch further around his
cock. Each time he pulled back up and down again he felt her cunt yield to
the length and thickness of his adult cock.

   Each time he pushed into her he could feel the resistance of her cervix
pressing hard against his cock.  He tried not to go in too deep, but she
would not have it.  Every time he stopped short she pushed harder against
him taking everything he had deep into her hot, tight, eleven year old
cunt.

   Finally the urge to jam his cock into her as hard as he could
overwhelmed his caution.  He fucked her harder than he ever fucked any
grown woman.  With reckless abandon he drove his cock into her cervix.

   She took everything he had to give and asked for more.  Like a crazed
beast he gave her more than he thought he had to give.  They were like two
wild animals no longer human driven beyond simple passion.  Beyond anything
but intense pleasure.

   There were no thoughts or consciousness only pleasure.  They where no
longer two minds, only one driven by pleasure of each other's bodies. 
Every hard thrust he took into her young body he could feel the vibrancy of
her continuous orgasms.

   He could feel her sucking the semen out of his empty balls, but he was
no longer thirty he was a thirteen year old young boy cum machine.  He felt
his balls swelling like they were two huge balloons.

   Driven by primal lust there could be no holding back.  Like a cannon he
fired huge wad after huge wad of cum right against her cervix.  No grunting
or groaning, there was only the exhaling and inhaling of exhaustion.

   Barely able to support his weight he slipped onto a pillow and drifted
off to sleep.  He had no idea how long he had been sleeping when he heard a
soft voice.  He opened his eyes and looked toward the edge of the bed.

   Standing there was the same blond headed girl he saw earlier.  "Hi," she
said, "I'm here to suck your cock.  If that's okay with you."

   "I don't t----" he tried to say but was quickly interrupted.

   "You will.  I know you will."

   He did not even have a chance to repeat his broken objection when he
felt his cock spring up from the sagging position between what he thought
were his dried up balls.

   "See," she smiled as she slipped onto the bed.

   An eleven year old was bad enough but this was a nine year old.  She was
just two years older than his son.  Still he did not have much time to
dwell on that.  Her petite nine year old fingers were already wrapped
around his cock.

   All he could really notice were her fingers were not quite long enough
to reach all the way around his cock.  Still she gripped his cock and
guided him into her open mouth.  Her mouth seemed so small yet she took a
good portion of his cock over her small pink tongue and into her mouth.

   What else could he do but relax and watch her.  Watch her sparkling
blond hair as it bobbed up and down, with her young bright pink lips
sucking his cock.  He had is cock sucked before but never by a nine year
old.

   Still this nine year old was sucking his cock like no other female he
ever knew.  She sucked it like she loved it.  She sucked it because it gave
him pleasure and she seemed to really want that.  She did not ask for
anything in return but he felt obligated.

   He reached down toward her small curved nine year old butt.  When his
hand touched her soft cheeks she stopped sucking his cock and softly said,
"I am not ready for that lesson yet."

   Lesson he wondered.  Was James some kind of teacher but what was he
teaching?  Teaching underage girls the pleasure of sex?  "Please," she
said, "only think about me and what we are doing."

   It was almost the same exact words the eleven year old had spoken.  Once
again he drifted away from everything outside the room and made the room
his whole world.  Whatever was beyond her small lips tightly sealed to his
cock no longer held any reality.

   It was just him and her.  She smiled, "That's better.  You learn well."
She than licked his shaft from the base of his balls to the top of his
slit. She licked every grain on the tip of his cock.  The pleasure was so
acute it was at the very edge of pain.  In shock he watched her swallow his
entire cock.

   He could see the tip of his cock stretching her neck, forming a three
dimensional picture painted with her skin as her slim neck stretched around
his cock.  She swallowed every inch of his cock to his balls and tried to
swallow even more.

   A glint in the back of his mind crept into his conscious telling him
what she was doing was not possible.  But the reality of the moment
suppressed it as he focused on her sweet nine year old lips as she drew up
his cock to catch her breath.

   All the way down to his balls and back up to the grainy tip of his cock
her lips went.  She was the one who should have been short of breath, but
she wasn't, he was.  As she continued to suck his cock like a machine his
breathing became labored.

   "Just a little more," she quickly smiled.

   A few moments ago he would have thought impossible, but he was no longer
in that reality.  He was in the reality of this single moment.  A moment
with a nine year old, cock loving little girl, and just as she spoke he
felt his balls filling up once again.

   He felt the pressure of her lips on his cock ease.  She knew he was
ready, but she wanted to prolong that exquisite moment for as long as
possible.  He did not grumble, gripe, command, or prolong the moment for
she was in complete charge of not only his cock, but his body and mind at
this moment.

   His pleasure was so much he felt like he was leaking enough pre-cum to
fill a bucket.  She licked every bit of his spewing pre-cum like it was
sugar.  Slowly she licked along his narrow cock slit and there was no
mistaking the fact that she loved it.

   She played with his balls and licked them too.  There was no part of his
cock that remained untouched by her nine year old tongue and lips.  He just
let her do her thing not wanting to cum.  Still even in this strange
reality he was human, and being so he could not stop the inevitable.

   She again swallowed every inch of his cock down to his balls, once again
giving him the skin painted picture of his cock.  Like a shotgun he fired
shot after incredible shot of cum straight down her swallowing throat.

   When his cock finally stopped shooting he again was exhausted.  Just as
his head slipped onto the pillow he saw her licking his cum off her lips
and heard her softly say, "Rest."

   Ted opened his eyes and as he did he had no idea how much time had
passed.  He felt well rested.  Then the image of his wife entered his mind.
He loved her and now he felt guilty he had cheated on her.  He thought the
best thing he could do was leave.

   He sat up and looked around for his clothes, but all he saw was the bed
and a night stand next to it.  As he looked toward the night stand he saw a
large white card.  The card had a blue dove printed on it.  He decided to
see if anything was written on the inside of the card

   Naked he stood up and walked over to the night stand.  He picked up the
card and opened it.  He read the card.

   "There is no guilt in this place nor should there be, but if you wish
you may leave and always feel guilt.  If you stay enjoy your meal."

   Just as he put the card down and was trying to decide what to do the six
year old girl he had met earlier walked through the door and into the room.
He noticed she was carrying a covered plate.  He also noticed she had
changed her panties.

   As she walked toward the night stand he remembered he was naked.  Before
he could dwell on the fact she put the plate on the night stand, turned and
walked out of the room.  As she closed the door he noticed she had a pink
bunny printed on the back of her white panties.

   He was hungry and decided to eat, putting off any decision until he
finished eating.  He lifted the covering off the plate.  On the plate was a
steak, greens and a potato.  He looked at the steak and he immediately
noticed it had a bone.

   He vaguely remembered this type of steak was called a porterhouse steak.
With sixteen billion people to feed old farming methods could not keep up
and were almost done away with.  Only the rich could afford real meat from
a cow.  With the advent of fusion power converting energy to matter was
just a flip of the switch.

   You could have whatever you wanted to eat, and although it did taste
somewhat synthetic after so many years no one could tell the difference
anymore.  Knowing that this was a very rare treat he decided to take his
time.

   He cut into the steak and it was perfectly cooked to a medium rare. 
Never having had a real piece of meat he did not know what to expect as he
lifted the fork to his mouth.  He put the steak into his mouth.  His eyes
lit up; it was like nothing he ever tasted before.

   Its taste was rich beyond belief .  Yet it had the vague taste of
synthetic meat only beyond better.  He slowly chewed it savoring the taste.
Taking small bite after small bite and savoring every morsel he finally
finished eating.

   As he took the last sip of the iced tea that was provided with the meal
the door opened.  In walked the six year old who had brought him the
covered plate and who he had met earlier.  She smiled at him and slowly
walked past where he was sitting.

   As she walked past him he could not help but think how cute the pink
bunny was on her small curved ass.  Just as she was a few steps past him
she turned back toward him.  She smiled, "Join me in the shower."

   She then turned away from him and walked toward the open bathroom door.
He did not even remember the door, or that there was a bathroom beyond it.
His eyes followed the pink bunny as she moved.  He could not help but think
how sexy she looked.

   His mind wanted to object that there could be anything sexy about a six
year old girl.  Yet that fact was quickly discarded.  She was the sexist
little girl morsel that he had ever seen.  All he could do was smile as he
watched her slide off her panties.

   As she bent over to turn the water on he could see her small six year
old crack sandwiched between her skinny six year old legs.  He forgot
everything as she stepped into the shower.  How he found himself walking
into the bathroom did not matter.

   All he could see was the little girl and the water sliding down her
sparkling, naked six year old body.  She looked at him and smiled, "Wash me
all over."

   She giggled as he put his hands on her very young girl flesh.  She felt
like the child she was, but grown up beyond her short six years.  As he
washed her flat little nipples he could swear he could feel them stiffen
like a grown woman.

   Forgetting there was no soap he washed every inch of her young, soft six
year old body.  Slowly he slid his fingers past her belly button only to
feel her small hand clasp his.  She giggled saying, "You wash that part
with your tongue."

   "Of course; how silly of me," he smiled back.

   In a flash she stepped out of the shower.  In a matter of seconds she
was dry.  Fumbling for comprehension he watched her walk toward the bed. 
Remembering he stepped out of the shower and pressed the button for quick
air dry.

   A mere moment later he was dry.  He stepped out of the bathroom as if he
had never been in the shower.  He glided toward the bed.  Toward the bed
were there was a naked six year old girl with her legs wide open.  He
approached the bed and looked down.

   Although she was only six years her labia did what it was designed for
and parted to reveal the bright pinkness of her inner girl flesh.  He had
never seen such a small slit yet it beckoned him to taste it just like the
real steak had.  Real pink six year old girl meat.

   This was going to be a treat beyond just a simple real cow steak.  This
was a six year old girl who had her legs wide open, waiting for his tongue
to touch her inner girl flesh.  On the bed he kissed her inner slim thigh.
Strangely he smelled the hint of spring as he kissed his way down toward
that plump six year old, split open little slit.

   He thought of nothing but what he was about to do.  Guilt whatever it
stemmed from was gone.  Only this moment filled his mind.  He kissed her
open slit.  "Yes," she said, "you have learned."

   As he pushed his tongue into her incredible small opening he heard her
exhale with pleasure.  "I am ready for the next lesson and you are the
one," she softly said.

   He did not have to guess what the lesson was.  She was asking him to
have sex with her.  Vaguely and briefly he thought, "Was a six year old
girl capable of having intercourse, capable of being fucked with an adult
cock?"

   The thought vanished as an aberration, a glint of another reality.  A
reality that was beyond the front door to this house.  This bed, this room,
and this six year old girl with her legs spread wide asking for the next
lesson were the only things that were real.

   She could take his cock.  She would have her next lesson and he would
give it to her.  This was the reality of this single moment.  He embraced
it like the other lessons and tenderly licked every particle of her six
year old virgin vagina.

   She was too young to have any taste, but at this moment she tasted like
a little girl about to become a grown woman.  Yet her pink hole seemed
impossibly small.  A few seconds ago he would have thought exactly that.

   A few seconds were gone just like her pink bunny printed panties laying
on the bathroom floor.  He used all he had learned and was about to learn
as he played with her virgin vagina with his tongue.

   He could feel her six year old body tremble as she exhaled with the
pleasure of a hard orgasm.  He knew exactly when to ease off.  He was
connected to her six year old body like it was part of him.  When she
reached for his new almost impossible erection he knew it was time.

   He took his time griping his cock and placing it against her tiny pink
opening.  The head of his cock was at least twice as big as her wide open
cunny yet he started to push his cock into her.  He watched in pleasurable
fascination as her cunny stretched paper thin around his cock.

   Sinking his cock slowly into her unready and untried six year old vagina
he saw the head of his cock forming in her small belly.  He watched the
small sex mound rise as he penetrated deeper into her six year old body. 
He heard her wince in pain as the head of his adult cock shredded her
hymen.

   Her hymen blasted to bits, blood seeped out of her six year old sex hole
and around his cock.  He knew it hurt but she was all smiles as he went
deeper into her young body.  He had less than half of his hard cock into
her when he felt her cervix blocking further entrance.

   He pulled back and slowly started to fuck her and she fucked him back.
Like an impossible perfect machine and beyond mere sex they made love
together.  They changed positions several times but they never lost their
sexual connection.

   Never in his life had his cock been squeezed so tightly by a female's
vagina.  He had nothing to wonder about for there was only this perfect
moment.

   A moment that could only be shared by sexual contact.  Time for a moment
did not exist or have any relevance.  Only his body, her body, and the
connection of his adult cock and her six year old vagina did.

   Every time they moved together it was beyond perfection.  Neither of
them would ever forget this moment.  Yet there was no love involved, only
the supreme pleasure of sex between two humans.  In the end it was only a
lesson learned by both of them but it was so much more than that.

   What they were sharing together was beyond words or description.  Yet
they would try.  Words like incredible would be used but it was inadequate
at best.  Sometimes they would wonder if it even happened but it did.

   A perfect moment of sexual intercourse between an adult male and a six
year old former girl child.  When it ended in a simultaneous orgasm neither
had the energy to speak.  They drifted off together asleep, dreaming of
what they shared.

   Ted would give and receive many more lessons but nothing would compare
to that brief moment.  He stayed at James' house for three more days and
never met him.  When he returned home he made love to his wife like he had
never made love to her before.

   He still wonders what James one thing really was but it really does not
matter.  All that mattered was the time he spent at James' house with his
young girls.

   The end: