There's something particularly wonderful about a young girl giving head.

The girl is too young to fuck--eight or nine years old--and terribly cute. She's even cuter when she's got two inches of my cock in her sweet little mouth.

She's a bit of a tomboy, even though she's so cute. Or, maybe that's the reason that she's cute. Maybe that's also the reason she likes to give head--because she secretly wishes that she had a penis of her own, to play with all she wants like she knows all the boys at school do. Penises fascinate her. For about the last year, since she first learned about the possibilities of the internet, she's been looking at pictures of penises. Her favorite pictures are taken from below; big, hairy balls hanging down, with thick, proud erections sticking out above them. She can stare at those pictures forever while she twirls her finger over her clitoris, wondering how such a big thick erection could fit in her tiny little hole and trying to imagine how much sperm is in those huge balls, and what it would feel like to be a man and to ejaculate. Looking at those red, swollen balls, she can understand why men like sex so much. It must feel wonderful to relieve those huge balls of all that sperm.

She resolves, as she twirls her fingers rapidly in circles and that wonderful feeling builds in her secret parts, she resolves that she is going to help men relieve their balls. She doesn't know how--her little hole is way too tiny and besides she doesn't want to get pregnant--but she wants to help. She can masturbate them, right? Her friends call it a "hand job." Wanting to learn more about that, she looks on the internet, and that's when she stumbles upon something completely different and fascinating--girls can use their mouths! Her friends call that a "blow job," and they all think it's gross, but she doesn't think so; she's fascinated by the idea of having a penis in her mouth and of using her mouth to help a man ejaculate. Her little hole might be too small, but her mouth, well, if she opens it really wide, like the girls in the pictures on the internet, it might be big enough, at least if the guy's penis isn't too thick. As she twirls her finger down between her legs, s he opens her mouth really wide and pretends there's a cock in it. It makes her feel very dirty, and that turns her on all the more.

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OK, so, I'm changing the facts of this story a bit to protect the, um, guilty, but here's the more or less true story of how I've come to know a girl just like this. I know her mom; we are both recent divorcees living in the same condo complex. Neither of us are at all interested in a relationship, but we both enjoy the occasional romp in the hay. The way it usually works is that her mom calls me up and invites me over for dinner and we drink a couple bottles of wine and then she sends her daughter off to bed--usually accompanied by, "But Mom, it's not bed time yet!" Then her mom and I go in the bedroom and fuck. Mom's quite a little slut, that's for sure, and I enjoy her sloppy, well-used cunt; I'm perfectly happy to dump my load inside her whenever she wants it.

So I've gotten to know the girl pretty well. She is, as I said, a bit of a tomboy, even though she has a very sweet, feminine side, and she loves to play basketball and soccer and other sports. But, mom's not much of an athlete so it sort of falls on me to be her usual coach/opponent/teammate, and I end up hanging out with the daughter more than I do the mom. Now, normally I'd say I don't get enough pussy from mom to be her babysitter, but I genuinely like the kid and the exercise is good for me, so I'm not complaining. Plus there turns out to be other perks as well.

So one day we've finished up with basketball and we're sitting on the park bench drinking Gatorade, and she's like, "Are you my mom's boyfriend?"

"Um, I mean, not really."

"But you guys have sex," she says matter-of-factly.

I just kinda look at her with a dumbfounded look. "Um..."

She grins. "I know you do, that's why Mom always sends me off to bed early when you're over. And I can hear you guys when you're doing it."

"Um, sorry about that," I stammer.

She giggles. "I don't mind!"

I feel a little self-conscious the next time I'm riding the mom, thinking about the daughter in her bedroom listening to the bed squeaking. And mom can be a bit of a squealer and I'm thinking, would you quiet down, bitch? But then I think, oh what the hell, girl said she doesn't mind, so I let out a couple of nice loud "Oh you fucking whore" comments and stuff like that. I know the girl is hearing it all and that makes me feel good, like I'm demonstrating my virility to her or something. And then all of the sudden it's not the mom I'm mounting anymore, all of the sudden in my mind I'm fucking the daughter, I'm laying on top of the little nine year old and slamming in and out of her little cunt, and then quite instantaneously and unexpectedly I just start exploding. I holler outloud, "Oh fuck!" and shove into the mom as deep as I can and shoot the bitch full of sperm.

This is the first hint I have that I'm beginning to have "unnatural" desires toward the daughter. I really don't think too much about the implications of this, I guess I just figure it was normal and natural and no big deal. I certainly thought about plenty of other women when I was fucking my wife, often younger women (though never nine year olds). So, rather than recognizing that there's a problem, and establishing appropriate boundries in my relationship with the girl, I do the opposite. Mainly, I just start flirting with her. I feel stupid even while I'm doing it, sort of the stereotypical mom's dirty old boyfriend routine, but she seems to enjoy it which just causes me to do it all the more.

Then one blazingly hot day after basketball, I invite her up to my place for some lemonade.

"You haven't been over to our house in a while," she says as she sips her drink. "Are you and Mom on the outs?"

"No, of course not. Anyway, we were never 'on the ins.'"

"Well, I think you should come over more often, I miss having you over for dinner."

"You're sweet," I say, and almost without thinking about it, I reach out and put my hand on her knee. No sense of boundaries. I know it's wrong the second I do it and I want to pull my hand away but she looks up at me with the sweetest little face, big doe-eyes and just slightly biting her lower lip, and her skin feels so wonderfully soft under my fingers, that I can't help myself, I just leave my hand where it is. My heart's thumping irrationally and I feel like a pedophile.

A few seconds later--far later than appropriate--I withdraw my hand.

We sit there quiet for a while. I'm trying to think of something to say, but she speaks first.

"You really should come over for dinner. I'm sure you and Mom can, I mean... I'm sure she'll be glad to see you..." Her face goes red.

A voice in the back of my head tells me to not go any further with the conversation, but that voice gets overruled. "Me and your mom can do what?"

She grins, red-faced. "Have sex. That's what you want, right?"

"Yeah, sure, I like having sex."

"Yeah, I know," she says, her face still red. "I wish..."

Again that voice. Again it was overruled. "What? What do you wish?"

"I wish... I wish I had a boyfriend."

"You're too young for a boyfriend. You don't want to tie yourself down yet!"

"OK, then I wish... I wish I was like you and Mom."

"What do you mean?"

"I wish I had a guy that I could just, you know..."

"Have sex with?"

"Well, not sex, but you know, just fool around with."

I tried to smile at her, but I was feeling very nervous. After a little silence, I asked, "So what do you do, when you fool around with boys?"

"I don't know, I've never really done it much. One guy, John, he and I would--we'd just look, you know? Just show each other."

"Yeah? Didya like that?"

"It was OK. He was just, you know, we're both just kids. So..."

"You'd rather look at an older boy?"

"Yeah," she says, looking up at me, her face red.

My heart's thumping and the voice in my head is shouting--Don't say it! Don't say it! But he's overruled. "You want to look at mine?"

"OK." She's even more red-faced.

I stand up and quickly drop my shots and boxers. My cock, already a raging hard-on, pops out and stands up at full mast, showing himself proudly to the girl.

She doesn't say anything, doesn't move, just sits there staring wide-eyed right at my cock.

I stand there for a little while, letting the girl stare, enjoying showing off for her. Finally I say, "What do you think?"

"It's big," she says, not taking her eyes off my cock.

"So, what about you?" I asked. "I get to look, too, don't I?"

She finally broke her stare, looking up at me. "You want to... You want me to take my pants off?"

"Yeah!"

"I think... I think I'm too nervous."

"That's OK," I assure her, "no pressure." At that point I figure I've pushed the boundaries of decency far enough so I pull my pants back up.

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"So, did you have sex with Mom last night?"

We're back at my place again a few days later. I'd slept with her mom the night before and then the girl and I played basketball while mom went to work.

"Um, you didn't hear us?"

"Duh! How could I not hear you? They probably heard you in the next building over!"

"Oh. Sorry."

She giggled. "It's OK."

"So," I say, "you want to 'fool around' again today?"

"Um, like, just look again?"

"Sure, if that's what you want to do."

"OK."

I pull my pants down quick, I'm only at half-mast but I want the girl to have the chance to watch me get hard. She stares as I twitch into an erection.

"So, you gonna let me look today?" I say after she's stared for a while.

She looks up at me. "I'm too nervous!"

"That's OK. How about your shirt? You can take that off, no big deal."

"I... I don't have any boobs."

"I know! I want to see anyway."

She quick pulls her shirt off. Her chest is flat as could be and pale white, with adorable little pink girl nipples.

I step in front of her and reach a hand down and start fondling one of her flat little nipples, feeling her pin-prick nub harden under my fingers. "You should touch me," I say.

She reaches a hand out and cups it softly under my balls. "They're so heavy," she says quietly. "Are they full of sperm?"

"I guess so."

"Do you need to empty them? I mean..."

"That's not exactly how it works," I say, "but, yeah."

"Oh." She's looking down at my cockhead. "What's it like, to ejaculate?"

"You mean, like, what's it look like?"

"No, I've seen pictures. I mean, like, how does it make you feel?" She moves her hand up to the shaft, wraps her cool fingers around it.

"It's hard to describe, it makes my whole body shake, and then it's like--it's like a big explosion."

"Explosion?" She looks up at me.

"Yeah, sort of."

"Do you... Did you ejaculate last night? With my mom?"

"Yeah." I put my hand on top of hers and show her how to jack me a little.

"Where? Like, inside her vagina?"

"Yeah, where else?"

"I don't know, like, in her mouth, maybe. I mean, that way she wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant."

"Your mom doesn't like that."

"No? She doesn't like giving blow jobs?"

"Unfortunately, no, she doesn't."

She grinned up at me. "You like them, though? You like getting them?"

"Oh yeah," I said, grinning down at her.

She looks down at my cock, and then leans in, opens her mouth, and takes my head in between her lips.

She sucks my head a little, while gently jacking on my cock, then leans back and looks up at me. "Do you like that?" she says.

"Yeah!" I say, grinning down at her. "That's fantastic!"

She smiles demurely. "I watch videos on the internet sometimes, that's why I sorta know what to do."

"You should do it some more!"

She grins, then looks back at my cockhead. She opens her mouth again and takes my head in.

Now allow me a moment to describe this scene in some detail--The girl has one hand cradling my balls, very gently, holding them like they are precious, or fragile. She can barely get her fingers around my ballsack, which looks enormous in her small, cool hand; I wouldn't normally say my balls are all that big, but right now, from my vantage point, my package appears to be nearly half the size of the young girl's head. She just cradles them, doing nothing else with them but holding them tenderly.

I would not describe my cockshaft as particularly big, either, but right now it looks gigantic compared to the small hand she has wrapped around it. In terms of length, her hand barely covers half the shaft, and I can tell that if I set it against her face it would extend from her chin to her well past her forehead. In terms of girth, her fingers seem to be barely able to wrap around it, but more impressive is how it looks in her mouth; she has her mouth open as wide as it can possibly go but my head fills it entirely; it looks like my cock is as wide as half her face.

She is an incredibly beautiful girl. Soft blonde curls grace her face like a baby doll. Her face is slightly tan, not as pale as her bare chest, but still creamy-white. Her cheeks are now flush, pink and just slightly mottled. I can't see her chin, it is obscured by this absurdly giant thing that's stuffed in her mouth, but I know that it is small and sweet. Her lips are thick and dark pink and always glistening, she is always applying pre-teen lip gloss, and they shine even now with her cherry-flavored Lip Smackers as they wrap around my thick cock. Her nose is an adorable, dainty thing, pointing just slightly upward; simply looking at that little girl nose makes me hard. Her hazel eyes look up at me, wide and shining like an anime girl; they seem to have a look of almost reverence on them, as if the young girl cannot believe that she is being allowed to experience such masculinity, to touch and to taste it, and that in return for this honor she must do everything in her power to provide it with the pleasure that it demands.

Her mouth is warm on my cockhead; as warm and as comforting as a woman's pussy. I can feel her tongue, soft and wet, as she rubs it along the underside of my glans; gentle licks that seem to say "Come, cock, come for me; I want your come." I feel her sucking in as my head is in her mouth, and then she moves her head back, sucking even harder. Her teeth graze, just ever so lightly, on the sensitive skin of my cockhead as she pulls away; it is not not painful at all, but gentle and exciting, like little pinpricks of electricity, reminding me that this is a mouth that I am fucking, and a little girl's mouth, too--a mouth that is too small to open wide enough to fully accommodate my girth.

As she pulls her head back, her little hand that is wrapped around my shaft moves with it, stretching the loose skin away from my body, then reverses course as she bobs her head back down, pulling the skin in towards me as her warm mouth opens even wider to accommodate the entirety of my head.

It is an unbelievably erotic experience to stand above this beautiful young girl, looking down on her and watching as she gives head for the first time in her life, watching her little mouth and her little hands working so diligently to give pleasure to a cock that is seems so giant compared to her.

Rather quickly, her inexperienced jaw tires; I can tell from the increased pressure of her teeth on my skin. "Less teeth," I instruct her, "no teeth!" and she dutifully opens her jaw wider again, but in another minute her teeth are back. "No teeth," I hiss, and she opens again, but they are back again in less than a half a minute this time. So I pull out.

"Is your jaw getting tired?" I ask.

She looks up at me with those big shining eyes and nods. "I'm sorry," she says, sounding disappointed, "I wanted to..."

But she can't finish; I've lifted my shaft and put my other hand on the back of her head and pulled her into me and her nose and mouth are now engulfed in scrotum. "Kiss my balls," I command, as if the little girl has any choice. Again my balls seem huge compared to her, covering half her face. I step back, letting my cock fall and slap her across the face.

She's looking up at me with those big green eyes. "I want to make you come, with my mouth," she says.

"I'm almost there," I say.

She opens her mouth wide again, I slip my cock in, I start jacking. "Are you sure you want me to come in your mouth?" I ask.

She nods, looking up at me with those big reverential eyes like a little anime blow job girl.

With my hand still on the back of her head, I wrap my fingers into her golden curls, holding tight, pulling hard, not wanting to hurt her but wanting her to experience a man pulling her hair as he orgasms inside her. And then, I let loose.

My legs are shaking now and there is a glorious instant where I am orgasming, yet I have not yet begun to expelled my come; it is like suspended animation and I hang there for an eternity even if it only lasts a split-second. And then, with an incredible explosiveness, I feel my come surging out of me, hot and thick as it barrels down my shaft.

My little anime girl is completely unprepared for what she is about to receive. All the videos on the web cannot possibly prepare you for the real thing, for a huge shot of salty, bitter, viscous semen firing into the back of your mouth. She instinctively pulls her head back and the second shot, even larger than the first, fires out at point blank range and covers her pretty little face with come. I stand above her, aiming my cock right at her face as the last few smaller shots defile her even further.

She holds her hands up, cupping them under her chin to catch the come that slowly drips off her face, and looks up at me. She lets a large quantity of semen drool out of her mouth and it flows down her chin and into her hands, and then she smiles broadly at me. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Good!" She smiles proudly, then looks down at the come in her hands. "There's a lot of come, isn't there?"

"Yeah. You should lick it up."

She looks up at me, big hazel eyes, then looks back down and sticks her tongue out and takes a big lick of my semen. She makes a face as she swallows it. "It tastes funny," she says. But she takes another lick, swallows, and then licks the rest. I reach down and wipe some semen off her cheek with a finger and present the finger to her and she sucks the semen off.

---

"You want to fool around again?" I ask her as we sit under a tree drinking Gatorade after shooting some hoops.

She grins. "You want another blow job, don't you?"

I grin back. "I wouldn't turn one down, if you're up for it."

"Sure!"

Back in my living room we're setting on the couch. "You want me to take my shirt off again?" she asks.

"Sure. How 'bout your pants, too?"

Her face starts to blush. "I'm too embarrassed," she says.

"Why?"

"'Cause," she looks down, "'cause I don't have any hair."

"So. You're only nine, that's normal."

"I know, it's just, it makes me feel like a little girl."

"It's OK if you don't want to, but I would love to see your pussy. I bet she's beautiful."

Her cheeks are red. "OK." She quickly pulls her shirt off, then pulls her shorts and her panties down. She sits there with her legs held tightly together, looking at me shyly.

I put a hand on her knee. "Show her to me," I say. "Turn to face me, and open your legs."

"Oh, man!" Her face is even redder. But she lets me pull her knee towards me, lifting her leg up onto the couch, and she is facing me with her legs spread.

Her vagina looks tiny. I don't think my head could fit in the entirety of the slit between her lips, I can only imagine how minuscule the opening to her vaginal canal must be. I would seriously tear that little thing wide open if I put my cock in there.

Her lips are pinkish and slightly puckered as they rise above her white skin. I just stare at her adorable little girl cunt for a while. "She's beautiful," I say quietly. I lick my fingers and reach down.

"Oh, man!" she says again. She takes in a quick, sharp breath as I gently push my finger inside her lips. She's warm, and surprisingly wet. She looks up at me. "I think... I think it's too little to have sex. I don't think your penis would fit."

"I don't either," I say as I find her clitoris, an amazingly tiny little bump hidden inside her lips.

She takes in another sharp breath. "I'm sorry," she says. "I wish I could have sex with you."

"You'll just have to give me lots of blow jobs!" I say, grinning at her.

She grins, her face flush, her breathing hard, as I rub her tiny clit. "OK," she says, "I like giving you blow jobs."

"You want to give me one right now?"

"Yeah," she says enthusiastically.

I stand up, I drop my pants, she takes my cock in her hands and her mouth. I play her her tiny nipples. "You should masturbate, if you want, while you suck me."

She looks up at me with her big green eyes, then drops a hand down between her legs. After a little while she reaches back up and cradles my balls, apparently more interested in touching my testicles than touching herself.

Rather too soon, her jaw needs a break, and I pull out and present my balls to her. She leans in and kisses them, I don't even need to pull her head into them, she just automatically and enthusiastically kisses them, lots of little kisses all over my entire ballsack. Then she sucks me some more before I finish, like last time, by jacking in her mouth. She's more ready for it this time, as ready as a girl can ever be when a big load of semen comes rifling down a cock and into her mouth, and she manages to keep my head in her mouth for the first two shots, until her mouth is too full to take another and she leans back and takes the rest on her face.

Like last time, she holds her hands up to her chin, catching the come as it drools out of her mouth, and then she licks it and swallows until her hands are clean.

---

A few months later, her mom got a boyfriend, which more or less put an end to our dinner dates--mom would still occasionally invite me over, maybe to get back at the boyfriend after they had a fight, or maybe just because she's such a slut. But I didn't see much of the mom anymore.

But, however, speaking of sluts, her daughter takes after her mom in a big way in that regard. She continues to give me blow jobs on a regular basis, she's my little come-slut, my semen slurper, and she blows me at least two or three times a week. Even now that she's in high school and got herself a nice young lad of her own, she continues to service me regularly. Sometime around her fourteenth birthday, I told her that she was old enough now, she was ready, that it was time for her to give up the pussy as well as the mouth--but that is another story for another time.