SOLILOQUY - TWO

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It never ceased to amaze me how my little friend was always willing to play our �game� whenever the opportunity presented itself. She never seemed to tire of jerking me off. And, of course, I never tired of it either. Also, she seemed to delight in experimenting with different strokes, caresses, nibbles, licks, and tempo, which thrilled me even more.

The one thing, however, that caught my attention each and every time it occurred, was that if by chance it happened that an errant stream of cum should strike her on the face, she was undaunted by it. One could even say it tickled her, because she usually laughed, which, as a result, ended with a brilliant strand of pearls oozing into her mouth to be swallowed without question or thought.

All this was important to my plan for the long range, but first I needed to pave the way with a gradual change in pattern.

About the sixth time we got together I was lying naked on the bed, stroking myself, when she arrived.

This precious six year old angel was as erotic in her school clothes as she was naked. Today she wore a white buttoned shirt, red plaid skirt, and white tights. If I wasn�t hard before, I certainly was now.

She scampered to my side, gave me a peck on the cheek, and then watched me slowly fondling my cock. She laid her hand on my leg, moving to the inside of my thigh, and then slid tenderly up to cup my balls, kneading them ever so gently with her fingers. By now she understood how much it excited me to have them caressed.

I removed my hand and she replaced it with her own. Bending down she kissed the tip. There was already some precum on its head, which stretched to follow her, aching to remain attached to those luscious lips, but, weak as the character of the man it emanated from, the thread broke.

I let her work her magic for a while, reveling in every loving stroke; rejoicing in the magic of her tiny hands. The thought crossed my mind, 'This little jewel will be very popular in high school.'

Hating to interrupt, but anxious to proceed in a new direction, I told her to undress, except for the tights. I wanted to remove them. She complied, as always, without hesitation or embarrassment.

The nimble little fingers now began unbuttoning her shirt. It fell to the floor revealing the creamy white flesh of an unblemished chest without even a hint of developing breasts, yet even in its sexlessness, so very feminine. Her nipples were pale pink and petite. Her arms were thin, showing little musculature, with shoulders sloping down from a long slender neck. The oval shape of her face was framed in dark brown hair which hung slightly down her back. Bangs came to the edge of her eye brows, emphasizing those stunning dark brown eyes. A pert little nose and mouth completed the exquisite site before me. But, when the plaid skirt followed the shirt in its journey to the floor I was astounded at how much more sensual she seemed standing there in only white tights; the vague outline of panties beneath, teasing of hidden treasure; the sweet round belly button just peaking above the waistband, like a frightened animal afraid to come out of its burrow; the skinny legs were encased in pure, wholesome white just waiting for me to corrupt.

I moved to the edge of the bed. She moved naturally between my legs and her hands automatically went to the place they loved to go.

The feeling was so wonderful I hated to interrupt her. Her touch was gentle. The sight of her tiny hands and fingers gripping my cock was exhilarating. She was a little girl doing a big girl�s job. She was an angel behaving like a sinner. She was pure little preteen tramp, a whore, a slut. Of course, to her it was all just having fun.

I told her we were going to play a new game. I said that she always had to do all the work and this time I was going to do that and she could just lie there.

I asked if that was okay and she cheerfully replied, �I guess so.� At other times she could be quite the chatterbox, but when we were together like this she was all concentration.

Placing a pillow on the end of the bed I lifted her up and sat her on it. I then moved another pillow near the first with a short space between. I gently lowered her down so her head and shoulders were propped up on the second pillow and her hips were elevated on the first.

I raised her legs in the air and reached for the waistband of the tights. She lifted up a little to allow me to slide them over her hips. Her legs were smooth and soft. Beneath the tights she wore pale blue bikini cut panties.

I separated her legs a little and rubbed her cleft through the cotton fabric. The area was warm and pliable, and she cooed a little at the manipulation. Unable to wait any longer, like a child anxious to unwrap a present, I tugged her panties over her hips, down her legs and off her feet.

There it was in all its unexcelled beauty; the prize dreamed of by so many men, sought by some, acquired by few; unblemished by hair, untarnished by menstruation, unspoiled by assault, and unstained by semen. A six year old, precious preteen pussy; pouting, pink, puckered pulchritude poised for my pandering, prodding, and poking. It left me speechless and unsure of my next step.

My mind toyed with the idea of entering that virgin hole. Perhaps gentle, but constant pressure with the head of my cock would allow it to slowly ease its way in. Imagining its tightness and the ecstasy of ejaculating inside her almost made me come. I spread her legs farther, opening the area. A quick glimpse of her hymen quickly put an end to that thought. So far she enjoyed our little trysts. They were harmless, naughty fun. Any discomfort on her part would risk putting an end to future encounters.

It was also very difficult to control the urge to bury my face in that sweet little cunt. I imagined its scent and the taste. God, I wanted my tongue, at least, to go where my penis couldn�t, but that must be left for later endeavors.

Instead, I rubbed it again with my fingers, which seemed to please her. She developed a big smile and wriggled a little under the pressure. Now and again I would lick my fingertips, not so much to moisten the region, but to steal a taste. The palate of a connoisseur has never savored sweeter nectar.

Grabbing my dick, I placed its head in the cleft and continued the massage with this digital substitute. Her smile became more subdued, as if she was unsure what might be coming next. I wondered if she had the thought I might try to penetrate her vagina, or if she even understood it could be for that purpose. But if such a resignation entered her mind, her resolve was steadfast and her trust in me unwavering.

However, when I took a small bottle of lubricant and greased the length of my shaft and her pubic region, the smile had completely disappeared and her lips parted. In her eyes I could read something. Was it fear, nervousness, or the expectant hesitancy one feels before a carnival ride, that one is uncertain of, begins? Her eyes were wide with concern, but still she did not protest.

A liberal application of lube was applied to the insides of her thighs. Then I rested my cock on her pubic mini mound and closed her legs on it. Moving my hips back and forth I began fucking her legs. The relief she felt instantly showed on her face. Her smile returned and broadened to a huge grin. The ride was going to be fun after all.

I started slowly at first. The tightness of her legs squeezed around my dick was lessened by the smooth silky lubricant. It was fairly easy to fantasize myself impaling her asshole and fucking it deep.

Holding her legs together at the ankles with one hand, the other hand explored her body. She giggled a little when a finger ringed a tiny pink nipple. She was perfectly flat. Of course, at six years of age there was no hint of breast development, but this fact alone amplified the inexplicable feelings that surged through me. Was it excitement that I was corrupting the uncorrupted? Was it an adrenaline rush knowing how dangerous such an assignation could be? Perhaps it was the joy of sharing intimate pleasures with her before society could step in and brainwash her against their delights?

Yes! Yes! Yes! All of these and probably much more, but at the moment I was not into analyzing my motives. I was simply enjoying fucking this sweet little one�s legs with a relish unbecoming any grown man, but uncaring on that concern.

I knew it would not be long before I could not stem the necessity of ejaculation, but that was not the important subject of this session. I had a more deep-seated reason.

She chuckled a little and I asked, �What?�

�It�s like he�s playing peak-a-boo with me,� she snickered.

So, for the next few strokes I inserted, in a stuttered rhythmic meter, �peek-a-boo-I-see-you-I-am-coming-to-get-you,� to which she seemed immensely pleased.

Her answer to this was, �he-is-coming-to-COME-on-me,� and she laughed.

It was so sweet, so innocent, and so NOT innocent all in the same breath. I thought to myself how unusual it was to be playing a child�s game, with a child, but using my penis as a prop.

As I began to feel the growing tide begin its rush upon me I increased the speed of my strokes.

The giggles began again and I managed to squeak out a, �What, now? ����� as I neared a climax.

Her answer, through delicious fits of laughter was, �Your bag keeps bumping my butt, and it tickles.�

To which I interjected a �Bump, bump, bump,� with a gush of semen accompanying the last �bump� which shot right into her wide open mouth and a trail of sperm ran down her chin and onto her chest; a shot that couldn�t have been more perfect if I had planned it that way, which in a manner I did. She quickly swallowed, a reflexive response, but one which did not seem to bother her.

The laughing resumed just as the second shot flew from the head of my cock. This was even stronger than the first. It traced a line from her bangs, down the side of her nose, and across her still open mouth, chin, and neck. Once more she swallowed and her flitted over her lips dragging vestiges of sperm into her mouth.

I had assaulted her face sufficiently and I did not want to waste an opportunity to lay a string of pearls on her cunt, so I spread her legs, and jerked the final ejaculate, of which there was a fair amount, on the opening of her vagina, her tiny labia, and pressed against her anus while firing a last loaded shot. Even after I had finished coming, I rubbed the area with the head of my dick, massaging it into any slot, hole, or crease I could.

When I drew back she grinned evilly and said, �That was fun!�

I used this chance to open a discussion that I hoped I knew the answer to. �You got a bunch in your mouth,� I said.

�That�s okay,� she chirped. �It�s happened before.�

�You don�t mind?�

�I don�t care. It�s kinda salty, but it�s okay if it happens.��

�You know, I�ve read that some big girls do with their mouths the same as you do with your hand,� I added matter-of-factly.

�And swallow all of it?� she asked somewhat astonished.

�Yeah. They say it helps make their skin smooth and soft and helps prevent blemishes.�

�Really?� she asked with a frown of concentrated thought.

�Yeah. That�s what I�ve read.�

There was a long pause which I let go to its natural end; one I knew was coming, or hoped more than anything. I hadn�t realized I was holding my breath until she spoke and I exhaled heavily. �Next time can we do that?�

�Do what?� I said trying to make it seem it wasn�t a particular item on my mind.

�Let me do it in my mouth? Like those big girls?�

�But that would mean when I come all of it will go in your mouth. Are you sure you want to do that?�

�Yeah,� she chimed. �Please? Please?�

�Well, I guess, if that�s what you want.�

�I do,� she said with an expression of earnest on her still come covered, precious face. �I really do.�

[And so do I my sweet baby girl. And so do I.]

THE END - Part 2