SOLILOQUY - FOUR

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I stood over the perfect ass; so round, so smooth, so soft, beautifully naked, fleshy in its appearance, still possessing enough baby fat to be supple, yet trim, two wonderful globes of skin, slightly dimpled on the sides, creased by the most inviting rift, the depths of which were now open to inspection revealing a small puckered hollow which was the object of my mission.

I stood, poised like a vulture eyeing its prey.

I stood, wondering if what I had in mind was physically possible.

I stood, frightened, nervous, and full of second thoughts.

I stood, reflective, thinking of the journey that brought us here.

It had begun only a few months ago with her jerking me off; simple, naughty fun, which she seemed to enjoy. Some careful planning and scheming on my part eventually led to her sucking my cock, and never batting an eye when I ejaculated in her mouth, swallowing with vigor and relish. And now�

Now I was anxious about what was about to occur. I had butterflies in my stomach. In all that is out of place in a topsy-turvy world this would rank near the beginning of the list. She should have been nervous.

�Baby, are you sure you want to do this?� I asked, and the significance in the wording of that question hit me like a slap in the face with a wet noodle. This was not a girlfriend; not a wife; not even a one night stand. This was a seven year old child; a baby.

�You promised,� she whined with disappointment. �We did all the stuff you said to get ready and you promised this time.�

She was right. I had set a list of requirements we would need to complete before even attempting it, and they had all been met.

The start of this was on what was to be the day she sucked my cock for the first time. She was six then. When she arrived at the house she ran and leaped into my arms. I was naked and she was wearing a light dress. With her legs wrapped around my body she let her butt drop and it bumped the tip of my erection.

She made a statement... something to the effect that he wanted to go up her butt, and giggled. Before I even thought, I said, �Maybe another time,� in jest.

However, with her unnatural interest in all things sexual she began asking me countless questions. Maybe it isn�t unnatural in a child who has been exposed to it. I don�t know.

I also don�t know if a seven year old can be a nymphomaniac, but she would certainly fit that category.

I do know how much pleasure she gets from it, and I don�t want that to change by making a mistake in judgment.

A mistake in judgment??! Imagine the audacity of THAT statement. Here I am, a middle aged man with a seven year old girl, who, over the last nine or ten months has repeatedly masturbated me and swallowed uncounted loads of my sperm, and I am considering what I am about to do a possible mistake in judgment.

It always seems like, when I enter into these little soliloquies, I �wax philosophical�, but questions arise in my mind that should probably have been addressed before participating in these encounters. Like, am I a pervert, or a pedophile, or what, for doing these things?

Pervert? Yes. I will admit to that. I have many sexual interests; some, the idea of which, I could not possibly entertain exposing her to.

Pedophile? No. Despite the obvious, I won�t own that. This is the only child I have ever done these things with. I don�t search out other children for sexual pleasure. I don�t look at children in a licentious way. But, she�s different. I don�t even recall the specifics of how it all got started. I�m not even sure if it was my idea, anymore. Could that be?

I definitely know I should stop, but the temptation is too great.

The end result of her questions, (poor pun not intended) was that I had to promise when she turned seven we would at least discuss the possibility. Of course to her, that meant we would do it, and she always gets her way.

Her birthday came, and I stopped by her house with a gift, age appropriate, and in keeping with the specific role I should assume with her and her family.

A couple of days later, however, when she came bounding into the house she was ready to make a go of it.

It couldn�t be done just like that, though. The game plan I devised started simply and progressed gradually, giving her plenty of time to consider and change her mind. It was one thing I made sure she understood; it was okay to change her mind. If it was uncomfortable, painful, or just plain weird we could discontinue at any time.

In a way the sensible me was hoping she would change her mind, but, of course, the pervert me hoped she wouldn�t.

Obviously, she didn�t.

After our discussion about what we would need to do before attempting this deed I performed cunnilingus on her. The first few times I did this she had considered it tantamount to a tickle fest, giggling and squirming, but after a while it came closer to the sensual feeling it was meant to convey, and her enjoyment of it changed in its demeanor. She never actually �came�, but I know she was feeling more than tickled.

I loved it. She had a specific taste that was fresh and new, unspoiled, unlike any grown woman. My wicked tongue explored the folds of her gash, diving into the portal of her unexplored chasm like a spelunker testing the opening of a new cavern. I reveled in the dream that someday I might actually get to chart that virgin territory.

Then this miraculous minx with the marvelous mouth executed the stupendous stunt of felicitous fellatio on my petrified penis. If Heaven, Eden, Shangri-La, and Nirvana do exist they are in my bedroom at times such as these.

At our next meeting I had special belated birthday gifts for her. Her excitement showed in the expression on her face, because she knew, bedsides being simply presents, they would be �naughty� presents.

I started off by giving her one I knew would tickle her fancy. She unwrapped it quickly and opened the tiny box. Inside she found a small replica of an erect penis. It was no bigger than my little finger and was originally meant to be purchased as a gag gift, but I thought it was the perfect size for beginning our exercises. She pulled it out laughing wildly. Nothing is quite as pleasant as a little girl�s laughter.

�It�s a mini you,� she squealed.

I was laughing as well, when I explained it would be the one we would start with.

There were three more dildoes, each one a bit larger than the last until they reached a size similar to my dick, a tube of lubricant, and a bottle of oil, (I�d be very surprised if the guy at the adult store didn�t believe I was gay). On top of them there were three graduated sizes of butt plugs. When I explained their use she wanted to put one in immediately, but I told her first we would need to unwrap, and use the final gift.

She dug into it with gusto, but as the box became visible her expression turned to one of puzzlement. I had to laugh. It was exactly as I had expected. Opening the box she pulled out a long thin hose attached to a narrow rod which diminished in size toward the end, terminating in a flattened rounded ball. The other end of the hose went to a large plastic bag with a stopper on the top. In the hose, near the bag was a metal squeeze clip.

�What is that?� she asked in wonderment.

�Do you remember when we first discussed doing this you asked if the man�s penis didn�t get�you know�poopy, and I said there were things we could do to make sure that didn�t happen?�

She nodded.

�Well, this is what we use for that purpose,� I said. Then I briefly explained how an enema bag works. The look on her face, at first, made me think this was going to be enough to change her mind, and part of me was elated, but when I had finished she responded with, �COOL!� And, the other part of me was elated.

Her response immediately expressed to me the inevitability of wanting to try it at once. While she stripped I made a warm, gentle cleansing solution and filled the bag.

I think this was maybe the first time she was naked and I wasn�t. Usually I disrobe before she arrives. However, with the special birthday presents she had to open I had stayed dressed so as not to distract her from her gifts. (Okay. So as not to distract me from her gifts.)

An old blanket covered the bed. It was well padded, though worn, and I figured, in case of unexpected leaks, it would be good enough protection.

She climbed up on it quivering with excitement, making sounds like she was about to board a scary carnival ride. I positioned her on her back with an old pillow beneath her butt. With legs akimbo it was all I could do to refrain from burying my face in her tiny hairless snatch.

Instead, though, I greased the tip of the enema wand and placed it against her anus.

Keep in mind I had never before operated one of these things, on me, or anybody else. Prying her ass cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand I began to push the wand inside her. She stiffened a bit and I asked if she was okay.

She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it, nodding her head.

When about three inches of the wand were inside her I raised the bag above her and slowly released the clip.

�Ooo. It�s warm. And it feels nice,� she purred.

�Tell me when you don�t think you can hold anymore,� I instructed.

When about two thirds of the bag had vanished inside her ass she made a tiny squeak, �Mmmm, okay.�

�I�m going to remove it now. As soon as it is out clamp your butt muscles tight so it doesn�t leak. Ok?�

�Mmm hmm.�

After I pulled it out I asked if thought she could make it to the toilet, to which she replied, �Think so.�

I usually keep the bedroom on the dark side when she visits. There is no important reason for that. It just makes things seem more intimate.

This time I left the bathroom door open. It cast an illuminated rectangle; a path to the goal she must reach in this somewhat warped game we were playing.

I have to admit it amused me to watch her turn onto her stomach, swivel her legs around and slide gingerly to her feet on the floor. The cheeks of her butt pinched so tightly it emphasized the dimples in them, she took small steps, legs pressed against each other so that it was almost a waddle. She reached the toilet, turned, and eased herself onto the seat.

The rush of fluid into the bowl was quite audible, but I busied myself with refilling the bag, to give her some privacy. After I heard the flush she came padding back into the bedroom.

She eyed the bag and asked, �More?�

�Probably a couple more,� I said, �unless you want to stop.�

�No,� she said with a frown. �It�s kinda fun.���������

So we repeated the process twice more. Her ability to hold it in amazed me. I expected a small accident, but there was none.

After we had finished the last bag, she climbed up on the bed and asked, �Can we try one of the thingies?� She never referred to it as a dick or cock, or even penis, always �thingy�.

How could I deny her? Besides I was interested in knowing how she would react to having anything resembling a �thingy� shoved up her ass.

Taking the smallest dildo I greased it with gel and swabbed some around her anus with my finger. Then, placing the tip against her puckered little hole, I gently inserted it.

To my amazement she actually giggled as I simulated a fucking motion with it.

She had been sucking me off regularly and I asked if she wanted to wear one of the plugs while she did that. She questioned if it wouldn�t pop out, and I assured her it was designed to stay in place.

I used the smallest, of course, but it had a wider head than the dildo and a deeper seat. There was a little more resistance to it going in. As I pushed, her mouth opened, and I thought she was going to complain, but she didn�t. And, when it found its way past what�s called the �shelf� she exhaled. I hadn�t even realized she was holding her breath. �Ooo,� she murmured, �Neat!�

With her paraphernalia in place she proceeded to give me a masterful blow job, ending, as usual, with me ejaculating in her mouth. Each time she performed this act she had less and less difficulty swallowing my loads.

During the following weeks we progressed slowly, taking our (my) time to make sure she was comfortable with the current size before continuing to the next.

After about four months (our time is not regular or frequent) we had reached the stage where she could accept the largest of the dildos and wear the biggest butt plug while fellating me. She was determined I was going to butt fuck her.

I remember the conversation after our last session. �I can do the biggest one and it doesn�t hurt,� she said with pride.

�I know,� I said, fully aware of what was coming next.

�So, when can we do it with you putting your thingy in me and squirting?�

�Well, soon. Probably.�

�You promised,� she whined. �You said when I was a big girl and I�m big now.�

And, in truth she was bigger. It amazed me that I hadn�t noticed before. In those short months she had grown a couple of inches taller, and her musculature had become more toned. She no longer had as much of the baby fat she had at six.

Yet I still balked at the idea of actually penetrating her with my penis, even in the ass. However, I was essentially backed into a corner. Oh, sure, a corner some men would give their right arm to be in, but to me it was a major step. Perhaps I was afraid if I performed anal sex on her it would be the precursor to vaginal sex. It would be the next logical move. But I told myself I would not, under any circumstances, take her cherry.

�Next time, sweetie. I promise.�

Now, it was �next time�.

I stood over the perfect ass� hedging.

She had had her enema and was squeaky clean. She lay at the foot of the bed, propped up with two pillows under her hips, so her ass lay in just the right position.

�Sometime today?� she said, and I could not suppress a smile. This was a seven year old? She sounded more like her mother.

I reached for the bottle of oil, dumping an ample amount in my hand and greased my dick thoroughly tip to hilt. Then I applied some to the insides of her butt cheeks, around the sphincter, and gently pressed some inside her.

My pulse was beating in my ears like the rhythm of a sailor�s hornpipe making my head feel like it could explode at any second.

I moved in closer, straddling her legs with mine.

Sweat ran down my forehead, between my eyebrows. It wasn�t hot in here. The air conditioner purred in the window. But it might as well have been the furnace blowing.

With my knees bent slightly I brought the tip of my penis to her asshole.

I stood over the perfect ass like a vulture, ready to rip the insides out of its prey.

Cold invaded my body, filling it in an instant. Doubt, greater than any I had ever experienced before grabbed me by the balls and squeezed.

'I can�t go through with this,' I thought.

Then a tiny voice spoke at just the right time, with just the right inflection, �You can put it in now. I�m ready.�

No more second thoughts. No more hedging. No more doubt, fear, nerves, or guilt. Her sweet, trusting, innocent, child�s voice compelled me to begin to push the head of my dick into her little girl�s ass. I wanted to take that innocence and I wanted it now.

It was slight pressure, but I felt it yield immediately. I pressed until most of the crown had penetrated, then backed out. I began it again. This time I went a little farther.

I repeated the process three more times until I had reached my penis� crest. As I pushed it became a little more difficult to gain headway, so I put more pressure to my attempt. She stiffened a little and took in a deep breath.

�Should I stop?� I asked. �Am I hurting you?�

That tiny voice that drives me completely senseless answered, �No. I�m okay.�

Having gone this far I felt it would be better to continue than to back out again and lose purchase. With even greater force I pushed until the entire head of my dick was buried inside.

I now stood inside the most perfect ass, and the feeling was better than any I had ever felt before, or dreamed possible.

�Are you okay?� I asked.

The answer seemed a bit stifled, but she asserted that she was.

There were countless times I had fantasized about this moment, but now that is was here the first thought I had was, �Okay. Now what?� Don�t judge me.

As if she was reading my mind she asked, �Aren�t you gonna go in and out?�

�I will. I just want to be sure you�re okay.�

�I�m okay. Really,� she insisted.

It�s hard to believe that a middle aged man with his dick halfway in a seven year old�s ass would take the time to carry on a conversation, but that�s what happened.

It was obvious I couldn�t stall any longer, so slowly I began to fuck her. Well, at that point fucking her isn�t exactly the right term. It was more like moving a millimeter in and a millimeter out. But she was so small I felt like if I made more profound thrusts I might end up hurting her.

The sensation was so powerful with just those mini-thrusts that I chanced going deeper. Soon the movements gathered speed and the jabs went to prods, went to pokes, went to lunges. She never received a full stroke, but a good half of it anyway.

I was lost in the ecstasy of this act. Sweat broke out all over my body. I wanted to hold back the impending climax, to make it last longer, but that was impossible.

A thought flashed through my mind and I managed to ask between gritted teeth, �Do you want me to cum in you, or pull out first?�

The whine of her voice was etched with insistence, �No! Don�t take it out. Do it in me!�

That was all I needed. The building pressure made me moan. I held back as long as possible, trying to will it not to happen. I wanted more time, but was powerless to keep it from happening. With a final groan I started coming. I didn�t let up on the thrusts. Now, I was fucking her. All restraint left me. The animal we all have inside us rose to the surface and kept me going long after a normal ejaculation would have ceased.

When I was finally finished I wanted simply to collapse on top of her, but I summoned up enough strength to slowly disengage, pulling some of my sperm with me, leaving the crack of her ass flooded.

I lay there, panting, spent. My eyes sought hers to assess how much damage I had done. When she saw me she smiled. She also looked spent, but not in the same way I did. It was a dreamy type of spent; relaxed, tranquil, peaceful. She shrugged her shoulders in a fashion that suggested giddiness, as a child does when opening a present to find just exactly what she wanted.

Then the deluge of words began so fast I couldn�t get a word in even if I had the energy to do so.

�That was cool! I wanted you to squirt your stuff in me, and you did. It was, like, warm and sorta thick feeling, sorta like the bag and water stuff, but different. You thought you was gonna hurt me, but you didn�t. I was kinda scared it would hurt, too, but it didn�t. I kinda made it easy to get it in as I could, but it still had to push its� way in, and when it got the tip part in it just kinda popped in and it was a whole lot different than the rubber thingies, but nice. I knew you was stuck right in my butt with your thingy, and it was a whole lot different than any other stuff we did so far, and I liked it. I especially liked that you squirted your stuff way inside me. I want to be on my back with my legs up in the air so I can watch your face next time. I want to see how you look when you squirt your stuff in me��

At that point I had to interrupt, �Wait! Next time?? You want to do it again?�

A look of exasperation came into her eyes. �YES, SILLY!!�

I don�t recall what thoughts I had at that particular moment in time, but I reached across the small space that separated us and began to rub her back and massage her neck. Eventually my hand drifted down to her butt. A finger found her asshole through the thick puddle of cum (more than I usually produce) and started to frig her anus, scooping the viscous, errant liquid back into her.

Much of it had descended into the chasm of her pussy. I told her to turn over then my fingers rubbed it all over her bald mound, taking special care to manipulate her clitoris with it.

Over the course of time I had played with it, sucked, and tongued it many times, and, though she seemed to enjoy it, the heightened sensations of her first ass fucking intensified the carnal emotional response in this sensitive area for the first time. She actually began to move toward my finger, directing its soft circular pattern of motion to the specific spot which would bring her the most pleasure. Moans, never heard before from this type of exercise, exited her throat in a guttural, almost animal sound.

�Ohhh, ooo, what�s� happening?� she inquired, her voiced tinged with fear of the unknown..

�Don�t worry, baby, it�s okay. Just go with it. Let it happen. Trust me?� I had no idea if it was possible for a seven year old to have an orgasm, but I was determined to find out.

�Umm. Yes,� she said weakly, a tremor in her response.

I could see the muscles in her legs visibly tighten. She grunted and lurched. �Oh. I�m scared!� she whined. Her eyes watered. I didn�t know if it from anxiety or pleasure.

�Trust me, hon. Everything is okay. You�re gonna feel a buildup of pressure, then there will be a massive release that will feel really good. Okay?� I said, trying to talk her through it.

�Yes,� she whimpered. �Oh! Oh!�

Her whole body hitched a couple of times.

�This is sorta the way I feel when I (I was going to say cum, but decided maybe it would be better to express it in her terms) squirt my stuff�

�And you LIKE it?� she cried.

�I love it, sweetheart, and you will, too. Let it happen. Cum for me. Okay?�

�Okay,� it was almost too quiet a reply for me to hear.

Another big groan and she bought her knees up in the air, her legs spread wide. Her body jerking occasionally. �I�m scared!� she sobbed.

Should I stop? I have never pressed her into anything she didn�t want to do before. Would forcing her to have a climax be in violation of that rule?

�Do you want me to stop?� I asked, trying to sound impartial.

She sniffed, �Noooo, I� I guess not.�

I was getting frantic myself. I wanted this so bad, for me as well as her. There she lay beside me, her body wracked with spasms, on the verge of her first orgasm, her legs raised and spread, knees bent, like a sweet little preteen whore. In that moment I made a decision. I quickly moved between her legs and substituted my tongue for my fingers. It didn�t matter to me that her pussy was smeared with my cum. This was important. This was monumentally important.

It was a matter of seconds of manipulating her clit with the tip of my tongue before she tightened like a swing being twisted by the seat. Her whole frame bucked and thrashed as the swing was let loose. Her legs kicked wildly. She was literally crying. I hoped it was from pleasure.

Eventually the spams subsided and she lay motionless, her chest heaving to catch her breath. Tears still streamed from her eyes, but the slight smile on her put my fear somewhat to rest.

I moved back beside her. She quickly sought the comfort of my body. I put my arms around her and cradled her to my side.

Small tremors still moved through her for minutes afterward.

In a voice so quiet it seemed to be coming from miles away she asked, �Did I� cum?�

This was the first time she had used that term. �Yes,� I answered.

�Did I squirt?�

�No. Not this time anyhow. Some girls do, but I think most don�t. They just have what you did.�

She always sought explanations for everything, and that was okay. I always told her what I knew.

I was hesitating to ask, but she provided me with the answer on her own.

�Now I know why you like it so much,� she said, and fell asleep.

THE END - Part 4