Preface to the story:    The story contained herein is about my sweet young friend, Salwa, a beautiful, intelligent Arabian girl I happened to meet around 1995. Since posting the story, I have been disappointed by a number of comments I received, not all comments by any means, most have been gracious, but a significant enough number for me to want to lead off the story with this preface addressing the particular comments to which I refer.

For a number of people, Salwa brought with her these implications:

    1. Because she was not of west European descent, she was "not like us."

    2. Because she was not from a Christian culture, she was "not like us."

    3. Because her parents were from a Middle Eastern culture, Salwa was "not like us."

These are bigotries, plain and simple. Just because a person begins a sentence with, "I'm not prejudiced, but...," does not make them any less prejudiced or bigoted.

People say, and no doubt believe, Salwa was different because her heritage was Muslim. Her family likely were Muslim, but I cannot confirm that because over the course of knowing them well for over two years, religion never came up. In particular, people have said either 1) that they do not believe the story because Salwa would never have "jeopardized her very life" by having premarital sex, or worse 2) that I jeopardized her life. People say such drivel because they are victims of reactionary ignorance. To think Salwa could be subjected to an "honor killing," which has come up twice, shows incredible ignorance of a culture other than their own. If these same people were themselves Muslim from Middle Eastern heritage, they would no doubt think Branch Davidians were representative of all Christians. Every religion has its own reactionary, far-out nuts: Islam is no different than Christianity in this regard. Religion was as important to Salwa's family as it is to the average upper class American family showing up at church once every Easter whether they feel like it or not.

Salwa was a little girl, and as I have repeated consistently, all little girls are the same when it comes to playing sex. Not just white little girls, not just Christian little girls, not just American little girls: ALL little girls everywhere on earth are the same when it comes to playing sex. The impulse is inborn; it comes from millions of years of evolution. A kitten has a natural impulse to play at stalking and pouncing so that as a cat it will be good at it. Likewise, every animal, including human animals, has an impulse to play sex as children, so that when they become adults they will be good at it. This seems to be a difficult concept for some people to comprehend, and for that I have no explanation.

Salwa was somewhat distinguished from typical American families in that in hers discipline and conduct had rigid standards. However, I have known girls from strong Christian families which were every bit as rigid and disciplined as Salwa's. And I can add that little girls from such families are much more excited than normal when they do get the opportunity to play the sex games which are so sternly prohibited in their normal life. Salwa was certainly no exception. She was a sweet, highly intelligent, beautiful, and normal little girl.

With these comments in mind, please enjoy Salwa's story.

After my youngest daughter went away to college, I moved out of my house, leaving my wife of 20 years. It had nothing to do with lack of love, but it did have to do with lack of a love life with her. I simply was not interested in sex with her or any other grown woman. With our daughters more or less on their own, I thought it was high time to give my wife a decent chance of finding a good man while she still had her beauty and figure, while I went on unencumbered to enjoy the sex life I have always loved, playing with little girls. I moved into a nice family style apartment complex not very far from our home so my wife, soon to be ex-wife, felt comfortable she could call if she needed me and I would be there in minutes. The complex I moved into was fairly new, about 100 two-storied units with one to three bedrooms, an average of about 6 units per building. I chose a two-bedroom unit which I hired to be decorated and finished out before moving in. The complex was well-landscaped with the pool not too far from my unit.

Not long after moving in, I happened upon the couple who lived a couple of doors down from me, more or less bumping into them as they were coming home just as I was leaving. I introduced myself to the man and his wife as their new neighbor, and they immediately invited me in for a coffee. They were a very nice looking, fairly young couple, immigrants from Saudi. The man had first entered the States on a student visa, got his degree in one of those fields the State Department lists as "critical," entitling him and his wife to a permanent visa. Like most Saudis, they were quite Americanized, and I feel sure had been living that way in Saudi before coming to the US. From his confident demeanor, I also felt sure the man had been one of the many princes in Saudi, receiving his beautiful wife through an arranged marriage between families. They had 3 children who very dutifully and politely came up to be introduced as soon as we were seated. The first was an 11 year old girl who was astonishingly pretty with her long dark hair over her dark eyes, tall with beautiful olive skin. Next was a boy of 8, followed by a little girl of 6, both of whom were extremely pretty kids. The children were mannerly and very obedient, disappearing up the stairs as soon as their introductions were over.

A few days later, I encountered the wife again as she was bringing the kids home from school. Again I stopped to say hello, and we had a nice chat. I asked where the children attended school, learning as I had expected it was the same school my daughters had attended so I was able to ask about teachers and staff I recalled from their days. I asked how well the children were assimilating since the school was new to them, and she told me the little ones were doing fine finding friends and so on but the 11 year old was still missing her previous school. I told her I was well aware of how cliquish kids became by the 5th and 6th grades, particularly in that school, and so could well sympathize with her daughter's plight. She also volunteered the girl was struggling somewhat with the new math she was learning, and while her husband was adept at math, he did not do well helping her (and I could well imagine how demanding he likely was), plus with his new position in his company he was having to travel frequently. I reminded her I taught science at the university, and that it would be an honor if I would be allowed to assist her. After several minutes of her worrying over bothering me with such trifles, she agreed to speak to her husband that evening about it. "Wow," I thought, "they may look completely Americanized, but they have not yet reached the level of acculturation for a woman to be allowed even the simplest of decisions."

Around 7 that evening, the father knocked on my door, coming in to graciously go about the usual diplomacy of first saying he would not dream of bothering me with something as trifling as helping his daughter, waiting for me to ensure him it was no bother but a pleasure, and then accepting my invitation, asking how I would like to go about assisting the girl. I suggested that the following day the girl use the time after school to finish her other homework, have dinner, and then join me so that we could have a couple of uninterrupted hours of work. I told him on the first night I would evaluate the girl's level of competence, and then report back the following day so we could set up a routine to assist her based on what guidance I thought she needed to attain the level of competency I knew he would expect from his obviously very intelligent daughter.

"God, how sweet is this," I thought after he had left. I have barely moved out of my home to live on my own, and this man hands me his beautiful, luxurious daughter on a silver plate.


The next evening about 6:30 the girl Salwa knocked on my door, and again I was struck by what an incredible olive-skinned beauty she was, tall for 11, over 4 feet 6 inches, and perfectly figured for a girl her age. She was just beginning to blossom, hips curving out slightly over legs that were no longer a child's but with a woman's well shaped curves. She wore a smart light blue knit polyester scooped neck tank top over darker blue fitted polyester shorts, and behind the smooth fabric of her top I could see the sprouting buds of her coming breasts. As we chatted inside the door a few minutes, I realized that while she was very polite, she was not shy, just obedient. She followed me upstairs to my second bedroom which was set up for use both as a guest bedroom and my home work area. We spent a good hour or more going over her math assignments, as well as her science work, and then I suggested we go back down to my kitchen for a drink and conversation.

As we sipped a soft drink and munched a cookie or two, I told her I could see she was a very bright girl, which was absolutely true, but I could see also she did not have a proclivity toward either math or science. At that she looked down, blushing slightly. I told her I intended to suggest to her father that she be allowed to come to my house twice a week for a couple of hours on school days as well as spend the next several Saturday mornings with me until she gained proficiency, and then we could re-evaluate how much time she needed with me. I asked if she agreed and would be willing to put in that much effort. She began by telling me how much she intended to work hard to please her parents as well as herself, and then begin to apologize for her lack of competency, which I cut short, telling her it was not unusual for kids, especially girls, to have problems with math and science but she was a very smart girl who with a little help would master it. She told me how grateful she was for my help.

After we had dispensed with these formalities, I said, "Now Salwa, I would like to spend our remaining time this evening getting to know each other better. I understand from your mother it is taking time to get used to your new school, making new friends and so on, and I know that can feel lonely and left out, not a pleasant feeling. I'm new here as well and have no friends, either, so maybe we could help each other. I don't have anyone to talk to; you don't have anyone to talk to. If you want, we can simply be Jim and Salwa, a couple of friends doing a little homework together. Can you think of me not so much as your teacher but your friend helping you with your math? Do you think you could do that? I know I would like someone around to talk to when I'm feeling a little lonely, and I bet you would to. Can you think of me as your friend Jim?" She seemed a little startled at that, but regained composure to say, "No, I would be happy to call you Jim if you want." She thought for a second and added, "But I hope you won't mind if I address you properly around my parents." She blushed slightly, saying, "They're a bit old-fashioned." I laughed. "I understand completely, Salwa."

She thought about what else I had said. "And you want to be my friend?" she clarified.

"Yes," I answered. "I would like very much if you and I can be good friends. Will you be my friend?"

She smiled, this time with a bit of coyness, and said, "Yes, that sounds nice, Jim. Thank you."

"Good," I said. "Now would you mind coming around to sit on my lap? I want to ask about school."

She smiled sweetly, jumping up to come around to sit in my lap. Reaching out to take her waist, I spread my legs to sit her between them close into me, feeling her gorgeous long bare leg against my crotch. With an arm around her waist and the other laying across her legs so that my hand pulled her outer leg closer, I said, "Did you know my daughters went to that same school? All the girls group up and won't let anyone else in. Snobby little bitches." I wanted to use a little language for bonding with her.

She blushed a little, still smiling, and said, "Yeah, the girls kind of stay away from me. I try to be friendly but they won't talk to me much."

"You don't think it's because you're Arab, do you?" I asked.

Her eyebrows lifted. "I hope not," she said.

"No," I said. "More likely because you're so fucking much prettier than they are."

She blushed and giggled.

"And the boys are all dickheads, aren't they?" I said. "I remember how those little shitheads were, too."

Now she was giggling. "Yeah, they are," she agreed.

"Well, they'll warm up after they get to know you better," I said. "Who knows how long that will take, but meanwhile you and I can be the best of friends, okay?"

She smiled, showing her perfect sparkling white teeth against the smooth olive complexion of her face, as she looked up into my eyes. "That would be so nice," she said.

"And I want us to have fun, too," I added. "You need to have some fun, too, don't you?"

She giggled. "Sure," she said.

"And I'm not at all sure your parents would understand your being friends with an old man like me," I said, "so maybe we should keep all this between us? What do you think?"

Now she laughed heartedly. "No, I already thought of that," she said. "No way would my parents understand. They still think kids belong out of sight."

I laughed. "I thought so," I said, looking down to run my fingers up and down her legs. "Damn, Salwa," I said, "you have the nicest, smoothest skin I ever touched. It's as pretty as you are. Does your mother have smooth, silky skin like this?" I asked.

"Mommy does have really, really pretty skin," she answered, giggling. "You really think it's pretty?" she asked.

"Oh, yes I do," I answered, now wrapping my fingers around her thighs as I felt up and down her legs, one after the other.

"Anyway," I said, looking back up at her. "We should have our own private club, don't you think? Kind of like those little bitches at school. What do you think?"

She laughed and said, giggling, "I guess so."

"Let's do it," I said. "Our own private club. Let's seal it with a kiss," I added. Looking thoughtful a moment, I looked up at her to ask, "Do Arab girls know how to kiss?"

She giggled. "Of course we do, silly," she said. "We kiss all the time."

"Good, " I said. "I thought you did. Do you know about sealing promises with a kiss?"

"N-o-o-o," she said thoughtfully. "I haven't heard of that. Is it kind of like taking an oath?"

"Exactly," I said. "That's exactly what it is, an oath. In our club we promise always to be nice to each other, and we seal our promise with a kiss, okay?"

"Sure," she giggled.

I pushed her from my lap to stand in front of me, pulling her around to face me. Without prompting she wrapped her arms around my neck as I pulled her toward me, and I said, "It has to be a good one, okay?" She giggled as our faces came together. "Okay," she agreed, and I felt her arms tightly around my neck as our lips came firmly together. My hands dropped down to her pretty hips and on around to clasp her firm little butt cheeks as we kissed, squeezing my fingers around each firm little cheek. She did not seem to mind.

Breaking the kiss, I moved my hands up behind her shoulders to keep her face close, and letting my fingers massage her pretty shoulders said, "Wow, your lips are so sweet, Salwa. Did you know your lips were sweet?" Looking her up and down as I held her in place, I added, "Jesus, you are one gorgeous girl, Salwa. You are incredibly hot," locking my fingers behind her to let my hands drop down behind her knees, pulling them into me.

She blushed, not used to such direct compliments. "Thanks," she giggled, her arms still wrapped around my neck.

"Let's kiss some more," I said. "Want to?"

"Sure," she giggled as she leaned into me, her arms again wrapping tighter as my hands on her shoulders guided her in.

Our lips met and after we had kissed a moment, I stopped to ask, "How about giving me a big girl kiss. Do you know how to do that?"

A quizzical look came over her face as she asked, "Big girl kiss? I don't know what you mean."

"You just do what I do when we kiss," I said, knowing full well she was about to react but also knowing this particular little girl did not feel close to having the authority to disagree with an adult. "Kiss me again and just do what you feel me doing, okay?"

As she leaned in to press her lips on mine, I moved one hand behind her head to hold it in place, knowing she would jump when she felt my tongue. I pressed the tip of my tongue between her lips and against her pretty teeth, feeling her head jerk back from surprise but holding it to me and continuing. Pressing my tongue insistently into her teeth, I waited for her response. I felt her jaw slacken slightly allowing me to push on inside to find her tongue. As she felt my tongue continuing to push and prod hers, she realized what she was supposed to do and began to push back. Soon our tongues were playing, carefully at first, but as she adjusted to the feel and began to become accustomed, she began to respond more and more until I could sense her beginning to enjoy the experience, and I moved both my hands back down over her butt cheeks to pull her tight against me, my fingers kneading into her firm flesh.

I broke the kiss to ask, laughingly, "How was that, Salwa? You're good at that, and goodness, you taste so sweet."

Her eyes were wide with shock. "Wow," she said, looking at me. Finally she giggled. "I've never done anything like that before."

"Was it fun?" I asked. "We said we were going to have fun together, so what do you think? Was it fun?"

She thought about it for a moment. Then giggling, she said, "Yeah, but boy, my parents would really be upset if they knew!"

I laughed. "But they aren't going to know, are they?" I said. "Want to do it some more? I do. You're really good at it."

She thought and then giggled. "Okay," she agreed.

As we began again, I pulled her body around so the side of her hip was against my crotch and my arm went around her shoulder, pulling her tighter. We kissed until I felt her arms pulling me tighter as she got more and more into it, and then laid the palm of my hand against the silky smooth surface the knit shirt against her tummy. From there I pushed the hand around and down over her hip, down the outside of her thigh to her knee where I forced my fingers between her legs and brought my hand slowly up, fingers firmly grasping the inside of her thigh. As my fingers came up her thigh, I could tell from the passion of her kiss it was having the intended effect. She was beginning to warm fast. My hand rose on up her thigh until the top of my hand pressed into her crotch with my thumb, under her shorts, resting on panties covering her pussy mound, pressing into her as it slowly circled to make its presence felt.

Breaking the kiss, I asked, "How does that feel, Salwa? It feels like you're having fun."

Breathing hard, she looked at me in wide-eyed amazement. I glanced at her chest and said, "Oh look, your nipples are poking out." I laughed, laying my hand on her chest to take one between my fingers to play with. "Do they get that way when you get excited?" I asked.

She giggled, blushing. "Yeah, sometimes," she admitted.

"Wow, they look really good like that," I said. Pushing my fingers under her knit top I pushed my hand up to feel the flesh of the puffy little nipples and massage the budding breast. "You're going to have pretty boobs just like your mommy, Salwa," I said. "They really feel nice." Blushing and giggling, she watched my hand move from one little breast to the other. "I cannot believe what silky smooth skin you have, Salwa," I said. "It is fucking beautiful!" She giggled and blushed as I felt her up, and then I said, "Okay, now we have to kiss some more. I want to kiss you while I play with your nipples," and without waiting, drew her lips back to mine and plunged my tongue inside her.

My fingers continued to play with her nipples, my arm wrapped around her shoulders to hold her in place while I waited for her to get back into it. When I felt her arms wrap tighter around my neck and her breath deepening, I let go of her shoulders and found the elastic waistband in the back of her shorts and pushed my hand inside to feel her smooth nylon panties as my fingers wrapped around her firm little butt cheek. Feeling and massaging one butt cheek and then the other, I broke our kiss to say, "Fuck, Salwa, your ass feels so very good," and I sunk my tongue back into her to resume. I brought my hand back up her back and under her hair to hold her neck and head firmly against me as my front hand dropped down from her chest and over her tummy, on down to wrap around her pussy mound, my fingers pressing up to the slit I knew was underneath her. She jerked and pushed back when she felt my hand down there, but I held her lips firmly in place as my fingers began to massage the slit through the crotch of her shorts.

She continued to struggle as I continued slowly stroking her little slit. Slowly her struggling eased, and after a few more moments I could feel her arms tightening around my neck again. I brought my hand back down inside the elastic waistband of her shorts, this time slipping inside the elastic of her panties to caress her bare butt cheeks under the silky panties. I could feel her heat increasing as her little hips began to move with my finger.

Bringing both hands around, my fingers undid the hook on the waistband of her shorts and unzipped them. As I pulled open the shorts, she broke the kiss to look down. "What are you doing?" she asked, her breath panting hard.

"I want to feel your pussy," I said. Her eyes went wide in shock and as I felt her arm begin to come from around my neck, I said firmly, "No, no, Salwa. Keep your arms around my neck." She stopped moving at the command. I was looking at her brilliant white nylon panties, a strip of lace coming up across them from her left leg opening to the waist on the right. "Damn, those are gorgeous panties, Salwa," I said in awe. "I love them," I added as my fingers began to feel them over her lower tummy. "God, they feel so nice, Salwa," I added, and picked her knee up, bending it and laying it on my thigh to open her crotch. She did not resist, but her excited eyes were wide with worry. I slipped my hand over her mound and pulled my fingers up into the panty crotch, feeling her warm wet slit inside. As I began to stroke the slit, I looked up to Salwa's disbelieving eyes as she stared down at my hand and said softly, "Damn, Salwa, you are one hot, sexy girl. Can you feel how wet your pussy is?"

Her mouth was hanging open as she watched my hand inside her shorts. I pressed my middle finger on up into the slit, continuing to stroke. With a soft chuckle I said, "Your panties are getting soaked, Salwa." With her mouth still open, she brought her wide eyes back up to mine. Continuing to stroke her slit, I said, "We better stop now so we can get you calmed down before you go home." Pulling my wet finger out of her crotch I reached up to tweak her swollen nipple and said with a laugh, "We don't want you going home with these cuties poking out like this, do we?"

Laughing as I zipped up her shorts, I said, "Now, we really had some fun tonight, didn't we?"

Waiting for an answer, she finally shook her head as if waking from a daze, and said, "Wow."

Again I laughed, this time giving her a hug. "I'll walk you home in a minute," I said, "and talk to your father. Are your legs a little shaky?" I stood her in front of me, holding her by the hips and watching her body. I looked up to her face and smiled. "Tomorrow when you come over, we'll work really hard on your math so we have time to have some more fun together. Think you'll be ready for that?"

Her eyes looked blankly at me. "Let's get a drink to calm down and then we'll go outside awhile for some fresh air before we go inside your house, okay?"


The next evening when I opened the door, she wore a cute straight necked knit tank top and nylon shorts over black spandex shorts. "Hi, Salwa," I said. "Goodness, you look cute again today!" She smiled hesitantly as she walked in.

I laughed, saying, "Say, 'Hello, Jim,' Salwa."

"Hello, Jim," she giggled, blushing slightly as she dropped her head. I lifted her chin to kiss her lightly on the lips and say, "Let's get upstairs and get to work," leading her toward the stairs. Walking up the stairs, I turned to ask, "Bet you played with your pussy last night in bed, didn't you?"

She blushed deep red, absolutely gorgeous against her smooth, beautiful olive skin. I laughed and continued on up the stairs.

I stayed focused as we worked hard for the next hour. Finally I closed her book and handed it to her. "There," I said. "You are a good, hard worker, Salwa," I continued, smiling brightly at her, "a pleasure to work with." I meant that: she was an excellent student. "Come here now, honey," I said, and not waiting, took her hand to pull her over on to me, spreading my legs to sit her inside them and wrapping an arm around her, pushing a hand between her spandex covered legs to give the inside of her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Tell me what you think today about the game we played last night, will you?" I asked.

She giggled softly, blushing slightly in answer, her head dropping to her chest.

"So do you want to play some more tonight?" I asked.

Again she giggled softly, her head still on her chest.

"Do you want to kiss some more?" I asked with a chuckle, my hand squeezing high on the inside of her thigh, my other hand around her holding her hip.

Another soft giggle, her head still on her chest. Her shoulders gave a small shrug. "This girl has trouble saying no to adults," I thought. Lifting her face to me I kissed her lips sweetly. Pulling her around to me, I said, "Okay, wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me."

She did as instructed and brought her lips down on mine. Our lips touched for a few moments, and I said, "It's your turn, Salwa. My tongue is waiting for yours to come play." I pulled her lips back to mine and waited. I felt her tongue tentatively pressing into my lips, and I waited. Her tongue pressed its way between my lips and as it reached my teeth, I opened them to let it in and find my waiting tongue. As our tongues began to play I reached a hand up to play with her nipples while pushing the other hand inside the shorts to massage her spandex covered butt cheek.

As I felt her beginning to get into it, I broke the kiss to say, "Let's get these off," pulling her shorts down, "I want to feel you." As her leg lifted to kick the shorts away, I slipped my hand over her pussy mound and she looked down to my hand and then up to my face. I smiled as I pulled her lips back to mine and sunk my tongue into her. Soon I felt her arms tighten around my neck as my fingers stroked into her slit. I reached down and bent her knee up on to my leg again to open her crotch and this time she simply kept kissing. With my hand around her hips, my fingers holding the flesh of her butt cheek under the spandex, I began to rock her hips into my finger and soon I could feel she was moving them herself.

Slipping my arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees, I stood, lifting her to carry her over to the small guest bed. Her eyes went wide as she saw what I was doing. Sitting her on my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed, I said, "Relax, honey, we might as well be more comfortable. I laid back, still holding her to me as I laid my head on the pillow and stretched out, carrying her little body on top of me. Pulling her over to lay face down on top of me, I could see the frightened concern in her wide eyes. "Is this scaring you a little?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, a little I guess," she said, trying to giggled.

"Good," I laughed. "It will make you more excited that way." Her small giggle was nervous.

"Wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me," I said with a laugh, knowing again the girl was conditioned to accept commands. She did as instructed, and I waited as we kissed, my hands and fingers softly kneading into the firm flesh of her butt cheeks under the spandex. Keeping my body as relaxed as possible, soon I could feel the intensity returning as her arms tightened around my neck. Reaching down I pulled both knees from on top of me down to plant them into the bed by my sides. Pushing my hand under her I began stroking her slit through the spandex crotch, pressing my finger more and more firmly up into the slit. My hand slipped under her top to caress the skin of her back, circling and massaging all the way up to her shoulders before returning for my fingers to find the waistband of the spandex and slip under, find the waistband of her panties and slip inside to caress the naked skin of her butt cheeks. The passion of her kiss increased and I slipped my fingers on her bare butt cheek down her crack and on underneath to find her wet little slit and take over the stroking. As she felt my finger entering her slit her arms tightened on around my neck as she plunged her tongue into me. Her hips were working now.

As my fingers slipped under the waistband of her spandex shorts to push them down, she lifted her head to look at me. "We need these off," I said. "Pull your legs back up so I can get them down." She looked at me a moment, and then lifted her legs back on to mine so I could lower the shorts. I could push them down past her knees with her flat on top of me, and she began kicking her legs to get them on off. As she did, I let my fingers feel over the silky smoothness of the panties on her butt and shaped little girl hips.

"I want to see your panties," I said, rolling her over to lie beside me. Sitting up on my elbow I gazed at a gorgeous pair of black panties, a rose embroidered over the right leg opening. "Black," I said softly, my hand reaching down to caress them against the flat of her tummy and over her pussy mound. "Holy fuck, those are so damn sexy, Salwa," I said with a smile.

She giggled softly, her hands raised under her chin. With my hand cupped around her mound, I said, "Lift your knee, honey, I want to feel your pussy." In a moment I saw the knee coming up, opening up her crotch for me, and I pushed my fingers into her crotch to begin stroking her. Pressing my finger inside her wet little slit, I looked down at her, her head resting on my arm. Smiling down, I said, "That feels really good, doesn't it?" She looked at me, her fingers over her mouth. Still looking down on her, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of the panties and down over her bare mound to feel the flesh of her wet slit. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt my hand inside her panties and I smiled as my finger entered inside the slip and began to stroke, circling her swollen clit with each stroke. "Your pussy feels so very good, honey," I said softly. I felt her hips move slightly with my finger, and I chuckled. "It likes my finger," I said, "can you tell?"

She giggled a little, softly and nervously, under her fingers. Looking down at her, I said, "Take your top of, honey, I want to see your nipples." Her wide, excited eyes stared up at me. "Take your top off, honey," I repeated. Her hands slowly moved to the bottom of the top and she began pulling it up over her head, quickly returning down on my arm and bringing her arms in to cover the budding breasts. "Put your arms over your head so I can look at them, honey," I said. She looked at me with her wide, excited, little girl eyes. "Put your arms over your head," I repeated. Slowly she lifted her arms to reveal her swollen nipples sitting atop the slightly raised flesh of her budding breasts.

My head bent down to suckle the puffy nipple, then circle and toy with it with my tongue as my hand in her slit continued its work. As my head moved down to suckle the other nipple, I felt her hands on my head and realized she felt a little more comfortable this way, with my eyes off her naked body. As my tongue continued to toy with her nipples I could feel her hips beginning to move in rhythm with my finger, and I made sure her clit was feeling every stroke.

As her hips moved more, I could feel the tension leaving her body as sensation took over. I began increasing the speed of my finger, feeling her hips stay in rhythm as they thrust harder and harder into my finger. My face on her chest felt her body temperature rising and her breaths getting faster and more shallow. I looked up to see her mouth open, panting, as her wild blank eyes stared forward, her face shining from the gathering perspiration. "You're hot, Salwa," I said softly. Her blank eyes looked at me. "You've never been this hot before, have you, honey?" I asked.

"Unh-unh," she grunted as her hips continued to hump hard into my finger.

"You can feel your orgasm coming up, can't you?" I asked. "You want to orgasm, don't you, honey?"

"Uh-huh," she panted, her blank eyes still on me as her hips pumped hard.

Leaning forward, I kissed her lips sweetly and whispered, "I'm going to take your panties off now, honey, and then you're going to give me a big orgasm." She continued to look at me, her hips stopping as I pulled my finger out. Sitting up, I reached down to pull her panties down over her feet and off. Now as I traced up her naked body with my fingers, she showed no trace of nervousness at being naked with me. Her blank eyes just watched my hands running over her. I slipped my arm under her shoulders as I lay back down beside her on my side, pulling her shoulder up so we faced.

My hand trailed down her side, coming to rest on her naked hip. "Put your leg over on top of me," I said softly. Kissing her lips, I added, "Give me your pussy and I'll give you your orgasm." Her tongue circled her dry lips as she laid her leg over me, her eyes on mine. I reached down between her legs to find her hot, wet, slippery slit and began to stroke again. At once her hips were going again, and I said, "It wants out, honey. Your orgasm wants out so you relax and let it out." I was working her clit hard and fast now, and her hips bucked to keep up.

I watched her beautiful face as the orgasm began to rise. Beads of sweat covered it now as her mouth hung open, her breath gulping with every thrust of her little hips. God, I love watching a little girl in pure, animal lust. She was making little moans with each thrust now, and I pulled her face next to mine. "I'm going to give my big girl a big orgasm," I whispered. "Are you ready for it?"

"Uh-huh," she gasped, barely breathing now as her hips fucked my finger hard and fast.

"Give me your hand," I whispered, taking her hand in mine to guide down inside my shorts. Her eyes grew wide and wild as I wrapped her fingers around my pulsing cock. "Squeeze it, honey," I whispered. "Imagine it's my cock inside you, fucking you and fucking you hard." Her wide eyes, wild with excitement, stared blankly at me as she humped hard, holding my cock for dear life as she did. I watched her eyes as a glaze of pure lust came into them. Leaning back to her ear, I whispered, "I'm fucking you, honey, feel me fucking you hard." The excitement in her little body went through the roof as her hips were bucking off the bed to ram into my finger. Her whole body trembled and shook with anticipation. "It's here, baby," I whispered, "your orgasm is here." She was gasping and clutching as her hips continued to pound. "Cum for me, baby," I whispered, "give it to me, you little whore. Fuck me, you nasty little cunt." She was groaning and gasping, her little body shaking wildly. "Fuck me and cum. Cum now, cum right now." With a short, high pitched shriek, her body went into spasm with the first wave of the orgasm. Her breath caught in her throat as her back arched up, shaking and shuddering. "Let it run through you, baby, feel it, feel it go through you," I said as the first wave finished, the next bringing her straight back up with another soft shriek. "Let it have you, big girl," I said, "give your nasty body to it. Let it take you, little slut." She shrieked softly and her breath caught as another spasm surged through her. Over and over the spasms surged, lifting her into ecstatic pain from their intensity, until at last she collapsed back, chest heaving as she gasped and moaned softly, her body limp.

"Good girl," I said sweetly. "You did a good job, baby. That was a really good one."

Her eyes were blank, her chest heaving, as I stood and stripped off my clothes. Reaching under her I pulled her limp body to the middle of the bed and straightened it on her back. I lifted her back knee and pushed it over to open her crotch. Sitting by her hip, I slid my finger back into her hot slit and found her hole. Pressing into her, my finger stopped at the first knuckle. I moved it around and pressed on in to the middle knuckle and circled more to stretch her more before shoving it on inside her. From above she watched down her body, twitching as she felt the finger go inside. I slowly began to finger fuck her and looked up to see her blank eyes watching, her chest continuing to heave. "You did good, honey," I said. "You had a wonderful orgasm, didn't you?" She continued to gasp for air as she watched. "I'm finger fucking you now," I said. "You feel my finger inside you?" She watched below for a moment before nodding her head slightly. "I'm opening up your pussy so I can fuck you soon," I said, continuing to finger fuck. She looked at my eyes, her body still completely limp. I pulled out my finger to insert my thumb, pressing harder and harder until it entered her, bringing a slight twitch in her body as it did. Reaching my fingers under her butt, I began to pull my thumb down, stretching her hymen harder and harder. "This is going to feel uncomfortable, honey," I said, "but I'll stop when it begins to hurt, okay? Just stay relaxed." I pulled down harder and harder until I heard a low moan above. Looking up, her body lay limp but from her eyes I could see that was enough. "Okay, that's all," I said. "Let me hold it here for a minute and then I'll take it out." Her eyes continued to stare at my face as I held my thumb in place. Pulling my thumb from her pussy, I said, "That's enough, baby." Lying down beside her again, I ran my fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her damp face as my hard cock fell across her leg just below her hip.

Her eyes looked down on my throbbing cock as her body began to tremble a little from the cold brought on as it cooled. I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her to stay warm. Knowing she could feel my hard cock pressing into her leg below, I whispered, "Rest, honey, and then I'm going to let you suck me off so I'll feel good too."

After 5 minutes or so, I rolled over on to my back, pulling Salwa on top of me as I rolled. Lifting her head with my hands, I gave her a sweet kiss, and then pushing her little body down mine, I said, "Time for you to suck my cock, honey. Tonight you'll go to bed with a tummy full of cum."


When I walked her back home that night, I asked her mother if I could have her early Saturday morning, telling her if we worked hard, then perhaps Saturday we could take off to do some swimming with her little brother and sister.

Salwa was eager that Saturday morning for another huge orgasm, and after she had it, I was able to slide my cock inside her and fuck her for the first time. An hour later I brought her to the tip of an orgasm with my tongue on her clit so that when I slipped my cock into her, the very feel of it inside filling up her pussy sent her over the top into a huge orgasm, her little cunt shutting down on my cock like a vise. We were able to fuck twice more that morning before it was time for lunch. After lunch we took the kids to the pool, and were able to sneak off twice for two more good fucks before the day ended.

Salwa and I were neighbors for over a year before her father bought a house and they moved. During that year we fucked often, and Salwa had the pleasure of watching her little brother and sister swallow my cock. Other than Lexi, Salwa was probably the most gorgeous little girl I ever played with, and certainly one of the very best at playing.

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