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 I've Got Ants In My Pants!

   (C) copywrite Tanya Writer 2020

   A boy tries to get the ants out of the little girl next door's pants and
in turn gets into them himself.  (b/g)

   This is a work of fiction for adults only.  The characters and their
actions are fiction and none of this has ever happened.  The author does
not condone or endorse any illegal activities written of in the story. 
This just a story, do not do this at home.  If you are under the age of
majority in your state or country please go somewhere else this story is
not for you.



   I've Got Ants In My Pants!

   Looking around, Marty was really pleased with his neighborhood.  It was
a relatively new housing development.  The developers had felled enough
trees to get the equipment in and for the pads the houses would be built on
and left the rest of the trees as they were.  It did however make a mess in
some of the yards with felled trees and branches lying around all over the
place.

   Marty's mom and dad had bought the house a few years after it was built.
At the start of the summer Marty was told by his dad to get rid of the
rotting fallen down trees before they attracted termites.  He had all
summer to do it, but he wanted it done by the time school started in the
fall.  Marty, who had a muscular but lanky frame without a spare ounce, had
a chain saw and a big dumpster at his disposal.  He was working in the
front yard near the board fence that walled off the back yard.  He
disturbed a colony of ants while working around the half-buried trees.  He
had his long pants on and work boots, with work gloves, so, although he
noticed them, they didn't bother him much.

   As he worked on a dead tree, he attracted an audience of one.  It was
Tracy, the six-year-old from girl next door.  Marty knew her because he and
her dad played war games together.  Her dad, Derrick, was especially fond
of playing the game "Dogfight." Marty was pretty good at it for being only
12 and playing against a man three times his age.

   Tracy stood there in her little sandals, tight little shirt and baggy
shorts watching him.  Her light brown hair looped down to her shoulders. 
She fixed her light brown eyes on the young man she thought was very cute
and asked, "What ya doing?"

   "I'm getting rid of this old dead tree."

   "Why?"

   "Because it's dead." Marty said with a glance over to her as he worked.

   "How'd it die?"

   "I don't know, it's been dead some time."

   "Then why do you have to get rid of it?"

   "Because it will attract insects."

   "What kind of insects?"

   "The Bad kind."

   "What'll they do?" Tracy asked as she was walking around watching Marty.

   "They eat the wood."

   "If they eat the wood then you don't have to take the tree out."

   "I have to because once the eat the tree then they will start to eat the
wood in our house."

   "Oh, I guess that is bad," Tracy said as she parked herself on a log a
little away from where Marty was working.  She sat quietly watching.  He
was busy, and it took a while before he looked and saw where she was.

   "You know you have to be careful where you sit!  There's a colony of
ants over there."

   Tracy looked down and saw there were ants crawling on her legs.  They
were the small black kind.  They could bite but at least it wasn't the
bigger more vicious red ants on her.

   She got up and danced around trying to get them off.  "Ooh!  I got ants
on me!" Marty came over, taking off his work gloves he began to brush them
off her legs.  There were a lot of them, it was surprising that she didn't
feel them crawling on her until Marty said something about them.

   He saw a couple of them go up under her shorts.  He took a quick look
around, saw no one on the street, but it wouldn't be good if he was seen
pulling down her shorts to get the ants out.  "Quick!  Come here," he said
as he hustled her through the nearby gate into the back yard.  Now behind
the fence he told her, "I saw some ants go up into your pants."

   "Get 'em out!" Tracy shrieked as she started her dance again hoping to
get the ants off.

   "I'm gonna pull down your shorts to get them out." With that he lowered
her pants.  He brushed away the couple of ants that had made it that high.
Being as Marty was only 12 and having never seen a girl's underpants live
and in person before while someone was in them, outside of his little
sisters, who were younger than Tracy.  He had an idea.  "A couple went into
your underwear," he said.

   "Get them out, too!" Tracy said distressed.

   "OK but I have to pull down your underpants." Not waiting for a reply,
he grabbed the side of them and pulled them down to her knees.  He got his
first look of a live girl's personal spaces.  She looked like a fat peach
made of flesh that was split down the middle.  It stood out above and away
from the lower part of her abdomen.  Immediately, his newly matured cock
sprang to attention, causing an uncomfortable pinch in his crotch.  He
casually, he hoped, readjusted his clothing, allowing his stiff-stander
more comfort.  Then he returned to what was so tantalizing close to his
face.

   Wanting to do more the just look, he reached up and pretended to take a
couple of ants off her labia.  It was his chance to cop a feel off her,
there.  He thought of something he had seen on the internet while surfing
porn sites late at night.  Thanks to his viewing, he understood the basic
structure of a girl's pussy: two sets of lips and the bump of a clitoris.
"Oh, one of them bit you!  I saw it.  Does it hurt?"

   "Where did it bite me?  I didn't feel anything," the girl told him.

   "Right here," he said running his finger over a spot on her lips.

   "On my pushy?" she asked.

   It took Marty a couple of seconds to understand what she had said. 
"Yeah right here on your 'pushy.' If you didn't feel it before you will in
a minute.  But I know something that I can do so it doesn't hurt, and you
won't get the bite mark they leave."

   "Hurry up before it hurts!" Tracy cried.

   Marty got down on his knees he took her little butt cheeks in his hands
then placed his face right up to her pussy.  He took a quick breath in and
found it didn't smell bad.  Then he reached out his tongue.  He licked her
from the bottom of her labia up to the top.  She gave a little jump with
the contact, but he wouldn't let her pull away.  She didn't taste bad
either, in fact what little taste she did have was good.

   He ran his tongue up and down her fat outer lips, up one side and down
the other, then back again.  Each time that he reached the top of her slit
she gave a little jump.  He pulled her muffin into his face but after a
minute of doing this he could feel that he didn't have to hold her or pull
her to him.  She was pushing against him.  Marty was surprised, he didn't
think she would be into doing this.  He started to snake his tongue in the
small split between the lips.  When he did that, he got a wiggle of her
hips and a couple of soft sighs from her.  He continued to `work' on her.
He slowly took his thumbs and pulled open her lips.  He could see a small
tip of what looked like a penis.  He touched with a finger and Tracy gave a
coo of pleasure.  He tried again with his tongue and he was rewarded with a
soft moan.  He flicked his tongue on it, he got an even bigger coo.

   Marty looked up, Tracy had her eyes closed and a look of bliss on her
face.  She must like this, he thought.  Upon a second's worth of
reflection, he did too.  He knew much more about blow jobs then he had
heard about eating pussy, but if eating pussy was this good, well then blow
jobs must totally be out of this world.  Whether he could get Tracy to give
him one was depended on how good a job he did eating her pussy, he figured.

   He redoubled his efforts, and he began to run his tongue back up and
down her fat little lips.  He pulled back a second and took a look at them
again.  They looked like they had swollen up, and they had a slight pink
tinge to them.  If Tracy was that happy with what he was doing, Marty
wasn't going to worry about things, he was having too much fun.  The more
he did it, the more he liked doing it.  He used his thumbs to pry open the
small lips she had down there, he could see into the tiny hole she had
between them.  He realized he was looking right into her pussy!  Wow!  How
cool was that?

   He put his tongue up there and gave it a little wiggle.  That caused
Tracy to push her hips against his face, then grind it a bit.  Marty looked
up at her eyes which were still closed.  She sure looked like one happy
camper!

   He went back to licking on her nether lips and occasionally put his
eager young tongue in at the little hole.  As he did, he could taste
something, warm, sweet and liquid.  He pulled back a second to look, he was
hoping it wasn't pee.  It was clear and it didn't smell like pee.  It had a
kind of sugariness, but Marty couldn't really place it.  He had never
tasted something like this before.

   He opened her lips up a little wider.  He could see her hole better and
he could see another smaller one above it.  He figured that was where her
pee would come from.  But the clear liquid was coming from lower, from her
pussy hole.  Since it can't be pee and it tasted good, he began to lick up
more of it.  Tracy began to move her hips up and down against his face. 
His tongue brushed up against her clit.  He had forgotten all about it. 
So, he moved up and began to lick it again.  But he noticed something
different about it.  It wasn't so small like before.  It seemed to have
grown!  How could that be, he wondered?  He paid a little more attention to
it, by giving it little kisses and flicking his tongue against it.  Doing
that only seemed to make her produce more of that liquid from her pussy. 
It drew him like a moth to a flame!  He just had to have more of that
elixir of pussy!  It was addictive.

   While he was licking up her delicious pussy cream her little clitoris
was seeking out attention by extending its blushing head out.  When he
seemed to have all her juices from around the lips, he went back to her
clit.  Again, it seemed bigger than even before.  He was able to suck on it
as thought it was a tiny dick.  As he did, her faced turned a bright shade
of red and her knees started to buckle.  His hands that before were on her
pussy opening, were now needed just to support her.  He had a hand where
each leg joined her hips holding her up like she was melting going to make
a puddle on the ground.

   In a couple of seconds Tracy seemed to come to herself.  She stood up
straight and the redness in her face drained away.  She looked down on
Marty who still had his head between her legs.  "That was really good!  It
doesn't hurt from the bites.  Are you sure the ant bits are gone?"

   "Yeah, I don't think you'll see any there." Then he looked up at her,
"Did you like that, what I did for you?"

   "Oh yeah that was super!" the girl said dreamingly, rubbing her crotch.

   "Just don't tell anyone, or you might get in trouble for getting ants in
your pants."

   "Oh!  I won't!  I don't want to get in trouble!  But I wish you could do
that some more," Tracy said.

   "We can't do that now," Marty said then planted a kiss on her fat pussy
lips, "But if you want to do that again, wait until can get me alone and
tell me that 'you've got ants in your pants,' and we'll see if we can do it
again," he said with a smile.  He didn't know if she would want this again,
but what the hey!  If it gets him a little more pussy, why turn it down?

   It was a little awkward for Marty when he went over to play games with
Tracy's dad Derrick later that day.  They had a standing time set aside on
Tuesday evenings when Marty would come over to play games.  Marty used to
enjoy playing but now he was a bit nervous having to face her dad after
what they had done.  But the game went off without a problem.  He did see
Tracy a bit, but she spent a good deal of time playing in her room or when
Penny her mother was getting ready for bed.  Nothing was said about ants or
anything else by anyone.

   About ten days after their first encounter Marty was out shooting
baskets in his front yard.  Tracy came out her front door, she saw him,
then looked around.  She headed over towards him.  "Hi Marty," she said
sweetly to him.

   He looked over at her, "Hey Tracy how's it going?"

   She took a couple of steps closer to him and said, "I've got ants in my
pants."

   Marty looked at her and she had a shy little smile looking up at him. 
He glanced around, then replied, in a quiet voice, "You do, do you?  I
guess we'll have to do something about that!"

   "Yeah, can you?" Tracy asked anxiously.

   "You know the fence on the other side of the garage over there," he said
nodding in that direction, "Just go over there and wait." Marty shot a
couple of more baskets after Tracy had walked over there.  He took his ball
and went in.  Once inside he found a few big beach towels.  He headed out
the back door and walked around over to the other side of garage to the
fence.  He pushed aside a loose board, then softly called out to Tracy. 
She came over and held it aside, then he had her step through the opening
he had made.  He replaced the board and led her into the back yard.  There
were still a lot of trees from the woodlands, there was also a big bush
that spread out and was full of leaves, so much so you wouldn't be able to
see through it from the house.  The rest of the yard had that six-foot-tall
board fence around it making it difficult to see into the Dysart's
backyard.

   Marty spread the towels down on the ground.  He looked up at Tracy from
his knees, "You sure you got ants in your pants?" Marty asked noting that
she was wearing long pants.

   "You told me to say that, if I want you to lick my pushy again," Tracy
said a bit mystified why Marty would question her on that.

   "Yeah just wanted to be sure that's what you wanted.  Come here," he
said pointing to a place on the towels.  Tracy complied; and Marty told her
"Lay down." Again, the girl did as she was told.  "Pick up your butt,
please so I can get you ready." Once more she did as she was told.  Marty
got down next to her and pulled her pants and panties off in one long tug
getting them over her shoes.

   He laid down beside her and began to softly stroke her upper thighs. 
She get out a giggle, "That tickles."

   He shushed her, and said in a quiet but urgent voice, "You've got to be
quiet!  No one can see us but if you're loud they can hear you and then
they'll come looking for us.  There can be a lot of trouble for both of us
but especially me.  So, you can't tell anyone we do this.  Do you promise?"

   "Yes, I promise," Tracy solemnly told him.

   Marty's cock was standing straight as he gazed upon the girl's
nakedness. He smiled at her then ran his fingertips along her upper thighs
before he reached her 'pushy'.  He gently ran his fingers over it.  She
seemed to squirm a little but there was a big smile on her face.  He traced
all around her personal space.  He noted that the skin tint had gone from
very white to a having a slight blush of pink to it.  He got between her
legs and began to kiss her thighs and let his kisses travel up to her
nether region.  As he began to plant smooches on her little lips, there was
a bit of wetness.  He switched from kisses to licks, he was rewarded with
little coos from her, but also more wetness, which was clearly coming from
her pussy.  It was the stuff he tasted before and really, really liked!

   His tongue traveled up and down the outside of her lips.  She giggled
again more softly while she rotated her hips.  As he began to really lick,
he spread her outer lips and went inside with his tongue.  He get more of
her pussy cream.  He licked it, enjoying it to the delight of both.

   He looked up to the top of her pussy split where he could see her clit.
It was a small bump, but it was standing up eagerly.  The whole thing with
its hood looked like a mini penis.  Marty was not one for sucking a dick,
but this one on a girl was different, and he was all in for sucking this
one.  He flicked his tongue over it several times.  He got more wiggling of
her hips and little meows from her throat.  He used his tongue in a
circular motion over it a couple of minutes.  Finally, he took the whole
thing into his mouth and began to suck on it.  While he sucked, he was
using his tongue to rub it.  He did that for a couple of minutes.  She was
now bucking her hips so much that Marty had to hold of them to be able to
stay in the saddle.

   He pulled back a minute because he wanted to lick up the pussy nectar
she was making.  He moved down and was lapping it up like a starving
kitten. He looked back up at her clit.  Damn!  It was no longer just
sticking up.  It was sticking out!  It looked like a mini cock!  He could
see the head, it looked a bit like his cock, when he had pulled back the
foreskin.  Her not so little clit looked the same way with the hood that
was normally over it was like pulled back and the clit stuck out from it.
It must have stuck out a quarter an inch from the hood.  Marty reached down
under his waist band and gave his sorely neglected cock a little rub.

   After Marty had sopped up what she had leaked out, and it was plenty, he
went back to her clit.  He ran his tongue over the head.  It seemed to
drive Tracy wilder.  She was bucking her hips and little grunts and groans
were escaping her lips.

   He went back to sucking on her clit like a popsicle.  As he did, she
thrust her hips up to his face, as though she was trying to get her clit in
his mouth more.  He sucked on it while flicking it with his tongue.  She
reached down and grabbed his head.  At the same time, she pushed her hip up
at him arching her back.  She had a tight hold on him, and her hips were
mashed right tight against him.

   Her face was a deep shade of red it was almost like she was holding her
breath.  She was thrusting her hips up at him.

   Then she fell back and began to breathe and taking big gulps like she
was trying to catch her breath after running a long race.  Her face began
to return to its normal color.  Her pussy hole was drenched.  Marty began
to lick it up without being too aggressive.

   He realized that she'd had a cum and a big one at that.  He didn't know
six-year-old girls could cum, certainly not that hard.  Damn that was sexy
he thought, but while it was good for her, but what about him.  Maybe if
she could cum maybe she could fuck too.

   When Marty took off his pants, his boner wasn't so big about three and
half inches long and three quarters of an inch across.  He had only a few
hairs around the base of his cock.  It had been a few months before when he
started to make sperm.  (He found that out when he woke one morning to find
his PJ bottoms wet with the stick white stuff.  Since that he had been
cumming every time he jacked off, which was now three times a week.) He got
over top of Tracy.  As he did, she asked, "What are you doing?"

   "I'm goin' to do sex with you," he said, thinking he shouldn't say the
"F" word with her.  He spread her legs and doubled up her knees, so she was
in the position, he lowered himself.  He couldn't put all his weight on the
girl, but he did need to guide his prick into her hole.  She still had some
of her wetness around, but he had a hard time getting into the right spot.

   When he finally got the right spot and started to push in, Tracy pulled
back, "Ow!  That hurts," she said.  Marty realized it was too good to be
true, she was too small to get his cock into her.  But he still wanted to
cum really badly.  It was only fair.  Since he made her cum that she should
do the same for him.

   "Okay we'll do something different." He got off her, laying down beside
her, he told her "I want you to take and put this in your mouth."

   Tracy looked at his pecker, "I'm not putting that in my mouth, that's
your pee thing."

   "Yeah but I licked yours," he protested.

   "You wanted to lick my pushy, but I don't want to lick yours," she said
defiantly.

   "OK, but we have to do something," Marty said.  To any boy's way of
thinking his cum had to go inside her somewhere for him to get off.  "OK
come over here like this," he got her in a position so that his dick was
pointed at the entrance to her pussy, but he didn't penetrate her.  "I want
you to use your hand," he said as he took her hand and wrapped it around
his prick.  "I want you to move like this," he used her hand to jack
himself off.  After a couple of minutes of guiding her hand he took his
hand away.  When he did, she stopped.  "No, you gotta keep doing it, I'll
tell you when to stop." Tracy resumed her hand job.  It didn't take her too
much longer before she rewarded Marty with his cum with what felt like a
quart of man juice throbbing through his grateful cock.  His cock was
pushed right up against her vaginal entrance.  His cum shot out of him and
right into her little hole, blast after blast.  Well he got it in her,
that's what he was supposed to do, so that was going to have to be good
enough.  Not only did he cum into a girl, but the best part of the jackoff
was that he didn't have to do it.  He got off and someone else did it for
him.

   Marty realized that they had been there for some time, and that she
might be missed.  So, he wiped the both of them off and got their clothes
back on.  He looked around the bush, there was no one looking in the
backyard or from windows facing it.  He got her up and together they ran to
the fence.  Again, Marty checked to see that the coast was clear.  As he
did, he turned to Tracy, "Did you like that?"

   "Yeah when you lick my pushy it feels really good, like there are
butterflies in it and they are all flying around."

   "Do you want to do this more?"

   "Yeah!  You bet!" was the enthusiastic answer, "But I don't want you to
put your pee pee in my mouth, OK?"

   "OK I won't, but you have to remember not to tell anyone.  You know what
to say the next time you want to do this, right?"

   "I tell you 'I have ants in my pants'."

   "That's right, good girl." There was no one to see her emerge through
the fence, he moved the board aside and she slipped through the hole it
created, and she ran away.  Marty fixed the fence, so nothing looked amiss.
He went back to the little love nest he had created and found a place he
could hang the towels out so they would dry and loose the smell of their
sex.

   Marty decided that even though he didn't fuck her or her even sucking
him off, her giving him a hand job and letting him cum into her pussy was
good enough.  At least he didn't have to beat off to cum, and his jizz did
go where it was supposed to.  So as a result, he spent more time outside.
When he wasn't working on the trees, he was shooting hoops in the driveway.
He didn't need to go and see his friends, because he never knew when Tracy
might be in the mood for more sex.

   It didn't take long before Tracy came back, only three days.  And what
do ya know, she had those ants in her pants again!  She told Marty and
walked away to wait by the loose board.  Marty went around back and met
her, helping her through the fence and together they went behind the bush.
While Marty got the towels laid out, Tracy took off her pants, revealing
that she wore nothing under them.  When she laid down and spread her legs
for Marty, she was already getting a little wet.

   Marty did what he did before and as he played with her, he said, "If you
ever want to do this yourself you can just use your fingers like this." He
took her hand in his and he guided her fingers around her pussy and
especially around her clit.  Though she was doing it herself, albeit under
his direction, he was getting excited.  Her little clit was starting to
poke through the split halves of her delicious little peach.  The more she
did it the bigger her clit was getting.  Also, she was producing her pussy
juice.  Marty couldn't let that go to waste.  He got down and began to lick
her concentrating on the juices flowing from her love hole.  He also
reached up and replaced her fingers with his as he began to diddle her not
so little clit.  He could now take it between his thumb and index finger
and jack it off like he would his hard prick.

   Once her got her more or less cleaned up from her leaking cream he moved
up with his mouth and began a blowjob on her clit.  Her reaction to that
was to grab his head and force it to her groin.  Marty licked and sucked
like it was going out of style, and he had to have the last of it.

   Then Tracy began to buck her hips she was letting out what sound like
strangled cries.  But she held him tight while she arched her back forcing
her pussy into his face.  He could tell she was holding her breath, and it
seemed like a long time, but it was really more like 20 seconds.  Then she
collapsed.  Marty could see that she a large amount of her love juice all
around her honey box.  He bowed his head to lick it up, as he did, Tracy
started again, she grabbed his head and arched her back.  He could feel her
body trembling.  As she bucked her hips again, he could look up her body
and she was thrashing her head from side to side making her little brown
pigtails fly across her face.  It was another 20 seconds before she relaxed
again; releasing his head and taking the arch out of her back.  Her face
was as red as a beet, and she looked to be short of breath again.

   OMG!  Marty thought, did she just have two cums in a row?  How can a
girl do that?  I gets one and he starts to wilt, there is no way that he
could do two in a row like that, could she?  "Are you Okay Tracy?" he
asked.

   "Oh Marty!  I was feeling the butterflies!  They were going everywhere
and just when they started to land, they started flying again.  They were
flying higher and higher; they were taking me with them, and I thought I
would never land.  That was the bestest feeling ever."

   "I'm glad it was so good for you, would do it for me?"

   "Okay but I said I'm not taking your pee pee in my mouth, that's where
you pee from, I seen Jerry do it."

   "You saw Jerry peeing?"

   "Yeah when Mom was changing his diaper, she didn't put a cloth over his
pee pee, and he went all over the place like a little fountain.  I thought
it was funny, but Mommy didn't think so."

   "Do you watch your Mom change your little brother very often?"

   "No, only sometimes when she is doing it when I go to ask her for
something."

   "Are you afraid that I will pee in your mouth?"

   "No, but I'm not taking chances, Jerry didn't do it on purpose, and I
don't think you would either, but you did have stuff come out of you, I saw
it."

   "But what you saw was white wasn't it?"

   "Yeah, but it still came out of your pee pee."

   "I lick you on your 'pushy' isn't that where you pee?"

   "Yeah but I don't pee when you do it.  Besides you want to do it.  I
never asked you to do it, you wanted to."

   "I guess you're right about that, but still I need to get my butterflies
too, will you help me?"

   "Okay," Tracy said with a smile.  Marty moved her into the position they
were in the last time.  He reached down her hand and began to jack him off.
Just to be nice to her while she did it, he rubbed her clit a bit.  When he
was getting to her too much her hand would slow down, and she would lose
focus.  When that happened Marty had to back off.  Then she would resume
her work.  Marty made sure his piss hole was lined up right with the little
hole into her pussy.  When she got him off, he was shooting his ropes of
white baby cream right into her sugar chamber.  He was rewarded with the
sight of her bare little pussy covered in his white cream.  He sat back
with a sigh.

   Both having gotten their cums they started cleaning up and redressing.
Marty peered around the bush, then they took off on a run for the fence. 
Marty got her through the hole and then went back in the house, leaving
Tracy to make her way back home.

   Marty was working on getting the yard cleaned up.  Tracy would know when
he was out, she could hear the buzz of the chain saw and knew at that point
to stay away.  But shortly it would quit, then replaced by the thumping of
logs being put into the dumpster.  When the thumping quit Tracy knew it was
time.  She would wait a little while for Marty to get everything put away,
then she would come out and smile at Marty then walk to the other side of
the garage.  Marty would go in the front door of the house but was quickly
out the back and around to the fence where Tracy would be waiting.  Once
through the fence, she couldn't run fast enough to where their little love
nest would be.

   While Marty spread the towels, Tracy took her pants off.  She laid on
her back with her legs open signaling to her lover that she was ready. 
When Marty would get down there, she didn't want the foreplay of his finger
she wanted his lips and tongue on her ripe and ready pushy.  The girl was
ready, making her cunt juice and her little clit would be poking out from
between her outer lips.

   Marty would get down to business, licking up her little girl nectar and
flicking his tongue on her mini dick (or at least that is what it looked
like to Marty).  That clit stood out from her more and more it seemed to
him.  He hadn't measured it, but his best guess was that her clit stood out
3/4th of an inch.  Marty had never heard of a thing and in all the porn he
watched he had never seen such a thing.  But seen it or not, it was true
because it was there plain as the nose on his face.

   Marty would do like he always did, but it seemed that the more times
they did it, the more she reacted to it.  About the fifth time, Tracy got
her butterflies, and not just once, this time they came and after only a
brief pause, they came again.  Just when Marty thought it was over, she was
going again.  He couldn't believe it, she had cum like four times in a row,
with hardly a break between them.  Her clit was like a little rock sticking
out there above the flood of juices that flowed from her hole.  By the time
she was done, his tongue was ready to go on strike from having to work so
much overtime.

   It still felt weird to go over and play war games with Derrick like
nothing was happening.  Yet he was having sex with his young daughter two
or three times a week.  It was she who was seeking him out.  It was like
she was addicted to sex.  She couldn't wait to get her little panties down.
Her tiny pussy was wet each time and Marty would swear that each time they
did it she would get wetter than the time before.  If that wasn't enough,
her clit seemed to be growing.  Maybe it was all in his mind, but one thing
was for sure she was cumming now up to four times in a row, each time.  How
could she do that Marty thought?  Nonetheless, his cock was enjoying her
hand, and it seemed as if it were growing longer and fatter.  Also, the
pleasurable amount of his come seemed to increase week after week.  Tracy's
innocent pushy was bathed in a white coat from his balls every time.

   A week before school was to start back Marty had the yard mostly clear
of the dead trees.  There were still the living ones there, but they partly
hid the house from the street and provided shade, so the house stayed
cooler in the summer.  If they were to come down it would have to be by
professionals so that they don't take out the house.  Marty didn't have to
worry about them.

   It was shortly before bedtime for Tracy, her mom sent her in to take her
bath while she got the baby ready to put down.  Tracy thought she had some
time to herself.  Marty had been working hard to get the yard cleared, so
he didn't have as much time for her as she wanted.  She began to touch
herself.  She began to get into it as she felt that she wasn't that far
away from getting the butterflies.  Her hand eagerly went to her pushy and
started making the circles she had learned from Marty.

   Tracy tried to be quiet.  But it did make a lot of noise with the water
splashing all over the place.  It hadn't got out of the tub but was because
the water level was low enough not to splash out.  Penny heard that water
sloshing around and expected the floor to be all wet.  She burst in the
door, only to find Tracy laying back in the tub her eyes closed, furiously
masturbating.

   "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Penny roared.  Which was a
funny thing for her to say because she knew damn well what Tracy was doing.

   She rushed over to the little girl and reaching down to the surprised
girl, roughly grabbed her arm yanking her up.  She demanded in a rough and
loud voice, "Where did you lean to do that?" Tears began to form in Tracy's
eyes.  Penny was demanding an answer, "I asked you, who taught you to do
that?"

   Between sobs Tracy said, "I can't tell you, `cause we'll be in trouble."

   "You already are in trouble and if you don't tell me right now, you're
going to be in a lot more." Penny pulled on her arm dragging her out of the
tub.  She took a towel and wrapped around the frightened girl.  With a few
rough rubs dried her off then pulled her out of the bathroom in the living
room.  She spit out the words to her husband, "I caught her masturbating! I
think someone has been messing with her."

   "Is that right?  Tracy, have you been masturbating?" Derrick her father
asked her.

   Tracy had controlled her sobbing, but the tears were still flowing.  "I
don't know what misterbatting is," she replied.

   "You damn well do!  I saw you doing it.  You had your hands down on your
pussy and you were rubbing it," Penny said.

   "Is that true Tracy?  Were you touching yourself there?"

   "Yeah," with that more tears burst out and she began to cry again.

   "Did someone show how to do that?" Derrick patiently asked.  Tracy
nodded her head.  "Who?" Her father asked her.

   "I'm not supposed to say."

   "Why aren't you supposed to say?"

   "Because there will be lots of trouble," she managed to get out between
the tears and the crying.

   "There already is lots of trouble," Penny interjected.

   "Just take it easy dear, we'll get to the bottom of this," he told his
wife.  "Now Tracy, somebody was touching you on your pussy and showed you
how to do that?" He got a nod from her head.

   "Nobody should be touching a six-year-old like that!" Penny exclaimed
excitedly.

   "Just relax, don't you remember you were twelve when you and I were
doing things together."

   "But twelve is a long ways from six," she fired back.

   "Tracy," Derrick said soothingly, "Why were you doing those things?"

   "Because it gave me butterflies," Tracy said now more able to control
herself, thought there were still tears leaking from her brown eyes.

   "What do you mean it gave you butterflies?"

   "It made it feel like there were a million butterflies here," she said
reaching down to her pussy.  As she did the towel fell off her and she was
standing naked in front of her father.

   "What did those butterflies do?"

   "They would fly around, and all their wings would make me feel so good.
Their wings would be flapping around, and I would feel lots of things in
here," she pointed to her vaginal opening, "and here," she pointed to her
clit, which was starting to arise.

   "And you liked that feeling?"

   "Daddy it was the bestest feeling ever."

   "So, somebody was doing that for you?"

   "Yeah."

   "Please tell me who."

   "I'm not supposed to say."

   "Why not?"

   "Because then we'll be in trouble."

   Penny started to say something, but Derrick cut her off by holding up
his had to her in a motion of stop.  "Tracy, we need to know who, so that
don't hurt you."

   "He didn't hurt me daddy he was nice to me."

   "So, it was a he, was it a man or a boy?"

   "I'm not supposed to say," Tracy said again.

   "I'm sorry, baby, we have to know, we have to make sure you are safe, so
please tell me who."

   "He won't be in trouble?"

   "I can't say that, it depends on who it is and what he has done to you."

   "He was very nice to me, Daddy he didn't hurt me, I wanted him to do it,
he made me have the butterflies.

   "Did you have the butterflies every time?"

   "Oh, Daddy!  I did and sometimes it seemed that there were millions of
them!"

   Penny spoke, "You trying to say you came?" Tracy looked at her with a
blank expression, not having known what her mom meant by "came."

   "It would appear that she did," Derrick said.  "They say that even
toddlers can cum, you were doing it when you were eleven and you
masturbated, dear."

   "That was different!  I only did that by myself!  I wasn't having sex
with others then."

   "Aw, but you were cumming and you were doing it deliberately.  You only
had yourself, Tracy here has a partner.  Now Tracy who was doing this with
you?"

   Finally, she broke down, and with tears beginning to form in her eyes
again, she said one word, "Marty."

   "Marty the boy from next door?" Derrick asked.

   "That little son-of-a..." Penny had begun to say before Derrick pointed
at her.  She knew to shut up at that instant.

   "Why was he doing that to you?"

   At that instant the baby cried, and Penny left to check on him.

   "'Cause I wanted him too."

   "He never made you?"

   Tracy shook her head no.  "He told me that if I wanted him to lick my
pushy that I should come and tell him."

   "So, it was your idea to go to him and have him do it?"

   "Yeah."

   "And he was licking you on your pussy?"

   "Yeah."

   "Why did you want him to do that?"

   "So, I would get the butterflies."

   "Did he do anything to you besides lick your pussy?  Did he try to put
himself in your pussy?"

   "No but he did put his white stuff in my pushy."

   "Did he put his, what do you call it, pee pee, inside you?"

   "No, he just put it next to my pushy and had me rub it."

   "Until the white stuff came out?"

   "Yeah."

   "How many time have you done this?"

   "I don't know."

   "When did this start?"

   "At the summertime."

   "So, since you finished first grade?"

   "Yeah."

   "I think I better have a chat with Marty."

   "Daddy don't make him trouble, he was real nice to me and gave me oh so
many butterflies.  Can he still do that for me, please Daddy, please?"

   "Go over and sit down, I want you here when I talk to him."

   Tracy wrapped the towel around her again, while Derrick went over to the
phone and punched in the number for the boy next door.  He told the boy he
wanted him to come over right away.

   Marty, never suspecting that something was up, hurried over carrying his
game in his hands.  Normally they didn't play on a Friday evening, but
anything to get out from being around his bratty little sisters.

   Marty came into the Evens' house.  There was no card table set up with
the chairs.  Instead there was Tracy sitting on the couch with just a towel
around her.  This wasn't looking so good.  Penny took the game out of his
hands and set it on the table in the kitchen then returned.  She looked at
Derrick.

   Derrick began, "Marty we asked you over here because we found out some
distressing news.  Tracy her says you have been having sex with her."

   Marty's face went pale, he looked at Derrick then at Tracy, then back to
Derrick.  "I don't know what to say," he sputtered out.

   "According to Tracy you have been going down on her all summer, is that
right?"

   "Umm...  she wanted me too," he said trying to shift the blame.

   "She may have but you're twelve.  You should know better than to be
doing that with a six-year-old girl."

   "But I wanted him to Daddy!  He was very nice to me, he made me have all
the butterflies."

   "You were making her cum?" Derrick asked

   "Yes, but she wanted me to," Marty replied.

   "I get that it was her idea, but still you were doing it.  Why?"

   "Because she wanted me too," then blushing he said, "I liked doing it to
her."

   "How so?" Derrick asked.

   "When she is horny, she gets really wet, you know down there, and,"
blushing again, he said, "her stuff tastes really good.  I like to lick it
up.  That not too weird is it?" He asked hoping that not only was he in
trouble for doing that to her, but he was a weirdo for licking up her pussy
cream.  "You should see her!  She can cum several times in a row, and her
clit it gets like giant sized."

   "What do you mean?" Penny asked.

   "It gets like a little dick and it can stick out, it's all had and
everything, and it's really sensitive.  When I do things for it, it makes
her like cum and everything.  You should see her."

   "That's a pretty tall tale your telling here, Marty that Tracy has a
large clitoris and that she is multi orgasmic," Derrick said.

   "You should see her if you don't believe me."

   "The only way to see that is if you did it to her right in front of us,"
Derrick said in unbelief, but not realizing what he was opening himself
for.

   "If I did it in front of you, you would call the cops, because you saw
me doing it.  I'm not that dumb." But pausing a bit, he said, "But I did it
in front of you, you would be guilty of letting me do it."

   Marty being a smart kid, laid out the logic: "If I did this in front of
you because you asked me to prove that Tracy can cum more than once and
that her clit gets real big, then I'm guilty of doing it, but you are
guilty of encouraging it, and doing nothing to stop it." He sounded to
himself like one of those lawyers on TV.

   "What are you suggesting here?" Derrick asked.

   "You sign a paper that you asked me to do this to Tracy with your full
knowledge and approval, and that you don't intend to turn me in, and I will
prove what I said."

   "I don't think she can do that.  I doubt a girl Tracy's age can cum let
alone multiple times, never mind what he said about her clitoris," Penny
said.

   "What if I show you that you are wrong, what will you do?" Marty said.

   "Daddy can he please lick my pushy?" Tracy said.  They had been talking
about her as though she wasn't even there.  But she was now raising her
voice in favor of her getting more butterflies.

   Looking at his wife, Derrick said, "You know I'm a bit curious to see if
the kid can do what he says."

   Marty wrote out a statement of what he had said and offered it to
Tracy's parents.  "Sign the paper, Derrick and you, Penny and I will show
you."

   "I don't believe a word of this, I'll sign it just to prove you wrong,"
Penny said, and she did sign.

   "What about you Derrick?  You believe me?" Marty said.

   "It isn't a question of believing as much as it is what's good for
Tracy. It seems obvious that she likes it and wants it but is it in her
best interest.  If you are really doing this for her, then it can go on
only as long as she wants it.  When she doesn't want it any more it has to
end right then and there.  You get me young man?" Derrick said.

   "Yes sir."

   "This is only for her pleasure, if you get something out of it fine, but
she is the most important person in this sordid little act," Derrick told
him as he went over and signed the paper Marty had written out.  "How best
to do this now?" Derrick asked.

   "She can stay on the couch here, she'll have to lay down, and she'll
need a towel or something under her." Penny got up and brought back a towel
which Marty put under Tracy's hips.  While Penny was gone Derrick had set
up two chairs behind Marty.  The parents sat down to see their daughter get
eaten out.

   Marty positioned her on her back with one leg bent up on the couch and
her hips slightly pointed out at an oblique angle to the couch so that her
had her other leg off and hanging down.  Then he leaned over her and began.
He ran his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, which cause Tracy to
giggle as it tickled.  To her parents this was a good sign.  But he began
to use his whole hand to caress her legs.  Slowly he moved up to her lips
and mons.  Again, tracing with his fingertips, he began to touch her pussy.
By this time, it had started to swell and to change to a slight tint of
pink.  Small amount of fluid was now beginning to seep from between her
closed lips.

   Marty bent over and began to kiss then lick all the areas of her legs
then pussy that he had previously caressed.  When he got to the lips and
where Tracy's little honey was leaking there was more than there had been
before.  He began to lick it up.  In an effort to get more of it, he opened
her lips with his thumbs.  Her parents could see her clit.  It looked
bigger than one on a normal six-year-old should.

   As Marty went on licking all around, getting up her pussy cream and
exciting the rest of her as her clit continued to grow.  The whole area
seemed to stand up like a mini boner.  The clit on the end was beginning to
poke its head out of its hood.  The more Marty worked his mouth over the
area the more it grew.  He was now licking the head of it or making a
circle of his lips and dealing with like a little cock that he was giving
it a blow job.

   Tracy wasn't lying at all passive.  She was making lots of little
sounds; her hips were beginning to wiggle about.  At times you would have
thought the expression on her face was one of pain but, that would melt
away and be replaced by one of concentration.  Sometimes her eyes were
squinted tightly shut, and the lips were pursed tightly closed so that they
were turning white.  Then suddenly her eyes would pop open and her mouth
would open wide as though her was about to scream but no sound would come
out.

   This was all normal for Tracy as she worked her way up to her climax. 
Soon she was grabbing Marty's head using his ears as holders.  She would
sometimes move his head around to where she wanted.  Other times she would
just press his face into her crotch.  At still other times she could he
heard saying, "Harder!"

   Marty was sort of following her but also doing his own thing when he
wasn't licking up her nectar, he was giving her a blow job or flicking his
tongue against her now full extended clit.  Marty had moved down to lick up
her pussy cream leaving her clit exposed, her parents were amazed, the girl
had a clit standing out three quarters of an inch out of her hood.  It had
to have been nearly a quarter inch across at the head.  Penny couldn't
believe what she was seeing and reached over and grabbed Derrick's arm with
a tight squeeze.  Derrick for his part felt like his was a cartoon
character with his eyes popping out of his head and his own cock as erect
as his daughter's clit.  Penny could feel wetness between her legs as she
gazed upon her daughter's obvious sexual excitement.

   Marty went back to work on her extended clit.  Tracy was bucking her
hips up off the couch and into his face.  She thrust at him while holding
his face to her pussy.  A strangled noise came out her mouth, a sort of
cross between a cry and a grunt.  With it she seemed to relax.

   Her parents watching thought she had a large orgasm and was done.  But
Tracy was just getting started.  She never let go of Marty's ears and was
using them to urge him on.  In less than a minute the second cum broke up
Tracy, prompting her to push again with her hips into his face while
wiggling wildly.  Her head trashed back and forth, her face a beet red.  A
series of grunts were now coming from her.  Just it seemed she was done; it
started all over again only more forceful and louder.  Her breathing was a
bunch of pants uncoordinated hardly giving her oxygen.

   Tracy was beside herself!  She found she couldn't control anything!  She
was a mass of nerve endings firing off, sending her muscles to do who knew
what.  Her mind was a million miles away or shrunk down to the size of an
atom, she didn't know what an atom was nor did she know where she was.

   Finally, it all came to an end, Tracy collapsed onto her back and began
to try and inhale again normally.  Marty pulled back and began to lap up
what he could of the flow that came from her love hole.

   Her parents couldn't believe their eyes, surely that had never had such
powerful orgasms, as they just witnessed their daughter to have.  The kid
was telling the truth, her clit did get huge, and she could cum like
nobody's business.  Really, she could multi-orgasm.

   Marty looked over at the parents, "See?  That's why she comes to me and
wants me to do it."

   "I feel like I should have a cigarette after seeing that.  If I didn't
just see it, I wouldn't ever believe it.  I can see why she wanted that.  I
guess I don't blame you for doing it.  But what do you get out of it?"

   "I enjoy doing it, I love her pussy juice, and she does let me cum too,"
Marty said.

   "How do you do that?" Penny asked.

   Now a sufficiently recovered Tracy joined the conversation, "We make the
white stuff come out."

   "You cum in her, or on her, or what?" Derrick asked.

   "Well sort of both, I don't really get inside her.  She doesn't suck
me."

   "You tried to get her to do that?" Penny interjected.

   "Yeah, I did but she didn't want to do it, so I never pushed it.  I
can't get in her pussy it's too small."

   "I take it you tried that too?" Derrick said, beginning to think the kid
wasn't as wonderful for his daughter as he just thought.

   "Yeah but she can't take me, but she can take my cum, so that's good
enough,"

   "I make the white stuff come," Tracy urged.

   "How do you do that?" Derrick asked.

   "We can do it but not on the couch, we'll have to get on the floor.  Get
up a minute Tracy," Marty said.  As she did, he took the towel she had been
wearing when she was brought out of the bathroom by her mother.  He spread
out the towel on the floor and they got into the normal position they used.


   Marty pulled his pants off.  His hard prick was not so large.  Derrick
was relieved that Marty wasn't very big, it was even better being smaller,
and he still couldn't get into Tracy.  That was a good thing to him.

   Marty pulled back his foreskin and lined up his piss hole with the
entrance to her vagina.  Once there he let Tracy take over.  She was a
practiced hand at this she wetted her hand with saliva and began to jack
him just the way he liked it.  She was slow at first stroking his whole
pole, as they both got more excited Tracy went faster.  But she was getting
a bit out of control.  She was not only rubbing it up and down for him, but
she was rubbing it all over her.  Her clit which still hadn't fully
retracted began to come out again.  She was bumping his head against her
clit, sending sparks up from her pussy again.

   Tracy was going crazy!  She was jacking him hard and fast but all over
her pussy region.  She began to cum again.  He reached down and quickly put
his hand over hers and helped her jack him into his cum.  He pointed his
dick into the right position just in time to begin to shoot his cum into
her waiting vagina.  Marty was overflowing her with his jizz.  He had never
shot so much before, nor did he cum so hard as this.

   It took a minute before Tracy and Marty were recovered, and Derrick and
Penny had pulled the eyes back into their heads and jaws off the floor. 
Derrick was the first to speak, "Well kid it seems that you told the truth
about everything.  I don't know what to say."

   "Daddy can Marty keep doing this with me?" Tracy asked.

   "Where were you doing this?" Derrick asked.

   "In my backyard there is a place we go where no one can see us from the
house."

   "What about if your sisters go out back and find you?  I assume neither
they nor your parents know about this?"

   "No one knew until today."

   "I'm inclined to let you continue to service Tracy for as long as she
wants it.  When she no longer wants it, that's it, it ends.  You got me?"

   "Yes Sir," Marty responded.

   "I don't think it is a very good idea to continue in the backyard with
the risks and autumn will be here before long.  It might be better here. 
You come over to play Derrick with your games, if you make them short games
then afterwards you can go to Tracy's room and have your time together,"
Penny offered.

   "That sound good to you Tracy?" Marty asked

   "Only once a week?  she whined.

   "Marty do you think you can come over on Tuesdays, Thursdays and for a
little while Saturday mornings?" Derrick asked.

   "I guess so," Marty said sort of noncommittally, so as to not sound too
eager.

   "Okay it's settled.  Now Tracy, you look like you need to be cleaned up
then it's off to bed princess," Derrick said.

   Tracy rolled over and threw her arms around Marty's head and gave him a
kiss on his cheek.  Then Penny took her hand, the girl stood up, and
together they headed off to the bathroom.  "Good night Marty," she called
back over her shoulder.

   "So, Marty, you got your game here and Tracy seems satisfied, you feel
like playing a game?" Derrick asked.

   "Sure, why not.  I'll set up the game," he said as he went over and
pocketed the paper that Derrick and Penny had signed.

   Tuesdays, Thursday and Saturday mornings became their routine, something
both Tracy and Marty looked forward to during the week.  A couple of weeks
after school Derrick told Marty that they wouldn't play as normal as today
was Tracy's seventh birthday.  They sang Happy Birthday to her and had a
little cake and ice cream.  Tracy went back to her room as soon as she
finished her treat.

   "I wish I'd known that today was her birthday, I'd got her something."
Marty said.

   "Don't worry about it.  In fact, she got something that is a little for
you," Derrick hinted.

   Tracy came out of her bedroom, now dressed for bed.  But how she was
dressed!

   Tracy came to Marty, "Do you like it?  Mommy made it for me for when you
come over." It was a teddy.  The material was red thin see through.  It was
trimmed with black faux fur.  Marty could see through the top to her chest
with the flat areolas.  She had on a little bikini bottoms as panties.  But
when Marty looked the panties were crotchless.

   "Wow!  That looks great Tracy!" Marty exclaimed.

   "Come on!  Let's go to my bed," Tracy said taking his hand.

   "Have fun you two," Derrick called out as he put the game away.

   The End.







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