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Archive name: start04.txt (Mf, ped, 1st)
Authors name: Jenny Sweet (jennysweetness@aol.com)
Story title : Starting Early - 4

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Starting Early - 4 (Mf, ped, 1st)
by Jenny Sweet (jennysweetness@aol.com)

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Chapter 4: I Make Laurence Come

The next day it was just like Laurence had said it would 
be. My mum had agreed that I could go out for the day 
with him and I needn't come home until eight. I am sure 
that if it had been a Saturday I could have stayed out 
later, but Monday was a school day so I had to get home 
early for bed. Laurence picked me up from home just after 
ten. Of course when he arrived I kissed him.

This surprised mum, she said exactly what my dad did when 
he saw me kiss him. "Jennie never kisses anybody."

I had to say something, so I said, "I always kiss people 
that are nice to me." 

"We're your parents, we are nice to you and look after 
you," she answered. 

"There is nice, and there is nice," I said as I got into 
the Laurence's car. You'll notice that there were no 
'goodbyes,' or 'have a good time,' uttered by my mum. But 
what else could I do but have a good time away from home.

"Would you like to go and get some lunch before we go 
home? You still want to come to my place instead of the 
seaside?" he asked as we drove off.

I liked the seaside, well at that time I thought I did, 
only having been there once, and that time it was, 'You 
can't do this' and 'You can't do that.' I knew that if I 
went there with Laurence it would be completely 
different, but that Sunday especially after what had 
happened the day before, I wanted more than anything to 
go to his home. "Can we go to the Burger King, I've 
always wanted to go, but mum always says it's junk food 
and not good for me. And yes I want to come home with 
you."

"Darling," he always called me darling when we were on 
our own, I really liked that. "Everything that is nice 
and that you like is bad for you according to some 
people, especially when they're like your mum. If its 
Burger King you want then its Burger King you'll have."

So before we went home we had cheeseburgers with all the 
trimmings, fries, strawberry milk shake and apple pies.

"Laurence that was lovely," I said. "I always enjoy 
myself so much when I am with you, I love you." And I 
did, not because he did things for me, but he really 
cared for me.

"Shall we go home now or would you like a little ride 
round first?" he asked.

I wanted more than anything to go home with him and to be 
on our own, but even at that young age I had some womanly 
whiles and did not want to seem too anxious, even though 
I was dying to have a repeat of yesterday feelings. 

"Err, Ok," I answered.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic about a run out to me, 
so I'm going to take you home and have you all to myself 
for the rest of the day."

"I didn't want to say no in case you wanted to, and 
you've just said it instead of me," I said.

"Said what?" he asked.

"That you're going to have me." I answered giggling at 
him.

"Well, what can I say, I do want you, but that was not 
quite what I meant although if I was to tell you the 
truth I would love to have you if we could do it without 
hurting you."

We drove up the motorway and by half past twelve we were 
in his bungalow. "I am going to get myself a drink," he 
said. "Would you like a Coke or whatever?"

He had not made his way into the kitchen to put the 
kettle on so I said, "It's ok I will go and make the 
tea."

"I was not going to have tea I was going to have a gin 
and tonic. You can go and get yours out of the fridge."

I went into the kitchen to get a can of Coke. Just as I 
opened the fridge he called to me. "Would you fetch me 
the bottle of tonic from the fridge door while you are 
there, please?"

I took both back into the lounge where he had opened his 
cocktail cabinet and was pouring a gin into a glass. It 
was one of the only grown up ways that my parents treated 
me, which was a surprise, was to always let give me a 
drink of wine or whatever they were having, not very much 
of course. They said that it would stop me from going mad 
with drink when I was older. "I like gin and tonic as 
well," I said.

"Darling, I am not going to get you drunk, what would 
your mum say if she knew I was giving you alcohol to 
drink?"

"You have been there for meals and seen that I always 
drink what the adults have, not so much of course."

"Well if they don't mind who am I to say no, you know 
that I can't refuse you anything, that's one of the 
crosses one has to bear when one is in love." 

"Laurence, do you really, really love me," I asked.

"My little darling, of course I love you, I wish you were 
mine and could spoil you all the time."

"Do you love me because of yesterday?"

"That is a very grown up question from such a young girl, 
the answer is complicated."

"Why, I know that I love you loads more, after how you 
made me feel, I never knew that I could feel so 
wonderful."

"I would not want you to think that it was because of 
that that I loved you, you know I told you loads of times 
before yesterday that I loved you. I can only be honest 
with you. Yes I do love you more knowing that you are old 
enough to have the sort of feelings you had. I loved 
making you come and I want to do it again and again, I 
just love the way you respond to me. I should not be 
doing things like this with a little girl like you; you 
know I could get into very serious trouble. But if it's 
what you want how can I refuse you."

"Oh Laurence, I'm sorry I had even the slightest doubt 
about you. Let me have a drink and then we can get 
comfortable."

I poured myself out a small gin and loads of tonic in a 
glass and I went to sit down on the settee, but he walked 
through into the bedroom. "It will be much more 
comfortable sitting on the bed." We sat on the bed and 
started our drinks, I had dressed before mum could make 
her usual suggestions about what I could wear.

I had put on the only mini skirt that I owned, bright 
red, I had it when I was six when it had been knee 
length, certainly not a mini, but now nearly three years 
later it was very short on me and tight. I had some of 
those very long socks that were popular then which came 
up over my knees and were just below the hem of the skirt 
which covered about half of my thighs. I had put on my 
second prettiest pair of panties. I was now calling my 
knickers that because Laurence did.

They were white and very soft stretchy thin cotton with a 
pink edging on the legs and the waistband with a printed 
picture of Barbie on the front, the Barbie was not very 
sophisticated, but they felt nice. Then for a top I had 
put on my best white jumper. "You are not going out like 
that." This was mum's instant reaction, but for a change 
dad was on my side.

"She looks like a girl for a change, she's only going out 
with Laurence, and what do you think it matters what she 
wears. If it's what she wants, leave her alone." 

Fortunately that was when Laurence rang the doorbell 
which put a stop to the argument. One thing I had noticed 
was that whenever I had a drink at home it never had any 
affect on me, perhaps it was because I never had very 
much so I finished my drink and put the glass on the 
bedside table. "Did you enjoy that?" Laurence asked.

"Not really, I have always wondered what it would be like 
to get drunk, there must be something nice about it 
otherwise my mum wouldn't be so much against it."

"It's not very often I would agree with her, but it's not 
very nice, people only get drunk because they can't stand 
the person they are when they are sober. I wouldn't 
recommend it for you because there is nothing that I can 
think of that would be an improvement on you."

"I can think of one, wouldn't you like me to be a little 
bit older?"

"Darling I love you just as you are, perhaps I should say 
because of the way you are."

"Can I ask you something really important?"

"You know that you can ask me anything," he answered.

"Well..."

"Come on darling you surely know me well enough to ask me 
anything." 

"Well... this... is... something very important, and I 
want to know the answer; but I'm afraid what the answer 
might be," I said.

"I would never say anything that would upset you," he 
said.

"That's another reason I'm scared to ask you, you might 
not tell the truth just so that you don't hurt me."

"I think I know what you want to know and I will tell 
you, when I say that I love you I mean it."

"But do you love me the way that will make you my boy 
friend?"

"But I am years and years older than you, but if you will 
have me as your boyfriend then I would be proud to be," 
he answered putting his arm round me. 

"You're telling the truth aren't you?"

"Of course I am, why should I lie, you are so beautiful, 
come here let me kiss you." He pulled me into his arms 
and put his lips to mine.

I was so happy. He kissed me for ages and I loved it. We 
were still sitting on the edge of the bed and he slipped 
down on to the floor so that he was kneeling in front of 
me. Then he gently pushed me back so that I was laying 
back with my legs over the edge.

The next thing that I felt was his hands pushing up each 
side of my skirt until my panties were uncovered, his 
fingers held the waist band on each side of them then he 
slowly pulled them down, I had been to shy to take them 
off in front of him before, but after the day before how 
could I be shy. Slowly he pulled them down until they 
were right off, then he pushed my skirt up so that I was 
naked from the waist down.

I remember thinking, will he like looking at me, I'm only 
a little girl and very small, I don't have any hair round 
my fanny like bigger girls do, please, please, please let 
him like me just as I am. Then he broke the spell.

"Jennie darling you are so sweet, I could eat you." He 
eased my legs open so that he was kneeling right between 
them and then his fingers were touching my fanny.

"Oh Laurence that feels so nice are you going to make me 
come again?"

"Yes and even better than yesterday."

"Nothing could be better than that." I answered.

He stopped touching me then he bent his head forward and 
he kissed me right on the fanny, it felt so nice. And 
then it got better, lots and lots better. His tongue was 
licking right over it and he was right it was better. I 
felt his tip of his tongue ease its way inside of me and 
start licking.

"Oh, that feels lovely, it's much better than your 
fingers," I said and it was, I could now feel that 
wonderful feeling coming and then with a rush it was 
there. I reached down and put a hand on each side of his 
face and pulled him towards me as hard as I could.

I shuddered all over for ages as it lasted and lasted. He 
didn't stop and the feeling slowly went down and then 
before I could say anything it was back just as wonderful 
as before. Three times he made me come before he stopped.

"I told you I would make you come, and come, and come, 
didn't I?"

"I wouldn't have believed that I could feel so nice, I 
tried last night to make it come but it was only a little 
one. Can I do it for you now; I think I know how to do 
it, but you will have to tell me if I am doing it right."

"I would love you to, but it can only happen to me once, 
I have to have a ten minute rest before I can make it 
happen again."

"Well we have all day," I said. He got on to the bed and 
lay with his head on the pillow. I sat up and climbed on 
to the bed and knelt beside him. He undid the belt on his 
trousers and pushed down the zipper then pushed his 
trousers and pants down. Now for the first time I could 
see all of his willy. There was not the slightest chance 
that it would fit inside of me.

He reached over and lifted me up and put me down so that 
I was kneeling with a leg each side of him so that his 
willy was right in front of me. It was so big and as I 
put my fingers round it I could feel it throbbing. I 
rubbed it for what seemed only a few seconds before he 
reached down and stopped me. "Will you do something to 
make it feel really special?"

"I'll do anything for you; tell me what you want me to 
do." I answered.

"Just slide up until your little fanny is touching my 
willy and then slide too and fro."

I would have done anything for him after how he made me 
feel even try and get him inside. I moved up and sat down 
on his willy so that it was squashed tight against me, 
then I started moving up and down. I had thought that I 
was doing this to make him come, but it felt so lovely 
with him pressed against me that I would be coming myself 
before long.

He couldn't take his eyes off my fanny sliding up and 
down. "Oh Jennie my darling that feels so wonderful, do 
it just a little quicker."

He didn't need to ask because mine was getting closer all 
the time and I had to do it quick to make mine come. 
"Oh... Oh... Jenny I'm so close."

"So am I," I gasped. My fanny had opened and even though 
it was only resting on the side of his willy I could feel 
that it was rubbing just inside of me. If this was how 
just a little of it touching me felt, how would it feel 
if it was right inside? This thought was only because I 
was so close to coming.

I could not believe my ears when I heard myself say, 
"Please darling try and get him inside of me." I lifted 
up and held his willy so that it was pointing straight up 
then lowered down until I felt him touching my fanny, the 
excitement was too much for me I just started coming and 
pushed down on to him. But it would not go in. But it 
felt so nice with just the tip inside then he came.

He thrust up towards me so hard that he lifted me off the 
bed then I felt something hot pumping into me. "Is that 
you inside of me?" I asked not believing that it was 
because it was not hurting only feeling wonderful.

"No baby, I wouldn't have pushed inside you even if you 
had wanted it, I would tear you apart. What you felt was 
me coming. I came just inside of you."

"Is that what makes babies?" I asked.

"That and something from you."

"I'm not old enough to start my periods yet so I won't 
have a baby will I?"

"Not yet," he said smiling at me.

"I felt you coming right up inside of me just as I came. 
I want to do it again." 

"So do I but not yet, we will have to wait a while."

"How long will it be?" I asked. I'm sure you will be 
wondering about all of this as I was not yet nine and 
turning into a sex maniac. You have to remember for most 
of my life I had been starved of affection and the only 
nice thing was when I touched myself in bed. Now I had 
somebody that truly loved me and his touch drove me wild, 
I wanted more and more to make up for all that affection 
I had missed.

Perhaps you'll put all of the blame on him, but I never 
will because I think he had been starved of affection 
himself and we were just two soul mates even with the 
vast difference in ages. And yes we did it again just 
like that time and it was just as gorgeous.

As I was getting off the bed I noticed some magazines in 
the bedside cabinet, I pulled one of them out they were 
pictures of girls with short skirts and they were making 
sure that you could see what they had on underneath, 
which was frilly panties and stockings. "Do you like 
these pictures," I asked.

"Well you know that I have not lived with a woman for 
some years and I'll tell you the truth. I look at them to 
make myself come."

"What is it that makes you come looking at them?" I 
asked. I would have known when I was older, but then I 
did not know very much about what men liked, in fact it 
was Laurence that was the source of my education in this 
regard.

"I like the way they're dressed," he answered. 

"Would you like me to look like them then?" I asked.

"Well I love the way you look right now, and you turn me 
on like nobody has ever done before. God what am I saying 
you're only eight and..."

"Eight and three quarters!" I butted in.

"Ok eight and three quarters, and I am in love with you 
just like you were a grown woman, and I want to make love 
to you, it's crazy. It will only come to grief, but then 
I can't stop seeing you because I love you so much."

"Would it help if I looked more like a grown up woman?" I 
asked.

"Darling I would love to see you dressed like that, but 
if you were to look too grown up I might not be able to 
stop myself from having you."

"Having me means putting your willy right inside of me?"

"Yes and if we were to do what we have just done how 
could I stop myself from pulling you down really hard so 
that I was right inside of you."

"Easily, because I trust you and I know that you would 
never hurt me. Answer my question, do you want me to be 
dressed like that. It could only be while I was with you, 
but we could go out with me dressed like it because 
nobody would be able to see under my clothes."

"I would love to take you out dressed like that and then 
come back home and make love to you like we just did."

"Then I will, but you will have to buy them for me."

"Darling I can't wait to see you dressed like them, we 
will do it soon I promise."

"How about if I come and stay with you next Sunday?"

"Your wish is my command," he said. "But there is loads 
of time left of to day. We will go and have our tea then 
who knows what delights will be in store for us for 
afters."

You can guess what was for afters?

Continued in Chapter 5... 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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