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Date: Mon,  2 Feb 2004 07:10:04 -0500
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                             katya

    oh no I thought, when their mom called me up to
    babysit the girls. Remembering the last time, when we
    were watching television, "American Beauty" or
    something like that, when little Nicole decided to
    sit on my lap. I mean, she may only be seven or
    eight, but she knew exactly where to sit so that the
    velvety crack between her buns would exactly grasp
    the head of the shaft beneath her. And would give a
    little giggle as she felt it stiffening, in spite of
    my protests. And as if that weren't bad enough, then
    Katya gave a devilish grin and got on in front of her
    little sister, totally obscuring my view of the movie
    with her curly, dark blonde hair, bouncing gently,
    rhythmically, on the base, with sly smiles backwards
    as I involuntarily gasped.

    "Please," said their mom. "I have an important
    presentation that I simply must give this evening,
    and I can't find anyone else."

    So fine. I think their mom has a crush on me anyways.
    So I was the found babysitter, and thus found myself
    lounging on the livingroom sofa, watching some old
    film in black and white, from back when they really
    knew how to make movies. Katya slouched sullenly in
    the adjacent chair, dark grey eyeliner lending a
    sultry touch to her beautiful eleven-year old face.

    Her younger sister Nicole had retreated to the solace
    of a hot bath, upstairs, and we could hear the
    occasional sloshing about of water as she bathed.

    In the summery weather, Katya wore loose pink shorts
    that seemed tailored with a totally inadequate
    yardage (or square inches) of fabric, so that she was
    constantly pulling them either up or down to keep
    them centered in their role of concealing the secret
    treasure between her legs; and the shirt they
    wouldn't let her wear to school (she explained)
    because it revealed her belly button. ("I mean, gimme
    a break," she said). Not that a respectable man would
    find any allure in her flat chest and gangling form,
    but nonetheless she decorated her short fingernails
    nails with deep scarlet polish, fingers unconsciously
    stroking her inner thigh as she frowned in
    pursed-lipped concentration on the drama.

    Nature called, and I headed towards the nearby head,
    when Katya called out: "it's broken. You'll have to
    go upstairs."

    Raising my eyebrows, I decided that it was not worth
    an investigation of a potentially disgusting plumbing
    situation, that I would take Katya's word for it, so
    I found myself climbing the stairs, thinking that
    perhaps the curtains around the tub would afford some
    privacy for Nicole, as I simply had waited too long
    for any other alternative to relieve myself.

    Gently I knocked on the bathroom door -- several
    hours she had been in there at least, so maybe she
    could be persuaded to surrender the chamber for other
    uses.

    "Come in," she said. "It's unlocked."

    So I did, expecting her to be towelled off and
    dressed in her pajamas, perhaps flossing her teeth.
    But no, she was still in the tub, her legs spread
    wide open, with the soft folds of her delighful red
    valley facing me.

    "It's ok," she said.

    "I have to pee," I said helplessly.

    "Just shut the door," she said, her wet hair pasted
    to her forehead, her pale thin form hunched down in
    the water as two fingers of her left hand absently
    traced the edges of her tiny, smooth, hairless vulva,
    between her slowly gyrating little legs. "Nobody will
    know."

    "Uh, you're sure this is ok?" I asked weakly.

    "What, you've never seen a girl naked before? Just
    pull down your pants and go potty."

    It sounded sensible, especially given Niagra's
    floodgates about to burst from out my thighs; though
    when I commenced to do so I noticed the widening of
    eyes in her fascination as she stared at my exposed
    equipment. "You've never seen a man naked before?" I
    asked, pissing.

    "Only in pictures," she whispered. She turned over
    and rested her chin on her hand on the edge of the
    tub to watch up close.

    When I finished, and was about to put everything
    away, she reached out towards me. "Can I touch it?"
    she asked, then gently grasped the shaft in her warm,
    wet tiny hand. "ooh," she shuddered in delight,
    smiling, pulling on the still limp form of it.

    "What does it look like when it's erect?" she asked.

    "Um, well." She was on her way to finding out, as the
    blood automatically engorged in response to her
    gentle sensuous touch. I was forced to turn towards
    her, as she pulled on the delicate tissue.

    "I think he needs a bath, she said, reaching up a
    sudsy rag to give a gentle scrubbing to the head,
    then ladled warm water to rinse it off. I noticed
    that all the while she was exploring her own crotch
    with a finger or two.

    I felt ridiculous, pants halfway down, with this
    beautiful innocent child primping up the now
    reddening and irreversibly solid shaft. She licked
    the tip, tasting the tiny love-drop, and surrounded
    it with her mouth, biting gently with the tiny white
    pearls of her teeth. I placed my hands on either side
    of her head, feeling her dark silky thin hair, as she
    lovingly explored the contours and recesses with her
    smooth tiny lips and tongue, long lashes fluttering
    as she focussed on the task, placing one hand behind
    my balls as still she explored the cavity between her
    own legs.

    Silently I endured this examination with her tongue,
    waiting for her to tire of it, but the intensity of
    her interest and probing exploration was seemingly
    endless.

    Downstairs, we heard Katya stirring, getting up for a
    glass of water, then returning to the T.V.

    "We have to stop," I said. "What will your sister
    think?"

    Nicole giggled, smacking her lips from her saliva
    dripping from my penis. "Are you kidding? I do this
    to her every night. She can't get to sleep unless I
    do. Only, I've always wondered what it would be like
    to suck on a guy. So after awhile, this stuff spurts
    out, right? the stuff that makes babies?"

    "Uh, that's the basic idea," I replied.

    Nicole reached out both hands, still dripping from
    the bath (as she was still kneeling in the tub) and
    pulled down my pants to my feet. "Take them off," she
    ordered. As I did, she put down the plushly rugged
    toilet seat cover, and climbed out of the bath onto
    it, spreading out her legs.

    We resumed, in this position, as I placed my hands on
    her head to once again feel her little mouth bobbing
    up and down on me, one of her little hands caressing
    the back of my testicles, the other probing her own
    sexual organ.

    She took a break, once more smacking her lips, the
    little spiderweb of slime connecting her mouth to the
    tip of my penis. "Let me see your finger," she
    ordered, grabbing my hand and pulling it to her
    crotch. Reluctantly, I leaned over to comply.

    "Play with me?" she pleaded. I felt the soft
    moistness of her on the tip of my finger. I pushed
    gently. She inhaled. I pushed harder, and the soft
    tissue gave way, as her eyes closed and she fell into
    a trance, riding the waves of the pulsation of my
    finger inside of her, as she absently grasped my
    still hardened shaft, occasionally licking the base
    of it.

    Several times, thinking she might be tiring of this,
    I attempted to retreat, but she would emit a sound of
    quiet protest, and I would be forced to resume. Her
    flat-chested breast emitted the glow of sexuality,
    her lips bright red in relief to the pale skin of her
    tight young body, eyes half-closed and fluttering in
    rapt concentration and focus on the pleasure
    trickling through her consciousness.

    But still maintaining sufficient external awareness
    to stroke my organ, lest it might subside.

    Then abruptly she let go my hand, pulling it out of
    her. "That was fun," she said, with a wide-eyed
    enthusiastic smile. Then she pulled down my
    vulnerable lever, forcing me to my knees as she
    spread her legs and thrust herself towards me,
    capturing the tip of me inside her tiny vagina,
    encircling my neck with her tiny arms and kissing me
    on the lips thrusting her little tongue between my
    teeth.

    "Push. Inside," she said simply, wiggling her tiny
    pelvis irresistably. I pushed, and again she gasped
    as I felt myself submerged within the heat of moist
    pleasure within her tiny hole.

    Relentlessly, she thrust and gyrated until I was full
    bore inside of her, and meanwhile gently kissing me
    and biting my lips gently, pulling at me with her
    teeth.

    "I want you to spurt inside of me," she said
    innocently wide-eyed, kissing me again. "I want to
    feel what it's like." Glancing down at her smooth,
    flat-chested body and smooth hairless crotch skin
    bunched slightly from my thick round rod thrust
    inside of it. My heart pounded, as the forbidden
    pleasure of being inside her drew on our mutual, slow
    and erotic gyration.

    It went on seemingly forever. "squirt," she would
    say, then kiss me again, then repeat "squirt inside
    me," and thrust her tongue into my mouth to echo my
    thrusting inside of her.

    I kept wondering how her kisses were so bizarre,
    until I realized that she must be using the same
    technique as she used in the nightly probing of her
    sister's innocent sweet vagina, and I felt filled
    with yearning to witness such a thing -- although
    surely it was unthinkable; Katya would never consent
    to such a thing. Although once I imagined the door
    behind us open just a crack, a curious young female
    eye peering in, but by the time I turned my head, it
    was closed, with the soft padding of bare feet down
    the stairs.

    Finally, the peak crescendoed to a finale, the
    tension joyfully burst as and my huge full wet
    droplets gushed forth, filling up her tiny aperature
    and dripping out onto the floor as I gave the final
    ecstatic plunge, her arched around me in elation.

    Silently, she gave a devilish grin.

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