SOLILOQUY - SIX

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She stood poised above me, naked, her little body ready for an adventure we had both dreamed of, in different ways, for a long time. Slowly she began to lower herself toward my rigid member, whose rock hardness throbbed with anticipation of what promised to be a monumental event. Her knees gradually bent in tighter angles as she brought her diminutive frame closer to the mark. Her tender, tight, sweet, and tiny cunt was now only inches from consummating the act.

As usual at this point, I began to question the wisdom of my actions. I am a fifty-something year old man. This was the first time I honestly admitted our age difference to myself. She is a seven year old girl. This isn�t right, I kept telling myself. I�m practically a half century older than her. That thought sounded horrible. I determined never to think of it that way again.

Did it make a difference that she was all in favor of this? Did it matter that she held no compunction about what we were doing? Was the fact that she initiated these trysts happily and without abandon a factor? Was it wrong that she had already sucked my cock numerous times, reveling in the ability to swallow my come with no difficulties?� Was it inappropriate that I had butt fucked her frequently (I don�t mean to sound crass, but how else could I word it)?

The answers were undeniably, yes.

Did it make me feel like a pedophile, a pervert, a predator?

Again, the answer is yes.

With her pouty little pussy poised over me she grasped my dick in her hand, bringing it up to point its arrow head toward the bulls-eye. This would be the first time we had engaged in vaginal sex. We had gradually worked with increasing sized dildos to stretch her vaginal muscles to allow my entry, as we had with her anus. I�m sure the guy at the adult store figured something entirely different when I purchased them.

Now, she was ready. But was I? Would I go through with this twisted deed, knowing all of society would condemn me in all variety of manners if it was ever revealed?

Once again, the answer was yes.

From where my head lay on the pillow I got a good view of the narrowing distance between my cock and�well, heaven. She was squatted like she was about to relieve herself. Her legs trembled slightly. I wondered if it was from the effort to maintain her balance or nervousness.

Closer and closer.� Millimeters measured the distance between our two bodies. My heart beat an erratic rhythm. And now�

But, let me digress to the beginning of this whole scene. I�ll tell you all about what transpired bringing us to this point. Then I�ll ask you a question, and I would really like an answer.

Her mother called me on the phone. She had to be out of town for the week on the East coast attending a seminar concerning her work. She knew this was sort of last minute, but would it be possible for her daughter to spend the week with me. She would be willing to pay for the extra food, etc. etc. She would be leaving Friday and not returning until the following Saturday. If not, that was okay, she would find another way.

She had been rattling on so fast I had no chance to get a word in edgewise.

When she finally took a breath I said that it would be no trouble at all and I wouldn�t hear of accepting any money. Arrangements were made and she hung up.

This presented a quandary for me. I knew right off what it meant; a week of temptation I wasn�t man enough to resist. It also meant a week of unbridled sex with a promiscuous seven year old. There was no doubt she was going to want to try the one act of which we had yet to indulge.

On the appointed day and time the mini-van pulled into the driveway. She quickly jumped out and ran to where I stood waiting. Her arms wrapped around me in a tight hug.

�We�re going to have so much fun!� she said almost under her breath.

Her mother got out and carried a suitcase and backpack to our location.

�She is always so excited to come here,� her mother said. �I don�t know what you guys do, but she loves it.�

�Oh, we find ways to have a good time,� I remarked, trying hard to keep the guilt out of my voice.

�I really wish you would let me give you some money,� she began.

�Nonsense. I wouldn�t hear of it. She is always welcome here.�

�Well, thanks again. You don�t know what a relief it is to know I can go for a week and have her stay with someone I trust.�

[Word daggers thrust deeply into my heart]

They said their goodbyes and hugged. Her mother wiped a tear from her eye. Then she got in the van and backed out onto the blacktop. We waved, and I watched her drive down the street and disappear around the corner.

When I turned my attention back to us, us was just me. She had vanished into the house. I smiled and picked up her luggage.

As I entered through the backdoor into the kitchen I saw her standing in the archway to the living room, stark naked.

�Anxious?� I asked with a chuckle.

She ran full out toward me, leaping in the air. There was only enough time for me to drop the bags before she collided with my body, the impetus sending me back a few feet. Her arms enveloped me and I caught her from sliding back down. While I held her she rained kiss after kiss upon my cheeks, lips, and neck.

I couldn�t contain the laughter. This little girl was definitely full of energy. One of my arms supported her petite butt, but the other decided to have some fun with her. My fingers tickled her side. She screamed with delight and wriggled out of my grasp.

Not wasting a moment she began to undo my belt.

�Just what do you have in mind?� I asked, hoping I already knew the answer.

�Suck your cock!� she squawked. Since I had given her permission to use vulgar terms when we were together to describe our acts she never missed the opportunity, and she knew them all. In truth it excited me all the more to hear such base language coming from one so young. There was also no denying she understood what everything meant and had tasted the fruits of most of them.

�Already? You only just got here,� I bantered, playing the game.

�Suck your cock! Suck your cock! Suck your cock!� she chimed melodiously.

�Swallow your come!�

�Well, alright. If you must,� I continued. I felt like a child again at this moment, although I am sure most children don�t play the types of games we play.

�I must. I will. I am,� she sang. By now my pants were on the floor at my ankles, my shorts had followed, and my dick stood at attention.

It had little chance to feel the freedom from clothing before being plunged between her lips. Freedom�s overrated.

The warmth of her mouth firmed my aging member even harder. Her tongue danced around the shaft as her head swiveled to allow her to access every part, top and bottom. She slid her lips back to the tip playing with the head in in-and-out motions. She removed my cock and slid her lips up and down the shaft like a child sucking the melt from the sides of a popsicle. She knew I particularly loved this.

Next, she went to work, taking the whole thing as deep into her throat as she could without gagging. Over months of such practice she had become very accomplished at this. I could feel the back of her throat engulfing the head before she had to retreat. This child loved these escapades. Who was I to stop her from her fun?

One hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed them, as if she was trying to prime them for the final assault. As much as she enjoyed the act of sucking me, her real thrill came from when I ejaculated into her mouth. With her, there was always more than with another female, or, let me be honest, my hand. [And I had pretty much given up other females after her.� As they say, once you�ve had the best everything else pales in comparison]. She loved the volume. It was a game for her to swallow it all without so much as a drop escaping.

She took my dick in her other hand and began to stroke, following the action with her lips. The tempo increased until she was moving so rapidly I was afraid she would get dizzy. But she didn�t tire.

This was one of those times when I wanted to hold back. It felt so wonderful I didn�t want it to end. But there was no way to keep it from happening. This was an accomplished little fellatrix and once she set her mind on ending it you simply had to oblige.

Her lips worked the tip of my cock with abandon, making it sensitive. I loved what she did so much. The hand that pumped the shaft began to dredge up a well of semen deep in my sack. Groans left my lips and my legs trembled. Is this what they mean when they talk about an orgasm that makes the earth shake? It certainly felt that way.

My hands went to the back of her head, holding it in place. Not that she would have backed off from it, but it was an involuntary reaction. My sperm flooded her mouth in an explosion that made me weak.

�Mmmm,� she moaned around my squirting dick. The tiny voice expressing delight over this burst of jism thrilled me, which made the ejaculation even stronger.

I could feel her head rock slightly with each swallow she made, over and over and over. She squeezed forward on the shaft forcing every reticent drop onto her tongue. Yet she still retained the tip with her lips, slowly working over the collar and back again.

It became so sensitized that I squirmed. This was part of her sexual torture of me that I could barely withstand, but relished in a masochistic acceptance.

When she finally released me a dribble of come ran down from her lower lip onto her chin. She scraped it up with a finger, depositing it back in her mouth.

�That was a lot!� she chirped.

�Sorry,� was the only answer I could muster.

�I LIKE it, silly!� Her voice chimed like cathedral bells.

�And I am so happy you do,� I laughed. She laughed back.

She continued to massage my balls which throbbed with the effort they had made. It felt as if I had drained them entirely.

A drop would form at the tip of my dick and she would lick it off.

�I wish I could have this snack all the time,� she giggled. �Yum!�

�Sweetheart, anytime you are here you can have it whenever you want,� I laughed back.

She grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the bedroom. �Come on,� she sang.

Now I felt like I was going to go back on my promise. �After what you did to me it is going to take some time to recuperate and reload,� I warned her.

�I know that,� emphasizing �that�. �Come on.�

I was curious as to what she had in mind, so I let her pull me along. My steps were a hobbled shuffle due to the fact that my pants and underwear were around my ankles. She often did this to me, a sort of mini-humiliation she loved to inflict. That was fine. I had, long ago, made up my mind whatever she wanted to do to me was acceptable.

In the bedroom she pulled a chair near the bed and instructed me to sit. She removed my ankle encumbrances and my shirt so I sat naked.

�I want to show you what I learned,� she said.

I thought, 'Oh, my god, you can do more?'

She lay on the bed, her naked form a beautiful sight. Her hair had been bleached by the mid-summer sun to a lighter hue, framing her gorgeous face, cheeks still a little bit full with baby fat, soft, round jaw line meeting at a gently curved chin. Her neck was long and slender. Shoulder bones of a young child were visible above a perfectly flat chest. Tiny roseate nipples almost vanished in the pinkness of her delicate skin. These excited me more than any grown female�s rack. Her stomach rose and fell with each breath she took. There was just the faintest suggestion of a small paunch as it progressed downward to her utterly hairless mound.

She spread her skinny legs to reveal a vulnerable slit with a hint of a labial fold peeking from its midst.

I couldn�t help myself. I had to say it. �You are so beautiful.�

A smile graced her lips at the compliment.

Her right hand slid to her cleft. The index finger started to rub it. She sighed and closed her eyes momentarily as it achieved the desired spot.

I had masturbated her often and performed cunnilingus on her, but this was the first time she had shown me she made the connection of being able to do it herself.

I smiled.

It appeared to be a little uncoordinated, but I am sure that will improve with practice, something I am sure she will get a lot of. Most women seem to prefer the middle finger or entire hand, making flowing movements to solicit an orgasm. This was far more sensual to watch.

�I� do this� in bed,� she informed me between small gasps.

�It is very exciting to watch,� I told her truthfully. In fact I had become semi-aroused sitting there. I wasn�t sure if I should. I didn�t know what her reaction would be, but I took my dick in hand and began to stroke it slowly. I knew there was no chance of having another orgasm right then, but it felt good.

She saw me and a big smile lit up her face.

Occasionally, her head would tip back or move from side to side. Her body made small rolling movements. Her finger kept working her clitoris. Moans would escape her lips.

Eventually small smacking noises met my ears as she became wet, aroused.

The urge to supplant my face between her legs and lap up her arousal was difficult to overcome. But I knew this was her moment to show me her new trick, so I refrained.

She must have had a flash of clairvoyance because she stopped long enough to bring her finger to my lips. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. I accepted her offering into my mouth and reveled at the sweet tanginess.

Her work resumed. In between groans and sighs she would look over at me stroking myself and smile.

But the groans and sighs became moans and gasps as she neared a climax. Her body began to twitch and buck. Her legs thumped the mattress.

I expected it would be over soon, but she kept building in intensity. Her knees came up in the air. She rolled from side to side before her legs slammed back down.

Short little sounds emanated from her throat. �Ah! Ah! Ah!�

Her head and shoulders arched up like a woman straining to give birth. �Ohhhhh! Oh,� she whimpered. A tear even left her eye. I would have been concerned if I didn�t also see how magnificent this orgasm was going to be for her. The muscles in her legs tightened visibly. She thrashed and cried until she eventually flopped back on the bed, drained.

�That was utterly amazing,� I told her.

She smiled. �I have to be quiet at home. This is better.�

�You can be as loud as you want here.�

�Did you like watching?�

I stood, my erect member giving testament to my approval. �It was fantastic.�

I could see she was spent, but I had to ask a question. �Would it be alright if I licked you there?�

Her answer was a rapid nodding of her head and a quick, �Yeah,� her eyes wide with excitement like a kid at Christmas wanting to open a gift.

I moved between her legs. My mouth touched the sensitive area and she moaned. Now it was my turn to inflict sexual torture upon her. Inwardly I smiled an evil grin. When I sucked her juices she squirmed. I licked from her butt to her vagina, but when my tongue began to manipulate the fold her body tensed. It didn�t take long to bring her to a second orgasm, which was what I had hoped for. That�s what you call a win/win situation.

Her legs closed firmly around my head. When she came we thrashed in a tangle of legs, body, head, and tongue. After she released me I moved beside her. My face was wet with her moisture. She turned to me, her lips kissing all the wetness, sucking her own juices from my face. Her tongue dove into my mouth seeking more.

When, at last, she was sated she laid there, her body still continuing to twitch with the aftershocks.

I placed my arms around her and she cuddled into my body. Shortly, we both slept.

When I awoke, a couple of hours later she had changed positions facing me. An arm was draped across my chest and a lazy leg thrown over my hips. Almost at once her eyes opened, still heavy with sleep.

The smile she gave me lit up the room.

Lunch had been missed, so we decided on a light, early supper. Then, with the day still bright and warm, we took a swim in the pool. Her mother always had her pack a suit, but unknown to her we had purchased one for her back when she was six. It was somewhat small then, and with her continued growth, it fit very skimpily. There were no complaints from me. I could spend hours looking at her tiny body.

The pool proved refreshing, but after a few laps, I was ready to sit in the chaise and watch. She swam for a little longer before joining me in a similar contrivance.

She had barely settled in when I heard her say, �Darn it!� It surprised me that she didn�t use a more volatile curse word; she was becoming quite the sailor in her vocabulary of expletives.

�What�s wrong?� I asked.

�Oh, I have to go pee. That means I have to get all dried off before I can go in.�

I pointed to a strip of green grass between the pool and the fence. �Just go right there,� I said.

She looked stunned for a second. �You mean pee outside?� her voice rose, astounded.

�Sure. Why not?�

�Are you going to watch?� she asked. I think the idea, though coming as a surprise, delighted her mischievousness.

�Sure. Why not?� I answered in my own mischievous tone.

�You just wanna see me pee,� she teased.

�Sure. Why not?�

She giggled the giggle of a child about to do something naughty, and determined to do it right. She dashed to the grassy area. The bottoms of her suit not only came down, but off.

Her squat looked anything but coordinated, but that excited me all the more. The position of her body was pointedly directed toward my view. When she began to pee it started as a spray, but quickly became a steady stream that lasted for almost a minute. She finished off with delicate little squirts and a few errant drops.

�Oh, no. I don�t have anything to wipe with,� she lamented.

I rose from the chaise and approached her. By now she was standing. Her legs still spread. A little pee ran down one leg. I scooped that up with a finger. Then I reached between them and drew my finger from back to front in her slit. She laughed at the naughtiness of it. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief.

�Does that help?� I asked with an impish grin.

She smiled that evil smile that warns me she is thinking of something new, something irregular, something nasty even.

�Taste it,� she dared.

I feigned a look of astonishment. �You first,� I counter-dared.

The grin faded quickly. In its place was one of deep contemplation. Finally she opened her mouth and took my finger into it, sucking off the moisture.

Her face scrunched up with dislike.

�Now you!� she exclaimed like one who had successfully weathered an extreme trial.

I shrugged and wiped my finger through her gash once more. There was still wetness there. Not wanting to seem like one to back away from a challenge, I slipped it in my mouth and withdrew it.

The delighted expression on her face was enough to make it worthwhile, but I made a face and said, �I think I prefer the lemonade,� referring the cold drinks we had brought out to the poolside with us.

She scrunched up her nose and agreed. �Yeah. That was bad!�

I started back to the chair and she stopped me.

�Wait! You watched me pee. I gotta see you.�

I couldn�t help laugh at her exuberance.

�I guess that�s only fair,� I said. I moved to the grass and slid my trunks half way down my thighs. The cold water of the pool had done a good job of shrinking my dick, pulling it back into my pubis, but the exhilaration of the last few moments reversed the process.

�Can I hold it?� she asked, meekly, which wasn�t like her.

�I don�t see why not,� I replied, secretly happy she had thought of it.

She grasped it and held it out slightly. Her grip wasn�t as tight as when she masturbated me. When I let go with a steady flow she giggled with delight, even stamping her feet up and down in pleasure. Then she started to move it around in various directions.

�What are you doing?�

�I�m writing my name,� she said as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

I laughed. �You�re supposed to have snow for that.�

�It doesn�t snow here, silly.�

�That�s right, how stupid of me,� I chuckled. �I hope you�re almost done because I am.�

�All done,� she said, proudly as the last few drops dribbled on the ground. �What now?�

�Give it a couple of shakes,� I explained.

When this oddly satisfying experiment was over we lounged for another few minutes, absorbing the last rays of the sun as it made its journey toward the ocean. At the point we determined it was time to venture inside we took one last, quick dip in the pool.

Just outside the sliding glass doors we stripped of our suits and toweled each other dry.

She looked down. �He wants to play some more,� she beamed. During her efforts to expunge the moisture from my body she devoted extra time to my groin area. I had responded as one might expect.

Her hand wrapped around my erection and she led me toward the bedroom. This was her second favorite way of leading me around.

�And, what are we going to do?� I inquired.

�Fuck my ass!� she said, demonstratively.

It surprised that she had not insisted that I fuck her pussy. We had been working toward that end for weeks. Was she teasing me by putting it off, or was she teasing herself? Perhaps she was having second thoughts about it.

"Oh, alright,� I replied as if I was being forced to do something I didn�t want to. Right.

We had done this often. She was well versed with the routine. She flopped down on the bed and I went to the bathroom to ready an enema bag.

When I returned her knees were bent and she lifted up a bit. This little beauty enjoyed this as much as anything else we did. Gently, I inserted the wand into her asshole, held the bag up, and released the clip.

After about half the bag emptied into her I re-clipped it and carefully pulled the wand out. This was her cue. She closed her legs tightly and swung them from the bed. With her feet together she slid from the bed to the floor. Her gait from the bed to the bathroom was what could only be described as the waddle of a constipated duck. It always amused me to watch.

In a few minutes she returned and we repeated the process.

Contented with the results of another excursion, she hopped on the end of the bed positioned on her hands and knees.

�Do it like this!� she instructed.

�Doggy style?�

�Doggy style!?� she erupted in giggles.

�That�s what they call it,� I told her.

�Ruff!� she barked and wiggled her butt like a� well, mutt.

I laughed. We had never used this position before and I was looking forward to it. I pulled her back a little toward the edge. From my nightstand I retrieved a tube of lubricant. A healthy gob was used on my dick. Then I took a fingertip of lube and applied it to her anus.

I wiped the grease from my fingers, but before inserting my dick inside her I started by rubbing her cleft. She purred at the attention.

When I couldn�t stand it any longer (my dick throbbed with arousal), I placed the head against her asshole and pressed. As usual she tensed a bit, but I was used to that by now. I knew if she experienced any discomfort she would let me know. Once the head was past her �ledge� she would relax.

The sensation of doing it this way was different. She still felt as soft as a velvet glove, but the pressure against my cock was greater than when she was on her back with her legs up in the air. I liked it.

I pressed myself deeper into her. My hands grasped her hips and pulled her back to me. I began to lose myself in sexual gratification. Her ass slapped against my stomach as I increased speed.

An orgasm was building up quickly in me and I knew I wouldn�t be able to stop it. I hoped I wasn�t hurting her. I pounded harder and harder, all the while trying to keep in mind this was a kid. She made no complaints and I lost that thought in my own pleasure. The smack of her skin against mine was electrifying.

At the point of no return I embraced her body with my arms, pulling her as tight to me as possible. The ejaculation weakened my legs. I thrust over and over until I was totally spent.

With no energy left I flopped on my side still clutching her body.

�Roll on your back,� she instructed. I did, taking her with me. She sat up on me, trapping my still rigid cock in her ass. Supporting herself with one hand, she began to masturbate with the other. She brought herself to orgasm quickly and shook and trembled with the intensity.

When she had finished she rolled off me onto the bed. Her head turned my way. �I LIKED that!� she exclaimed.

�It was pretty nice,� I agreed.

After a rest we rose and took a communal bath. By then her mother called from the east coast to say she had arrived safely and bid a tearful good night to the daughter she already missed.

By mutual agreement we decided to put off any further sexploits until the morning. However, she would not consent to either of us wearing bedclothes. Okay, I didn�t argue much about that.

The next morning we slept in for a time. Both of us needed the rest. Breakfast was made and consumed and we took another swim in the pool.

At one point I asked her what she wanted to do all day. She swam to me, reached into my trunks and grabbed my dick.

�I wanna do the new thing,� she smiled demurely.

�What new thing?� I asked feigning ignorance of her meaning.

�You know,� she chirped, �what we�ve been practicing.�

�What we�ve been�� I edged her on.

�In my�� she looked around before continuing, like if there had been anyone listening we wouldn�t have been in a bad enough position as it was, �CUNT!� she said, exasperated. Then, deciding she liked the sound of that bad word rolling of her tongue with no fear of reprisal, she continued, �my cunt, my cunt, my cunt.�

It had all been fun and games to this point, but now I realized the hour of truth was nigh. My nerves started to rattle as she pulled me from the pool� by the dick.

We stripped at the door and she led me to the bedroom. It was all I could do to stay on my feet, my legs were so weak. She positioned me on the bed the way she wanted me. Next she stood over me, straddling my body.

She started lowering herself toward my manhood, stiff with eagerness.

She grabbed it, pointed it upward toward her (little) womanhood. It was nearly touching.

I guess this is the point we came in at the beginning of my monologue. Let me reiterate for the sake of memory.

Did it make a difference that she was all in favor of this? Did it matter that she held no compunction about what we were doing? Was the fact that she initiated these trysts happily and without abandon a factor? Was it wrong that she had already sucked my cock numerous times, reveling in the ability to swallow my come with no problems?� Was it inappropriate that I had butt fucked her frequently (I don�t mean to sound crass, but how else could I word it)?

The answers were undeniably, yes.

Did it make me feel like a pedophile, a pervert, a predator?

Again, the answer is yes.

With her pouty little pussy poised over me she grasped my dick in her hand, bringing it up to point its arrowhead toward the bulls-eye. This would be the first time we had engaged in vaginal sex.

She was ready. But was I? Would I go through with this twisted deed, knowing all of society would condemn me in all variety of manners if it was ever revealed?

Once again, the answer was yes.

All the questions that I asked of myself I now ask of you, and I really wish to know the answer; in this same circumstance, not trying to sound like John Quin-whatever-his-name-is, what would you do?

I know what I did. As she began to push herself onto me I pushed up slightly to aid her entrance. The head of my dick slid effortless into her pussy (cunt, cunt, cunt!). It was a tight fit for sure, but there was no force, no resistance.

She murmured a soft, �Oh.� A smile broke across her lips. �I LIKE this!� she chimed. Her body rose and fell on its impalement like a merry-go-round horse on its pole. Her legs strained with the effort to balance, so she pulled them behind her, resting on her knees. One hand pressed against my chest for support. The other manipulated her clit. This little girl had become quite the orgasmic machine.

As she approached a climax she ground herself into my body with unbridled fury. I felt the resurgence of my own orgasm. She went wild. There was nothing I could do but go along for the ride. And what a ride?

She reached her zenith. This was not a quiet climax as the one the previous night was. A volley of ohs, uhs, and a variety of moans and groans accompanied her release. Mine matched hers. I flooded her insides with my come. When neither of us had an ounce of energy left, she collapsed on me.

�I liked that a lot,� she whispered.

�So did I,� I answered.

A while later, when I had shrunk and slipped from her pussy, she climbed off me and headed for the bathroom. I concluded she was eliminating the residual come from her cunt.

I expected maybe, when she returned she would cleanse my cock with a wet washcloth. Instead, she scrambled between my legs. I was covered in spunk. She began to lick it from my balls. She scooped it with her fingers and sucked them, took my dick in her mouth and licked and sucked it clean.

So this was the start of our week together. We made sure to occupy our days with trips to the zoo, the beach, swimming in the pool so when her mother asked what we did to amuse ourselves all week we could give an honest answer, omitting certain other deeds. There were nightly calls to say goodnight and wish her love. And we would usually awake each morning to a sexual encounter, execute our plans for the day, and at night, cap things off with another escapade.

She particularly enjoyed straddling my face. I would lick her to an orgasm. There were blowjobs and another butt fuck, but she had found a new spot that she liked above all others, a place she loved to experiment with using different positions, a place that made her feel like a woman (albeit a little woman), a place that drove her crazy with lust.

Who am I to deny her pleasure?

So, once again I ask, and sincerely wish to know; in a situation like this, what would you do?

THE END - Part 6