I remember, in great detail, any number of the young girls who have been my lovers over the years, as well as most with whom I just had one or a few "contacts" with, all very erotic memories. But I will never forget one of the youngest girls with whom I was able to have full intercourse. Actually there were four such girls at her age, but she was the second longest relationship I had of the four and the last. She was 7, and her name was Corey. 

I had been a girl lover for some 16 years by the time I met Corey and her mom, Patty. Actually, Patty was the new lover of my long time friend, and sometimes fuck buddy, Lori. So I met Patty, and thus Corey, when Lori introduced them to me at her place one night. This was some 15 years ago when I was 32, as was Patty, and Lori was about 34. Corey was a month into 7 years old.

I thought she was cute right off the bat. If you've ever seen the last season or so of All In The Family, you may remember the little dark haired, kind of Italian-looking girl that came to live with the Bunkers after Mike and Gloria moved out. Well, Corey looked very much like her.

Lori knew how, and what, I was. In fact, we often would go out and check out girls together. But her interests stopped at girls in their mid teens, at the low end, while mine didn't. In fact, the first few times/weeks when I would come over to their place (Patty and Corey had moved in with Lori) she kept half an eye on me around Corey and would question me as to if I thought she was cute, etc. I told her the truth.

Yes, I thought she was cute. And yes, I'd like to get go skinny dipping with her, but I really didn't think Corey had it in her. There are some kids who you can get a feel for right off the bat if they are potential lovers and some who are not. And while Corey was a cute and friendly little girl, I didn't think she was up for a relationship with an adult male, no matter how much I might want her to be.

So, after a period of time, Lori relaxed and when the four of us would go out together she just let me keep Corey entertained while she and Patty enjoyed themselves, say, at the movies. Lori just told Patty I liked kids and was good with them (which always made me laugh to myself because she didn't tell her just how much or in which way I like some kids, or in what way I was good with them) and that paying for my movie ticket to keep an eye on Corey was cheaper than a babysitter. Plus Corey didn't feel like she and Patty were always going out and leaving her behind. And since I was between girlfriends (yes, I've always had real, adult - meaning girls my own age - since I was a teen myself), they would be doing me a charity.

Also, after about 3 months, I actually would baby-sit sometimes while Lori and Patty went out. I never tried anything with Corey, because what I had told Lori was the truth. Now that doesn't mean that I didn't try to spy on her when she was in the bathroom, doing whatever, or undressing for bed, or watch her shapely little round bottom wiggling around in her PJ's, or that I didn't try to touch her or snuggle a little with her when we watched TV while they women were gone. No, I did all that. I would even make sure the windows and/or the blinds were adjusted just right so I could go outside and masturbate sometimes while watching on her in her room or the bathroom. But I never "put the moves on her" or really even tried too. I just didn't get THAT from her. So I just admired her from afar, so to speak.

But also, during this time, we became friends and she would talk to me about stuff. Stuff like how some of the kids at school would tease her because her mom was gay.  About how she felt funny bringing kids to the house because of that (though she actually seemed to have lots of friends and was invited to their functions, like birthday parties. So it seems her mom being gay was more of an internal problem for her). And how "creepy' she would feel if Lori and Patty engaged in public displays of affection. Now, knowing them as I did, I am sure this didn't go beyond hand holding and the occasional peck on the lips or cheek. But to a kid that can be pretty...well...creepy. Though she said it didn't bother her too much when they would be affectionate at home. Anyway...

It was nearing about 6 months since I had met them and I was again babysitting Corey while the women were out. It was getting late (I was a bad babysitter. I often let Corey stay up until we heard the car pulling in and then she'd run to her bedroom and be asleep. But somehow, as a mom, this seldom fooled Patty) and they were due home within the hour. 

Somehow or other, the conversation between Corey and myself had again touched on Lori and her mother being in a relationship and some of the "gross" stuff Corey had seen (she actually "walked in on them" about two weeks earlier). Then the conversation turned to boys and boyfriends and did she have one (typical adult teasing on my part). I told she should have a bunch of boys after her since she was so pretty. I then asked her if she'd suck my cock while I licked her sweet little girl pussy. OK, the last part was in my mind and didn't get past my lips for her to hear. But they say it's the thought that counts.

Now don't ask me how, 'cause I don't remember, but somehow the conversation turned back to kissing and how different kisses feel from different people, for instance a mom versus a grandma, versus a boyfriend or girlfriend in her mom's and Lori's case.

Then, for some reason, I asked her if she'd like how it would feel to kiss me.

She kind of froze mid-thought and just looked at me for a few seconds...thinking. Balls, I thought, now I've done it. Geez, just wait until she tells her mom and Lori that I wanted to kiss her. Then, in all seriousness she said to me,

"But I kiss you all the time".

That was true. If you count a very fatherly peck on the cheek, with the occasional very rare peck on the lips, to say hello, goodbye, or good night to a friend or friend of the family as kissing me "all the time". 

But something in the way she looked at me, I could almost see the wheels of her mind spinning, said I should continue. And since this was THE first sign in months that I should, I did.

"Well, yes, but that's just like a brother. How would you like to know what it's like to kiss me if I were a boyfriend? Like your mom kisses Lori"

That was a mistake because it got a big ole "YUCK!" from her and a giggle. I again thought I blew it. 

But then she said, "No, I'd rather kiss you like a boyfriend."  

I wasn't sure what that meant. I guess it meant she didn't want to kiss like Lori and her mom did. I don't know. I just took out of it that she said she'd like to kiss me like a boyfriend. I could already feel the blood flowing to that special spot between my own legs. Add to it that I was dizzy and fuzzy headed with excitement and anticipation.

"OK", I said as matter-of-factly as I could, "have you ever kissed a boy like a boyfriend before?"

"No."

"OK. Well, let's see how you think you would kiss a boy if he was your boyfriend, and then we can go from there. OK?"

"OK." 

She had been sitting next to me Indian style on the sofa, now she kind of bounced around onto her knees so that she was facing me and looking at me. I guess waiting for instructions. Not having a plan for this moment (it happened kind of fast and I was taken a little by surprise), I decided the best thing to do was just to go for it in a matter of fact, instructional, fashion.

"OK, pucker your lips." She did. "That's good. OK, here goes". 

I leaned in a pressed our lips together. Hers were stiff and hard (as something else on me was getting to be) and unyielding on the contact. I gave her a chance to soften and relax a little, thinking that she'd follow my lead upon feeling my lips, before I broke the contact after about 10 seconds.

I won't go into the details here, there's no point. But basically I instructed her to relax a little and try to be softer. We kissed several more times, and I fine tuned her after each kiss. After about the 6th or 7th kiss she was dong pretty good on regular, close mouth kisses.

It was then that I explained to her a little about French kissing. I had learned, from the many other young girls I had been with before, that initially the idea of touching tongues is rather "gross" to them.  (In fact, there were a number of girls that while I was licking their pussies or rubbing my cock along their slits, or they kissing and/or licking my cock, or even my putting my cock some way inside their little girlhoods, that our tongues never met. All kisses were closed mouth. Funny, huh?) So I usually had to make a game of it at first of playfully sucking on each others lips and/or just touching the tips of the tongues.

In practices, with a young girl, this really works out much better than it reads, and so it did with Corey. About 10 or 12 minutes after we first started kissing, we were "sword fighting" with our tongues. Less than 5 minutes after that, once she got use to the tongue on tongue contact, there were some more sensual kisses.

From the start we had been at it for a little less than 20 minutes before we heard the car pull in.

Well, we jumped and she moved like grease lighting to her room. Just when I thought she was all settled, and I was trying to adjust myself so my boner would be less obvious in my jeans to the women when they came in, Corey ran back into the room and said, "I forgot to kiss you good night".

"You silly goose," I teased, "what do you think we've been doing?"

She just laughed and gave me a quick kiss and a hug. At which time I told her, "Come back out after your mom and Lori have gone to bed and we can finish the lesson."

"OK."

She said it. But I didn't believe it would happen. It was nearly midnight as it was when Lori and her mom walked in.

When Lori and Patty came in I could tell that they had had a little too much party that night. They seldom do, so they are allowed now and them. And thankfully they are both "happy drunks", so it wasn't long before the stumbled down the hall to their bedroom, and not too long after that that all was quiet in there.

By that time I had unfolded the sofa bed, as I did many times before when I had to stay so late watching Corey for them, and had stripped naked to stroke my cock with thoughts of Corey in my mind. I could hardly get over the sweetness of her kisses and my disappointment that we were interrupted, just as things were starting to get good.

After I wasted a huge load of my cum on my chest and stomach, I cleaned myself up, slipped my boxers back on, and climbed back into bed. Later I realized that I must have only been asleep for about 20 minutes before I was gently being shaken awake.

"Paul?  Paul? Are you awake?"

"C...Corey? What's the matter, sweetie?"

"You said to come back out when mom and Lori were asleep and you'd finish teaching me how to kiss."

Now I was wide awake. I didn't think she really would return. I thought she'd be asleep and that would be that. But I was glad she was here and, from the stirring between my legs, someone else was too.

So I tossed back the blanket and invited her into my bed. She climbed in, giggling, like we were both just a couple of girls at a slumber party.

"Shhh, we have to be quiet so we don't wake up your mom and Lori".

"Oh, OK" she replied in that loud whisper that little kids who don't whisper too well use. But it was better that talking fully out loud.

I'm gonna go kind of fast here, so you'll have to use your imagination to slow down these next events. I'll give you some rough times to help. I'm one of those people who are chronic clock checkers. So the times are pretty close to the actual.

Basically, when she climbed in with me, we snuggled and started kissing again. The contact was closer and slightly more intense that when we had been sitting on the sofa earlier. No doubt because there was less instruction on how to kiss needed for her, and being in the bed helped, too. 

So I drew her to me so that she was half on her side on the mattress and some on top of me. She had to spread her legs and straddle one of my thighs to be in this position, which allowed me to press my now ever-hardening erection against her upper thigh.

Soon, as we kissed, I had my hands running, slowly (always slowly and, as far as possibly, sensually), all over her back and down to her bottom, Which I squeezed softly several times.

Next my hand went up, inside, the back of her PJ top, while the other went down the back of her bottoms to rub and squeeze her pantied little butt. All the while I'm kissing her, not only on her lips, but about the face and neck as well. She, in turn, is trying to mimic my moves on me. We had been back at it for about 8 minutes now, when I rolled her over on her back.

Now I had a leg between her thighs as one hand/arm slipped under her neck (which I used to prop myself up on a little so I wouldn't crush her) while the other hand slid deftly around the inside of her PJ top and came to rest on her chest where her soon to be breasts were.

There was enough light in the front room to make out some features of our faces, so she smiled back at me when I smiled down to her. Slowly I began to rub my hand over her chest as I leaned and gave her a few kisses on her neck, then leaned back to look at her.

"Is it OK?" I asked her as my hand lazily drifted around her chest.

Now, I'm not sure what I meant by "it", so I am sure she didn't know either. I really didn't have anything particular, any plan really, in mind. Maybe "it" was the general sense of what we were doing up to this point. At any rate she nodded "yes".

With that I slowly removed my hand from underneath her PJ top and, with us looking into each others eyes, slowly began to unbutton her PJ top buttons.

Corey didn't move a muscle as I undid her top and spread the halves apart. For my part, I was dizzy with excitement as I exposed this little girl's chest.

One her top was parted, I slowly traced first around one nipple with my index finger then the other. I used a little figure 8 to go from one to the other and back again. 

I did this a few times in the space of a minute, before I lowered my face to her chest to give her right nipple a little kiss and lick before going to the left to do the same.

When I broke for a second to glance up at Corey her eyes were closed and her head back a little as if she were enjoying the whole thing. And, by her little moans, I think she was. 

I don't think it was the "sexual" feeling that an older girl or woman gets when you kiss and lick their breast area, more like how good it feels to have someone use their tongue and lips on most any part of one's body, which, for now , was good enough.

Soon I had drawn her back to me to where she was half on top again. Only this time, besides my erection rubbing between us, still separated my boxers and her PJ bottoms, we were bare chest to bare chest, and it felt wonderful.

My hands roamed as before. But this time, when I slipped one down inside her PJ bottoms, I slipped my hand inside her panties as well. She gave a minor start and pause at this, but was soon back into to our hugging and kissing. After a few minutes more, I rolled her back on her back and half lifted my self off her as she again returned the smile I gave her as my fingers roamed over her chest.

But this time I let them trace their way down to her tummy and dance lightly across the special spot between her legs for a few seconds before making their way back up.

Then, without saying a word, and while we were still looking at each other, I slowly pulled the sheet and blanket off us. This done, I leaned down and started kissing her chest again. This time I worked my way down to her lower tummy and kissed and slightly licked around that area and on either side of it before working my way back up.

That done, and still in silence, I unsnapped her PJ bottoms and tugged on the waist a little until Corey lifted her hips and allowed me to slip them off her.

Now my hand was moving in the area of her upper thighs. I rubbed first the outside then the inside with the tips of my three middle fingers before I again let them lightly dance over her little girl slit, now only protected by her panties. Still Corey did not move or say anything.

After a few moments of this, I gently disengaged from her (my left arm was still somewhat under her neck as I used it to keep myself propped up) and, as discreetly as I could, slipped off my own undershorts.

The heady feeling, the "electricity" if you will, was unreal as I now felt my exposed manhood rub against her leg as I snuggled back to her. Still unmoving, I thought it best to give her a little time to get used to where were at this point before going any further, so we snuggled and I kissed her all around some until she was relaxed enough to return the kisses and hugging. 

That really only took about 5 minutes, and it had now only been about 30 minutes since she first woke me up to continue her kissing lesson. 

Then, "Sweetie...I'm gonna take off your panties. OK?"

No response.

"See, I don't have mine on any more. So I think it's only fair if you don't have yours on. OK?"

Still no response.

Nonetheless... now I was very hot (my cock was really leaking by this time) to have this little girl naked next to my adult nakedness. It was a nasty thought that turned me on even more. So I just did it.

I slipped some finger down inside the sides of her panties and began to work them down, and I was a little surprised when Corey lifted her hips slightly to help me. But soon they were down and off and lost somewhere at the bottom of the bed.

Yeah, now would be a good time for Patty to come out and go to her daughter's room to check on her. I was hoping that the alcohol they had earlier would be enough to prevent that.

With her panties off and the sheets back, there was enough good light in the room for me to get a good look at her puffy little girl-ness as I slid my fingers back up her legs to lightly touch the outer lips of her girlhood.

I couldn't help myself at this point. If I hadn't masturbated to thoughts of her about an hour earlier, I surely would have cum right then and there at the sight and feel of her. It's happened before. That's why I always made sure to jack off before, even if I thought there was only a slight chance that I would be with some little girl, in some way, in any way, similar to the way I was with Corey now.

And I further couldn't help myself in that I now scooted down some in the bed, so that my head was nearly even with her hips, and I lowered my face toward her little girl pussy.

First I teased myself by kissing, for as long as I could, the areas about two or three inches above where her little slit began and all around her upper thighs. But I couldn't stand even that for too long. So it wasn't long before I was kissing her right on the top of her slit and working my way down with little kisses and licks between her legs.

Eventually I scooted her up some on the bed as I spread her legs, and scooted myself down even more, to get properly between them and lick her like the sweet woman-child she was.

By excitement was building more and more by the second. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I'd been with lots of girls by this time, and I usually got very excited and hot when I'm was with any of them. That's what sex is all about, right? 

But I seldom felt as out of control as I was feeling now. I wasn't really out of control (otherwise I would have just crawled up her little body at this point and jammed my cock down into her), but I felt like it, and I had to do...something. I had to have her, but how?

Actually, I kind love and hate when I get like this. I love it because of all the raw passion in brings out. I hate it because it is very easy to act impulsively and either frighten, or hurt, or both, a young girl. I had a few of those experiences when I was a younger girl-lover in my late teens and early 20s. I was a selfish lover, more often than not, then. But I think BOTH parties get more out of it when the man/adult is a more considerate lover. Otherwise it really is just molestation. No matter how old the female is. 

Still, sometimes one just has to "fuck the shit" out of someone, doesn't one? 

Anyway, I thought I had the solution to my current problem with Corey.

After spending about 5 minutes kissing and licking her little girl pussy, I kissed my way back up her tummy, to her chest, to her face, and once again tried to reengage her in our kissing and hugging and general snuggling. It worked, not as well as before, but it worked. 

It could have been my hard cock poking into her thigh and leaking all over her legs and lower tummy (I tried to keep it from brushing against her girlhood itself...lest I really did lose control and jam it into her). I'm sure I was leaving many "snail trails" all over her lower section.

We kissed and hugged for another 4 or 5 minutes before I rolled over on to my back pulling her nakedness fully on top of me.

My plan was for me to spread my legs, while keeping hers together, and to trap my cock between her thighs. Then I could just shift and move and rub and, essentially, masturbate myself between her legs, with the shaft and head of my cock rubbing on one side against her girlhood, until I came. Which I was sure would be very quickly. 

Actually, it wouldn't even be, essentially. It would be just that, actually masturbating myself between her thighs. I nearly came at that thought.

And this is how stupid this kind of passion makes you/me. Even with all my past experiences with girls from 2 to 14 (and older), I wasn't even concerned, at this point, about how Corey would take this or what kind of mess, on her, myself and the bedding, I would have clean up after. 

So, over we rolled. But then, it happened.  We ended up with her on top of me alright, but my legs were together, and her legs were spread, with the tip of my leaking cock poking her right in the center of her crotch.

"Oh, god."  Was all I could moan as if, having a will of its own, my prick was pulling my hips up to help it nudge its way into her girl-hole. And nudge it did.

At that point I'd just to have to say that I gave up and gave in. I went with the most natural of all feelings, that is, for a male to find his way into a female, or, to be more precise, for a man to find his way into a girl.

So, now, I took conscious control, back from my cock...somewhat, and started to gently push and nudge against her outer lips as I reached down with my hands over her ass to help spread her lips with my fingers and guide my cock to her opening.

At first I thought she was slick and wet, too slick and wet for a girl her age. The I realized that it was my own leaking that had dribbled down, and some into, her crack that made her feel that way just past where her lips parted. I nudged some more.

To my surprise, the tip of my cock head somewhat easily found the indent that was the bargaining opening to her little hole. But at this point it needed a little help. So I spread Corey's legs a little wider and, having nothing else at had, transferred some spit from my mouth to my finger to my prick/her pussy opening...and nudged some more. The head, by the feel, was now in.

"How do you feel, honey?"  I said to Corey, when I finally remembered her.

"Fine." was all she said, though somewhat weakly. Well, she seemed OK, so I pressed, that is to say, nudged, on.

I continued to lift my hips toward her while also applying liberal amounts of spit to the shaft of my stiff penis. Thankfully, the desire to cum had been lessened by the work involved of working my cock into her little hole. And work it in I did.

I also kept myself distracted by talking nasty, adult dirty talk to her from almost the time I realized my cock head had entered her;

"Oh, baby, your sweet little pussy feels so good around my cock. Is this the first stiff man's cock you've had in you? Oh, my adult man cock is going deeper and deeper into your little girl pussy. Oh, honey, tell 'daddy' you love his cock in you"

And I had her say some phrases back to me too.

"Oh, daddy, I love your cock going into me. Yes, fuck me. It feels so big and good down there."

90% of this would go right over her head for now.. But saying it and hearing it from her lips sure turned me on.

Then, I was inside her, ALL the way inside her. 

This was the fifth 7 year old girl that I had been able to get my cock all the way up inside of. Of the four before, after getting it all the way in, I was then only able to actually have full length, back and forth, in and out, intercourse with two of them. 

And it had taken longer, and with a couple of them more than one session, to get it all the way in there in each of them. With Corey, it took less than half the time. All the more remarkable considering the circumstances we were in.

After realizing that I was all the way to the balls up inside of her, I just lay there for a few moments and held her to me. I had one arm around her back and the other draped down across her lower back with my hand resting on her butt holding, pressing, her to me. I could feel both my heart and my cock pounding frantically.

"Oh, Corey" is all I could mutter to her as I kissed the side of her face with as much slow, deliberate and sensual passion as I was feeling. Then as if it again had a mind of its own, my cock started to slip back out of her. But only halfway until it reversed itself and was sliding back into her again. Going back in was slower than going out. But not as slow as it had been the first time going in. 

Then it was sliding slowly back out again, then back in. Then back out. Then back in. Then back out. Then back in. Then....

She really didn't have to move very much herself in aid of all this. Simply lowering my hips against the mattress and pushing them back up again accomplished this delicious movement all on its own. 

A couple of times I had to reach down and adjust her a little my taking hold of her hips and shifting her weight some. But other than that, after about the first 7 or 8 strokes, I was moving in and out with some degree of freedom. Of course, I always had to be a tad more careful going back in. Then, I got bolder.

I held her close to me as we rolled over, with me still inside her, and transferred my weight to my knees and arms.  She grunted and moaned a little at the movement but nodded her head when I asked if she was alright.

Once settled, with her below me, I again drew my cock back so the only the head was left in her. I would have left in just the tip as I sometimes do with older girl or adult women. But I've found, many times, if you take your cock out that much with girls under 12 or 13, it's the devil's own time getting it back in. As it was, pulling it back that far this time was almost a bad mistake - almost.

I worked my way back in, then settled for half strokes. 

I loved the feel of her pussy "sucking" on my cock as I pulled back. But I loved even more the feel of it clinging to me as it parted before my advancing cock head.  And I loved the feel of being all the way inside her with our pubic mounds pressed together and my balls as they slid along her ass. Her bare little girl mound felt wonderful against the well trimmed hairs of my adult man nest.

But all and all this was not to last. For I am only human and had gone way beyond the limits that I had ever thought before that I could endure. It had only been about 6 minutes since we rolled over for her to be on the bottom.  

Six blissful minutes while I enjoyed the heaven of being all the way inside this beautiful little girl as I stroked my cock to the balls several times over. Now, I was going to cum. The feeling was building, and building quickly.

So, as the feeling boiled up and over inside me, I slowly sank myself back down to be fully in her as I came.

I must have been there only about 15 seconds before my cock throbbed and expanded inside her to its fullest and pumped its cum, my cum, shot after shot, into her previously virgin girl-ness.

But no, a girl no more. For now, at 7 years old, she was a woman.