SOLILOQUY - ONE

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The first time she put her hand on my cock I took a deep breath and held it. The sensation was overpowering, rapturous, like one�s first glimpse of a Renoir in a museum, or the first steep plummet on a roller coaster; a breath-taking moment in its literal sense. Yet it had a hidden delicate undertone, like the scent of fresh mown clover in the early spring swollen with nectar and dews, that made me wish never to relinquish that precious instant.

Her fingers barely encompassed its girth as she wrapped them around it.

I was standing naked in front of her, and she was still dressed in school clothes fitting for a first grader; dark blue dress cut to the knees, short sleeved, buttoned front, and open lace frilled collar.

How I convinced, coerced, commanded, or contrived to get her to do this is unimportant, as is whether she is daughter, step-daughter, girlfriend�s daughter, neighbor�s daughter, or niece. As the saying goes, �That�s someone�s daughter,� and right at that moment I was glad that that someone had had a daughter. I believe, more than anything else, she did it out of curiosity; a good enough reason for me.

Looking down all I could see was the top of her head, bent slightly to better view her commission.

I told her to kiss it, which she did. I wanted her to get used to the idea of putting her lips on it for later plans constructed from my dreams. Unlike what I expected of her � a peck on the shaft or head � she brought her lips directly to the tip, on the opening, and rested them there for a few moments.

My dick was so hard it throbbed.� I felt like whimpering like a puppy. In only a couple of minutes this pert little six year old had annihilated my self-control and reduced my emotions to a gelatinous blob. I know I began trembling. If I had been in an accident I would have called it shock. Maybe it was cock shock.

She looked up, concern apparent in her eyes, those deep lustrous pools of brown. �Are you okay?� she asked in a voice so tiny, so innocent, so young, almost melodic in its timbre and cadence that it never failed to turn me on just hearing it.

�Sweetheart,� I told her, �I�ve never been more okay,� all the while thinking to myself, 'You�re a middle aged man with a six year old girl stroking your cock. You�re not okay.' But my weaknesses didn�t matter right now. I had to muster all my strength to keep from coming prematurely.

She slid her hand down the shaft with very little grip. Considering the harsh treatment my dick is used to, I wouldn�t have expected the lightness of the movement to make much of an impression, but I was wrong. The feathery motion thrilled me deep inside. I moaned and she looked up again.

I told her she made me feel so good I couldn�t help but make noises. Not to worry, anything she did would feel great.� She could have made a fist and slammed me in the balls and it would have been okay at this point (but I didn�t tell her that).

She reversed the motion and her hand returned up the shaft.� I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling.

After another downward slide and back she moved to the head and began massaging it with her fingertips. She was experimenting now. The area was super sensitive, but there was no way in hell I was going to interrupt her.� Besides, this was the most delicious torture I had ever endured.

Returning to her original motions, she gripped it a little more tightly, sliding slowly all the way down to the pubic hair and back. Again and again she repeated the effort. Stroke after stroke drove me to the edge.

I don�t know what made her try different things. Maybe it was the uniqueness of the act. Maybe she wanted to find what affected me the most, nor could I discern which that would be. It was all divine. At one point she pushed her hand down over the tip like a head being pushed through opening of a turtle neck sweater, or, perhaps more fittingly, a dick pushing itself into a pussy. One hand followed the other, continuously, for a dozen strokes. I tried to imagine myself pushing into her sweet virgin cunt, but that seemed to devalue the magnificent job she was doing.

She grasped the shaft more tightly and began jerking at a faster pace. Moving in close to my thighs her hand was thrashing from behind her shoulder like she was whipping a dog; long, hard pumping strokes. Her face rested against my body creating a sensation of its own.

She moved away again and gripped it with both hands. I could tell she was getting tired.

At my prompting we moved to the bedroom. I told her she should take off her clothes so they didn�t get stained. Surprisingly, she didn�t argue with, or even seem embarrassed by the suggestion.

As I lay on the bed she disrobed. I didn�t have to stroke myself in the interim. There was no way I was going to lose this erection; well, perhaps one way.

When she was naked she stood there just a moment, just a brief instant, but long enough for me to imprint on my mind the beauty that was this child; soft, gently curling hair, shoulder length, framing a perfectly oval face with deep brown eyes, small up-turned nose and mouth outlined by thin pink lips. Her neck was slender, chest flat and boney, tummy still retaining a hint of baby fat, hips narrow, skinny little arms and legs, and she had a completely bald pubic area with the most gorgeous pink slit. I could have cum just from looking at her.

She walked over to the bed and took my cock in hand just like she was doing any of her household chores.

I told her to climb on top of me. She positioned herself straddling my chest, facing my penis. Her hand slid along the shaft without gripping, ending up caressing my balls.

She bent forward and kissed the tip again of her own volition. �It�s wet and sticky,� she said sitting up.

I told her it was precum, and explained what that was. I didn�t want her to be surprised or grossed out by anything that was to happen.� She simply replied, �Oh,� and bent forward once more. She kissed it again and I could feel the tip of her tongue probing the area.

In this position she seemed so small. Her legs on either side of my body presented her ass spread enough for me to see the pouting anus and the backside of her plump pussy, I wanted desperately to explore them with my tongue. But, it might be too soon.

She sat back up and started masturbating me in earnest. In a few minutes I warned her I was getting near and not to stop until I told her to. I had explained what would happen when I came earlier to her, but how could a six year old visualize that event.

Her right hand was pumping hard and her left hand instinctually moved to my balls, gently cupping them. This was all it took. I felt the pressure building in my loins. I couldn�t have stopped it if I tried.� Every muscle tensed. I had neurons firing in my body that had never seen use before. My hands balled into fists, my legs tightened and my toes curled.

She was pumping furiously when I came. I tried to fight the inevitable just to increase the sensation of orgasm. Oh, sweet Jesus! I burst forth with a geyser of cum; again and again, with her continuously stroking it, gushing a massive load.

When I was spent I put my hand on her arm to tell her to stop. I waited for a reaction.

She lifted her legs and swiveled on her hips to face me. A big splatter of cum that trickled from the side of her nose down across her lips and hung in a huge drip from her chin. There was a smile on her face that widened to an open mouthed grin. Cum filled the gap where she had lost baby teeth.� It didn�t seem to bother her that it was in her mouth. She used her tongue to wipe it away. I know she must have swallowed it.

She giggled. �That was fun,� she said with an endearing sweet smile.

I agreed.

THE END - Part 1