May (Mg7, ped, cons, 1st, inc) by UncaBa

   This story is entirely fiction, the product of my warped brain,
influenced by other stories I have read.  I do not condone actual
pedophilic acts upon children who lack the sufficient reasoning skills to
make informed decisions for themselves.

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   May was our friend's seven year old daughter.  She was also my
pseudo-adopted grandchild, since our children had no kids.  I missed
hearing that "pitter patter of tiny feet" in our house and May had taken to
me instantly, calling me "UncaBa" a moniker she picked up when she was only
3.  Her father, the local college coach had the kind of job that kept him
away at all hours.  He was not much of a touchy-feely kind of guy - and I
am - and May liked that a lot.  She loved hugs and being the center of
attention.  It was nearly 8pm one night when there was a frantic knock on
the door.  It was May's mother, Margie.  Her husband was having some kind
of sudden illness and she suspected a heart attack - not uncommon among men
with such high pressure lives.  She was on the way to the hospital and
hoped we'd keep May for a while until they knew what it was.  I instantly
accepted, even though I told her that my wife was out of town for the
evening but would return in the morning.  Margie said that was fine because
May only wanted to hang around me anyway.  I agreed.  May had become my
shadow whenever she and her mom visited.  My wife and Margie were fast
friends and would sit in the den talking for hours often.  May would then
come downstairs and hang out with me in my workshop or office, playing
video games with me on the computer or helping me drive the lawnmower
around the yard as she sat on my lap.  My lap especially loved those times.
You see, I'm a lover of young girls.  Margie told me that May had not had
her dinner or a bath yet, due to the circumstances.  I assured her I'd take
care of it.  She was fine with that, saying that she'd probably be back in
a couple of hours or so - that it was probably just indigestion, she
rationalized.  I took May in and quickly ordered a pizza since May had not
had anything to eat.  While we waited for it to arrive, I chatted with May
to help her calm down from the concern about her Dad.  I told her that
she'd be fine.  After the pizza, I said it was time for a bath and went to
run the water in our large Jacuzzi tub.  May loved the bubbles and
instantly shed her top, shorts, and undies to step into the water.  As she
stepped in, giggling, I caught a quick glimpse of a tiny bald slit and cute
round butt.  I left her to play, with strict instructions to "wash
everywhere, even where your underwear touches." She giggled at that and put
a pile of bubbles on her head as I left.  I found a large t-shirt for her
to wear and brought it into the bath.  She hopped out for me to dry her, a
chore I would adore.  I wrapped her in a huge bath towel and rubbed her all
over, taking special care with her private areas.  She giggled as I ran the
towel between her legs.  Her knees parted lewdly when I slowly rubbed back
and forth gently on her crotch, allowing my finger to slip off the towel
material and get a free feel of the amazingly soft sides of her tiny pussy.
I didn't want to push it too much for fear of scaring her.  She would look
down as I did this, then look directly in my eyes.  She knew what we were
doing was something naughty.  One small arm rested on my shoulder as she
stood patiently.  I told her to hold still as I laid her on the damp towel,
grabbed the bath powder and sprinkled it all over her belly like a small
baby.  This was an excuse to gently run my hands all over her as I smoothed
the powder on her.  I moved up over her chest, feeling the hard buttons of
her nipples.  I then blew a wad of powder out of her navel, bringing a
convulsion of giggles as I coughed in the powdery cloud.  My hands moved
down both legs together to her feet.  I coated each toe, then moved up the
inside of her thighs.  Her knees drew up as I went higher.  She knew where
this was going and were both were silent as I dusted my way to her soft
pussy lips.  When I got there, I tenderly rubbed all around her mons,
feeling the softness, the complete lack of hair and watched as her legs
drew wider.  Taking another chance, I pushed on the back of her thighs,
pressing her knees back beside her ribs.  Her little cunt gaped open,
exposing a slick, pink, wet hole that beckoned me closer.  I went for it.

   Leaning in closer, I sniffed and made soft comments that she smelled so
good and felt so soft like a teddy bear.  She grinned.  I moved closer to
her on the bed.  "I think this place right here needs a kiss..." I spoke
softly directly at her clit.  I moved in.  She held still.  My lips touched
her clit in a soft, chaste kiss.  As I moved back, my mouth moved down a
bit and my tongue slipped out, tasting her tiny inner lips.  "Mmmm.... 
Tasted like...like....  Eewwww... like POWDER..  ptuu ptuu PTUUU!" I
shouted, spitting and coughing and gagging.  She collapsed in a laughing,
giggling fit.  She thought that was the funniest thing she had ever heard
and told me so.  After a bit of faux "recovery," I said, "I think I'll try
that again.  Maybe I just hit a bad spot." Her legs sprung open like a trap
door and I was sure she liked it the first time.  This time, I moved right
in and pressed my mouth over her entire pussy, not a hard thing to do.  I
munched and licked and tasted her as deeply as I could get.  She giggled
softly, her belly bouncing me as she laughed.  After a few minutes, she
started grunting as I flipped her clit.  I felt her mons move toward my
mouth.  Her hands slipped down next to my mouth and pulled the sides of her
pussy open for me to have deeper access.  As I munched, my fingers tested
her anus and got a grunt from her and a wiggle of protest.  I looked deeply
into her pussy and could see the deep pink of her vaginal opening.  Across
the lower crescent of her vagina was her thin hymen, glowing pale white
against the creamy pink of her pussy.  I tested it with a finger, going
only to the edge of her tunnel.  When I wiggled it, she giggled and told me
it felt funny.  I pressed a little into her vagina and got another grunt of
protest.  Perhaps that was something to try on another day.  My lips kissed
her deeply, lapping with my tongue and sensing the liquid warmth of her
body.  I moved up a bit and captured her clit between my lips.  She grunted
again, louder, then let out a long deep breath.  My tongue found the tip of
her nubbin and wiggled against it.  She sighed deeply and pressed her pussy
into my face., moaning softly I gently wallowed my head like a terrier with
a rag, pressing with my tongue on her stiff clit.  She grunted again and
puffed a deep breath.  "Push harder.  There!... nngh... yeah...again...
nngh....hooo....nnnngh... " she hunched into my face as I licked and gently
pressed her clit over and over.  She was having perhaps her first orgasm of
sorts.  It was not a "real" mature orgasm, but she was certainly getting
those good feelings down there.  My hands had her pulled to my face like I
was eating a watermelon.  I feasted on her for a few more minutes before
she sighed deeply and fell back, sated.  I licked her once more, causing
her to push my face back and grunt a protest.  I moved up her body, kissed
her tummy, then rose above her to grin down at her.  "How was that?" "Oh...
UncaBa, that was fun... I liked that," she murmured breathily as her hands
petted my sticky face.  We lay together for a while, chatting and petting
one another.  Soon, she felt the urge and started to get up.  When I looked
asked if she wanted to leave, she said that she had to pee real bad.  I
held her hand and told her that I had to pee, too.  We walked hand in hand
to the bathroom.  She hopped on the commode and immediately let loose a
strong stream.  She parted her legs and watched for a moment, then looked
up and caught me peeking, too.  She grinned a lopsided grin and spread her
legs wider, leaning back to give me a better view.  I leaned down to watch
the last of her dribbles, then grabbed a wad of tissue off the roll.  When
I offered it to her, she said "You do it" and I quickly took the honor of
gently wiping the few drops off.  As I finished, I accidently dropped the
tissue in the bowl and used my fingers to gently massage her sweet pussy. I
said I was checking to make sure she was clean.  "I think I have to poop,
too," she said quietly pushing me toward the door.  "You can't watch that.
It's stinky," she giggled.  I told her she should make sure she's good and
clean back there so I could kiss it, too, if I wanted.  Her eyes went wide
for a moment, then she laughed as if surely I was joking.  Her legs closed
and she got that look of concentration as she grunted quietly.  I took the
moment to slip out and quickly get into my PJ's.  I left the fly unbuttoned
so that my dick would escape if I moved just right.  I heard the commode
flush and the sink run a few minutes later.  May came out of the bathroom
looking as fresh as ever.  Her eyes gleamed as she looked at me in
expectation of "What's next?" When she plopped onto my lap, I hugged her to
me, my hands running over her flat chest, feeling the gentle pad of babyfat
over her proto-breasts.  The skin on her arms was so soft, I felt a
stirring immediately in my pants.  As I breathed in the smell of her soft
hair, the phone rang.  We both jumped as if we had been caught doing
something wrong.  "Hello?....yes, she's here and fine... No!  No problem...
sure...I hope he's fine.  Let us know when you get the results tomorrow. 
You want to speak with her?  She's right here....  Sure.  Here, May.  It's
your Mom." May chatted with her mother for a while and assured her she was
being "reeeeeel good to me and doing everything I asked." She looked at me
with that lopsided grin and "Groucho" wiggling eyebrows.  She was all
mischief, this girl.  As she talked to her mother, May wiggled on my lap to
turn sideways, knees off the right side, butt off the left side of my
thighs.  As she tried to move, she reached down with her right hand to lift
herself and pull the T-shirt out from where it had caught and ridden up,
nearly exposing her naked pussy.  When she pressed down to move, her hand
landed directly on my half-hard dick.  She had already pressed hard before
she realized where her hand was.  In mid-sentence, she stopped talking to
her mom and said "What's that?" as her hand felt my sausage-roll, getting
firmer every second.  Her eyes opened wide and she jerked her hand up as if
she had been burned.  "Oops... sorry" she whispered, then went back to
talking to her Mom.  "OK, Moooooom, I'm fine... UncaBa will let me stay her
as long as I want, right?" as she looked at me expectantly.  I nodded and
hugged her.  She grinned and said bye, then handed me the phone to hang up.
I had a brief goodbye to say to Margie, but she rung off.  "Welp.  It looks
as if your Dad is going to spend a couple of days in the hospital and Mom
is leaving you in my care.  He's going to have a test tomorrow and when Mom
gets the results, she'll know how much longer she'll be in the hospital
with Dad.  So, until then, YOU are MY little girl, to keep or throw away as
I see fit... but I think I'll keep you, OK?" As I turned back to look at
May, she was looking at me strangely, her lips pressed in a line as if she
was considering asking a question.  "Whaaaaat?" I asked in a comic fashion.
I knew this was about my dick.  "Mmm... was that your... your thingie...
that I touched?  It....  It seemed too big.  I've seen Charlotte's little
brother's thingie when her mom changed his diaper, but it was little
teenie. Yours was....  Like a hotdog... but bigger... Mm...?" She ran out
of things to say in her nervousness.  Her hand fidgeted in her lap, wadding
her shirt up, pulling it higher up her legs again.  "Yes, May, that was a
man's penis.  My `thingie' as you called it." I know you didn't mean to
touch it and I won't ever tell on you for anything anyway.  We BOTH know
that, don't we." I looked at her with my eyebrows saying more.  "But...I
mean... it was so...I mean.. .WHY was it so... so big?" she spoke in nearly
a whisper, as though even the furniture shouldn't hear.  This called for an
explanation of penises and why they got hard and why she had that effect on
me, even in her T-shirt and even though she was a little girl.  I even had
to go into a brief explanation of semen or "man's milk" and how girls liked
to taste it, and making babies with it, etc.  At the end of an extensive
list of questions she had, I offered to step further into the unknown. 
"So... you wanna see mine?  I mean, after all, I've seen yours," I offered.
Her eyes lit up and she broke into a huge smile.  "Yes!" she said, perhaps
too quickly.  She caught herself and tried again with less enthusiasm. 
"... oh... yes, could I... I mean, if you promise not to tell mom I asked
you," she spoke in a rush as she scooted off my lap.  When she did, her
gown had slid up and hung on her hip, exposing her little slit to my eyes.
My dick lurched once more, ready for action.