Author: Sterling
Title: She Wanted to Make Me Happy
Summary: Alison from next door loved the attention and support I
gave her. She accidentally found out I was attracted to her, and
insisted she wanted to make me happy in that way.
Keywords: Mg Mg(8) humor 1st pedo slow food

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. Author's note:
Adult-child sexual activity in real life is always wrong. Don't
do it.

First posted 8/29/2018.

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She Wanted to Make Me Happy

Chapter 1

"I found out how babies are made, and it's gross!" said Alison,
plopping down on my living room sofa and crossing her legs. It
was the first mention of sex between us.

"Oh," I said carefully. "I think lots of kids think that."

"Eewwwww."

"So it's a good thing you're not trying to make any babies. No
need to worry about it."

"I'll never want to do that."

I tried not to smile. "Yeah, lots of kids think that too. And
maybe some never change."

"I'll never change."

"OK, that's fine."

"All the boys have penises. All the men. And you have one too."
She paused. "Don't you?"

"Well, of course," I said.

"Do you stick it in women a lot?"

"Hmmm. Alison, I'm happy to answer any questions you have about
things in general, but I'm not going to talk about my own private
life, including anything to do with my penis."

She smiled. "OK."

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When I moved to the apartment six months before, Alison lived
next door with her parents. Alison's mother had never spoken to
me. She constantly looked preoccupied and often angry, and on the
rare occasions she glanced in my direction she glanced away at
once and scowled. Occasionally Alison's father and I had
exchanged a few words. I learned he was an assistant manager at a
grocery store, his wife an aspiring real estate agent, but not
having much luck. She didn't seem to have the basic demeanor of a
salesperson, so I wasn't surprised, though of course I didn't
tell him that.

I'd hear shouts from over there and occasional a woman's screams
of rage, mostly in the evenings but sometimes in the middle of
the night.

Then the shouting stopped. A few days later, a fine spring day, I
was sitting on the front steps and her father came out and sat
beside me. He said his wife had left -- gone into the system
again, something about probation and rehab. I expressed my
condolences. He said Alison was taking it OK, but it was hard for
him sometimes, trying to work and run the household. But they'd
left Alison alone before and she was fine. But he asked if I'd
keep my ears open if there was anything suspicious.

Alison had honey blond hair down past her shoulders, big blue
eyes in a lovely face with a ready smile. She was also seven
years old. It's gotten harder these days to leave your kid
unsupervised. Things were more relaxed back then in 1986, but
most people still didn't leave their seven-year-olds alone at
home for long periods. But it wasn't my place to say that.

We lived in an apartment building with six units, two on each
floor. Ours were the two on the ground floor. As you came in
there was a stairway up to the right, and a hallway to the left.
On the left off the hallway was my door, and then on the right
beyond the staircase was the door to Alison's. Their unit had two
bedrooms, while mine had just one. That afternoon I opened my
door into the shared hallway at 2:00. I wasn't sure just when
school got out, but wanted to be available if she needed
anything. I worked in software and fortunately could flex my
hours around and work from home when I had to. The door to the
hallway opened onto my living/dining area, couches to the right,
table and chairs for a dining area to the left. I set up at the
dining room table so my terminal screen was visible from the
hallway.

That afternoon I heard Alison fumble with the outside lock, then
come in and hesitate at my door briefly. I didn't turn around,
and she went past and fumbled with the lock to their place. But a
few minutes later she came back and stood in my open door,
looking. This time I turned around.

"Hi... you're Alison, right?" I said.

She nodded. "What's that?" she asked, entering to stand beside me
and look at my 80x24 green monochrome computer display. I
explained dial-up connections and how I could send email back and
forth to the office. I also mentioned I had a few games. I pulled
up a primitive version of pong and showed her how it worked. She
seemed sort of interested, but didn't immediately ask to play
herself.

I turned to face her. "How are things going?"

She looked down. "OK."

"I heard your mom left."

"Yeah," she said. "No more fighting, but it's lonely."

"I can imagine," I added.

She glanced at me then and I saw her smile -- some glimmer of
trust.

"I always have milk and crackers after school but there's no
milk."

"Oh... I don't have milk, but I have half 'n half -- like milk
but creamier. You're welcome to try some."

"Oh, OK."

"I could give you the carton... or why don't you bring me a glass
and I'll pour some for you."

She came back with her big plastic glass and I poured a little.

"That's good!" she said with a big smile.

I filled it up three-quarters of the way. She hesitated, but
didn't run off with the glass -- instead, she set it down, ran
back to her place and appeared a minute later with her plate and
box of crackers and sat down to eat.

"Can I have some crackers?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded, and I got myself a plate and glass and set
myself up with a snack just like hers.

And that was how our friendship began.

I was not attracted to adult women. I was not attracted to adult
men. I was attracted to girls Alison's age -- no boys. I knew I'd
never molest anyone. So I mostly kept it out of my mind,
concentrating on my career. I could never have a real romance in
my life, but if I could be a good neighbor and friend to Alison,
that would be a wonderful thing. It shouldn't matter if she was
the age I found attractive. It shouldn't even matter if I found
Alison herself to be stunning.

After snack she looked at the knick-knacks around my living room,
asked a few questions and I answered them. But then she started
talking. She talked, I really listened and smiled, and so she
kept talking. She talked about her mommy and how she could be
nice sometimes but scary other times and now she was gone. She
talked about how her daddy could be nice too, but sometimes
didn't seem to know she was there. She talked about school, and
about dolls, and books she'd read. At 6:00 I asked about supper
and she said her daddy had left supper for her. She disappeared
but was back in 20 minutes.

She started yawning around 7:30 and she said her daddy had told
her to go to bed when it was 8:00. She was supposed to do it
herself? I told her at 8:00 it was time to go. I told her again
at 8:03, and finally at 8:06 I said she'd better do as her daddy
said. I thought maybe she'd enjoy a goodnight story or some human
contact, but that was going beyond neighborly interest. So she
left and I heard no more from her that night. I shut my own door
at 9:00 and heard her father come in around 9:30.

The next day after school she was back. We shared a snack
together. She talked some more. She went back to her place long
enough to bring over markers and paper and started coloring. She
left them at my place. I didn't mind.

I asked about her supper and she proudly told me that every night
her daddy left her a sandwich. I said I was planning to order a
pizza and wondered if she'd go halves with me -- she could have
some of my pizza if I could have half her sandwich. She thought
that sounded great. The sandwich was a slice of ham, a slice of
cheese and mayonnaise between two slices of white bread. She took
a nibble of her half but ate three whole slices of cheese pizza.
I asked if she wanted more sandwich but she didn't. So I finished
it along with the rest of the pizza.

Her daddy worked on Saturdays and Sundays too, but didn't start
so early. Her first visit with me had been on a Wednesday. On
Saturday he poked his head in the door.

"Alison says she comes over here."

"Yeah, sometimes."

"She's all set up with everything, you don't need to let her
bother you."

"Oh, that's all right. She's a good kid, and fun."

"What's that thing?" he said, pointing to the terminal.

"Lets me work from home.... logs in to the computer at work."

"What will they think of next..." he said, shaking his head. "But
good for you."

As soon as he left for work at noon, Alison came right over.

She said she'd run out of underwear. Had she told her daddy? Yes,
he said he'd get to it, but he hadn't. I suggested she bring over
some underwear and I'd wash it for her. So I added five pairs of
her underwear and a few pairs of socks to my dirty laundry and
did a load right then. I made myself not linger over the panties
as they made their way from dirty, to wet, and then to warm, soft
and dry.

She was wearing a dress that day, the same flower-pattern one
she'd worn the day before. As with most little girls, she didn't
always monitor the sight lines and in days past I had
occasionally gotten glimpses of her panties. That day, there were
no panties, just skin. I guess her mommy had told her to never
wear dirty underwear. I didn't say anything. But I remembered
those lovely little legs, the perfection of those inner thighs,
and way up under the dress, the slit. So ordinary on the one
hand, as all girls have one. Yet not entirely ordinary, as girls
are told to keep them hidden more than any other body part. And
so utterly extraordinary to someone like me.

We shared our suppers every night, and she always ate lots of the
pizza or macaroni and cheese or Chinese take-out and just a
little of her sandwich. I really do like ham and cheese, and it
reminded me of how thankful I am that we have enough to eat in
this country and never worry about where the next meal is coming
from.

More and more, she became my little girl. She slept in her bed
and her daddy managed to get off to school each day, but the
afternoons and evenings were always at my place.

I don't know what she did about hair brushing in the morning, but
sometimes in the afternoon it had snarls she complained about. So
I had her bring her brush over and I brushed it patiently, bottom
to top, as she told me more about her day and her worries and her
pals at school and her dreams. I bought a brush to keep at my
place. The hair was sometimes a mess when I started, but when it
was done each day I had before me luxuriant, thick, golden
perfection.

Her hair got dirtier. The color darkened, and it smelled faintly
and started looking oily. That was just what it ought to do when
unwashed, and I thought it was just another wonderful aspect of
Alison: Alison with dirty hair. But of course it had to be
cleaned. She said she didn't really know how to wash it herself,
and asked me if I would do it. I said absolutely not, she'd have
to ask her daddy about that. So he'd do it when she asked, but
she didn't like it when the soap got in her eyes and only asked
him when I told her she had to. I made her ask him every five or
six days.

She appeared in ratty clothes sometimes. She said she couldn't
find anything better. I'd been hesitant to go into her apartment,
as her father hadn't given me permission to. But I finally went
to her place. The living room and kitchen were dirty and somewhat
messy. There was dust in the corners of her little bedroom, a few
food stains on the sheets, and clothing all over the floor. She
deserved better than that, but it was a delicate situation.

I suggested she tell her daddy her clothing was all dirty. She
said she'd done that. I asked her to add that I'd offered to help
her sort it and clean it, thinking that would shame him into it.
But he told her that would be OK with him if I helped her with
it. So I sorted out all her clothes, did a couple loads of
laundry, found stuff she had outgrown, and went shopping with
her. Some new underwear and socks, new jeans and shorts and tops,
but only one dress. I let her pick, but not a fancy one. It was
light blue, knee-length, and quite simple. With Alison inside, it
became beautiful and stylish. She wore it four days in a row
until the other kids made fun of her, then she went back to
wearing a variety of things.

We watched videos together, and occasionally TV. She snuggled up
beside me then, or when I read her a story. We played
make-believe with chairs and blankets and cushions on the floor.
We played Go Fish and Uno and Old Maid. She brought over her game
of Life and we played that. She got into Pong on my computer.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"How come?"

"Just never found the right girl."

She paused. "Can I be your girlfriend?" She said it with a happy
smile, confirming that of course it was a suggestion from the
land of pretend and make-believe.

"No," I said with a smooth smile. "I'm the friendly guy next
door." Her offer was all innocence -- but she had no idea how the
idea seemed to me.

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Chapter 2

I was 30 at the time. I'm a pedophile, but I was the perfect
father figure for a neglected little girl. I never had an impulse
to touch her or get her to touch me. I never made suggestive
remarks, never tried giving her back rubs or getting her to sit
on my lap. Nothing.

But I was also in love with her, and found her incredibly sexy. I
never got an erection when she was around, but after she left...
I masturbated once or sometimes twice. The sight of her naked
little girl parts that day she had no clean panties was etched
vividly in my imagination. I also took to masturbating shortly
before she got home from school, hoping to find her a little less
sexy when we were together.

One afternoon I had been out on errands and got back an hour
before school got out. I lay down naked on my bed, on my back,
masturbating. It was not long after she had learned about how
babies are made. In my mind were the memory of her intonation
saying "That's gross!" and the image of her bare girl parts under
her dress earlier... I moaned, "Oh, Alison!" as I climaxed.

I was startled to hear rummaging in my closet. I froze for a
second in my post-orgasmic haze, and went into action only as she
opened the closet door and appeared, saying, "How did you know I
was there?!" I was sitting up and turning away from her,
shielding my nakedness. But she saw. She saw everything.

"Oh, that was a surprise!" I said hastily. "I didn't... school's
not out yet." I realized I hadn't locked my own door when I went
out.

"It got over early," she said. "I wanted to surprise you."

I remember looking back over my shoulder and seeing her in plain
jeans and a white top. It was a very ordinary outfit, but no
outfit was ordinary with Alison in it. I'm not sure why I
remember it so clearly. Maybe I thought I'd never see her again.

"Oh, you did, you did... What you saw... I'm so sorry... But...
if you tell anyone what you saw, I mean, it's fine, you didn't do
anything wrong... but if you do, then they'll probably never let
you spend time with me any more."

"Why?"

"Just trust me on this, OK? I -- maybe you should play over at
your place this afternoon."

"Oh... OK," she said, thoughtful.

So she left, and I turned around, cleaned up, got dressed, locked
the door, and sat down for some hard thinking.

It was roughly an hour later that I heard a knock on my door, and
"It's Alison." My heart started pounding. I hesitated, then got
up to answer it.

She sat on one end of the couch, crossed her arms, and frowned.

I was tempted to launch into a long, elaborate, and frankly
panicked description of what had happened. But instead I said,
"What are you thinking, Alison?"

"You were naughty, doing that."

"It's absolutely something that people should do in private and
not let other people see. But I thought I was all alone. You
snuck in and hid."

"I just wanted to surprise you."

"I know, I get it, you didn't do anything wrong... well, as you
get older you'll learn when surprises are OK and when they're
not, but that's fine."

"That had to do with making babies, right?"

I paused. "Yeah, sort of."

"Why do something gross when you're not trying to make a baby?"

"Oh, well... Maybe there's things you don't know about making
babies. But if you just figure you saw me doing something private
that you weren't supposed to see, then everything should be
fine."

"But I have to tell Jill at school. She talked about seeing her
brother's thing, and now I have something to tell HER."

"No!"

"Why?"

"Well..." How to explain? "It's really interesting, right? You
thought so, and she'll think so too. She'll tell someone else.
Maybe her big brother, or her mother. Her mother will tell the
police, and then the police are going to ask you questions. Lots
and lots of questions."

"I'll just say I didn't see anything."

"But the police are very crafty. Want to play police and Alison?
I'll be the police."

She frowned at me, but didn't object.

I rose and paced back and forth. "Now, Alison, tell us everything
that happened. If that man told you not to say anything, you can
forget that now. A man should never say that. You're safe now. So
tell us everything that happened."

"Nothing happened."

"That's not what you told Jill. You told Jill you saw this man
naked."

"I didn't."

"No? Are you saying Jill was lying?" She didn't answer. "Did this
man ever touch you?"

"He brushed my hair. I leaned against him when he read stories
sometimes."

"Oh, he brushed your hair? Most girls brush their hair in the
mornings. Why would a strange man do that in the afternoon?"

"Because --"

And he got you to lean against him?"

"He didn't --"

"Oh, so you'd have us believe you just happened to lean against
him? And he didn't move away? So, Alison, what was it like when
you saw him naked?"

"It was my fault."

"Aha! So you did see him naked?"

"Well...."

"And he told you it was your fault? That's what those men always
say -- they always make it your fault. But now you're saying you
did see him naked once, and before you said you never did. Why
did you lie to us?"

Alison scowled. "I don't like this game."

I returned to my normal voice and sat down again on the opposite
end of the sofa.

"Sorry, but it might be like that, really." I paused. "Suppose
you were going to tell them the whole truth, what would you say?"

"I'd say you were doing something naughty."

"But they'll want to know exactly what you saw, even if it's
embarrassing to tell."

"You were naked. Your thing -- your penis -- was long and hard
and big, and you had it in your hand, and there was stuff that
had come out. The stuff to make babies, I think."

"And what did I do when you saw?"

"You quick tried to hide it."

"That's right. And when you were in the closet, what did you
hear? What made you come out?"

"You called my name."

"Right. And how did it sound. Like this --" I said "Oh, Alison!"
with the sort of intonation you might use when you find a
surprise, "or like this -- " I said "Oh, Alison!" the way a
person would say it in the heat of passion.

She smiled. "The second one."

"Are you sure I didn't say, "Oh, Alice Ann!", or "Oh, Al
Lizzand!"

"Yup, I'm sure."

"So..." I grew quiet. "Do you know why I would say that?"

She didn't answer at once.

"The police will assume they know why I said it."

"Because... you were doing make-believe about making a baby with
me?"

For once I felt blood start surging into my cock, and willed it
to subside. Here was a crucial moment. I didn't want to lie to
her, but to tell the truth...

"No... I... I had a girlfriend in college named Alison."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Did not. You would have said."

She had me there. She might not be as good as the police at
sniffing out lies, but it was a pretty dumb lie.

I sighed. "Yeah, Alison, that's right. I was saying your name."

"You want to make a baby with me?"

"No! No, not at all. I just... kind of dream about it. When you
get older." I tried to make my smile look genuine.

She actually rolled her eyes.

"So, here's the thing. Very, very few men would dream about doing
that with a girl who's just turned eight. Very, very few would.
And society hates men who think about that."

"Why?" she asked, all innocence.

"Well, some men who think about it actually try to do things with
a girl, maybe even try to make a baby with her, and that's a
horrible crime."

Alison's eyes went wide and she grimaced.

"Yeah, I know. That's why it's a horrible crime. And I'd never,
ever do anything like that. But the police don't know that, see.
It would be bad enough if you told them I was doing that thing
with my penis, but if you told them what I'd said, then... I'd
lose my job, have to move. Might even have to go to court. They
might put me in jail."

"That's silly. You didn't do anything."

"It doesn't matter, Alison! It doesn't matter."

She sat silently.

"I do love you, Alison, like a father -- like an uncle would love
his niece. I love your company, and I love doing things for you
and helping you have fun and grow up to be a good person."

"I know. I love you too."

"But if they find out what I said, they'll assume that I'm only
nice to you so I can do bad things later."

"That's silly."

"It may actually be silly, but they won't think so. Believe me,
Alison. You know a lot, but you don't know about this."

I paused and looked at her earnestly. "I have no right to ask you
to keep a secret for my sake. You are free to say anything you
want, and I'll still love you with all my heart. But if you do,
you'll never be able to see me again."

Alison's eyes were welling up with tears. I had some inclination
to go sit beside her, but figured I should let her come to me if
and when she wanted to.

"If you don't tell anyone, then things go on just like they did
before."

She tentatively got up, looking at me warily, and walked over. I
lifted my arm to make room for her, and she sat down and snuggled
up against me.

The she sat up and said, "Why don't you get a girlfriend?"

"Well, maybe I will."

"Then you'd be able to do that thing with her."

"It's true, I would." I knew I shouldn't say any more. I knew it
was madness, but I said, "You know how I said most men wouldn't
dream of doing it with little girls?"

"Yeah."

"Truth is, I *only* want to do it with little girls. Women just
aren't attractive to me at all."

"Oh."

"But please, don't tell anyone that either!"

"Yeah, of course not."

We got back into our routine for two whole days. I breathed a
sigh of relief.

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"Tell me about making babies."

"Oh, it's better if we don't talk about that subject between us.
You should ask..." I was going to say her father, but that was
obviously not a good idea.

"If I can't talk about it with anyone else, can't I talk about it
with you?"

"You could talk about the subject with other people, as long as
you don't say anything about what you saw or what I said."

"How can I do that, when that's the biggest thing I know about
it?"

She had an excellent point there. I sighed. "Well, what do you
know about making babies?"

"The man sticks his penis into the woman's vagina and does
special pee in her and that starts the baby."

"That's right. What comes out is called semen, or sperm. So what
do you want to know?"

"Why would you pretend?"

I hesitated. "Well, it's not just something men and women do when
they want to make a baby. When they love each other they just
want to do it a whole lot. And it feels really, really good. You
know when you see grown-ups in movies getting smoochy? That's
what they're going to do later, in private. They don't show it on
the screen, but everyone -- every grown-up -- knows that. They'll
do it even if they really don't want to make a baby."

"Why?"

"It's just how we're built. We're animals along with being
people, and that's the same thing animals do when they want to
make puppies or kittens or whatever. It has to do with the theory
of evolution by natural selection... Oops, that's for when you're
older."

"Why would you pretend by yourself?"

"Men and women dream about doing it, and sometimes they can't
find a partner to do it with them, and it feels really good when
they pretend, too."

She was silent a moment. "And when you said, 'Oh, Alison!'?"

Her intonation was perfect, and embarrassing. "That's... that's
when the sperm came out. When it felt best."

"But you were thinking about doing that to me? Sticking your
penis in my vagina?" Once again her face showed disgust.

"No!" Well, how to explain? "It was kind of me pretending that
you were older and would want me to do it to you. But I know very
well you would never want to do that and it would never work
anyway, so it's just make-believe."

"And it feels good?"

"Oh, very good. You'll understand when you're older..." I hate
saying things like that to kids. Could I do better than that?
"But you might be able to understand it a little now. If you try
gently touching or rubbing yourself down there near your vagina,
you might get some good feelings. That's just a hint of the good
feelings you'd get when you're all grown up." I realized then
that maybe bringing up that subject wasn't such a great idea.
Maybe better to leave her with a grown-up end-of-discussion,
"Wait 'til you're older." But I hadn't.

She started putting her hand under her dress.

"Not now! Not now! When you're all alone, like in bed."

"OK... So ... what you did on the bed... it's just make-believe
and it makes you happy?"

"Well... sort of. But make-believe is never as good as the real
thing, right?"

"No... no, it's not." She gave me a little devilish grin. "You'd
like to see me naked, I bet."

"No! I mean... Maybe I'd pretend that, but no! Not in real life."

She scooted away from me, lay back with her head against the far
armrest, and spread her legs wide, showing me her panties.

"Alison!" I said, getting up and striding across the room.
"That's not very nice of you!" It was the angriest I had ever
been with her.

She sat up and made herself decent, looking frightened.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'd never hurt you.
Never, never. But... how to explain... you know how you love
chocolate cake, right?"

"Right!"

"Suppose I put a nice big piece of chocolate cake in front of you
but told you you could look at it and smell how good it was but
never touch it or taste it. How would that feel?"

"Bad. That wouldn't be very nice of you."

"Right. So it's the same with you and your... body."

"Oh, OK... But can I snuggle against you?"

"Sure, anything you'd do with a grown-up ordinarily. You know
what's allowed and what's not. Would you show your panties to
your father like that?"

"No!" she said.

"OK, then."

I taught Alison new card games. I showed her on my screen how a
simple computer program worked. She wanted an American Girl doll,
Samantha, so I got it for her, and then the various accessories,
one after the other. I got her a glove and we tossed a baseball
back and forth in the back yard. I got her interested in a bunch
of different board games. She liked to win and tried hard, but
she wasn't too bad as a sore loser. Over time I had the pleasure
of seeing her get better at losing graciously and winning
graciously. I looked at her drawings and listened to the stories
she made about them. Now and then I even got an hour of work done
as she sat at the table reading or drawing.

She asked her father if we could go out and do things together,
and he said it was OK. We drove to the playground sometimes, and
the mall.

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Alison was snuggled against my side. I'd just finished reading
her a book.

"I tried that thing with my fingers. It felt kind of nice."

"What?"

"Fingers rubbing my vagina."

"Oh... That's nice."

"You're so nice to me. You buy me everything, and take me
everywhere, and play every game I want. And help me with my
homework and everything."

"I'm delighted to do it all for you," I said.

"Yeah, but I keep thinking how you'd really like to be making a
baby with me, and it makes me sad."

"Don't worry about that. Grown-ups are supposed to do things for
kids. Then when you grow up you can have kids and do things for
them. It all works out."

"But most men can get a wife and do sex to them all the time and
make babies. You can't do that."

"It's true." For a moment she had me feeling sorry for myself.

"Would you do that thing pretending like you did when I came out
of the closet?"

"No!"

"I'm curious. And you said you like to do it a lot. Why can't I
watch?"

"I'd be in trouble if you told about the other thing, but if I
let you watch I'd go to prison for sure."

"But I'd never tell."

"You might."

"I didn't tell about the first time."

"I'm glad."

"If you get to where the sperm comes out and feel really good, is
that kind of like eating the cake instead of just looking at it?"

I couldn't help smiling. "Yes, yes it is. Sort of. Or... at least
like eating a little crumb." Why had I said that?

"And if I was there it would be like eating a bite or two?"

"Yeah," I said dreamily. "Yeah, it would."

"Well, then, why not? You do so much for me."

This was madness. "Let me think about it. You think about it too.
And every day you think it's a good idea, tell me, and every day
you don't, tell me that too."

I hoped she'd forget about it. I considered telling her it was
out of the question and tell her to never mention it again.
That's what I should have done. But I didn't. Every day she told
me she'd like to see what it was like. She never told me it
wasn't a good idea.

After a week, I said, "If we did that... You know what's going to
happen when you grow up, right?"

"What?"

"Grown-ups think that men and women should only see each other
doing sexual things when they love each other and really want to
do it."

"But I want to see -- I want you to do it."

"But you don't want to see it because you're a woman who is old
enough to have a baby and wants to get a penis inside her to make
a baby. That's the way they think it ought to work. So since
you're a girl, you can't really want to see it. And so if I did
show you, it's because I'm manipulating you to make you want to
do it. And they'll say that's all I ever wanted. Everything else
was just a sneaky, evil plan to get you to let me do sexual
things that you don't really understand."

"But it's not like that at all. You keep saying I shouldn't and
I'm the one saying we should."

"Yeah, but people won't see it that way. And you won't remember
it that way."

She wasn't satisfied. I had to admit the explanation I was giving
sounded pretty lame.

I read her a long story. She was snuggled against me, and it was
4:00.

"I wanna watch you eat chocolate cake."

I laughed, it was such a funny way of putting it. It caught me
off guard. This was madness, but...

"God forgive me," I said, getting up and locking the front door.

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Chapter 3

She jumped up and down with excitement, then followed me into the
bedroom. She was wearing her blue dress with pink tights and
white sneakers, her clean hair pulled back in a pony tail.

I pulled down my trousers and briefs to my knees. My cock was by
no means small, but it wasn't fully erect either. Looking at
lovely little Alison changed that.

She naturally looked at it with interest. "It's getting bigger."

"Yeah, ordinarily it's little and soft so it isn't in the way. It
only gets big when a man is thinking about making a baby."

"You mean sticking it in a woman's vagina, because he wants to do
it even if he isn't trying to make a baby."

"That's right."

"Why does it get big?"

"A vagina isn't just open. A penis has to be stiff to force its
way inside."

"OK."

My erection was now full. I stripped naked and lay back on the
bed.

"Do you have to be naked?"

"No, but people usually get naked. They enjoy touching each other
all over. When they're doing it, men think every part of the
woman's body is wonderful, and she thinks the same thing about
him. So they don't hide it... So I make believe my hand is a
vagina, and I stick it in, like this... And then..." I started
rubbing.

"Why back and forth like that?"

"It's the way people like to do it, I'm not sure just why. But
men go in and out and in and out, and women like it when they
do."

I glanced at Alison's face as she stood beside the bed. So
beautiful... so sexy.

"And so now, your sex lesson..."

"So if I'm here and you look at me, it's more like a real bite
than just a crumb?" She smiled and batted her eyelashes.

"God, yes.... I'm getting to the eating part soon... Don't laugh
too loud, OK?"

"OK."

"The man would be going in and out of the vagina, faster and
faster..." I closed my eyes. "And then..." I peeked at Alison's
lithe body in her blue dress right beside me, looking from her
head down to her middle and back up again, and it was thrilling.
I meant to look away, but I didn't. I deliberately said nothing
as cum spurted out of my cock tip, but I couldn't help breathing
deeply and sighing.

Alison giggled, just a little.

What had I done? Given a sex lesson, I guess. Time to go on with
it. "So, Alison, all of that... semen would be inside the woman's
vagina, and it would stay up there when I pulled my penis out."

"Can I touch?"

"My penis? No."

"I mean the stuff."

"OK, if you want."

She touched and felt the weird consistency. She brought her
fingers to her nose and sniffed. "You didn't say my name."

"No, I was giving you a demonstration."

"I saw you look at me. And that made it more fun?"

"Oh, a lot more fun. Like a bite instead of just a crumb."

"It's getting soft."

"Yeah, it's all done delivering the sperm to start the baby, so
it doesn't need to be hard any more."

I cleaned up and got dressed, and we returned to our routine.
She'd had her sex education lesson.

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"I want you to be happy."

"I'm very happy just having you with me."

"I know, but I want you to be happy the other way."

"I gave you the sex education lesson."

"Thanks. I want you to be happy pretending to make a baby with
me."

"I... you don't have to... we shouldn't."

"I want to."

I got up and locked the front door. I shouldn't, I thought, I
really shouldn't. But I wanted to so much.

In the bedroom I lay on my back, naked.

"Can I show you my panties now?" she asked, standing beside the
bed. "If I show you more, will that let you have a full bite or
two of the cake?"

I smiled and gave a guilty nod, as I stroked slowly up and down
on my cock.

This was her yellow dress. She had on just socks, no tights. She
slowly lifted the hem, higher and higher.

I moaned.

She giggled. "There they are." The white panty cloth came into
view. "How about this?" She pulled the dress up over her head and
off. I'd never seen her chest before. There wasn't anything
special to see, which made it so very special. Flat little
nipples on a flat chest.

I whimpered and stroked.

She laughed. "If I was a big girl, you'd be pushing your penis
in... here," she said, pulling her panties down to her knees and
pointing at her slit. "Right... here," she said, pulling her
labia to the sides.

I groaned and ejaculated, awash in ecstasy. The first blob sailed
over my head and hit the wall. The second landed on my cheek. She
looked with amazement.

"Oh, Alison," I said. "That was amazing."

"Oh, I'm so glad." She sat beside me on the bed and dipped her
finger into the pool of semen on my belly. "Does more come out
the happier you are?"

I smiled. "Maybe a little, but not much. I guess my body just
shoots out however much is ready."

"So this would go in the woman's vagina... Would it be bad for me
to put this in my vagina now?"

I groaned plaintively.

"What is it?"

"That's the hottest idea ever."

She laughed. "Really? And it won't do any harm?"

"No... I don't see how it could, really."

She smiled, then sat below me on the bed with legs spread wide,
held her pussy lips open with her left hand and took a finger of
goop in the other. "It goes right in... here! The spermies can
pretend they're making a baby." She stuck her index finger into
her vagina. To my surprise, two knuckles fit. "Have a nice swim!"
She took another fingerful and shoved that in too. "All the
little sperms can take a swim in my vagina." She looked up at me.
"You look like you're going to faint!"

"I think I might."

"Because you're happy."

I nodded.

She laughed. "Now it's kind of gooey in there. So if my finger
was your thing, it would go like this..." She shoved the middle
finger in and out, then glanced at me. "Hey, it got stiff again."

"Yeah, that's so sexy." Maybe I gave her a hopeful smile, I don't
remember.

She stopped and smiled. "I want to go to the playground now. Will
you take me to the playground?"

"Sure thing, Alison my dear," I said, just mildly disappointed. I
feasted my eyes on her naked body as she started to get dressed.
And when she was, I realized how the public parts were so sexy
too... Her hair was down, those lovely hands, and there was her
gorgeous face, brimming with enthusiasm.

I got dressed and went to the playground and we had a wonderful
time.

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The next day she stripped naked and danced for me. She showed me
where my "thing" would go in and pushed her own finger in.
Make-believe.

The day after that she said, "You want to touch me?"

"I'd love to." Her shoes and socks were discarded in the living
room, leaving bare legs under her blue dress. "Just lie down."

She lay down. I ran my fingers over her arms. I took each finger
of hers in mine and caressed it and examined it closely, then
kissed it. I leaned my head close to hers and stroked her hair
gently, then her cheek and her ear. I ran my fingers down her
nose and ever so gently back and forth on her lips. I leaned in
to kiss her ear and her cheek. As I started maneuvering for her
lips, she turned away a little. I took the hint.

I moved my hand down to her knee and caressed it with my fingers.
She looked over at me then with an interested smile, which made
me realize she had found my caresses of her upper body less
exciting -- maybe even boring.

As I swirled my fingers around, I moved to her inner thighs,
sliding ever higher. It was amazing. My hand was up under her
dress, and finally I touched the cloth of her panties and gasped.

She had been watching me with interest and now giggled. "They're
just panties!" she said.

"I know, I know," I said, reaching back down and moving her skirt
up.

"Why not see all of me?" she said, sitting up to take the dress
off completely.

"Leave the panties," I said.

"OK," she said and lay back down. I ran my hand gently over her
chest, but she squirmed and laughed and said, "It tickles!"

I lay beside her and stroked her hair with one hand while the
other caressed the outside of her other thigh.

"I don't get it. The part of me you dream about most is my
vagina, and that's the one part you left covered up."

"Really? Maybe I've forgotten where your vagina is."

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I looked under one armpit,
then the other, and had her turn her head to the side to look at
the back of her neck. She giggled. "You're silly!"

"Open wide... Nope, that's not a vagina," I said.

I slid my finger under the waistband of her panties and slid it
from side to side. "That's promising."

I next slid the finger under the elastic the right leg went
through and slid it back and forth, caressing. And then I sat up,
slowly lifted the elastic in front out from her body until the
slit came into view, then took in my breath sharply. "I think
it's there!" I said.

"You're like a little kid!" she said.

I remembered that there was lots of other play she wanted to do
today, so I sped things up. I tugged on her panties and she
lifted her butt to let me pull them down.

I brought my face close and then stroked one finger down over her
right outer lip, then her left, then the center. I dabbed my
tongue briefly on the right outer lip.

"Eewwww!" she said, squirming and giggling. So I kept my tongue
to myself.

"I bet there's something wonderful in there," I said. "Can I look
inside?"

She smiled and nodded. I opened the lips and found her girl parts
within, the little clitoris, the pee hole, and the vaginal
opening. I groaned.

"You want to put your finger inside?" she asked.

I nodded. She then held herself open, while I got up on my knees
and stroked my cock idly with my left hand. Then I gently pressed
my right little finger against her vaginal opening. It went in a
little, and I gasped. "You could put it in more," she said, and I
tried another millimeter. "Here, let me do it," she said, and
grabbed my finger and shoved. It went in amazingly far.

I groaned, jerked my left hand five times and ejaculated,
imagining my little finger as my penis, imagining the sperm
flooding her little vagina. The sperm shot onto her stomach.

She laughed. "So was that a tasty piece of cake?"

"Oh, very tasty," I said. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I like it. It's fun. And I like seeing you happy like that."

It had been a long session, and I was afraid I was testing
Alison's patience. She liked the naughty parts best.

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"How come you never suggest doing it?" asked Alison.

"Well, we shouldn't. We should never have started, and we should
stop now."

"But when I suggest it you go along."

"Yeah, yeah, I have so far, haven't I... But at the very least,
it's got to be your idea."

"I ask you to do things all the time -- the park, the playground,
the zoo, the doll house and everything."

"I know, but sex is different. We shouldn't be doing it at all.
You'll probably hate me when you grow up. So, well, the first
instant you have a doubt, we should stop."

"OK," she said, sighing. "I'll never hate you. But you're not
doing it just for me?'

I stifled a laugh, but she saw.

"Didn't think so," she said smugly.

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"Can I rub your thing with my hand like you do?"

"Oh, gosh... if you really want to."

"Like this?"

"That's fine. You've seen me do it."

"Yeah, but your hand is a lot bigger."

"You're doing fine." It felt great. "Do you... do you want the
sperm to come out? It might get on your fingers and make them
sticky."

"That's OK. I want it to come out. I want you to feel good." She
looked at me with such a warm smile that I ejaculated right then.
It got all over her fingers. She laughed.

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"We could pretend we're having sex... I'll lie back and you lie
on me. That's the way they do it, right?"

"Usually -- it's the most common way."

"But don't stick it in, right? That would hurt!"

"Oh, of course not!"

She stripped naked and lay back.

"Could you.. let your hair free?"

"Oh, like this?" She reached back to pull the scrunchy off. She
pulled the hair around front so some of it lay on her chest.

I nodded and looked at her... Eight-year-old perfection, most
notably the slender, bare girl lips were showing, but also the
slender legs and thighs, a child's flat tummy, flat chest, arms,
that gorgeous hair, the blue eyes, and best of all that smile.
"The first thing I'd do is rub you between the legs, like this."

"OK.... why?"

"To start you feeling good. Like when you did it yourself? People
sometimes think it's even nicer when someone else does it. And it
would make your vagina get wet so the penis would slide in and
out easier."

"The sperm would make it slide easier, like that other time."

"Kind of, but it's the wrong order... the penis has to go in and
out first, before the sperm comes out. This kind of wet comes
from your own body. It needs to get slippery first..." I rubbed
patiently, searching her face to clues as to what felt best.
"How's that?" I said after a minute.

"OK," she said, without enthusiasm. "I want you to be happy."

"Does it feel warm and nice in a special way?"

"Kind of, I guess. What about you?"

"We could make a make-believe vagina. If you spit on your hand
and rub it around, then make a little pocket between your hand
and your tummy... like that." I slid my cock between her tummy
and her hands.

"Oh," said Alison, in make-believe mode. "I can feel that big
penis in my vagina. It feels so good. Give me a baby!" she said
with a winning smile.

I thrust hard and surged goo out onto her tummy.

Alison giggled.

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She had led me to the bedroom again. She lay back, naked, legs
spread wide, ready to do make-believe sex again.

"You know, Alison, I thought of the naughtiest, most fun thing of
all, I think..." I said.

"What is it?"

"You get your hands all wet with spit... Good. Then make a
pretend vagina right there in front of the real one... Good...
Now I get up on you, and insert it..." I pushed my cock into the
little fake pussy between her hands.

Her hands formed the side walls of a vagina, but when I bumped
the deep end, I was actually bumping her labia.

"You can get closer... Try this," she said, using her little
fingers to open her girl lips while the others made the pretend
vagina. "Get it as close as you can. Maybe some will go inside!"
She looked very pleased with her idea.

I'd removed my penis to see what she was up to, and now I
inserted it again between her wet hands. When the tip hit her
vaginal opening, it felt special. A kiss of man genitals on girl
genitals. As my excitement built to a peak, my eyes were glued to
my cock, the end in Alison's tight hands, the tip nudged right
against her vagina. It was so good, so right, so wonderful... and
orgasm was upon me.

She beamed and said, "Oooooo" when she felt my sperm gush out and
mess up her girl parts.

I let myself down slowly and turned on my back. She turned over
against my side and draped her leg across me.

She realized her pussy was sticky. "You made my privates all
gooey, so I'm going to make your leg gooey," she said.

"Oh, that's just fine," I said smiling, relieved, and very happy.

"I wish I knew how good it felt," she said.

"Yeah, that's too bad about that. Even when you rub yourself it
doesn't really feel good?"

"Nope," she said. "We're going out for Chinese food, right?"

"Absolutely!"

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"I've got a present for you," I said.

"It's not wrapped."

"No, it's kind of a secret present. It didn't feel right to wrap
it. In fact, it's kind of a loan."

I handed her a Hitachi vibrator. I turned the switch and she felt
it vibrating in her hand. "What's it for?"

"When you're all alone, in bed, try that on your private parts
different ways, and see if you don't find one way that feels
really good. If you're really lucky, you'll get a good feeling
like I do, a big wave of pleasure and then you feel like you've
had enough. It's called an orgasm."

"OK," she said.

"But don't let your daddy find it!"

"Why don't I keep it here instead?"

"But you don't sleep here."

"Why's that matter? There's your bedroom."

"Oh... great idea!"

"You want to watch?"

"Oh, hmmm, maybe later, but I think you'd be freer to try
different things and take your time if I'm not right there."

She disappeared into my bedroom and shut the door. I pretended I
was working but didn't see a thing on the screen.

Fifteen minutes later I heard her cry out softly.

She had gone into the room with her dress on, but she emerged
stark naked, holding the vibrator and smiling. The slim body, the
perfect skin, blond hair, dimples, smile, big blue eyes -- and
plump little hairless labia -- it was an amazing sight.

She said, "Oh, wow. So that's how you feel?"

"If you had a breaking wave and then felt satisfied, then yes."

"Yeah, that's right. Oh, this is the best present ever. Can I
show you?"

"Now?"

"Yeah, I want to feel that again! To have another orgasm."

"I'll want to stroke and spurt -- my orgasm."

"Oh, sure, yeah, that would be good."

She lay on her back, legs spread wide, and applied the vibrator
right where I'd expected she would, right above her clitoris. Her
eyes were closed as she applied the device. I knelt below her,
wanking away, looking intently where vibrator met girl. When she
twitched and gasped, I twitched and gasped too, sending gobs of
sperm onto her belly.

When I caught my breath, I said, "See if your vagina is wet
inside."

"I know my tummy's wet on the outside!" she said with mock
disapproval, looking between my face and the sticky ropes. She
investigated inside. "It is!"

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Alison had tapered off to suggesting sexual play every second or
third day, but now she suggested it every single day. She gave
herself an orgasm with the vibrator while I watched. She said she
liked how I liked looking at her feeling happy.

"What else would you like? Jill said sometimes girls take a boy's
thing in their mouths, but I think that's gross."

"Oh, we won't then, that's fine. What I want? I can never have
what I want."

"What is it?"

"No point saying it, because it can never happen."

She paused and continued softly. "You want to get that penis into
my vagina? It's so big!"

"I know, it would never fit. That's why it's never going to
happen. But you asked, so I told you." I took on a brighter tone.
"But you've let me do so much already I never dreamed in a
million years I'd ever be able to do. You're so nice to me."

"It's fun," she said. "And you're nice to me."

We were silent.

"When does a vagina get bigger?"

"Oh, I imagine somewhere in puberty -- when a girl grows breasts
and hips and gets pubic hair." It was apparent that none of that
was happening to her.

"I'm nine now."

"Yes, a big girl!" I had taken her out for an ice cream sundae on
her birthday.

"Can I hurt myself poking around down there?"

"From what I hear, if it doesn't feel too bad, you can't do any
damage to yourself." It's true! It's what I had heard! "They say
it's pretty stretchy."

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Alison started using the vibrator less, but still wanted to do
sex every day. When I asked why she stopped with the vibrator,
she explained that it felt good but she mostly wanted me to be
happy.

We lay entwined on the bed in the wake of our sex play. She had
made her special little tunnel with her hands and I had splatted
my sperm right in her opening.

"You really want to get it inside me."

"It's my dream, yes. But I don't expect it will ever happen."

"I've tried with the hairbrush handle. It kinda hurts when I
try."

"Then don't do it. I'm so lucky -- incredibly lucky -- that
you've wanted to do any of this at all."

"Would you be twice as happy if you could get it in?"

I paused. "Ten times as happy."

"Why?"

"Well..." Why was it, exactly? "I'm made to want to start babies.
If a man leaves his sperm on a woman's tummy, it can't start any
babies. The only real way is for the man to get his penis in
there and spurt it inside the woman. I'm a little off in the
head, and I like little girls instead of grown women, but I'm the
same. So that's what I want more than anything."

She was silent, looking thoughtful.

I tried another tack. "If your daddy had been happy to leave his
sperm on your mommy's tummy, you never would have been born. It's
only because he really wanted to put it inside your mommy that
you're here."

She nodded.

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Chapter 4

A week went by and it was our same routine each day -- she made
her little pretend vagina, I kissed my cock tip right at her
opening and ejaculated right there.

I still played make-believe with her, read her stories, took her
to the park, ordered in pizza, helped with her homework, and did
much of her laundry.

And then one Sunday she didn't suggest any sex. She didn't
suggest it Monday or Tuesday either. I was determined to say
nothing. I'd always said we should stop whenever she didn't feel
like it, and if she'd decided to stop, then that's the way it
was.

And then Wednesday afternoon she suggested it again, and when we
were naked on the bed she said, "You're so nice to me."

"I love your company and love doing things for you."

"And you'd be nice to me if we never did sexy things again?"

"Yes," I said, meaning it, though more complicated feelings
churned inside.

She took out the vibrator and applied it. My erection rose
strongly. She noticed and smiled. I waited for her to climax, but
she turned the vibrator off and set it aside.

I lay beside her, and she said, "One end of the hairbrush is for
my hair, the other is my vagina-stretcher. A couple days ago I
got it in. It hurt!"

"You shouldn't have if it hurt!" I said.

"It was sore for a couple days, so I didn't want to do anything
with sex. But I checked today. It's not sore. The handle went in
and doesn't hurt."

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "But I did it. I made it
big enough. You can stick your thing in."

I looked at her with wonder. I had an impulse to kiss her, but
remembered she hadn't liked that idea before. "Oh, Alison," I
whispered.

"But you have to let me see your face. I want to see ten times as
happy."

I mounted, she spread her lips, and I nestled my cock tip right
at her opening. I'd had it there many times before. But now... I
pressed, looking down to where my tip was starting to push her
tissues in, but then I remembered and looked at her face. With
just a bit more pressure, I felt her ring of muscles slowly
dilate, a second that lasted a delicious eternity. And as they
finished dilating, my cock tip had eased inside of her body! She
giggled. My excitement was indescribable. I pushed in and out
just a little, but couldn't hold back. After ten quick little
thrusts, my explosion happened. "Oh my God, oh, my God, oh my
God!" I said, panting like crazy. Sperm shot out of me and into
little Alison in five big spurts. I wasn't really in far enough
to keep my cock seated inside her, so when I stopped spurting it
slid out.

"Oh, Alison, that was the most amazing thing ever!" I said
kissing her cheeks, stroking her hair.

She beamed up at me. "I love seeing you happy," and she squeezed
me tight. "I could tell it was more. So was that like eating a
big piece of cake?"

"That was like eating a whole cake." I slid off onto my back, and
smiled, feeling dreamy as I looked at the ceiling. "Rich
chocolate cake with nuts, bittersweet frosting. Raspberry between
layers and a dusting of sugar..."

"Will you get a tummy ache from so much cake?" She had an impish
grin.

"No, oh no. Just the good parts of cake-eating. The taste." I
mouthed chewing and swallowing with pleasure.

"And now that's all you want?"

"Yes, that's all... Well, I'd love to do it again, over and over,
but that's all I want to do."

"You barely got it inside me."

"I didn't know how deep you were. I didn't want to get greedy...
You didn't finish with the vibrator. Why not? You want to finish
now?"

"I wanted to see if I really wanted it in me like a big girl
would. But I didn't." She shrugged.

I handed her the vibrator. "You want to finish up now?" She
smiled and took the vibrator and applied it while I nibbled her
ear. A minute later she gasped, turned it off and put it aside.
My cock was hard again and I gently pushed it against her thigh.

"You want to do it AGAIN?" she said with mock annoyance, then
gave me a big smile. "OK, go ahead."

Whimpering with excitement, I mounted, aimed and slid in.

"You made me soupy in there, soupier than it gets from the
vibrator," she said. "That's nice. It slides even easier now."

I achieved my previous depth and then pressed and she opened up
inside another quarter of an inch. "You tell me if it hurts."

She nodded but looked at me. "It sure is big -- but it feels OK."

"Every little bit extra is like a whole new miracle," I said,
trying another quarter inch. Finally at three inches there was an
obstruction on the inside.

She looked at me with a mischievous expression. "So now I suppose
you're going to pee in me again?"

"Only if it's OK."

"Sure, go ahead, because I love you and want you to be happy.
Start a baby in my tummy."

What a fantasy! I slid in and out with long, deep strokes,
getting faster and faster, constantly on the lookout for a flinch
or an "ouch" from little Alison, but none was forthcoming.

I moaned and cried out again as I delivered another load, this
one much further up inside little nine-year-old Allie's vagina.
This time I left my cock inside and settled down on top of her,
but holding my own weight. I kissed her cheeks. She kissed me on
the lips for the first time.

"Like they do in the movies," she said. "I figure if you're going
to do sex to me you ought to be willing to kiss me."

"I would have kissed you any time," I said.

"I know that," she said with a smile. "Your penis is still in my
vagina."

"I'll happily remove it if you'd like."

"No, it's warm and nice. But it's getting soft."

"Yeah, it does that."

We kissed a little more, but it was clear she wasn't really into
it.

"Wait... it's getting hard again."

"Yeah, it is."

"You wanna do it again, one more time?" she asked.

"Only if you want," I said.

"Oh, go ahead." I started thrusting again and she said, "It's so
easy to make you happy."

My excitement built.

"I can tell when you're about to piddle," she said. "It gets
extra big."

"Can I piddle again?"

"Hmmm," she said, pretending to consider it, then broke into a
smile. "Course you can... piddle away."

So I did, gasping and moaning again.

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The next day she led me to the bed, stripped and lay back in
missionary position.

"Is it wet enough?" I asked, my cock sticking out strongly from
my body.

She stuck her finger into herself. "Not so wet. Does it have to
be wet?"

"Well, we can see..."

"Hmmmm, ow!"

I instantly withdrew. "I figured it probably wasn't. They say
even grown women have to get ready."

She took the vibrator and applied it. "I can feel my vagina
getting bigger when I do that." She turned it off after 15
seconds and explored again. "Wetter too!"

I mounted and eased my cock in. It was a tight fit, but this time
it went in smoothly.

I slid in and out, face slack with pleasure. It felt so good I
wanted to make it last.

For a while she looked at me with interest, but after ten minutes
she looked away. Time to finish up, I figured. If she asked me to
pull out before I finished, I would, but... She felt my pace pick
up and looked back at my face with interest.

To be plunging into gorgeous little Alison was amazing. Finally,
ecstasy rising, I thrust tight against her innards and held
perfectly still, cock spewing in her little pussy. It was the
first time I'd held still when I came inside her, and she said,
"I could feel it twitching!"

I pulled out and she snuggled against me. "I realized I said all
I wanted was to get it into you and 'piddle' in there. But just
now I wanted to make it last longer because it feels so good. But
that's like asking for more, right? That's not nice of me. I want
to allow plenty of time to do all the things you like."

"Yeah... How much nicer is it if you take a long time?"

"It doesn't matter, because I promised."

"Still, how much?"

"Oh, not even half again as much. So I'm really happy keeping my
word."

We got up, got dressed, went to the playground, and I took her
out for ice cream. Then I read her a story and helped her with
her homework just a little. She didn't need help, but appreciated
a little encouragement.

Later that afternoon, I said, "You sure about all this sex stuff?
So much of it?"

"Yeah, it hurt a little to get it big enough, but now it is I
want to make you happy a lot."

I gave her a tender hug.

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She took my hand to tug me into the bedroom, stripped, and
applied the vibrator for twenty seconds. That's all it took.

"You want to try something different?" I said.

"What?"

"Do you know how dogs and cats and horses and other animals do
it?"

"Oh, where he like climbs on her back?"

"Yeah. Well, people can do it that way too."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I showed her how to put herself.

"Meeooww! I'm a girl cat, and the boy cat's going to give me
kittens."

"Meeeowww!" I said, playing along. Her face was pointed away from
me, leaving me to appreciate her golden hair. But what I saw most
was her little narrow butt, and between her cheeks below her
little poop hole was a pair of delicate little hairless lips. I
knew what treasure lay inside. So I opened them with my fingers,
found the prize, aimed, and slid in.

I had her hips in my hands, and resisted the tendency to shove in
hard... her pussy wasn't all that deep.

It was terrifically erotic, and in under 30 seconds I was on the
edge. I looked at where we were joined. The visible part of my
cock ended where her girl lips had stretched to make a tight ring
around me. The upper part was in hot, slick heaven. She'd
welcomed me inside and wanted me to be happy -- to ejaculate my
load of sperm inside her. So I did, in tune with indescribable
pleasure.

"Meeoww! Thanks for the kittens."

We kicked a soccer ball around in the back yard, took a quick
trip to the playground, and then she started reading me a story.
She's a decent reader, but she found it tiring, so I finished it
for her while she snuggled against me.

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She locked the door and disappeared into the bedroom but didn't
invite me. I thought I heard the vibrator.

She emerged, dressed as she had been before in her light blue
dress, white tights and pink sneakers.

"Let's play house," she said. We moved some pillows and sofa
cushions around to make a house. I went off to work as she
directed, sitting at my terminal, pretending. She told me it was
time to come home, and I did. She served me a delicious dinner
from pretend plates.

"Hey, I think we should have a baby. Do you want to have a baby?"

"Oh, yes, that sounds great!"

I made sure the curtains were closed, then she pulled her dress
up to her stomach and her panties down to her knees, and then she
lay back on the floor on a blanket we'd used as part of our
make-believe set-up.

"You've got put your penis in my vagina and give me baby goop,"
she said. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," I said. Following her lead, I just pulled
trousers and underpants down to my own knees. I lay down on her
and slid my husbandly erection into my wife's slick pussy.

"Now give me the goop," she said.

In under a minute, I convulsed and gave her lots of goop.

"Thank you!" she said as I slid off her. "Time to go to sleep!"
She went right on with the game. I pretended going to work the
next day and came home, had supper, and she said we had to keep
trying to make a baby. Once wasn't enough. So I gave her some
more goop. The part about actually starting a baby was
make-believe, but my cock shoving into her pussy, straining,
pumping, electric with pleasure, spurting semen -- that was all
very real.

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She got into a pattern of dropping her stuff in her own apartment
after school, coming to my place, taking 30 seconds in the
bedroom to get ready, and then inviting me for sex. I asked her
why she always started the afternoons that way, and she said she
wanted to be nice to me and wanted to make sure she never forgot.
Then we could do all the things she loved for the rest of the
day. That made sense. An organized girl.

I asked what she'd think of sitting on the kitchen counter, on
the very edge with legs wide apart and let me go at her standing
up. She liked that. She suggested it herself a week later.

I suggested we try girl-on-top position. She thought it was funny
trying all different ways before she got my cock tip inside and
figured the right angle to squat down onto me. She pressed down
harder than I would have dared, pushing my cock tight against the
top of her pussy. She said it hurt a little, but not too much and
she wanted to do it.

She then slid up and down on me. "Come on out, little spermies.
Come out for a swim in Allie's little spermy swimming pool!"

That made my male apparatus go into fertilization mode at once. I
shot millions of little spermies up into Allie's little sperm
swimming pool.

I trusted she was OK with all this sex, since she always
initiated it. But there were nagging doubts. This time she was
the one who had forced my thick, hard sperm injector up into her
tender if stretchy pussy, so I felt a little extra reassurance.

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"Let's not take off any clothes!" she said. "You just stick it
out through your fly..." She seated me in the middle of the sofa,
and I worked my stiff cock through the fly of my underpants and
trousers. She was wearing her yellow dress and white tights. She
lowered herself onto me, her dress shielding from view what was
happening. I wondered how this was going to work. But sure
enough, after a few seconds of holding my cock and lowering
herself, it went up into the hot, slick heaven between her legs.

"Ha! See?" she said, looking at the two of us, then turning to
right and left to look some more. "I'm just sitting on your lap.
No one would know!"

I didn't have a very deep penetration, but I felt a strong desire
to deliver. I held her butt off of me an inch and thrust up into
her twenty times before groaning and twitching, with immense
satisfaction.

"Ooooo, that felt really good, I could see!" she said, moving her
face in to rub noses with me.

"How... How did it get through the tights?" I said. I'd wondered
before, but my imperative was to wet her innards first, ask
questions later.

"There was a little rip. When I was putting them on this morning
I thought how if it was just a little bigger your thing could fit
through, so I ripped it just a little more. And I was naughty and
didn't wear any panties underneath!"

"It certainly was exciting. You're so creative. And I'll be
delighted to buy you more tights that don't have rips."

She beamed as she lifted herself off me. I stuffed my slick,
floppy cock back through my fly and zipped it up.

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We had just done an old-fashioned naked missionary-position
copulation on my bed. She sat up, crossed her legs and looked at
me.

"I love making you happy," she said. "But you wanna know how it
kinda seems to me?"

"Sure! How does it seem to you?"

"I've got this hole between my legs, down in the land of dirty
pee and poop. I'm not using it for anything else, so I don't
mind. But... you're a grown man, an adult, supposed to be all
mature. You've got a thing, like all boys and men do, but when
you see my little slit and think about that hole, your thing gets
huge and hard. It's so big it must be important, and you act like
it's the center of everything. It comes out of your underpants,
where you've got your own poop hole, and the thing is naughty
because it's for peeing usually. But then it gets big and hard,
and you wanna slide it into my hole and stretch it really big,
and go in and out, like it's the most important thing in the
world, and then even though you're toilet-trained, you have an
accident on purpose and shoot smelly, sticky stuff up into my
little hole. If a couple kids did anything like that you'd say we
were really naughty. What you do is really naughty, but you want
to do it more than anything. And... it's just strange! Weird!"

I smiled. "Yeah, when you put it like that it's pretty strange...
So should we stop?"

"No, it's OK. I mean I love making you happy, it's so easy. It's
kind of like if I had some friend and what she wanted me to do
more than anything was to hold her pinkie and squeeze it. So I'd
squeeze it for a minute and she'd act like we'd played some
amazing fun game. But I look at the hole when I'm alone, my
vagina, and it seems so ordinary. Just a hole. Nothing exciting
about it."

"But it does feel really good when you put the vibrator right
nearby, right?"

"Yeah, but that's different. It doesn't have to do with the
hole."

"It makes the hole get bigger and wet."

"Yeah, I know. I know that's what the hole is for, and that's
just weird too."

"Well, sex is kind of ridiculous if you think about it as two
bodies just deciding to do something together. Even adults think
that when they stop and think about it the ordinary way... And it
sure is nice of you to believe me when I say it's what I love
more than anything, and you're kind to suggest all those
different things we do."

"All different, but all the same too. It always ends with sperm
up in my vagina."

"True. We don't have to end that way if you don't want."

"But it's what you like best, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

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"We learned about sexual abuse in school today."

"Oh." I grew a little nervous.

"How your private parts are private and no one has the right to
touch you where bathing suits cover up. Or to show you their
private parts. Or show you pictures of other people's private
parts. That's one thing you haven't done, show me any pictures."

"Uh, sorry. You feel deprived?"

"No. They said I shouldn't let anyone make me keep a secret. And
always tell a parent or teacher or trusted grown-up."

"And..." I said, trying to be calm and patient.

"So, let's see, you're the grown-up I trust most." She smiled and
reached over to kiss me on the cheek. "Grown-up, there's this man
who shows me his private parts, and lets me show him mine, and
gets naked with me, and touches me between the legs. And he
sticks his big fat penis into my vagina and goes in and out and
in and out and piddles special naughty piddle inside me. Do you
think I'm being abused?"

"Hmmmmm. What do you think?"

"I don't think so, because it started when I snuck into his
bedroom and invaded his privacy, and then I kept asking how to
make him happy. He said no but I kept pestering him. And he does
wonderful things for me all the time. So I choose to do this
thing that he finds wonderful. My body. My choice."

"Oh, good," I said softly.

"They said grown-ups do things with each other's private parts
when they get married, but that we kids don't know enough to know
what it's all about, so we shouldn't."

"That's... that is the one thing I worry about sometimes."

She shrugged. "They didn't say there was anything wrong with a
man giving you a vibrator. And so I know what it is to feel
really good down there, and I know people want to make babies,
and you're a little bit off in the head so you want to try making
babies in me all the time. And I'm happy to offer you what you
like so much."

"Good."

"Hey, next time let's pretend I don't want to do it and you're
making me."

"Oh, well, OK. That's not something that would make me especially
happy."

"I think it would be fun!"

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We were naked on my bed. She had her legs closed tight and her
hands in front of her privates.

"Oh, not there!" she said brightly.

"Yes, your private parts. You've got to let me see your private
parts."

"No..." she whimpered.

I pulled her hands away. She didn't resist much but crossed her
legs tighter.

"Not there. It's private! Only a bad man would..."

I forced her legs apart. She resisted strongly but it didn't
really slow me down.

"My mommy always said to keep my private parts covered!"

"Ha ha, let me cover them for you!" I said, lying on her.

She laughed. "You're not supposed to make jokes! Bad men don't
make jokes!"

"Oh, OK. I've got to violate you, baby. Got to get into those
privates and be very bad."

"No," she whimpered, struggling.

I had both her wrists in my left hand, held up above her head and
pressed against the mattress. I had pinned her legs apart with my
knees, I had my full weight on her and aimed my cock with my
right hand. She struggled hard. I paused and looked at her. She
looked worried. "You sure? We can stop any time."

Her face relaxed and she said, "No, go on and stick it in."

I hesitated a bit longer.

"Really, go ahead!"

I stuck it in, held up my own weight but kept her hands pinned up
above her head. In all of twenty seconds I ejaculated, pumping
sperm up into Allie's girly part, the part of a girl custom-made
for making men ejaculate and and then holding the stuff inside.

I pulled out and lay on my back.

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just realized that you really could do it to
me even if I tried my hardest not to let you."

"Yeah, I guess. We men are strong. But you know I'd never do
that, right? I checked with you. Were you ever scared?"

"Just a little, just before you stopped and asked me."

"Well, I'm sorry about that. We shouldn't do that any more."

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"I got an idea," said Alison with a wicked little grin. "Whenever
you stick your penis in me, I'm going to eat an M&M. You put
something in me *you* really like, and I'll put something in me
that *I* really like. And then when I finish that one, I'll eat
another, and another, as long as you're poking it in and out of
me."

We had ice cream sometimes, I had allowed her some candy, but I
limited it. "Hmmm, OK."

"And then you better not take too long or I'll eat too much
candy."

She put a little pile of M&M's next to her on the bed. She had a
red one in her hand, and when she felt my tip slide into her
vagina, she slid it into her mouth. "Mmmmm, that's nice!" she
said.

I knew she didn't mean the surge of a big man penis into her
small if flexible little vagina. She chewed with her mouth open
and swallowed that one fast, then put a brown one and a yellow
one in at the same time. "Delicious!" she said. I pumped my cock
in and out vigorously. She then got two green ones and a red one
and put them in her mouth.

"Hey," I said, panting. "I thought you said... one at a time..."

"Yeah, so? You're poking in and out with your big, fat penis and
you're complaining about how many M&Ms I'm eating?"

"Yeah, well... I only have... one penis in you..."

She laughed at that. "But it's big... if I put M&Ms in my mouth
until it was as much as your thing..."

I didn't want to give my girl a tummy ache... so I pressed harder
and faster.

"Uh-oh, you're almost finished..." She grabbed five M&Ms and
stuffed them in her mouth. "Oh, that's so nice!" she murmured as
she chewed, chocolate and bits of bright candy casing mushed
together in her mouth visible when it was open. It was kind of
erotic in its own way.

"Oh, Alison!" I cried, pushing in tight and pulsing my seed into
her.

She reached for more M&Ms.

"Hey, I finished..." I said.

"Your thing is still inside me!"

"But you like me to keep it... there for a while, right?"

She considered. "Yeah, OK," she said. "Just these then..." She
put another four M&Ms in her mouth. "Hey, you know how a penis
and vagina together work like M&Ms?"

"No, how."

"They both make it so the gooey stuff comes out inside your body
instead of on the outside!"

I laughed. She was very clever. "I guess you're right about
that." I reached over and grabbed two M&Ms and put them in my
mouth.

Next time she slid the M&M into *my* mouth as my cock slid into
her. I do like M&Ms, but I'm afraid I didn't taste a thing, as
the pleasure from below drowned out anything from mere taste
buds.

She did the M&M thing a few more times, but then lost interest in
it.

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"I got a plan," she said. "You get naked and lie on the kitchen
floor and I'll impale myself on you."

"OK," I said. The linoleum was hard, but the discomfort would be
nothing compared to the pleasure.

She fondled my cock with one hand and squatted right over my
balls. Then I felt a flood of warm liquid and looked to see her
peeing!

"Allie!" I said with surprise. "What? Why?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "You've been peeing me over and
over again so I thought I'd pee you for once!"

Linoleum was waterproof. We were both naked, but still... "Well,
I'll expect you to clean this up! There are rags..." My erection
was rapidly fading.

She looked at me, pouting just a little.

I changed my tune completely. "I would be delighted to clean all
this up, Allie. And you can pee on me here whenever you want."

She smiled and kissed me, then got up. "I drank extra and made
sure not to pee when I got home so I'd have a whole bunch."

"Yeah, that's quite a bit!" I got a rag from under the sink and
sopped up the worst of it off me and both our feet, then said,
"Follow me." In the bathroom I soaked a washcloth with warm water
and carefully cleaned up Allie's privates, legs and feet, before
finishing cleaning myself.

"I'm gonna read," she said, returning to the living room while I
finished up in the kitchen.

For once she didn't invite me to ... relieve myself inside her
that day. But the next day she did, and we were back to the
usual.

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One day I said, "You know what would be great is if you could use
the vibrator at the same time I'm going in and out."

"How would that work?" she said. "It would get in the way."

"Well, from the rear..."

We tried setting up that way, but with one hand holding the
vibrator she only had one to hold herself up in front, and the
tripod wasn't so stable.

"OK, next idea... Turn on your side.... " I got behind her and
poked my hard cock up towards her. "Now you use the vibrator, and
when you're feeling ready, tell me and I'll slide it in."

"OK," she said, "That's sneaky." After just thirty seconds she
said, "OK, you can stick it in." I found her opening from the
rear and slid it in gently, then began an in and out.

"Hey, that's nice!" she said. "I kind of like the in and out when
it's like this!"

"Should I just go ahead and finish?" I said.

"Whatever you want... it feels so good I could do this forever!"

I thrust into my little girl from the rear, invading her, getting
myself in good and deep. And then I surged in and out
rhythmically, taking my time, treasuring each thrust and each
erotic wet embrace from her pussy.

"Well, maybe not forever", she said after ten minutes. I moved
into business mode, then I lunged up into her as I emptied my
balls inside her again. At the same time she gave a gasp and
squeak and then turned the vibrator off.

"That was the nicest ever," she said. "I could tell when you were
going to pee and I did it so I had my orgasm at the same moment."

"That's great," I said, keeping my cock up inside her.

We just lay like that for a few minutes, my arm over her, her
spooned in my arms. But then my cock got stiff again and I began
thrusting gently.

She turned over her shoulder and looked at me. "You think my
vagina is a toilet?"

"No, no, not at all!"

She broke into a smile. "That's what a vagina is for, I guess.
Being a toilet for boys."

"Not really."

"Well, I can never have a baby unless I let a boy pee in me like
you do."

"True," I said.

"So go ahead and pee. You do your business."

That was a crude way of putting it, but I couldn't really argue
with her. I did my business up inside my amazing, wonderful,
angelic little girl.

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The rhythmic intrusion of my penis at the same time she was
getting stimulated by the vibrator made her more interested than
usual.

The next day she led me right to the bedroom when she got in from
school. We did it twice from the rear on our sides. The first
time she used her vibrator to come when I did. The second time
she just sighed with contentment. Then she led me there again
after supper. We did the same combination.

After a few days she went back to just suggesting it once a day.
Just because something feels good doesn't mean you want to do it
all the time.

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She called me into the bedroom. She was lying on the bed, flat on
her back. The sheet was over all of her except where her pussy
was showing. She only had the sheet over one leg, but the
intention was clear enough.

"Oh, goodness," I said. "All I see is the most lovely set of
little girl parts in the whole world." She was just playing
around, but when none of the rest of the gorgeous little girl was
visible, it did accentuate the beauty and perfection of her
visible genitals. "I guess if someone left them sitting out here,
it must mean they'll be happy to gobble up my penis if I slide it
in. Let me open up to find the secret entrance... There it is...
Now time to go exploring in the cave..."

I pressed in, and as always her tissues gave way around me. She
pulled the sheet off her face, and I was amazed all over again at
just how gorgeous it was, her cheeks and nose and dimples and
smile and those big blue eyes. She mimicked a younger girl. "I
used my buzzy friend to get a big fat happy-happy, but it started
a fire way up inside my private hole, you know... If you peed out
a lot of special pee up there it would put it out."

That was an amazing thought. Five strokes later I did just as she
suggested, pumping a whole bunch of special goo into her upper
vagina.

"That way your penis is good for something at least," she said
with a smile. "Like you need a ladder to get a hose up high
enough to put out a fire on the top floor. So it's only your big
fat thing that can put the goop high enough to put out a fire way
up there." She pulled the sheet out from between us and tossed it
aside.

"Did you have a fire up inside?" I left my cock tight inside her.
"A pretend fire?"

"Sort of. Well, not really. Depends on the kind of pretend. It
didn't hurt. But I used the vibrator to get a big fat orgasm --
it was a really good one -- and afterward I did feel kind of
warm. I thought it would be a great idea to get your big fat
thing way up there and pumping out the goop."

"You mean I did you a favor this time?"

"No," she said. "Not really. Well, maybe a little. As long as you
really wanted to -- and you always really want to -- it sounded
good."

My cock had been shrinking but now it was growing inside of her
again.

"Better make sure the fire is really out?" I said hopefully.

"Yeah, OK," she said. She giggled, then spit on her hand and
wiped it across my brow. "To keep you cool."

I didn't mind in the least. While I was pumping in and out, she
had fun spitting on her fingers and decorating my chest and neck
and cheeks with girl spit. I made sure the fire was out. Service
with the volunteer fire department... so rewarding.

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She played hide and seek. There weren't too many good places to
hide in my small place. I'd find her in my bedroom closet, or the
hall closet, or behind the sofa. She hid naked and I hunted for
her naked, mostly with an erection ready to go as I knew what I
would be invited to do as soon as I found her.

Once was kind of special. In the bathroom I easily spotted a pair
of knees right at the edge of the tub, calves and toes pointed
out towards me, thighs disappearing up under the shower curtain.

"Oh my, oh my," I said. "That is so alluring. Oh, I hope I can...
just like that..."

I got down on my knees behind her, lifted the curtain as it made
a crinkly sound, exposing her cute little rear end. I spread the
lips, placed my tip right at her opening, and surged inside. Five
deep thrusts and I came, gasping and sighing.

"That was amazing!" I groaned.

As she emerged from behind the shower curtain, she said, "What's
'alluring' mean?"

"Very attractive. Appealing. Sexy."

"What you make me do just to learn more vocabulary." She gave a
mock sigh.

Another time I came in to find her half under the bed. She was on
her back, with her bottom half naked on the carpet. She was
making fake snoring sounds.

"Oh, dear. That certainly is an alluring, tantalizing little
pussy. Maybe I can make a little visit and do my business and she
won't wake up. She won't even know anything happened."

She had stopped her fake snoring but began again just as soon as
I stopped talking.

I spread her legs gently, spread her lips even more gently, and
eased my cock in. There was no way I could even pretend that
sliding my meat into her pussy was gentle. But I only went in an
inch, moved back and forth just a little, slowly, and after a
minute gasped and spurted, then pulled out. "There... she never
even noticed!" I said. "Hehehe." She still lay there, fake
snoring, so I tiptoed out, got dressed, and sat on the sofa,
pretending to read a magazine.

"Hey!" she said, a minute later, emerging naked. She stuck a
finger up inside herself and came out with some sexy goo that she
stuck under my nose. It smelled like sperm. "Someone put some
sperm in my vagina while I was sleeping. Do you have any idea who
that might have been?"

"Uh, no. Sorry. I haven't seen anyone," I said, all innocence.

She made a face and smeared her finger on my cheek, dug in for
another bit and smeared that on my other cheek.

She got dressed and snuggled against me.

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We had our first fight. I'd bought her a few pony riding lessons.
She wanted her own pony. I said it was too much responsibility.
But she really wanted it. I didn't claim I couldn't afford it,
because I could. But I was afraid she'd lose interest. When I
grew up, nine-year-old girls never had ponies. But she wanted her
own pony! She got so mad at me she went back to her apartment for
the afternoon.

When she came back the next day she said, "I don't feel like
doing sex today."

"I didn't think you would! Don't worry about it. Maybe we should
never do it again."

She sat silently at the table drawing. First she drew
unflattering pictures of me, like as a devil with horns and an
evil smile. Later she just drew. When I sat on the sofa to look
at a magazine, she hesitated several times but then she came and
sat beside me, and finally leaned her head against my shoulder.

I didn't give in and get her a pony, and eventually she got over
her disappointment. I did pay for a few more pony-riding lessons,
but she did grow tired of it.

But it was just a week after the fight that she said, "You said
maybe we should never do sex again."

"That's right. If you felt you needed to apologize for not doing
it... that means you felt it was an obligation, and that's no
good."

After a pause, she said, "But you'd still like it?"

"Maybe it's time to stop worrying about what I'd like."

After another pause, she said, "You'd still like it more than
anything."

I gulped and said nothing.

She broke into a big smile. "Course, you would... Let's go! I
miss seeing you happy."

She grabbed me by the hand and tugged me into the bedroom.

I was eager to get into her little pussy and deliver. I guess I'm
an animal. A week of celibacy and the prospect that maybe she'd
never offer herself to me again made it all the sweeter when she
did. She warmed herself up briefly with the vibrator, then turned
it off and lay on her back and invited me to mount her. I slid my
cock in easily. A little bit of me was prepared for her to tell
me to promise her a pony as the price of letting me finish. I had
to be ready to pull out. But she didn't. She never used sex as a
weapon.

I groaned, I pulsed a big load of sperm into her little vagina, I
felt the ecstasy of consummation, and I was happy.

"Nice piece of chocolate cake?"

"Two cakes."

"I love feeding you cake. It's so easy."

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Chapter 5

From Alison's father's hints to me from time to time, it became
clear her mother wasn't going to come back. She was in prison for
a long time.

Then Alison's father got a girlfriend. Alison didn't like her.
That didn't change things too much at first, but then she moved
in, and told Alison she'd be her new mother. So she wouldn't have
to spend time with the guy next door, she'd have a woman's touch
the way a girl should.

She still got to spend an hour at my place if she wanted. Alison
was angry when she was with me about how much she had to do with
her father's girlfriend, and I told her to make the best of it --
we'd had our good times and loved each other and nothing would
ever take that away.

Mostly we spent the hour talking -- or mostly her talking and me
listening.

But the third day, she led me back into the bedroom because she
wanted to see me get happy again, and I did -- it was part of our
precious hour together, and it took just over ten minutes.

I said we'd need a new routine now. We couldn't afford to have
sperm leaking out onto her panties, with a woman who might look
at the laundry and notice. So she used her finger to fish my goop
out of her, then I finished off with my longer finger. She
realized she might just as well skip using hers and let me use
mine, and she knew I loved doing it. We also washed her up
thoroughly between the legs.

After a month I started hearing fights in the evening again.
Alison hated it, but she confirmed that no one was hitting her. A
few weeks later the girlfriend left, and we went back to our old
ways.

She invited me to poke her pussy and squirt every day or two. She
admitted I kept my word and once she let me do that I didn't ask
to do anything else. Some guys might have begged for oral or
anal, but not me. I had my little girl's pussy, and that's all I
ever wanted -- though I wanted it over and over and over again.
She was a kind, giving little girl. She wanted me to be happy.
And when she found out how I really most wanted to be happy, she
wanted to do that for me -- over and over and over again.

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When she turned ten, I could see her nipples changing, and the
finest hint of hair down below. When she brought it up, I said it
was perfectly normal, and her body was doing just what a girl's
body should do.

Sometimes she wanted the vibrator the whole time so she could
feel good when I did. Other times she just wanted to see my face
when I got super-happy.

I started noticing a bit of ambivalence during sex. A troubled
look started showing through from time to time, between her happy
smiles.

I mentioned it. She denied anything was wrong. It was tempting to
pretend nothing was wrong, but I mentioned it again. She denied
it again.

"Alison, sex is a special thing. When you get to be a big girl,
your feelings start changing about it."

"But that means I should want to get your penis poking in me
more, not less, right?"

"Ah. But the other thing that changing is you start caring a lot
whose penis is poking into you. You think about boys you like,
maybe. And the kind old man next door just won't do it. We
shouldn't do it any more."

We explored the subject more. She confided there was a boy at
school...

"Three more times," she said. "That way you can get used to not
getting to do it any more."

Maybe I should have argued with her about that, but I didn't. She
was such a loving, considerate girl! The troubled expression went
away during those last three times, and I savored them, trying to
memorize every moment, every sensation, every glance.

My last load was delivered deep in her vagina, ecstasy tinged
with sadness. I kept my cock in as long as it would stay, but
then it was time to withdraw.

"You can still eat chocolate cake alone in your bedroom and think
of me," she said.

"Maybe I could, but I'll never mention it to you again."

She considered. "Yeah, maybe that's better. And... I want the
vibrator."

She smiled and so did I. "Of course, it's yours now. For keeps."

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She started doing things more with friends, though she always
went to their house and never invited them over to hers. She had
less need for a loving father figure. She was naturally trying
out her independence more and more.

She was too big for snuggling, but we sat at opposite ends of the
sofa.

It had been nearly a year. I brought up a delicate subject. "You
remember what we used to do?"

"Huh?" she said, all innocence. "Like reading me stories?
Make-believe with animals? Stuff like that?"

I nodded. "Yes, all that, but, um..."

She smiled. "Course I remember."

"I told you way back when that if you told anyone about it then
you could never spend time with me again. Now you probably could
do just fine without ever spending time with me again. You don't
need a friendly man next door. You know how everyone would hate
what we did... You can tell if you want, you know. I have no
right to stop you."

"It would be so embarrassing, they would ask me questions and
tell me how horrible you were."

"Well, if you decide I'm horrible, then you should be able to
tell people that. You shouldn't have to keep any secrets."

"You told me everything exactly right. I knew just what I was
doing, and I chose to do it, and I'm glad I did. Not that I want
to do it any more..."

"Of course not..."

"And I realized, if you don't like women... at some point you
wouldn't want to do it with me any more, right? As I look more
like a woman?"

"You're right," I said with a smile. "It's come to a natural end
for both of us." She was actually still terribly sexy for me, but
she had the principle right.

"Oh, good... but that still leaves you alone and sad," she said.

Still such a caring girl! "Well, that's just my lot in life. I
was delighted to be the friendly grown-up next door, and that
would have been plenty. The fact that you really, truly wanted to
make me happy -- that was a miracle while it lasted. And it's a
miracle just to remember it."

"Yeah, it was nice," she said. "And I knew I never had to do it
at all, and I could stop any time."

"Good."

"But I also knew my body had the power to make you really happy,
and that was nice."

"Good."

After a brief pause, she said, "That's still so funny, I was
hiding in the closet, and I thought you called my name out
because you knew I was there!"

I smiled. "Yeah." There was a silence.

I said, "I know you say you don't mind what we did. But if later,
you changed your mind... If you started feeling I'd mistreated
you. Maybe it's selfish of me, but, I don't know.. it would be
nice to know where I stand. What if you do start to hate me?"

"Why wouldn't I tell on you, let me count the ways," she said.
"You're a good man. I'd never want you to suffer. I violated your
privacy and that's the only reason I found out about your unusual
attraction. You told me exactly what was going on. You
discouraged me. You never once initiated anything. I knew I could
stop any time. When it started bothering me, you're the one who
saw it before I did and we stopped. What kind of girl would tell
on a man like that?"

I hesitated. "One who thinks pedophiles are evil."

"They will never convince me of that. Never. Your secret is safe
with me."

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In her freshman year in high school, Alison's father got a job a
thousand miles away, and they moved. We talked on the phone. She
got a new stepmother for real. I helped her get used to the
situation and find a new sort of peace with her. When she got to
college she called less. She answered every letter I sent
promptly. But I found myself writing less. She had her life. I
had my own life -- a pedophile's lonely life, with memories of a
golden age that few pedophiles have ever known.

I decided not to go to her wedding, but I sent her a gift. The
night before she got married, she wrote, "I want you to know that
every good thing I am today I owe to you. You saved me when my
parents let me down. I'll be forever grateful. That other stuff
-- that was fine too, I've never felt a moment's regret. I'm
proud of what I could do for you."

Now we exchange Christmas cards once a year.

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Repeat of author's note: Adult-child sexual activity in real life
is always wrong. Don't do it.

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