Be Prepared

The air was warm, the sun not overpowering, the reflection of the sky a still blue on the water. The lake was still cool, and Abby's fingers left a small wake that merged with the canoe's larger ripples as I paddled us toward the island.

Not many people knew about this little island, even fewer that it was a great little spot for wild camping. So few others, in fact, that I tended to think of it as *my* island, my little bolt-hole, my escape from the rest of the world. Lake, distant mountains, sunshine, and no people. Well, none apart from Abby.

Abby had never been anywhere quite so far from anywhere else before, and indeed it had taken a deal of persuasion to bring her with me. She was mad keen, though, and I'd feigned just the right degree of no-skin-off-my-nose indifference, and the combination had clearly worked, because here she was, lying in the bows, pink shirt, old white shorts that were that *little bit* too small for her, and her hand trailing in the water as she gazed ahead to our destination.

I brought the canoe round to the east side of the island, a tiny affair barely fifty yards across with a few willows, plenty of undergrowth and a great little shingle beach around its southern shore. I brought the boat carefully into the shallows and asked Abby to jump out. She did so, a little too vigourously, rocking the canoe somewhat, but I'd been expecting that. She splashed onto the beach as I ran the canoe onto the softer part and climbed out to moor it to a coupe of stout tent pegs.

"Well," I said, "here we are. Uncle Dave's Secret Island!" I laughed and she grinned back. "Is it really yours?" she asked, looking around. "Well, no," I replied, hauling the first bag from the boat, "but I've never see signs of anyone else here. If you go along the beach about half way and go right you'll find a cut-through the bushes and there's a clear grassy space where I usually pitch. You should find two crossed sticks stuck in the ground - if they're still there, then no-one else has been here since I was last year."

Abby wandered off to look. I watched her butt in her old, tight shorts for a little and smiled, then went back to unloading the boat. I heard her shout of "Yep, here they are!" as I carried the first bags up the beach. Sure enough, two crossed sticks marked the "gateway" to my broad grassy campsite, cleared many years ago and looking not too badly overgrown at all.

Abby turned and grinned at me. "Are we really going to camp here for the weekend?" she asked. "You bet," I replied, and she gave a little whoop. She ran over and threw her arms around me. "You're the best Uncle Dave!" she laughed. "Best what?" I asked, hugging her back, delighting at her lithe young body, firm and soft at the same time. My right hand hugged her low, squeezing her gorgeous little butt. I don't think she noticed.

"Can I go explore?" she asked. "Sure, baby, you can't get lost. Just watch for stinging nettles is all."

I set about the taller weeds with the little sickle from my camp-tool case, cutting the pitch back to short grass and leaves. I spread the big picnic rug as a kind of front yard and soon had the quick-pitch tent up. It was a small domed affair, technically for four and plenty roomy for two, especially when one of them was only a little girl. I'd unrolled the sleeping bags to let them uncompress, and I was contemplating the logistics of snuggling two of us into my bag, fitted together like spoons, a teaspoon in front and a serving spoon behind - a serving spoon with a hardon most likely --- when I heard her return.

She was beaming with please, flushed and pink with only a few scratches around her knees. "It's wonderful! Oh thank you again Uncle Dave!" She jumped up to hug me this time and I caught her under her butt, holding her up. She squeezed me tight then kissed me, a good honest kiss on the lips. I gazed into her eyes and kissed her back, feeling my cock stirring under my shorts.

"Mmm." Abby closed her eyes and hugged me again, squirming delightfully in my arms. Then she slid down. "Can I swim?" she asked. "Well, yes, but let me come with you --- it's deep and cold in the middle there."

She reached up to kiss my cheek, then hurried to unbutton her old pink shirt. I stripped off my own as she wiggled out of her shorts, revealing her favourite big-flowery one-piece swimsuit. I followed her as she ran back to the beach and scampered down into the water. I passed her as she tiptoed in, throwing myself in a long dive that both got on with the initial shock of the cool water for me, and splashed her at the same time. She squealed. "You pig!" she yelled. I just laughed and splashed her again, then dived toward her underwater. I spied an ankle, grabbed and tripped her up.

"It's better if you just jump in all at once," I explained, grinning, as she spluttered up, bedraggled and dripping in very fetching ways. "Right, you think you can swim with me all the way round?" She looked dubious. "Come here," I said, "and ride on my back. We'll take a tour."

I'm a strong swimmer and Abby is no weight at all, so with her clinging to my back, the sensation of her thighs gripping my sides, I set off. As I swam I pointed out the various landmarks back on the "mainland", the road we'd taken, the SUV parked safe under the trees, the hills and mountains in the distance. The sun was warm, the water cool and the swimming kept my temperature up but I could sense Abby had had enough by the time I returned to the shallows next to the boat.

"There, that was the island tour," I said, helping her over the shingle. "Now you're a bit chilly, so go and sprawl out in the sunshine on the picnic rug. That's what I do usually. And the best bit is that you can take all your clothes off and there's no-one to see!" I winked.

Back at the campsite I toweled her hair dry. She's seemed a little dubious about stripping off down by the water, but now back behind the screen of bushes she was clearly more comfortable. Taking the towel from me she draped it over her shoulders as she slipped down her swimsuit straps and wriggled it down her body. I watched admiringly as she stepped out of it, her gorgeous nakedness bright against the green surround. She tossed her swimsuit to me.

I laid it out on a rock at the edge of the site, and when I turned back she'd taken me at my very word and was lying right in the middle of the rug, arms and legs sprawled wide. A most un-ladylike, most enthralling sight. My cock stirred again and I stood admiring her young nakedness --- long, lean legs, firm, flat tummy, beautiful bald pussy on shameless display. She was pointing each of limbs at a corner of the rug. It gave me an idea.

"Abby, doll," I asked, "do you know what bondage is?" She glanced up. "What-age?" "Bondage, honey. It's where people tie each other up for fun. You lying there made me think of a game we could play. I think you'll like it, and it won't hurt, nothing like that. Wanna try something naughty?"

I watched her hesitate, weighing things up. I knew she trusted me. Eventually she nodded.

From the tent spares I fetched four pegs and four loops of soft cord. Back at the rug I got her to spread out again and one by one I looped cords around her ankles and wrists and pegged them out. And there she was, a naked little girl tied down, spread wide open, at my mercy. My cock throbbed.

"What now?" she asked, a little nervously. I gave her my kindest smile, then winked. "Now you're at my mercy. Now I can do anything I want! Mua-ha-ha!" I finished with an attempt at an evil genius laugh. She stuck out her tongue.

"Now, my girl, that's no way to behave in your position, I think," I answered with mock severity. "I could, for instance, tickle your toes and there's nothing you could do!" She squealed loudly at this --- Abby has very tickly toes --- and squirmed in her bonds as I knelt down and waggled my fingers near her feet. However, that wasn't the kind of teasing I wanted.

I ran my fingers instead softly down her side, trying not to tickle, tracing the contours of her flank from ribs to hip, thigh and knee. Again, starting this time at her shoulder, across her chest, avoiding her nipples, then down, circling her belly button and across to her thigh, dipping a little to her inner thigh but carefully avoiding her obvious erogenous zones. She gave a gentle "mmm".

I stroked her right thigh for a time, around in long ellipses, brushing past her crotch, circling toward her pussy but never touching. Her other thigh, and she was squirming a little now. I looked at her, holding her eye for a little, then shifted my gaze deliberately to stare straight at her splayed pussy. I kept stroking her thighs, never touching her pussy but making sure she could see exactly where my attention was fixed.

I heard her breathing speed up a little; a second "mmm" escaped her, deeper this time. I leaned over, bringing my face closer to her small, naked, gloriously-displayed pussy, but never touching of course. I stared at her pussy, peeking between her lips into the dark, narrow tunnel behind them, stroking her belly, her thighs.

"Ohhh! Oh meany," she muttered. "Mean mean mean."

"Bondage, baby," I replied softly. "You're in my power. Do you like being in my power?"

"No," she replied. "Yes. Yes yes! Ohh!"

I stroked her shoulders, chest, belly, flanks, hips, thighs, caressing every inch of her tight little body except the parts she really wanted me to. Except the parts that *I* really wanted to --- I was hot and hard inside my shorts, hard as iron. She was writhing slowly, trembling, making soft little noises, clearly aching to touch herself but unable to do so.

Time to change pace.

I sat back and rocked to me feet. Abby gave a sound like a wail as I turned away. "Whe... where are you going?" she half panted. Of course I ignored her, heading toward the tent and the coolbox containing nice nibbles for lunch. After making my selection I returned to kneel by her outstretched right arm.

"I thought you might be hungry, babe," I said innocently. Her face was fabulously flushed, pink and glowing with inner warmth. "You warmer now?" I asked. I didn't catch her answer. I grinned. "Here."

I offered her a piece of chocolate brownie, holding it in front of her like I was feeding a cute little animal at a petting zoo. She nibbled it greedily. I stuck a second piece on the end of my finger and offered that. She opened her mouth, taking brownie and finger in both. She squished and mulched the brownie around and about my finger, her eyes never leaving mine as she sucked deliberately. When she'd swallowed the brownie I took my finger out, and offered her each of the others in turn. One by one, watching me all the time, tied down and wide open, she sucked my fingers in the most erotic way I could imagine.

Alternately I fed her pieces of brownie and large, cool, green grapes. With each mouthful she sucked my fingers, our eyes locked.

I did something different with the next piece of brownie I picked up. Instead of feeding my tame cute Abby, I slowly crumbled the moist, sticky cake and trickled crumbs onto her chest, her belly and down toward the mound of her little girlhood. Then I bent to eat, licking the crumbs up slowly and carefully, beginning at her chest. Her gasp as my tongue first touched her hard little nipple sent shivers through my cock.

I licked the brownie off her chest and belly, slowly slowly, working my way down across her gorgeous body, my hands behind my back, nothing but my tongue touching her. She was moaning again, and I felt the tension creeping into her belly as I got lower and lower. One crumb had finished up poised right at the highest point of her pussy mound, half-an-inch above the flower of her cunt opening. I left it till last, raised my head until I was sure she was watching me, then leaning over slowly to press my tongue firmly against her sweet hairless mound. With one lick I cleared the crumb. She shuddered; her hips twitched.

I stroked her smooth, flat belly again, looking at the sexual glow in her face. God she was so fucking desirable, and having her staked out hand and foot, both hot and vulnerable at the same time...

I stood. Watching her carefully, I undid the cord of my shorts and pulled them slowly down. My angry red cock emerged slowly like a pantomime villain. Abby's eyes were glued to it, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue peeking out quite involuntarily I'm sure. I stepped out of my shorts and held my cock, stroking it slowly as I gazed down at her.

"You want this, Abby?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," she answered. "Uh-huh. I want it yes."

I began to walk around her, eyes drinking in her splayed little body, stroking my cock slowly. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your dick," she blurted. I straddled her, looming high above her. She groaned. "I want your hard dick. I want your dick Uncle Dave. I want your dick inside me. Make me feel good. Fuck me Uncle Dave. Fuck me. Stick your dick in me."

I knelt beside her. Spreading my legs wide I leaned over and rubbed the end of my cock against her belly. Slowly I worked it up to her chest, pressing it into her right nipple. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Swinging my leg over her I straddled her. "Suck my dick Abby," I ordered, reaching down to lift her head with my left hand as I pushed my cock forward with my right.

Her mouth was warm and wet and eager. She sucked me in and gobbled my with a raw desire, sucking fiercely. I cradled her head with both hands and gently rocked, fucking her little mouth as she lay pinned and helpless beneath me. Mmmm that was such a good feeling. Abby's hot little mouth gobbling my cock, the sun on my back, me in total control. Yeah, suck it girl. Suck it suck it suck it.

"Yeah, suck it Abby, suck my dick. Oh, yeah, suck it girl. Mmmm."

God she was a fantastic mouth-fuck. Seven years old and sucking my cock like a fucking pro. Part of me really wanted to carry on, just unload gallons in her hot little mouth, but...

I pulled back. "Good girl, hon, oh you're a good little girl. A dutiful niece, that's you." I worked my way down her body on my knees, my wet, red cock hovering above Abby's belly. I stepped my knee over her leg, pausing briefly to rub my cock once against her open pussy. Then I lay down between her outstretched legs and began to lick her inner thighs.

I was too horny to linger. A few seconds only and then my lips descended hungrily on her pink, neatly-spread pussy. I sucked her, licked her, got my tongue deep inside her, sucked her little baby clitty, tasted the sweet muskiness of her gorgeous cunt. She was hot, really hot inside, and wet, and I ate her up, making her writhe and moan in her high child's tone, squirming in her bonds as I ate her pussy. No escape, no closing her legs even if she'd wanted to. Her pussy was all mine, my plaything, my little sex-hole. She was my little-girl fuck toy and I wanted to lick her fucking undeveloped, pre-pubescent Fallopian tubes I was so horny.

I'm sure she came. She tensed and arched and yelled in a high-pitched "Unnnnnnnn!" and the taste of her cunt-juice changed, got richer, sweeter. I didn't stop, I just kept licking her out, drinking up her girly taste, sucking her tiny little clitty 'til she shrieked.

My chin and lower face were soaked when I finally disengaged, dripping with my saliva and her girl-juice. I sat up slowly, gazing at the quivering pink wetness between her legs. She was shivering and trembling all over. I stood.

Without a word I turned and walked away, out of the clearing and down the beach to the lake edge. I ignored her cries of protest, her questions. Let her stew a little --- this was bondage after all! I took a short dip to cool off; had to loosen the tension in my own loins otherwise I'd never last the pace. I listened to her yelling, waiting until I detected the first hint of uncertainty in her small voice, then emerged and made my way back to the camp.

I paused at the edge to survey my little bound honey, naked and roped out. Fabulous she looked, her young skin glowing in the sunlight filtering through the trees, her young body spreadeagled and ready for more sex. "Don't try and escape, baby," I said, startling her a little, "'cos you can't and you might hurt yourself. You're mine right now, all mine, and I'm gonna do things to you that'll blow your mind."

I felt her eyes on me as I went over to the tent and rummaged around in my bag. When I returned to the picnic rug I held a bottle of baby oil and a slim, chrome vibrator. I stood between her outspread legs and let her see what I was holding. Her eyes widened and she looked up, a wildness in her expression that set my cock swelling hard again. Grinning wolfishly I knelt between her thighs.

The first dribbles of baby oil onto her sweet little pussy mound caused her to gasp. Gently I massaged the slippery, scented oil into her pussy, delicately rubbing between her swollen lips, thrilling to the smooth, hairless skin and little-girl neatness of her cunt. I chatted conversationally as I worked.

"I'm gonna buzz you 'til you cum, honey, OK? I'm gonna slip this toy right up your tight little cunt and make you yell. I'm gonna buzz your little pussy until it's so tingly you can't take any more --- and then I'm gonna keep going. You want me to do that, honey?"

"Uh-huh," came Abby's panting little voice. I put down the oil and picked up the vibe. I buzzed it up; Abby gave another little gasp.

"You want me to slip this up your sweet little cunt, Abby? You want me to fuck your cunt with this?"

"Yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck my cunt. I want it."

So I did. I began by buzzing her pussy lips and her tiny little clit; no penetration, just slippery stimulation of her beautiful little pussy. Abby moaned. She writhed in her bonds, her knees tensing, her butt squirming, her belly tightening, but I was merciless. I worked slowly but inexorably, making sure every last little part of her perfect little pussy was taut, swollen with blood and tingling with orgasmic potential. I began to penetrate her with the slippery chrome, only a little at first, in then out again, in-out, slowly, dipping the vibrator into her hot, tight cunt.

She was almost shouting now: "Unnh yeah unnh yeah unnh yeah yeah unnh ohh yeah ahhh yeah yeah ohhh," and her whole body was tense and shaking. She'd already cum two, three times maybe, and her little girl's cunt was dripping sweet juice out onto the rug. I slid the vibe in deep, and out again, and in with smooth strokes. Another three and she came again, her back arching and her arms straining against the cords as I tormented her glorious little cunt.

She was insatiable. The more I buzzed her the more she yelled and moaned and writhed and came --- one long intense high of little-girl orgasmic delight. What a girl! My dick was rock solid and I knew I had to have her right there and then.

Smoothly I pulled out the vibe and stood up. I waited 'til she focused and took in the sight of me, standing above her stroking my hot, hard dick and gazing down at her beautiful, naked form. I don't think I've ever wanted to fuck any pussy more than I wanted my dick inside Abby's flaming hot little cunt right then. I told her so.

"Abby, girl, I am gonna fuck your cunt. You are one fucking hot little slut and I'm gonna fuck you so good."

She said nothing except a long, low, animal noise. I knelt, leaned forward on my hands and kissed her soft lips. She kissed back fiercely, her insatiable passion still unsated. If her hands had been free I swear her fingernails would have shredded me alive. I moved upward, my cock probing. I found her hot, wet slit, paused, then entered her in one long smooth motion. She bit my chest.

Oh, what a glorious feeling! She was hotter than any pussy I'd ever felt, slick and wet and tight as only a fresh little girl can be. Tight and voraciously welcoming. I slid in deeper, deeper until she had all of me, the whole length of my dick wrapped tight in her blazing little cunt. I held myself there --- and her muscles clenched and rippled around me as she came again.

Very slowly I fucked her. Very slowly I stroked all the way out, and all the way in, thrilling at the warmth and fit of her. Her mouth was avoid on my chest; afterward I counted fourteen bite marks, two of which had drawn blood. I have never fucked anything so fabulous in my life --- she was so hot and tight, and the trembling of her slight little body in its nest of bondage heightened my pleasure beyond anything I've known.

I fucked little Abby slowly for ten minutes in the warm sun on the little island in the lake. Ten minutes of cock-tingling magic until my balls were tight and aching, my muscles so tense I could barely breathe, and...

I pushed deep into her. Stopped. Held. Tension unbearable. Couldn't. Hold. Any. More...

"Ohhhhh Abby honey baby sweetie ohhhhhhh ohhhhh ohhh ohhh ohhh."

I came massively, my cock gouting semen deep deep inside her glorious little cunt, spasming again and again in its tight wet prison, enclosed on all sides by fuck-hot little girl. Again and again and again I pumped semen into her, dizzy, deaf to all else, cumming, cumming, cumming deep inside gorgeous little Abby.

I rolled away carefully and lay gasping. I heard her breath hitching and catching as much as mine. It was a good few minutes before I had the strength or presence of mind to rise and gently unhook the bondage cords from her wrists and ankles. She remained spreadeagled for a while, the sweat cooling on her glorious nakedness. I lay next to here, stroking her thigh softly.

Abby shuddered and stretched and rolled onto her side to look at me. Her face was flushed in the glorious afterglow of multiple orgasms but the wild light was still deep in her eyes. She looked down at my barely-relaxed cock, and back with a broad smile on her luscious little mouth. She reached out and traced the mark of her teeth on my chest. Her smile broadened.

"Right, Uncle Dave," she said with a shiver. "Now it's *my* turn."