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Disclaimer: all the usual warning apply.  This is a story about a man
fondling a prepubescent girl, an activity which she greatly enjoys. 
Needless to say, re-enacting this story would be reckless and inappropriae.
Let fantasy remain fantasy.
If you'd like to get in touch, e-mail zackmcnaught@hotmail.com.  I have

an archive of my other stories at ASSTR - www.asstr.org/~zack/

   Thanks for reading,

   Zack Mack



   Fondling Katie

   It is, according to the bright red digits of the alarm clock, ten past
five in the morning.  Rain beats hard against the window.  There's a warm
presence to my left, too.  For a moment I wonder who it could possibly be,
but then memory comes flooding back.  Katie, my favourite little neice, is
staying the night.  Not actually in my bed, though, if I recall correctly.
I'm sure there was a sofa involved.

   Then, a little jolt, and the memory banks come flooding open.  A bolt of
lighting illuminates the room, turning everything black and white for a
second.  The crack of thunder which follows only a second later is
earsplitting, and Katie goes from asleep to awake and terrified in about
the same space of time.  I grab her in a big hug and draw her close,
whispering soothing words in her ear.  At nine, I thought she was over her
fear of thunderstorms, but her presence in my bed suggests otherwise.  I
continue to hold her, her back to me, our heads resting on the same pillow,
until both she and I fall soundly asleep.  The storm doesn't bother us
again that night.

   Dawn comes bright and clear and fresh.  The ran has washed the
atmosphere clean, and there's a crisp, sweet smell on the morning breeze,
the scent of flowers blown through the window from a neighbour's garden
several hundred yards further along the coast.  Barely a neighbour, then, I
suppose, but the nearest thing I have.  Katie is still in my arms as I'm
woken by the presence of my cat, Jasper, hopping onto the bed in search of
a morning cuddle.  To late, buddy, I've already got all the hugs I need. 
Disgusted by this state of affairs, Jasper leaves, twitching his tail at me
as he goes.

   I return my attentions to Katie.  Her soft, light brown hair is scented
by her shampoo, a lovely, envigorating, fruity smell which arouses the
senses.  Her head lies on my arm, which bends back beneath the pillow which
holds my head up.  Her body lies tight against mine, her warmth felt all
the way down to her round little bottom, pressed back against the very
lowest part of my stomach.  She is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of soft
cotton shorts, in contrast to my near nakedness.  It was a good thing that
for once I didn't lose my shorts before I fell into bed.  My free arm lies
across her body, forearm reating on the bed on the far side of her lithe
little form.

   She stirs a little and snuggles back even tighter into me.  Her hand
goes to mine, drawing it to her stomach and pressing it there, before
releasing it.  I leave my hand there, half touching the satin skin of her
tummy - her t-shirt has risen a little during the night, exposing a few
precious inches to my touch.  Her skin is hot, and smoother than I imagined
possible, the kind of skin which puberty wrecks and women spend the rest of
their lives trying to get back.  I can't resist moving my hand a little, in
smal circles at first, and then, growing bolder, pushing her t-shirt up and
out of the way, letting my hand run all over her tummy.  Katie lets outs a
soft sigh, almost a moan, stretching her limbs a little before relaxing
again.  Though she is facing away from me, when I lift my head I fancy I
can see a smile in the corner of her mouth.  The slightest movement might
be her wiggling her bottom at me, and I press hard with my hand on her
tummy, pushing her back into me.

   I've stopped moving my hand, I realise, and start up again, this time
moving in wider sweeps, brushing the outside of the waistband of her short
at one extreme, and at the other end letting my fingers run across the
flesh where the base of her breasts will be when she matures.  An
incautious swipe takes my thumb over one of her immature nipples, and
forces a gasp of surprise from between her lips.  She arches her back, and
for a moment I fear I have gone too far, and pull my hand down to rest on
her tummy again.  I'm wrong to do so, though, as she scoots a little lower
in the bed, head leaving my arm, and roughly pulls my hand back up to her
chest.  I get the message and begin to alternately knead one nipple and
then the other.

   Her movement has brought her bum down to the level of my crotch, and the
two globes press into the hollows either side of my pubis.  My manhood is
trapped, not yet hard but beginning to get that way, and pointing
downwards, between Katie's legs.  As I caress her breasts, her little
backside wriggles, and within moments I am very stiff, the top of my shaft
pressing upwards, forcing its way, still sheathed in my shorts, between
Katies legs, to rest along her sex.  She reaches down between her legs,
searching for the source of the strange feeling there.  Her hands brush
against the tip of my foreskin through the taut material of my shorts, and
it's my turn to gasp as she grabs at the intruder.  Satisfied that she
knows what it is, she removes her hands and rolls away from me onto her
stomach.  Very quikcly, so she won't see what I'm doing, I reach down into
my shorts and make myself a little more comfortable.

   Her head is turned to face me now, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. 
She is the very picture of contentment, but isn't done with me yet.  I
notice that the arm nearest me lies along the length of her body, leaving
her hand desperately close to the bulge in my shorts.  She need only curl
her fingers upwards and she'll touch me.  Softly, she speaks.

   'Rub my back.'

   It's a request I'm incapable of refusing, even without the magic word.
My hand goes to her back, tracing up an down, pushing her t-shirt right out
the way.  I concentrate on her upper back, thinking she simply wants a soft
massage, but cleary I have misunderstood her.

   'Lower,' she urges, and then when my hand stops at her lower back,
again, this time frowning,

   'Lower!'

   Fine, I think to myself, lower it is.  Without hesitating a moment
longer, I plunge my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts and find it
instantly full of little girl bottom.  That puts the smile back on Katie's
face.  In fact, she's positively beaming now, and writhes a little under
the touch.  I knead her cheeks for a moments, swapping from one to the
other, but there's really not room to explore as I would like.  My heart
thumping in my chest, I make a decision, and pull my hand free.  Gently, I
stroke the side of Katie's face, until her eyes open.  She has a gorgeously
cute inquisitive look on her face, which seems to ask why I've stopped.

   'Can I take your pants off, sweetie?' I ask.  I fear that this could be
a step too far, but I needn't have worried.  With a big grin, she
enthusiastically nods her head.  Perhaps that's what she was after all
along.

   I lift myself onto one elbow, and with my free hand reach down and grab
the back of her shorts.  Her beautiful little backside comes into view as I
push them down, and Katie lifts her hips slightly to let them be pulled
down.  I get them as far as her knees before Katie brings up one knee and
pulls her leg free.  Sitting as I am at her waist, I'm afforded a glorious,
unobstructed view of her sex from behind, as her leg lifts up to free
itself.  The lips part slightly and I can see a deep crimson where her
vagina must be, though nothing specific is visible.  Katie uses the free
foot to push her shorts down and off the other leg, as I return to lying by
her side.

   My hand is immediately back at her bottom, running up and down, around
and around the smooth skin.  I let it drift lower on each pass, eventually
grazing the top of the backs of her legs.  I stop there after one pass,
gently rubbing ly finger along the join between backside and leg, knowing
this join leads to the prize.  I get bolder with my stroking, letting my
fingertips drop right down between her legs and graze her immature sex. 
She squirms at the contact, and the legs furthest from me bends at the knee
and is then rasied up the bed.  She is open to me now, and seemingly
willing.

   I press my fingers against her mound from behind, feel the lips like
jelly to manipulate, but hot and damp.  She's excited, which surprises me,
but it's a pleasant surprise.  I mash her sex against her pubic bone,
drawing a muffled cry of surprise - she has turned her face into the
pillow. As I rub up and down, Katie begins to get more and more into the
stimulation, her hips rising and falling, pushing against my fingers.  I
feel her getting even hotter down there, and then, wonderously, my fingers
become suddenly slippery, as her excitement grows.  I allow my fingers to
dip between the folds, and hunt for the entrance to her vagina.  It's hard
to find though, small and at the wrong angle, so I ask her to roll onto her
back.

   She's too far gone now to do anything but comply, and rolls towards me,
draping a leg over my waist, obscenely exposing herself.  I prop myself up
on one elbow and take a good look at her spread sex.  Her little nubbin,
hardly formed yet but still quite visible, stands out at the top of the
valley between her legs.  I put my fingers back in and watch as they spread
the lips and dive down towards where I know her hole to be.  The plan has
worked.  Access is granted, and to my surprise, my middle finger easily
slides in to the second knuckle.  The ring of muscle at her entrance is
like the tightest rubber band in the world, but beyond that her vagina is
relaxed, hot, wet, impossibly silken to the touch.

   I continue for a while to stroke her clitoris with my tumb, and pump my
middle finger slightly.  Suddnely, with a gasp, Katie reaches orgasm.  Had
I not known young girls were capable of such things, I would have been
stunned.  Even with my knowledge, I am still somewhat surprised by how hard
she comes, hips bucking furiously, impaling herself on my finger until
there is no more to go in.  Her back arches and her hands grab the nearest
thing they can - in one case the sheets, in the other the hairs on my
forarm.  I feel her vagina trying to expel my finger, and as I withdraw it
like a sword from the tightest-fitting scabbard, Katie collapses, spent.

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