Summary: M/g Pedo. Mastur. Oral, Cons. Playing is the way children learn about the world. Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets. Title: Let's Play Author: Pedro Feelya I heard the little girl searching the house for me. She finally stuck her head around the corner, and her smile lit up when she saw me. "Hello Brat," (my pet name for her). I started to put my work away. "Let's go play." No `Hello', no `How are you?' She was interested in only one thing. (Not what you're thinking, you sicko.) My wife's best friend was visiting again. I didn't have anything better to do that evening, so it I ended up entertaining her beautiful nine year old daughter, as always. I didn't really mind. Actually, I loved it. I love playing with any kids. My wife and I never had any kids of our own, so I had never gotten tired of children. I had known Brat since she was five, and it was endless airplane rides and horsey rides. Now she was getting too big. She wasn't fat, so I could still swing her up in the air, but not for very long. "Pick me up!" she immediately begged me. I picked her up and put her on my shoulders. Then I walked through the house to greet her mother and see what dinner plans my wife had. I then took Brat down to the playroom in the basement, making her duck her head as I carried her through the short doorway. As soon as I got downstairs I began to stumble around like I was drunk, being careful not to actually lose my balance with Brat still on my shoulders. Then I (accidentally) dropped Brat onto the couch. Dropping on top of her, I began to tickle her mercilessly. Then she wanted the bull rides. I got down on my hands and knees and she mounted me, wrapped her legs around my chest, and got a choke hold on my neck. There was no eight second rule, and I would buck and twist for minutes at a time. Each time she fell off, I made sure it was onto soft pillows. Exhausted, I suggested we play one of our many board games. I always made sure she won as many as she lost. Then we got out coloring books and began to color. Soon she got bored again, and wanted to wrestle some more. I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed how she looked. She was growing up and her long hair flowed past her shining face with striking features. When her t-shirt was pulled tight I could see cones of tiny breasts there. When she wrapped her strong athletic body tightly around mine, it felt good. Sometimes I had fantasized about Brat. I pushed her roughly and she leaped on me. We began to wrestle, with her trying to stay on top of me and pin my arms to the floor. I would only allow myself to use a quarter of my strength. After a few sweaty minutes, I let her win. Then a truly bad and unacceptable thought occurred to me. It was wrong, there is no excuse, but I was insanely horny. I had been married for over ten years. My almost non-existent sex life was so boring I would rather mow the lawn than have sex with my wife. She was straddling my chest, leaned over my face, with her hands pinning my wrists to the floor. Having won, she sat up, still sitting on my chest. She was wearing a loose t-shirt type dress with black thin spandex type tights, and probably underwear underneath. "Do you want to do something naughty?" I looked up conspiratorially into the eyes of my nine year old friend. I had never done anything sexual to her. She looked down at me, extremely uncertain. "What?" she gave me a critical look. "Nothing" I changed my mind. "Let's play Chess." Brat looked over toward the board games, and I could tell she was bored with them. I started to wiggle from beneath her. "Wait. Tell me what it is." "I can't," I explained, "and you would have to promise never to ever tell anyone." Brat chewed her lips for a few seconds while I pretended to consider other things. "Okay," she nodded. "What? You really want to do it? Are you sure? You can never ever ever tell anyone." Now she was really excited. "Yes!" she almost screamed it. She was already sitting high on my chest, with her crotch only a foot from my face. Before she could understand what I was doing, I had grabbed her hips, slid her forward, and slammed her clothing covered crotch into my mouth. "Hey!" she laughed. She probably thought we were still wrestling. My mouth on her crotch wasn't usual, but it probably didn't occur to her to be really naughty. I breathed hot air through her clothing and directly onto her privates. "Oh!" she hiccupped. Then I began to mouth her pussy through the cloth. At first she giggled, laughed, and wiggled. Then she became quieter and her hips began to flex a little. After a few minutes of this she suddenly started to gasp, "Stop. I gotta pee. I gotta pee, let go of me." I immediately lifted my hands from where I had been lightly holding her legs, and she stood up very unsteadily. Then she ran for the bathroom without looking back. When she came back, she was trying to look like nothing happened. I had already set up the Chess set. We started to play, but the way she spoke and looked at me, I knew we would never be the same. Her mother didn't visit until three days later. I wasn't worried that Brat would tell. We had shared many other secrets before. Brat found me in my office, but I was the first to speak. "How are you doing?" "Fine," she shrugged. "Want to play hide-and-seek?" She nodded enthusiastically as though glad to be past the uncomfortable silence, and instantly we were best friends again. We played for a couple hours, even ending up in the basement, where we wrestled. After I had tossed her onto the couch, I looked down at her and asked, "Want to do something naughty?" The nine year old girl didn't even hesitate. "Uh huh," she nodded. She had already decided she wanted more. I had of course noticed earlier that she hadn't worn tights, just a skirt and thin pink cotton panties. I knelt down in front of where she sat, and leaned over between her legs, as she shook nervously. I pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her cute pink panties. Her legs were spread just enough that I could get my face between them, but when my hot mouth covered her panty covered pussy, she sighed deeply and spread her legs impossibly wide. I began mouthing her just through her panties, but then I began to lick the sensitive skin of her inner thighs just to the sides of the tight elastic bands. Brat had leaned back, but was propped up to watch me intently. Her legs were spread wide and erotically inviting, but I knew she wouldn't encourage or reject what I was doing. As I began to lick, suck, and gently nibble at her thighs, she began to whimper and moan quietly in pleasure. That was all the encouragement I needed. I began to force my tongue under the elastic leg bands of her panties. I continued to lick up and down. I knew that she was too young to have any pubic hair, but I had no idea any part of her hard muscled body could be so soft. While Brat had closed her eyes, suffering in ecstasy, I snuck my hand up and hooked one finger in the leg of her panties. I continued to bathe the side of her hairless pussy with my tongue, as I pulled the crotch of her panties aside to expose the bright pink valley of her pussy. Ruthlessly I stuck my tongue deep into her valley, and slowly dragged my tongue upward, savoring her intimate flavors. Brat muffled a scream, and her hands grabbed my head through my hair. Instead of pulling me back, off of her, she was pulling my face tighter, into her virgin pussy. She continued to swallow and bite back her screams as I continued to lick and suck at the pink softness I had only dreamed of. Within a minute, Brat suddenly arched her back hard, her legs slammed closed on my head, and she began to pull back my hair with her hands. I stopped licking, and began too stroke her legs and her sides with my hands. In another minute, her body began to relax and she began to breathe deeply again. I was still kneeling between her legs, with her body lying on the couch. Suddenly she swung one leg over my head and rolled over to stand up, and wobble. "I need bathroom," she mumbled as she stumbled from the room. By the time she got back, I had set up the chess set again. She sat down and we began to play, as though nothing had happened. Almost a full week went by, before her mother came to visit again. I was missing my new sex plaything. "Hey!" she snuck up behind me. "Yeeeeaaargh!" I screamed, and began chasing her through the house. For an hour we played our usual games, but soon we ended up in the basement. Immediately I threw her on the couch. To my shock, she froze there, and spread her legs wide, letting her skirt ride up to her waist and showing her bright blue panties. She obviously wanted me to do something naughty. I walked over, knelt down, looked deep into her eyes, and then bent my head down between her legs. I had barely begun to suck and mouth through her bright blue panties when she began to wiggle her hips. She had reached her hands down and was tugging at her panties. I lifted my head and she slid her panties off her butt and up her legs, pulling them completely off. I looked into her wicked eyes one last time before looking down between her legs again. Her paper white thighs had spread wide again, and the two thick lips of her pussy were split. The light skin colored hood at the top of her valley hid the supersensitive virgin clitty I had yet to nibble. There were no ugly brown inner pussy lips, just seashell pink softness. At the bottom, was a circle of bright pink flesh that I knew led to a place more precious than heaven. It was incredibly hard to restrain myself. I wanted to smash my face into that softness and suck her inside out. Instead, I slowly and softly began to lick the outsides, and work my way in. In seconds, Brat was whimpering and whining, and pulling at my hair. I built her up slowly, carefully, and nursed her pleasure, trying to make it last a long time. She tightened up and froze, in a sort of mini orgasm, but she didn't pull me away, and in a minute I continued to stimulate her again. When she seemed particularly relaxed and trusting, I lowered my head, and licked down the crack up her ass. She instantly clenched her butt cheeks tight, but I continued to try to force my tongue between them. With an active effort she relaxed her butt, and I began to tongue her anus. At first she seemed to have lost all her built up pleasure, but quickly she found it again as she relaxed and enjoyed my oral explorations of her asshole. She even shifted her hips and lifted her feet high into the air so her little brown hole stared at me. I dug my tongue in a little, and tasted a little dirty bitterness. Un-repulsed and hungry for more, I dug deeper with my tongue, but found only empty hot tight tunnel. Again she stiffened and I could hear her stop whimpering as she held her breath. I could feel another small orgasm shiver through her body, and I contented myself with bathing the outside of her asshole with my tongue, until it passed. I figured her small inexperienced body had probably had enough, so I decided to give her one last smashing orgasm. I returned to licking the length of her pussy, and while she was slowly building, I stuck my tongue down in her tiny vagina hole, and wiggled it. Brat sucked in a loud breath and began waving her arms around erratically. Just when she seemed at the edge of going completely nuts, I attacked her small hidden clitoris. I couldn't see how, but she had covered her mouth somehow and was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the muffled sound was almost at conversational loudness. I let her body heave and flex as she was obviously being hammered by orgasm, and then she locked up completely and all her screaming stopped. I crawled out from between her legs and wrapped my arms around her to cuddle and comfort her. While I sat there, I realized how stupid and reckless I had been. Brat screamed a lot while we wrestled and played, but if her mother had come to check on us, or investigate her strange screams, my life would be over. After a few minutes, Brat calmed and relaxed to almost a sleeplike state. Then she seemed to wake up and looked up at me. I don't know why I did it, maybe it was a mistake, but I bent my head down and kissed her softly and longingly on the lips. She kissed me back, and when I lifted my head, she smiled her happiest smile at me. Was I in love with a nine year old? I then let go of her, and we got up and tried to pretend that everything was normal between us. We tried to play Chess again, but did it badly. We tried to wrestle, but I couldn't keep my hands off her best parts, and she didn't resist. Finally I asked her, "You want to see my thing?" She knew what I was talking about. At first she blushed shyly, and then considered it for a second, and then nodded excitedly. Why not? Deciding to be more careful, I snuck back up the stairs to the door down to the basement, and put a bottle in front of the door. Anyone opening the door would knock the bottle loudly down the stairs, and we might have time to cover ourselves. Then I hurried back down to where Brat waited eagerly for me on the couch. I tried to act calm as I walked up to her, trying to decide how to proceed. I decided to let her figure it out. I stood right in front of her and looked down at her smiling. Cautiously, she reached out with both hands and began to fumble with my belt. I had to help her with the belt and the button and zipper. My pants then fell down to reveal a huge bulge in my boxer shorts. I had had a hard-on for almost an hour, just after Brat arrived. Looking up at me, and then giggling in amusement, she began to tug my shorts down. She quickly quieted when the waistband of my boxers caught on my hard cock. Pulling harder, my shorts came down, and my cock sprang back up to point right at her face. "Oh my God!" she jumped back in shock, "It's so big." Actually, my cock was smaller than average, but it was wonderful that she didn't know that. "Can I touch it?" she asked while reaching for it, not waiting for an answer. Her delicate fingers slid down the side of my shaft. My cock jumped a little, and Brat giggled again. It was the first time in a dozen years that another woman had touched my cock. I mean another girl. I mean a female not,,, You know what I mean. "Grab it and rub it," I told her. "Gently!" I added. Brat began to rub her hands all over my cock, and with my encouragement, my balls also. "So what can I do with it?" she asked. "You can lick it," I suggested hopefully. Brat showed a disgusted face until she thought about it, and then she shrugged. She then bent forward and licked the end. There was a little pre-cum there and it trailed from her lips. "Eww," she muttered, but she licked again, down the side of my cock shaft. I had been making little grunts and groans as Brat had explored my cock. Now I let out a loud moan of pleasure. Reassured, she began to lick steadily. "Suck on it. As deep as you can," I breathed. Brat sucked the end into her mouth, and then began gag as she tried to suck it deeper. I wasn't too disappointed, I didn't expert her to be a pro, considering she had never seen a real cock before. I pulled back, out of her hands, and turned and sat on the couch beside her. Then I took both her hands and showed her how to rub my cock. She was having a lot of fun, and so was I. She was leaned over, into my lap, so she could handle my cock better. I reached my left arm over and around her, and snuck my hand up under her skirt. She still wasn't wearing any underwear. I delicately and gently began to stroke the outside of her pussy lips with one finger. When I rubbed her too intensely, she would lose her breath and her concentration. So I backed off just a little, just enough to keep her feeling good. Brat was hardly an expert, but that didn't matter at all. She was eager and tried everything I showed her. After ten years of being married, I would have gladly fucked anything that was not my wife, but this was beyond all my hopes. A nine year old virgin with a perfect body was eagerly playing with my cock. I didn't deserve this. Besides, it was all soooo naughty. I couldn't contain it. I came, hard. I grunted loudly. My hips bucked forward. My cock pulsed in her small hands. And, I shot a white hot load of semen out the end of my cock, to land in a stream on the carpet, over four feet away. Brat froze in shock. She turned her head to me with a huge `O' expression on her face, worried that something was terribly wrong. Something in my expression calmed her and she even began to giggle. I must have had a silly smile on my face. I hadn't cum that hard since long before I could remember. I wanted more, but seriously didn't think I could handle it. Before I relaxed too much, there was something I else I wanted. I wanted to say thank you. I could have fingered Brat to an orgasm, but why would I settle for that when I could eat her out again. I slid down and scooted sideways until I was lying flat on my back on the couch. Then I easily lifted her small body up and set her down on my face, facing my body. She giggled like we were playing again, until my mouth covered her entire pussy. Her giggles abruptly stopped. Soon enough, I heard a grunt, followed by a whimper, and then lots of grunting. Suddenly, she shifted her weight drastically. Hot warmth slid down the side of my still iron hard cock. I could feel her licking my cock. This turned me on like I had never been before. I dug my tongue deeply into her clitoris and vagina, forcing myself to back off when she tensed up in pain. I could now feel Brat sucking on the end of my cock, trying harder to mouth as much as she could. I was 69'ing a nine year old girl who was experiencing her first cock ever. Just the idea of it was too much. My pride made me want to make her cum first. I tried to concentrate on what would make her cum. It seemed that she would arch her back every time I lapped my tongue the full length of her hairless pussy, from clitoris to vagina, and back again. I kept doing that, and then I pressed the tip of one of my fingers hard against her tight asshole. She began to buck and slam her pussy down into my face. She was cumming, there was no question about it. Maybe it was my imagination, but there was an indescribably sweet flavor to her impossibly fresh pussy. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum, but her mouth was still locked over the end of my cock, my nerve endings were certain of that. I couldn't stop it, and that was the most intense turn on I am sure I will ever experience in my pathetic life. I felt my second cum, my second wave of burning hot sperm drowned in thick white semen, burn from the base of my cock. I tried to hold it back, which just made the dam break ten times greater. I felt like it shot out at the speed of sound, and into her innocent and unexpecting young mouth. I shot, even as she was still arched and stiffened in her own orgasm, and she choked. She couldn't lift her head in time, so she choked, but I also felt her swallow. I could apologize, or I could make her feel better by giving her more orgasms. That was easy enough. Girls are so gifted in having orgasms in perpetuity. I renewed my oral attack on her sensitive sexual organ, licking and sucking like it was my last meal. She choked on my adult disgusting semen, and then she choked for air as I forced her young body to arch and spasm yet again. I was the happiest villain ever. She was a wild yet limp doll, a marionette, on my face. I knew I was over doing it. She might never want sex again, but I doubted it, and I didn't care. After her body heaved for over a minute while she choked and struggled for air, she suddenly collapsed near lifeless onto my body. We crashed. I crashed when she crashed. As much of a bastard that I had momentarily become, I was still inexorably tied to her condition, as a part of my own well being. When I came around enough to care again, she was still laying on top of me, completely limp. If someone had found us at that time, I would have been helpless to do anything. As I began to regain my desperate strength and stir, so did she. "Brat? Brat? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. Baby?" I didn't want to lift her off of me until she was ready. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh My God!" She seemed to be okay, or at least coming back to normal. She rolled off of me, with cum and saliva dripping from her mouth. I had cum too hard to be turned on by the sight of her trying to stand, her skirt pulled up to reveal a shiny wet bright red pussy and my semen dripping from her mouth, but I mentally recorded the image for later. She still had her shirt and skirt on. I still had my shirt on, and yet, I had experienced more intense sex than in the last half of my life combined. And, I hadn't even actually fucked anything. Somehow I had to rescue the situation so that we could do this again, or,,, even more. "Brat?" I said it as lovingly as I could, "I'm sorry,,," "Oh my God!" she gushed quietly again, "We can't tell anyone, or they'll never let us do that again." We did do that again, and so much more,,,,, If you liked this, more of my stories are at: /files/Authors/Pedro_Feelya/ All feedback is welcome. I am appalled at how few people are offended by me. Email: pedrofeelya@gmail.com