SOLILOQUY - THREE

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Sunlight shining through the living room window was sliced by the blinds, casting horizontal bars of shadow on the floor that probably should have reminded me of the vertical bars which would be waiting for me if anyone found ever out what was about to transpire that day. However, that was the last thing on my mind.

This day was to be the culmination of months of planning, preparation, and conditioning.� My little �friend�, to be less than precise, had participated in numerous handjobs with all the vigor of an adult, honestly enjoying every jerk of her hand, and delighting unequivocally in the requisite ejaculations.

At our previous encounter, she allowed me to place my penis between her well-lubed legs, fucking them till I came on her face and belly.

She was never squeamish about sperm getting on, or even in, her mouth, and had swallowed small amounts without showing the least concern. The conversation we had had following that �game� was what led to the arrangement of this day�s meeting and what would occur. And the remarkable thing was, it came about seemingly, as her idea.

Now, I waited for her arrival. To say I was nervous would be a enormous understatement. Despite the fact that I was the adult, I had the jitters of a teenage boy the first time he decides to put his hand on his girlfriend�s knee. I stood naked in a darkened room with chills running down my spine, not from being cold, but from anxiety and anticipation. My knees shook uncontrollably. One hand stroked my cock, while I gnawed the fingernails of the other. For the fifty-third time in the last ten minutes I peeked between the slats.

Outside the day was beautiful; bright and warm.� Birds flitted through the air alighting in the bushes just outside the window where they pecked at the white berries. Now and then a car would motor past. A bicyclist pedaled leisurely in the shade of the trees lining the street, their massive branches overhanging the road. Outside all was the picture of normalcy.

Oh, but inside was the picture of abnormalcy.� A man stood naked peering through the blinds, stroking his manhood, keeping it erect, awaiting the arrival of a little girl.

As I waited I began to wonder how many others were waiting in a similar fashion. Surely I couldn�t be the only sick bastard on the street, or at least in the city. I know better. It may be kept secret, but I know there are others, plenty of others, men and women who hold the same secret desires; adults who lust after young girls; very young girls.

I like to think I am a step above those who would force a child into sexual acts they don�t understand and can�t defend against. I have always been careful to explain everything to her and never pressure her into any situation in which she didn�t wish to participate. But, in the eyes of society there are no such distinctions.

She has always shown complete trust in me and I have never done anything to betray that trust. Oh, sure, I might bend the truth a little, but she has always, always enjoyed our little playtimes.

Once more I put my eye to the window.

Suddenly the neighbor�s cat leaped into the bush, frightening away the birds and nearly completing the coronary I have been so diligently working on for the last half hour.

My heart skips a beat and I can feel a freezing cold sensation deep in my balls. My mouth goes dry. The pulse throbs in my temples and I feel like I have to pee. None of this is because of the cat. I see my angel, at last, skipping down the street. My cock becomes more rigid than ever at just the sight of her.

She wears a red cotton dress which rises above her knees with each rhythmic hop. They are boney little knees. I know from the experience of having run my hands over them time and again. Her calves and shins, covered sparsely with a delicate down of hair, are so skinny it makes her legs look long, but that is an optical illusion. In actuality the top of her head barely reaches above my navel.

When she reaches the edge of the driveway the skipping stops and she breaks into a run. It makes me think the skipping was a ruse, an attempt to look nonchalant about her mission to my house. Unable to hold back her eagerness, she bounds up the paved incline, the hem of her skirt rising higher now baring even more of her legs.

This indication of her excitement puts me more at ease. I treasure the time I spend with her in this manner. No matter how singularly bad it is (or seems), I have to ask myself why. Why is it so bad? I am not forcing myself on her. I am not profiting from it in any monetary way.

She does not have nightmares about what we do. She suffers no lack of self-esteem, no withdrawal from her friends, no health issues, physical issues, or psychological issues. She understands it is considered bad (perhaps that�s even a small motivation), and that her silence on the subject is imperative. She knows what we share is special; the kind of special I hope she will look back upon someday far in the future with fond memories, and not regret. I believe she will. I try to make it so there won�t be any misgivings. I want our times to be a secret recollection that will bring a smile to her lips. That is my silent pledge to her.

And, that is not to say I don�t get my own selfish benefit from it. The sex, no matter how innocuous, is a major motivation. It is, beyond doubt some of the most enjoyable sex I have ever had, heightened by the innocence of the participant.

Why I started analyzing our arrangement at this moment I don�t know. But the slamming of the back porch door brought me back to reality. She breezed into the kitchen, kicked her shoes off, and stopped, looking through the archway into the living room. At the sight of me she let out a little high-pitched squeal, ran and jumped into my arms, throwing her skinny arms around my neck. She wrapped her legs around my waist and began reigning a million kisses all over my face, giggling all the while.

She released her sleeper hold on me and moved her top half back so we could look at each other. �Are you sure you�re ready for this?� I asked.

�Yes,� she chirped.

She let her bottom drop down still clutching my waist with her legs. I could tell what happened surprised her. Her eyes got wide and she twittered wildly as the tip of my cock met her butt in a mid-air collision. �He�s ready, too,� she laughed.

My penis was so hard it ached. �I�ve got an idea,� I told her and set her on the floor. �Take off your panties.�

She reached up under her dress and pulled white flowered undies to the floor, stepping out of them.

I put my arms out and said, �Back up you go.� She leaped into her previous position.

It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could feel her hot little pussy pressed against my stomach. The sensation was marvelous.

With arms ringing my neck she leaned back. �Now what?� she asked. Her face was lit up with an impish grin, which told me she knew what I was about to say. I looked at that beautiful face, so happy, so playful. How could what we were doing be wrong. Her eyes, those lovely brown eyes, shone with a radiance I hope will never be dimmed. It made my heart swell with emotion seeing her almost giddy with excitement. This is not wrong, I thought, just misunderstood.

�Drop down like before,� I told her. She complied with my wishes, letting her bottom sink down lower.

She giggled as her eyes went big. �He�s trying to go up my butt,� she laughed.

I absent-mindedly muttered, �Well, maybe someday.�

�Go up my butt?� she squealed.

I knew I should have kept my thoughts to myself, but it popped out before I had a chance to consider. �Guys and girls do that sometimes,� I answered.

She took one hand away from her grip and pointed to her pussy, �In this place, or this?� alternating the hand to her backside.

I was getting away from the main subject of our visit, but I thought I had better explain a little more, but I wasn�t sure how much to spring on her all at once.

�Either place, hon, but that�s for big girls.�

She scowled and said, �I�m a big girl.�

�Yes. Yes, you are, but I mean older girls.� I touched her front and said, �If they do it here it can be just for fun, or they can be trying to make babies. However, girls your age still have a little piece of skin there called a hymen that helps protect the area. The first time they do it that way tears it so the guy�s penis can enter.�

�Doesn�t that hurt?� she asked, frowning.

�A little, and there is a little blood. But after the first time the piece of skin is gone and it doesn�t come back.�

�And then it�s fun?� she asked. It seemed this precocious six year old never tired of asking sexual questions. Her curiosity for this type of information never ended.

�Yes,� I answered simply.

�And the guy squirts his stuff up inside her?�

Again, �Yes.�

�I wanna do it!� she beamed, quickly adding, �It�s okay if it hurts the first time. I want you to squirt in me.�

She was trying in her own way to convince me to do something she knew I was going to balk at by reassuring me she had faith that I would hurt her less than anyone else, but the very last thing I was going to chance doing was to take a six year old cherry.

�No, that would have to be a long time from now,� I tried to be diplomatic about the whole thing and not flat out deny the possibility. Who knows, when she gets to be a teenager, if we are still having our little rendezvous I might be tempted?

�How long?� she questioned.

�Not before you are at least thirteen or fourteen,� I answered truthfully.

�That�s a real long time.� she whined. �What about here?� she asked, touching her butt. �Is there a piece of skin there, too?�

�Well, no,� I said. �Don�t you use that one a lot?�

She giggled, �Yup. Can we do that one?�

�Don�t you think I might be a little too big for that one?� By now I was getting nervous. I had opened a can of worms I was going to have trouble closing.

Her laughter filled the room as she answered, �Some pretty big things come out of it�.

�Ok, you got me there,� I answered with a smile.

�Doesn�t your� stick get�poopy?� she asked, not really knowing how to phrase it.

I tried as best I could to explain. �There are certain things we can do to make sure you are clean in there before we do.�

She hopped up and down in my arms, �Then we can do it?�

�No. I didn�t say that. I mean I didn�t mean that. I mean� maybe sometime,� I relented, just trying to find a way out.

The inevitable, �When?� followed.

Just trying to put things off, the first response that came to mind was, �After you turn seven we will discuss it..

�Seven!� she griped. �But that�s not until next month,� she grumbled.

Now I was beginning to sweat. Of course, I knew when her birthday was, but it didn�t strike me until after I said it just how soon it would arrive. What to her was an eternity, to me was, oh-my-god-you-put-your-foot-in-your-mouth-this-time quick.

�Then we�ll talk,� I said. �But don�t we have other things to do today?� I reminded her.

�Yyyyyyyyyyyes!� she squealed, and hopped down off me.

Even through all this discourse my cock was still hard as petrified wood (to make a bad pun). The fact that we were discussing it assaulting her little asshole might have helped.

With a determined look in her eye she grabbed my dick with one hand and said, �Come with me,� and began to march toward the bedroom. I had no choice but to follow, my steps, being hampered by not wanting to clip her heels as we proceeded, must have resembled those of a geisha, being short and stuttered.

Once we arrived at the bed I told her to strip off the rest of her clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed. When she was fully naked she came to me, between my legs, and hugged me tight. I felt my dick pressing hard against her tummy. In all its scandalous eroticism this was a gesture of trust, as well as a sign that she understood what was to happen and was ready to continue. My hands went to her buttocks and squeezed them gently.

However, I had another agenda to attend to; one I had been yearning to do since our first meetings together. �Before we start, I want to do something,� I told her.

�Okay,� she said as she let me go.

I lay her on the edge of the end of the bed with pillows under her head and butt. She recalled our last time when I pressed her legs together with my cock squeezed between and fucked her legs, coming on her face and body.

�But I thought I was going to put your thing in my mouth today,� she protested. �If he squirts on me he won�t be able to squirt in my mouth.�

She had long ago picked up on the truth that once I came it would be a while before I could repeat the feat. I am not a teenager by any means.

�Don�t worry,� I assured her. �This is something for you.�

At that I spread her raised legs. The pale pink, hairless mound taunted me every time I saw it, but I had waited until I thought the time was right to do what I ached to do. Now, the time was right. I brought my lips to her �lips� pressing a tender kiss upon them. She giggled lightly.

My tongue parted them and sought her special place. I knew I had found it when her titters ceased and she began to squirm slightly. I moved to the virgin opening and traced it, carefully pressing into it until I felt some resistance.

Raising her hips I moved to her anus and repeated the action. I finished by entering the crease of her mound once more and manipulating the interior. It was as wonderful as I had dreamt it to be. When I was done she smiled and told me it felt �good�. I promised we would do it more often if she wanted. She agreed, saying it would be okay with her.

She quickly jumped to her feet and said, �Now me!�

�If you insist,� I chuckled. �How do you want me?� I asked.

She misunderstood my meaning and answered, with her eyebrows knitted together in a scowl. �In my mouth, silly.�

I had to laugh, and told her, �No. I mean how should I be positioned?�

�Sit on the bed,� she instructed.

Complying, I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs parted. She moved between them. Her hands cupped my balls and rubbed them gently. She knelt, but we found it to be too low for her to comfortably perform her task. In the end, three pillows piled under her knees gave just the right height, bringing her mouth even with the position of the head of my cock.

As she always did, she placed a kiss upon it. But, now, for the first time she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the tip. The pleasure I felt at that first entrance into her virgin mouth will probably never be equaled again in my lifetime. Outside the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and flowers bloomed in the fields. Inside, a six year old had just slid her very first erect penis between her lips. All was right with the world.

She withdrew and looked at me with a sinfully na�ve expression and asked, �Was that okay?�

�Sweetheart, I�ve never felt anything better,� I answered honestly.

A wide grin creased her face. She set back to work, sliding it in again, a little deeper this time. She couldn�t get a whole lot in her mouth, being so small and young, but what she did manage to cram in was very appreciative.

I watched the top of her head going down and coming back up. The part on the top of it was not exactly in the center and slightly zig-zagged. Strange what things catch our attention at the most unlikely times?

As she sucked it, her hands continued to massage my balls. The ecstasy of it all was indescribable. She worked slowly, but that was fine with me. It helped to keep me from coming too quickly. Earlier in the day I had jerked off with the idea that it would prolong the inevitable, plus, when I did come, the volume would be smaller. I didn�t want her mouth inundated with sperm on the first episode.

Every couple of minutes she would slide her mouth entirely off it and run her lips externally the length of the shaft. I don�t know if it was to rest a little or that she felt guilty that she couldn�t get the entire erection in her mouth and this was too appease the remaining length, but the effect was delightful.

I was quite surprised at her stamina. We had been actively engaged in this act for probably fifteen minutes before I knew I would not be able to hold off much longer. And in truth, I wanted to experience coming in her mouth.�

Not wanting to take her by surprise I told her I was getting near. Instinctively she picked up the pace.

Oh, the sensation was wild! I could feel the buildup and knew the whole idea of reducing the volume by an earlier masturbation was fruitless. This was going to be a tidal wave of come; a monsoon of sperm flooding her tiny mouth all at once and I should have warned her, but I was caught up in the moment. I was experiencing feelings I had never felt before. The muscles in my legs tightened, I held my breath, my jaws were clenched so I couldn�t have let her known if I�d wanted to, and while part of me did want to, another part thought, �Take it all little girl. Take everything I have to give you.�

It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her head and holding it there, but as it was when I started coming she kept her lips just below the head of my cock on the shaft, readying herself for the torrent.

As gentle and tender as I had always been with her, protecting her from pain, explaining everything in detail, at this particular moment I just wanted her to be my cum dump; my slut; my six year old whore. Instead of the beautiful relationship we had always had, I wanted to dominate her, to make her feel the power of man over woman. The animalistic emotions that seized me made me feel guilty, but didn�t stop me. I exploded in her mouth with a gush of sperm unlike any I had ever had before.

She choked a little, but swallowed a number of times very quickly, never releasing her lip grip on my penis. The fact that they were mostly around the head of it made it that much more sensitive. The second surge nearly equaled the first, but the little angel would not relent. I had two or three more fairly sizeable ejaculations until it began to subside.

When the main flows had ceased she started bobbing on it again and soon I knew the unbelievable was about to happen. �Don�t stop,� I fairly begged rather than ordered.

In another moment I was coming again! I had read about them, but never before had I ever had a second orgasm. As powerful as I had felt a few seconds before, I was now almost a simpering idiot. The sublime bliss of that climax actually made me faint headed.

When she finally raised her head there was semen running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, and mischievous grin on her face. �He did it two times,� she laughed, but at the same time I knew she understood she had done something extraordinary.

As she was scooping the sperm from her face with her fingers and stuffing them in her mouth I told her, �Hon, you are better than any grown up girl I have ever had,� at which she beamed even more.

�Is my hair shinier? Does my skin feel softer?� she asked, referencing a little half fib I had told her about some girls doing it every day because they felt it had those effects.

My hand touched her arm. She moved in closer to me and it went around to her back, rubbing affectionately. �I think so,� I said, and maybe even meant it.

�Don�t forget when I�m seven you�re gonna put it in my butt,� she said.

Correcting her I answered, �I said we�d talk about it.�

�Aw, come on. Please?�

I let my hand slide down to her ass and parted the cheeks. My middle finger sought out her anus and slowly rimmed it, eventually gradually pushing its way in. �It will feel something like this only much bigger,� I told her, not expecting her to enjoy the intrusion.

�When can we do it for real?� she persisted.

I paused a moment, somewhat exasperated, and definitely spent.

Then we both answered in unison, �Not till you�re seven.�

THE END - Part 3