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 Author: Stardust
Title: PB&J
Summary: While preparing lunch, 6 year old Sarah spills jelly on
herself. She likes the way I clean it off.
Keywords: Mg ped cons oral

   PB&J (Mg cons oral) By Stardust

   ************* WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual
contact between an adult and preteen girls.
This story is FICTION.  The events described never occurred outside of

the author's imagination.

   This work is copyrighted by the author.  You may repost it, but don't
change it or charge money for it.  *************

   PB&J By Stardust

   6 year old Sarah was sitting on my kitchen counter helping me make
peanut butter & jelly sandwiches as an after-swim snack.

   "You do the peanut butter and I'll do the jelly," Sarah said.

   "Sounds like a plan," I replied.

   I pulled out a loaf of plain white bread, a jar of Peter Pan creamy, and
some generic grape jelly.  I plunked 4 slices of bread on the counter and
began smearing PB over two of them, while Sarah tried to get the jelly on
the other two.

   Perhaps it's my fault.  I should have given her a spoon rather than a
butter knife.  I'm the adult here.  I know jelly is hard to handle with a
knife.  Before she got any jelly on the bread it happened: she dropped a
huge blob right on the tummy part of her one-piece swim suit.

   "Oh no.  This is my brand new swim suit.  My mom'll kill me." She looked
about to cry.

   Glad to have an opportunity to be the hero, I sprang into action.  I
grabbed a handful of paper towels, wet them, scooped the blob off her tummy
with a spoon, then wiped down the stain with the wet towels.

   "There, see?  It's all gone.  Mom'll never know." I beamed.

   Sarah examined her tummy carefully and smiled.

   I was only joking (no honestly) when I said, "If you don't want to get
your new suit messy, maybe you should take it off."

   "Ok," was Sarah's reply.  She stood up on the counter, grabbed the two
shoulder straps with two hands, and pulled them down to her waist, then in
one quick motion pushed the suit down to her feet.  She handed the suit to
me with a smile.  "Can you hang this up for me?"

   I turned to drape the almost-dry suit over the back of a chair.  When I
turned back, sarah was sitting cross-legged on the counter again, reaching
for the jelly and knife.

   This sort of moment doesn't happen every day.  I decided to take my time
and enjoy the view.  Sarah was oblivious to me as I appreciated the beauty
of her perfect, sweet body from top to bottom.

   She had shoulder length brown hair framing a face that showed her
intense concentration on her task.  Her body was thin, I could see the
ribs. Her boobies were non-existent.  The tummy showed a wrinkle from
leaning forward; her legs seemed perhaps too long and ended in feet with
cute tiny toes, slightly wrinkled from our time in the water.  Her skin was
perfectly blemish-free, except for the scabbed remains of a scrape on her
left knee.

   After savoring her whole body, my eyes went to her kitty of course. 
Sitting cross-legged had drawn the lips apart and a cute little button of a
clit was just visible.  It looked like if she moved her clit might lightly
rub against the counter top, and I wondered if that would feel good to her.


   Finally Sarah looked up from her task.  "Aren't you going to do the
peanut butter?" she asked.

   "Yea, of course.  I was just..." and I ran out of words.

   "You were just staring at me 'cause I'm naked," Sarah observed.

   "I was staring because you're such a beautiful girl." I replied.

   Sarah smiled.  "The peanut butter?" was all she said.

   I turned back to my task.  It took a conscious effort to keep my eyes on
the bread and PB, but I did it.

   "Woops," Sarah said.  I looked, and saw she'd dripped jelly on her arm
this time.

   "Well, don't wanna waste food," Sarah said and licked the jelly off her
arm.

   I continued with my task, only occasionally sneaking a glimpse at her
adorable little kissable peach.

   "Oh no, I did it again," Sarah moaned.  (Was there a hint of amusement
in her tone?)

   I looked up.  There was a big blob of jelly on her right thigh.

   "Can you get that for me?  I can't reach it." Sarah said, pretending to
try to stretch her tongue to her thigh.

   "Well, we don't wanna waste food, do we," I said.  I leaned over and
slurped the jelly blob off her leg, then licked a few more times, in a
wider area, just to be sure I got it all.

   "Thanks, daddy." Said Sarah.  I'm not really her daddy, but she likes to
call me that.  She reached into the jelly jar again, and immediately
dropped another blob.

   "Woops, I did it again." Sarah was smiling now.  "Can you get that one
for me daddy?"

   "Anything for my beautiful pony." It was now clear that she was doing it
on purpose, so I slurped the blob off, then continued to lick around her
upper leg way longer than was really necessary.  Her skin was unbelievably
soft and smooth.  The tiny hairs on her leg were so soft they may as well
have been absent.  After the jelly taste was gone, I could smell the odor
of the pool water, but tasted nothing.

   Sarah ordered me to stop with a simple, "I think that's clean now
daddy."

   I reluctantly returned to my peanut butter task.  But before I even got
the knife in the jar, I heard sweet Sarah's voice again.

   "Oh darn, I did it again.  I'm just so clumsy."

   This time the jelly blob was on her tummy, dripping down into her belly
button, and on down onto her kitty, and then onto the counter.

   "Your wish is my command, my princess," I said.  I started with her
little outie belly button.  Sarah giggled as I licked around it, then
across it, then put my lips around it, sucked it into my mouth and flicked
it with my tongue.  Sarah laughed and pushed my head away, so I continued
with the blob above her belly button, giving it the same treatment I did on
her legs.

   "There, you're clean," I announced.

   "But you missed a spot," Sarah said, pointing down below her belly.

   "Oh, yea," I said, and licked the jelly off of the counter.

   "There, I'm done." I announced again.

   "No, there!" she demanded, pointing directly at her kitty this time.

   "Oh, okay," I said, pretending to be reluctant.  But with her sitting
up, and even leaning forward a little, I really couldn't reach her peachy
goodness with my tongue.  I tried.  I pressed my nose into her lower
abdomen and my chin against the counter and tried to will my tongue to grow
longer, but I just couldn't reach.  I grunted a few times to make it clear
I was trying.  I turned my head sideways and just barely touched the top of
her slit with my tongue.

   Finally Sarah got the point.  She leaned back on her elbows, put her
feet flat on the counter with her knees far apart.  This was not perfect,
but it was better.  I ran my tongue straight up her slit, starting as low
as I could reach, keeping my tongue wide, slurped right up over her clit
and up to the top of her slit.  She twitched when I touched her clit.  Then
I slurped short upward strokes on each lip, not touching her clit.  After
they were thoroughly clean, I reached as far down as I could, in the
vicinity of her vagina I hoped, and flicked my tongue around aimlessly,
every which way.  Finally I returned to her clit, licking from bottom to
top with slow strokes and moderate pressure.  Sarah put her hands on my
head, snaked her fingers into my hair, and pulled me gently toward herself.
So that's when I stopped.

   I looked her in the face and announced, "There, you're all clean now."

   She looked down at her own pussy, then at me, her face a mix of
frustration and determination.  She sat up, grabbed the peanut butter jar,
reached in with two fingers and pulled out a huge blob.  She smacked blob
of peanut butter right smack onto her kitty, then said, "Oh goodness, I
think I need to be cleaned again."

   She scooted her cute butt over to the edge of the counter, lay down on
her back, and said "Clean me up daddy."

   I gotta say, it takes a LOT longer to get peanut butter off.  And I sure
wanted to do a thorough job.

   I started with long, slow strokes from bottom to top, starting well
below her vagina, and slowly stroking up over her vagina, over the place
where her inner lips will be someday (non apparent now), over her clitoral
hood and up to where her lips come together again.  I did this again and
again, on the left side, on the right side, in the middle, slowly, slowly.

   Again she snaked her fingers into my hair, not trying to control my
motion, but just moving with me.

   Then I made my tongue as pointy as possible and used just the tip to
swirl around her vagina, occasionally poking, then flicking, then swirling.
Then back to slow strokes from bottom to top.

   Finally I returned to her clit.  There seemed to be peanut butter pushed
down tight beside her clit.  I licked lightly along the top of the clit
(avoiding the tip), then deep down beside the clit, one side, then the
other, digging my tongue down as deep as I could.  Sarah started pulling my
head hard against her.  I sucked her little clit between my lips, and
sucked repeatedly like a baby sucking on a nipple.  I sucked and held her
clit while flicking my tongue across the tip.  Sarah pulled my head so
tight against her body that I couldn't do that anymore.  All I could do is
keep my tongue flat (and my teeth out of the way!) and rub it across her
clit, faster and faster.  She squeezed her legs together against the side
of my neck so tight that it hurt.  She let out a little sound like a
combination squeal and sigh, then relaxed.

   I backed up a little and kissed her inner thighs all over, then her
tummy.  In between kisses I whispered, "I think you're clean, Sarah."

   She didn't respond, she just lay quietly for maybe 20 seconds.  I've
never seen this little dynamo still for so long.  Suddenly she sat up,
pushing my head away.  "Well you've had lunch now, haven't you.  But what
about me?"

   I had thoughts of her little tongue licking jelly off of my body, but
these pleasant daydreams were dashed when she jumped off the counter,
saying "You finish the sandwiches, I'll pour milk for us.  C'mon, I'm
hungry."